#going without my knee brace and my ankle brace today

[johnslittlespoon]

https://www.tumblr.com/johnslittlespoon/744717235364446208/thinking-about-how-sometimes-bucky-pushes-buck-too

and the begging alwayssssss ends with him promising to behave and whimpering that he can be good

again, whether or not buck believes him depends on how nice he’s feeling

i feel like these go hand in hand (◠‿◠✿)

somedays it takes longer for john to cave and start begging and apologizing, but he ALWAYS does (–aside from perhaps one time where he manages to get gale so flustered that he can't keep up his anger and frustration and john ends up bottoming from the top and absolutely rocking gale's shit <33)

but how long it takes for gale to give in (because he always would too, even if it means letting john whine and cry against his chest because gale won't let him come that night if he really needs to make a point about john's behaviour) would depend on the extent of john's bratting and how soft he's feeling for him that day

sometimes it doesn't take long; gale's riding him, and john keeps his hands obediently on either side of his head on the pillow, letting out the softest little noises every time gale rocks his hips down, and gale can tell he's really trying hard to make it up to him, that he was just acting up for attention earlier.

leans down to brace himself on one hand while he cups john's cheek with his other, can't help but smile when john leans into the warmth of his palm, melts when he tilts his head to kiss it. "oh, my sweet boy, there you are." takes john's hands in his own and places them on his waist, granting john permission to touch, and john knows he's forgiven.

on the flip side though, when john's really pushed things, especially if it's almost resulted in them getting caught, or getting suspicious glances shot their way, gale can be cold, shutting off that soft side, knowing that a quick little over the knee moment isn't going to remind john of why he's not meant to do things like that (and knowing that john's craving more than that).

he would never raise his voice, never shout, but he wouldn't need to for john to know just how serious he is. and on those days, depending on how he's feeling, he'd either use john for his own amusement as a form of discipline, wringing out orgasms from the man until late into the night, until he's writhing and begging for gale to be done, only receiving an "i thought this was what you wanted?" in reply, because gale would love how pretty john would look when he's teary and frustrated and flushed and trembling under his hands.

other times, it's not even about the sex itself, it is john being bent over gale's knee until he's sobbing, until the little moans at each hit turn into uncomfortable squirming, hands digging into gale's ankle where john hangs over him, and gale has to remind him "hands off."

and then he has john get on his knees, the thrill of satisfaction when he watches john wince as he sits his sore ass down on his heels. gale tilting his head back to have him look up at him with a sharp pull to the back of his hair, smacking him around until his cheeks have delightful red handprints and john's eyes are glazed over.

threading both hands into john's hair, using his mouth like that's all he is, the little gags and whines music to his ears, vindication for the fuckery he's been put through all day. holding john down until he can feel his throat contracting around him, not tears leaking down his cheeks, trying so hard to keep looking up at gale obediently but unable to help the way his eyes flutter closed.

on very rare occasions, he'll leave john high and dry after, making it clear that he's done a good job for him (because john needs the reassurance after anything more intense, and gale would never be upset enough to leave him without that) but that he's not allowed to get off today because he pushed things too far. and john will complain a little, but mostly he knows that gale is right and will fall asleep against his chest sniffling and worked up but not daring to talk back even more, knowing gale has his best interests in mind.

most of the time though, once he's come down john's throat and john is taking in ragged breaths looking up at gale with so much reverence and adoration in his eyes (and really there's a 50/50 chance john's probably ended up coming in his pants untouched at this point), gale will take his face in his hands, brush his thumbs over his cheeks to wipe away his tears, tell him how well he's done, watch john melt into his praises.

he'll crawl into bed with john and kiss him so sweetly while he jerks him off or lets him rut up into his thighs, john tucking his face into the crook of his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses and panting little 'thank you's against his skin, shaking apart in gale's arms. gale would kiss his forehead after, say "you're gonna be good for me from now on, yeah?" (even though he knows it's only a matter of time before john gets restless again). john promising that he will and falling asleep exhausted and drained but content having gotten what he wanted all along lol.

#oh my god i've been trying to write this for an hour but keep getting interrupted #let me brainrot in peace #this is why i don't write in public LOL #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

[age-of-play-i-say]

Puppy Fever, pt. 1

I just have a cold, but I woke up aching and foggy, barely able to manage texting Daddy for help. Daddy appeared quickly, with a warm milk drink for me to wake up with. He coos as I take my medicine, and cannot stand my eyes watering as he breaks the news that he has to return to work while I languish in bed. He’d prefer I stay comfortable in my cozy bed, but I can’t bear to have him out of my sight when I’m like this.

He holds a finger up in the doorway and says “Give me 5 minutes, little one, and then Dada won’t leave your sight again” and I can hear him in every room, shuffling around with purpose. I doze unhappily, drinking my sippy cup and hugging my teddy bear stuffie.

Daddy reappears in the doorway and strides for my bed, sliding his arms underneath my body before bracing himself to scoop me up, blankets and all.

I moan, sore and miserable, and snuffle into Daddy's neck.

He does his best not to jostle me, walking slowly. As he does he whispers "I was saving this for your birthday, but today seems like the right time for a treat."

We round the corner to his office and I peer around his neck to see something new - a large plush doggie bed designed to fit under his desk, with grooves for his legs and feet to fit too. I cling to him and kick my feet happily before groaning from the exertion.

He bounces me lovingly before setting me down to explore my new spot. He adjusts my blanket to wrap around my shoulders and gives my bare bottom a pat. 

"Go on, sweetie, there are other goodies in your little baby corner. I'll be right here the whole time, and this way you don't have to go anywhere for my Zoom meeting later on."

I drop to my knees and crawl in. Out of sight, there's a small space heater, a DVD player with my comfort movies queued, starting with Lilo and Stitch. My favorite stuffies are all in attendance.

He also set up a small breakfast tray of different drinkies, snacks, and cold meds. As a final touch, the cold meds have a sticky note slapped on top that says 'grown ups only, Daddy will take care of it'

I coo happily, feeling warm all over for the first time since this cold hit me hard. I peek my face out and mean to thank Daddy, but no words come out. Instead my eyes get watery and I fling myself forward, hugging one of his legs.

He relaxes and settles into his chair, petting my upper back and hair before murmuring, "Sick as a dog, so I figured you might want to be my puppy for today." I whimper and hug his leg tighter, my bare bottom pressing on his socked foot. I'm turning pinker than my fever flush, not sure why I'm so blushy.

I look up at Daddy curiously. 

"Puppy?" I ask. He nods.

"Puppies don't have to speak, they get pets, tummy rubs, snacks." I nod, laying my head back on his knee before he says, "and any accidents or humpies without permission aren't naughty when you're a puppy." My head swivels to meet his gaze.

He was waiting for me. He leans down and pats the bottom of my puppy pen. It crinkles. He grins and leans back up.

"Lined with puppy pads and the base cushion is washable, so my sweet pup doesn't have to think about anything at all if they don't want to."

My lil winkie pulses against his leg without any movement from me, giving away my thoughts. He chuckles before continuing,

"You can also make humpies if you're up to it, or you can ask Daddy for help. No limits on anything that makes my baby feel good today, okay?" 

I nod, still fever-flushed but so aroused by his love and care. I don't look up at him and instead start rolling my hips against his leg.

He chuffs happily and focuses back in on his laptop, ignoring his puppy-baby churning their growing winkie on his bare ankle.

I squeal a few seconds later when my orgasm hits unexpectedly, leaving me gasping and shaking. I've been feeling so awful that getting off felt like a chore, and now Daddy has put me deep in headspace, caring for me more deeply than I've ever known.

No wonder I'm sensitive.

I sigh contentedly and give my sore hips one final waggle before lifting off, grabbing a drinkie from the tray and two stuffies and settling back between Daddy's legs, safe and sound.

#maple writes #maple speaks #uhhhh #puppy pl4y #agepl4y omo #dd/nb #dd/lb

[hotchnerobsessed]

Hey, hope you're doing good today 🤠 Congratulations on 1k 🙌🏾 For your celebration, can i get "I swear it was an accident" 🍎💗🥰🤕🚔 please 🥺

Thank you so much 🥰🥰 I'm doing wonderful, and I hope you are too! Thank you for sending in a request!

Warnings: comfort, clumsy reader, description of injury, small mention of blood

Be A Part Of The Celebration / Celebration Masterlist

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It was too late to do anything to stop it from happening, as you felt your knee give out from underneath you. One wrong step on the uneven, rotting wood had sent you stumbling down the last couple stairs into the dark, damp basement. With a rolled ankle, and what was surely a sprained wrist from when you'd attempted to brace yourself from the fall, you rolled onto your back and laughed softly, "watch your step.." a soft groan accentuating your words.

With much firmer footing than you'd just displayed, Hotch made his way past the spot you'd just fallen victim to, and was by your side in no time. "Are you alright?"

Lifting your hand, you took stock of the blood running down your palm from where you'd evidently cut your hand on a sharp rock, or, no, even worse as it would appear, a piece of glass. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine."

Your attempt at brushing off his concern didn't go as planned. With his brows drawn together, Hotch grasped your wrist and examined the gash on your hand. "We need to get this cleaned up." Before you could disagree, he was speaking into his earpiece, "Morgan, I need you and Prentiss down here to finish clearing the basement, we've got a minor injury to attend to."

You rolled your eyes, responding playfully, "I'm fine Hotch, just give me your tie, I'll wrap it up, and we'll be good to go." He raised an eyebrow at you, your joke clearly not sticking the landing, much like yourself moments earlier. "Oh come on," you teased, "it's a minor injury, you said it yourself."

Without a word, he stood up and reached his hand out to you. Sighing, you placed your non-injured hand in his, and allowed him to help you up. Taking a step, you felt the sharp pain from where your ankle had rolled, but you did your best to play it off, "you see?" you took another step, unable to hide the slight limp, "good as new."

Wrapping his arm under yours and around your back, he gave you all the support you needed to walk comfortably up the stairs, that scowl still on his face. Passing the other agents on the way out, he warned, "the stairs are rotten, watch your footing," before leading you to the SUV. Opening the back hatch, he assisted you in sitting on the tailgate as he unzipped the First Aid kit strapped to the inside of the vehicle. "You need to be more careful." His voice was soft, but stern as he grasped your wrist in his hand once more, turning it over and wiping the dirt and streaks of red from your skin.

"I swear it was an accident," you admitted, before sharing a running joke amongst your family at your clumsiness, "my mother always told me there's a reason my middle name isn't Grace." He glanced up at you momentarily, and you could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his eye, like he wanted to laugh at your playful remark, but he was too concerned with making sure you were okay. That only spurred you on, wanting nothing more than to bring that warmth, that joy, that beautiful smile of his, out.

You couldn't help but notice how gentle he was being, and your mind immediately flashed to images of him with his son. "I bet you've had to patch up quite a few soccer injuries, haven't you?"

That did the trick. Even the slightest mention of Jack had Aaron's softer side shining through. With a tiny smirk, he glanced up at you once more, as he gently wrapped the gauze around your hand, "more than I can count." His smirk grew ever so slightly, the corners of his eyes crinkling as you smiled right back at him.

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[yelenassafeplace]

Daddy’s girl | Frank Castle x f!reader

Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.

Summary Smut without plot. Just Frank giving you exactly what you silently begged for all day long as you teased him over and over when you two finally get home.

Warnings Spanking, explicit content, kind of rough top!Frank, praise kink, oral f!receiving, penetration, Frank is obsessed with how your pussy tastes, sub!reader, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding sex, age gape, reader just celebrated her 22th birthday, masturbation, fingering, breeding kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, slight mean demeanor from Frank from time to time, squirting, overstimulation, tell me if I should add more warnings

DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE -18

You moan into Frank’s mouth as he tugs lightly on your hair. “Fuck baby. You’ve been such a whore today. You liked to tease me with this short little skirt, bending over at every opportunity you had to make me see your red lacy pantie, huh?” He dips is head into your neck, licking the skin there before he bites at it roughly, pulling a whimper out of you.

He grabs your head by your cheeks, squishing them together to make you pout and raise your head. “Such a naughty little girl. You better behave from now on if you don’t want me to edge you all night long.” You swallow hard, looking up at him with big doe eyes. “N-No ! I’ll be good, I promise daddy…” he smiles at your obedience, kissing your forehead while he strokes your sides gently. “That’s my girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good my love.”

A few open-mouthed kisses and all of your clothes being thrown on the floor later and Frank is carrying you to your shared room, his mouth never living yours.

Once he reaches the bed he drops you on the mattress, making it bounce under your weight. He looks at you with lust-filled eyes as he takes your body in, drinking every inch of your skin as if it’s the first time he sees you naked. “God, I’m never gonna get bored with seeing this perfect body. It should be illegal for you to wear clothes, baby.”

He grabs you by your ankles and pull you to bring you closer to the edge of the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, princess.” He chuckles softly when he notices your furrowed brows. “Come on baby. You didn’t think you would get away with teasing me this easily, did you?” “But you said…” He shushes you quickly, putting his index on your pretty lips. “Ssh baby, it’s okay. I know daddy said he would make you feel good, and he will. But not before you get your spanking. That’s what you deserve for making him so hard when you were in a place full of people and he couldn’t touch. You’re going to take your punishment like the obedient little girl you are and then daddy is going to make you cum, ok?”

You hesitate on pleading your case to him, but decides that you’ll rather take your punishment before you get yourself in more trouble. “Yes daddy, I’m sorry…” he cradles your face in his hands, bending down to give your lips a chaste kiss before standing upright. “I know doll. Now get on all fourth.”

You do exactly as he says and brace yourself for what’s coming. “Gonna make it seven instead of ten since you’re being so obedient now. And you better be counting or I’m gonna start all over again. Okay, you ready?” He caresses your ass cheeks softly while waiting for your answer and give your right one a sharp slap when you give him the go. You hiss a little at the burning sensation before relaxing again when you feel him rub the place he marked soothingly. “One.” He repeats the process again, but this time he slaps your ass harder, making you whimper as you arch your back. “T-Two…”

He finally gives you the last slap and smooth his hand over your ass again. “Seven !” He lets you lay down a bit to get your breath back, brushing your hair with his thick fingers. “You did so well for me, baby. You’re making daddy so proud.”

He kisses you deeply. It’s all teeth and tongue, a bit of your mixed spit dripping down your chin as you lazily kiss him back. Then he kisses your cheek and your jaw, gently nibbling at the spot below your ear that makes you get wet every time he suck on it, and start to mark your neck up.

When he feels like he’s done decorating your skin with hickies he makes his way down your body, kissing your tits and sucking on your nipples when he comes around it. He smiles against them as you moan out his name. “Daddy… Please stop teasing me !”

“As you wish, pretty girl.”

He immediately goes to business spreading your legs wide for him and setting between them as he lays down on his stomach. He then hums lowly as he licks one long strip of your pussy from bottom to top after he spread your lips. “You taste so good honey. Could come right there and then just by tasting your sweet cunt.” You bite your lip at the praise, blushing as you feel your wetness drip from your exposed pussy. “Don’t get all shy on me. I’ve seen everything from you baby.”

He goes back to his previous activity and leave open-mouthed kisses on your pussy before you get the chance to talk back to him. You try to grind your pussy on his big nose but he stops you by pushing your hips back onto the mattress, making you whine in disapproval. He then laps at your juices as if he hasn't drank any water in days and suck at your clit while pushing two fingers inside of you. “F-Fuck… Baby ! M’gonna come…!” He doesn’t stop eating you out and drink you up when you come on his tongue, rubbing little circles around your bundle of nerves to help you ride your orgasm out.

You try to get him away from your sensitive pussy by pushing his head when he doesn’t stop licking it but he just shoves your hand away from him before grabbing your hips to make sure that you’re not going anywhere. “Oh my god… F-Frank stop… S’too much !” “Fucking take it. I’ll eat out your tight little cunt as much as I want, y/n. I’m the one in charge here.” He only gets his lips off of your clit so he can answer you, but he’s quickly back sucking on it a few seconds later.

You feel the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening yet again before it snaps, cuming so hard that your juices squirt out of your hole. Frank doesn’t lose a beat, quickly getting on his knees and rubbing your clit harshly, making more liquid gush out. “Fuuuucckk !!" You scream as he keeps rubbing your clit before coming to a stop when he notice tears of pleasure straining your cheeks.

You pant heavily as your walls clench around nothing, spasming with aftershocks. Frank take you in his arms and draw circles on your bare back slowly with his fingers while he waits patiently for you to come down from your high. “'S okay. You’re totally fine, baby, I’m right here with you. I love you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

You eventually come back to reality and grab him by his neck to guide his lips to yours. You make out with him slowly, the kisses only getting sloppier by the minute. Your hands starts to wander around, caressing his broad shoulders before going south. You gently touch his pecs, his abs, and his v-line is next. You finally get to where he wants you to touch him the most, grabbing is hard and thick cock in your hand to jerk him off slowly.

He groans at the punishing pace you’re going and starts to thrust into your fist, precum leaking from his slit and smearing in your hand. You quickly fasten your pace, opening your mouth to let him push a finger in it. You moan around it and suck it as you try to focus on pleasing him. “That’s enough baby. Daddy wants to cum in this pretty pussy of yours only.” You nod your head at his words, wanting nothing more than being filled with his hot cum. “You did great, but now it’s time for me to bury my cock deep inside of you. I think you’re stretched out good enough to take me now.”

He lays you back on the bed, hovering you as he rubs the head of his big dick on your folds. “Relax for me, princess. I’m going in.” He enters you slowly, letting you get used to his size as he kisses your neck again.

He finally bottoms you out and doesn’t move for a few seconds. As soon as you nod your head to him, he comes out of your pulsating hole just to push back with a hard but slow thrust. “Fuck… You’re so tight for me, dove. It’s already making me crazy.”

Your pussy squeeze him inside every time he pulls back with a wet squelching sound that would get you flustered if he didn’t fucked you dumb. And just as you think this couldn’t get better he starts to fuck you so good that you barely remember your own name. He’s the only thing you’re feeling. Him and only him. His smell, his taste, his touch and his gorgeous body. His big veiny hand squeeze your throat, anchoring you to reality. “Stay with me, baby. No, no no, don’t close your eyes. Look at me, little girl, let me see those pretty eyes of yours.” He coos at you as you force your teary eyes open.

“That’s it baby girl. You just look me in the eyes and everything s’gonna be okay." He shushes your cries and kisses your cheek, his cock still pounding your dripping pussy. "Where do you want me to cum? Mh? On your tits?” You vigorously shake your head as you feel yourself get close again. “No? Okay. How about your stomach? Want me to cum on it?” You shake your head again, tears dripping from your eyes. “Oh… You want me to cum in your pussy? That’s it?” He slow down his thrusts, seeing that you don’t answer this time. “No…! no, no no daddy-don't slow down please ! I’m so close” “Then answer me doll. Want me to fill your tight hole?”

“Yes ! Want you to cum deep inside of me and get me pregnant ! Please daddy give it to me… Give me your babies" You cry out as his whole demeanor changes. He grab your legs by the back of your thigh and push them down to bend you in two and angle your hips differently to hit all your good spots every time he pounds his cock into you. “You want a baby? I’ll give you one. Cause everything my sweet girl wants, she gets. Gonna love watch you walk around the house with your little bump. You’d like that, huh?" He chuckles softly as you continue to beg for his cum and groan as he feels his stomach tighten.

He starts to rub your clit quickly as he moans. “Cum for me, princess. I want you to milk my cock dry.” He easily sends you over the edge with his thumb on your puffy clit and doesn’t last long before coming too. He fucks his cum into you, making sure it goes deep in your little cunt before slowly riding your highs out.

He stills inside of you after a few minutes and pull his cock out before laying down on the bed and pulling you to him. You rest your head on his chest, still panting slightly, as you feel his fingers slowly massaging your scalp to get you to sleep. “Mh… If you do that I’m gonna fall asleep…” He laughs lowly, making his chest rumble under your head. “That’s the whole point, love. You need to rest. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll clean you up later.” You yawn loudly, covering your mouth with your hand. “Okay… Good night, daddy, I love you.” “Good night, baby girl. I love you too.” You feel him kiss your forehead one last time before drifting off to sleep, too tired to care about the mess you two made on the bed.

You’ll figure something out in the morning.

End.

#the punisher #frank castle #frank castle smut #the punisher smut #smutty #+18 only #yelenassafeplace

[perplexingluciddreams]

Today I had my orthotics appointment! It went super super well. I was expecting it to be difficult (because I barely slept last night and it was in a different hospital than usual) and when I was in the waiting room I struggled but the actual appointment was great! I did a lot of happy stimming :D

The orthotist looked at my legs and feet, and she said I have some weakness when lifting my feet up and some general weakness on my left side. I also have very hypermobile ankles and she remarked on that. Then she watched me walking with my crutches (only a little bit, I can’t walk loads). Then I got to look at the type of brace/splint she thought would be good for me. It was huge next to me! It was for a much taller person.

Then I got casted and that’s what most of the pictures are from. I did my best with image description (it is in alt text, I hope that is okay, someone please tell me if I should do it differently).

The first step was covering my leg in a tube bandage sock thingy, with a blue plastic strip inserted inside for the scissors to cut along later.

Then, my leg was wrapped in this bandage that goes sticky when it’s wet, then it hardens into a cast. It is the same as a cast for when you break a bone, but without all the padding inside because for me it is just to get a mold of my leg shape.

Then she played my foot on the floor at a right angle so the brace would be at a good angle for walking. I felt the stretch down the back of my leg when it was like this.

Then time to cut it off once it was dry and hardened! The last picture is of my right leg, we did the left first and then the right.

I found the whole process quite exciting and I got even more excited and happy and laughing when my dad joked that they were going to clone me and this is the start. The orthotist then (jokingly) said that they would do my knees next time!

This is me happy stimming and laughing because of that joke!

After the casts were finished, I got to pick a pattern/colour and strap colour. I chose camouflage with black straps!! I think they will look super cool! I will get them in January.

Just to top off a fantastic day, my dad bought me a Pepsi max from the vending machine, then mum made me sushi for dinner (my favourite!) , then I had a vegan ice cream!!!

I am so happy!

Note: the orthotist gave full permission for taking photos and posting them here.

Extra note: this post took me more than two hours to make! Phew!

#hospital #orthotics #afos #ankle foot orthotics #words from my head #disability #hypermobility #hypermobile #braces #splints #image description in alt

[gramarobin]

This is my trek at community college, from the parking lot lower left, up the hill, through the ramp maze, across courtyard, through student cafeteria, up stairs, down long hall, elevator down to classroom. All while wearing a knee brace & limping along (2 months since surgery). I was helped by a few different departments, friendly, super helpful. Withdrew from one class and signed up for Computers 101. I sat in on class today, the instructor is very entertaining, reminds me of a brunette Leslie Jordan. Walking all the way back down the hill to my car about did me in. Ouch. Stopped for coffeeon the way home, and as it was handed through the drive-through window the entire cup spilled onto me, my seat, my coat, pants- totally drenched in hot coffee. I screamed, she apologised, gave me a towel & another coffee. I got home to see the garbage can tipped over and garbage all over - hit by the snow plow. Then, as I was walking to the house on our slippery wood sidewalk I slipped off the edge and twisted my ankle. 😫 An hour later I had a phone appt with a very nice sounding counselor who validated my frustration and told me to chill out this weekend, no thinking about classes (except I have an assignment due Sunday). I heard the song by Chumbawumba on my way to school today..."I get knocked down, but I get up again, no youre never gonna keep me down..." That was stuck in my head all day and will be my go-to song for a while...if I don't quit first. I have to work on my 'why', why am I doing this at this point in my life? If I believe in my reason why, then the motivation will be there to keep going. And I need to learn how to get to this new class without the long uphill trek. Contacting disability support dept tomorrow, and hopefully getting temp handicap parking card nx week at dr appt. *sigh* My head hurts. What a day. I hope yours was better.

#what a day #so much #no more starbucks #community college #i feel old #omg

[anime-fan93]

Hello! I’m here for an Encanto matchup please! Thank you so much for doing this by the way!

First things first, I’m an adult so I can’t be shipped with any minors, so no Camilo or Mirabel please. I’m also bisexual, so I don’t mind whether you ship me with a man or a woman. And by the way, I also have autism and stim by pacing if that means anything.

Physically I’m a really short adult, I’m only like 5’ tall (152 cm) because I have multiple disabilities, one of which stunted my growth. I have chronic pain basically everywhere but especially in my joints like my hands, hips, back and knees. Just today I’m wearing arthritis gloves, knee braces, compression socks and a scoliosis brace so I kinda look ready to be hospitalized lol. I also faint a lot because of blood pressure issues, and I have asthma and weak bones too. Medically I’m kind of a mess. Anyways, I also have really long wavy (and fluffy) brown hair, glasses and pale skin with lots of moles and freckles. I’m surprisingly muscular but still really slim. My style also switches between masculine and feminine a lot, and I even tend to combine the two. Today I’m wearing a long ankle-length skirt and also a biker’s cut denim jacket on top with a black t-shirt.

I have a bunch of little nervous habits like knocking on wood to prevent jinxes (like Bruno!), biting my lip when I’m nervous, pacing and flapping my hands, making little noises and humming to myself (kinda like Dolores). I’m also learning Greek and Spanish as second languages! I talk with my hands a lot, and I tell crazy stories from my life. I can imagine Mirabel complaining about Isabela and then I’m just like “My siblings used to put me in a trash can and roll me down the stairs” lol. I would also definitely gift Dolores some headphones because I can get pretty loud without really noticing.

I work as a librarian currently, but I’m also learning screenwriting in hopes of actually working at Pixar someday! I write a ton, I have a journal that I’ve kept going for years now, and I’ve picked up a lot of different crafts like sewing and leatherworking.

I’m very polite and extremely friendly, including being really bubbly and excitable. I feel like, maybe aside from the denim jacket, I might be the kind of person even Abuela would like lmao. I shake people’s hands when greeting them and am generally very polite and a little nervous. But it’s easy for me to make people laugh because I have a witty and sarcastic sense of humor, especially combined with my weird life stories. I’m really soft and surprisingly good at giving advice, I’ve often been called “wise beyond my years”. Unfortunately I can be really stubborn and am not quick to forgive, but that’s something I’m trying to work on. I also have a habit of always trying to stay busy and I don’t really know what self care is sometimes, oops.

But yeah, I think that's about it! Sorry if this was too long, I got excited haha. I look forward to seeing who you'll ship me with! Take care of yourself and drink lots of water, bye!

Thank you for requesting!

I match you with...

Pepa!

Even before you two started to date, you would always keep the sun shining and bright when you were around her! Your loudness and energy while talking would match her's, and she would always help massage the areas that were hurting you.

She would talk to you and do fun activities with you while you're nervous to distract you, and would be your No. 1 supporter. She would always stand slightly behind you and would be quick to catch and care for you if you fainted.

She would definitely understand you not being quick to forgive, but would know just how to handle your stubborn moments. She would also help you learn Spanish by having conversations with you in the language to help you become more fluent, and would try to learn Greek with you, the skies becoming more cloudy as she gets frustrated.

She would love your style, and would always adore when you talk with your hand, and would even pick up some of your gestures from being around you and thinking of you so much. Overall, she would absolutely love you!

I hope you enjoyed!

#encanto #encanto matchups #encanto pepa #pepa madrigal

[firespirited]

My back rehab walks are in a oval shaped radius 1km (sideways from home) as I live on the side of a steep hill. Walking along the main road just above my building and the two below and above is not flat, but also not nearly as steep as any ventures up and down. The bins are spaced about 200m along each main road so I've been using them as incremental destinations long before I found out some of the neighbouring housing estates and hotels threw stuff out in them.

After 7 months of gradual strength building I can now do 1h30 or 2.5km - it takes all the energy for the day so 'chore days' have shorter walks.

I stick to these 'loops', walk before 7am and add a little more if I feel OK. June was the month I started adding some hill for the lower back now that my hips are a teensy bit stronger.

But Tuesday, I got the fanciful urge to visit the thrift store where my carer drops off 'rubbish' finds and restored non custom dolls. It wouldn't be open but that wasn't the point. It would be new!

Google maps said 20 mins on foot, I added another 10 to account for the steep hill and figured I could attempt this hour long adventure, screencapped the map, took supplies and Talia the dog (she's better behaved about roads).

I set out at day break and 50 minutes in, it hits that I'm not going to make it, turning back now will at least give me the chance to maybe get back without calling a taxi.

I'm on a quiet road with a few lorries and tractors, the vines are beautiful, there are rare orchids growing by the roadside. I'm scared though because if my body is actually communicating... It Is Bad bad.

The next hour is like one of those slapstick comedies where bits fall off the car except it's my body reacting to overdoing it in increasingly stupid ways.

I expected excessive sweating, tremors and hives, I wasn't surprised as my knee and ankles began to *really* hurt, then i must have jostled something in the shoulders or maybe stress caused it? But the neck pain is blinding and then cherry on top: endo cramps mean I'm dragging one leg from hip/sciatica. Thankfully Talia is unfazed by stops and starts and knows not to pull. I have the cord lead tied around my wrist because I've lost grip in my hands.

I got home and rested in full dark for the day but I'd done 4km (!!!) and quite a bit of hill so I knew today and maybe the next few would be payback time.

The 48h delay will have you thinking that your energy hangover won't be too bad. Yesterday I went about my day as usual and it wasn't until a few hours in that I could feel the small twinges that mean the energy debt *will* have to be paid.

So I have a light/sound sensitive migraine, fever, joint inflammation and very tight cramped shoulders. It could pass tonight, it could be a week or two. It is what it is.

Just 7 months ago I couldn't walk 200m. I can't complain even though it hurts, physical pain doesn't hold a candle to the agony of end of life exhaustion. Mine is currently lower and it feels incredible but also like it might not last.

—————

I finally have an appointment for a neck x-ray Thursday the 13th, I hope they find something but not too ugly you know? Lower back building has been excruciatingly slow with lots of set backs and I miss crafting so much. It's a long car drive away in the heat but worth it for answers.

Yesterday's find was a Beurer multifunction hair iron, curler and crimper - I found the manual online and it's 125C to 160C which won't do for safely handling nylon and saran, a hair dryer and books so I cleaned it all and put it in the donation bag.

Maybe some day I'll be able to visit the thrift store when it's actually open 😁 my next challenge is to try the bus. I've had serious neck pain from small car trips as your core braces for shocks but that's the next big thing to try, something that could radically expand that 1km bubble.

There is also a project I've wanted to do for a very long time: parcels. If laposte weren't a disaster i'd have done it so long ago. I think it's time to try again though. It'll take a while to find everything and put it together but yeah.

I'm writing this in defiance of the dread that comes with these headaches and pain, goals might not be realistic but there's still a chance. We'll see tomorrow and the day after that.

#saf #Ramblings

[revelmaven]

friends i may be a dumbass, and in fact i put this question to my group chat with that exact sentence, but im putting it here in case anyone else is a little more like me than we ought to admit

I THINK I STUMBLED UPON THE INTENDED FUNCTION OF A MOBILITY AID

this is where everyone can call me a dumbass, but here goes

so, to set the scene: i went to a semi-local community festival today with a group of friends - we used to go every month, and today the weather was finally nice enough to return, so we were jazzed.

problem with this festival is it's held in a massive outdoor community space whose terrain is almost entirely uneven gravel, tree roots, and sudden inclines on weird angles, and is accessed by the world's most calf-destroying hill. also it's pretty much an entire day of walking around.

so i brought my cane!!

i have a cane. i barely use it. it's about hip-height, hand-painted Chinese oak, with a pistol grip in the shape of a squirrel/fox/red panda/????? it's not the world's most high tech cane but it's sturdy and it's never steered me wrong. i picked it up when i shot my pelvis out, and ive used it maybe four times since, usually only on really bad days*.

today was not a bad day; today was actually a very good day! but i've had some very bad pain days recently, and i thought id bring it just in case.

(*i ought to mention my ability to judge bad days is severely lacking, and usually it's only after multiple painful days in a row that i consent to even keeping the cane in my car in case i decide Later i want it - i may have some internalised things to worry about)

but since i had it, i used it. what i would typically do at this festival is tromp around barefoot and have a merry old time, and most likely after five hours my legs would bitch at me and id put my brace on to get through work (night shift), and see if i still hurt in the morning. what i did Today was start off barefoot until i found a super bitchin' pair of goth platform sandals with ankle straps and arch support, whack those on, and bring my cane from the start. i leaned on it intermittently throughout the day, switched arms when i needed to (because i don't have a Good and Bad knee; the good one is whichever's stopped hurting right then), and plodded around for five hours, drove an hour in a manual to drop everyone home, and completed three hours of waitressing solo with no brace, and it was only when i was finishing up and about to go home that my usual trick knee started to do it's I'm Going To Start Hurting Soon little pressure ache thingy.

and it JUST occurred to me. what the POINT of a mobility aid might be.

because ive lived and operated under the assumption that a mobility aid is something you use if you have no choice and literally cannot function without it. i figured if i probably Could still walk, albeit running the risk of pain, without my cane, i didn't need the cane.

my experiment today leads me to believe the Actual function of a mobility aid is to help extend the amount of time i can function for without pain. the point is that by the time i need the cane i'll already have it, and the point of needing it (or needing to stop for the day) will be far later than it would without. as i put it to my friends: is the idea in fact that you use them to extend the amount of time you Don't Super Need Them so you almost never Can't Function Without Them?

AM I DUMB??

#anyway i now have some dope goth sandals and a cane for summer #bc im takin that shit everywhere now #respect for chronic girlies #life upd8 #zero speaks #dumbass tag

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

gotta put on my knee braces because i can't walk without them, but i sprained my back (probably because i've been slouching due to the wicked amount of neck pain i've been in) & my ankle so i have to brace them as well, & my wrist is acting up, so i've been wearing that brace today too which means just to go to the library, i will need to have *checks notes* at least five different parts of my body wrapped up!

#technically i think both ankles are sprained #but i legit can't walk on my right w/o a brace & i only have one so #i have an ace bandage maybe i should use that on my other one #at least my shoulder blades hurt less so its easier to type #aster speaks

[stormz369]

If I Were Thin I Still Wouldn't Be Healthy

My dad is replacing my phone for me, which is very nice. But he's only doing it so I'll have one with enough memory for the Fitbit app, which my mom wants me to use. She wants me to use it because she's enjoying it, but she doesn't seem to take into account that my I have an incurable chronic condition that means that I cannot walk for more than a few minutes without intense pain, and that I wake up with pretty bad pain to start off. I've agreed to use it mostly to shut her up, but also a bit because I'm curious about the sleep data it apparently gives you.

The extra bands and charger arrived today, the Fitbit itself will arrive tomorrow supposedly. I haven't even got the phone yet, and won't until some time next week. I specifically asked my mom to hold off on getting the Fitbit until I had the phone and knew that it worked (cause we're getting it from a site that sells floor models and ones where the box was banged up), but fine. It's kind of her to get it for me, and it's kind of my dad to get me the phone. Can't complain.

She also sent me a scale. A smart scale, which you hook up to the Fitbit app and it tells you your BMI, body fat %, metabolic age, and a bunch of other stuff. BMI is a scientifically invalid way of gauging health which P.E. teachers liked to shout out in front of the whole class all throughout my elementary school years.

I was born 10 lb. and some number of ounces. I had no control over that. I've had a thyroid condition that makes it hard for me to lose weight and easy for me to put it on in the first place. I have no control over that either. People, usually doctors, have used my weight to shame me literally since the day I was born, and to shame my mom for the 6 months before that. Why did she think sending me a scale was a good idea? I've had a personal rule for myself since I was 10 years old that I would never own a scale, never use one outside of a doctor's office, so that my own home couldn't be a place where I would be made to feel ashamed for something that I have little control over.

I've worked so hard to love myself, to not feel like a bad person for having a popsicle, or a slice of cake for my birthday. It seems stupid for a scale to shake that, but it did. I've felt judged since this whole conversation started, but now ... Now I can't stop crying. I can't bring myself to tell my mom that I'll never use it, and there's no receipt, so I can't just slyly return it and use the money for something I might actually use.

Stupidly, what's most upsetting is that my mom said a while ago that she had some 'surprises' she was excited to send me. She has access to my various wishlists, so I thought maybe she had picked something from there, as a sort of 'good for you' for finally giving in on the Fitbit thing. I fantasied briefly that maybe she'd get me one of the big ticket items I've been wanting but could never afford myself. Even if she wanted to get me something healthy and not something fun, she could have gotten me a little bike pedal thing off my list (which is only a bit pricier than the scale she got me, I checked, and the scale was blessedly not very expensive), or some ankle and knee braces to make it easier for me to walk without my joints going all screwy. Instead she got me something that isn't on my list, that I don't want, and that is making my heart hurt.

I just want my parents to love me, to not be ashamed of my. But they just seem to care about my health, and the way they act about it makes it feel like they think it's my fault. The only encouragement I get from them is about my physical health, most of it coming at the expense of my mental health. My health continues to deteriorate, and I can't make it stop.

But I mustn't be ungrateful, because they're spending money to help me with my weight. My weight, which I was learning not to be ashamed of. Maybe they'll finally manage to shame me into being a shape they can be proud of, and I can stop feeling like this.

[oflgtfol]

speaking of which actually all my various leg pains have also been going away slightly like my hips havent been bothering me as much, i havent had to wear my brace in a few days, i aggravated it today since i was walking around a lot without it and i’ll probably need it again once spring break ends and im back at school, but otherwise for now i actually barely feel any hip pain. and my knee pain had returned a few weeks ago but that also is barely there again. and even my ankles feel better!!!

#SO EXCITED im not hobbling around anymore #like theres still pain but im not like. outright limping over it anymore #i mean i started to a bit today but that was a combination of walking a lot without my brace + the cold #brot posts

[boqvistsbabe]

Just a daily reminder that Adam Boqvist is a beautiful man

#Adam Boqvist #sam speaks into the mcfuckin void #I’m bored #and at practice #going without my knee brace and my ankle brace today #cause I can’t wear them during the show #so pain #yeet #my husband

[uncouth-the-fifth]

congrats on the new followers! what about 108 + 126 with dami and wife!reader?

108. "If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you come over I'm bending you over the bed," and 126. "Y-you're not...w-wearing anything under that, are you?" with Damian Wayne.

ty! i feel like damian would marry someone able to keep up with his sass while throwing some of their own back at him, so a bit of a bratty reader for you <3 i also exposed my slight daddy kink so don’t hate me 🔫

You were trying to goad him. Unfortunately for Damian's ego, it was working.

He watched you twist around in front of the mirror, enjoying the shape of your figure in your new clothes. It'd taken hours of convincing (and a couple threats), but Damian finally coaxed you to let him take you on a shopping trip. Wayne Enterprises had granted him a raise for work that was completely his own. The only way Damian wanted to celebrate was by spoiling another thing that completely belonged to him. He'd worked hard to be his own man in the past few years, and today he'd seen the fruits of his labor. His beautiful wife was happy because of something he'd orchestrated. Damian's reputation was great, and not because of his name or his titles. He lounged by the fireplace in your bedroom, twice as smug as usual.

"Really, Damian, thank you," you told him, sounding bashful. "You could've spent that money on anything, but you spent it on me."

He watched you slip out of one of the party dresses you'd picked out for yourself, the light of the fire throwing soft shadows along your nude body. Damian openly stared, but without (much) sexual intent - just pride. Pride and love. This was his wife, and she enchanted him with every step. You pulled the fabric around your hips until it dropped around your ankles, and Damian's cock twitched in his pants.

He clicked his tongue. "TT." Damian lifted the rim of his teacup to his lips, rumbling, "You needed clothes."

To seduce me with, Damian thought, eyes wandering. You found something comfy to change into and hopped into it right in front of Damian, snugly snapping the waistband of some sweatpants around your middle and dropping a loose shirt over your nude chest. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, and you turned back to him with a smile.

“I was thinking about running to pick up some stuff for a night in. Popcorn, desert, that kind of thing.” You danced around the back of his chair and draped your arms over his shoulders, kissing sweetly at the side of his face. “Maybe we could watch a movie together.”

Damian pressed his lips together, eyes squinted with displeasure. “Now?” He grunted.

“Yes, now, Damian.”

You released him to perch on the arm of his chair, making it all too easy for Damian to hook an arm around your waist and drop you down into his lap. A deeper warmth blazed across your face at his blatantly possessive scowl. “But you’re not wearing anything under that.”

“Oh, c’mon,” you roll your eyes, “it’s hot out and who’s really going to see? Some cashier who won’t give me a second glance?”

Damian set down his cup and flushed his hands around your ribs, mapping upward and brushing your breasts beneath the fabric. You were pulled into his body until his chest was snug against your back, dropping a gasp from your lips.

Petulantly, Damian dragged his mouth down your neck and mumbled, “Someone other than me. That is who will see.”

He didn’t actually mean it. Damian, after years of years of being treated like an object himself, was well aware that you both were entitled to control of your bodies. He was playing, which made it even cuter. The whole “you belong to me thing” was sexy, and was made sexier when it was something you could both flick on and off at will. At the moment... you did not want him to shut it off. You wanted to be his, wanted him to take you.

To tease him, you set your hands on the armrests and started to push out of his hold. Damian let you, but if his hands didn’t pull you back, the power in his voice certainly did. 

“If you try to leave the house in those clothes,” he warned, “I’m throwing you on the bed and bending you over my knee.”

“Ooh,” you fake-shivered, “I’m so scared—”

In an instant, Damian’s hips were thrust forward into your ass, and your wrists were snapped together and pulled closer to him in one harsh tug. You yelped in strained surprise, which Damian met with a smooth chuckle.

“Hmm,” he purred. “It appears all the coddling I’ve done today has made you bratty, Mrs. Wayne. I think I’ll give you a spanking either way, if you plan to be in such an indulgent mood. Are you going to test me further, Y/N?”

You glared at him, but holding in your excitement was too hard. A grin pinched your cheeks. “Kiss my ass, Damian—”

Twice as fast as before, you were whipped onto your belly and your sweatpants were torn down your legs, exposing your ass once more to the humid air. His hand viciously struck your left cheek, and the dual sensation of the sting and your pussy throbbing wrenched a whine from your throat. Being pushed across his thighs like that had shoved your shirt up and over your tits. Volcanic lust burned deep in your gut - in less than a second, he’d ripped back the curtain to reveal the slut beneath. You struggle to balance, recklessly bracing your palms on the floor. The slap on its own was orgasmic, but coupled with Damian’s anger and the debauched scene - your pliant body greedily lapping up his punishments - you were effectively soaked.

Like this was every other day for him, Damian leaned over you and took a refined sip of his tea.

“I hate you,” you mewled.

Damian snorted. “That wedding ring on your finger tells me otherwise. Now, count to ten. Naughty girls get ten spankings.”

His voice dripped with blistering enjoyment, and you knew that the villainous delight Damian was spending on you now was the last sadism from his assassin days. Damian wasn’t evil anymore, but this was the one time of day where your heart would skip a beat on the subject - if there was ever a moment he’d start plotting to take over the world, it was probably this one. Needless to say, it was fucking delectable.

“Ready?” He purred.

You closed your eyes, snapped your teeth around the bunched fabric of your own shirt, and nodded your head - probably with hearts blazing in your vision.

Damian reeled back his hand and delivered a blow worthy of a world-class assassin. You felt your own ass jiggle, literally jiggle, from the weight of the hit. You poured a shuddering shout into your homemade gag, “O-One!”

Again and again, Damian rounded on you. He’d punished you enough times to perfect the process, so his hits were periodic, but with enough time in between to let you gather your bearings, and yet still short enough to make your ass burn just how you adored. You sent a mental thank you to whoever had given him that beautiful brain, because Damian was quick to deduce what you wanted. If the sound you made was a little too soft, the next slap would come harder, ringing through the room in loud, solid notes. His hand must sting. He must like it, since he kept going with such revelry.

After the tenth, your toes were curled in and wounded tightly to your under-thighs, which were crossed, desperately clenching for any stimulation you could get. Delighted tears slipped from your eyes. Finally, you spat out your shirt and said with aching lips, “D-do you forgive me, daddy?”

Another vicious slap, this time on the left. Damian’s voice was sharp. “What did I tell you about calling me that, pet? Go on. Tell me precisely what I said.”

“I-if I called you that... I...” you squeezed your eyes shut, “m’ only supposed to say it when I really want to be fucked... when I want you ‘t make me forget my own name...n’ I do.” You sucked in a breath, “I took my spankings so well, Damian... please?”

He sipped his tea. He thought on it, turning the idea around in his mind. You could feel his thumb stroking your behind, no doubt admiring how red it was because of him.

“Ten more,” Damian said, his smile downright crocodilian, “and perhaps I’ll consider it.”

#damian wayne smut #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader smut #dc smut #dc comics #dc comics smut #dc #robin smut #robin #user uncouth

[missluckycharms]

can you do a imagine where y/n plays volleyball and she gets hurt and h take care of her?

A/N: hiii! I hope you like this! I also had to look up some details about volleyball as it’s not really that commonly played here in Ireland, if I say something wrong pls ignore it I tried my best. The vaccine is kicking my ass rn, I got my second dose so if this sucks and there’s mistakes pls ignore that also 😭 Enjoy !!

This is college!Harry and Y/N I hope you don’t mind !!

Warnings: talks of smut, strong language and Harry being a sarcastic loveable asshole.

Today was not Y/N day.

First of all, she woke up late, giving her only twenty minutes to get ready and make her way to college, which is usually a thirty minute drive without traffic. She was like a lightening bolt running through her apartment, falling over Harry’s shoes that were just abandoned around her room and trying to find any clean clothes as Harry came over last night and as usual, he distracted her from doing what she needed to do, which was her laundry.

He was asleep while she did all this, her small huffs and puffs picking up his shoes and throwing them into the corner didn’t even cause the lazy log in the bed to move once, his body tucked up under the covers as his face smushed against her purple sheets as he let out small snores, she looked at him and silently wished that was her. She was lucky she packed her gym bag last night before he arrived over, all of her clothes, her ankle braces, her knee pads and her favourite trainers she wears for games all packed into her bag and all she needed to do was pick it up and throw it into the trunk of her car along with her book bag.

She kissed Harry’s forehead and again, he did not even move, he may of given out a slight hum for a grumbled word but Y/N didn’t have time to contemplate what he said, she was rushing out the door wearing clothes that were probably Harry’s as the joggers were nearly falling off her as she ran. She didn’t care though, she needed to be in her first lecture or her grades would go down. She made it to campus with only thirty seconds to spare, she doesn’t know how she wasn’t pulled over for driving faster than the speed limit when she saw the campus come into view. Her body ran through the halls, dodging anyone in her way as she dragged herself to the lecture hall where her professor was probably already starting lesson, his usual morning introduction as everyone set up their laptops or notepads for the hour lecture ahead.

She got a disapproving look from her professor when she slide into a row, flopping down onto the seat and apologising as she rummaged through her bag looking for her laptop. Her professor was already going over what they would be covering today when she realised she doesn’t have her laptop. Then she remembered where it is, it’s in her apartment in the bathroom.

Harry insisted they had a bath last night to relax her after she took some exams in college that day, the pair were soaked under the bubble filled hot water with her laptop propped up on the sink playing a show on Netflix as they relaxed and spoke about their day. She grabbed her notebook and pen and immediately began to scribble down the notes she would have to transfer onto her laptop tonight, if Harry doesn’t distract her again. She knows he might not, he has classes of his own today, his starting later than hers and his classes only being on four days a week instead of five like Y/N, yesterday was his day off, hence why he was being a needy little shit and clinging to Y/N like his lifeline until they fell asleep.

The day dragged out for Y/N, her usual one hour classes feeling like four hours, her notes taking for ages to write up as she tried to keep up with what was being displayed on the board, her lunchtime consisting of her bumming off her friend for a few dollars to get something to eat as she left her purse at home, her friend didn’t mind but she felt awful for asking. When the day finally ended she was relieved, all she wanted to do was get into the gymnasium and play some volleyball with her team to get all the anger she felt today, she was not having a good day and the only things that can help her with that is Harry or volleyball, and because she had training today over their at home game being played next week, she was relieved she could get some stress reliving in before going back to her place where she knows Harry will be — he hates his own apartment as he shares, Y/N only having a one bedroom one that she snagged and Harry being left with a flat thats shared between four people, there’s no privacy there, none.

“You’ve been tense all day, is everything okay?” Abbie, Y/N best friend asks as they begin their warm ups, the two sat on the floor side by side as the stretch their legs and arms getting warmed up for practice.

“Today wasn’t my day, woke up late, forgot my laptop and purse and now I have to go home and type up nearly fifty pages of notes onto my laptop — Who’s idea was it for me to study Biochemistry?” She laughs out, stretching her arms behind her head as Abbie follows suit, the pair watching as the coach shows them what to do, the pair sat at the back to avoid being yelled at for talking.

“I think that was your idea, I certainly didn’t force you to do that. If it helps, environmental studies isn’t easier, I swear I’m constantly writing up lab reports and giving presentations each week” Abbie rolls her eyes, the pair now doing lunges as they continue to chat.

“Shit! I have a presentation next week, I totally forgot” Y/N groans, squeezing her eyes in frustration as she hasn’t even started yet, her mind immediately going to how she has to type up the whole presentation while probably having Harry hang out of her. Harry is studying sports science, in hopes to one day set up his own personal training business. They usually have study sessions together as Harry has just as much work as Y/N, but Harry isn’t as much as a perfectionist as Y/N, he’ll slap together a presentation and call it a night while she has to make it look pretty and aesthetically pleasing.

After a fifteen minute warm up, the girls are already playing a mini match for practice, six players per team, Y/N being up nearest to the net with three other girls. She’s been named as one of the teams best scorers, her jumps are high and her force hitting the ball is something that scares opposing teams when they play competitions. She’s been on the college team for nearly two years now, her whole college course is five years long — she’s aiming for a bachelors degree in Biochemistry, she’s so happy she has something else to do while in here, she knows she would of went crazy if she didn’t have something to calm her down.

They play three games, Y/N’s team wining the first game and the teams tying on the last game due to the positions being switched and she was put to the back to give other players the chance to spike the ball up. She’s back up front on the third game, her body now rested from the small water break they were given in between the games, her body full of adrenaline and ready to play. The game is playing out as usual, Y/N jumping and spiking the ball up and over the net with the help of her team mates, the other team just as good as them as they all battle it out on the court. In the last two minutes is when it all goes downhill, Y/N jumps up to spike the ball, when she lands, she wobbles and falls over, her ankle rolling as she cries out in pain on the court, the coach blowing the whistle to stop the game as everyone rushes around her.

She tries to stand up, she falls back down again, Abbie and another girl holding her up as she shuts her eyes in pain. The coach takes off her ankle brace and sock with her permission, she’s now sitting on the bench as her ankle is iced and checked over by the coach, Abbie helping Y/N by refilling her water bottle when needed, her ankle now propped up on a chair with ice on it as the rest of the team begins their warm downs.

“It’s definitely sprained” Abbie says looking under the ice at her ankle, Y/N wincing when Abbie presses down lightly, jumping when she lets out a small cry.

“Yep, definitely sprained” she says putting the ice back on and sitting down next to her friend as they both laugh a little, the pain easing off with the ice as Abbie distracts her with stories and jokes.

“Y/N, do you have anyone to take you home?” The coach asks, allowing the rest to leave as Abbie stays seated with Y/N.

“I’ll call my boyfriend, thank you for your help” she says as the coach pats her on the back, telling her she can take all the time she needs off while also still being allowed to attend the games to support. She’s devastated about it, but at least she can support her team from the sidelines.

“What happened?” Harry asks running out of his car, the door slamming as Abbie wheels Y/N out in wheelchair given to them by the coach from the injury room.

“Fucked my ankle, doesn’t surprise me honestly, today wasn’t a good day” she sighs s Harry laughs a little, helping her out of the wheelchair and guiding her towards his car that’s parked only three steps away.

“You’re okay now, let’s get you home and rested, yeah?” He says laying her down on the back seat, picking her leg up and resting it on the seat as she winches in pain a little as she adjusts herself on the seat.

“Thanks for all your help, I’ll have Niall come and pick her car up later” Harry says to Abbie, closing the back door and smiling at the girl who’s waving in at her best friend who’s mortified in the back of the car, laughing masking the pain she’s feeling.

“If you both need anything give me a call” she says as Harry nods waving her off as he sits into the car, turning around to look at his girlfriend who’s looking back at him holding in her laugh.

“Only you” he shakes his head laughing as Y/N lets out a loud cackle, knowing he’s right, only her would end up fucking up her ankle even with a brace on it, it’s defiantly a Y/N thing to do.

The car ride home is filled with laughing and a few sing songs as Harry tries to distract her from the pain. He helps her into her apartment by carrying her bridal style up the flight of stairs and placing her down onto the sofa, propping her leg up on the coffee table, raising her ankle up on a pillow as he races to the freezer to find something to put on the injury.

“Okay, all you’ve got is frozen peas” he says placing the green packet down onto her ankle, the picture of peas hilarious as it rests on her skin, the swelling gone down since the gymnasium which is good, as Harry says.

“I’ll run to the store to get you some bandages soon, right now, you need some tea, the sugar will help with the shock you got” he says immediately snapping into Mum mode with her, Y/N smiling at Harry in the kitchen behind her, her head turning and resting on the back of the sofa as she watches him saunter around her kitchen.

“Do you have any homework you need completing? I got all mine done in library period we had today, I’m free to do yours if you have any” he says fiddling with the kettle and switching it on, placing a tea bag into her favourite purple polka dot mug.

“I have to transfer handwritten notes onto my laptop, I can do that” she says as Harry turns around, waiting for the kettle to boil as he looks at her.

“Nope, I’m doing that for you, you need rest! I’m here to help you, I’ll be your nurse” he says turning back around to pour the boiling water into the mug.

“I’m fine Harry, it’s just a small sprain” she fights back, Harry shaking his head as he walks in with her mug filled with warm tea, passing it to her as he sits next to her wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa.

“I’m not leaving you here alone, if you fall what will you do? Get up and walk?” He says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes laughing, resting her head back on his arm as they begin watching the TV before them.

“Also, I expect the same in return if I ever get hurt” he jokes as she slaps his arm playfully, laughing loudly as Harry wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“You’re on top for the next few weeks Styles” she says sipping on her tea as Harry laughs, reaching over to kiss her check.

“I’m always on top, darling” he whispers to her as she pulls back looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Babe, please can you be on top? I had a leg cramp this morning and it might come back” she says lowly, imitating Harry and his deep British accent as he looks at her rolling his eyes.

“I don’t sound like that” he says taking her mug from her and sipping a little from her tea as she takes it back off him with a loud groan at what he just did — he always does it to annoy her, or he’ll dip some biscuits into her tea when she’s not looking.

“Oh yeah, must be what my other boyfriend sounds like” she says riling him up, his head turning to her as she looks at the TV screen laughing behind the rim of her mug.

“You’re lucky you’re injured m’love, if you weren’t you would be over my shoulder and thrown down onto your bed and I’d show you who’s your boyfriend, or daddy as you like” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she groans into her tea.

“It was one time! I said it by accident!” She shouts, turning bright red as Harry laughs loudly, kissing her cheek as she pouts looking down at her mug.

“You know I liked it, it’s okay baby” he says resting her head on his shoulder as she cuddles into him, her empty mug on her lap as she pulls the blanket down from the back of the sofa, placing her empty mug on the floor and throwing the blanket over them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” she says feeling sleepy, her day catching up on her as Harry helps her nurse her injury, his hands fixing the frozen peas on her ankle if they move a little.

“You’d probably break your neck or something” Harry says as she groans looking up at him, his dimples popping out as he laughs at his own joke.

“I’m being nice!” She says as he bends down to peck her lips, their smiles against one another lips as they pull away looking at one another.

“I know m’baby, I don’t know what you’d do without me either!” He says sighing in contentment as she rolls her eyes squishing her face into his chest.

“Harry!”

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[perplexingluciddreams]

Had another appointment today with the doctors over video. It went well, I feel like things are finally starting to happen.

They were also really great about asking the right questions without taking too long in the appointment. I do have very bad fatigue and symptoms (PEM - post exertional malaise) always after appointments, but in order to get the support I need, it is necessary.

The things we (my dad and I- my dad did the talking for me today instead of my mum) discussed with the doctors were:

Loss of speech and fine motor control, is it autistic catatonia? They said they would speak to a psychiatrist about it and see if I can get an appointment with her to discuss further. Also the “freezing” or “getting stuck” and I’ve had some motor tics recently which may all be connected.

We talked about the new medication (gabapentin) and we’re still upping the dose slowly, I’ve not had any negative side-effects at all so that’s really positive (especially with my history of how I react to medication).

My partially dislocated thumb joint, and how painful it is.

Overall pain levels and worsening health, weakness, pain, etc.

Hypermobility and how it can cause stiffness and muscle pain- when stabilising muscles are weak, active/movement muscles may reflexively be triggered to contract. I believe some (not all) of my muscle pain is due to this. Especially with my level of inactivity due to being mostly bedbound.

But I also asked about getting more “structured support”, for example postural support for sitting, braces for walking - my ankle and knee joints have been incredibly unstable for a long time and I’ve been saying for ages that leg braces (like AFOs or something similar) would help me so much. They took that into account and made a note of it.

We also bought some aids for around the house to help me move around more safely. So far we have two suction handles for the bath, and we have ordered a pressure cushion (for less pressure and pain when spending long periods sat - propped up - in bed without moving), a frame with handles for around the toilet, and we’re trying to find a suitable bed-rail-support-handle-thingy to help me safely get in and out of bed without sliding onto the floor or hurting myself.

The amazing doctors (well, doctor and nurse- from psychology/psychiatry- they’re basically being a liaison for us with every part of my care team) said they’d been in touch with my main doctor (rheumatologist) who has spoken to an occupational therapist who should call us very soon to work out more aids and supports for around the house especially.

Dysphoria and how it’s very difficult never knowing if my health is going to be good enough to transition.

Overall I’m very happy with the result of this appointment. Things seem like they’re actually getting going, finally! Of course not everything is ideal, especially with the inaccessible house and my desperate need for a powerchair that I’m going to have to wait a long time for (and my still rapidly worsening health), but I’m feeling much more hopeful knowing that small things are going to happen that will make a slight difference to my quality of life.

((I also used my AAC device in the appointment and I am proud of myself because I think I communicated very well)) :D

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