#from doctor appointment to shopping that isn't groceries | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

usedtobecooler · 7 months

Text

isn't that so sad | steve harrington x eddie munson 1.9k

summary: steve struggles with his mental health and no longer being needed by his friends in the wake of vecna's defeat.

tw: 18+ minors dni, post season four, everybody lives. poor mental health and its direct impact, general sadness with a happy ending.

Steve feels himself begin to spiral once everything happens, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

After Vecna, the Upside Down, Dustin crying and begging for Steve's help. Dragging Eddie out with nothing more than determination and strength brought from the pits of his stomach.

He looked after everybody on autopilot, threw himself into protector mode and ran around like a mother hen to make sure everybody was safe, looked after and protected. Until one by one everybody got better and moved on, and the only people left who truly needed protection were Eddie and Max.

He spent almost all of his free time at Hawkins Memorial Hospital, at one of two bedsides as induced comas continued on. Took to sleeping in Eddie's room at nights whilst Wayne continued to work at the plant, because the Government hush money didn't go very far once medical bills were needing paid.

Hell, Steve was the only person there when Eddie awoke from his coma three months later, and knocked Steve off of his feet when Eddie grabbed for his hand and pleaded with him to just stay. Didn't want nurses or doctors or even his own fucking family to come in, he just wanted Steve.

New normal began soon after Eddie awoke, Steve's days that were once dreary and pointless were now filled with driving Eddie to therapy and rehab appointments, going grocery shopping for Wayne so he could sleep after his shifts. Checking in on Lucas as he prayed at Max's bedside, taking visits to Dustin and his mother, who had a habit of making enough dinner so that Steve could eat. Claudia knew Steve, knew he didn't look after himself, was too busy making sure everybody else was healthy and alive. So, she made sure he had the same courtesy, and he was forever thankful.

Things had routine, normalcy, until suddenly they didn't anymore. Eddie was back to (mostly) full health, school restarted so Steve didn't see the kids much unless they wanted a ride or a place to crash at the weekends — he wasn't needed anymore.

Robin left. Her parents hauled ass to the other side of the country, and she went, too. He couldn't lie to himself, say it didn't hurt, because it near enough fucking killed him. Broke his heart in two to watch his soulmate leave without a trace. She wrote often, called occasionally, but to not have her hand within grabbing distance when things got tough — well, that's something Steve would never come to terms with.

His parents never checked in, never asked about what happened in Hawkins, he doubted they knew much beyond the vague tellings that the news broadcasted. They sent money, they always did. But the house was empty, void. Steve longed for his mothers hugs, his fathers stern voice carrying through the halls. He hadn't wanted those things since he was fifteen and left on his own for the first time, but the loneliness crept in painfully quick, everything felt dark.

Steve still slept with the nail bat next to his bed. He'd seen this before, ever since the fateful night that he stepped in to help Jon and Nancy fight that fucking demogorgon. Just when they thought everything was over, something would happen. Whether that be Demodogs, Russians, Vecna. There was always something new to get them, and he could never rely on the fact that everything had gone quiet once they 'defeated' him.

He feels himself fading, but he's too proud to call and ask for anything. Blames it on the one too many knocks to the head, that's clearly what's causing this imbalance in his feelings. Doesn't want to call Nance and ask her how things are going at college, doesn't want to pester Dustin now that he's sixteen and old enough to drive, doesn't want to stop by Eddie's new government issued trailer for a smoke. He's far too sure he'd be considered more of a nuisance than company.

It's March. Spring Break, the one year anniversary. Steve can't remember the last time he ate, or showered, or left the position he curled up in on his mattress. The phone next to his bed rings on and off for days, and Steve chooses to leave it unanswered.

He didn't want pity calls.

He falls asleep finally, sometime after the second or third sunrise. Succumbing to exhaustion, heavy eyelids drooping shut, slipping into the first dreamless sleep he'd had since that fateful night in 1983.

"Harrington! Steve, Steve c'mon, wake up!"

A panicked voice rouses Steve. Firm, bony fingers shaking his bare shoulders as his bleary eyes struggle to open.

He's just so tired.

"Steve, man, please," the voice tries again, desperate and pleading. Steve's fuzzy head knows that voice, can make it out even in the state he's in, has heard it in his thoughts and his dreams for a year now.

"Eddie," Steve's voice is gruff, painfully dry, lips tacky from lack of saliva and fluids, "how... how'd you get in?"

Eddie barks out this fucking incredulous laugh, holds his hands up in defeat before slapping them down on his thighs dramatically, eyes wild and brows up behind his fringe, "I broke in, Steve! Nobody heard from you in four days. Four fucking days! I thought I was gonna come in here and you were gonna be— fuck!"

Steve tries to process what he's saying, feels this horrific pang of guilt in his chest when he realizes he's upset Eddie. He'd never even thought, not even for a second, that people would be worried he was dead.

"I'm sorry, m'sorry," Steve apologizes groggily, tries so hard to lift his heavy head from the pillow but fuck, if his neck won't allow it. He feels so useless, can't even find the fucking strength to pull himself up from his slumber. It's embarrassing, he's mortified.

"Hey, don't," Eddie scrambles, wraps ringed fingers around Steve's slender wrist, almost in a feeble attempt to pin him in place on the mattress, and Steve goes willingly, "you... you're not yourself, man. We should've known, I should've known. When you didn't answer the phone to Rob—"

"Robs called?" Steve winces, pained and choked. He doesn't want to fucking cry in front of Eddie Munson, not after everything. A missed phone call shouldn't be the hairline trigger.

"Yeah, Steve," Eddie sighs, the pad of his thumb running along the veins on the back of Steve's wrist soothingly, almost like he's trying absently to stop the freak out that he feels impending, "don't. Don't beat yourself up, okay? It's our faults, we didn't check in. I'm so fucking sorry, we all are. Things have just been—"

"Busy, I know." Steve sighs, still curled in a goddamn ball on his side, like he's frozen in place, held down and imprisoned by nothing but the weight of his own thoughts. He feels his eyes grow hot, teary, "Nobody needed me anymore."

There's a beat of silence, then Eddie rips the comforter off of Steve, exposing his body to the chilly air. Steve winces, half expects Eddie to try and haul his ass out of bed, give him the tough love his dad used to when he was given a telling off for something and would hide under the covers to cry.

Harrington men didn't cry.

But, Eddie Munson was always surprising Steve. Ever since that fateful day in that fucking boat house at Rick's, when the scrawny kid Tommy Hagan used to beat up for fun used his brute strength to pin Steve to a fucking wall.

He clambers into bed with Steve, Reeboks still on his feet, leather jacket on his shoulders, not a care in the damn world. Those wild curls fanning out over Steve's pillow as he lies down, face to face.

Steve's suddenly self conscious, knows he probably fucking reeks. Hasn't brushed his teeth or washed his hair in who knew how long, deodorant long worn off from the cold sweats he lay in. He cringes, embarrassment creeping up hot on his neck — he never wanted anybody to see him like this.

"When my old man used to come home drunk, my mom would lay in bed with me like this, gimme hugs and run her fingers through my hair til I fell asleep," Eddie explains, voice quiet as he shuffles in close to Steve, their knees knocking, "I was scared of him. She didn't want me to be alone. She died when I was six, then it was just me an' him, nothing to comfort me when he came home and yelled, blamed me for his loss on whatever card game they played that night."

Steve furrows his brows, chest tightening at Eddie's story. He doesn't understand why Eddie's telling him this, curses his stupid brain for being slow to tack on to what this all means, but he understands, to an extent. His own mom used to love him and comfort him, too, once upon a time.

She wasn't dead, but sometimes it felt like she was.

Steve doesn't realize he's crying until Eddie's eyes widen in shock, his gangly body flailing a little as he moves in closer to scoop Steve into his arms, pulling him into his torso. Steve's whole body freezes for a split second, goosebumps littering his skin at the feeling of Eddie's warm body basically engulfing his own fragile one.

"Fuck, sorry, man. Didn't mean to make you cry. Was just a stupid little story, my way of saying — fuck me," Eddie panics, struggles, stumbling over his own words as Steve sobs quietly into the soft material of his worn in shirt, "I get it. Feeling like you have to be on your own, and work it out on your own, because you've only had yourself for as long as you can remember. But you're not alone now, Steve. We're not alone."

Steve cries until his throat is raw and he's soaked through Eddie's shirt with his tears, tightly fisting the material because he won't allow himself to hug Eddie back. Eddie anchors him, buries a hand in his hair and strokes soothingly until Steve's doing nothing more than dryly hiccupping into his chest.

"I— I'm sorry," Steve apologises again, struggling to get the tiniest of words out past the hyperventilating, "I didn't— didn't want this t-to happen. Wanted to be — be strong for ev-everybody."

"Stop fuckin' fighting your feelings, Harrington. Let us look after you and love you. It's time somebody took care of you, you've done it for us for long enough." Eddie's stern but still soft, chin hooked atop Steve's head, "We can start slow, okay? I need you to drink some fluids, before you end up in the hospital."

Steve agrees tentatively. And it's not long before just drinking fluids turns to showering, eating a full meal, stepping outside in the daylight. Sleeping through the night, going to the movie theatre with the gang. Getting a new job, visiting Robin across the country.

Eddie's by his side through it all.

Steve falls hard but Eddie falls harder.

hurt my own feelings with this one my guys <;/3

#steddie drabble #steddie blurb #steddie fic #steddie brainrot #eddie munson x steve harrington #this reads more like a twitter thread but i don't have any followers on that bitch #so y'all can have it here #mine #steddie #my fanfic

222 notes · View notes

thefreakydeaky · 7 months

Text

After the Thrill is Gone

Part Seven

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Negan Smith x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: From the first moment you laid eyes on Negan you were inexplicabley drawn to him. The passion between you is hot and only grows more intense the longer you see each other. There is only one problem, you're both married to other people.

Warnings: Dark Fic , Stalking, Stalker behavior, Smuttyness, Adult Language, I'll add more warnings as I post, so please check the warnings for updates on each chapter.

"The brakes need replacin'."

You liked the gruff sound of the mechanic's voice.

"Is that what the problem was?"

His eyes drifted to your cleavage, then back up to your face.

"No, mam. You needed an oil change. Badly."

"Oh, right. I forgot."

"Yeah, well, you keep forgettin' it's gonna happen again." He said very matter of factly.

"What's your name?" You asked.

His eyebrow raised.

"Daryl. Why?"

You put on your sweetest smile.

"Well, Daryl, I just moved here. I was wondering if maybe you would show me around?"

His eyes widened.

"Me?" He asked with disbelief.

"Yeah, you."

He sized you up for a moment. You thought he would say no. Then he wet his dry lips with his tongue and said, "I get off at six. If you wanna meet me here then."

You nodded.

You were there promptly at six.

Daryl took you for a ride on his motorcycle through town. The wind in your hair and the feeling of freedom had been thrilling. He took you to a diner afterwards and you had asked about his future plans.

Apart from making the shop a bit more successful he really didn't have any plans. You decided to fix that. You had kissed him that night and it had been the start of your whole lives changing. A new adventure.

You had gone from an aimless wanderer to a wife in a year. You had tacked on the title of Mother a year after that and your life had become about caring for your little ones and your home,. Your routine had since become a little predictable. Slowly you noticed there was a rift in your marriage that was steadily getting worse.

Then He had come up to you in that grocery store and told you, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The man was tall, tan, and lean, hazel eyed, with black hair and a handsome smile. He asked for your number and when you said you were married he said he was too. He told you he had never done this before. He told you he was drawn to you, that he couldn't help it.

He asked again for your number telling you if you wanted to, you could just be friends, but that he would love to get to know you. There had been a glimmer of danger in his eyes and the excitement it sparked in you had been enough to persuade you to give him your number.

Six months of flirting and meeting for coffee on the down low hadn't been enough. You craved an even bigger risk. It turned into kissing and making out in the back seat of your car, escalating into your needing a motel room. And there it was that thrill again, the feeling of excitement and freedom. When would you ever learn? You planned it all very carefully a doctor's appointment here, a dinner with your mom there. For him a poker game with the boys, and having to work late. You both came up with reasons to get away though you didn't see each other more than twice a month as a rule.

Now you were giving up that wonderous feeling so you could keep what was truly important, the happiness of your kids and the love of your husband.

"Has your physical intimacy improved since your last appointment?" Your counselor, Sherry asked.

Daryl nodded.

You shook your head.

His eyes widened.

"There have been a couple of instances where he didn't tense up or move away and we held hands once, but two of those times led to sexual touching and," You sighed. "that isn't progress."

He said your name.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to do that? It doesn't come naturally to me. I'm doing my best."

"Are you- ugh." Daryl's jaw ticked with frustration.

"I know that. I'm not saying that you aren't trying. I see you. I see the effort you put in. I'm trying to tell you that the point of this is non-sexual touching. You never had a problem with touching me that way in the first place."

"It's alright. Take a deep breath then tell her how you feel." Sherry guided him.

He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then let it out.

"We haven't had sex in years. Three years, in case you didn't realize. We haven't been touchin' at all until recently. So yeah, I think sexual touchin' is an improvement."

You caught your therapist raising her eyebrows at the revelation.

"You haven't slept together in three years?" She inquired.

"Yes, it's been a while." You admitted.

"And how are you handling your desires if not with each other?"

You went still for a second, unable to look at Daryl, just waiting for him to answer. You could feel him watching you. You sat there in the quiet long enough to make you feel nervous.

"We're all adults. Masterbation is a normal healthy thing."

"Yeah, well. I've been handling things myself." Daryl said.

You said nothing and worked on getting your body to relax a bit.

"Maybe, you should try what did you call it? "Sexual touching?" Maybe at night before you go to sleep, you could touch one another. It doesn't have to lead to sex or sexual acts. Something as simple as caressing your partner can strengthen your bond."

You felt a weight on your chest at the thought of doing what she suggested. It had come easily to you the morning you had almost let him have you, but that was different, you woke up aroused and weren't fully awake. Now to do so completely conscious of what you were doing was a different thing entirely.

"You should still try to implement little touches of affection through out the day, but this new homework can help too."

You agreed to try, even though it made you anxious.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #negan smith x reader #negan x reader #negan #daryl dixon #negan smith

37 notes · View notes

thedeliverygod · 3 months

Text

HELP

I've been on leave from work since the beginning of the month due to my anxiety/depression spiking out of control. I was paid today but unfortunately the amount isn't even really enough to go grocery shopping.

I'm going to go sell some older iphones I have & video games tomorrow after my doctor's appointment but based on past experiences I don't expect to really get more than $120 or so cash in return.

The number 1 thing I'm asking for help for is food for my cat. He has been eating Hills Science Diet his whole life which is expensive but I know it is good quality food due to working at veterinary offices for multiple years. I've created an amazon wish list with a medium sized bag of his food that would last around 2 months.

I also added a few things for me onto the wish list that are daily items for me: compostable forks (I have misophonia pretty badly with silverware), paper plates & toilet paper.

I figure this is better than me asking for funds so you see directly where your money is going. But if you can't afford a full item/want to help then please send things my way through my ko-fi or please just boost.

I am going to call family members to see if a game plan can be made for helping me with my rent but for now I am worried about me & my cat being able to eat/live.

edit: as per usual if you would like some sort of drabble as a gift for helping, I can make that happen.

edit #2: I apparently forgot to pick a shipping address for the amazon list but that is fixed now lol

edit #3: I reblogged and put an update (including a picture of my Mr. Salem boy) I've gotten at least 1 of everything so I've deleted most things off the list except for toilet paper which I could always use more of because I have IBS (rip). but YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU

#help

17 notes · View notes

baiika · 10 months

Note

Give us the Yuzu meta 👀

//I intended to gather actual srcs for this but then Got Lazy because Yuzu isn't one of my muses, so y'all just gonna have to take me at my word. & I won't pretend some of this isn't headcanon, but I do my WORK on this shit so I'm fairly confident in my interpretation.

What really bothers me is people treat Yuzu like a passive maid when the opposite is true. If anything, she's the matriarch of the Kurosaki family. & like, don't get me wrong, she's a very sweet girl who loves her family very much. But I think the difference between a maid & matriarch is decision-making & caretaking (including shit like discipline), which she does.

Starting off, very early on in the manga, while Ichigo is explaining how his sisters responded to Masaki's death, he explains that Yuzu took up the mantle of cooking & cleaning. I think this is where people got the passive maid from, & just haven't dug any deeper than that.

During Hueco Mundo arc, Rukia stays with the Kurosaki family. Instead of staying in secret, Rukia asks the family to stay. During this, it's shown Isshin & Yuzu are the ones who welcome Rukia. If Ichigo had say in this, he could've just had Rukia stay over without Rukia having to invent a sob story. But neither he or Karin are involved in this decision. The only child who is involved is Yuzu. I believe this is evidence that Yuzu has more say in the family affairs than Karin or Ichigo.

I've seen this tidbit around saying that if someone in the family doesn't brush their teeth within a certain amount of time before &/or after eating a meal, they don't eat the next meal. I've had a hell of a time hunting it down though & just don't have the time to continue looking for it for the sake of (checks notes) tunglr rp. While I don't agree with the methodology, this is a common punishment where I'm from, & I can see why she would enforce it based on one of two (or the combination of) two hypotheses.

It could be argued that Yuzu is a very hygienic person & just doesn't want to smell swamp-breath, but I doubt it's the case.

Yuzu being the primary housekeeper would mean she would be more familiar with what groceries are needed. This means she's involved with errands. Additionally, it's common for Japanese kids to run shopping errands entirely unsupervised. A family friend saw it semi-frequently when he visited Japan. I know there have been other observations on it, but again, I won't be sourcing any of this as I usually do out of Sheer Laziness(tm). Point being, the combination of cultural mores & Yuzu's position as cook & housekeeper, it's not a leap of imagination she'd take care of groceries, as well as other errands. It's entirely feasible she has a say in the budget.

(This, of course, contributes evidence to her position as matriarch, but I'm going a slightly different direction with this.)

Now, I'm a homeowner. My husband takes care of the money & bills while I take care of the housekeeping. This works for us because our different brands of neurodivergency give us different strengths. I'm better at manual labor & he's better at smarty-pants things. While I do contribute to the budget, he's the one who draws up the logistics monthly, which means every month, we gotta make room for shit like good works, rainy day, our variety of subscriptions, insurance, doctor, optometry, dental, therapy, & psychiatry appointments, etc, & how we're gonna pull it off in the budget. Sometimes it's by the skin of our teeth!

Isshin is the sole provider of a home of four. Doctors ARE paid a lot, but a lot of people don't understand how much goes into a small business. My father-in-law owns his own lawfirm & in the early years, I've been told that there were times they were in the negative between payroll & business expenses. Whatever Isshin makes is probably stretched pretty thin between himself & three kids. If Yuzu has a hand in the budget, she would have, at minimum, a vague understanding they're cutting it pretty close with bills.

This makes me think that she enforces this rule & rules similar to it so they aren't hemorrhaging money on shit that's easily prevented.

Which brings me to the pinnacle of my point-- if she isn't the matriarch, why isn't Isshin, the patriarch, doing any of this shit?

I haven't examined Isshin closely enough to give answers on his character, so I don't know why. What I do know is given his largely standoffish approach towards parenting his children (I mean, he knows Ichigo is a shinigami, but lets the boy fight hollows at all times of night, despite having a curfew in place), it's given Yuzu the opportunity to fill those shoes following Masaki's death.

#yuzu tbt #ooc; kogi rambles

4 notes · View notes

bloodanddiscoballs · 2 years

Text

so my new pain management doctor continues to be a fuckin legend I'm so happy. he had changed up my meds last month to see if he could better manage my pain but with the cold weather AND the med change it really isn't covering me very well so I called and left a voice mail about it explaining everything. I get a call 2 hours later saying they've moved up my appointment from the 30th to Monday instead to see what they can do to improve my situation.

my old pain doc wouldn't have even gotten back to me for days (if at all tbh) and certainly wouldn't have moved up my appointment. he probably would have just said whatever and told me that what I really needed was to not be on what I'm on period.

this new doc has not only tried out new prescriptions for me to see if those help (which one of them I ended up being allergic to and then these ones are good but I just need a slight adjustment) AND he has recommended two new treatments long term that he's gonna get me in for cause they usually just treat ptsd patients instead of people in my situation. he also is just kind in general and was frank about the fact that yeah my situation is different and has to be treated individually since I'm a product of medical malpractice and that unfortunately I'll probably always be in pain but the key is to get me to a point that I can get sleep and do things like grocery shopping and having friends irl because those are reasonable goals for me.

I dunno I guess just after years of having doctors not really care about me and about my personal situation it's amazing to feel like I can actually say "hey I need help" and have my doc go Of Course Let Me Help You. that's quite literally the bare minimum but anyone who deals with medical care on a regular basis knows how rare it is to have this kind of experience

#i mean honestly thats part of why i moved half way across the US #was for this kind of care #and ive had good docs like my surgeon who repaired all the structural damage from my initial fall and bad surgery #but im also just kinda fucked #and having a doctor who can see that and not go oh youre a problem i dont wanna do my job and care for you long term #is just!!!!#im hopeful for the first time in a really really long time

12 notes · View notes

omoghouls · 2 years

Note

To add on to the messages from before about Iz living with incontinence (sorry for going backwards!), Izzy having a doctors appointment and trying his best to keep a secret but he has to tell Ed that he won’t be at work, then Ed tells Stede and suddenly Stede is insisting he has to pick Izzy up and bring him home, and buy him lunch, and go shopping for things to brighten up his apartment, and start looking for a birthday present for Fang, and go with him to meet with his florist, and get some groceries for dinner. Suddenly Izzy’s day is booked with stupid errands but it means he’ll get to have dinner with them and, despite being annoying, they’re really good at cooking and hosting. He agrees, insisting it’s just because it’s easier to get around in Stede’s car, but when they arrive at the doctors office and Stede gets out of the car too, he almost throws a tantrum in the parking lot. It goes from bad to worse when Stede ends up striking up a conversation with the doctor about Izzy’s “wees” and any minor detail or issue Stede has noticed over the past few weeks. It’s unbearably embarrassing but at least someone else taking control of the situation means he doesn’t have to and can space out, pretend he’s anywhere else and/or think about how much better his life was before Ed introduced him to his stupid knowitall boyfriend. He thinks he’s finally getting to leave with some dignity when Stede asks if they can have the room for a moment because he thinks someone might benefit from a quick diaper check, then he’s back to trying not to claw his way out of the room. He has to sulk during the change that he did need because Stede is talking about what they’re going to make for dinner and, goddammit, it sounds really good and he still wants to keep his invite.

O M G

Izzy is screaming internally the whole fucking time- he absolutely wanted to keep this on the downlow but, turns out, that is physically impossible once Stede fucking Bonnet hears.

In some ways, it's beneficial, Stede is certainly better at explaining these things to the Doctor than Izzy ever could- now, of course, getting changed in the doctor's office has Izzy wondering if having someone more eloquent in words is worth having to bare Stede's ramblings in between him asking Izzy to "lift his bottom" (spoiler: it is worth it, Izzy just refuses to admit that xD)

He certainly wants to keep the invitation to dinner so, he just follows along, definitely pretending he isn't hearing Stede chat with the doctor as Izzy is getting his next appointment from the receptionist-

Stede is also suuuuuch a picky man when it comes to picking things up, especially gifts for others. So, Izzy is standing in the shop, his arms crossed over his chest as Stede has been examining near identical items (both absolutely have dogs on them) for the past 5 minutes xD rip Izzy but, that dinner will be worth it

#m #omutsu #diaper mention

9 notes · View notes

arctic-hands · 1 year

Text

I've got so much shit to do this month. I have to grieve, I have to give Everest his chemo and other meds, I have to get my blood tested before surgery, I have to get a covid test before surgery, I need to clean my room before surgery so I can actually sleep in my bed as I recover from surgery, I need to get more groceries on a very small budget, I need to run to CVS to get some OTC things I need, I need to not have another migraine and puking sesh which my body is once again threatening, I need to pick up Nerys's urn when it's ready and her carrier and the fleecy robe she liked that I placed in her carrier as I took her to what ended up being her last appointment, I need to buy a new robe because that one will make me sad, I need to go clothes shopping in general on a very low budget, I have three doctors appointments at the end of the month, I need another skyrizi infusion, I need to breathe at some point, and then immediately at the beginning of next month I have brain surgery and a week after that I or someone else will have to take Everest to the vet to make sure the chemo isn't hurting him

#like fuck universe give me a break for once #pet death tw

6 notes · View notes

lifeafteratransplant · 5 months

Text

Health Anxiety & Trying to Get Into a Routine

Life, is hard. No doubt about it, and having a crazy, stressful schedule is not making it any easier, obviously.

No I don't have kids, but I have a husband, two animals, and myself. Lab/blood draw appointments every Monday, grocery shopping, taking my photography classes, taking my dog to vet for whatever reason, taking him to the groomers, making sure I visit with my mom, and talk to my family back in Iowa, it all comes down on me, and yeah it might not seem as hard as raising a kid, but it is hard for me.

I am double organ transplant recipatant. Which means that I have health anxiety through the roof sometimes. I have to check my blood levels every week just tp make sure I am ok. I hope that it isn't like that forever but I have been through 3 rejections in the 2 years since I had my transplant. Every time was terrifying. This last time was the scariest thought, cause it wasn't just my pancreas it was my kidney too. The thought of loosing my kidney made me sob, and my heart jump out of my chest. My pancreas has been touchy since the get-go. If I loose that I would become diabetic again, which I can handle. Loosing my kidney would me I would have to go back on dialysis and for me that isn't an option. They have used the strongest rejection drugs on me as the possibly can, 3 times now. Meaning that I cannot take them again. Imagine that in the back of your head 24/7, not fun.

This anxiety that I carry makes it hard to make plans, be in public, affects relationships, and causes deep depression and loneliness. I live in a state where this not a lot to do. With my multiple rejections, I haven't been able to hold a job, So basically I am a stay home wife, and that is not something I thought I would ever be. I'm not saying that is bad by any means, but I NEED to have a job to feel like I am contributing to society some how. It becomes very lonely and I fall into a state of depression where it is hard to get out of sometimes.

That is where the second half of the title of this blog post comes in. Trying to have a routine is so important. You have better sleep, which helps your mood, and you energy levels, which helps you get done that shit that needs to get done. I wake up about 8:30-9 every morning, and as of recently try to have breakfast. Whether it be a smoothie, toast and fruit, eggs and bacon. Something in my stomach always helps. Also I take a lot of meds so that is important to have food in your system when taking those. From there, I usually get on the computer check my emails, scroll Facebook, and then look at what I need to do around the house. I am ALWAYS cleaning it seems, I have two pets, both who shed like crazzzzy! Vacuuming every day or every other day is a must, and moping at least once a week. I cooke a lot so constantly loading and unloading the dishwasher, and cleaning the stove and counter tops. The list goes on. After the cleaning is done, I watch my photography courses, do some laundry, make myself lunch, and as of recently I had to put together a whole list of documents for my husband's immigration lawyer so he can get his 10 year green card. Some days I run into town to run errands, like doctor's appointments, grocery shopping, pick up medications, and as of recently furniture shopping. (I'll explain that in another post) I find that just having a list of things to do and crossing them off really helps me.

Everyone's life is different, so that means every routine will look different. Don't model your life after someone else's, you do what works best for you and your schedule. Know your limits, take the time to rest and take care of yourself and life will start to get, maybe not easier, but let's say peaceful. Find solitude and happiness in the little things, and don't take yourself so seriously. Always take care of YOU first, then you can give your best self to the ones you love.

Much love,

Karli

1 note · View note

tir3dbuthungry · 11 months

Text

I wish to waffle so I will waffle, but I don't want to fill everyone's feed 'w'

I am back from vanishing, I've only done high restricting or no restricting for a good bit. Most days if I try to restrict it's usually around 1200 cals. I honestly need the wiggle room, but also I hate having it. My family eats such high cal food where dinner can easily be 1000 calories if they get take out, that terrifies me honestly. I think I might ask my mom to get me more soup when she goes grocery shopping, some of it isn't the lowest cal food, I mean the one I'm eating rn is 380cals, but it keeps me full and it isn't insanely heavy to my stomach. It helps a lot with acid reflux honestly, which is part of the reason of my restriction besides loosing weight. I haven't been able to weigh myself since last month while at a doctor's appointment, so I don't know if I have lost or gained. (hopefully I haven't gained) I've found some things to do to distract me, biggest one is reading I got 3 new books that I'm excited to read. I usually don't like eating while reading, terrified of leaving marks on the paper, and I've also have been thinking of trying creative writing. I haven't written in so long so it's going to be kinda bad, but hey it's fun and something to do. I hope you all are doing well, and I will shut up now.

#ed waffle #eating disoder trigger warning #ana dairy #tw ana trigger #pro for me not for thee #tw disordered eating #pro for myself

1 note · View note

the-outsider-and-other · 1 year

Text

I posted 2,495 times in 2022

15 posts created (1%)

2,480 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kimmykun

@broughttoyoubytheletterfive

@albertweskerxchrisredfield

@fonulyn

@tirsynni

I tagged 22 of my posts in 2022

#the outer worlds - 2 posts

#phineas vernon welles - 2 posts

#mtn dew - 1 post

#cheddarsscratchkitchen - 1 post

#neurodivergent - 1 post

#headcanon - 1 post

#the unplanned variable - 1 post

#captain hawthorne - 1 post

#the outer worlds headcanons - 1 post

#phineas welles/captain - 1 post

Longest Tag: 47 characters

#the as yet unreleased peach flavor mountain dew

My Top Posts in 2022:

My look for today's doctor's appointment 😜☠️

0 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

Love this raspberry lemonade MTN Dew 😋 So tangy and zingy

0 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

Welcome to The Weirding Moon

2 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

Oh jeez I've been tagged ^///^;

Rules: Tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with.

Tagged by: @kimmykun <3

Last song: Square Hammer by Ghost

Last TV show: Most Terrifying Places in America

Currently watching: Unless its spooky, I don't really watch tv

Currently reading: The Evolution of the Weird Tale by S.T. Joshi

Tagging: @the--king--in--yellow @mydetheturk @satanstruemistress @ladyyatexel @ifearthemoon @flowerynameslover @spocksucker @nappo008

2 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Welcome Home - Domestic metaltango fic

Why is it that I can only make myself write when I've been un-medicated for days? -_-

It started subtly, Jack found. This neighborhood stray cat started showing up at his and Leons' house more and more, making his presence known with a loud meow.

Jack liked animals and knew this behavior from cats. Little thing wanted a proper home now and had chosen him and Leon to move in with.

So one day Jack opened their back door and let the brownish tabby inside. A few cans of tuna later and the cat was sleeping happily in Jacks lap as the ex-soldier channel surfed.

When Leon came home from grocery shopping, he was surprised to see a cat lounging blissfully on the couch.

"Isn't that the cat that been begging for our scraps for the last few weeks?"

"Yeah, decided to let him inside today. Leon, meet Hannibal." Jack smiled as he introduced them.

"Hannibal? As in the serial killer or the Carthaginian general?" Leon asked.

"Eh, either one. I just thought he looked like a 'Hannibal'." Jack shrugged as he helped put things away.

Upon hearing his name called, Hannibal woke up and hopped off the couch and walked up to Leon, winding himself around the mans leg.

"Yup, he likes you. He's marking you as his." Jack chuckled.

Leon could only laugh gently as the fluffy cat looked up at him with those big, cute eyes. He stooped down and gathered Hannibal in his arms, which the former stray allowed without fuss.

"Welcome to the family."

That night the men shared the bed with their new friend, all snuggled together, warm and safe.

14 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

0 notes

ijustthinkevilunoisneat · 2 years

Text

Evil Uno x Under the weather!Reader

Already created a Dark Order version if you wanna check it out but wanted to make a Uno specific version.

Trigger Warning if you don't like reading about being sick but otherwise it's just fluff

Uno being super concerned about you.

Wanting to put off work so he can stay by your side but you telling him to go, reassuring him that you'll be fine and that it's just the flu.

Admitting that it's cute seeing him so concerned tho.

When he is at home, he doesn't want to leave your side even when you tell him to keep your distance since you don't want him to catch what you have, he doesn't care, he just wants to take care of you.

Feeling so safe and taken care of.

Him still being able to make you smile.

And laugh. Although he becomes worried about you when your laugh turns into a coughing fit, you reassuring him that you're okay.

Holding your hair back and gently rubbing your back when you puke.

Although he isn't usually the one to cook, he cooks all of your meals while your sick.

The only time he leaves the house aside from for work is when he does the shopping, buying all the groceries as well as the medication you need.

Attending the doctor's appointment together, him helping you move about since you're low on energy.

Staying up with you when you're struggling to sleep.

While you're asleep during the day, he does the housework, making sure everything is clean and tidy.

Watching movies and binge watching shows together.

Although you don't personally feel up to gaming, you still love watching him play.

Him admitting that your voice sounds sexy especially while you're sick and you playfully replying with "well now you know how I feel, your accent is so freaking hot"

Him opening up a window when you want fresh air.

Loads of cuddles and him reminding you how much he loves you.

#evil uno #evil uno x reader #aew #all elite wrestling #aew x reader #aew fanfiction

10 notes · View notes

aprillikesthings · 3 years

Note

I'm not disagreeing with your logic, but isn't it also true then that grocers and doctors are parasites? They're no less guilty of holding human necessities for ransom.

Okay, so this is gonna be difficult because I know that there are probably words for the concepts I'm trying to explain, but I don't have an education in economics or policy ("lol I can tell," there, I said it for you) so this...wanders a little. Bear with me, yeah?

Firstly: Housing isn't movable. (Even "mobile homes," really.) I'm not just paying for the walls I live in. I'm paying for the spot of land it sits on. I'm paying to live specifically in this neighborhood, in this city; near my job, where I can ride a bicycle everywhere, where I can walk to grocery stores.

Humans can be moved between houses--but only at a cost of time, stress, and money. So people usually prefer not to do it more than necessary.

If I don't like a doctor, I can (usually) just walk out of the appointment and try to find someone else. If a grocery store costs too much or has bad customer service, I can (usually) shop somewhere else. Obviously, depending on insurance/location the doctor one might be a lot trickier--but with very few exceptions, it's not gonna be as hard as moving house.

Landlords/property companies know my choices are: deal with all their bullshit, or go through the pain and expense of looking for another place--if there ARE any I can afford!--and then moving. (Or, if they evict me for any/no reason, and/or I can't find an affordable place, risking homelessness.)

Part of what you pay for when you buy a house is stability--no one can force you to move just because they want to make the house nicer and more expensive, or because they want to live there instead of you. You're not worried that at any moment someone might come into your house and tell you you're not keeping it clean to their standards, so you better clean it up or you'll be homeless. (There isn't someone watching what I do with the lettuce I bought and disqualifying me from food benefits or even shopping at that grocery store because I didn't eat it all before it went bad.)

Secondly: I am actively making use of my housing for the majority of the time I am alive. If I'm not at work, and not on vacation, I am usually at home. I require housing every single day--even away from home, one of the major expenses is shelter--a hotel, a hostel, a campground and camping supplies. When I am not at home, the majority of my belongings are in my housing.

"You also need to eat every single day?" yes but I don't need to go grocery shopping daily. I shop once a week or less, usually. I could even skip a week, and my choices would narrow a bit but I wouldn't go hungry. I often switch which store I shop at every week based on my needs/wants: Trader Joe's one week, Fred Meyer another, doing an online Safeway order the week after that. I am not locked into one store every single week. Grocery stores know this, and compete amongst among each other by (among other things) lowering prices. Landlords are not doing that.

Tl;dr: I am not dependent on one grocery store or one doctor and can switch if I don't like them. Switching houses is a tremendous pain in the ass and expensive.

Thirdly: With groceries and food in general: it is easier to get SNAP benefits (aka "food stamps") or go to a food bank than it is to get housing benefits/rental assistance, though this might have changed in some places due to the pandemic.

In regards to doctors: There's a lot of effort put into attempting to get poor people on publicly funded health insurance (in most/sane states, anyway). Also, if you go to the ER, they cannot deny you emergency care based on your ability to pay.

But we regularly let people go homeless.

Fourthly: As a general rule (see caveats below) there aren't a ton of people out there buying up all the groceries and medical care and then not using them and holding onto them just so they can wait for the price to increase before selling--and when people do buy up medical supplies just to jack up the price, we all recognize this as unethical and there are even laws against it in many places. There's not entire companies (again, exceptions noted below) whose business model is based on making sure there isn't enough food or medical care to go around specifically with the goal of jacking up the expense of it and making a profit.

Lastly: I actually think it should be illegal for healthcare to have a profit motive. I'm absolutely in favor of single-payer socialized medicine. I do in fact think that holding medical care ransom is also unethical, though your average GP isn't the problem--and unlike landlords, healthcare workers are doing something of value that takes a great deal of skill, and they should be paid appropriately.

Tl;dr, part two: Food and medical care are human rights as much as housing is, but making sure everyone gets them will look different.

(General caveat/disclaimer: In many rural places, there is in fact only one doctor/clinic and one grocery store--and if they jack up the price because they can, they are also unethically holding life necessities for ransom. Ironically (or not?) housing is often much, much less expensive in those places. Aka "Holy shit this house is cheap, but who the fuck wants to live out there? And where would I work???") (ALSO ALSO: lol tbh there are examples of people holding onto all of a particular kind of food with the idea of making it more expensive--the first example that came to mind was Quebec's supply of maple syrup! Which is tasty but not uhhh irreplaceable or necessary for human life. It happens far more often with medication--witness the price of insulin in the US. Which every decent person realizes is unethical, morally wrong bullshit.)

#I hope this makes sense????#I took too long to write this and I know it meanders #plus I fucked up the formatting at one point and then confused myself lol #landlord discourse

51 notes · View notes

qupshalfempty · 3 years

Text

Ratchet With A S/O With Short-Term Memory Loss! HeadCanons

- While usually seen as the big grump that he is, none of the other bots have seen such a caring side to the old mech until you came along. Everyone's had a taste of his bedside manner and avoids injuries for that reason alone. Although they start to understand once they realize you can't seem to follow their conversation from the last time they seen you, or even recall them at times. Although none of them mind reminding you or moving along to another topic like nothing happened if that's what you prefer.

- Ratchet's "caring side" isn't doting or mothering, he's very respectful and helps when you ask for it. Otherwise, he assumes you don't need it, you've lived this long on your own. Although that changes if you're his S/O, as he is left to his own devices at the base and will make time to make sure you remember to get off the couch and move... It makes him feel like he's helping in some way.

- He offered you a datapad (much too large for yourself) although settled for your "insufficient technology" (phone) to keep notes/reminders on. He also somehow got a messaging app for his datapad in case you ever need to directly message or call him.

- Will remind you of anything you mentioned needing to do so you can add it to your calendar or to-do list. He keeps mental notes whenever you speak about your plans for the day just in case. He most likely has a better handle over your schedule than you do.

- Realizes how frustrating it could be for you and reassures you that no, you aren't annoying. He doesn't mind and likes helping. "You are my sparkmate, you are not a burden. Now get up and stretch you haven't moved off that couch in hours." I headcanon his love language as acts of service and quality time, and he wishes he could be of more of a help to Team Prime out in the field in combat… he'll happily help you, and staying at the base is a lot more enjoyable with you. In turn, you wanting help reassures him that he's doing his part as your sparkmate.

- Will be your personal escort to the grocery store, doctor appointments, wherever. Arm in holoform arm. Will go the extra mile (ba dum-tss…) and walk to the doctor's waiting room with you so you both can go back to his alt-form together without incident. Or holding the shopping list as you both browse the aisles and acting as your parrot. Of course, if he can't he'll have one of the other bots, most likely Bee, go with you.

- He most likely asked if you wanted to move a few of your belongings or get duplicates for the base so he can watch you. He just wants you safe and will be worried if you're home alone, he'll be sending you messages throughout the day to make sure you are alright.

#long post #tfp x reader #tfp ratchet #transformers imagines #transformers x reader #xsharnxx #qupwrites

250 notes · View notes

writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

Text

BTS Reaction: You Have An Ovarian Cyst

Requested: yes a long time ago ;-;

Genre: fluff

Warnings: uh, mentions of ovarian cysts but it's not that bad lol

A/n: I know it's taken me a long time to get something out and I'm sorry about that. But I hope you enjoy this anyway 🙂 love you guys!

KIM SEOKJIN:

I love this man...that is all

"What do you want for dinner tonight, princess?"

Jin looks at you from across the shopping cart between you two as you browse the vegetable aisle. He frowns when you don't seem to be paying attention to him, just keep gently pushing on the avocados to test their ripeness.

"Y/n?"

"Huh?" You finally look up at him and he smiles.

"I asked what you'd like for dinner tonight."

MIN YOONGI:

"Oh, sorry." You laugh quietly, but Jin immediately picks up that something is wrong. He comes around the cart to put his hands on your shoulders, making you face him.

"Is everything alright, princess?"

"Yeah...it's just..." You look around to make sure no one overhears you.

"It just hurts." You finally whisper.

"What hurts?" Your husband whispers back.

You point down at your lower abdomen and it clicks in his brain. You had been having a lot of ovary pain recently, so you went to the doctors to get it checked out.

It turns out you have an ovarian cyst, but it wouldn't require any surgeries. The doctor just told you a few things that might help ease the pain until it goes away.

Jin has been a saint this whole time, doing everything he can to make it better for you. Now, he nods and pulls you in for a quick kiss on your forehead. Then he whispers, "I've got an idea."

At Seokjin's urging, you end up buying chocolates and almonds and a few other foods that are high in magnesium. The doctor told him that magnesium high foods should help the pain. When you get home, he makes you sit on the couch while he gives you some chocolate and almonds as he puts the groceries away.

When he's done, he comes over and sits next to you, pulling you in and kissing your cheek. "You just snack on those, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Jinnie."

"Love you, princess."

[email protected] duality is gonna give me whiplash

"Ouuuch, Yoongi!"

At your call of distress, your fiance runs into the living room from where he was producing in his studio. He sees you all curled up on the couch, your face twisted in pain as you clutch your abdomen.

"Yoongi it hurts." You whine.

"Oh, baby." Yoongi comes around the side of the couch and sits on the floor where he can be face to face with you. He gently takes one of your hands away from your stomach and holds it close to his chest.

"Have you taken your supplements today, love?"

"No." You say weakly.

"Ok, I'll be right back." He lets go of your hand to go and grab the supplements your doctor told you to take every day.

You gladly move and smile softly when he cuddles into you, nuzzling his nose in your hair. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this, baby."

He comes back with them and a glass of water, and then helps you take it.

After you've chugged some of the water and taken the supplement, Yoongi has you scoot over so that he can lay on the couch with you.

"It's not so bad when I get to cuddle you like this." You whisper tiredly.

He smiles and kisses you gently, "Try to get some sleep, love."

JUNG HOSEOK:

heeheheheee i luv he

KIM NAMJOON:

"Is it still hurting, babe?"

You can hear the worry in his voice clearly. You clear your throat and whisper into the phone, since you're in the middle of your workplace.

"Yeah, but it's probably nothing." You hear him sigh at that.

"Y/n-"

"Sorry, Hobi. I have to go, my boss is coming."

You hang up and quickly get back to work before your boss catches you slacking off. The rest of your work day goes by rather painfully, with your worried boyfriend constantly texting you to make sure you're still alive.

By the time you're home, your lower abdomen is in so much pain its taking all you have not to burst out crying. You unlock your front door and walk in to plop yourself on the couch in a heap of misery.

Then a series of quick knocks sounds on your door. You barely have enough time to lift your head before you hear it unlock and your boyfriend comes in, his brows creased in worry.

"Babe, I've been worried sick about you all day!" He cries as he hurries over to you. "That's it, I'm taking you to the doctor."

Not even half an hour later, you're at the doctors and explaining everything that's been happening. They do an ultrasound and it turns out that you have an ovarian cyst on your left ovary.

No wonder.

Hobi is diligent on taking notes about how to help you, he listens to the doctor intently, madly scribbling everything that's important.

When you're back at your place, Hobi gives you some painkillers and cuddles you in bed.

"Are you doing okay, Jagi?" He asks every few minutes. You can't help but laugh at how worried he is.

"I'll be okay, Hobi. Thank you for everything."

"You can always count on me, Y/n."

so smol and soft ;-;

PARK JIMIN:

"Are you okay, y/n?"

You turn to your husband at his question. He's holding your hand gently as you two walk through the park with ice cream in hand.

You hadn't realized that you were zoning out. The truth is you aren't okay, you're miserable. You found out last week that the pain you've been having is an ovarian cyst. Namjoon has been a sweetheart and taken care of you as best he can. He's always trying different ways to help you cope with the pain.

"It just hurts a bit." You admit after a moment of silence.

Namjoon nods understandingly, "Do you want to head home?"

You nod and he kisses your forehead gently before tossing his empty ice cream cup in a nearby trashcan.

It only takes a few minutes for you to get home. Once you're there, you pull off your shoes and groan as you hold your abdomen and stumble to your bedroom.

"I'll be in there in a minute, sweetie." Namjoon calls after you.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door opens and you peek your eyes open to see Namjoon slipping inside. He's carefully carrying a little tea cup, walking slowly and sitting next to you as softly as he can. Then he hands you the tea cup when you sit up.

"What's this?" You ask sleepily.

"Ginger tea. It'll help with the pain. I did some research." He laughs shyly at the smile on your face.

You take a sip of the hot tea and hum in satisfaction, "It's amazing. Thank you, baby."

"Anything for you, babe."

KIM TAEHYUNG:

hot dog hot dog hot diggity dog

"Ok, jagiya. This isn't normal."

Jimin is practically in tears himself watching you cry over your period pain. He knows cramps are painful, but this seems like it's so much worse than usual and he's really worried. But you insist that it's normal for periods to hurt as you lie on his bed in tears.

"But not like this!" He cries, wringing his hands. "You've been unable to move for hours I think we need to call the doctor."

"Jimin, I'm sure it's nothing." You sniffle tearfully and wipe your nose with your shirt sleeve.

He sighs and lies next to you, cuddling into your side in hopes of putting you to sleep. But a few hours later, he's awaken by the sound of your crying. He sits up and gently pulls you to sit up too.

"We're going to the doctors, right now."

The doctor told you that you have cysts on your ovaries and that's what's been causing your horrible pain. He gives you a few tips to help and Jimin listens intently.

Jimin drives you back to your apartment and helps you to the couch, then he grabs a fluffy blanket and drapes it over you. After that, he runs to get some pain medicine and comes back to give it to you with some water.

"Thanks Jimin." You croak tiredly. He smiles at you and brushes your hair out of your face, "I'll always be here, Jagi. The medicine shouls kick in soon." Then he leans down and kisses your forehead.

"Get some sleep."

oh pllssss give me a hug. you so cute.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

You smile half-heartedly at a text message from your boyfriend. You checked your phone immediately after you got out of your doctor's appointment. And of course, Tae had already messaged asking if everything was alright and if the doctor had given you any diagnosis.

He was going insane watching you in so much pain every day for the past few weeks. He kept insisting you go to the doctor and you finally did it today. It's a good thing you did, because apparently your pain isn't all in your head like you thought it might be.

Your doctor let you know after some ultra sounds that you have an ovarian cyst on your right ovary. He gave you a few things to do and some supplements to take to help ease the pain, but that's really all he could do until it went away on it's own.

You send Tae a quick text, telling him that you just got out, you're okay, and you will tell him about it at home.

When you get to your apartment, Tae opens the door before you even get a chance to fish your keys out of your purse. You laugh at his wide eyes, "Hey Tae, when did you get here baby?" You ask as you make your way inside and take your shoes off.

"Oh, I came over right after I got out of practice. I've been waiting for you, are you okay?" He asks worriedly, taking your hand as you walk over to your couch and plop down.

"Ohh, I'm fine. It's an ovarian cyst."

The look of horror on his face makes you laugh again. He isn't laughing as he kisses your cheek, "I'm sorry baby, is there anything I can do to help?"

You think for a minute before nodding, "Can you actually grab me the heating pad? It's in my closet."

"Of course!" He jumps to his feet and hurries to grab it. When he gets back, he cuddles into your side and gently puts the heating pad to your abdomen.

"Thanks, Taetae."

"I love you."

oofie it hurts i luv he smile

"Oh baby, is it bad right now?"

Jungkook hurries over to the side of your shared bed the moment he sees you curled on your side, your eyes squeezed shut. You nod, feeling your husband tuck your hair behind your ear and put his hand to your forehead. "What can I do to help you, honey?" He asks desperately.

"I don't know." You whisper hopelessly.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek in frustration. He doesn't understand why the doctors can't just fix everything and help you to stop hurting so much. He knows it will go away eventually, but he can't stand seeing you in so much pain right now.

He sits next to you and continues to brush his fingers through your hair, hoping it'll at least distract you. While he brushes your hair, he calls his eldest hyung. Seokjin always knows what to do.

"Jin hyung, what do I do?"

A few minutes later, you feel Jungkook shift and get up from the bed. Then he goes into the bathroom and you hear the tub start running. A little bit after that, your husband comes back in and kisses your cheek, "Come on, baby." Jungkook whispers as he practically carries you to the bathroom, where he helps you undress and step into the warm bath. You sink down, grateful when you realize he sits outside the tub and keeps holding your hand.

"I put some epsom salts in, it should start helping soon." Jungkook whispers softly.

"Thank you, Kook. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie. Now, just relax." He reassures you, kissing your lips gently.

274 notes · View notes