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mcuamerica · 1 year

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Somethin' You'll Regret

Pairing: Cowboy!Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, bucking bronco riding, cowboy!chris

A/N: Thanks to @time-for-a-lullaby for giving me some inspo on this from her drabbles on cowboy!chris. I'll probably write more for this AU, but it's all I got rn.

If you are a minor, DNI

Disclaimer: All my works are FICTION. Nothing pertaining to the characters and/or actors are to be taken as fact. I do not own characters (unless I create an OC, in which I will be sure to mention), actors, tropes, or titles. I do not agree to my works being reposted or published on any sites, even if credit is given. Enjoy!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You stood perched on the gate, cheering as the last roping team scored the highest time. It was almost near the end of the rodeo. The night was clear and there was a slightly warm breeze, with bright lights on the dirt arena. You volunteered this weekend to help out at the rodeo since the proceeds benefited the local ranches.

Really, it was just your chance to look at all the cute and hot cowboys that competed. There was one in particular that you’ve had your eye on since Friday night.

His hair was longer than average and his beard was just a little bit overgrown. He had a tan from what you assumed was working on a ranch all day, but he wasn’t burnt. The way he walked in his cowboy boots, with his hands on his belt buckle, made your legs weak. What you would give to undo that buckle yourself later tonight. Even the way he tipped his hat when he talked to some of the other volunteers made you want to jump him right then and there. But you had to wait your turn.

You were on the opposite side of the arena, cutting gates and cattle for the team roping. He was waiting for the announcer to call out the next event - the bronco riders. You watched as the announcer cleared his throat before you turned your gaze to the cowboy as his head perked up.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, today we have a special treat for y’all. Our champion from the last three weekends has agreed to ride one last time.” The announcer said and the audience cheered.

You were barely paying attention to the words as you watched the other volunteers get the horse into the shoot. You saw the rugged cowboy settle on the bronco, holding his hand tight on the rope.

“Please give a warm welcome and your support to Chris Evans, riding the bronco known as Stutter Ditch Blaze.” The announcer finally said. You watched as the shoot was released, seeing him hold onto the rope and stay on with so much skill, it barely looked uncomfortable. You noticed the horse making more headway towards your end of the arena and you backed off the gate a little bit, seeing him come closer. Just as you were about to hop off, Chris’s hat came off and landed right in front of the other side of the gate you were on. You cheered quickly as the buzzer went off. He was helped off the horse then looked around once the horse was out of the arena for his hat.

And there you were, standing by the gate in the arena holding it in your hands. You were close to putting it on your head just to tease him before he snatched it from your hands. “Don’t go doing somethin’ you’ll regret, darlin’.”

“I don’t think I could regret doing you, cowboy.” You said, leaning back against the gate. You watched as his eyes darkened ever so slightly, before the announcer called out his score from the judges. “When you walk off that ride…” You started and patted his chest, holding your hand in place so he could take the piece of paper. “Give me a call.” You said and smirked before turning around, hopping over the gate as another volunteer pointed Chris to the other side of the arena to exit.

You were beginning to think you came on too strong. The rodeo had been over for an hour, and you were just getting finished with helping them finish cleaning up. You grabbed the keys to your car, ready to go home and forget about the hot cowboy that you could’ve had a fun night with when you heard someone behind you clear their throat.

You turned around, feeling the dirt beneath your heel. You were surprised to see Chris standing in front of you, his hat in his hand and pressed against his chest, looking up at you through long eyelashes as he watched you turn around - undoubtedly checking you out.

“I’d like to thank you for returning my hat, darlin’.” He said and you felt your neck warm up. Whatever confidence you had earlier was long gone. All you wanted to do was hear him call you darlin’ for the rest of eternity.

“It’s no problem, cowboy.” You said in return.

“I’d like to know the name of the woman who was so kind to keep it for me…” he said and looked into your eyes.

“Oh- of course. (Y/N). My name’s (Y/N).” You said, cringing on the inside as you stuttered.

“Well, (Y/N), I’m Chris. It’s nice to meet you.” He said and held out his free hand. You took it in yours, surprised at how large it was compared to yours. You shook his hand, both of you lingering for a moment too long before you pulled away.

“Mind if I buy you a drink?” He said and held his hat out to motion to his truck.

There was the warmth on your neck again. “No, not at all.” You said and shook your head, starting to walk towards the truck. You felt his hand rest on your lower back. Not too low to make you uncomfortable, but definitely low enough to tell you that he was just as interested as you were.

As you walked out of the bar later that night, you couldn’t quite understand how you hadn't jumped his bones as soon as the first cocktail was in your system. But something about this was different.

Yes, Chris was hot. And a cowboy. And if he could ride a horse as well as he did tonight, you were excited to see how he would ride you. But you didn’t even want that now. Well, you wanted it, but not right now. You wanted to keep talking.

He was hot and a cowboy but he was sweet. And he looked at you like you were the only good thing in the world. The more you learned about him, the more you wanted to keep talking. But both of you had an early morning, so you decided to call it a night.

“If you want to drop me off back at the ranch, I can grab my truck there.” You said, watching as he gave you a look and shook his head.

“I’ll drop you off at your place, that way, I’ll get a chance to see you in the morning for coffee.” He said and gave you a wink, opening his door. “Sound good?” He asked and smirked as you looked to the ground.

“That sounds perfect.” You said as you looked back up at him. “But, there’s one thing I should do to say thank you.” You said, leaning closer to him.

“Oh yeah? What’s that, darlin’?” He asked and leaned a bit closer to you, almost caging you in between him and the seat.

“This.” You said and leaned up as best you could, pressing your lips against his.

It was soft at first, timid even. As much confidence as that took, it almost went away before Chris kissed back, dropping his hand from the side of the door to your hip instead.

You let out a small whimper as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and immediately gained dominance. Before you knew it, you were pulling away just to catch your breath.

“If that’s how you thank me for driving you home, I can’t imagine how you’ll thank me for this whole night.” He quipped, his thumb moving back and forth on the small part of your skin that was exposed.

“Oh, you’ll see, cowboy. First you gotta take me home.” You said and winked before hopping in the car, but not before he gave your ass a small smack. Your eyes widened and he paused for a moment before you giggled and sat down in the passenger seat, watching him as he rounded the car.

This wouldn’t be the last time he drove you back to your place, that you knew. And Chris would be damned if he let you ride with anyone else but him ever again.

#somethin' you'll regret #18+#chris evans #chris evans drabble #chris evans x reader #cowboy!chris #cowboy!chris evans #cowboy AU #chris evans x fem!reader

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 3 years

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@sicktember Prompt # 20: Doctor Visit/Checkup

Title: The Best Medicine

Fandom: N/A

Based on this post by me. (Sick doctor)

A physician leaves work miserably sick. His RN girlfriend takes care of him.

(Author’s Note: This breaks the rule I set of less than 2k words but I wrote it before I decided to do this challenge and thought it worked well here. I just needed a sick doctor having PE performed on them ok 😅)

Due to the fact that it was 6:30 AM and she was still more asleep than awake, it took her a while to realize the man she was dating was standing behind her as she waited in line for coffee. However, in her defense, she had never seen him in this coffee line at this time of day before (and she herself was here at this time every day).

It wasn't until she heard a familiar, sniffly yawning noise that she turned and caught his eye.

"Shane? What are you doing here? You're usually sleeping right now." She didn't go to greet him right away, mainly because she didn't want to lose her place in line, and only two people stood between her and caffeination.

He too looked startled, though happy to see her. "Molly, hey," he said. There was a squeaky rasp to his voice and he had to clear his throat before he could continue. "Had an early meeting that got cancelled at the last minute. Since I was already awake, figured I'd come into the office early and clear out my inboxes."

"Gotcha. Well cool, that means I get to treat you to coffee for once. You find a place to sit and I'll get the drinks."

He shot her a grateful look and stepped out of line.

Molly ordered, received, and paid for the coffees quickly, tipping generously, before going to join Shane. He kissed her on the cheek as he took his cup, and they shared a warm smile as they made their way to a little sitting area, sharing a bench against the wall.

"Kathy's coffee is the best in the hospital. You'll love this."

"So you've told me many times. I'm glad I finally get to try it. What did you get me?"

"A surprise. You'll like it, trust me."

"Cheers, then." With another smile, they tapped their cups together before taking long pulls of their beverages.

"This is delicious," he said after a moment. "Best I've ever had from here. Thanks, babe."

"My pleasure." They sat for a bit in companionable silence, sipping their drinks. However, Molly couldn't help but cast sidelong glances at her partner with increasing frequency. Now that she was next to him, she saw he looked quite unwell. He was pale and shivery, with a flush over his cheeks and ears, and looking overall rundown and uncomfortable, a far cry from his usual easy smile and warm, steady demeanor.

"Is everything ok, doc? You really don't look good."

"You're saying I look ugly today?" he countered teasingly, dodging the question.

She nudged him playfully. "You're just as handsome as ever. I'm saying you look sick. Are you feeling ok?"

He shrugged. "Think I'm just tired. Not used to being up so early. My head and throat are kinda sore I guess."

"Just tired, huh?" She reached out and placed her palm to his forehead, then his flushed cheeks, and finally his neck, where she could feel the swollen lymph nodes she had already seen. She clicked her tongue scoldingly.

"That's a fever, Doctor Mitchell, and a high one at that. Why in the world did you come to work today?"

"No kidding, really?" Shane leaned back against the wall, rubbing his neck and looking sheepish. "I can't even remember the last time I had a fever. Had to have been before medical school. Guess I forgot what it feels like."

"Hmm. Well regardless, you need to go home. You can't risk infecting your patients and staff."

"Yeah, of course. I'll go now."

When he stood, she did as well, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Feel better. Get lots of rest and fluids."

"I know the drill," he rasped, smiling a little. "I am a physician."

"Sometimes I have my doubts, mister 'doesn't know what a fever feels like.' Sports medicine doesn't deal with the flu much." She kissed his shoulder fondly.

"Yeah, yeah." He pulled away, running his thumb over her jawline. "Thanks again for the coffee. I'll see you later. Text me when you have time. I'm sure I'll be bored out of my mind."

"Will do."

She watched him go wistfully, wishing she was going with him.

Naturally he wasn't far from her thoughts for the rest of the day. The hospital OB-GYN clinic was as busy as ever, and the hustle and bustle kept Molly, an RN, quite distracted, but every moment of downtime found her wondering how Shane was doing.

She texted him a few times as he requested. The first time he replied right away, saying he had made it home safely and was relaxing on the couch. The second time he replied a few hours later, saying how tired he was and how he really was starting to feel unwell, but he was doing fine. The third time he never replied.

Her plans for the weekend had been solidified in her mind as soon as she felt how feverish he was. She practically ran out the door as soon as she clocked out. Her first stop was her house to change clothes, shower, and gather some supplies. Her second stop was Shane's favorite soup and sandwich place for two quarts of soup and two sandwiches to go. From there, she headed to Shane's condo across town.

She hadn't informed him she was coming because she had wanted it to be a bit of a surprise. Initially her plan was to leave the soup and sandwich on the stoop and ring the bell, then duck out of sight until the last minute. However, her plan changed when she caught a glimpse of him through the front door.

He was fast asleep, sprawled out on his stomach on the couch. Bundled under two blankets and snoring with his mouth open, surrounded by a nest of used tissues and dishes, he was the picture of illness.

She didn't have the heart to wake him by knocking, so instead she used her copy of his house key to let herself in quietly, being careful not to let the cold air in with her. He didn't stir even after she shut and re-locked the door. After removing her coat, she deposited the items she had brought in the kitchen, then returned to his side. Perching on the edge of the couch, she ran her hand over his face and through his hair to wake him.

He stirred weakly, mumbling and snuffling as he opened his eyes. His face lit up upon seeing her, and he quickly sat up, leaning all of his sleepy, overly-warm weight against her for a tight hug.

"Molly, you're here! I'mb so habby to see you," he croaked earnestly.

She hugged him back just as tightly. "Of course I'm here. When you stopped replying to my texts, I knew I had to come check on you. You look so sick, poor guy, and you're so stuffed up. Are you surviving?"

He shrugged, pulling away. "I guess. I'mb doi'g ok. So achy and tired. Just been sleebi'g all day." He licked his cracked lips and tried to swallow, which resulted in a grimace. "Budt you should go, babe. I don'dt wandt you to catch this. It's ndasty."

As if to prove his point, he turned away from her to cough productively into his elbow, thick and chesty. He followed it up with a honking nose blow that was far less productive. She watched this display sympathetically.

"I'm not leaving you all alone and sick like this. And anyway, if I do get sick, I think I know a doctor who could take care of me." She bumped her shoulder against his. He smiled wanly. "Now, have you taken any medicine recently?"

He sheepishly averted his eyes. "Umb… ndo. I… don'dt really have anythi'g to take."

"Ugh, Shane. Don't tell me you're one of those 'it only treats the symptoms' purists."

"Ndo, it's ndot thad. Like I told you, I just haven't been sigck in years. I've never thought to buy cold mbedicine."

"You're such a guy," she sighed. "Even if you are a doctor. You at least got your flu shot right?"

"Yeah. Budt they're already sayi'g it's probably ndot goi'g to be very effective this year."

"Of course they are." She sighed again. "However, I had a hunch this would happen, so I came prepared." She quickly retrieved a bag from the kitchen which rattled with medications, sitting down beside him again. She selected the ones she wanted and shook them into his hand, watching closely as he swallowed them.

"You're acti'g like you don'dt trust mbe to take care of mbyself," he teased, taking several gulps of water to chase the pills.

"That's not necessarily true. I just want to do everything possible to help you feel better."

He had to cough harshly again before he could answer, hard enough to redden his face. "I love thad you wandt to take care of mbe. Budt you should really go. I'mb so contagious right ndow, and I don'dt wandt to try to stay away from you."

"Then don't. I came here to be close to you. I don't care if I get sick. It's the weekend anyway. I'm here for you and only you. Besides, you were probably contagious yesterday too, and we still made out. So it doesn't matter anyway."

"You're too good to mbe," he mumbled, finally succumbing and leaning his full weight against her, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. "Budt I still don'dt approve. You're staying AMA, just so we're clear."

"Call me a rebel, then," she murmured, stroking his sweaty hair.

He sneezed suddenly, only once, but wet and laborious, catching it in his elbow. She quickly pulled a tissue from the nearby box. He took it gratefully, blowing his stopped nose as best he could before resting against her again. He sighed deeply as she resumed her petting.

"You're lugcky the desire to be taken care of when sigck is a deebply ingrained biological traidt," he continued to mumble, sounding sleepier by the second.

"I am, huh? Well you're talking an awful lot for someone who has no voice."

She felt him smile against her, but he did fall silent for a while, aside from his sniffling and soft coughing. She thought he was going back to sleep when he spoke up again.

"You know whad would mbake mbe feel even better thad mbedicine? Sumb soubp."

"Hmm, well it just so happens you have a girlfriend who thinks of everything." She gently shifted him off of her, going back to the kitchen and returning with a quart of soup and a sandwich.

"Sal's chigcken rice?" he rasped, his eyes lighting up hungrily as he sat up straighter.

"Naturally. We've been together almost two years. I know what you like when you're not feeling good."

"You're a lifesaver," he groaned, taking the proffered food and digging in right away.

"I'm glad you have an appetite anyway. I won't ever forget last year's stomach flu incident."

"Ugh, don'dt rembind mbe," he said with a shudder. "Bud other than thad one time, I'll always have an abbetite for this soubp. This is all I've wanted all day." He wolfed down the food with unexpected vigor.

"Well then you're lucky I think of everything, like I said. And to think you wanted to kick me out."

"I ndever *wanted* you kigck you oud. I'm just goi'g to hade mbyself whed you ged sigck," he mumbled, swallowing a mouthful.

"Maybe I won't get sick, did you think of that? And like I've been saying--" She leaned in to kiss him fully on the mouth, long and hard, until he pulled away gasping. "--I don't care. As long as you promise to take care of me if I do, I won't complain about a few days off. So stop worrying."

"Ugh, take it easy babe," he moaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. "This fever has mby blood flow all mbessed ub. You can'dt be usi'g your lips on mbe like thad."

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to seduce you today. Unless you instigate it of course." She gave him a wicked look and he flushed.

"You're something else, Mol," he muttered, unable to hide a smile.

"Just eat your 'soob'."

He did what he was told while she tidied up his sick bed area. When he was almost done, she fetched another bag from the kitchen and began rummaging through it. He eyed the items she pulled out suspiciously.

"How much crabp did you bri'g? And whad are you doi'g ndow?"

"Something I've always wanted to do. And something I think will make you smile."

"I feel like I've been smili'g since you godt here."

It was Molly's turn to flush and smile. "Something that might make you laugh, then."

She sat close beside him on the couch with her stethoscope around her neck, placing a little tablet of paper and a pen in front of her on the table.

"Constitution:" she both said this out loud and wrote it on the paper. "Well-nourished. Unwell appearing today. Complains of malaise and myalgia. Lymphatics:"

She had been neatly writing everything down as she spoke. After the last word, she reached out to gently palate the visibly swollen lymph nodes in his neck. He moaned softly as she massaged them, the moan turning into a cough.

"Cervical lymphadenopathy noted. Lymph nodes tender to palpation." She wrote this down as well.

"Whad are you doi'g, Mol?"

"You get to be a doctor all the time. Today you're definitely the patient, so I'm taking my turn being the doctor and doing a physical exam on you. We need to make a diagnosis after all."

"Ah, of course. Mby apologies, please continue," he said with a little laugh, wiping his nose with a tissue.

"Thank you. Open your mouth please." Inserting a thermometer under his tongue, she also took his pulse with her watch as the thermometer calibrated.

"Resting heart rate is elevated at 86 bpm. Temperature is abnormal at 101.8 degrees Fahrenheit."

"I could've told you thad. I just toogk my tembp before you godt here."

"I find that hard to believe since you were sleeping when I got here. Now shh. Actually say 'ah'." She situated a tongue depressor in his mouth, peering in. "Throat erythematous and inflamed," she said and wrote. "Now lean forward a bit if you would."

He did as he was told, looking slightly put-upon and she slid the diaphragm of her stethoscope under his worn university tee shirt, placing it on his back as she listened to him breathe for a moment. "Minor ronchi noted. No crackles or rales. Minimal concern for pneumonia at this time."

"Well thad's a relief," he said, sniffling wetly.

"Shh, I still need to listen to your heart," she said, sliding the diaphragm of the stethoscope around to his chest.

"Terrible beside manner. I'm leavi'g a ndegative review."

She gave him her sternest "doctor" look. He merely smiled impishly. She sighed, biting back a smile of her own, and listened again.

"Normal rhythm. L-1, L-2 heard."

Setting aside the instruments, she slid her hands under his shirt, feeling gently.

"Skin is overly warm or feverish. Abdomen is soft, non-tender and non-distended."

"You didn't have to go under mby shirt, you know. Abdominal exam cad be done over clothi'g," he said, smirking.

"I was being… thorough," she said with a wink.

He chuckled hoarsely. "Someone's godt the hots for their patiendt. Thad's trouble," he murmured, stifling a yawn as he pulled his blanket closer around himself with a shiver.

"Neurologic: grossly normal. Tremors noted due to chills. Psychiatric: patient is oriented to person, place, time. Behavior normal, but appears lethargic, fatigued and sleepy."

After writing down these final notes, she cuddled up beside him on the couch, wrapping him in her arms and pulling him close as he started shivering in earnest. He nestled against her wearily.

"How did I do?" she murmured. "Did I make you laugh a little at least?"

"Very thorough and efficiendt," he mumbled sleepily, coughing. "And yes you did. Whad's your diagnosis and treadtment plan, doctor?"

"At best a severe case of rhinovirus. I'm more inclined to think influenza due to the fever, but we'll continue to monitor. No active intervention needed at this time. Bed rest at home, OTC medication as needed and adequate hydration recommended." At this she handed him his water bottle. He drank several big gulps before handing it back to her and snuggling in again.

"If that's what the doctor orders," he sniffled, closing his eyes.

She held him for a while, since that seemed to be all he wanted, just rubbing his back and stroking his hair. However, they were forced to move when Shane pulled away to break into one of his barking, painful coughing fits. He tried to settle again after the fact, making a face.

"I don't feel good, Mol," he mumbled pathetically. "This sugcks."

"I know, doc. But I'm doing everything I can to help you feel better. I didn't realize your fever was so high though," she murmured. "And that was after you took medicine. But you seemed just fine yesterday. You don't do anything by halves, do you?"

"Thad's one of the reasons you have the hots for mbe, you know id is," he croaked.

"The only thing with the hots around here is that fever. You're sweltering."

"Sorry," he mumbled, yet made no effort to move off of her. Instead he sneezed wetly into his elbow.

"Update, you're sweltering *and* gross," she said conversationally. Yet she made no effort to move away from him either, kissing his forehead instead. He yawned as she did. "And sleepy."

"Thingk I'm just sigck," he muttered.

"Yeah, let's go with that. Do you want to go back to sleep right now?"

"Ndo. Ndot while you're here. I'm too sigck to sleeb anyway."

"There's no such thing as being too sick to sleep. But if you don't want to sleep right now, I have one more present for you."

"You've already given mbe too mbuch."

"There's no such thing as that either." She carefully shifted out from under him again and attempted to head to the kitchen once more. Before she could take more than a step though, he caught her hand and made her turn around. Seeing his imploring look, she stepped back into the V of his legs. He wrapped his arms fully around her, burying his hot face in her abdomen.

"Thangk you mbuch for the soubp and mbedicine, baby. You really are a lifesaver. I just wanted to tell you thad."

She nuzzled her face into his messy hair. "Anything to help you feel better. I can tell you're still miserable though."

"Nodt miserable with you here."

"Just sick."

"Mhm," he mumbled, sleepily as ever. She let him hold her for another moment or two before speaking again.

"Seriously though, I have something else I want to give you. It'll just take a second to grab."

"Fine," he sighed. As he pulled away, she saw a hazy, pre-sneeze look cross his face. Sure enough, as she trotted to the kitchen, behind her she heard him emit a pair of messy, rough sneezes.

"That soup really got your nose going, huh?" she asked as she reentered the living room.

"Guess so," he sniffled, blowing his nose thickly. "Thad's the poindt though, right?"

"Indeed it is." She moved to the entertainment center and quickly plugged her laptop into the TV.

"Now whad are you doi'g?"

"Maybe you should stop asking questions and just wait and see."

"You know I hade surprises."

"That's not true at all in my experience, so I'm calling your bluff on that one. But you won't have to wait long for this one either way."

After a few setting changes to allow the laptop display to be projected on the TV, Molly popped a disk into the drive and started it up.

"Are we watchi'g somethi'g?"

"You and your questions." She tossed a thick DVD case into his lap. He picked it up, his eyes widening happily.

"The original Jurassic Park trilogy? Holy crabp, this is awesome!"

"I'm glad you approve," she laughed, stepping into his arms again. "It was going to be your Christmas present, but I figured a sick day at home is an even better occasion."

"This is perfect, love. You're ambazing," he mumbled, squeezing her tightly.

"Anything for my best guy." She nuzzled his hair again fondly. "Anything to help you sleep."

"I don'dt wandt to sleeb while you're here though. I don'dt wandt to mbiss out on seei'g you."

"Well then you're in luck, because I'm planning on staying here all weekend. So I'll be here when you fall asleep and when you wake up. No time wasted at all."

A grin split his face. "You'd do thad for mbe?"

"I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise. Doctors need to be looked after too, especially by their nurse girlfriends. So you stretch out and get comfortable and leave the rest to me."

"You're cooler than anadomy and dinosaurs combined, you know thad?"

Molly giggled happily. "I don't know if I'll ever come back from such high praise. You better quit while you're ahead, Dr. Mitchell."

"Only if you promise to make mbe coffee in the morni'g. Your good coffee."

"Sounds like a plan," she said with a grin and another kiss.

#sicktember2021 #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever #prompt 20

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blackpink · 6 years

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im sorry if this is annoying but i rlly need someone to talk to nd while i have some online friends i prefer to do this anonymously bc i feel more comfortable that way. i rlly want this year to be different and to start to accept myself for who i am instead of hating my guts and being mean to myself, so please do u have any tips? i feel like after being strong nd holding myself up for the most of 2017 ive come down nd hit low nd have been feeling like dying would just solve everything

okay first of all; don’t kill yourself. life has so so so much to offer and i know that right now it might seem like there is no way out and i know it’s cliché to say this but things will get better with time. i’ve been through hell this year and i honestly thought that i’d be sad for a very long time but i changed my way of thinking and im doing okay now!

i think it’s great that you want to change, too and i thought very hard about what to say to you. so this is basically what helped me to love life and myself more:

find a hobby! having a hobby takes your mind off and relieves stress. for example, i tried learning the guitar and even though im still no good (i suck so bad) it’s something i enjoy doing from time to time.

listen to podcasts, audiobooks and radio stations! i felt extremely lonely after my breakup and i downloaded all harry potter audiobooks and listened to them 24/7 (i am actually re-listening to them rn). when i wasn’t listening to hp, i listened to arirang radio! arirang radio is a kpop radio station based in korea and they speak english, play kpop songs and also talk a lot about random stuff. it was really calming (you can listen to them by downloading their app or via the tunein app).also i’d recommend you the audiobook “the subtle art of not giving a fuck” by mark manson. it’s very funny and gives amazing life advice imo!

socialize! I can’t stress this enough but go out and experience new things with your friends. if you don’t have many/or any friends irl try making new ones by joining a club or start taking language learning classes or sth. i know that it can be hard to put yourself out there and to approach people but you need to push yourself. having good relationships is the most important thing in life and working on finding the courage to talk to people is definitely something you should work on!i started making new friends after my breakup and it made me feel so much better about myself too. also, if you have good relationships with any family members try to spend more time with them as well! my mom and i are super close now and i tell her every little detail of my life!

perspective!recognise the good things in your life instead of focusing on the bad ones. this can be a hard one since we tend to compare ourselves to other people and focus on negative stuff. try to train your mind to be more positive - catch yourself thinking negative thoughts and actively say “no” to them. maybe start a journal and everyday write down 3 things that made you happy that day!

find meaning and purpose!sometimes life can seem boring and dull so instead, think about your ideal future. what do you want to achieve? what are your goals? is there anything specific you want to try or see? write down your ideal future and work on making your dream reality.

treat yo self! buy new clothes, jewelry, etc.!okay so this might be a hard one if you don’t have a lot of money and you don’t have a job BUT if you are able to save up some cash - do it and treat yo self. go to the salon and get a haircut, get your nails done, buy new clothes! i still struggle with my body image but buying myself new things to wear helped me A TON to feel better about myself. i also changed my hair color for a “fresh start” and bought new perfume and a shit ass expensive tiffany necklace from the money i originally saved up for the vacation my ex bf and i wanted to go on!

eat healthy!this might sound weird but not eating trash and junk food all the time actually helps me to feel a lot better about myself. (for 2k18 i want to eat more veggies)

work out!look, i used to HATE working out with a passion but it grew on me. i’d recommend joining a gym or some sort of sports club since that’s also a great way of socialising and meeting new people. also you will instantly feel better about life in general after working out - it’s science. the first few times i went to the gym i felt like dying but now i actually enjoy it! and it helps with my body image..

makeup!i am not saying that you NEED to wear make up to love yourself - you absolutely don’t. but makeup often helps me to make me feel better about myself! try new looks, watch some youtube videos and get inspired!

try new things!this might sound boring and dull but try doing new stuff by yourself! go to the cinema alone or the museum. challenge yourself to approach someone even if you are super nervous and scared to do it. try doing stuff you don’t like. this might be a bad example but i used to hate going out with friends but i kind of “forced” myself to try it out a few more times and now i actually love going out!

upbeat music!delete every sad song from your playlist. every. single. one. make a new playlist and name it “LOVE YOURSELF MORE” and put happy upbeat songs in it that cheer you up! music can influence your mood a lot.

find a role model!so this is a weird tip, i know, but it is actually super important to have a role model. if you don’t have someone irl you can look up to find at least one celebrity/idol you can identify with or a youtuber or sth. anyone who inspires you and who makes you want to be more like them will do! having a role model will push and motivate you even more to improve and love yourself!

i really hope that these tips will help you ❤️

if you feel suicidal please don’t be afraid or hesitant to seek for professional help! there is no shame in wanting to get better and you deserve to be happy and to live a good life. good luck with everything!! and remember to make baby steps, try one thing at a time 💪🏻

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Grace & Janis

Girl talk!

Grace joined the chat 112 minutes ago Grace: OMG BABE WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!! Grace: AND WHY DON'T YOU PICK UP YOUR PHONE I'VE BEEN RINGING LOADS!?? 😂😂 Grace: HOPELESS! WE ALL KNOW WHAT YOU'VE GOT ON THE BRAIN SO NO BLAME HUN 💕 Janis: Wanted to save you the coronary, like. But its obvs like ya said, hopeless. 😂😂 Janis: What you want, a kiss and tell-all? Grace: Lolz 😂 Grace: Of course! I was only pretending to read your mind when we were tiny! Janis: Yeah, that became apparent quite fast, Gracie 😏 Janis: He started talking to me a while back, when I went in to get a coffee after my runs and things just went from there, you know how it is. Grace: He's a right chatterbox isn't he! 💋 And that accent Grace: I'm well jell babez Grace: That ginger from your chem class is gunning for you but don't worry me and the girls sorted it 😘 Janis: Gotta earn them tips, hasn't he? The old dears love him too Janis: Bless you 😘 Janis: What did the mascara mafia do, kneecap 'er? Grace: If he wants to treat you right he does! Not having my sister going down Nandos. Ew Grace: You're so welcome! 💗 Grace: 😊 Don't be silly Jan-Jan but she has learned her lesson Janis: I know it ain't dad-level cuisine but if you'd have something other than lemon & herb maybe 😂 Janis: What lessons that then? Sure the poor bitch was just trying to learn chemistry tbh Grace: Oh god no 🤒 Grace: Girl code, silly Grace: Just a refresher course like Grace: So where IS he taking you then? Janis: You ain't white, tell ya tastebuds. Janis: Right, 'cos you lot would NEVER break the sacred law of, yeah? 😏 Come on, isn't that why you fall out every other weekend Janis: You'd have to ask him yourself. Think we're a bit past all that dating shit, aren't we? It ain't 1st year, or the 1940s. We're just chilling, like. Grace: Rude! You know I have a sensitive stomach thank you Grace: No way! Don't be ridiculous I could never fall out with my girlies Grace: Oh I will when I next pop in for a fix. Can't have him taking advantage of my lil sis, can I? Aww you two are sooo cute Grace: 💝💒💍💑💌 Janis: Right, don't want you shitting yourself in the shopping centre. Janis: My mistake, must be another bunch of hysterical, crying, screaming girls descending on the gaff. I'll ask one of the other sibs if they know who tf they are, like. 🤔 Janis: Maybe Dieg is making porn now, they look a bit like casting couch rejects, better tell the 'rents Janis: Speaking of older sibling duties, I've got six elders before you, don't burden yourself with the task. Sure Rio or Edie even Pablo will be happy to be a cliche and tell him to mind how he goes with me. Janis: Funny 😏 Grace: JANIS OMG AND TO THINK YOU KISS JAMES WITH THAT MOUTH 🙈🙉 Grace: What does he see in you hmmm? Grace: Oh bless you can relax I'm only playing he doesn't need to be scared of me Janis: 'Part from my drop dead looks, banging bod and incredible personality, who could ever say? Janis: Not me. Janis: Obvs, he can't be in breech of 'girl code' Janis: You aren't pissed off with me then? I know you liked him. Grace: 😂😂😂😂 Grace: He's a cutie! I'm soooo happy for you babe Grace: Not as cute as the boy I've got my eye on atm obvs but Janis: Good, I'm so glad you've kept your options open Janis: Do I know them? Can't be any other lad from our school like 😂 Grace: He's not a high school boy thank god! 🙏🙌 He's graduated already and just started working at the new juice place in between gigs Grace: So no I don't think you know him yet. Maybe soon tho! 💘 Grace: OMG WE COULD DO A DOUBLE DATE HOW ADORBS! Janis: Just your type, a boy with beverages, nice Janis: Yeah, that'd be a scream. Keep us posted! Grace: Lolz! Yeah it'd be sooo fun Grace: In the meanwhile you will be bringing the boy to dinner though, obvs Grace: Exciting stuff! Janis: Maybe for you, I doubt he'd be buzzin' about being thrown in the deep end like that 😂 Grace: Dad's cooking will swing it if your charms can't 😂 Grace: And I'll be there Grace: He's bound to miss me now I've switched to juices Janis: Naturally Janis: You'll have to get Tammy over too so she can say her farewells Janis: Or maybe that'd be awks 🙊 Grace: Don't even she's devastated I can't 💔 So sad Grace: At least you know he's a good kisser Grace: before you tried it yourself I mean Janis: I've heard she's consoled herself with a fair few baristas since then...maybe there'll be a juice boy no.2 for her Janis: Yeah, saving us all a let down, one hook-up at a time, cheers Tam 👌 Grace: Ugh yeah she's with that Priestly boy. I have no idea why. He's beyond cringey Grace: Exactly anything less than perfect is such a let down 💋 Janis: Don't worry, you'll only have to deal for about another week or so, if he's really rocking her world 🎆 Janis: Speaking from bitter experience there babe? 😟💔 Grace: Honestly! She's such a mess rn and won't let me help 😡 Grace: Isn't it sad? Boys are such 🐸 but I have my eye on a 🤴 now so Grace: yay! Grace: And I get to have girl talk with you about yours. I never thought I'd see the day Jan-Jan 😁 Janis: Some people just don't know what's good for them, or don't WANNA know, you get me? Pity. 😔 Janis: Just watch he doesn't turn into one, your kiss might have the opposite effect, like. We all know Disney lied to us, so. Janis: Who'd'a thunk it Grace: Anyway you should let me give you a makeover tonite Grace: Really wow the lad 😏💣 Grace: You can thank me when he gets a look at it Janis: I ain't got the time, gotta hit the gym before I see him Janis: Speaking of, I should get a wriggle on Janis: Thanks for the offer tho! Grace: Soon then 😘 We'll make time Janis: Yeah Janis: Laters Grace: Catch you later babes xxx

#janis needs to go punch things lmao #oh god bless

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