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ghostedcas · 7 months

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imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

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scattered-winter · 2 years

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thank GOD the week is finally over i did sooo badly taking care of myself this week

#i missed breakfast almost every day and today i missed breakfast AND lunch #and i ate a big late lunch so i missed dinner too <33 #one meal a day!! we're doing GREAT lads /s #its not a disorder or anything like that #its just because i have meds that i have to take on an empty stomach and i always forget to take them until late in the morning so i can't #eat until lunch #and i'm pretty forgetful so it happens a lot #and today my schedule just didn't work out for lunch AND i forgot breakfast again so it was great #i also haven't gotten much sleep this week but that's because of the fucking NIGHTMARES #i don't usually have bad nightmares but lately i've been having full on HORROR MOVIES in my dreams #so no sleep!! no food!! i'm doing GREAT <333 #sigh....hopefully next week will be better #i'm gonna try and take my meds asap in the mornings so i can have a little breakfast. and hopefully the scheduling conflict #from today won't happen again and fuck up lunch and dinner #in conclusion im not feeling super great because of all that shit but i had a great week otherwise!!!! i really really love my life rn #its been a long time coming. but i really do love it.#i just gotta get better at the self care shit #<3333 #winter speaks #tw eating issues #its in the tags but just in case

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lxkeee · 3 months

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I am not feeling well rn can I get lucifer taking care of his sick s/o..

LUCIFER TAKING CARE OF HIS SICK S/O HEADCANONS

This man... Doesn't know how to take care of himself.

But, he does know how to take care of his significant other.

When Lucifer finds out his beloved darling is sick, he was so worried.

He didn't know sinners can get sick.

They do, he just didn't know as he doesn't go out much to learn more about his people.

Anyways,

When he found out [y/n] still sleeping in which is unusual.

He got worried and decided to wake them up.

He went to their/his/her room to see [y/n] curled up in a ball and he thought his darling was just tired and wanted to give them/him/her some more time to sleep.

When Lucifer was about to leave, he heard a sneeze.

🚨 alarm rang into his head.

He quickly went to [y/n]'s side, seeing how tired and pale they/he/her is/were.

Placing a hand over [y/n]'s forehead, wincing as he felt the heat from their/his/her skin.

“Oh god... You're burning up...” Lucifer murmurs making [y/n] groan softly.

Panic. It's been so long since he had taken care of someone sick.

He quickly left the room to get a bowl of cold water and some cloth. Retuning back to [y/n]'s room.

He gently folded the cloth and dipped it into the cold water, squeezing the excess water before placing the cloth on to his beloved's forehead.

The cold helps cool down the temperature of their/his/her skin.

“Thank you, love...” [y/n] murmurs, opening their/his/her eyes slowly, voice weak.

Lucifer tried not to tear up but gave [y/n] a small smile, “Don't worry about it...” he says and [y/n] smiled before returning to sleep.

Lucifer sighs as he left the room, going to the kitchen to prepare some soup for [y/n] as they/he/she still needed breakfast and need to take some meds.

Lucifer prepares the soup, leaving the pot to boil as he looked through the medicine kit for some medicine that can help her.

Finding none, he had to text Charlie to get him some and the girl was glad to help him and [y/n].

Lucifer continues to cook as he waited for Charlie to bring him the medicine.

Coincidentally, after the soup was done. Charlie arrived with the medicine and promised to visit [y/n] once they/he/she feels more better.

Lucifer thanked her daughter and watched her leave.

Retuning back to the task at hand, he prepared a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a glass of water and along with some medicine.

He places them on to the tray, carrying it back to [y/n]'s room.

Placing the tray into the table, he noticed [y/n] seems to be sweating a lot from their/his/her fever.

He gently wakes them/him/her up enough for him to ask for their/his/her consent.

“Darling, I'm going to change your shirt okay? So that you'll be more comfortable...” he says and [y/n] nodded.

Lucifer smiles before going to [y/n]'s closet to look for a comfortable tshirt they/he/she could wear.

Using his powers, Lucifer closes his eyes as he ltet his power do the work of changing [y/n] out of their/his/her shirt.

Placing the used t-shirt into the laundry basket before returning to [y/n]'s side, nudging them/him/her awake gently.

“Wake up love, I've prepared some soup for you and some medicine for you to drink after.”

This man would feed his darling despite [y/n] protesting they/he/she can do it.

He wouldn't listen to them/him/her and just feed them/him/her himself.

After giving [y/n] their/his/her meal and making them/him/her take medicine.

He would keep watch and monitor [y/n]'s healing progress, changing the cloth when it's no longer cold. Waking [y/n] up when it's time to take meds.

Man is worried the whole time.

When [y/n] returns back to normal, it would be his turn to get sick as he occasionally gives [y/n] forehead kisses when they/he/she were/was sick.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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aita for refusing to take my meds?

apparently, i (14m) have not been in the best shape medically lately, but physically i feel perfectly fine. it was recently discovered through some blood tests (for something unrelated) that my liver is kinda… devouring itself? or something i guess. but i've googled everything and i'm not having any symptoms like jaundice or weight/appetite loss or anything like that. so i've not really taken it seriously bc it doesn't feel like a big deal bc i'm clearly not THAT bad.

well, on the other hand, my parents have seriously lost their minds about it. they've been taking me to get my blood drawn like once a week (which imo is just making me Actually feel worse cause it sucks and seriously stresses me out). so in one of these MANY doctor visits, they've given me so many different kinds of meds that i have to take like. three times a day. None of which feels necessary from the get go because i never felt bad in the first place. so i took them (some antibiotics and a steroid i think) for a couple of days, but then i stopped bc they were ironically making me feel worse. like the steroid made me SUPER hungry but the antibiotics made me wanna hurl. so i figure if i felt okay before the meds, that they were doing more harm than good.

ANYWAY. so the big drop here: it turns out my parents have been hiding the meds in my food ever since. and when i found out, i REFUSED to eat anything they gave me bc obvious reasons??? but at the same time they ARE my parents so i usually don't have any other option. and several times now they've made my favourite food for me as an "apology", only for me to find out that they've poisoned me AGAIN. (yeah i know, fool me once, fool me twice, yada yada)

luckily, it seems like they're getting the hint and not trying to force me to take the meds anymore, i haven't been to the doc in like two weeks, and finally things are starting to chill out. my parents have even gotten me some of these really yummy soft treats that i just swallow whole now, which is super awesome!!

but anyway i just wanted to know, aita for not taking my meds (and maybe sometimes biting my parents a little in the process)?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #joke aita #pet tax

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writingquestionsanswered · 1 month

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hello! i've struggled with writer's block for so long that i've forgotten how to write something that i genuinely like... recently i've been trying to go back, but given my current schedule and me being in med school, it's impossible for me to sit down and just ... write but do you have any tips how i can slowly ease myself back into writing? thanks so much 🥹🙏🏼

Slowly Easing Back Into Writing (w/ a Busy Schedule)

1 - For Now, Write for Fun and Relaxation - When you're neck deep in work, school, parenting, caregiving, or any other of life's big commitments, you may want to go the low pressure route with writing and let it be an outlet for fun and relaxation. This gives you carte blanche to write when, what, and how much you want without having to worry about any sort of "progress." And the beauty is, whether you write five words a day or five-hundred, you are still "making progress" in terms of honing your writing skills and adding to a body of work. You just don't have to be focused on that for now.

2 - Meet Yourself Where You're At - Even when you give yourself permission to write for fun, you may still find yourself wanting to create goals, a writing routine, and a writing schedule... and that's fine, just be sure to meet yourself where you're at when creating these things. In other words, be honest with yourself about things like available writing time, energy requirements, potential distractions, steady commitments, and other potential challenges to meeting goals and sticking with a routine/schedule. Be flexible. Have reasonable expectations. And give yourself grace when things don't go as planned.

3 - Go For the "Low Hanging Fruit" - Getting back into writing doesn't have to mean pursuing big writing projects, and it honestly probably shouldn't when you have other big things going on that need to take priority. Luckily, there's a lot of "low hanging fruit" you can go after to get your words in. Those will be different for everyone according to where you find inspiration and motivation, but some examples would be journaling about your day or dreams, writing reviews of books and movies, writing out your feelings about a particular current event or something unusual you experienced that day, flash fiction writing prompts, short poem, free writing, writing exercises, etc. In other words, things that allow you to write as much or as little as you want, and you can switch it up depending on how you're feeling.

4 - Spend Time Filling Your Creative Well - If you're limited on time and energy, don't underestimate the importance of using the free time you have to fill your creative well... read books/short stories/fan-fiction/magazines/news stories, listen to audibooks or podcasts, watch TV shows or movies, play video games, watch documentaries, learn about things that interest you, research your family tree... anything that puts stories and story elements into your head is going to help you be a better writer. And if that's all you have time to do right now, that's okay, too!

5 - Make It a "Whole Thing" - If circumstances permit, take whatever writing time you have each week or month and "make it a whole thing." Get yourself a nice/pretty/fun notebook and some nice and/or colorful pens. Create a writing playlist. Find a special place to write (it can change as needed) where you'll feel safe, comfortable, and will be relatively distraction free. Create a little writing routine for yourself, like drinking a certain beverage, starting by listening to a certain song, wearing a particular hat or comfy cardigan, eating a particular snack, putting on some mood lighting... whatever works. It could even be as simple as putting a particular object next to your keyboard like a pretty rock, a scented candle, a certain plushie... anything your mind can start to associate with "this is writing time" can help trigger things that will get you into writing mode when it's time.

Here are some other posts that may help:

Guide: How to Rekindle Your Motivation to Write Guide: Filling Your Creative Well Getting Excited About Your Story Again Getting Unstuck: Motivation Beyond Mood Boards & Playlists Getting Your Writing Magic Back After a Break Writer’s Block

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levitiquee · 7 months

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"Can I... help you?"

He looked up at the hesitant, quiet voice, catching your eyes staring at his in the mirror in front of him. You were standing in the bathroom door behind him, unease clear in your body language.

That, for some reason, made his heart throb.

Why did you look uneasy? You were never uncomfortable, never with him.

And for the first time in all the years he's known you, Levi couldn't read your eyes. Blank since the moment Levi opened his own.

And the stubborn, stubborn part of him wanted to say, no. To tell you to leave, that he can do it by himself.

And another, softer, hidden part of himself urged him to let you. He craved you and your touch, no matter how fleeting they would be, the barest brush of fingertips against skin, he craved it. He'd take it, he'd take what he gets. He wanted it. So bad.

And despite his heart pounding warning bells in his chest, he nodded, looking up to meet your eyes again.

Self control went out the door when it was you.

"Just..." He hesitated, he'd be lying if he said it didn't sting his ego. He wished he looked better. Less pathetic.

But he gestured at his face. "The rest I can do by myself."

Levi was a mess of bandages. He had clumsily wrapped it around his damaged hand, and then attempted to do his face. But couldn't seem to do much with the state of his hand. And of course, he'd rather bleed here out to death than ask anyone for help.

You carefully stepped around the med vials lying on the floor to stand infront of him. Then, slowly, cautiously, you worked your hands. Despite the efforts, he still winced when your fingers accidentally added pressure but he remained silent, biting down on his lips at the sting his wounds caused because of the meds.

Levi tried his best to focus on the ache. It was better than focusing on you, on how damn close you were. His knees almost touched your and you had one hand placed on his shoulder, every once in a while cradling his jaw, positioning his face so you could work better.

He felt bad when you muttered out apologies. He couldn't tell you that it wasn't the meds, it was the feel of your fingers that burnt more than anything.

Straight into his heart.

"So, you're done avoiding me?" Levi asks casually, glancing at your focused, but otherwise empty expression.

"I wasn't avoiding you." You replied blankly, denying the very true accusation.

"You haven't been anywhere near me since I've woken, let alone talk to me. That's avoiding."

"I wasn't avoiding you." You were avoiding him.

"You refuse to even look at me in the eyes, kid."

"I wasn't," You repeated. "avoiding you."

"Is it the scars? Does that repluse you?"

"Captain."

One single warm teardrop skidded over your face.

His eyes met yours as you looked away, eyes widened in confusion.

"Are you.. are you crying?"

"No." You shook your head, trying your best not to be so obvious when you obviously dragged your arm over your face to wipe your eyes.

"What? Was it something I said?"

"No." You shook your head again. You felt his gaze searing through you, setting your skin on fire.

You swallowed.

Why were you here?

No, why was he here?

Why was he wrapped in bandages and his skin tainted with bruises and bloody wounds as if he didn't have enough scars to begin with? Hadn't he suffered enough?

"I thought you were dead."

You spoke finally, the barest whisper, but you felt him stiffen. You turned to look at him, fingers running carelessly over the deep scars, careful enough to not hurt him. Your fingertips turned red with his blood

His blood.

You dared not look at his damaged eye. Scared that the raw sight of his pain might just be enough for you to break.

"Well, I'm not." He said, voice bitter. "So stop bawling."

You let out a half sob-half laugh.

And then you dropped. Onto the ground, right between his legs.

Your hands found his hands, cautious fingers wrapped around his. Focusing to not touch his injured fingers.

"Captain."

He stared, wide eyes staring down at you.

But he didn't pull away.

"If I beg you," He knew before you even spoke. And you knew his answer before you even finished. "To not do this. To not go out there. To not fight. To stay here and stay alive. Would you listen to me?"

"And what?" His voice was soft. There wasn't anger, there wasn't annoyance. Just gentleness. "Let you brats go off and kill yourselves?"

You shook your head. Again. Again.

The image of him broken and bloody refused to leave you.

You can't let him die.

You won't let him die.

"I beg of you," You were desperate, on the edge. You looked down, letting go of his hands only to cover your own face as tears streamed down in full flow, blurring your vision. Another hand wrapped around your own hair.

What do you do when it was oxygen that was choking you?

You pulled your hair, hard, trying to release the nightmares.

"Stay here," You gasped, eyes wide. "Stay in with Gabi and Falco and Annie."

"I'm on my knees, begging you. Im begging you to just fucking listen to me. Just this once, step the fuck down. You don't have to keep fighting. Not this time."

Gray, gray eyes on yours.

Could he hear the crack in your voice? Did he know those were the sounds of your heart falling apart?

But you knew when you looked at him.

It was your turn to stay silent. You knew you couldn't persuade him, but you had to try.

You had to.

Your head was splitting in halves and it took everything you had to keep them together. Don't break, don't break, don't break.

But slowly, hands wrapped around yours gently pulling them away from the grip you had in your hair.

"Hey. Look at me."

You shook your head.

You wanted to look at him. You really did. You'd look at him forever if you could. Because maybe, maybe this was the last time you'd ever get to.

But you didn't want him to look at you.

"Look at me." His hand pulled your chin up, making you look at him.

Such pretty eyes.

You lost all ability to function properly.

"If I told you, all of you, to sit back, would you?" He knew the answer, just as you did.

"That's not—" You attempted to protest.

"That's the very same thing. If not us than who?"

"It doesn't have to be you."

"Damn well it has to be me. I didn't survive through all that to back off now. You know that as well as I do, so why are you being soppy?"

".... because," You were exasperated. "I don't want you to die,"

"None of us will die." He said firmly.

"You almost died."

"But I didn't die."

"You could've " you whispered. "I watched the life drain out of you with every passing second."

Had your lungs stopped working? You wondered. Why else was it so hard to breathe?

"I was soaked in your blood." You were so quiet, you could hardly hear yourself.

"I had to stich those up. I had to wrap those damn bandages. I had my fingers pressed to your pulse the whole time so I'd know you were still alive." You said, voice breaking a little more with every word and with every word you lost a part of your soul, the memories were parasites feeding on your brain and you couldn't get them out.

"I killed people." You said. "I killed comrades I grew up with, fought side by side with years. And I didn't hesitate for one second because they were a threat to you. Because they were going to hurt you. With my own damn hands, I shot then down. Hange had to physically hold me back from striking Floch and Zeke." Levi's knuckles were white, and with every word you said, his fingers only dug deeper into your own hand.

"I can't let you die, captain. I won't." You shook your head. "Not when I'm alive. You don't get to die first."

There was silence. Two hearts beating, and it sent echoes along the small bathroom, wrapping the two of you around in the sound. Breathing was a myth, you thought. And overrated. Because every soft inhale only made your lungs bleed.

"As stubborn as always, aren't you brat?" Levi finally spoke, his words were unsure, as if he wasn't quiet certain what to say. But you didn't miss the slightest way his breath hitched. He sighed, eyes downcast. "Always being such a pain in the ass."

Levi hesitated. He was never very good with words.

"..but I'm grateful for you." He said. "You piss me off, but I'm grateful for you. I hope you know that." He said slowly, locking eyes with you, hesitantly putting a hand over your head, placing an awkward pat. "I appreciate all that you've done for my sake and..all that you're prepared to do. And I appreciate your concerns. But this–" He pulled away his hand, making a frustrated gesture towards himself. "Protecting me isn't your job. I'm the captain, kid. You don't have to worry about me."

And for a few seconds you didn't say anything.

"No." You finally said, shaking your head, a sad smile tugging your lips. Typical Levi, you thought. You hadn't expected anything less. "It's always that, isn't it? It's always your duty first."

And you sighed.

"Tell me captain." You looked up. "Is that all I am to you? A soldier?"

Levi's eyes widened, mouth parting as he gaped at you.

"You're.." He swallowed, looking down at you.

Is that all you were? He thought as he looked down on you.

No.

You weren't just a soldier, never was. Not to him.

You were always something more. Something he never dared admit to himself.

"...a comrade." He blurted out. "A friend."

He shook his head. "You're someone I trust."

You only stared.

Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open, the loud noise making the two of you jolt. You snapped your head towards it to see Hange standing in the doorway with a grim expression, hands folded over their chest.

"Oi, you two." They said. "Meet us downstairs, we're holding a meeting." Their eyes fell on Levi and they frowned. "Levi," They sighed, pursing their lips at Levi's bandaged state. "I personally wish you'd just stay in bed, but I also know you wouldn't listen."

"I tried, Hange." You reply in a defeated voice.

"Yeah, thought so." They sigh.

"Tch." Levi clicked his tongue, glancing from you to Hange. "What is this? I could be half dead and I'll still be more capable than any if you." He shook his head.

Hange was about to retort something back at him, scowling and parting their mouth, but you cut them off.

"You go ahead, Hange." You said. "We'll just finish up here."

You watched as Hange left, shutting the door close.

Then you stood up slow, setting your hands on his knees to push yourself up.

"Captain." You spoke softly.

"Wherever you go, I go. I'd follow you straight to hell. Me and you. We stick together."

Then you leaned forward, planting a kiss on his brow. He went instantly rigid beneath your touch.

"If we survive, me and you.." You whispered, closing your eyes. "I'll tell you something, captain. Something I've always wanted to tell you."

You pressed your forehead against his, your hands on his shoulders. Your heart pounded, but you couldn't have cared less. You only wanted to savor the warmth of his skin against yours, this moment. This was everything.

If you were going to die within a few hours, you might as well.

"So live." You said. "You have to."

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