#so grateful for these pain meds

[transsextual]

I don't have tits anymore :)

#top surgery was this morning! came back to the hotel at noon and have just been napping and eating and chilling w my mom #so grateful for these pain meds #havent seen my chest yet bc i woke up with my postop binder on #but tmrw im gonna give it a very gentle wipe down around the drain sites and change out my gauze #so i'll get to peek a little bit then :) excited to see ^-^ #speak

[youngchronicpain]

It is okay to need pain medication to function with your chronic pain. It is okay. I promise. I know everywhere you turn pain medication is demonized. I know that it is scary to talk about. It is okay to be grateful that you have access to pain medication. Pain meds have greatly improved my quality of life and I wouldn't be able to live my life outside of my bed without them. And that's okay!!!

#of course i wish i didn't have to take meds to function #but I'm so grateful they exist and I have access to them! #I am able to live much fuller life #they are one of my pain management tools and they have made my life better #chronic pain #of course this is not everyone else's experience #and that is okay too #there is space for both sides of the conversation #I just feel like this side is very often left out #pain medication #meds tw

[rongzhi]

Waking up after anesthesia

English added by me :)

#douyin #video #tiktok #when i got my wisdom teeth removed i sat in the back of the car and was trying to be all scientific and coolheaded about it all #held my tongue between my fingers and was like 'wow my tongue ith vewy dwy' and then i started crying #when we got into the garage i crawled up the 2 stairs into the house (i thought it would mask the fact that my sense of balance was shot) #and i refused to take my pain meds bc i figured it wouldve hurt a lot more if i'd gotten my legs blown off so i should just be grateful 🤷🏻‍

[zhongrin]

tags: afab!reader, period, mentions of blood and cramps, highly self indulgent

imagine moving in with zhongli and getting your period for the first time. you're curled in your shared bed, waiting for him to come back home after taking half day off work because of the cramps. you just want to cuddle with him at this moment, cradling your poor stomach as you sobbed on the bed, trying to find a position that makes your stupid cramps hurt less.

and when he does come home the first thing he notices is the scent of blood- your blood. eyes wide, he immediately drops everything in his hands and frantically rushes towards you, internally panicking as the smell gets stronger the more he takes a step forward. he's so afraid to open the bedroom door, visions of your gruesome deaths filling his mind.

you hear him call your name with an uncharacteristically panicky voice as he slams the door open, and that makes you spiral into worry because obviously your hormones are out of whack and your emotions are all over the place.

you both just pause and stare into each other, eyes wide, and zhongli approaches you to caress your cheek and observes your body as if he's looking for something. he asks where did you hurt yourself and offers to carry you to bubu pharmacy so they can take a look at you, and your worry melts into gratefulness. you don't deserve this kind, caring, lovely man.

you're so touched that tears start to pool in your eyes, and in mere seconds you're crying to zhongli's chest, babbling about how he's so perfect and how you love him so much. your lover is literally very confused, and he considers just wrapping you in his arms to bring you to cloud retainer, but his brain starts to connect the dots at this point. you don't seem to be physically wounded, but the smell of your blood is still so prominent... you seem to be emotionally all over the place... there's a hot water bottle on the bed... oh.

he resorts to calmly stroking your back, not even caring that you've sullied his work clothes with your tears and snot, sighing in relief as a new possibility presents itself to calm his erratic heartbeat. zhongli shifts you to sit on his lap fairly easily and waits until you stop crying to soothe you with his words and voice. he asks gently if you needed anything, offers to brew you tea (classic zhongli behavior), and rubs a comforting hand to your stomach after you give him permission to. literally you could ask him to massage your breasts if they feel sore, and we will absolutely do it with no sexual intention whatsoever. he's just so glad that you're okay.

"oh... zhongli?"

"yes, dearest?"

"did you get us our dinner?"

".......... i... did, but they might have been ruined."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #afab!reader #rin writes #im on my bed writing this with a phone ill format later #why is my pain tolerance the size of a pea i hate this #dont wanna eat dont wanna work dont wanna do anything atm #bless my supervisor and company for allowing afab employees to freely take leave on days like these #im just so grateful i dont have to drag my bloated ass to the doctor #just for a stupid med cert paper #i wan t my mom's massages ;(((((

[bruciemilf]

Hey guys guess who has an infected tooth and is DYING of pain lmao

#actually not lmao at all #like #heres the thing i went to the dentist for the first time in my life just like. three weeks ago #and he basically told me he'll have to send me somewhere else bc the tooth was too complicated (i think its called a root canal in english) #and ive been taking meds for the pain (ibuprofen to be exact) and holy shit i am Scared #like my biggest fear in life is being addicted to hard substances and i KNOW its stupid but im just scared #ive been taking them for like a week bc the pain was/is truly so uncomfortable and just horrible #and i cant go to an appointment bc my mom just went herself and shes dealing with mouh pain too. its just. not a fun time #but if anyone dealt with this before and could give me some home relief tips id be grateful #i washed my teeth like 4 times a day just today holy hell it hurts #vent #not dc

[the-pale-goddess]

Does you otp celebrate Thanksgiving? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, are they getting ready for Christmas? Or are they doing something else?

Thank you for this ask, dear! ❤️

E&T do not celebrate Thanksgiving. Though their families would always follow the tradition and focus on the family-bonding aspect, both Ethan and Tiffany can’t ignore the history of this holiday and always choose to work on that day. They stopped celebrating when they left home to study medicine. They do have their very own gratitude days—August 22nd (Ethan’s fav) and December 30th (Tiffany’s fav) 🥰

They’re not big on Christmas either, but they do enjoy the opportunity to spend some quality time together. Tiffany appreciates the appeal of some Christmas traditions (like Mariah Carey music, decorations, presents and food), so they always end up having a low-key, non-religious celebration.

This year they’re planning to spend the entire week in San Francisco with The Addams Family. They’ve already booked the tickets and Ethan is currently going through 50 shades of ✨ panic ✨

#Q #i hate to do it this way but this is my last post for now #it’s just a hiatus and i’ll be back #i’m sorry for disappearing like this again but i just don’t have the energy and don’t want to bother you with irl problems #it’s not going well my dudes #and i know that you’re used to my absence but i just felt like i had to say sth anyway #even if it’s just me rambling in the tags #if you read this: thank you for being here ❤️ take care of yourselves #i’m grateful for you all #i’m not ignoring you i’m just barely hanging there so yeah #i could use a distraction but i’m on meds and my mind is just a painful blur #and i find it hard to talk and think coherently #see you soon 🫶🏻 #ethan x tiffany

[kaizokuseb]

i don’t like taking medicine + i have adhd, and i forget that over the counter meds even exist. so when i do take something like midol for my cramps because they’re so bad i can’t stop thinking about it, it feels like fucking magic. like i just swallow these little guys, and 20 minutes later, i feel perfectly fine. my hips have stopped aching, i don’t feel like i’m going to throw up any more, my body can actually relax. it feels like i just took a health potion from a video game. and it’s silly because i always have this option but i almost never use it, and i don’t think most people even put this much thought into it. but i think about all the ways people who had periods have found methods to reduce suffering over the centuries, and it took so much testing and knowledge being passed down over the generations, and now i can just take a little pink pill and feel so much better. those remedies still exist, and they work, but not everyone has that knowledge passed onto them. how nice is it that people who were afab don’t have to struggle to find a method that works when there’s no one in their life to turn to? how wonderful that we don’t have to be in pain, and how excited our ancestors would be to see how easy it is for us. i didn’t mean to get all serious about this, but yeah. magic.

(*all of this applies to people like me who can take some midol when the pain is too much. it doesn’t work for everyone, and some have much more pain than others. i am not discounting those people, only speaking to my own and similar experiences. i hope everyone who suffers on their period can find a way to lessen the pain; we all deserve to be comfortable.)

#periods #there’s nothing wrong with taking meds btw #i just have Feelings about it specific to my trauma so i avoid it when i can #also i am not being hyperbolic about forgetting #i swear i’d forget my own name if i didn’t write it on everything #inspired by me spending around an hour in agony trying in vain to find any position that didn’t hurt so i can sleep #before finally remembering that i have extra strength off brand midol like two feet away #usually if i have pain i just ignore it but i can’t do that when i’m trying to sleep #and i don’t hurt often so it’s not an issue for me #i have loved ones with chronic pain so i feel grateful that i only get bad cramps about every other month and the very occasional headache #i respect the hell out of people who feel pain every single day and still get out of bed in the morning #y’all are braver than any us marine and that is not sarcasm

[ajaegerpilot]

What’s that one post that’s like ‘idk why people say birth control is so bad everyone I know irl that uses it life is improved by it and they don’t get side effects’ bc it’s true

#people getting bad side effects with hormonal birth control are the minority nowadays #because the doses are now lower than they used to be and sometimes w different chemicals most likely #and it’s basically just conservative propaganda wanting to scare people from using it #misha speaks #I know of literally one person who said they had a bad experience #meanwhile everyone else is like this is great incl myself this is my second month where not only have I had no cramping #which I’ve gone every month on birth control with no debilitating cramping like I used to have #but literally I take it consistently and I’ve not been getting a period whatsoever #I think fucking with your hormone levels so that you don’t need have a period is cool and sexy #I’m just thinking about how I’d be in such terrible pain for an entire day and pain meds wouldn’t even take the edge off #I could do it again obvs but I’m grateful for the flexibility now #the natural fallacy is real esp when you have what honestly amounts to a medical condition lol #‘actually it’s normal and natural that you’re in pain’ actually it’s just not life threatening that doesn’t mean it’s good. #everything I’ve heard about copper IUDs are like it is the devil. but also if you put it in correctly is very effective to kill sperm. #thinking of two of my friends who had a lingering painful experience getting an IUD put in #I’m like.. I would feel like shit if I was their partner.. also you continue to have ur period with an IUD right it just doesn’t seem worth

[deancaskiss]

middle of the day trip to urgent care for my neck pain was super fun (that was sarcasm, mostly because I’m not a fan of human med hahah. I will take care of animals all day long but refuse to take care of my own medical needs oops). so glad my clinician at work allowed me to leave work in the middle of the day so I could get to see someone for my pain. the urgent care doctor prescribed me a muscle relaxant, and an NSAID, and an opioid for the neck pain and an antibiotic for the tooth pain I’ve been having too (while I wait for my dentist appointment next Friday). thank god the doctor at the urgent care took my pain seriously and understood that working with animals and being thrown around by crazy dogs and cats has been making my neck pain worse. hopefully I can pick the meds up on my way home from work and hopefully will be feeling better and less painful soon!

#bex talks #the last two days have been hell #I’ve been in so much pain #both with neck and tooth pain #so ready for some meds to actually reduce the pain because basic OTC meds have not helped #everyone at work has been so nice to me though and has supported and helped me with my neck pain #so grateful for the people I work with

[novadreii]

I had the most ~healing~ dream about my first evil ex (jk...ish), where I was cheated on. I was only 19 at the time, but this relationship has arguably impacted my ability to trust people more than than any other. In the dream, we had this amazing "closure" conversation about what went down that I never really got. Clearly, it was my subconscious speaking to me through both of our dialogues, and for once, it was a kind, loving, and realistic voice instead of the harsh one where I would shit all over my self-worth that I've dreamt of for years.

I had already processed this event in trauma therapy months ago (so that the memory alone didn't make me want to break down anymore), but it still felt like there was one missing puzzle piece that had to be placed. I woke up today after the dream feeling so light, and serene, and at peace with what happened for the first time in over 10 years. I realize that I haven't properly forgiven him until this moment, or known what forgiveness really meant.

#personal #emdr #i haven't really talked about it on here i don't think #but if anyone is curious about emdr therapy for cptsd i can elaborate on some of my experiences #it's been the single most transformative thing for my mental health and general state of being that i've ever done #the closest thing to witchcraft if you are someone who is stuck #in the same endless loop of how you've been hurt/neglected/let down by others in your childhood/past #and cannot seem to move forward and make healthy connections no matter what medication your doctor puts you on #not saying meds aren't good in conjunction but just damn #this stuff is changing how i think as a subconscious level and for trauma that is what is needed #because the pain is not surface-level anymore #you cannot consciously think your way out of it with cbt skills alone #i am so grateful tbh :'') #i forgive you you butthole lmao #but you really missed out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[amphitritebaby]

crazy rambling incoming

#i submitted my post botox survey yesterday and god. like im fucked. it was like list ur symptoms and what % theyve improved and every single #one is 0% #like its joever #and while yes i am happy that 1 its submitted and its over and now i can finally schedule a fucking meeting about sugery like. ahhhg i feel #like my symptoms Have improved in my head. like the oh its not actually that bad ur fine. (as i am typing this my symptoms are flaring up #when they normally dont lol) and like. im just so scared that i'll get to the doctors and theyll say well botox worked a lil bit. #but not a lot. so u can do more botox and extend this process #or u can get surgery which is faster but also SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE #and i'm absolutely Not complaining about having a choice obvs im very grateful that 1 my doctors are nice enough to not push me into the #more expensive option just because #and 2 im lucky that this isn't a more pressing issue #but god. with all of the ingrained self doubt and oh ur exagerating and the tough i out mentality i have #and with the fact that i'm not in Constant pain #its just in certain positions and stuff. i'm just so scared about having to make a choice between surgery and Not sugery because i Want #the surgery so bad if it fixes me but i just dont know if i have the confidence to say definitively Yes. I Want Surgery. when its such #an ENORMOUS financial burden on my parents. like a life-ruinning financial burden. #not like it would be life-ruining for my family #like we would be alright... just... i don't want to add that to their plate especially when they get all sad when i pay my own med bills #idk. anyways that was a huge rant and if u see me complaining about this on anon to my mutuals no u didnt

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

#this shifts gender so much bc it actually affects everyone #yes it's a gendered phenomenon. i have written a LOT about how different genders experience it. that's for a different post. #writeblr #ps my comments about seeing someone cry -- this is not to shame any person #and on this blog we support workers. #at the same time it's a really hard experience to see someone that looks like you. clearly in agony. and have them forced to keep going. #when you're young it doesn't necessarily look like acting. it looks scary. and that's what this is about - the fact that teens #have likely already been exposed to that definition of things. because the internet exists #and without the context of healthy education. THAT is the image burned into their minds about what it looks like. #it's also just one of those personal nuanced biases - #at 19 i thought it was normal to be in pain. to cry. to not-like-it. that it should be perfunctory. #it was what i had seen. #and it didn't help that my religious upbringing was like . 'yeah that's what you get for premarital. but also for the reference #we do think you should never actually enjoy it lol' #so like the point im making is that ppl get exposed to that stuff without the context of something more tender #and assume .... 'oh. so it's fine i am not enjoying myself'. and i know they do because I DID. #he was my first boyfriend. how was i supposed to know any different #i didn't even have the mental wherewithal to realize im a lesbian . like THAT used to suffering.

[transparenthologramrebel]

So I was mentally scarred for life last night at work. We had a dog with a huge lump on its elbow and me and coworker were like that's not good. So while she called our emergency vet I put a bag of ice on the lump to try and see if it would help with swelling. Well turns out the lump was an abscess and it exploded on me 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

#theyre so lucky i love my job #i need a raise #also they are so grateful that i spotted the lump cause no one else did and the dog couldve gone septic if it had burst while nobody was #there #dogs fine by the way #just one some good pain meds and bed rest #oh my god the smell tho

[unholyplumpprincess]

Aw man whining abt my period in the tags bc im Wahhh

#princess talks #Okay so pain isnt Horrible tiday but still bad but what HAS been hell is the hormones #i an 0 or 100 today NO emotion is felt in a neutral or medium light #happy? im fucking elated. sad? im devastated. etc etc #my hormones + my devastatingly dwindling mental health is NOT a fun combo and i can FEEL the pull back #trynna like become inside myself again qnd figuring out how to be quieter and more reserved qnd tqke care of myself #i HATE that feeling the 'no no i got it i got me' what the fuck no human should live thqt way ever! #its my depression x my hormones i just know it is and it's so so crushing and concerning #i havdnt felt like this since i was a teenager and im like uh oh def gonna have to talk to my therapist #I NEED medication but i first need a genetic test to find out why im so fucking resistant to any and all meds #and it better not be the red head shit plz be smth fixable! even if just pain meds work id be grateful!!!! #alright wahhh rant over kwbowga

[onyourowndaisymae]

mistletoe mayhem

a/n: i wanted to get out a festive little piece before the holidays are over. sorry for the lack of posting-- i am so sleepy all the time. also i just got my wisdom teeth out so if this is nonsensical i do apologize. i am on several pain meds

characters + content: lucifer, satan, asmo, solomon, simeon x gn!reader

word count: ~1.3k

prompt: it's christmas at the demon lord's castle. drinks are flowing, music is blasting, and you're caught up in the fun of the party with everyone in the main hall. when you slip away to grab yourself another drink, however, you collide with another body in the doorway. who is that? and what's that above your head, dangling from the doorway... is that... mistletoe?

"Lucifer?"

colliding with the solid chest in front of you knocks some of the breath from your lungs. yet, you don't tumble to the unforgiving ground. you look up and see red eyes searching your face, gloved hands steadying you by the underside of your arms to keep you on your feet.

he breathes your name easily. "watch your step."

"my bad," you reply. you didn't even realize you were clutching the front of his coat until you let him go. lucifer's lips curl into an easy smirk as he crosses his arms.

you readjust your clothes and start to wander off with a polite nod, but his hand catches your arm again. "wait a moment."

"huh?"

his gloved finger points above you to the top of the doorframe. there, dangling above your head, is a bundle of mistletoe. you should have known lord diavolo would have the place decorated in such a way-- he'd been asking you for weeks about human traditions for the festive season. you must have told him about this one somewhere along the way. judging by the look on lucifer's face, he knows what exactly that leafy sprig means.

"mistletoe, is it not?" lucifer starts, then seems satisfied when you nod. "i owe you a kiss. if you'll allow it, of course." the smoothness of his offer makes your cheeks split with a delighted grin.

"i'd be offended if you didn't."

"and we can't have that, now can we? not during the holidays." and with that, his lips meet yours.

"Satan?"

a sharp swear hits your ears as strong hands catch you, gripping your shoulders with startling intensity as he somewhat forcibly props you back onto your own two feet.

satan's cheeks are flushed as he looks you up and down once more to make sure you're alright. his fingers find your shirt and dust you off once more for good measure.

"are you alright?"

"i'm okay," you answer, now secure in your own footing. "thank you for catching me."

"sorry for running into you in the first place."

there's a gap of silence. he shifts awkwardly on his feet, eyes flickering up above your heads to the top of the doorframe.

"is there something up there?" you ask. your gaze flits up above you to find a leafy sprig adorning the doorframe.

"if i'm not mistaken," satan says lowly, cheeks aflame and eyes darting from yours, "that's mistletoe. there's a human tradition where two people kiss if they're caught under it together-- i assume you've heard it?"

"i have."

there's another beat of silence where satan looks hesitant-- his body is angled towards yours, leaned in ever so slightly in interest, but his mouth doesn't move. the words won't come out. you can tell he's interested in the tradition, but he doesn't want to pressure you because of the tumble you almost took. you'd find it more endearing if it wasn't so silly.

"... do you want to give it a try? 'tis the season and all."

he lets out a breath you had noticed him holding and nods, scarlet in the cheeks as his fingers brush against yours. satan's lips find yours-- soft, grateful, melting into your touch as voices of your friends and family fade into the background.

"Asmo?"

"oh!"

two arms wind around your body, pressing you against him as the two of you fumble together lightly. you eventually find yourself unscathed and on your feet once more.

"sorry, hon, i didn't see you coming," asmo murmurs, fingers flitting over your form to help fix your hair and crumpled outfit.

"i'm sorry, too. i wasn't paying attention when i came around that corner. are you okay?"

"i'll be okay. now that i've got you alone, actually, i've been meaning to ask you about something."

a delighted little smile crosses his lips, and he takes your hands in his to coax you closer.

"anything, asmo. what's on your mind?"

"this whole mistletoe tradition solomon was telling me about, is it true? you really make out with someone under this plant? it sounds to me like one of the best human traditions i've heard in awhile."

"it's more of a kiss than a full make-out, but yes, sure, i do suppose it's an interesting tradition."

"and what's the plant look like?"

"uh, it's this leafy green little thing, usually tied up somewhere on the ceiling or in doorframes."

"like that?" asmo lifts a finger from your intertwined hands to point up with a devious grin. sure enough, above your head, you spot a sprig of mistletoe.

"you knew that was there, didn't you?"

"well i wanted to try out the tradition myself. and there's no one i'd rather do it with than you! so maybe i bumped into you on purpose to get you under here with me. is that so bad?"

as you find yourself leaning in to ring in the holiday season, you can't help but think maybe bumping into asmo under the mistletoe was a gift itself, even if it was a silly plot on his part.

"Solomon?"

"mc!"

your bodies bump together uncomfortably, and the two of you fumble together to stay standing. solomon's boyish laugh rings through the area, and you can't help but laugh a little yourself at the absurdity of almost bowling each other down on your way through the doorframe.

"are you alright?" he asks, giggles subsiding into a softness as his eyes scan you for any minor bruises or bumps.

"I'm alright. are you?"

"i am. better now that i have you alone."

"oh? and what is that supposed to mean?"

"did you happen to notice the mistletoe above us as you were walking this way?" solomon asks. your eyes drift upwards with his to see the plant hanging above your heads-- probably mistletoe, considering it's decorating the castle for the party, but honestly you'd never been close enough to know what it's really supposed to look like.

"not until now. assuming that's what that is."

"you think i'd lie about that?" he teases.

"oh, for sure. anything to get a kiss."

"ouch," solomon whines, pressing his hand against his chest to cover the emotional wound your words left. "i would never go so far as to deceive you. if i wanted a kiss, all i'd have to do is ask."

"that's true," you murmur, leaning in as he brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

silence.

"anyways," solomon starts, pulling away with a chesire grin and turning on his heel.

"solomon! you bastard! i thought you were gonna--!"

before you can protest further, his lips are on yours, grinning and kissing you senseless as he backs you up against that very doorframe-- to ensure you stay caught under the mistletoe, of course.

"Simeon?"

a gasp comes from the body you collide with, as sharp and unexpected as the collision you found yourself in. the body bumps into the doorframe with a muffled noise of surprise.

"oh, i'm so sorry! i didn't see you coming!" the apology is out of your mouth before simeon's fully steadied himself on his feet, but he's already chuckling jovially and reaching out to comfort you despite nearly tumbling to the ground.

"i'm sorry," he replies. "i should have been paying more attention."

he reaches behind him to adjust his cape, but his gloved fingers brush something caught in his hair and he frowns. you pull it out for him-- it's a decoration. leafy, green, christmas-y. you look above you to see the hook from which it hung in the doorframe now swinging empty after your collision.

"did i knock that over? i'll have to apologize to barbatos." simeon mutters. then, after a moment, "what is that?"

"mistletoe, i think."

"mistletoe?"

"it's a human realm plant," you tell the angel, twirling it in your fingers. "we hang it up around christmas time. it's for couples. when you stand underneath it together, you're supposed to kiss."

"oh," simeon answers quietly, cheeks heating up at your simple explanation. he looks pensive for a moment. "should i hang it back up?"

"huh?"

"well it sounds like a good excuse to kiss you, and i'm not one to let that chance pass me by. or can we just--?"

he gingerly slips the mistletoe from your fingers and holds it up above you, grinning bashfully. no more words are needed-- you answer the angel with a sweet kiss to mark the occasion.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x reader #obey me fluff #obey me imagines

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#I’m guessing it’s how much more walking I’ve been doing but I’ve been in so much more pain recently #even with the cane #like it helps but not enough #and it’s just. accessibility is one thing this campus sucks at #because it’s old! one of the dorms has an old-timey grate elevator and the buttons don’t call it to a floor- you push and hold and it makes #the elevator move. it’s that old. I don’t trust it one bit #finding elevators in some buildings sometimes? nightmare #and there’s so. many. stairs. #I came to college having never used my cane on the stairs (no opportunity) #the second day after my parents left I was a pro just because of how many stairs I had to take to get anywhere #and I’m constantly exhausted from the pain but I can’t constantly take pain meds because that’s how you get stomach ulcers #haven’t had too much of a problem migraine wise though which is nice #and the people I spend time with are accommodating and great because they’re accommodating but not to the point of assuming #I’m incapable of functioning independently #like they’ll check if gravel is okay or stuff like that since they don’t know exactly what is and isn’t okay but like #they won’t specifically stay on the sidewalks so I don’t have to go through gravel without asking me if I even can #if it seems like my hands are full they might offer to hold something but it’s never ‘I’m going to carry that for you because you can’t’ #and they check if I want to use the elevator or stairs and don’t just leave me to use the elevator alone #and they keep pace with me if I’m on the stairs and I’m slower #it’s nice. just the casual accommodations #I don’t need to prove anything either. I use a cane and they assume I have good reason to #I leave the cane behind to throw away trash a few feet away and they don’t question it #they let me be independent which so many disabled people don’t get the instant they’re visibly disabled #and it’s just nice #but structurally accessibility sucks and I hate it #I don’t know what kind of physical accommodations I could even get but they’re not available to me anyway until I get a diagnosis! #because the Office of Disability and Access won’t listen to ‘I’m in so much pain that I need a cane to get around’ as a valid request #because I definitely could be faking having to use a cane because that would benefit me so much/a #/s not /a that’s not a thing #using a cane has made my life harder! but it’s also lessened my pain and increased my ability to participate