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rimunagenius · 10 days

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Bear.

ʚ paring: Kate Martin x reader

ʚ word count: 877

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , otherwise none.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: here’s the first one shot to the series ‘And They Were Roommates’. thought i should post this while part 4 of the series is being written…This is how Kate got her nickname ‘bear’. Hope you like it!!

One Shot

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The sound of your keys jingling, as you tried and failed to stifle any extra unnecessary sounds due to your pounding headache, made the pain ten times worse. The soft clicking of the lock even made you feel pain all the way in your ears.

You had test after test, shift after shift, and you just couldn’t wait to get home. The migraine coming on the second your second test today had started. You had fought tears all day long, your eyes burning from the resistance.

Finals week was no joke for a working college student. You had to study in between breaks and shifts at your different jobs. During any off time while the woman’s basketball team was practicing.

Finally kicking your shoes off in the middle of the living room, reminding yourself to pick them up after when ever you decide to get up so Kate won’t have to.

You don’t know how long you’d been there, lying on your couch. The relentless pain after you took the max limit of painkillers, and your migraine still wouldn’t go away. Fighting and resisting the urge to cry it out all day, in fear of being judged and the pain multiplying, you couldn’t take it. You just cried.

You were laying on your back, staring at the one spot on the ceiling you and Kate seemed to stare at whenever you were struggling while on the couch, and just cried.

You couldn’t even stop when Kate had walked through the door. “Hey, I was thinking I could make spaghetti for dinner tonight, something eas—you okay?” The concerned look on her face you couldn’t see as your vision was blurred through the actively falling tears.

At this point, you hadn’t realized you were still crying. Your head pounding so hard you couldn’t even feel them anymore. “Hey, sunshine? Are you okay?” Kate approached slowly, crouching down next to you. She moved hair out of your face, you instantly leaning into her touch.

“My head hurts…so fucking bad. I can’t…make it stop.” You talked quietly, in fear of hearing your own voice will make the pain worse.

Kate wiped the tears that were still falling, knowing how tough this week had been on you. That’s why she kicked off her shoes, removed her phone and keys from her pocket, placing them gently down on the coffee table behind her, and pushed the upper half of your body off the couch so she could slide in ride under you.

She gave you time to turn your body around, so you were laying flat on her chest, resting on your stomach. She rubbed her hands up and down your back, pushing your hair behind your ears, occasionally wiping more tears that fell down your face.

“You’ll be okay. I’m here.” She cooed as you just continued to lay there. “I’m sorry you had a rough day.” It was her turn to stare at the spot on the ceiling while you two just layed there, her providing whatever comfort she could.

“Spaghetti sounds nice.” You whispered, blinking so you could atleast see out of your eyes. “I’m starving.”

“That’s probably why your head hurts, sunshine. When’s the last time you ate anything?” You now realized that skipping dinner last night and opting to not eat anything all day today, mixed with your lack of water intake over the last two days, and little to no sleep because of studying, was a horrible idea. You were just so busy and stressed you said you’d get to it and you didn’t.

“I don’t remember.” You whispered back, resting your chin on her chest, so you could look at her. Her eyes softened and she rubbed your back.

“Alright, i’ll make dinner when your ready, sound good?” You nodded softly, giving her a grateful small smile.

“Thank you, Kate. You’re the best friend on this god forsaken planet.” You wrapped your arms around her, atleast what you could since you were on top of her on the couch.

“Your welcome. I’ll always be here.” She hugged you back, her arms firm yet so comforting. She was warm, soft, and so gentle. A stark contrast from what she looked like when she was playing basketball. Who knew the tough and rough Kate Martin could be such a sweetheart.

“Your oddly soft. Who would’ve thought?” You hummed softly, a sudden wave of drowsiness hitting you like a truck.

“What?” The blonde chuckled, adjusting her arms on your body.

“I said, your soft…and cuddly. Almost like a teddy bear. Makes me feel safe, and warm. And sleepy.” You mumbled, half yawning while your voice started to grow quieter; sleep slowly making you succumb to it.

“Thank you?” Kate didn’t know what to say, all she knew is it was the nicest compliment she’s ever gotten. You liked her hugs and she made you feel safe.

“My own personal teddy bear.”

“Okay, get some rest, sunshine. You need it. I love you.” Kate stroked your head while you snuggled in closer.

“I love you, bear.”

You both stayed right there. Eventually taking a nap. It called for a late dinner, but neither of you cared. Just too comfortable and safe to care.

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 9 months

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Pairing : Seo Changbin x F!Reader TW : reader suffers from migraines ; arguments ; i'm gonna make this one absolutely vicious, i love writing arguments ; angst of course as usual ; Word Count : 2.6k Request : @kurolils : I'll try not to give a lot of details cause it's your story not mine but I was thinking of something angsty (ofc wtf) with changbin (ofc wtf) , like the reader and him got into a really bad argument (you can decide the plot of that) and she has really bad migraines (I'm relating here) so when they're mad at each other, she doesn't want to be pushy pr clingy so she doesn't say anything to him but when the migraine gets like really bad, she calls him :) AN : migraines are so fricking bad and I hope yours don't affect you too badly :'( BUT! It definitely isn't abusive to send in another request, send in all the requests you want!!! I love it! I love your ideas! And Binnie definitely needs more attention in my ask box (and in my masterlist)!

Here comes another one, you thought to yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to mentally ward off the sudden throbbing in your head, pinging right behind your eye. Just one more hour until you could get off work and go home, and then you’d see your boyfriend who always managed to make you feel better… Although you weren’t sure if the migraine actually went away or if his presence alone was enough to have you forgetting that it was there in the first place.

“Is it bothering you again?” Your coworker asked, leaning across the counter that you had been slouched over, trying to block out anything that would only add to the pain in your head. You simply grunted in agreement, not daring to lift your head, worried that the bright fluorescent lights would only trigger the migraine to start full force once again. “It’s dead here today, you can go home if you want. I’m sure the last thing you want to deal with are customers.”

He was right, the store was always dead at the beginning of the week, and you hated being scheduled those days. “You’re sure you’ll be okay?” You asked, your head still buried in your arms. He hummed softly in agreement, gently patting your shoulder before making his way around to the back of the counter to take your spot. “Thanks… I’ll cover one of your shifts if you ever need me to.” You said as quietly as possible, worried that your own voice meeting your ears would only worsen the throbbing in your head.

“Don’t worry about that, just text me when you get home so I know you made it there okay.” And you nodded to his words, pulling your sunglasses out of your bag and placing them on before walking out of the store. He was always so nice, he looked out for you, and in a way, he reminded you a lot of your boyfriend, that’s why it was so easy to get so close to him. You’d have to remember to thank him when you got home, but all that was on your mind right now was the pleasant thought of going home, closing all the blinds, and waiting that extra hour for Changbin to get home so you could cuddle up next to him.

You hadn’t realized that you had fallen asleep on the couch, but you were actually quite happy that you did. By the time Changbin walked through the front door and your eyes slowly opened, it felt like you were in the clear, the banging pain in your head had all but completely subsided. “You’re home early.” Changbin commented, noticing that all the windows had been practically blacked out by the shutters and the shades, he knew what it meant, and he kept his voice as low as possible as he kicked off his shoes and walked over to the couch where you were laying. “Did it get bad again?”

Slowly nodding your head, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position and stretched, ready to make room for Changbin to scoot in beside you. “Jaemin saw that I was hurting and he said I could go home… Oh… Shit, I have to text him to thank him.” You muttered, pulling your phone out and unlocking it, so focused on sending out the text that you didn’t even hear Changbins sigh of annoyance. “Did you want to order something to eat and watch a movie or something?” You asked after sending out the text, placing your phone down on the coffee table and scooting over.

“Why don’t you just ask Jaemin to come over and watch the movie with you.” Changbin mumbled, eyeing the spot that you made beside yourself for him to sit in before dropping down into the recliner behind him. “He can even take you out to a fancy dinner or something.” The thumping in your head was slowly returning, accompanied by the pounding of your heart that you could hear in your ears, although you weren’t sure if it was racing because you were upset or because you were angry.

Changbin had never made such accusations before, and while he hadn’t flat out accused you of such a thing, you could read into his words and his tone and you knew exactly what he meant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just being ridiculous.” You muttered, deciding to stretch out on the couch once more since he was being that way. “Do you want to order dinner or not?” You asked, not even bothering to open your eyes as you asked the question.

“I don’t know, maybe we should ask Jaemin what he wants just in case he comes over to check on you.” Changbin snidely retorted and your eyes rolled behind your eyelids as you let out a small huff of air through your nose. “Or maybe… maybe I should just go back to the dorms and you and Jaemin can enjoy a nice little dinner in my house watching my TV.” He sounded so cocky and truthfully it was disgusting, and it made your head hurt worse.

“I’d argue with you, I’d give you that satisfaction if my head wasn’t already pounding… But you knew that when you came in and you continue to bicker. So maybe you should leave, or maybe I should leave. Clearly you’ve got some shit going on, and truthfully, I can’t fucking handle it right now.” You snapped, taking a deep breath and sinking deeper into the cushions of the sofa, waiting to hear the sound of the recliner moving back into place when Changbin got up, but it was silent. Was he just going to sit there and continue the foolish argument until your head felt like it was going to explode?

The short answer… Yes. Yes he would. “If I leave you’ll just have him come over… And if you leave, you’ll just run to him. Either way you and him are getting exactly what you want, right? Why string me along if he’s so much better? Huh?” You honestly didn’t know where this was coming from, but the more he assumed, the angrier you got.

“You know what? It’s fucking bullshit that you come in here, pretending to give a shit about me, saying shit like… like people at my work should be more understanding of what I go through… And then when there’s one fucking employee who does notice, who does understand, you jump to these batshit insane conclusions that couldn’t be further from the truth. Nothing will make you happy! My head hurts enough already, and then trying to think of ways to fucking please you only makes it hurt worse. So if you’re going to just keep coming at me, I’d rather you not… Or at least wait until I can take another ibuprofen and my headache clears up enough to handle more of your bullshit.” You snapped, your voice cracking as your throat closed up. You were on the verge of tears, although it wasn’t from being upset, it was from being angry and in pain and you just wanted to sleep it all away.

“You know what, I’ll just go.” Changbins hands flew up in the air before slapping down against his lap as he pushed himself up to his feet. “Make sure Jaemin takes his shoes off before he walks on my carpet though.” He always had to have that last word, the last jab of the knife. If you had the energy, you would have flipped him off, but you were just exhausted. You didn’t have the energy to fight, you didn’t even want to fight, he had started it. It wasn’t until you heard the front door slam shut that you finally let yourself cry, but even that was tiresome, and you ended up just crying yourself to sleep.

You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed, but you were happy to see that the sun had finally set, unless it was in the wee hours of the morning and it was just about to rise. That happiness quickly died when you remembered what had happened right before you fell asleep, the sudden lonely feeling and the feeling of emptiness shrouding you like a cloak as you looked around the empty apartment.

At the moment, it didn’t matter though. You knew that he was okay, he was probably at the dorms with the guys having a great time to get his mind off of what he thought was going on. Meanwhile, you still hadn’t eaten and your stomach was now growling at you to feed it. You could get through the rest of the night without him, maybe it was for the best if you both had some distance from each other as much as you hated it.

You thought you’d be okay, you were okay, you had made it to the kitchen, you had gotten the food out of the fridge, you had managed to even start preparing it, but then, as if from out of the dark, it kicked in again. This time it was worse, or maybe it just felt worse because everything else that was going on. It truly felt like your head had been slammed into a brick wall and your vision became blurry and you felt sick and everything was just awful and you couldn’t help but cry as you dropped down to the kitchen floor, your knees curling against your chest, your hand fumbling for your phone in your pocket as you called the only person you knew could help.

“Look, I said that I’d leave. You said you wanted space. I don’t want to argue, I think we should just talk about this-”

“B-Binnie…” You whimpered, sniffling loudly as your body trembled, trying not to throw up, trying so hard to not focus on the pain, but trying not to focus only made it hurt worse. His end was quiet though, aside from the distant murmuring of some of the guys, although you couldn’t make it out, especially considering you were breathing so heavily from crying, the only thing you could really hear was your own whimpers and sobs. “Please come home…”

The sound of a car door, and then the revving of an engine. “I’m coming, sweetheart, just stay where you’re at. Where are you right now? What were you doing?” It was the Binnie that you knew and loved speaking right now, but it was so different from the Changbin that had sat across from you in the living room just a little while ago. Right now you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, you simply needed him there with you, his voice soft and sweet as he talked you through the pain.

“Kitchen… I… I was hungry…” You stammered, and then you hiccuped, the sudden jolt seemingly shifting your stomach and causing you to retch. “S-Sorry…” You whispered, and you heard Changbin sigh softly, although you weren’t sure if it sounded that way because he pulled his phone away or if he was just trying to be quiet because he knew what was going on.

“I’ll be home shortly, and then I’ll order us something to eat. You remember what we talked about the last time this happened and I wasn’t there? You remember what I told you to do?” He was trying his best to keep your mind off of the ache, and it was working in a way, your mind now trying to clear the fog to think about what you’d do if this happened while he was on tour. He’d sit on the phone with you for hours, and if he was in the middle of a show while it happened, he had set up his voicemail just for you so you could listen to his voice to help you a little bit until he could call you back. “Just listen to me talk and…-”

“And take deep breaths…” You sputtered out, your breaths coming a little bit too quickly right now which wasn’t helping in the nausea department. “Count to ten…” You continued, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could as you tried to visualize the numbers popping up in your head while listening to him talk. He wasn’t really talking about anything in particular, his voice was just something for you to focus on, something to calm you in a way.

It wasn’t long… or maybe it was… until Changbin came walking through the front door. The entire apartment was pitch black, but he knew that flicking on any lights would only make things worse, so he used his phone screen to shine a light across the floor until he made it to the kitchen where you were still sitting curled up against the cabinets. “Did you take your medicine today?” He asked as he squatted down on the floor next to you, his hand wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead that you didn’t even notice had built up.

Your medicine, which you often forgot to take, especially when you were in a hurry, had just now crossed your mind now that Changbin had brought it up. “No…” You mumbled sheepishly, and he tsked his tongue, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it right now. Instead, he helped you to your feet, but once you were on them, he gently lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom and then carefully laying you down.

“I don’t want you to take it now… You have to take it in the morning…” He whispered, and although the room was dark, you could tell he wasn’t looking at you because you couldn’t see the moon reflected in the whites of his eyes. “I’m sorry… For the way I acted. It was uncalled for, and I got jealous… Stupidly jealous. I just… I don’t like the idea of another guy taking care of you. It kind of pisses me off…”

“Kind of?” You questioned, and you would have laughed if the situation didn’t feel so serious. “You walked out on me… That hurt, Binnie…” You softly explained as shortly as possible. “I’d like to think that I make it perfectly clear that I love you… Only you… You’re the only person I want to take care of me…” You reached out in the darkness, your hand brushing along his back where you could feel the outline of his muscles that you mapped with your fingertips.

“You do… You do.” He repeated himself, running his hands over his face, and you felt him shiver slightly from your touch. “I know you love me… I know you feel that way… I just… I want to be the only person that takes care of you, the only person who looks out for you. Sometimes I feel like… Like since I’m gone so much… You’ll find someone else to take care of you like I should.”

“Bin…” You sighed out his name, pushing yourself up onto your knees and draping your arms over his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck and placing light kisses against his skin. “I don’t want anyone else to take care of me… You’re the only person that can calm me, that can soothe me. You’re the only one that can ever make me feel better. I don’t want anyone but you.” His silence let you know that he was thinking, and you didn’t want him thinking anything bad, so you pulled him to lay down, laying on top of him to trap him-although you knew he could move you if he wanted to-and pulling the blanket up around the both of you.

“I’ll do better… I’ll be better…” He whispered, his fingers dancing along the small of your back. “I’m sorry I upset you… I’m so sorry, sweetheart…” He apologized again, placing a kiss to the top of your head before settling into his pillow again. “I’m not leaving again, I’ll stay right here with you, forever and ever.”

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sarahpaulsonsoftie · 7 months

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Uncertainty

Platonic! Marilyn X reader x Larissa

A/N: Hey guys, ive been struggling a little bit with my mental health so wrote this fic as a vent. This is unedited.

Info- Reader begins to act out because they are struggling with their mental health.

You weren’t sure exactly when you started feeling like it. Not sure when the feeling manifested into acting out. Not sure exactly when everything felt like it was a constant fight, not sure when every criticism became a personal attack, not sure. Not sure. Not sure.

Fuck. It feels like every fiber of your being was uncertain and the only thing you know what want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep. However, this task was always difficult as you studied at a boarding school. After every trip to Principal Weems’ office, you could feel her patience growing thinner and her irritation growing more and more.

Sighing, you walked through the halls half an hour late to your lesson, Botany, Ms. Thornhill had warned the class a day previous telling you all that her lesson would be under review by Principal Weems.

You get to the door of the classroom, you check your watch, only 40 minutes left of the class, you could do that. Gently you push the door open, and all eyes are suddenly on you. You see Miss Thornhill frowning and your stomach drops, Principal Weems’ face displays irritation as she stares down at you.

“Sorry I’m late.” You mutter and step closer to one of the empty seats. The class is silent, and it’s obvious you interrupted mid-sentence.

“I don’t think so.” Larissa states and steps in front of the seat you had tried to sit down in. She stares at you, a clear irritation on her face. “Go back outside and wait until I deal with you. You have no right to interrupt other learners’ education.”

You bite the inside of your cheek but don’t move from your spot. Larissa’s glare hardens as you shake your head. “No. I can just sit down. I’m not interrupting anyone.” You mutter quietly.

Marilyn’s continues to frown but she doesn’t continue her lesson. Instead, she moves to the front of the class and tries to draw their attention.

“You’re not interrupting anyone?” Larissa scoffs and steps closer to you, trying to make you leave the class. “Then what have you been doing for the past month? You have been skipping classes, arguing with teachers, and in all honestly, causing me a constant migraine.”

You shake your head, anger now bubbling as you step back. “You know what? Fuck this. I’m going back to bed.” You mutter and step to the door, leaving the class. Larissa stays in her spot but continues speaking.

“Y/N. Come back here! We are not finished.” Larissas states and you ignore her and as the door starts closing you hear her shout “If you do not come back, I’ll have to consider suspension.”

Later in the day, you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, wishing the bed would swallow you whole. You sigh loudly and hear a gentle knock on your door.

“Come in.” You say and don’t move from your position. Miss Thornhill enters the room and frowns as she looks at you.

“Y/N.” She sighs as sits down on the end of your bed. You don’t move to look at her, eyes trained on the ceiling. “Principal Weems wants to see you in her office.” She says, sounding disappointed.

“Can she wait for five minutes?” You ask, and don’t move. Marilyn nods and you see her from the corner of your eyes staring at you.

“She wants to suspend you.” She mutters softly, and you now move to look at her. “I personally don’t feel that the punishment fits the crime.”

“How long for?” You ask and move your gaze back up to the ceiling. You don’t particularly care about being suspended. In all honesty, it sounds like a nice break. Marilyn’s hand touches yours and you look back towards her.

“I’m not sure. You know, I can fight your corner. If you give me something to work with. And Principal Weems’ doesn’t want to suspend you. She just believes your behavior is getting out of hand. I mean, how many times in the past week have you been sent to her office? It’s not like you, Y/N.” Marilyn says sadly, as if she’s trying to see the reason.

But the harsh reality is that you know you’re not the same as you were a month ago. Hell, you’re not even the same you were a day ago. And God do you try so hard to rectify it. But you feel dull. Trapped in an endless cycle of your own torment. You’d felt this before, of course you have. But not on this scale. You don’t say anything in response, not completely sure what to say.

“I know that Principal Weems’ has been hard on you on the past month. She told me before today that she felt she was being too harsh. And then today... you argued with her. And I think she thinks that being harsh with you is the only way forward. Y/N, why did you argue? There was no reason to.” Marilyn says softly, hoping to get you to open up and you shrug.

“It doesn't matter.” You deadpan, and Marilyn frowns. This was not you. This wasn’t the Y/N she knew. The Y/N she knew would have fought tooth and nail to be polite, no matter what she was feeling. But now, as she gazes at you, she can tell something is wrong.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” Marilyn says in one last attempt to get you to open up. You sit up on the bed and stand up, moving to the door.

“Then don’t.” You say blankly and head to Larissa’s office.

Marilyn follows you to Larissa’s office and doesn’t say anything as she feels your demeanor change into one of irritation. She steps in front of you to knock on the door and opens it when she hears the confirmation to come in. Marilyn guides you in.

Larissa sits at her desk, her laptop open and a cup of coffee sitting beside her. She gazes up and sees you both, closing the laptop, drawing her full attention to you.

“Y/N, Sit.” Larissa says coldly and you follow her instructions, she then moves her gaze to Marilyn who eyes you worriedly. “Miss. Thornhill, you may leave.”

Marilyn nods, not saying anything else as she exits, throwing one glance towards you.

The door closes. You and Larissa stare at each other, her expression contains irritation and yours contains apathy. You can’t even pretend to care; it consumes too much of your own energy. Her eyes linger before she leans back in her chair.

“I’m not happy with you, Y/N.” Larissa states. You cross your arms over your chest and shrug. “Your nonchalance on this matter indicates you do not care.” Larissa’s voice is harsh, harsher than you’ve ever heard it. You no longer have the energy to even pretend to have good manners. You just want to go back to bed. Suspension sounds like a nice break, is all you can repeat in your mind.

“I don’t.” You retort, Larissa raises her eyebrows and nods contendingly, and you try so hard to care. The old you would have been begging for forgiveness right now, the old you would have even gotten into this situation. But here you are, and the old you is not here with you.

“Well then, since you don’t care, you’re going to face two weeks of in school suspension.” Larissa retorts and you shrug yet again, this time managing to surprise Larissa as even she can now notice the difference in your behavior. Larissa locks eyes with you and she can now see that they have visually dulled. They no longer sparkle the way they used to. However, Larissa cannot go back on her words now so instead she dismisses you.

Your in-school suspension means you have to stay in your dormitory, monitored by a teacher to ensure that you are doing the school work that’s been assigned. Sometimes that person would be Marilyn, or Larissa, sometimes both, depending on if they had details, they needed to discuss. On the first week, you’d try to do your work, submitting bits and pieces here and there.

On the second week, you didn’t even try. Marilyn offered to help you, but you shrugged her off. When Thursday of the second week rolled around, both Larissa and Marilyn arrived at your dorm at 08:30am, the time the first class starts. You haven’t got out of bed yet, laying awake and staring at the ceiling.

The door opens and they both wander in. They both notice you are still in bed and Larissa places her laptop down on the desk as she stares at you.

“Come on, Y/N. Time for your first lesson.” She murmurs softly as she looks at you, she notices the lost look in your eyes, and you don’t say anything as you roll over and turn your back to them.

Marilyn steps forward and sits on the bed, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, come on. You’re not helping yourself here.” She murmurs softly.

You shrug her hand off and pull your covers over yourself so you’re now completely under there safety. “Leave me alone.” You say, your voice sounds weak and broken.

Larissa and Marilyn share a worried look and Larissa sits next to Marilyn on the bed and you move away from them both, not wanting to be near anyone. “Y/N, if you get out of bed right now, you won’t need to do your first class, how about that?” Larissa asks and you don’t say anything, closing your eyes as you wish they would both leave you alone.

Larissa frowns and Marilyn is eyeing the blanket you’re under in concern. They both lock eyes with each other, lost on what their next move should be until Larissa pulls out her phone, throwing a glance back to you to make sure you can’t see what she’s doing and shows Marilyn that she is beginning to send a message to Dr. Kinbott, The local therapist in Jericho.

“Y/N, you want to stay in bed, yeah?” Marilyn asks and you she can your head nod from under the blanket. “Okay, Sweetheart, you stay there. We’ll be right back.”

An hour passes and you remain under your covers, you hear the door opening again and whispered words that you can’t quite make out. You feel someone sit on your bed again and you ignore it and close your eyes, wanting to be left alone.

Larissa, Marilyn, and Dr. Kinbott all enter your dorm and Marilyn sits down on the bed and brings her hand to your back.

“Y/N, there’s someone here to see you.” She says softly and her eyes flicker up to Larissa and Dr. Kinbott.

“Go away.” You say, and the blanket is gently pulled away from you. You instead move to bury your head in your arms, not wanting anyone to see your tear-streaked face.

“Y/N, its Dr. Knot. I heard that didn’t feel like getting out of bed today.” Dr. Kinbott says and you don’t respond. “Okay... Marilyn, Larissa, can you leave us please?”

You feel Marilyn get up from the bed and hear two footsteps leaving the room as you’re now left alone with Dr. Kinbott.

“Y/N, may I sit down on the bed with you?” She asks and you don’t say anything and Dr. Kinbott takes this as a yes and sits down with you. “Can you move your hands from your face please?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Okay. I can deal with that.” Dr. Kinbott compromises, “How long have you felt like this, Y/N? Like you want to stay in bed all day and hide from the world?” She asks softly. You move your head out of your arms and look at her.

“About 6 weeks.” You mutter and Dr. Kinbott nods, looking at you with non-judgmental eyes.

“Have you told anyone?” Dr. Kinbott asks and you shake your head, moving to sit up in your bed. She nods, looking at you sympathetically. “Seems like a lot to carry. If I were you, I’d want to just shut the world out too.”

“It’s embarrassing.” You say and Dr. Kinbott shakes her head, smiling at you kindly.

“Not at all. I think its rather brave.” She says, and tilts her head to the side as she looks at you. “Is that why you’ve been acting out? Skipping classes because you don’t have the energy to go?”

You nod and move your eyes so you’re no longer looking at. “Teachers kept sending me to principal Weems’ office. Principal Weems’ and I argued a lot.” You mutter.

“Is that because you felt misunderstood?” Dr. Kinbott asks before adding, “I apologize for all the questions, I’m just trying to get to know you better.”

“No, not really.” You say truthfully. “I just don’t really care anymore.”

Dr. Kinbott nods and tilts her head to the side again. “Have you felt that with everything or just school?”

“Everything.” You mutter and bring your knees to your chest.

Dr. Kinbott nods again. “It sounds really difficult.” She states before speaking again. “How would you feel about having some sessions with me? Just so when it does get really tough, you have someone to talk about it with?”

You think about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

3 weeks pass and your sessions continue with Dr. Kinbott, and although you still do not feel 100%, you have begun to attend every class and have stopped arguing with teachers.

You sit in the cafeteria during lunch and smile when one of your friends cracks a joke.

Marilyn and Larissa watch from afar, seeing you smile. They turn to look at eachother before smiling softly.

Fin

Tags- @h-doodles @erablaise-blog @m1lfsh4ke

#larissa weems x reader #marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill x larissa weems #larissa weems x reader x marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill #larrisa weems #platonic marilyn thornhill x reader #platonic larissa weems x reader

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trippingonthelight · 2 years

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Always There pt. 3 (Jake <3)

Jake Kiszka x Reader

THE LONG AWAITED (by no one) PART THREE TO MY LITTLE SERIES... As someone who deals with chronic pain this was a hugely therapeutic series for me to write... I know they're small but thinking about how sweet our boys are really makes my day. Let me know if you have any requests you wanna see from me! My inbox is always open <3

When you’re not feeling well, you don’t really speak up about it. Wanna keep quiet so you don’t bother him or cause a fuss… But one day things get too intense... and you just need him to be near...

At first he doesn’t quite know what to do. Doesn’t know what to say or what you need… All he knows is that when you came over you looked… tired… eyes not sparkling like usual. And now you’re crying and taking deep breaths like the pain you’re feeling is starting to become too much… he’s kneeling in front of the couch where you’re sat, a comforting hand on your thigh giving reassuring squeezes. He just wants to know how he can help…

“sweetheart, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

He wants to help, he really does… he just has never seen you like this before. And you really don’t want to bother him… you’ve been through this before, you know what’s wrong. You can make it through on your own. But he at least needs an explanation…

You take a deep breath and prepare to break through the fog that the migraine has put you under. “my head…" Your voice sounds hoarse from the tightness brought on by tears. When he hears it, his heart breaks a little.

You prepare to explain yourself between shaky breaths, trying to remain composed in front of him so he doesn't get spooked and run away... this is a complicated situation, it's a pain you can't see that hurts like hell and a lot of people think you're just exaggerating. You don't want him to think you're overreacting...

But his calm, steady presence says that he doesn't think that, even in the slightest. His big, warm hands grasp yours in a firm but soft embrace, thumbs stroking over your palms like he wants to rub the pain away if he could. You open your eyes enough to watch his hands soothe over yours, and you begin to feel that he doesn’t wanna be anywhere else. He wants to be here, with you, right now…

So you explain...

"I just.. I get migraines… and today’s a bad one…. been doing lots of work lately on my computer and I get too busy to take breaks." You take your hands from him and push your palms into your eyes as gently as you can. It just hurts so much….

"I can handle it Jakey, don’t worry..”

A migraine… he thinks he can handle that…

He softens his already gentle voice to ask, “what can I do?” His eyes are soft and alert but you can tell he’s nervous. Doesn’t want to make it worse but doesn’t know what will trigger you. Just wants to be here for you, for what ever you need.

You take another deep breath and he squeezes your hand again gently, as if to say I’m here, take your time, I’m not going anywhere.

You feel that he’s trying. And no one ever tries to help… they just run or let you deal with it alone… But not Jake…

So you let him try…

“Uhm, just the light is bothering me… and the tv is a little too loud… I think I just need to lay down for a bit and I’ll be okay. Honestly…” you move to stand up so you can go deal with this by yourself, it's just too much to explain right now... but he stops you, not even waiting a second before he rises to his feet. He's still holding your hands in a gentle grasp when he places a soft kiss to the backs of them before laying them down on your lap, “one second baby, hang on.”

The sunlight faded from the room when he closed the curtains and your eyes could adjust finally. You could barely see his face before, the pain muddying your vision into weird a TV-static pattern, blocking you from actually looking at anything. But now he’s coming into focus...

He picked up the remote to silence the television, grabbed a blanket and brought it back to the couch with him. The soft lighting of the now darkened living room makes his hair kinda glow around his face.

Damn he's so pretty...

He looks so warm and soft, attentive and careful by nature… How could you ever think you were bothering him? He’s so gentle. In every way, but especially with you… If you weren’t crying from pain, you would be crying over his kindness that he shares with you fully, and without hesitation.

He sits next to you in the corner of the couch and stretches his legs out to rest on the coffee table. When he’s settled, he offers his hand to you, “c’mere.”

You lay your head in the spot he made for you on his lap as you grip his hand, cuddling his arm into you like a child would cuddle their stuffed bear. Clutching it sweetly to your chest. Your head rests against his soft tummy and your neck is supported by his toned thighs. It's like his hold immerses you fully in him. In his touch, in his musky cologne he loves (sandalwood and coconut... oh so jake)...

this is the best pillow in the world.... you think to yourself. Hey, a coherent thought. That's a first for today... this must be working...

As you lay with him he doesn’t say much, he knows he doesn’t have to. You just want him here with you, and he wants to watch over you. You’ve suffered through many of these attacks alone, always making it through the other side only a little worse for wear. As he sits there with you he begins to realize that the times that you would abruptly leave a party or have to cancel plans it's not because you didn't want to go, but it was because of this. Because you had to deal with it alone...

The way he’s holding you like something so precious and fragile makes you feel so small and cared for. You’re finally able to relax, and you’re so sleepy now. Feeling that gentle comforting wave of drowsiness wash over you, you try to fight it... but with the way his fingers are scratching gently against your aching scalp and massaging over your throbbing temples, you know you won’t last long… your eyes flutter closed and you hear him breathe out a little heavier… how long was he holding his breath like that… you squeeze his hand as he did to yours earlier, saying I’m okay now… or at least I will be… He squeezes back, good, you were worrying me little mouse...

He continues smoothing over your hair, a little grin forming on his face at how cute you look when you’re sleepy. He reminds himself to tell you later...

“sweet dreams angel…”

#jake seems like he loves taking care of people but will never overstep a boundary #and I love that about him #jake kiszka #greta van fleet fluff #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka x reader #greta van fleet

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wallbrat · 1 year

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Darkness Perpetual?

Intro I'm fighting a migraine. I should go lay down but my mind won't let me. I've avoided doing this multiple times and now my mind is forcing the issue. Yes, my mind. If you have a mental illness then it's you against your mind and both of you against societal stupidity. Don't believe me? Gather around, young padawans. Genesis I know where my mental illnesses started. I'm ADHD and I fight depression. I was born with both. I have screwed up brain chemistry. We can thank Ritalin for that one. The rest is from the mass of trauma I've lived through, inflicted and self inflicted. I, at least, understand where everything came from. That helps in some respects yet solves nothing. There's always a ledge and I'm always standing on it. The reality is that most of us that suffer from a mental illness will never see old age. Our minds will get the better of us and win the battle. Most of us don't want to be here. I certainly don't yet I'll remain. Darkness Specific The specifics of my trauma don't matter. Writing about it won't help because every person is different. What is traumatic for one is a walk in the park for another. What matters is that I had to make a deal with my mind to remain. I gave it a specifically worded promise as to when it can take me out. Certain conditions have to be met. It guarantees that I'll see my 75th year before it's even possible. That keeps me here but doesn't solve anything. My first week in this apartment was almost my last. The cats saved me then. The promise came after that. I'm basically a prisoner. I'm in pain all the time. I'm not happy. I'm broken while trying to heal. My body feels like it's slowly falling apart. My demons come out at random times and floor me. I'm lost and alone among people because so few understand. I'm always on the ledge, looking down. I long for peace and I'm constantly denied because my brain won't let me rest. I sleep when I'm exhausted and not before. Throughout all of this, I maintain a manufactured facade that hides the truth when I'm in public. Reading helps. Certain people are a balm. Music is a gift from the universe. Savin Me and Lullaby, from Nickelback, have saved me more times than anything else. The battle is constant and never ending. It pushes me to the rim of the ledge often yet the promise keeps me here. Publication So why publicize this when so few will understand? Because a few will. If it helps them or they help others then its worth the effort. I'm not looking to be the poster child for mental health. There are other more worthy of that. Selena Gomez and Taylor Tomlinson, just to name two. I'm just trying to do something positive in this shit storm. Balance is important and there's been very little of it, in my life, lately. Finally, it's not about if you understand or not. It's about support. So many of us lack that. It's truly terrifying to realize how little most people care about mental illness or how many pretend it doesn't exist. It's always been with us and it always will be. I'll end by paraphrasing Taylor. Knowing you have a mental illness is simply information you can use to better take care of yourself. You just have to remember to take your arm floaties.

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excitingrbl · 1 year

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pushing through.

(from the archive of Timeless Ramblings aka my old ass drafts. I visited them with the full intent of deleting but SURPRISE, couldn’t)

some people LOVE telling other people what they should be grateful for. it's an arrogant level of annoyance I haven't quite learned to tune out. it bothers me because it's just another way of us telling people how they should feel.

if your body is what you'd consider normal, you'll see the entire world differently. have you ever sat down with anyone who lives with chronic pain? a lot of times, that pain comes from chronic illnesses. now imagine being sick and in pain every minute of your existence...even when you're trying to sleep. imagine that there are no painkilling remedies strong enough to take the pain away unless you want to be rendered unable to operate any moving machinery or have a clear thinking mind all day. imagine having to opt out because you need to make a living for yourself and/or family.

also imagine that when the pain becomes nauseating, you take 4 Advil...not to make it go away but to dull it from a 20 to a 15, on a scale of 1-10. again, imagine this is how you live everyday...not for just a couple of days (which is still painful). imagine this for months and years of your life.

now imagine someone coming along to tell you to be grateful you're alive. to not complain because it could be worse. these people have no fucking idea what's worse than living with pain everyday because THEY HAVE NEVER LIVED LIKE THIS. they assume death is worse because (in their mind), living can't be THAT bad, right?

sometimes being able-bodied can make us insensitive. we assume it isn't "that bad" and that people just need to look on the bright side. that's an easy stance to take when you don't live anything even remotely close to the lives of those you're speaking to.

I'm always in pain and I have been since I was a little kid. I'm not even talking about the emotional pain because I've suppressed and blacked out a lot of that over the years. I can only deal with one set of intense pains at a time and the physical always wins. I've had ulcers, nerve damage (my pain is delayed), pain in my bones (it feels like when foil touches those silver fillings in your mouth BUT IN DIFFERENT PARTS OF YOUR BODY) and migraines since I was a kid.

I push through.

I've been in car accidents, have several repetitive stress injuries, scoliosis, sciatica, carpal tunnel in both arms and wrists...and those dastardly migraines again.

I push through.

I have diabetes, cysts in my breasts that feel like having mastitis EVERYDAY, and degenerative disc disease (there’s no cure AND can eventually paralyze me). walking, sitting, standing, laying down, just existing IS PAINFUL. yet…

I push through.

as a result of alllllllllllllll the above, I also have two lifelong best friends that go by the names Dan Depression and Agatha Anxiety. they never leave my side. they’re around when I’m up and DEFINITELY when I’m down. they’re nothing if not consistently present and have been since I was a child. <sarcasm> thanks for having my back </sarcasm>.

I am also the mother of an amazing person who deserves far more than I give her but hey, I’m doing the best I can with what I got to keep… pushing through.

#life #chronic pain #chronic illness #ableist #disabilities #depression #anxiety #fucking resilience #pain #timeless ramblings

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heyitsme1040 · 2 years

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I'm Not Going Anywhere, Sunshine. [steddie]

summary : Five times Eddie rescues Steve from the lingering effects of the Upside Down, and one time Steve asks for help from the lingering effects of the Upside Down. Eddie helps Steve with: Migraines, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Bullshit, and seeing someone Zoned Out. Plus the one time Steve asks Eddie to help with a Thunderstorm.

pairings : Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & the Party (s4), Eddie Munson & the Party (s4), Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley

warnings : language, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of getting sick (nothing detailed beyond hearing it and waiting for them to stop being sick), nightmares, brief mention of violence (canon accurate injuries), panic attacks, PTSD - if I missed any please let me know

word count : 3.3k

AO3 (x)

a/n : I posted this on AO3 a while ago, but figured if I'm posting my Tumblr fics there I should do the same with moving those here. I hope you like this little 5+1 fanfic.

1-Migraine

“Steve?” Eddie called out as he entered the younger’s house.

The house was quiet, and no lights were on. Something was wrong if all the lights were off, Eddie understood how unbearable the dark was for Steve. Eddie walked silently through the large house, grateful his eyes were adjusting to the dark to spot the door to Steve’s room was ajar. As he pushed the door open wider the sounds of someone throwing up met his ears. He quickly rushed to the en suite and found Steve clinging to the toilet.

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie sighed.

His heart broke at the sight of his boyfriend so miserable. He crouched next to Steve’s shaking body, gently pushing hair from the younger’s face and rubbing small circles on his back. Steve’s heaving eventually slowed and he leaned back from the toilet into Eddie’s chest.

“Another migraine?” Eddie whispered.

Steve gave the smallest nod possible.

“Which kind?”

Steve weakly held up five fingers, and Eddie felt his chest tighten in worry. It had been awhile since Steve had a migraine, and for it to be one of his worse ones was concerning.

“It’s gonna be okay. I got you.”

Eddie carefully slipped out from behind Steve, rested an arm under his back and knees, then lifted the younger. He set Steve on his bed, and brushed away the tears that were slowly falling.

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie promised.

Knowing Steve’s migraine was one of the worst ones he’s ever had, Eddie made swift work of grabbing everything that would help. He rushed downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a sleeve of crackers from the pantry and a bottle of water from the fridge. On his way back to Steve’s room, he made sure to grab the Tylenol from the bathroom in the hallway.

Sliding back into the bedroom, Eddie closes the door behind him. Steve was laying on his stomach with a pillow over his head.

“Can you sit up for me?” Eddie whispers, not wanting to cause Steve anymore pain.

Slowly, Steve shuffles into an upright position. Eddie passes two little pills over, and notices the shake in the other’s hands. He uncaps the water and holds it up to the other’s mouth, grateful the small sips seem to stay down.

“Can I get you anything? I have some crackers if you want?” Eddie offers.

“No,” Steve’s raw throat rasps out. “I don’t think I can eat.”

“That’s alright, no need to force anything.”

“Everything hurts. I wish it would stop,” Steve whimpers.

“I’m sorry, pretty boy.”

Eddie knew if his heart wasn’t broken earlier there’s no way it wasn’t now. He toed off his shoes and slid onto the bed next to Steve. Steve buried his head into Eddie’s chest and shook slightly. Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve and lightly ran his hand through the other’s hair. Steve relaxed into the soft movement, and sighed softly.

“Just rest, now. I’ve got you,” Eddie gently reassured.

Steve hummed and mumbled, “Love you.”

“I love you, too, Stevie.”

It wasn’t even a minute later that Steve’s soft snores were heard, and Eddie was glad his boyfriend was getting some relief. He was grateful he came over when he did, not knowing how Steve dealt with the effects of the Upside Down all alone for as long as he did.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie whispered, determined to help wash away the pain left by the Upside Down.

2- Nightmare

Eddie woke to thrashing in the bed. Quickly flicking on the lamp, he looked over at the boy next to him. Steve had tears running down his cheeks as he tried to twist away from whatever tragedy his unconscious mind dredged up.

“Steve, wake up! C’mon, open your eyes. It’s a nightmare, it’s not real,” Eddie desperately pinned the thrashing body down. “It’s not real! Please, open your eyes! It’s not real, you're dreaming!”

Steve’s eyes shot open, his chest heaving, and he struggled to sit up. Sobs wracked though his body as Eddie moved from pinning the boy down to hugging him tightly.

“It’s alright, it wasn’t real,” Eddie quietly repeated into Steve’s ear.

Steve’s sobs slowed to hiccups as the fear that gripped his mind slowly melted away from Eddie’s reassurances. As Steve’s breathing came back to normal, he clung to Eddie’s body. Eddie never stopped hugging him, trying his best to ground Steve into reality.

“It was, though,” Steve shakily spoke. “We were in the Upside Down, you were being ripped apart. You were dying and I couldn’t– I couldn’t save you! I was running to you, but I wasn’t getting any closer–”

“It wasn’t real, not anymore. I didn’t die, I’m right here. I’m here and you’re here, and that place is gone forever.”

Eddie held Steve closer, repeating that they were finally safe. Steve was still tense, and Eddie was going to wash away the fear left by the Upside Down with gentle reassurances and love.

“You are my sunshine,” Eddie softly sang. “My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey,” Eddie felt Steve’s shoulders droop. “You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Steve’s body stopped fighting to stay awake as Eddie continued the lullaby that Uncle Wayne had always sung. Eddie remembered how much comfort the song gave him, and was glad Steve found a similar comfort in the song. Making a note of how much Steve was comforted by the lullaby, Eddie repeated it until he heard soft snores once again.

“Sleep well, Sunshine,” Eddie whispered as he tucked the younger into his hold once more. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

3- Panic Attack

Eddie was glad the kids convinced Steve to let them use the pool, after everything they’d all gone through together they needed some time to just be kids. He was inside ordering pizza for everyone when he heard yelling from the pool. He looked over as Steve was pulled in by the ankle and didn’t come up immediately.

Eddie ran to the pool and dove in, grabbing Steve under his arms and pulling them up to the surface. He swam them to the edge of the pool where Johnathan and Robin pulled Steve out while Nancy got the kids out of the pool and away from the situation at hand. As he turned away from them, Eddie heard Max yelling at Lucas, Dustin, and Mike about how they shouldn’t have pulled Steve in.

“Steve, can you hear me?” Eddie asked.

When no response came, Eddie started going through the steps of CPR they all learned in gym class every year. He told Johnathan to help Nancy with the kids and asked Robin to grab towels for Steve. As Robin returned, Steve finally coughed up water and Eddie slowly sat him up against his chest.

“Steve, can you hear me?” Robin asked.

Steve’s eyes had a far away look, and his breathing was picking up.

“He’s in shock and going into a panic attack,” Eddie said. “Pass me a towel and dry his legs please.”

Robin passed the towel to Eddie’s out-stretched hand and began drying Steve off. Eddie wrapped the towel around the unresponsive boy’s shoulders and gently rubbed the water away from his face. Steve didn’t even blink as Eddie wiped the water from around his eyes.

“Stevie? Where’s your mind at?” Eddie tried. “Which time is it?”

Steve was still quiet, but now he was trembling. Eddie watched as Robin lightly patted Steve on the cheek, and Steve curled on himself in fear. Eddie wanted to cry seeing Steve bring his arms around his head and knees to his chest while moving to lay on his side, trying to be as small as possible while protecting everything.

“Steve? I’m gonna pick you up, okay? I’m gonna bring you inside,” Eddie tried again.

The only response they heard were sniffles. Eddie gently placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder, earning a flinch.

“Robin, can you open the door and make sure the living room is clear?”

“On it,” Robin darted off.

“Alright, Steve, I’m gonna pick you up now. I’m going to bring you inside,” Eddie spoke to deaf ears.

He wrapped his arms around Steve’s huddled position and lifted. Cradling Steve into his chest, he heard a repeated murmur of “I’m going to die.”

He walked past the kids in the kitchen and set Steve onto the couch. Nancy saw the state Steve was in and began yelling at the three boys that caused this. Eddie was faintly aware of her words as he tried to talk Steve back into reality.

“I don’t know what you’re seeing Stevie, but you aren’t there. You’re in your living room, on your couch, the kids are in the kitchen, I pulled you out of the pool, and you’re having a panic attack,” Eddie rambled. “I need you to come back to me, Stevie. You aren’t there anymore, you’re in the present with us. Everyone’s okay, you’re okay, we just need you to come back to us.”

“Eds?” Steve’s voice faintly asks.

“Yeah, Sunshine. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be alright.”

“I feel like I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying, you’re having a panic attack. What’s going on in your head?”

“Barb died in the pool, the demogorgon got her.” Steve cried. “It was my fault.”

“No it wasn’t, you didn’t know.”

Eddie looked across to the kitchen, seeing Nancy was getting the kids and their things together. He mouthed his thanks and pulled Steve close.

“I’ve got you. Let’s clean up, and you can sleep, okay? I know how hard panic attacks hit, and how drained you feel after. I’m gonna take care of you, be with you the whole time,” Eddie reassured.

Eddie hates how vividly his boyfriend remembers what the Upside Down did when he’s having a panic attack. He wishes there was some way to ease the memories away instead of having to relive them.

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispers, voice laced with guilt.

“Hey, listen to me,” Eddie stares into Steve’s eyes. “There is absolutely nothing for you to apologize over. You’ve been through so much, and I’m staying here to help you through it. You mean so much to me, and I will never stop being by your side through the good and bad. Okay?”

Steve clumsily nods and holds onto Eddie’s hand weakly.

4- Bullshit

It was Hellfire Club night, and the campaign was going strong. Everyone called a ten minute break, and went to grab snacks or use the bathroom. On his way upstairs, Eddie couldn’t help but smile as he saw Max teach El how to braid hair on Steve. Eddie was coming back downstairs to the Wheeler’s basement when he heard it.

“Dude, just stop with your bullshit!” Mike yelled.

Eddie stepped down the last step as he watched the light in Steve’s eyes extinguish. Steve quickly stands from where he’d sat on the floor with El and Max and walks to the basement door and once he’s outside he runs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Eddie yells at Mike.

“He’s an asshole, and isn’t going to change. I don’t get how you all think he’s changed–” Mike starts.

“Because he has changed! He’s worked so hard to make up for who he was when he was sixteen, and you just invalidated all of that to him. Three years of progress down the fucking drain !” Eddie starts heading toward the door leading outside.

“That’s bullshit! Why don’t we just get back to–”

“No. You’re on probation from Hellfire,” Eddie looks around the room. “That’s it for tonight, I got to go find him. Dustin and Will, can you two pack it all up?”

“Junkyard,” Max says. “Go on the other side of the fence, and keep walking until you reach the train tracks. Then turn right and follow them until you see the old rusted vehicles. Steve goes there when he’s upset.”

“Thanks,” Eddie rushes outside, hoping that’s where Steve is going now.

Eddie loses track of time while running where Max had directed him, and his lungs are burning when he reaches the junkyard. There’s more cars and buses there than he’d expected, and he hopes Steve is here somewhere. He’s walking around about to call out for Steve when he sees a light going on for a few seconds then away before reappearing. Eddie walks over to the bus that’s surrounded by sheets of tin and old car doors.

“Steve?” Eddie calls out. “Can I come in?”

“Go away, Eddie,” Steve’s emotionless voice responds. “You know he’s right, I’m bullshit .”

“No you aren’t. You aren’t bullshit, big boy.”

“Even after everything, they probably all think so. “

Eddie sighs, silently cursing both the Wheelers for using that stupid word to ruin everything. With a tug, Eddie manages to open the bus door. He sees Steve sitting on the floor with his head on his knees, flicking a Zippo lighter on and snapping it closed. Eddie walks over and sits across from him, resting his own head upon his knees.

“They don’t think that. Mike’s a dumbass, and is the only one who thinks that. The others, they were all glaring at him while I was yelling at him. He’s wrong about you,” Eddie confesses.

“He’s not wrong, Eds. I’m still the shitty person I was three years ago. I’m the stupid guy that peaked in high school that knows how to take a hit. I don’t know why I ever thought they’d believe I’d changed,” Steve hollowly states. “I’m just the babysitter, I don’t do anything. I’m just bullshit .”

“Dammit, Steve, you’re not bullshit!” Eddie yells. “You’re one of the most intelligent people I know! You care about those kids so fucking much! You’ve practically adopted Max and Dustin, you don’t get frustrated when explaining something to El, you’re the reason Lucas can do anything with basketball, Will talks to you more than anyone in the party, and you’ve saved Mike’s ass so many times. You were the one that got Jonathan the new camera when you broke his old one to try and fit in with Tommy and the other meatheads. Even after the Halloween party with Nancy, all you’ve ever done is look out for her and protect her. Robin loves you like you’re actually related, and she insists upon working wherever you work. I’m absolutely crazy for you, and I get the privilege of seeing the real you. The one that doesn’t feel like he has to impress his shitty parents, or protect everyone when there’s danger, or be what society expects. I got the privilege of meeting the real Steve Harrington, and I can guarantee that he is the furthest thing from bullshit.”

“But what about–”

“No buts, you were a stupid sixteen year old that wanted to fit in. When I was sixteen, Hopper had already threatened to arrest me four times, I was always in detention, and I’d set one of the banners for the championship game on fire.”

“That was you,” Steve laughed past the lump in his throat.

“Sure was, big boy. Now, we can do two things. We can go home and I can tell you all the ways you aren’t bullshit, or we can stay here and I can tell you all the ways you aren’t bullshit. Which one?”

“I want to go home, I hate it here.”

Eddie tilts his head, “Then why are you here?”

“It helps me feel a little less shitty when I’m upset. I kept the kids from being eaten by the demodogs here; I felt like I was starting to make some progress away from being who I was,” Steve shrugs.

“Well, you’ve made a lot of progress from who you were. And no matter what your brain tells you, or what that snot nosed shithead wants to say, you’re my favorite person ever. And I’m not going anywhere until you understand just how wonderful you are.”

Eddie had never seen Steve blush so hard, knowing that it was going to be fun assuring him how much he’s improved.

5- Zoned Out

Eddie was lost in thought while working on his newest campaign for Hellfire– one that would need three party members instead of four. Eddie didn’t care how much Mike pleaded to be off probation from the club, he wasn’t letting him play in any campaign he wrote until Mike admitted he was wrong.

Eddie was blankly staring at a page in his monster manual, music blaring in his ears from his headphones, and sat in the kitchen waiting for Steve to get home. It was then that he was pulled from his thoughts by a hand lightly grabbing his shoulder. He turned around to see Steve, eyes filled with fear and tears, and his nail bat in hand.

Eddie ripped away his earphones, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re you? Like, actually you?” Steve's voice shook.

“Of course I am, Stevie? Why wouldn’t I be?” Eddie eyed the nail bat that had begun drooping from the other’s hand.

“I walked in and yelled for you, but you didn’t respond, and you were so still. I thought that he was back, and that I was going to lose you.”

“Steve, I’m so sorry. He’s gone, for good. We don’t need to worry about that any more. I was just listening to my music too loud, and I was thinking. I didn’t know you came in, I’m so, so sorry.”

Steve just sagged to his knees, and Eddie watched as relief and fear washed through his boyfriend. Eddie sat next to the stressed boy and guided his head to rest on his shoulder.

“I can’t lose you, Eds. You mean so much to me,” Steve breathed into the other’s neck.

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie promised and kissed Steve’s cheek. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

+1 (Steve Asks for Help)

Eddie was washing dishes when he felt two arms snake around his waist and a gentle squeeze as Steve settled into the hug. With a smile, Eddie turned the tap off and dried his hands. Turning around in Steve’s hold, he hugged back.

“What’s up, Sunshine?” Eddie asked, gently scratching the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck.

“Bad day,” Steve mumbled tiredly. “There’s supposed to be a thunderstorm.”

“I see,” Eddie leaned back to meet the younger’s gaze. “Want a distraction?”

“Please,” Steve practically begged.

“Alright, c’mon. Let’s get you changed.”

Eddie helped as Steve struggled out of his sweater and jeans, easing on some soft sleep pants and Eddie’s old Black Sabbath shirt. On their way out, Eddie grabbed the extra blanket off the bed. Holding onto Steve’s hand, the two trailed into the living room.

With a small smile, Eddie grabbed the well-loved VHS of The Breakfast Club and pressed play. As Simple Minds began playing, Eddie turned off the lights and laid down on the couch. With a gentle tug, Steve flopped down on top of Eddie and cuddled into his chest, watching as the kids were dropped off for detention. Eddie tossed the blanket over them and wrapped his arms around Steve.

“Better?” Eddie asked, heart warming as Steve finally settled against him.

“So much, you have no idea. Thank you,” Steve softly kissed Eddie.

“No problem, Sunshine.”

Eddie wasn’t going anywhere, and Steve knew Eddie would always be there for him. As the movie continued, rain began to patter against the windows, and there was a steady roll of thunder. When Steve tensed from the flashes of lightning, Eddie would hold him a little tighter and hum “You Are My Sunshine” until Steve relaxed.

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incendiobrock · 3 years

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Out Like a Light {Colby Brock}

Request: Ooo requests you say?? How about extra cuddly boyfriend Colby resting his head in your lap and you running your fi gers through his hair and gently scratching his scalp until he falls asleep?

Warnings: FLUFF

A/N: Second post for today, don’t mind me. I have 4 more requests in my inbox that I will hopefully get through before Halloween, so be on the lookout for those!

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Colby had spent all day, and all last night, editing a new Sam and Colby video. Every new video tops the last so Colby is always dead set on getting everything pieced together. You loved watching how excited he would get when he told you about what they had caught, and you especially loved when he would show you the footage. He would keep his eyes glued to your face so he could see your reaction to the footage.

But you can’t lie. Sometimes, you wished Colby would take a break from all the filming and editing. You could tell that when he was constantly working he would neglect his own personal health for the sake of creating content. He would barely sleep, barely eat, and he would constantly suffer from migraines and back pain from sitting at the computer all day.

You were sitting on the sofa in his room while he was at the desk on hour 5 of editing. It was nearing dinner and you prayed that Colby would take at least a small break to eat, considering he had already missed lunch… and breakfast. You glanced over to him at his workspace and noticed that he had his head in his hands, rubbing at his head and eyes.

“Baby? Are you feeling alright?” You asked, getting up and walking over to his office chair. He groaned quietly as your hand began to rub up and down his back. “It hurts again doesn’t it?” You continued. He shook his head up and down, remaining in the same position with his hands covering his eyes.

You carefully moved him out of the way by pushing over his rolling chair, your hand making its way to the computer mouse. You went up and clicked the save button making sure nothing would get lost when you shut off the computer. Once you were sure you saved all of his hard work you shut down the desktop. You then went and shut off all the lights in his room, knowing that the light made his migraines even worse. “Come on baby let’s go lay in bed for a bit. You deserve a break you’ve been working so hard all day.” You gently took hold of his hand to try and coax him out of the chair.

“But I’m so close to being done, just give me some advil and I’m sure I’ll be alright to finish it.” He whined, swiveling the chair back so he could return to his project. “Colby... You haven’t eaten a single thing today, you really think I’m going to let you take advil on an empty stomach? If you insist on finishing the editing tonight can you please just pause for dinner?” You bargained with him. “Fine... But only if we can get Chipotle.” He agreed. You let out a small laugh as you pulled out your phone so you could order the food.

Your order arrived about 40 minutes later. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the food got here.” Colby stated, taking the last bite of his food. “Yeah, you’re awful at taking care of yourself. I don’t think you could survive without me honestly.” He smiled at you, letting out a chuckle. “Hey, that is not true. Well, maybe a little. Thank you baby, I appreciate it. I hope you know that.”

“I guess you gotta get back to editing now huh?” You questioned, dreading the anticipated answer. His lips pressed together into a straight line as he nodded his head ‘yes’. You glanced down at your lap briefly before meeting his gaze again, “Okay Colbs, have fun.” It sucked that he spent so much time on the computer. You were so happy for him but you knew how much of a toll it took on his well-being. Plus, it meant that you would have to sit around and wait for him to be done. You made your way to the previous spot you had claimed on his sofa, turning on a movie. Maybe Colby would be done before the movie finished and you could spend some time watching it with him by your side.

Halfway through the second movie of your choosing he had completed his day long affair. You glanced over at the sound of movement and noticed him walking towards you on the sofa. You gently smiled, patting the space next to you, encouraging him to join you. His hair was disheveled and the dark bags underneath his eyes were extremely prominent. He sat down next to you, leaning his head to the side for it to rest on your shoulder. You placed a fragile kiss atop his head, and then resting your own against it. “Baby?” He whispered, moving slightly so he could see your face. You lightly hummed in response, silently asking him to keep going. “My head really, really hurts...” You frowned at his statement, you hated seeing him in so much pain.

“Alright baby, it’s okay. Why don’t you lay here?” You said softly, knowing that loud voices or noises often made it even more excruciating for him. You patted your hands on your lap, signaling for him to lie down. He slowly obliged, placing his head on your lap, facing towards the TV in front of you. Your left hand rested on his upper arm, while the other made its way to his dark locks of hair.

You carefully ran your hands through it, giving his scalp a massage to help alleviate the pain. His hair was so soft to the touch, so it seemed almost therapeutic to run your fingers through. He left out small hums as your fingers continued to rake through the beautiful brown hairs. He moved so that he was laying on his stomach, arm wrapped behind your back on the sofa, his head remaining towards the television. He wiggled slightly, making himself as cozy as he possibly could, “I love you y/n, thank you for everything.” His voice trailed off slightly at the end, letting you know truly how tired the poor boy was. “I love you, just go to sleep.” You whispered. And soon enough, with your hand still tangled in his hair, he was out like a light.

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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migraine.

| marauders x reader | fluff |

anon requested. poly!marauders where the reader has a migraine or is just not feeling great and they take care of her & poly!marauders helping reader through a fainting episode

You fastened your robe, feeling a little weak as you left your dorm. The loud common room made your head pound, and you groaned as a migraine began to set in. The weather was nasty, a storm howling outside and whipping rain into the corridors of the castle.

You rubbed your eyes as you made your way to charms, and James moved over on the bench to make room for you.

“You don’t look well, are you alright, bunny?” He asked, touching your forehead. You gently batted his hand away, insisting you were fine. You didn’t want to miss class, especially not so soon after you’d returned from Christmas break. You missed your friends, your boyfriends, and classes, and you didn’t want a headache to get in the way.

You rested your head on your hand, and your mind drifted away from the charms lecture as a painful throbbing set in at the base of your skull, spreading through you. Nausea rose in your chest, and you broke out into a cold sweat by the time you were headed for lunch in the great hall.

“Y/N, I’m really worried,” James griped, and you ignored him, trying to focus on breathing.

“Okay, fine, I don’t feel well, but I can make it through today then just sleep it off!” you insisted as you walked to meet Remus and Sirius.

“Bunny, you look ill!” Remus immediately touched your face, feeling how clammy your skin was. You were off-balance when you tried to step away, and James reached out to steady you. Sirius’ stormy eyes were concerned, and he stepped beside you. He asked you if you were okay, and you barely heard him.

“My head hurts,” you confessed, and the floor started to sway under your feet.

“Y/N?” Sirius caught you as you fainted. Students gasped and shrieked, and James pushed them away. He gently lowered you to the ground, cradling your head before you could hit the unforgiving stone.

“She’s alright, just back up!”

It wasn’t the first time you’d fainted, and your overly attentive boyfriends were able to handle it. Sirius lifted your body, cradling you gently against his chest. They took you to their dorm, and Remus got water and food for you when you woke up. James and Sirius helped get you out of your clothes, setting you down on the mattress.

“Come on, wake up for us, love,” Sirius cleaned your face with a cold washcloth. Your eyes slowly opened, blinking slowly to adjust to the light. You shivered, looking down to see you were undressed.

“Where are my clothes?”

“You were overheating. You fainted, bunny.”

You relaxed a bit, thankful that your migraine had faded to a dull ache. You looked up into three sets of worried eyes, and you suddenly felt horribly guilty for worrying them.

Tears welled in your eyes and spilled down your face, your chest shaking as you started to cry. Remus pulled you forward into his arms, holding your damp and shaky body.

“Crying is just going to make you feel worse, bunny. Can you try to calm down for us?” James asked, smoothing his hand over your leg. You shook your head, in no mood to be reasoned with.

You sobbed into Remus’ shirt, soaking through the white fabric. James was right, your sinuses ached and got stuffy, making your chest and head pound. You tried to relax, and eventually your sobs reduced to little hiccups. Remus kissed the top of your head, feeling bad for you.

James encouraged you to drink the water and take a few bites of bread, his emerald gaze begging you not to fight him. You were uncomfortably cold, shivering in Remus’ arms. You tried to pull the blanket over you, but James kept it out of your reach, worrying you’d overheat. You shot James a venomous look, and Remus turned your face into his chest.

“How does a hot shower sound?” Sirius asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“It’ll open up your chest,” He tried when you protested.

You relented, following him into the bathroom and getting in with him. The steam did help clear your congestion, and the hot water warmed your body. Sirius’ hands were gentle, and you leaned forward against his chest in the shower.

“I love you, bunny,” Sirius hummed, kissing your warm cheeks.

“No, you’ll get sick!” you protested when he tried to plant one on your lips, and Sirius frowned.

“Oh, love, it’s more than worth it,” he whispered before kissing you sweetly.

“I want to lay back down.”

He reached around you and shut off the water, helping you dry off. He pulled a jumper over your head, rolling the sleeves up at the end so that your hands were free. He kissed your fingers, making you giggle, before digressing into a fit of coughs.

“Let’s get you in bed,” he sighed, helping you to his bed. He pulled back the duvet, letting you settle in the pile of pillows. Remus made you tea, and James sat on the other side of your body.

“You’ve got class,” you protested their presence, and Remus just laughed.

“We’ve got to take care of our girl.”

He sat at your feet and handed you a steaming cup of tea. It helped ease your headache and your raw throat, but you turned away the food they tried to offer. Sirius read aloud to you, making you grow sleepy. James eased you onto your side and slid his hand under your jumper. He rubbed your back until your eyelids were heavy, soothing you into sleep. They all were relieved when they finally got you to rest, despite your determination to stay awake.

James convinced the other two to catch their last class, opting to stay with you and make sure you didn’t wake up alone from your nap. He snuggled you against his chest, spooning your warm body. You writhed in your sleep, having fever dreams that made your heart race.

“Shh, you’re okay, bunny. Deep breaths,” he tightened his arms around you.

Your heart rate slowed, and you relaxed against him, waking up.

“James?”

“I’m here. How are you feeling?”

“Sick,” you sighed, rolling over to face him. He brushed loose hair from your face, resting his hand on your cheek. You looked around for the other two, wondering why they weren’t in bed with you.

“They went to potions. They should be back any time now.”

You pushed yourself up on trembling arms, running your fingers through your hair. His hand went to your leg, squeezing lightly.

“I’m sick, don’t be getting handsy with me,” you giggled, covering your mouth as you started to cough.

“Oh, bunny, I’m sorry,” he laughed, rubbing your back as you bent forward, coughing.

“What did you do to her, prongs?” Sirius sighed, walking in and hearing you struggle to breathe.

“He was feeling me up!” you accused, and Remus smacked James.

“You’re fucking kidding-” Sirius started to lay into James, growing extremely protective of you.

“No, it wasn’t-” James began to defend himself.

“Stop, that’s enough.” Remus ended the fight that was sparking, all three of them stressed and worried for you.

“Slughorn told me to give this to you,” Sirius said, holding up a vial of green potion.

“No!” you immediately shook your head, not wanting to take the nasty medicine.

“He promised it will help you feel better. Please do not make me force feed it to you,” Sirius begged. You knew the threat wasn’t empty, and there was no way you’d be able to overpower all three of them.

You opened your mouth, and Sirius gave it to you, helping you tilt your head back. You gagged as you tried to swallow, and Sirius murmured apologies, pulling you to lay back against his chest.

“I’m sorry, bunny, I’m sorry.”

You pulled his arms around you, and the potion began to make your headache fade. Sirius hugged you tightly, and James fed you small spoonfuls of soup while Remus did your homework for you.

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Always.”

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

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Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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babyboiboyega · 3 years

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Enough (Shangqi x f!reader)

Shangqi x f!reader

Content: a little bit of angst, fluff at the end, Shangqi being such a damn sweetheart

Word Count: 1.3k

Babyboiboyega’s Marvel Masterlist

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Y/N’s movements were a little slower than usual as she dodged, kicked, and punched, and it was obvious, especially to her. It was obvious, and it frustrated her to no end as she continued to move around the mat.

The slight throbbing in her temple she had woken up with had only gotten worse as the day went on, and it continued to do so the more she exerted herself.

She tried to hide the pain behind a grimace, but under the guise of being focused, but she had a slight suspicion that he could see right through her. This only prompted her to intensify her actions, trying to come off as fine when in reality, the pressure in her head was close to debilitating.

She knew that she should have stopped and told him what was wrong, but the stubborn, reckless side of her won out. And that was exactly what she was doing: being incredibly reckless.

A grunt left her mouth as she was pushed back, her feet stumbling over each other.

“Y/N, what’s going on with you tonight? You’re a little slower than usual.”

Shangqi’s voice rang out, a teasing lilt to it as he gazed at her with his hands on his hips. His eyebrows were furrowed in genuine worry as she bent at the waist, bracing herself against her knees.

With every breath she took came another painful throb in her temple, and even with her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel her head spinning.

Hearing her labored breaths and noticing her silence, Shangqi walked closer, the small smile on his face dropping.

“Hey, what’s wrong? We can take a break. We should take a break.”

At his words, Y/N shook her head slowly before straightening. The wince that she tried to hide did not go unnoticed.

“I’m fine. Let’s go again.”

Shangqi’s head tilted and his eyes narrowed slightly, this time with suspicion.

“Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with taking a break. Maybe get a sip of water-”

“I’m fine, Shangqi, okay? I’m...I’m good.”

The conviction in her voice was enough for him to slowly nod his head before taking stance. His eyes watched her carefully as she did the same, and once he was satisfied that she was ready, he resumed their dance around each other.

He threw easily avoidable hits while still watching the way she reacted. Her eyebrows were pinched in concentration as she blocked his hits, her feet moving in the way he had taught her.

For a brief moment, she felt pride and forgot about the pain that gripped her head. All of the sparring lessons were culminating into something she was proud of.

But then Shangqi had to throw a punch while simultaneously going for her exposed bottom half.

She had managed to block the hit, but she had been too oblivious of her open leg area.

Y/N felt herself falling and managed to right her foot enough to where her impact with the mat was more controlled. An almost embarrassing “oof” fell from her lips as she quite literally landed on her ass.

It only took a few seconds for Shangqi to approach her, his hand held out to help her up.

“We’re taking a break. I’ll go get your water.”

The finality of his words paired with her own frustration resulted in a pang of anger quickly running through her.

She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up quickly, her mouth forming words of insistence that only dissipated as black spots crowded her vision.

She rapidly blinked her eyes, but only seemed to make it worse. The pain in her head had decided to make itself known once again, and it came with a vengeance.

This time, she couldn’t stop the small groan from escaping her mouth as her hand raised and gripped her head.

The pain was unbearable now, akin to having one’s head slammed into a metal pole without the relief of eventually passing out. She could feel the throbbing at the base of her neck, and the pain had started to make her stomach churn.

She should have listened to him. She should have stopped earlier.

Y/N hadn’t realized that she was swaying, leaning a little too far in one direction, until she felt soft, calloused hands land on her arms.

“Y/N...Y/N, talk to me. What’s going on?”

As she spoke, Shangqi gently guided her down until she was safely kneeling on the floor, no longer swaying on her feet. He wasted no time in kneeling in front of her, his hands moving to cup her face.

“Come on, take deep breaths. Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Y/N spoke quietly and through clenched teeth, her hand continuing to put pressure against her temple.

“Migraine.”

The sigh that left Shangqi’s mouth was sympathetic as he rubbed her cheek. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead before slowly rising and bringing her with him.

He had no trouble supporting her weight as he led her in the direction of his room, leaving the open space behind them.

In reality, it had only taken a minute or so to get to Shangqi’s room, but every step had felt like 10 to Y/N. She was acutely aware of Shangqi turning off every light as they walked, and if she weren’t so busy making sure her lunch stayed down, she would have expressed her love and gratitude for his actions.

She simply let Shangqi guide her to wherever she needed to go, knowing and trusting without a doubt that he would take care of her.

He only proceeded to prove her right as he wasted no time in walking her towards his bed and gently lowering her onto it. As soon as she was situated, he quietly walked around the bed and turned off every remaining light, the tv, and even closed the blinds.

In only a span of a few seconds, he had grabbed a glass of water and the medicine she had left at his place for a situation exactly like this.

“Y/N, here’s your medicine. Come on, babe. I just need you to take this real quick.”

With an agonized groan and her eyes still tightly shut, Y/N slowly sat up. Her hands blindly reached out, prompting Shangqi to drop her pill into her hand followed by the glass of water. She took the medicine quickly and without hesitation, before holding it out once more.

Shangqi’s hands shot out, one grabbing the glass while the other gently landed on her back, keeping her from laying back down.

A noise between a soft cry and a groan left Y/N’s mouth at being stopped, but the slight annoyance she had quickly dissipated as Shangqi gently crawled into bed in front of her.

All while whispering apologies to her, he maneuvered their bodies to where they could lay down with Y/N completely covering his body with her own.

There had been a question on the tip of her tongue as he had moved them, but it all made sense when his hands raised and started massaging her temples, gingerly but with enough pressure to ease the pain.

She felt his lips touch her hair, and it made a lone tear slip from her tear line. The tears that formed as a result of pain only fell as a result of being cared and loved for.

But Shangqi had interpreted the new tear stain on his shirt as one of pain. He spoke softly with his lips pressed to her head.

“I know. I know, I’m sorry I can’t do more.”

His words made her arms tighten where they were wound around his torso. As she spoke, more tears fell from her eyes.

“You do more than enough, Shangqi. You’re more than enough.”

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I hope you all enjoyed this! Like I said, this is a comfort fic that I really wrote for myself, but decided to post it here! I do deal with chronic migraines, and with every migraine comes a great disdain for everyone in the immediate vicinity....but I just KNOW that Shangqi would do anything to help me feel better, so I wanted to write it!

This week has been reaaaalllyy tough so far between work, class, and personal issues, so that’s another reason why this is a comfort fic, it helped me escape life while I was writing.

But once again, I hope you all enjoyed this! Please like, reblog, and/or leave a comment. Literally whenever someone leaves a comment, it makes my day!

OH! I’m also thinking about making a tag list! 👀👀

Stay safe, y’all!

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iwadori · 3 years

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Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

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Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week, from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

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fernweh-writes · 3 years

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How do you think the slashers would react to their s/o just crumbling to the floor because of a severe migraine

My chronic migraines give me plenty of experience with this one. Enjoy luv!

-Fern🌿

Slashers x S/O With Severe Migraines

Michael Myers

Michael would freak out, but of course you would never know that, he’s as expressionless as ever. But he’s worried about you, he’s never seen you in so much pain and he hates not knowing how to help. So when you crumble to the ground with your head in your hands his first instinct is to pick you up.

Does his best to do what you normally do whenever you have a migraine or bad headache. After getting you tucked into bed he closes the blinds remembering how you would throw an arm over your eyes to block out the light. Brings you a glass of water and some pain killers to try and help with the persistent pain.

You won’t have to worry about loud noises being an issue either considering Michael always moves around quietly. It’s a quality of his that normally annoys you since he scares the crap out of you so often but in the moment you’ve never been more grateful that your giant of a boyfriend is so quite.

If the nausea gets to you and you make a run for the bathroom, Michael will disappear. He may care about you but he’s not going to hold your hair back for you or anything. Will show up to carry you back to the bed once more though. Even he won’t leave you lying on the cold floor.

Bo Sinclair

Bo may have experience with extreme hangovers but he doesn’t have any experience with severe migraines. At first, when you begin to complain about the pain he teases you about it. “It can’t be that bad, darlin’, you’re just bein’ dramatic.” He simply doesn’t understand the severity of your migraines, so you can imagine his surprise when you fall to the ground grimacing and taking deep breaths.

He does his best to appear nonchalant but you can still tell he’s panicking. Bo’s not stupid, he knows you have a pretty good pain tolerance and has witnessed it first hand. So he understands that you have to be in some serious pain to just crumble to the ground like that.

Carries you up the stairs to the bedroom and just awkwardly hovers. Eventually he decides to ask Vincent for his help. Bo knows everything there is to know about cars but he’s helpless when it comes to fixing up people.

His best idea is to just lay with you and rub circles onto your skin in a poor attempt to distract you from the pain and discomfort. Keeps asking what he can do to help when really the best thing he could do is stop asking questions and learn to shut up for once in his life. If you snap at him he decides that he can allow it use this once but don’t ever try to again.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent spend most of his time underneath Ambrose in his workshop. So when he finally reappears on the surface only to find you sitting on the kitchen floor with your head in your hands he’s immediately worried and begins to fret over you.

I’m convinced that Vincent actually knows a lot about medicine. His messed up father most definitely left behind a bunch of medical textbooks in his office as well as a few medical journals as well. Reading all of them in his free time has given him a great understanding of anatomy and the human body. How else would he be so good with handling the bodies. He can properly administer a sedative, stitch people up, and accurately slice the Achilles’ tendon, those things aren’t just common knowledge.

This makes Vincent the best equipped slasher to help you through any migraine. He’ll scoop you up and carry you to bed making sure the room stays dark and quite. If you want him to stay with you he will, otherwise he will leave you be and just occasionally pop in to check on you. If Bo comes home shouting Vincent will deal with him immediately.

Memorizes all of your migraine triggers and does his best to help you avoid them. While Vincent has sadistic tendencies he never wants to see you in pain. Especially not in so much pain that you fall to the floor and curl up on yourself like that.

Thomas Hewitt

The Hewitt household is always filled with loud noises and commotion. Whether it be screams, yelling, slamming doors, or the sound of a chainsaw there’s always some type of loud noise. But with so much to be done around the house and your need to carry your own weight, you do your best to push through the pain that begins in your head. But as the pain intensifies and the noises around you just continue to grow louder, you fall to the ground.

When Thomas finds you curled in on yourself he panics. Doing his best to be gentle, he picks you up and does the only thing he knows to do. Setting you down on the kitchen table he pulls Luda Mae over to you. His momma is the only person he can think of to help you out. Sure enough, she’s able to assess your migraine quickly and gets Thomas to carry you up to bed and close the curtains to try and block out the sun.

For once in a long time, the house is quite. There is no yelling, no screaming, and definitely no chainsaw. Luda Mae makes sure to keep Hoyt and Monty quiet while Thomas makes sure to not leave your side. The bodies can be dealt with tomorrow no matter how much crap he gets from Hoyt. Right now, Thomas is focused on making sure that you’re okay and fetches you anything that you need.

Brahms Heelshire

It’s no secret that Brahms watches you all day long. Whether he’s glued to your hip or within the walls, you can always feel his eyes on you and Brahms always finds a way to make his presence known. So when your migraine hits an unbearable point and the world begins to sway, you decide to sit on the middle of the floor.

Seeing you suddenly drop to the ground has Brahms panicking from his spot within the walls. You can hear him move around with loud thunks which only causes you to wince and press your hands to your head in an attempt to block out the noise. His whines of concern when he reach you don’t help either and you snap.

Brahms has never seen you snap at him like that but he’s also never seen you hurt like this so he feels very conflicted. Eventually he reasons that for now he can help you so that you’re no longer in pain. But lashing out at him like that is behavior that can’t go unpunished. So all the while he’s helping you and being on his best behavior he’s thinking of all the ways he can punish you when you feel better.

Billy Loomis

Billy isn’t good at taking care of people, half the time he can’t even do a good job of showing he cares. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s still very protective over you though. So when you crumble to the ground at one of Stu’s parties with tears beginning to form in your eyes he immediately grabs you and carries you to an empty room away fro any people.

When you explain to him that it’s a migraine and all the noise and flashing lights are only making it worse he’s immediately getting you in the car and carrying you home, no complaints. Billy refuses to keep you in a place that’s only going to make you feel worse even if he doesn’t know how to help you get rid of your migraine.

Once you make it home he carries you to bed and hands you water and pain killers. After listening to your instructions to hit the lights he crawls into bed beside you. Even after you manage to fall asleep he’s staying up worrying over you. Billy enjoys seeing people hurt, he’s crazy enough to stab his own best friend with no remorse. Even then, he quickly decides that he never wants to see you hurt and does everything he can to prevent that.

Stu Macher

Stu’s not great with empathy, he does a terrible job of reading the room, and he does a bad job of helping other people most of the time. So seeing you curl up on the ground makes him nervous. He knows you have migraines from time to time but usually you’re able to handle them on you’re own. The most you ever get him to do is fetch you water or Tylenol.

He panics as he helps you up off the ground, not knowing what to do with you. He considers carrying you to bed but decides that the couch is much closer. Pulling a blanket off of the back he drapes it over you, making sure to turn off the TV so it doesn’t bother you.

For the first time in his life Stu manages to be quite. Since he can’t ramble though he finds himself fidgeting around, biting at the skin around his nails. Listening to your small groans and whines of pain make him want to do something, anything. Knowing that all he can do is wait makes him feel helpless and useless.

Stu goes out of his way to help you avoid anything that might trigger your migraines. If you get a sever migraine while out in public he will come pick you up so that you dont’ have to drive yourself home. The two of you can worry about your car later, he’s just worried about making you feel better.

Jesse Cromeans

This man has his own medical staff just on standby at all times. Having any sort of severe or chronic migraines is no problem when you’re with Jesse. One phone call and he can find you the best doctor in the whole country.

Seeing you curl into a ball as you sit on the ground has him calling Spann and telling her to clear his schedule for the rest of the day. You are his top priority, he can handle business another day. Even if it was something important he has a whole team of people that are more than capable of handling the situation for the time being. He’ll make sure that you get some rest knowing that a nap usually helps to eradicate your pain.

If he happens to bring you along to one of his warehouses and end up with a migraine though then he begins to get nervous. You’re more likely to be put in danger there, so he’ll be reluctant to bring you along again. Jesse will have you sit in his lap and anyone that barges in yelling about “business affairs” then he’ll quickly get rid of them.

Black out curtains. He knows that the light streaming through the windows can make your migraines so much worse. So he would make sure to have blackout curtains in your bedroom so that no light can get through and you can rest peacefully. Nothing like a dark and quiet room when your head feels like it’s about to explode.

Asa Emory

If this happens while you’re still trapped in his hotel of horror, then you’re just kind of SOL. Asa has cameras in every room so he most definitely knows that you’re in pain. On the bright side the hotel is pretty dark and quiet so there’s not much that will make your migraine worse. Unless Asa decides to torture you by turning on extra bright lights or causing a scene just for some noise to irritate you.

If you’re still in the hotel, but Asa has grown fond of you then he may show some mercy. Sadly that mercy comes in the form simply knocking you out with any method he deems convenient. Lucky you, you wont be hit upside the head because he knows that would just make things worse.

However, if he’s decided to make you his a little house spouse, then he tends to be more gentle. His house is quiet and the dimly lit bedroom is your safe haven whenever your head starts to hurt. If you fall to the ground he’ll carry you to bed. Making sure to remind you how weak and pathetic you are, you wouldn’t be able to do anything without him to take care of you.

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goddess-evelle · 3 years

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Someone requested this:

Yoo thought of a idea hear me out

Poly dream team x fm y/n

Okay so y/n is having a really bad week like really really bad, and when she gets home to the boys she has like the biggest mental breakdown, she throws things, she shouts a whole load of crap, once she is done shouting and breaking things she hudles in a ball and starts crying.

The boys try to calm her down while also dogging all the things she is throwing they try yelling her name but she can't hear them since she in like her 'own little world'. They leave her for a bit and they have a little talk to try and figure out what happened to her.

By the time she has calmed down she talks to the boys and it turn into a really heartwarming cute ass fluff.

Please can you do this pleaseeee😖

Warnings: Just fluffy

Dream team x fem reader

Okay, so I am not the best at writing fluff, but I gave it a try. <3

Your head banged on the table in front of you. You just got home from college. Your professor had given yet another essay. You were so tired of written essays. You had 5 essays to do, and while you had 2 of them started; they were so much trouble to write. You just wanted to lay in bed for 5 minutes minimum; you just needed to close your eyes for 5 minutes. You had been working so much; barely sleeping so that you could take advantage of the few hours the night provided. Your mind had been too busy thinking of themes to write about. The professor really thought that having a book helped; that only mad you want to slap him. Of course, it’s easier with a book; if he hadn’t given 3 books for 3 of the essays. The problem was that your other 2 professors thought the same thing giving you 2 more books to do the other two essays. You rolled your eyes as you tried to think of how to start the essay. Your eyes lighted up as a thought ran through your mind. Your hands moved quickly on the keyboard as you chased the idea squeezing the juice, and writing as much as you could. Your mind flowed as you wrote for what felt like hours. Your hands becoming numb by the time you finished.

You let out a sigh as you stretched limbs separating as your bones cracked. You looked at the hour 5:45 am you hadn’t even realized it was that early; you started at 11:13 pm working on the essay, so naturally you were a little tired, but you knew better than going to sleep. Thanks to those extra hours you were able to complete two essays which meant you only needed to finish two more, and you would be free to do whatever you wanted. You headed to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. However, when you reached the kitchen; the boys were standing right next to the coffee maker. You try to breathe as a you try to relax; spending many hours in front of the computer had given you a migraine. You close your eyes tightly as you gulped making your way to the coffee maker. Before you could even touch it; George’s hand came to stop you.

“You can’t just drink coffee all day; you have to sleep” George starts, and you can only roll your eyes. You didn’t have time for this; you just wanted to finish your essays you already had 3 done. You just needed an extra cup of coffee to finish the other 2 essays. You did not have time to be talking right now you had to finish your essays.

“I just want a cup of coffee; it’s no big deal. I just need to finish two of my essays” You say trying to keep your voice low; even though your mind rushed with angry thoughts. Why did they have to interfere in your life? It annoyed you; they didn’t even know how it felt to be surrounded by essays and projects.

“You took three cups of coffee yesterday; I saw you. You have to sleep; you’ve been drinking coffee none stop, and you are not even eating properly” Dream spoke up this time only making you angrier.

“I can’t sleep yet!” You yelled out before being able to stop yourself. “I have two more essays to finish; I just need to keep going, and I will be fine. I will eat after I finish them. I just really need to finish it.” You say voice desperate for some coffee your eyes could barely stay opened. The boys knew what a lack of sleep could do to a person that is why they tried to let you be, but it had gone too far. They had tried to make you eat something, but you refused saying that you didn’t have time. They were scared that you would get sick for not taking care of yourself properly.

“Y/n just please take a break. Your other two essays are due Friday, right? It’s Tuesday; I’m sure you have enough time to finish them.” Sapnap tried to help, but you only saw red.

“I have to finish them now! My mind is just working so fast; I finished three essays already. My mind is just flowing with ideas. I need to finish them now.” You said voice getting louder and louder as they didn’t give you what you wanted.

“We will not let you go back to writing unless you sleep for at least 8 hours” Dream started.

“And- you have to eat at least three meals during the day” Sapnap added trying to persuade you into giving in. You didn’t have any of it; eyes seeing red as you throw your coffee mug to the ground. The ceramic breaking instantly.

“I will not go to sleep! I just need coffee, and I will be good to go! Just get out of my fucking way!” You were completely yelling, and you could only think of the coffee. You pushed pass George as you got to the coffee maker only for Dream to snap it from your hold. Strong arm holding the coffee maker so that you couldn’t use it.

“The fuck are you doing?! Give it! I need the coffee” You said as you yanked the coffee maker towards you; Dream however, did not let go. A few seconds passed as you tried to get the coffee maker; only for Dream’s hand to slip as the coffee maker came crashing to the ground. You stared angrily at the shattered coffee maker that was pretty much useless now. Your body had taken too much as you slide to the ground looking at the coffee maker. Your mind rushed with thoughts as you began crying; the stress from college being too much. You cried to your heart’s content; you looked at Dream before standing from your spot on the floor saying:

“Why the fuck would you do that? Are you fucking stupid?” The words leaving your lips without a second thought as you confronted Dream; now coming chest to chest with him as you looked up at him rage taking over your actions. Your mind being too caught up on the stress to even think. Dream talked to you, but you didn’t even hear what he said.

“I’ve had enough of this. You will go to the bedroom, and you will sleep! I do not care what you want you have to sleep” Dream spoke to you his words being rough as he talked to you. He was done with this he could not let you treat yourself this way; you were hurting yourself for some stupid essays. You moved closer to him as your mind is blank; not even a single thought of what he just said. You knew he was talking, but your mind was too tired to pay attention.

“Y/n please, we don’t want you to get hurt. You could get sick” Sapnap tried, but before he could finish George moved towards you putting a hand on your cheek finally gaining your attention as he said “Exactly, what good are you if you get sick now? You won’t even be able to finish the essays. Just take a break; go sleep, and eat something.” Your eyes widened as you realized what they were saying; they were right; you could get sick, and then you wouldn’t be able to finish the essays. You gave George a small nod as he took you to the bedroom to get you to sleep.

“I swear to god. She always does what George tells her to.” Sapnap grunted being slightly jealous of George’s ability to make you obey him. Dream laughed at Sapnap’s words knowing it was true. George knew how to get you to follow his words.

You opened your eyes to find the boys looking at you. Sapnap had a bowl of food in his hand. While Dream had a water bottle. You sat up as Sapnap handed you the food.

“Thank you” you said, but your mind rushed with what happened earlier. “I am sorry about earlier; I didn’t mean to be rude. I just- I’m just stressed” You said trying to explain yourself.

“We know; it’s okay. We are not mad at you; we just want you to take care of yourself. We love you so much; we don’t want anything bad happening to you.” George said while he engulfed you in a hug.

“We are here to help. You can talk to us about whatever you want. We love you so much; we are here for you” Sapnap said holding your hand. Dream bent down to give you a kiss, and the three of you laid in bed as the boys watched you eat some much-needed food. The night ended with you finishing your two essays as the boys cuddled, and kissed you until you all fell asleep.

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hear me out yandere god Wilbur falling for Reader who is a dancer and even though Reader is a dancer they don’t worship the god of music Wilbur but instead a different god (whatever god of your choice)

Ughghg Gods make the brain go brrrrr I sweaaaarrrr I love writing possessive gods. It's so great. I want to see more God AUs of MCYTs.

Pretty lame compared to my normal writing tbh

Dance for Me (Yandere!God!C!Wilbur x GN!Dancer!Reader) Headcanon/Fic

(Hints of Yandere!God!C!Dream x Reader)

He wanted more parties.

He wanted any little excuse to see that little dancer again.

It didn't matter how much he hated Dream, if inviting him to his parties meant he brought that dancer over, by gods he would beg Dream to stay longer.

When Tommy told him he was invited to a massive peace treaty banquet, he dreaded going.

He hated so many of the other gods and honestly, it didn't seem worth the migraine.

But there was wine.

He must've been close to downing his fifth cup when he saw the most lovely figure he's ever seen.

They twirled around Dream in a perfectly rehearsed pattern, the green fabrics of their clothing swiping through the air with delicate grace.

He was pissed, seeing how the God was skillfully ignoring you to talk to George, missing the beautiful display you were putting on.

"I'm going to hate every second of this..." Wilbur murmured under his breath as he pushed open the door, a few of his dancers and servants in tow behind him, one holding his beloved guitar as instructed.

The massive golden room with a long grand table standing in the centre. Placed strategically around the dark oak table were dozens of thrones, styled to suit each god that was likely attending. There were quite a few dancers dressed in their gods' respective colours, as well as a few servants standing behind their gods' thrones, waiting for commands.

Giving a sigh, he dragged his feet towards his throne that was decorated to his liking and plopped down in it, immediately grabbing the glass of wine that was placed in front of his blank plate. Beside him, his father who was sitting on a black-feathered throne, chuckling to himself, "Long day, mate?"

"I hate here..." He mumbled bitterly into his glass, downing the scarlet coloured liquid as quickly as he could to make this event more bearable, "Why would I want to be in a room with Tommy AND Dream?"

Philza chuckled quietly and have him a pat on the shoulder, "Yeah, yeah, trust me, I know." He shook his head before adjusting his hat, "It'll go quickly, just focus on the wine and dancers. You'll be fine."

Once he got a refill on his glass, he began downing it again as people began to party and celebrate. Honestly, he couldn't chug the glasses of wine down fast enough, the party just got more and more annoying. Anything from Tommy's breathing being slightly too loud, to Techno's usual snippy remarks, even Dream's very existence, everything was filling him with unnecessary anger and annoyance.

By his fifth or sixth glass, he was about to stand up and leave, until the flowing of green fabric brushing past his vision caught his attention. Normally, he would just ignore it, as he was used to fabric always flitting around him (albeit his dancers were dressed in tans, golds and yellows) but the movements were so... different.

He lifted his head completely and stared in shock. There was an elegant figure twirling around Dream in a perfectly rehearsed routine, their lime green silken and chiffon fabrics with diamond and white gemstones tied perfectly around their smooth (s/t) skin. Their soft (h/l) (h/c) hair was neatly styled out of the way while perfectly accenting their flowing movements.

Wilbur's mouth parted slightly in shock as he watched the beautiful dance, which is more than Dream was doing. The idiot was ignoring such a beautiful dance to talk to George, which made him realize that Dream didn't need such a skilled dancer in his court. Wilbur wanted them in his court, and by the gods, he would worship them as if they were a god and he was a mere peasant. Whether they wanted him to or not.

Time must've passed very quickly because, by the time he had shaken himself out of his stupor, he saw Dream staring at him from across the table with a knowing smug grin and his hand on the dancer's mostly bare hip.

"Stunning, aren't they?" He smirked, looking up at them, "This is my lead dancer and my personal favourite of my worshipers. Introduce yourself to him, Doll, let the other gods know who you are. And how you belong to me."

Wilbur was almost trapped in a state of awe as they hurriedly went around the table before stopping at the side of his throne, immediately dropping into a bow, "(Y/n) (L/n), Lead dancer of Dream's temple. Thank you for allowing me to be in your presence. How can I please you, God of Music?" While their lines seemed a bit robotic and possibly more rehearsed than their dances, the God found himself melting at the sound of their voice.

"Please, continue dancing, and enjoy the party to your heart's content."

You honestly were quite tired from dancing all day and all night, but such is life.

Dream definitely wasn't the most merciful god.

But the praises you received from the harsh god made your heart soar. It felt nice to be treated so sweetly by someone who was considered cruel.

The banquet was filled with laughter and joyous music, dancers in different outfits and colours expertly twirling around their gods in an attempt to appease them and hold their attention for long enough.

You briefly glanced over in time to see the God of Music staring at you with his mouth parted in shock.

The amount of pride that filled you as you realized you had another gods attention was almost overwhelming.

Unconsciously, you found yourself dancing more elegantly and passionately, determined to keep his attention on you, and you only.

Your movements stopped immediately once you felt a calloused hand place itself around you and land on your waist.

Keeping your head down respectfully, you tried your best to ignore the murmuring of the two gods, but couldn't help but bite your lip at the praise Dream was giving to you.

After introducing yourself to Wilbur, Dream told you to follow his orders and continue enjoying the rest of the party.

"Name your price for them." Wilbur turned to Dream the second the dancer left his side, "Anything. Everything. Now."

"Eager, aren't we?" The man smirked, adjusting his position to lean forward slightly, "Is your attention that easy to grab, Wilbur? A mere dancer with skill and a tiny bit of green fabric?"

Hiding his growl in a sip of wine, the music god rolled his eyes, "They have immense amounts of skill, they should be worshipped rather than worship. Name your price, Dream, I want that dancer and I will do anything it takes to have them in my grasp."

"Hmm... I'm not sure... They are very good at their job, and I quite like their presence around my temple. Isn't your temple's independence enough? Or are you not satisfied? Always wanting more and more..." He shook his head in mock disappointment, "I'll give them to you... But just know, you owe me one of your dancers and a favour. Where I can ask for anything I want from you."

"Deal," Wilbur smirked, barely thinking about it. He would lay down his entire temple for that single dancer. With a quick motion, he signalled one of his best dancers over and told her that she now belonged to Dream, and in response, Dream called the lead dancer over and told them the same thing.

While the two dancers were surprised, they knew not to disobey orders and went around the table to meet their new gods more personally.

The second (Y/n) got close enough, Wilbur pulled them into his lap and held them close, gently holding their chin so they would look at him, "Hello, (Y/n), you're going to be worshipping me from now on. Now, let's get you out of this... Awful colour..." He gently grabbed at your lime coloured clothing, turning it into a golden hue after touching it.

Upon seeing their shocked expression, he smirked.

"Only gods are supposed to wear gold, my darling, and you fit the bill quite well."

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