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leighsartworks216 · 5 months

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Migraine Pain

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Wrote this for me bc I have a migraine rn and I want Astarion to act as my personal cold pack. Beginning of Astarion's dialogue taken from the vid Neil did of an Astarion wake up call lol

Not proofread bc brain hurts

Warnings: migraine descriptions, pain, light angst if you squint, swearing, OOC Shadowheart

Word Count: 1,839

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The two knocks at the door split your skull. Each one like an iron spike hammered into your temples. All you could do was hide deeper under the covers, hoping they would muffle the sound enough to stop hurting.

“Darling, get up,” Astarion called through the wood. Two more knocks accentuated his annoyance. He groaned when he didn’t hear any movement. “Get the fuck up!”

You wished you could tell him what was going on - really you did. But the slightest twitch from your tadpole was enough to have you wishing for death. Hells, you’d make a deal with Raphael with unbalanced terms just so it would go away! Instead, all you could do was wait it out. It would be a long wait indeed.

With another irritated sigh, you could hear the familiar scrape of his lockpicking tools working at the lock. Even the quiet metal-on-metal grated right against your eardrums. Fortunately, he was exceptionally skilled, because with a click the door was swinging open.

He rolled his eyes when he saw the lump of your body underneath the blankets. “My gods, you’re so lazy. Just like Gale.” His footsteps, even as an elven rogue, were too damn loud. You pressed your nose into the mattress, willing the thumping pulse in your head to stop. It thudded behind your eyes with each step.

In one swift motion, the blankets that provided the small mercy of darkness were whipped off of you. You curled as tightly into yourself as possible, covering your head with your arms to block out the sunlight streaming into your room. Astarion scoffed.

“Get out of bed and get up!” He gestured to the window. Even though you couldn’t see it, you could hear the rustling of his shirt. “It’s the morning. Listen, I might be a vampire that’s been away from the sun for 200 years, and I can actually now walk in it thanks to a tadpole that’s induced my mind,” he rambled, before huffing indignantly, “but even I don’t rest in!”

Now was the worst time for his dramatics. You usually adored how sassy and silly he could be, but now it just drove a stake through your brain. Even the Absolute couldn’t cause a pain this agonizing.

You whimpered, reaching out with one arm to swat him away. You missed. “Please, stop,” you whined. “Head hurts.”

He clicked his tongue. “Nothing the cleric can’t fix. C’mon, she can do whatever it is she does on our way out of here.”

You shook your head slowly, burying your face further and further into the bed. Gods, why did it have to hurt so fucking bad? Your chest tightened as the burn of tears stung at your eyes. Even crying hurt. Your body trembled and shook, your hands tangling into your hair to press at your affliction, as choked sobs suffocated you. Each gasp for air felt like a vice gripping your brain.

“Darling?” Astarion spoke, much softer. You couldn’t answer. He sighed softly, no longer annoyed. Well, a little annoyed. He dragged the blankets back up to your shoulders. “I’ll get Shadowheart.”

His footsteps were much lighter as he rushed out of your room. Was… this the work of the tadpoles? But wouldn’t they be affected, too? Ugh, why couldn’t anything be simple in this damn group of weirdos?

Shadowheart rushed in a moment later, remembering to keep her steps light halfway to you. She knelt down, frowning at the sight of the group’s leader so shaken. “Is it a migraine?” she whispered.

A sharp pain bolted through your temples as you nodded. You whimpered.

She sighed quietly. There was nothing her magic could do; migraines weren’t something she could just heal. “I’ll tell the others and whip up some tea, alright?”

She didn’t wait for your answer and set to work closing the curtains over the windows. Astarion frowned, missing the golden light already. “What’s wrong with them?”

Shadowheart put a finger over her lips with a glare. He scowled, but didn’t say anything. She only spoke when she was right next to him in the doorway. “They have a migraine. They’re extremely sensitive to light and sound right now.”

“Can’t you do something?” He glared impatiently at her, crossing his arms.

“There’s nothing for it. All we can do is wait. I suggest getting comfortable - we’re not leaving today.” She slipped past him, back down the stairs to the rest of your anxious companions.

He tapped his arm as he watched the lump under the blankets shift slowly as you finally uncovered your head. Baldur’s Gate was so close. Cazador was so close. They couldn’t deal with these delays when he was so damn close to being honestly, truly free.

He hadn’t moved from his post by the door when Shadowheart returned with a steaming cup of tea. She placed it carefully on your bedside table. “Drink this,” she whispered. “It should help with the pain.”

You nodded slightly, wiping at your face. She offered a little sympathetic smile. She gave Astarion a stern look as she passed. “Don’t try taking a nibble, vampire.”

He forced a sweet smile. “Offering yourself up instead?”

She scoffed, scrunching her nose up at the mere thought. “They need rest. And you leering over them isn’t going to help.” She left once more, with a last cursory glance over her shoulder to see if he’d leave.

Once she was out of sight, Astarion stepped into the room, softly closing the door behind him. His feet barely made a sound as he found his way back to your side. At least you weren’t curled up into a little ball anymore. Or crying. Small mercies, he supposed. He had no idea how to deal with someone being sick, let alone someone crying.

You looked at the cup on the table. Liquid salvation. The real trick was being able to drink it.

With a deep breath, you forced yourself to sit up, wincing and whimpering with every jerky motion. He was honestly shocked you didn’t jump when he grabbed your arm to help, but perhaps you really were that out of it. Or you knew he was there. Either way, you thank him in the smallest, most pathetic voice he’s ever heard.

Comfortably propped up on a stack of pillows against the headboard, you reached over to try grabbing the cup. He caught your hand just before you knocked the cup over.

“Careful, darling,” he chastised quietly. With a put-out sigh, he sat down at the edge of the bed and picked up the cup. He brought the rim to your lips. “Since you’re so incapable…”

You carefully took a sip. Your whole face relaxed at the warmth, and the soothing herbs mixed in. It wouldn’t be an immediate remedy, but it was a very pleasant one. After you eagerly drained half the cup, he set it back on the table. You sighed with relief, content in the knowledge even a single percentile of your pain could be eased away.

“You don’t have to stay,” you mumbled, watching him through squinted eyes. Even the dimness of the room was too bright for you.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Least I could do after such a rude awakening.”

You chuckled, but the sound was cut short with a strong wince. You sat there for a moment, face pinched and brow tight as you waited for the sting to pass. Once it did, your face softened once more.

“How bad is it?”

“Like Dwarves are taking pickaxes to my temples in search of gold.” You took a breath. “And like an ogre is sitting on my head.”

He huffed a laugh. “Not much I can do to help with that, love.”

You hummed, shaking your head ever so slightly. You didn’t want to go jostling the miners when they were so damned hard at work.

With a small gesture toward the cup, Astarion helped you finish off the last half of the tea. A small dribble fell from the corner of your mouth down your chin. He caught it with his thumb quickly, the knuckles of his closed hand brushing your cheek. You leaned into the touch immediately, without even thinking about it. You sighed with relief.

“You’re cold.”

“Mm. Comes with being undead.” He set the cup aside, but allowed his hand to linger. In fact, he opened it up so he cupped your cheek with his palm. A sharp chill raced down your spine, but you didn’t pull away.

It was curious, how easily you placed yourself in his care. Watching as your eyes shut in easy tranquility as you indulged in the coolness of his hand, how relaxed you became - it surprised him. You always found new ways to amaze him.

Slowly, not wishing to jostle you, he moved to press his hand to your temple. If he thought you were relaxed before, this was utter bliss. “Gods, don’t stop,” you begged.

He glanced at the door, half expecting Shadowheart to burst in and yell at him for disturbing you. But nothing happened. Still, it would be better to avoid being told off. He pulled away, but kept a hand on your arm. “Lay down, dove.”

Whether out of desperation to have him acting as a cold compress once more or just to take the pressure off your brain, you complied in a heartbeat. Slowly, you shimmied back down into the covers, head situated on a pillow once more.

Astarion thought for a moment. Did he really want to keep sitting here, back tiring out, arms reaching for hours? You whined, placing a hand over his on your arm, asking without words for relief. He hushed you.

As quickly as he could without shaking the bed, he stood, rounded it, and slipped in under the covers beside you. You gravitated toward him immediately, even as you winced. Head on his chest, arms clinging to him like a babe holding onto its mother, you relaxed into the natural chill he offered. He rested a hand back on your cheek, but slid the other to the back of your neck. That was the sweet spot, it seemed; you practically melted in his arms.

It wasn’t long before you were fast asleep, lulled into peace with the aid of the tea. He stared at the dark curtains blocking out the sun. One more day couldn’t hurt, surely. Not that they really had a choice, but…

You stirred in your sleep, turning your head to press your nose further into the ruffles of his shirt. Like this - bags under your eyes, hair a mess, a bit pallid - he was sure. He would Ascend. You’d never have to suffer like this again. Neither of you would. He’d be the most powerful man in the lands, with you at his side. Never again would he have to live in fear, bound in chains to someone else.

He sighed and rested his cheek lightly on your head. Gods. Just a few days now.

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 21

part 1 | part 20 | ao3

“Right?” Steve asks, scratching his head as he glances back at the door.

“No, I meant you, dingus! What the fuck was that with you?”

Steve feels his face go hot. “What? What do you mean?”

She throws her hands in the air, stomping over so she can get in his face and say, “Don’t ‘what do you mean’ me. Your faces” —she lifts her hands like she’s about to applaud, palms hovering an inch apart— “were like thiiis close to just…”

She claps them together, and Steve feels the blood drain right back out of his face, dread pooling in his gut as she twists her palms this way and that, like two people tilting their heads to kiss deeper. Oh, god. Oh, god. Were they—?

“Mwah,” Robin says helpfully, mashing her hands more tightly together. “Mwah mwah mwah mwah—”

Steve grabs her by the wrist. “Dude. Stop.”

She drops her hands and stares at him — one of those Detective Buckley looks, combing over every inch of his soul for missed clues — and then her mouth does some horribly self-satisfied thing that he hates. “If I didn’t know any better,” she draws, “I’d say someone has a crush.”

I’d say someone has a crush someone has a crush someone has a crush someone has a

Steve’s gonna pass out. The words feel like bile in his brain, acidic and sharp; like puking right after chugging a glass of orange juice. It’s not like he’s—

Look, he knows that he’s— but—

The bell dings. Thank fucking Christ. A big family group, three generations of people talking and laughing and fussing over a baby in a stroller and carrying leftovers from the Italian place down the strip.

Steve sags in relief.

Robin hisses in his ear, “We are so not done talking about this.”

—

He doesn’t want to talk about it.

About Eddie, about the word Robin lobbed at him like a lit bottle rocket, about any of it.

Just thinking about it is giving him a stomach ulcer and a migraine and maybe an aneurysm, too.

He was hoping he made that obvious enough during the last hour of their shift that Robin would just drop it, but that girl has never dropped a single thing in her life. Worse than Nancy, the little bloodhound. Steve saw this documentary once about crocodiles; remembers how they can lock their jaws shut after clamping down on their prey with up to 4000 PSI of pressure.

That’s enough pressure to cut a person’s arm off with a jet of water.

Damn, nature’s cool.

“Steve!”

You know who’s not cool?

“Steve!” Robin hollers again over the song he’s currently blasting to drown her out on the drive home. “Steve, you can’t use ABBA against me like this!”

Steve ignores her protests, responds by shout-singing “DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEN, OOH OOOOOH” at her in his most nasal falsetto because he absolutely can and will use ABBA against her like this, and it works like a charm. He’s pretty sure this song has, like, hypnotic power over her or something, because every time without fail she gives the answering “ooh-oo-oo-ooh-ooh-oooooh” as if on auto-pilot.

“HEY!” she shouts when she realizes what she’s doing. “No sir!” She reaches over and mashes the volume button.

Silence falls over the car. Sucks the air out of Steve’s lungs in the sudden void; his ears adjust slowly, picking up the quiet thrum of the engine, the whispered whoosh of the wind outside. Is he ever going to get used to being kind-of-sort-of-deaf? This shit sucks.

“...Okay, look,” Robin says tentatively. She’s staring at the side of his head, and he keeps his eyes on the road; tightens his grip on the wheel. “We don’t have to talk about you, okay?”

“There’s nothing to talk about with me.”

“Right!” she rushes to agree. Playing along like they don’t both know that’s bullshit. “Totally.”

Steve risks a glance at her. Her expression is earnest, some full-paragraph silent communication like: whatever bathroom-floor-confessional crisis you’re having, we can leave it alone for now. We can let it stay hidden in the dark corners for a little longer; I promise I’ll put my flashlight down.

“Totally,” Steve echoes, nodding at her.

“Okay. Cool. Cool…”

She lets out a long breath, cheeks puffing out as she sits on her hands. Oh, my god, just spit it out. “Can we please talk about him, though?”

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part 22

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Read Platonic Shower Stobin first

Is it normal to be thinking about non-platonic showering while working?

Probably not.

But it’s all Eddie could think about at the shop. His boss kept giving him weird looks all day, noticing his clumsiness and stupid mistakes with customers getting a standard oil change.

He kept picturing Steve. Naked. Touching him.

He was doing it again. Oil spilled down his jumpsuit. He closed his eyes and sighed.

This was his last car for the day. He could leave when he was done. That’s what he had to remind himself every time his brain started to drift to thoughts of fucking Steve against the shower wall.

He’d never had shower sex. Sounded difficult. Sounded worth it.

Especially with Steve.

Steve Harrington.

Jesus, what had he gotten himself into?

— — — — — — —

When he got home, the apartment was quiet. He knew Robin would still be at work, but Steve was always home first. He usually was making dinner, playing music, cleaning, taking up space in a way that he never could as a child or teenager.

Eddie loved it.

Eddie loved Steve.

Maybe he wasn’t like, in love with him. Yet. But he did love him. He loved Robin, too.

But he definitely knew he could love Steve.

Steve who should be home but isn’t. Or at least isn’t making any noise.

“Steve?”

No movement. No response.

Maybe he was stuck at work.

Maybe he ran for the hills at the thought of having to be in the shower with Eddie.

Maybe he changed his name and went into the Witness Protection Program to avoid ever having to look at Eddie again.

He walked towards his room, which was the closest to the front door and shared areas because Steve and Robin hated being close to the door. When he opened the door, he felt himself freeze like he had that morning in the bathroom.

Steve was in his bed, cuddled up with his pillow, no shirt on, mouth wide open and drooling.

Eddie was in love with Steve.

He was in love with him and he wanted to come home to this every day; Steve asleep in his bed, drooling on his pillow, possibly completely naked under the blanket.

Eddie remained as quiet as possible while he got out of his work jumpsuit, stripping it off and leaving him in his undershirt and boxers. He had oil stains on his hands and neck that needed to come off before he got in bed.

Just when he grabbed his towel from where it was hung up on his desk chair, he heard Steve groan. In his bed.

But it only took a second for Eddie to recognize it was a groan in pain, not pleasure.

He wasted no time in rushing to where Steve was curling up against the pillow, eyebrows scrunching together.

Migraine.

Eddie sat on the floor next to the bed, putting his hand up to gently brush hair out of his face and try to relieve some of the pain.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, though he looked like he wished they hadn’t.

“Hey, sweetheart. Need anything? Water maybe?”

“Mm-mm.”

Eddie was certain he did need water, but he wasn’t going to argue with him when he had a migraine. Especially not if he tried to make it all day at work with one.

He’d leave some water by the bed while he showered so it was there if Steve managed to sit up.

He stood up, but before he could turn around, Steve’s hand was around his wrist.

“Don’t go.”

“I need a shower. Got a lot of oil on me.”

“‘Sposed to go in the car.”

Eddie snorted. “No shit. I was too busy thinking about you and spilled. Three times.”

“Oh.”

Steve let go of his wrist, and it felt like he was no longer tethered to the earth.

“Shower?”

Eddie was still getting used to Steve during his migraines. He’d only lived here for six months, and it was usually Robin’s job to handle it or Steve would already be sleeping it off by the time he got home. In his own bed.

He didn’t know if Steve was clarifying what he had already said or if he was asking to take one.

He didn’t look like he could stand up, so it must’ve been the former.

“Um I’m gonna take one. I’ll be quick.”

Steve started to shuffle around, moving the blanket off of him slowly.

Eddie tried to stop him from moving, not sure what he was trying to accomplish, but not wanting him to make his headache worse by moving.

“Steve, stop.”

“No.”

God, he was stubborn. He loved him so much.

“What are you doing?”

“Shower.”

“Is that a good idea?”

“Promised.”

Eddie melted. He was a puddle on the floor. Might have even gone through the floor.

“Sweetheart, you can stay in bed. We can shower tomorrow night when you’re feeling better.”

“Want to. Neck hurts.”

Eddie helped him out of bed. Arguing wasn’t worth it and getting to shower with Steve was welcome any time.

They took it slow, stumbling to the bathroom across the hall as Eddie tried his best to support Steve. Just when he was about to offer carrying him bridal style, Steve stopped and rested his head against Eddie’s shoulder.

He let out a shaky breath.

“Sorry. Nauseous.”

“Want me to carry you?”

They were almost the same size. Eddie had some muscle, but not nearly what Steve probably had. The bathroom wasn’t far though, he could probably make it.

Steve shook his head against him, but didn’t start moving again. Eddie let him rest his head against him for a moment before he moved his hand up to start rubbing the back of his neck.

Steve groaned and fully relaxed against Eddie, and if he hadn’t been head over heels before, he was now.

He didn’t know how long they stood there, but he knew if it helped Steve even a tiny bit, he would stand here all night.

But they didn’t stand there much longer, even though it seemed like Steve didn’t actually want to move. He pulled his head away with a sigh, and Eddie made an executive decision to just carry him.

He lifted him quickly so he couldn’t argue, because if Steve will do anything, it’s argue over someone helping him.

But his migraine must have been terrible because he didn’t argue. He just rested his head against Eddie’s chest and closed his eyes.

“You sure you don’t wanna go back to bed?”

“Shower will help.”

Eddie couldn’t resist it anymore; he placed a kiss on the top of Steve’s head and walked to the bathroom.

He sat him down on the toilet lid so he could start the water and get the right temperature. As he stripped his shirt off, he noticed Steve’s head was resting on the sink counter and his eyes were open.

That had to be some type of progress, right?

“Doing okay, Stevie?”

“Better when you’re naked.”

God, the migraine couldn’t even stop his charm. Incredible.

“Alright, take it easy. No riling me up. Not now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you have a migraine.”

Steve just sighed and closed his eyes. Eddie took off his boxers and then kneeled in front of Steve, placing his hands on his thighs.

“Wanna leave these on?”

Eddie played with the waistband of Steve’s boxers, looking up at his face to see if he gave any outward signs of discomfort.

Steve shook his head and sat up so Eddie could help him stand and get them off.

They were about to shower. Naked.

Maybe it would be more platonic than not because of Steve’s migraine, but he’d get to take care of Steve with intent. Intent Robin didn’t have.

Was he jealous of Robin? Only in the way that she’d been showering with Steve for a long time and didn’t even appreciate it.

He helped Steve into the shower and turned him so the back of his neck was getting hit by the water, his forehead resting against his shoulder.

He let out another groan.

“Perfect.”

Eddie smiled to himself as he wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist. They stood there for a couple minutes, and it did seem to help the tension leave Steve’s body a bit.

“Can we switch for a minute so I can scrub the oil off?”

“Mhm.”

But Steve didn’t move and Eddie honestly didn’t want to move him. He’d never been this content or comfortable just existing with someone else naked.

Most experiences he had naked were quick or not in his own home, so he couldn’t quite relax like he was now.

Plus, it was Steve. Steve had seen him at his worst already. This was far from that.

He reached out his hand for the soap, deciding to just do what he could without moving Steve first. But Steve let out a hum and lifted his head so he could move away.

He rested his head against the shower wall instead while Eddie rushed through washing his body. He could wash his hair in the morning; Steve wasn’t long for this world and he wanted to have him cozy in his bed as soon as possible.

“Hair?”

Eddie looked over to Steve, who had one eye open, staring at him.

“Nah, I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Mine?”

“You want me to wash your hair?”

“Please?”

How could Eddie refuse that?

This was one of Eddie’s biggest dreams come true.

He wasn’t gonna say no.

So he guided Steve back under the water, tilting his head back and slowly pushing his hair back so it was wet.

He slowly massaged the shampoo into Steve’s scalp, smiling when Steve let out a few low moans. He knew it wasn’t necessarily pleasure, more relief than anything else, but he was happy to make things better for him.

He took his time. It was for Steve, but he definitely got his own enjoyment out of it too.

Steve looked so calm, relaxed, almost blissful, which is something he never sees regardless of if he has a migraine or not.

When he’d spent more than enough time with his hands in Steve’s hair, he leaned his head back and covered his eyes to rinse the shampoo out. Steve looked like he was about two minutes from falling asleep, and Eddie needed him to be out of the shower before that happened.

“Sweetheart, let’s get you dried off and back in bed,” Eddie said softly, not wanting the echo of his voice to make Steve’s head hurt worse.

“Mm.”

Eddie shut off the water and managed to get Steve out of the shower rather quickly, reaching for his towel to wrap around Steve before he could get cold.

He found an extra towel under the sink for himself, wrapping it around his waist before focusing on Steve again. He started to pat him dry the best he could, but Steve was struggling to stand upright.

He once told Eddie that during his worst migraines, his legs would feel like jelly, and sometimes his back would ache from the extra effort it took to stand up.

This must be one of those.

He managed to guide Steve back to his bedroom, slowly, afraid that one wrong move could send Steve to the ground in terrible pain.

“Sorry.”

He looked up as he helped Steve into some of his boxers.

“What could you possibly be sorry for, sweetheart?”

“Not fun.”

“Any time with you is fun. And I got to see you naked. I’d say that’s fun.”

Steve didn’t have enough energy to smile, but the way the corner of his mouth ticked up for just a second showed Eddie he wanted to.

“Thanks.”

“Nothing to thank me for. Always gonna take care of you.”

Well, nothing like throwing all his cards on the table. Full house or royal flush or whatever the hell the best hand in poker was.

“Mkay. Want you to.”

If Eddie was capable of it, he would probably melt through the floor. Again.

Because Steve never let anyone take care of him, except Robin, and she was only allowed because she would kill him if he didn’t let her. He was the epitome of “suffer in silence,” and everyone just watched as he tried to work his way through his own pain, both emotional and physical.

So if Steve wanted him to take care of him, that meant he was really doing this. He really wanted Eddie.

Holy shit.

“I got you.”

He got Steve to lay down in his bed while he threw on some boxers, rushing as quickly as he could to dry his hair a bit with the towel.

It always got so frizzy if he fell asleep with it still wet, but he didn't care. He had Steve in his bed.

Steve curled up to his side as soon as he was under the blanket, placing his head on his naked chest.

Eddie didn’t think it could be comfortable, but it must have been because Steve was letting out little snores within moments.

Eddie’s hands covered his back and the back of his head, fingers moving slowly to ease any possible aches or pains he might feel in his sleep.

He kissed the top of Steve’s head, letting his lips linger for longer than was probably necessary. He breathed in the scent of his freshly washed hair, smiling to himself when he felt Steve sink further into him.

He would take a not-so-platonic shower with Steve in the morning. This was almost better than anything his dreams could’ve come up with anyway.

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feelbokkie · 8 months

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Ephemeral Love | Chapter 12

pairing: Seungmin x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, university au, right person wrong time, minor character death

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, mention of throwing up

summary: Does love last forever, or is it fleeting? For university juniors Kim Seungmin and Seo Y/n, it's love at first sight but sometimes you meet your soulmate at the wrong time.

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You whimper in pain as the pounding on your bedroom worsens the intense throbbing going in your head. You're currently laying down on your bedroom floor. You managed to make it to your bathroom and halfway back to your bed before you just let yourself crumple to the floor. Your room was too bright and moving around too much made you nauseous and your head hurt more. You laid down on the floor with the intention of getting medicine and taking a quick nap before you had to leave for work once you felt a little better. The was 2, maybe 3 hours ago, it could be even longer. You're not entirely sure. You're not in a position to see your clock from where you are and your room is still too bright for you to open your eyes.

You're having a migraine, that much you knew. What exactly caused it this time is debatable. You only get migraines when you're stressed. You used to get them more frequently back in high school when the drama surrounding Changbin and your father started. And then again when you first started college. But, you've managed to keep it under control. You couldn't even remember the last time you had a migraine off the top of your head, thinking also exacerbating your symptoms. You didn't even realize your headaches were a warning sign for a migraine, you thought it was you've been having trouble sleeping after you spent less time at Seungmin's apartment.

“Okay, fine but I’m pretty sure she’s at that idiot’s apartment—oh fuck. I’ll call you back in a minute.” You whimper again at Jisung's loud, panicked voice.

"Please, be quite." You whisper, your own voice being too loud for you otherwise.

"Y/n, are you okay? Can you get up?" He says loudly again, he clearly hadn't heard you the first time.

"Jisung, please shut up." You try to say a little louder.

"What's wrong?" He moves your hair out of you face, causing you to squeeze your eyes tighter, the light shining through your eyelids.

"Quiet. Head hurts." You whisper one last time, trying fewer words so you don't have to talk as much.

Jisung reads your tear stained face and puts all the pieces of the puzzle together. He knows you get migraines and he knows how bad they can get, he's normally the one who takes care of you when you do. He quietly gets up and draws the blinds and curtains in your room. You have blackout curtains for moments like this. You hear him quietly shuffle around the room. You slowly open your eyes and breathe out in relief, squeezing them shut was also hurting your head more.

"Open your mouth," Jisung whispers. He was so quiet, you didn't know when he came back into the room.

You feel two small pills hit your tongue and a a little bit of water fill your mouth. You gingerly swallow the pills and mumble out a thank you.

"Come on, let's get up." You feel Jisung's hand on your back.

"I can't,"

"You have to. I promise your bed is comfier than the floor. Plus, you can hide under the blanket." He says softly. You're not sure if it's the tone in his voice or the volume of it or a combination of the two but you feel like crying again. He hasn't spoken this nicely to you in so long, it's almost foreign.

"Okay," You whisper back. You let Jisung slowly guide you up and lead you to your bed. You climb in and cover yourself in your blanket. Jisung quietly leaves again. You silently pray that the medicine kick in soon or it'll knock you out. You don't care which one.

You think about all of the things that are currently adding stress to your life right now. If you could figure it out now, you might be able deal with it when you feel a little better and prevent your migraine from getting worse.

First, there was your birthday dinner with your family. You know it's your idea to invite Changbin, but the idea of your dad and Changbin in the same room for the first time in years is daunting. The last time they were together they got into a huge screaming match. You're hoping you can try to resolve things next week. They both love you enough to not ruin your birthday with their pettiness, but that doesn't mean that they won't still end up fighting in the slightest. But you also knew that dinner next week meant that you were most likely going to get a lecture from your father at some point. You had gotten a D on the paper for you wrote for your preventable diseases course. You've never earned lower than an A in your entire life, and in all honesty, you didn't really care. Sure, being a paper that didn't hold much weight, it dropped your grade down to a B. What you were worried about was how your father was going to react.

Since attending JYPU, he's made you submit bi-weekly grade checks. He wanted to make sure his money was being well spent. You didn't really mind about it at first, you knew your grades were never going to slip. But now, you're not sure how he was going to react. He's always been more lenient on you compared to Iseul and Changbin. But you remember how bad the lectures Changbin would get are. He wouldn't get mad at your birthday dinner, but he was still going to say something. As ridiculous as it sounds, he could stop tuition payments or make you move back home if he thought that living with your brother is jeopardizing your future.

And then there is your one-sided fight with Jisung. You just want your best friend back but you know that there is no way for you two to go back to the way that you were. You went through every interaction you've ever had with Jisung, looking at it with a lense of him liking you. He's been flirting with you for years and you've been too oblivious to realize it was more than just casual banter. It's laughable, just not right now.

"Sit up," Jisung whispers, reentering the room.

You slowly sit, the medicine finally starting to kick in. Your head still feels like there is a loud speaker playing music so loud that you only feel the bass and several knives are slowly stabbing your brain all at once, but it was slightly tolerable now.

Jisung hands you a bowl of something. You take it, putting a small spoonful in your mouth. It's leftovers from last night's dinner.

"Thanks," You mumble.

"No problem." He says quietly, sitting on the foot of your bed.

It's so dark, you can't really see anything. You can't see the anxious look on Jisung's face as he waits for you to finish eating.

"I'm sorry," You whisper.

"You don't have to apologize for being sick. You know you get migraines." He gently places a hand on your knee.

"No," you take another spoonful, "I'm sorry for...not liking you back."

Jisung lets out a loud breathe. He removes his hand off your knee and stares at your shadowed figure. He can imagine the sad, pitiful look you have on your face. He's seen it enough over the years. He knows that your migraines are stressed induced, and he feels a little guilty knowing that he might be the reason why you're in pain now.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for. We can't help who we fall in love with. Ah, not in love, in like with rather. I'm not in love with you or anything like that. I'm just--"

"Ji, volume." You warn. He was getting to excited with his explantion.

"Sorry, I just--I'm sorry, okay? I was just upset but it was more to do with me being mad at myself than at you. It was just easier to take it out on you. And then after a while I felt bad about how I was treating you but I was too much of a coward to fix it."

"You were hurt. I know that your behavior was shit, but you were hurt. Still kind of mad at you for your tantrum, but I'll get over it. Life's too short." You take one last spoonful before putting the bowl to the side. You didn't eat all of the food that Jisung brought you, if you ate more you would probably actually throw up.

"You're too nice, you know that? I treated you like shit for almost 2 months, you shouldn't be forgiving me that easily. You should like, be making me grovel and beg for your forgiveness."

"You're loud when you grovel, I don't think I could handle that right now."

"I can grovel later."

"I will actually lose all respect for you."

"You respected me? Me? The guy you've seen walk into the patio door more times than you can count?" You start to laugh and wince in pain.

"Please don't make me laugh. It hurts."

"Okay, okay, we'll talk more later. Try to take a nap for now. I'll leave my room door open and my ringer on just in case." Jisung slowly stands up and takes the bowl from your bedside table. He gives you a quick hug before he heads for the door.

"Ji?" You hum, laying back down. Your headache is slowly starting to go away and making you sleepy.

"Yeah?"

"Love you," You whisper innocently. Exhaustion and your headache not letting you think properly about your words. You two would often tell each other you loved each other, it was a habit for you two.

You don't see the sad smile he gives you as his right hand rests on the door knob. He knows you don't mean it in the way that he wishes you did. And he knows that there's a chance you never will. He knows you mean it innocently, like you always have.

"Love you too. Get some rest, I'll check on you later." He whispers before leaving you alone.

"Oh my god," You groan.

You woke up from your nap, head pounding again. The pills clearly worn off. You've spent past few hours drifitng in and out of sleep. As some point you had enough in you to walk to the kitchen and get yourself a cup of water while wearing sunglasses.

"Are you awake?" You hear a familiar voice whisper next to you.

"Minnie?" You mumble, turning your head in the direction of the voice.

"Yeah, I'm here." You feel the bed shift a bit.

"What...why...when did you get here?" You ask, slowly turning over more to face him.

You can't really see him, your room is still dark. You only see a part of his face, lit up by the small clip light attached to what you could only assume is one of his textbooks.

"I got here about an hour and a half ago. I called you after class and your roommate answered, told me you were sick. I came to keep you company. Brought you some soup." You feel his cool fingers brush some of your hair off of your face.

"Why?" You question. Not that you aren't grateful Seungmin is here, but you're not entirely sure you're ready for him to deal with you and your migraines.

"I told you, you're sick."

You feel the bed slight move and hear the sink and your bathroom a few seconds later. Not too long after, the bed dips again and you feel something cool on your forehead.

"You didn't have to come." You mumble, closing your eyes. The light from the small lamp hurting your head.

"I know I didn't have too, I wanted to. How's your head?" You feel him move you hair from getting wet by the compress.

"If you really liked me you you take one of my pillows and smother me to put me out of my misery." You quietly groan.

"How about I smother you with my love instead?" You feel his lips press into your cheek.

"I'd love that, but I don't think that would help me much right now." You sigh.

"Here," you feel Seungmin's hand slide under your back, "sit up."

You slowly get you with Seungmin's help. The bed moves quite a bit as Seungmin crawls behind you. You whimper in pain from the sudden jostling, earning quite apologizes from Seungmin. Once he settles comfortably behind you, he gently pulls your back against his chest. You rest your head on him, just below his chin.

"You have to wait a couple of hours before you can takes some more. But I did some reading while you were sleeping and a lot of people on the internet said that this was supposed to help with migraines. Just let me know if it isn't helping or starts hurting." Seungmin whispers just as his cool fingers find their way on your scalp. Seungmin applies gently pressure and slowly massages your scalp. Surprisingly, it is helping a bit.

"That feels nice actually. It's helping a bit."

"Then I'll do this for a while. Just relax, try to fall back asleep if you can." He presses another kiss to the top of your head before resuming massaging your scalp.

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Buy me a coffee?

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veryberryjelly · 2 years

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what can we do ?

pairing ; poly!marauders x reader

request - ello did the prompt list can you do 39 and 15 with poly!marauders where the readers the sick one

15 - “Hey, have you been crying?”

39 - Giving them a cold rag to put on their head because they have a migraine.

wc ; 1838

@quackwackfawck

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This wasn’t happening. You had not gotten sick the day of the quidditch finals.

Because of james and sirius, you always attended every single gryffindor game. Before you met them, you didnt pay much attention to the game. But after you started spending more time with the boys and they told you they were on the quidditch team, you started attending every game with remus at your side.

You couldn't miss them. Especially not the finals they had worked so hard to get to.

So you decided to just try and power through it, until the game was over at least.

You walked over to the bathroom, squinting slightly at the harsh light coming in through the windows.

After a shower you felt the tiniest bit better, but no amount of hot water could make up for the dryness in your throat and the spinning in your stomach.

You found some painkillers in your bedside table and took a few before getting dressed and trying your best to just suck it up and go to see your boyfriends play in the quidditch final.

As you left your dorm, your eyes began to blur. Your head was already throbbing before you left, but this was new and was truly unwelcome. You just paused every few seconds to reorientate yourself before you ran into a wall and you managed to make it to the hall, only bumping into two people on the way.

It was only you and remus at breakfast, as both sirius and james had already gone out to prepare for the game. Remus had assured you that they had both eaten before they left.

Ever since sirius forgot to eat and almost passed out from exhaustion on his broom, you and remus both made sure both of the boys had eaten something, anything, before they left.

It was only a few minutes you got to eat breakfast, and you spend most of it reassuring remus that you were fine and just hadnt slept well.

Which was true, but you were far from fine.

The noise from the great hall had you on the verge of tears but you were trying your absolute best not to let any tears fall down your cheeks.

You continued to use the tired excuse of not getting enough sleep to explain why you were so quiet because remus kept picking up on that too.

It wasnt until you got up into the gryffindor stalls that it got really hard to hold back your tears.

The sun was beaming down on you.

The cheers from everyone around you when gryffindor scored a point.

It was all too much.

“ i’m gonna go use the loo “ was the excuse you practically whimpered out as you stumbled out of the stands and down onto the ground.

But you were unable to slip out without alerting anyone. Both remus and lily noticed your stumbling.

“ go, find her. I’ll let the boys know when the game is over “

Remus didn’t hesitate to run after you

Once you were away from the crowds it was a lot quieter, but with the way your head was working, it still felt like people were screaming around you. With everyone up by the quidditch pitch, the halls were empty, preventing you from running into too many people on your way to find the bathroom.

Once you did, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Your eyes flooded with tears and you fell down against one of the walls, sliding down until you were sat on the floor with your knees pulled up to your chest, trying to block out all the noise and light in the world.

The more frustrated you got, the harder you cried, and the harder you cried, the more your head hurt.

It was a viscous and painful cycle that only stopped when you heard a knock on the door of the bathroom.

“y/n, love, can i come in?”

There was a beat of silence where you tried your best to wipe all the tears off of your face before he could come in and see you in such a way

when he didnt get an answer, he just opened the door. The sight that greeted him broke his heart.

You were curled up in a ball, your face hidden from him, but he didnt need to see your face to know you had been crying. Just from the way your shoulders were shaking slightly.

He walked over to you and crouched down infront of you, lifting his hand to rub lightly over your arm, trying to coax you out of your ball.

You carefully lifted your head out from between your legs to look at the boy infront of you, even without opening your eyes too much. Because of the huge windows in the girls bathroom, you couldnt open your eyes properly without it worsening your headache.

Remus lifted his hand to wipe the excess tears on your cheeks, his hand remaining on your cheek after wards and his thumb rubbing over your pale cheek.

“ what’s wrong, puppy? You’ve been off all morning. “

“ i d-don’t know. My h-ead h-hurts and i fell sick a-and the light makes my head hurt “ your voice was quiet and wavering as you spoke.

“Oh, baby.” he moved to sit beside you on the floor, pulling you lightly into him. “ why didn’t you tell me?”

“ didn’t want to miss the match. haven’t missed one since we started going out “ your voice is quiet still as you explained your reason fro just trying to get through the day without making too much of a big deal about it.

Unfortunately though, that ended with you and remus missing the end of the match.

“ m’kay. C’mon, let’s get you up” he spoke softly, standing from the floor and holding his hands out for you to take.

Without a word, you took his hand and followed him through the still empty hallways. You assumed he hurried you out of the bathroom so you could avoid everyone when they inevitably came back from the match.

You’re eyes were basically closed while he led you through the castle, not wanting your headache to worsen. You only opened your eyes when he asked you too so you wouldn’t trip on the stairs to the common room or to his dorm.

Remus lead you to his bed and made sure you were comfortable before he left you laid on his bed with the curtains drawn around it in an attempt to block out as much light as possible.

And it worked. You were feeling a little better, until you heard the unmistakable noise of two sets of hurried footsteps approaching the dorm.

Your brows furrowed in slight pain when you heard the door open with a lot of force, causing the door to bang against the wall.

“ moony? y/n ?” you heard sirius’ voice call through the room.

Before you knew what was happening, the curtains were pulled open and stood there was your raven haired boyfriend, sweat through his hair and his quidditch uniform still on.

“ pretty girl, what h- “ he caught a glance of your face that had been buried in remus’ pillow, trying to keep your breakfast down. “ hey, have you been crying ?”

As if he was summoned, james showed up beside sirius, letting more light flood into your previously dark space.

James could barely get any words out before remus pulled the curtains closed around the bed again, letting you be immersed in the darkness and the crease between your brows disappeared.

You could hear their hushed voices outside of your view.

“ what happened?” you heard sirius speak, a little louder than you would have liked.

“ sh, keep your voices down. She’s fine. She’s got a bad migraine, but she didn’t want to miss your game so she didnt say anything. “

“ what can we do? Does she need to go to poppy ?” james spoke, worriedly, now at a much quieter volume than before.

“ no, its not that bad right now. If she still has one in the morning then maybe. But right now, just keep it down and keep the curtains around my bed shut.” there were a few steps before you heard remus’ voice again. “ and maybe take a shower” you heard him press a kiss onto one of their lips. “ im proud that you won, but you’re both really sweaty” he pressed a kiss onto the others lips before the curtains were briefly pulled open, but closed again after remus sat down beside you on the bed.

“ here you go, love “ he said quietly, lightly guiding you to lay flat on your back before resting a cold towel on your forehead.

There were no words to express how appreciative you were of him helping you.

You lifted your hand to take one of his in yours and a soft smile fell on your lips. “ love you remmy “

“ love you too, petal “

You two laid in the dark, not talking until james and sirius were done with the shower. Judging by the amount of time it took, you assumed they had taken one together.

You heard a soft knock on the bedframe before james voice cut through the silence

“ can we enter the fort ?”

“Enter “ you spoke quietly, briefly moving the cold towel over your eyes to block out the light.

You felt the bed dip twice more and when you lifted the towel from your eyes, resting it back on your forehead.

You found james and sirius sat at the end of the bed, both with damp hair and more comfortable clothes on now.

“ you alright, lovely?” you heard sirius ask quietly, his hand resting on your ankle and rubbing soft circles on your bare skin.

You didnt really have an answer for that. You felt a little better than this morning but you still felt like shit.

“ ‘m sorry i missed your match “ was all you could think to say. Missing the match was a lot worse than your migraine to you.

“Sweetheart, don’t worry about that. You’ve been at every other one, you get an excuse, especially if you’re ill “ sirius answered as james shuffled around on the bed, sitting on the other side of you to remus and laying down beside you.

Sirius moved too, while remus was sat with his back against the headboard, sirius rested his head down in the lycantropes lap, sighing contentedly when remu’s fingers tangled in his wet hair.

“Well done on winning the match. ‘M so proud of my little birds “ you tilted your head to the side to press a short kiss onto james’ forehead.

You dont remember drifting off. But when you woke up at some point during the evening, you found sirius and james asleep on either side of you and a note on the bed post that remus had gone to get some food for you all.

You didnt think you had ever been so happy to have a migraine

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thinkofmehoney · 1 year

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"To each other, they were just Satoru and Suguru."

Pairing: young Satoru Gojo x young Suguru Geto

Content: Gojo is exhausted, he also has a headache cuz he doesn't have his sunglasses on, Geto takes care of him, and they cuddle and talk to each other, and they also kiss.

Summary: Gojo has a sharp headache after his sunglasses broke during a mission. Lately, the higher ups have been sending him on a lot of missions and he's just so tired, his sunglasses breaking where the cherry on top of the cake. When he's heading to his dorm, Geto finds Gojo and helps him with his eyes, and also comforts and takes care of his lover while he's vulnerable.

Warnings/notes: just fluff!!

Gojo was on one of the last missions of the day, fighting against an anthropomorphic curse that was giving him a hard time, not because it was powerful, it was because Gojo was also working on his infinity ritual that wasn’t fully perfected yet. The curse caught Gojo off guard and it threw him across the field they were fighting on, landing on a brick wall with his back receiving the impact, making his sunglasses fall and break as he fell on the ground.

He didn’t even bothered to look at them, right now he was only focused on exorcise the curse, and later go to another two locations to exorcise more curses. Lately, the higher ups were sending him to multiple places to exorcise curses all by himself because it was for him to train and practice his techniques, but Gojo knew they couldn’t stand him, so all of this bullshit was definitely out of spite and not really to help him like they said, because doing so many exorcisms a day and for now three days straight was leaving him exhausted.

And now, on top of that, his sunglasses just broke.

It was getting darker when he finally got back at Jujutsu Tech, he had been almost eight hours without wearing his sunglasses and exorcising curses, which was causing him a sharp migraine.

He was making his way to his dorm, almost stumbling and ignoring everyone who tried to talk to him, he wanted to lay in bed as soon as possible because the headaches were getting so painfully sharper with basically everything, every noise and every light he passed by.

once he arrives, he bumps into Geto at his doorstep. “Satoru! hey, I was just about to ask you If you wanted to go to this karaoke restaurant with me and the-“

Gojo was trying his best to listen to Geto when a sudden sharp pain felt like he was being stabbed on his head with a really big needle. He pressed his hands on his head. “Fuck” he hissed in pain “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”.

Geto realized Gojo was obviously in pain, so he opened the door and took him inside, “Where are your sunglasses?” he asks worried, “I accidentally dropped them today during a fucking mission. It will take like three days to a week to get a new pair, or maybe more, who knows” his voice sounded exhausted.

Geto carefully guides him to his bed with one hand on wrapping his, and the other one gently pressed on his back. Once Gojo is sitting on the slightly hard mattress, Geto closes every window to prevent light from coming in.

The room is dark with just a little bathe of light from the dawn that was hiding behind the curtains, he comes back and talks to Gojo with the softest voice, because he’s afraid that if he raises his voice, even just a little bit, it could hurt him.

“hey, darling, do you have any bandages here?” Gojo nods, still with his exhausted expression

“They’re in the bathroom cabinets” he said just as quietly.

Geto was about to go and get them, but he feels gojo tugging his clothes.

“Please, stay next to me just a little bit longer.” He said looking up at Geto with his big and tired baby blue eyes

Without taking their eyes off of each other, Geto sits down by his side and hugs Gojo, making him rest his head on his shoulder while he gently caresses his back, with his other hand stroking his messy icy hair.

“You’ll be alright baby. I’ll go get bandages for your eyes so you can rest a little more” The feeling of Geto’s fingers combing through his hair was enough to make him feel a lot more comfortable and sleepy, rather than being sleepy because of exhaustion. “Let me take care of you… I don’t want you to be in pain”

Gojo finally separated from the hug, now embracing himself as he felt a cold sensation were Geto’s warmth was before. Thankfully, he’s back shortly after with a rolled bandage on his hands.

He sits down next to him again. “Close your eyes”

Geto starts to carefully unroll the white bandage over Gojo’s beautiful eyes, behind his head, placing it softly over his nose bridge to make it as comfortable as possible for Gojo, who is unusually quiet due to the headaches, but really grateful for having someone as caring as Geto. His best friend and also his lover.

Once he’s done with the bandage, Gojo looks at him, opening his eyes behind the bandages and murmuring soft words of gratitude.

He raises his hand to put a strand of Geto’s hair behind his ear, Geto takes his hand and kisses the palm.

“You should close your eyes”

“They are cover-“

“It doesn’t matter if they’re covered, you need to rest if you want your headaches to stop” They never stop speaking softly to each other. Not only for Gojo’s well being, but also because it feels more intimate talking this way, as if someone could hear them if they raise their voices. They just want the other one to listen, not anyone else.

“Okay, I’ll keep my eyes closed, but only if you bring me something sweet from that restaurant you were talking about earlier.” Geto laughs softly

“I won’t go, I would rather staying here with you.”

“Suguru, you don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself you know? You should go out and enjoy the night, we are so busy lately that is a miracle that we can have a free day”

Geto smiles playfully and presses a light kiss on the bandage covering Gojo’s forehead “How kind of you.”

Geto gets up and pushes Gojo’s shoulders gently until he’s lying on his back, he takes his shoes off and opens the bed covers. He takes his own shoes off and gets into the bed next to Gojo

His arm is underneath Gojo’s neck and head is over him, bringing him closer

“Thank you” Gojo says once more “for taking care and worrying about me. I know other people wouldn’t do that for me… Because, you know, they see me as the annoying, loud guy who is also really powerful. The one that never seems to need help from others because i’m stronger than them” He stops and then looks up at his lover’s face “Well, I also never let others see me being vulnerable” his cheeks are beginning to blush “You are, you’re the only one who’s allowed to see me like that. Actually, you’re also the only one that can touch me without the infinity activated.”

With a dumb smile on his lips, Geto presses their foreheads together “I’m honored to be the only one that’s allowed to… really see you. I will always be here to take care of you when you’re at your most vulnerable, Satoru” his voice is impossibly softer and loving, almost like a whisper

“…Because you’re my one and only.”

Gojo nods lazily, with a smile on his lips “I like that…’my one and only’”

He leans and gives Geto a small peck on his lips, then raises his hand to hold his lover's face, softly stroking his cheekbone with his thumb.

He leans again for more kisses, but when the last one gets a little deeper than the others, Geto (a little breathless) stops him “You should sleep… otherwise… your headaches won’t stop.”

Gojo sighs and gets closer to Geto’s chest, making himself comfortable to sleep, while he murmurs a quiet “Boring.” before falling asleep involuntarily after a while.

#fluff #gojo satoru #hurt/comfort #oneshot #geto suguru #satosugu #satosugu fanfic #gojo x geto #gojo satoru x geto suguru

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cakeboxie · 2 months

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I had to restart his save since it got corrupted- which means it’s time for a new ref!!

I’ve committed to the fact that this man dresses like an 80s dad in any modern au.

Tries very hard to read as the ideal paladin, good morals, strong sense of justice n what have you. He is unfortunately full of trauma and identity issues, fear of his god is a HUGE THING and breaking his oath accidentally is a perpetual anxiety too.

I’ve also decided he has the shittiest, patchy ass beard. Usually he’s clean shaven bc he doesn’t like having facial hair but he’s not quite adept enough with a dagger to shave with one and tries exactly once to shave (failing miserably, much to Astarion’s entertainment) before giving up until act 3 when he buys himself a new razor.

I really should draw him holding the blood of lathander more but that mf is agonizing to draw man there are, so many layers to it.

I finally remembered to draw his glasses on his ref, yippee.

I’m making him an actual dnd character sheet so I’ll probably attach that once it’s done

I’m side tracked I’m supposed to be talking about his lore huh

Whoops

Anyway, tw for abandoment (passing mention) emotional abuse, death (of a parent + en masse,) mental illness that’s being ignored, chronic pain and illness (also being ignored until he can’t)

His actual like- lore lore is below the break.

Born in the underdark, his mom fucked off with him bc the underdark isn’t a great place to live generally speaking, and she had the means. His dad decided last minute to stay in the underdark.

Taken in by the temple of lathander in elturel bc his mother was chronically ill and not expecting or able to be making this kind of journey on her own with a very small child. Ended up being moved from the temple to a hospital after it was determined that she probably wasn’t getting better.

Charlie ended up being mostly raised by the temple, went to school there and was taught how to read and write + basic math. But spent most of his free time working to pay for his mother’s (and soon his own) medication.

Turns out the of the myriad of issues his mother delt with (migraines, persistent nausea and dizziness, chronic joint issues) were genetic, so by time he hit puberty he was working his ass off to pay for it.

You may ask me “cake, didn’t that aggravate his joint issues?” Yes. Badly. He was not given any other options, the fact that they were alive at all was a godsend (I use the word godsend intentionally, he believes, strongly, that lathander is keeping him alive for some reason beyond his understanding, that is the root of his devotion.)

Did you order mommy issues? Hope so bc he has them in spades. You can only be hear your dying mom say she regrets saving you life as a literal toddler so many times before it starts fucking you up, and she said it (and other delightful(/sarc) things) plenty in the months leading up to when she died.

Shortly after her death, and suddenly needing to work way less (his medication was significantly cheaper than his mothers) he devoted himself to the temple, and was eventually approached bc some kids he went to school with to see if he wanted to join their little class thing. The temple liked to train their folks in groups of 4, in hopes of building strong teams should they choose to stay together.

He agreed, and found out that the temple would pay for his medication in exchange for dedicating himself fully to his training and his studies (and occasionally them using him as a scout, being small, naturally stealthy, and decently quick had its advantages.)

Took his oath with one of the other people he was trained alongside when he was 17, and they were collectively sent to continue their training at the nearby Fort Morninglord.

Things were solid, until he was sent along with a group of seniors to Baldurs Gate as a sort of test to see how he would do on a longer mission before officially joining the Order of the Aster.

He did well, all things considered. Unfortunately between him leaving and returning is when Fort Morninglord got eaten by the shadowfell for some reason. (That’s a canon event btw)

So, with all his friends presumably dead, maybe worse, and all his shit left inside a heavily guarded, very cursed fort. He did the reasonable thing, and fucked right off.

He ended up joining one of the seniors he went to Baldur’s Gate with in going to Waterdeep, while they didn’t particularly need another paladin. The temple of lathander in Waterdeep accepted them both until they were able to find stable employment.

Charlie mainly did small jobs for merchants, working as a guard for high value stuff, moving cargo on/off boats, mostly physical labour. It didn’t pay particularly well, but he could afford a little room above a tavern, and his medication.

That’s where he was, and how he lived for almost 130 years until he got wormed.

May or may not be blindly devoted to Lathander bc of… all that. literally any bad thing to occur to him is swiftly written off as a test of his faith, surprising to damn near everyone he is not one for converting people. (He definitely reads like he would though, it’s the theology special interest, there are few gods he won’t speak extensively on. He just defaults to lathander)

Fr though? Having trouble finding a god to worship? Ask him, he will give you an answer or more accurately- a list.

Yknow when you sprinkle random facts into your characters to make them less flat? Yeah my man collects maps, particularly outdated ones.

The only reason he’s not fucked post-worm is bc it fends off the worst of his usual symptoms. He has conflicted feelings about it (on one hand, being able to put honey in his coffee and not feel like his brain is exploding is nice, on the other, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.)

Post game he is left in a… state. He’s gotten used to life with less pain and is absolutely bedridden for a WHILE bc suddenly he’s being hit with his usual pain n symptoms but he’s not used to it anymore so it’s absolutely destroying him.

#cakewrites #cakedraws #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #tav #Charlie [tav]#userhaarleps

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beejbsbswiwisnsnwwk · 10 months

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Grimwalker headcanons

.their eyes glow in the dark

.their ears are very expressive. When they are happy their ears perk up, when they are sad their ears droop down, etc

TW this headcanon is graphic with blood (maybe gore? I’m not to sure, I’m sorry) ⬇️

.the first grim walker didn’t work out properly. He crawled out of the ground a bit too early and he was not developed properly. His lungs closed up and filled with blood and started to choke and throw it up, some bones were sticking out of the skin, their eyes did not fit properly in the sockets, and other problems. They died 10 minutes after digging out of the ground, and it was a very painful and graphic death. Belos threw up and waited longer to make another grimwalker

.grimwalker need some kind of memories to go off of. If you make a grimwalker with no memories they won’t know how to do anything, and they have the functions of a newborn, due to the lack of anything to go off of

.the second grimwalker was developed properly, but belos didn’t give him any memories. The grimwalker was made to look about 17 but didn’t know how to properly control parts of their body, like walking, crawling, controlling bladder, ect. Belos killed them 5 hours later

.belos would make fake memories for each individual grimwalker to go along with their “backstory” and what happened to their parents etc. He would have to much fun with it

.the majority of the grimwalker figured out that belos was evil, the ones who didn’t died on missions or due to belos’ “curse”

.belos would ask some of the grimwalkers to call him “Philip” or “pip” before he kills them

.there was one female grimwalker, who was killed a few day after digging out of the ground, she reminded belos of Evelyn

.belos made 78 grimwalkers

.grimwalkers need the bone of the person they are cloning. The cloning will be more accurate depending on how many bones used, belos was careful with the bones at first but became a bit more “careless”

.Hunter was made with both of Caleb’s full hands, each hand hase about 27 bones each, meaning belos used 54 bones to make Hunter

.Hunter was made to be the age of 4 or 5 when he dug out of the dirt, Hunter almost died because he couldn’t dig out. Belos had to dig Hunter out of the ground, but almost let him suffocate incase hunter wasn’t “ready yet”

TW this headcanon is also violent and bloody (I think gore fits this one, I’m still sure I’m very sorry)⬇️

.there was one other grimwalker that was made to be 6. When he grew to about 10 he started to remind belos of Caleb, but a little too much. Belos’ “curse” took over when the grimwalker was around. Belos killed him and left him to slowly bleed to death, and his organs and ribs were visible due to how violent the outburst was

.Each part of the body that gets a certain bone, that area of the body is sensitive. If a grimwalker got a leg, they would have very bad pain in the leg, and would have a limp

.A grimwalker got Caleb’s skull. They were in so much pain from migraines, they couldn’t eat, or drink, or talk, or do anything from how bad the pain would get. Their pain would get so bad they would pass out. Belos put them out of their misery with a very quick death, they were one of the only grimwalkers to not die a slow death

(I’ll edit this or reblog with more headcanons)

#grimwalker #caleb wittebane #belos wittebane #hunter wittebane

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ms-m-astrologer · 2 months

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Transiting Ceres enters retrograde zone

Timeline (current events in bold)

Thursday, February 29, 07:44 UT - transiting Ceres enters pre-retrograde shadow, 7°29’ Capricorn

Wednesday, May 15, 05:36 UT - transiting Ceres stations retrograde, 21°33’ Capricorn

Monday, August 26, 07:39 UT - transiting Ceres stations direct, 7°29’ Capricorn

Monday, November 11, 22:43 UT - transiting Ceres exits post-retrograde shadow, 21°33’ Capricorn

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Caveat: this may not have much of an impact on you unless Ceres is prominent in your birth chart. She’d have to be in close aspect to the Sun, Moon, &/or an angle (Ascendant, IC, Descendant, MC), possibly with strong Virgo &/or 6th House energy.

Since I have been fighting and losing to the migraines for about the last ten days, here is an excerpt about Ceres Rx from Martin Bulgerin’s web site biopscinst.com:

When the Great Mother Ceres turns retrograde on us, the entire notion of mothering and nurturance is up for grabs in our lives. This goes far beyond "just children", since Ceres describes the ways we give to and receive loving support from others. You're being forced to reconsider what you really care about. Some of our "babies" must be allowed to grow up and fly the coop if our attachments are holding them back. It's also important to recognize whether you are rejecting or filtering out the love others are extending to you during these cycles. Sometimes, the most cruel person in your life is yourself. It's time to reconnect with the web of life and loving.

Some of the problems with any planet moving through Capricorn are related to a belief that the more outward achievements we have, the more loveable that makes us. “If I get the top grades - that promotion - marriage to so-&-so,” like that. Sort of a social-climbing vibe. Integrity shouldn’t be equated with high worldly status.

Another problem happens when we insist on doing things “the way we’ve always done them.” That kind of thinking brought on the US’s “Dust Bowl” in the 1930s - an insistence on using farming techniques that weren’t suitable or sustainable for that climate and environment.

And there’s always the stench of government/corporate control, in this sign.

Procreative sexuality, parenting, children, family - the so-called “traditional family values” with the white straight men in charge. Trying to “keep up with the Joneses” - also makes me think of those appalling “neighborhood covenants” in the US, where (for example) you can’t have a clothesline, or paint your house any color but beige, and so forth.

Child & elder care, nurturing professions - regimentation, following the rules, going up the “proper” chain of command. Sort of a perfunctory, general approach without giving much (if any) thought to individual needs.

Agriculture, growing cycles, food - “agribusiness” coming into focus. Could be some issues with hoarding.

Concern for domesticated animals - not so much just puppies and kitties, but piggies and chickens and cows as well. Concern with the “factory farm” approach, not just the meat “production” (UGH) but the puppy mills, etc.

Most of the aspects Ceres makes will happen with the personal planets and the other Lady Asteroids - therefore most of the work to be done will be on a personal level. “Think globally, act locally.” (The exception is Ceres squaring Chiron, which I’ll discuss in the list of aspects.) As we move through these aspects, we should give progressively longer “leeways” on either side of the dates. Perhaps allow a few days for the first one, and up to a week for the last.

Tuesday, March 12 - Ceres/Capricorn trine Juno Rx/Pisces, 11°21’. Starting off with good intentions, anyway! A lot of mutual caring and concern. “Let’s get through this together.”

Saturday, March 16 - Ceres/Capricorn square Mercury/Aries, 12°27’. First of three - due to Mercury’s retrograde cycle. Be alert for problems with communicating your own needs, and listening to others. Probably not a brand-new problem or situation.

Saturday, March 23 - Ceres/Capricorn sextile Venus/Pisces, 14°08’. Can be a good time to get pregnant, so if that isn’t on your agenda then triple-wrap that thing. Very creative energy. We want to pretty up our homes.

Sunday, March 31 - Ceres/Capricorn square North Node/Aries and South Node/Libra, 16°05’. Problems around taking care of ourselves and our own needs, versus taking care of other people to “keep the peace.” If you habitually deny yourself, it comes back to bite you in the butt.

Saturday, April 6 - Ceres/Capricorn square Sun/Aries, 17°26’. Who’s the boss? We really want to be independent and not bound by familial/tribal expectations.

Tuesday, April 16:

Ceres/Capricorn square Mercury Rx/Aries, 19°11’

Ceres/Capricorn sextile Mars/Pisces, 19°12’

The second Ceres-Mercury square, but this time there’s a helpful sextile to Mars. (Also a fertile sextile, so watch out for that.) We can listen compassionately.

Sunday, April 21 - Ceres/Capricorn square Venus/Aries, 19°52’. If you need a break, ask for one! It’s okay to take some time off. Similarly, the person being taken care of could get a little testy about it.

Wednesday, April 24 - Ceres/Capricorn square Chiron/Aries, 20°22’. First of three. Look for the imbalances between self-care, and how much you take care of others. It isn’t necessarily us being the heroic super-nurturer - sometimes we don’t pull our own weight.

Tuesday, May 7 - Ceres/Capricorn square Mercury/Aries, 21°21’. Third of three. By now we should be expressing our needs in a clear, straightforward way.

Saturday, May 11 - Ceres/Capricorn trine Sun/Taurus, 21°30’. We identify strongly with our familial/tribal role, and we want practical, effective ways to carry out those responsibilities. We can use this to set realistic intentions going into Ceres’ actual retrograde.

#Astrology #Transiting Ceres enters retrograde zone #Ms M astrologer

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carecrowgames · 10 months

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Yazeba Readthrough #1

I gave up on finding a migraine free bunch of hours to lie down and read Possum Creek Games Yazeba’s Bed & Breakfast. So instead! I’ll try reading some daily on phone during work breaks and in trains and y’all get a commentary thread (to remind myself to sit down for it ^^)

Music for this reading session is ofc Running Away Again from the Yazeba OST. I love the vibe it, and the cover, establish for the game. I’m currently on a train and it makes me want to look out of the window more and dive into feelings of the exciting melancholy of leaving

Cover: I think one of the great things about the cover is the way in which it immediately hooks you on the specific characters and interactions this book is going to evolve around. Like who are these two! Why are they argueing? Will I be able to play this frog! Thief cat???

Table of Contents: so i did this the first time I looked a bit into the PDF too, but I gotta do it again, because the table of contents entices me similarly as the cover does There is so much to water my mouth here. if alone because Yazeba’s has fantastic fucking character names

Some favourites: the rabbits in the garden, who wear little outfits (I want to play them immidiately) the fact that there are two characters with a nickname in the middle of their name one after the other, Niviana “Viv” of Llyn and Percival “Percy” Combustion (are they friends?)

The "Tracks & Shelves" Chapter fascinates me. From my first rough look into this book I have a kind of idea of what they are gonna be and how they are gonna make the book work but I don’t realy know yet! Maybe they have to do with my next fascination: locked characters!

What do I have to do to play “The Zappamouschi Circus!”? who is “T.H.E.M”? “32 Maple Lane” as a character name hooks me immediately, I would read a book on that character without any further info.

The fact that there are going to be entire chapters on resident journeys warms my heart somehow. I've been watching a lot of slice and life recently, and I'm realy looking forward to being able to see some main characters growth over a longer amount of time.

Some of the late Chapter names similarily give me preemptive and beautiful heartache. "The Witch's Old Hostel" sticks out, as it feels like alot of emotional processing is coming for us.

also i'm noticing that a character from the locked characters is part of the resident journeys, and listed after yazeba! I love the idea of the cast of residents changing. feels like a second season addition to the cast, i often end up loving the addition to the tone these bring

i'm still in the tabel of contents and my train is arriving '^^ diving into the first pages tomorrow

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I started this on twitter, but oops, it died and i will not cling to it’s zombiefied corpse. I honestly love being back on tumblr, so this is me reposting my first thread of my readthrough here, and all upcoming threads will be primarily made for tumblr. Happy to be back!

You can see all my Readthrough posts under #zeebthrough, or mute the hashtag if you don’t wanna see them pop up on your timeline ^^

#possum creek games #yazeba's bed & breakfast #zeebthrough #ttrpg #twitter

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vodkori · 1 year

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Love is Chronic

1.6K words

Fluff/Comfort Fic

You’ve been suffering from chronic pain for years. It’s hard, but you figure it out and enjoy life whenever possible with more doctor's appointments. In the past couple of months, it has gotten worse. It hurts to get out of bed and can no longer attend full days of school. The doctor's appointments have become more frequent to figure out what's causing the immeasurable pain, at least 2 a week.

You’re a high school junior and have been dating Loki for 2 years. He asked you to homecoming freshman year, and you have been dating since. He’s been there for every emergency room visit, every breakdown from doctors not listening, and every diagnosis. When the pain gets too bad that you have to cancel plans he’s always there to reimagine the plans to make them work. Whenever teachers give you a hard time he becomes very defensive and eventually the teachers stop giving you trouble.

Every day you have first-period AP Government with Loki, Nat, and Wanda. You went through notes on Monday so today, Tuesday, you were given notes to read from the book and make notes in groups. You weren’t feeling well so you were just sitting with your legs on Loki’s lap, head resting on his shoulder, while he sat there rubbing your back.

“Hey did any of you get bureaucracy? I’m not understanding the book definition,” asked Wanda.

“Well, since those 2 are too busy cuddling to even open the book,” Nat responds casting a look at you and Loki, “The definition I got was, a system of government in which most of the important decisions are made by state officials rather than by elected representatives”

“Thanks, Nat,” Wanda replied.

“Hey, I have an excuse. Loki on the other hand is just slacking off,” You objected.

“Excuse me I am occupied, being a good boyfriend and taking care of you,”

“Nah, Y/N’s right, you can do 2 things at once. I mean you are a god after all. Can’t comfort your girl and finish your homework?” Nat teases.

“Shut up, Mortal,” Loki responds.

“Oh! Using mortal as an insult are we? As a lowly mortal myself I’m a bit offended,” You reply.

“Love, you know I never mean you. You’re on another level, everyone else are simply creatures,” Loki defends.

“So sweet. You think I’m better than a creature,” You coo.

A few minutes pass.

“Oh, yea!” You exclaim. “I have a neurology appointment this morning so I’ll be leaving after this class,”

“Ok, good luck,” Wanda replies.

“Hope they can figure something out for you,” Nat wishes.

“Would you like me to come with you, my love?” Loki asks.

“Thank you,” You direct towards Wanda and Nat before replying to Loki. “You know you have to stay here. I’ll text you once I’m done,”

“Will you be coming back?” Loki asks.

“The current plan is yes, but chances are I’m gonna feel too shitty to come back and will stay home,”

“Alright love, just let me know,” Loki states, kissing your forehead. “Is it alright if I come over after school?”

“Of course, I will. Yea that’s fine just head over when school lets out,” You answer.

Nat, Wanda, and Loki continue to work while you rest your head from your migraine. A while later the bell rings. You say your goodbyes to Nat and Wanda, and head to the door with Loki.

“I’ll text you soon Love,” You say.

“Alright My Queen, I’ll see you soon,” He states, pulling you into a soft kiss.

You go to the office and sign out, leaving. You drive home to meet with your mom to go to the doctor's office.

The appointment results in nothing more than wasted gas. The doctor was once again condescending. On your way home you are in your regular immeasurable pain along with the emotional pain of haunting thoughts of your pain not truly existing and the fact no one believes you. The pain is too much to return to school, so after a conversation with your mom you stay home. When getting home you exhaustedly get into your pajamas consisting of an oversized t-shirt once belonging to Loki. You pull up your favorite playlist on Spotify, text Loki that you’ve arrived home, and immediately fall asleep.

Loki’s POV (After you left)

After saying goodbye to Y/N I went to environmental science which I had with Thor and Bucky. Normally I had it with Y/N as well but obviously, she was gone. The teacher was normally late so we always had 5-10 minutes to talk at the beginning of class. Thor and Bucky came in about 30 seconds before the bell rang having first period together on the other side of the school. They came in and sat down, Thor never being someone that was quite immediately started a conversation. I think that's, why he and Bucky were such good friends, Bucky, is quiet and untalkative, while Thor is loud and conversational.

“Brother! Where is Y/N? You two never seem to separate,” Thor exclaimed.

“She is at another doctor's appointment,” I answered worry fully.

“Ah! Is she still feeling poorly?” He questions.

“Yes, just about always,” I answer.

“Shall I tell mother that you will not be coming right after school?” He tries to aid.

“I’m she assumes at this point but yes I’d appreciate that. Thank you,” I express.

“No sooner done than said, Brother,” He responded.

“I’m sorry. What?” I ask confused.

“Oh, Loki. It is a common phrase meaning I will do it immediately. You really need to catch up on your slang brother,” He answers patronizingly.

“Well, ‘Brother’ I think ‘No sooner said than done’ would be the correct phrasing,” I reply snidely.

“Oh! Perhaps it is,” He considers.

After our discussion ends Thor goes on to talk about his first-period weightlifting class and football practice the night before.

The rest of the day goes by without anything notable happening, Y/N texts at about 11:30 saying she was home. As soon as the last bell rang I was out the door and in the parking lot. I get in my car and drive to her house. I grab my backpack and knock on her door, her older brother lets me in, and I go directly to her room. I walk in quietly as she’s normally asleep after a strenuous day. And that fact continues to prove true. As I walk in she’s asleep on her side with her thighs at a 90-degree angle to her torso, one hand under her head and the other brought up forearm in front of her face hand touching her other elbow. I quietly take off my shoes, go to the side of the bed she’s not sleeping on, set my bag down, and slip under the covers. Needing the comfort because I know there was nothing else I can do for her but comfort and feeling lost at that knowing from the slight disarray of her room the appointment didn’t go well, we both needed it. After getting situated I carefully shift her onto my lap and chest. She murmurs and looks up at me waking ever so slightly.

“Loki?” She mumbles.

“Yea, love. I’m here. Go back to sleep,”

“Ok,” She mumbles again.

As she goes back to sleep she reaches her arms around my neck and lays her head on my chest. I kiss the crown of her head and gently rub her back. Once I’m sure she’s back asleep I take the remote and change it from Spotify and put on Supernatural as I’ve been trying to catch up on her favorite show.

She starts to wake up after 2 episodes. As I feel her start to wake up a look down as she looks up at me.

“Hey baby, how ya feeling?” I ask.

“Already feelin’ like shit, migraines already killer,” She answers sleepily.

“I’m sorry love. Anything I can do?” I wonder.

“Could you pass me my migraine medicine?” She questions.

“Of course. Anything else?” I say while passing her her medicine as well as her water.

“Not right now baby. Thank you,” She days before taking her meds and kissing me on the cheek.

She looks at the TV and asks “What episode are you watching?”

“I believe it was called ‘The Mystery Spot’” I answer.

“Oh, that’s a good one. The trickster is one of my favorites,” She exclaims.

“How come?” I ask her, adoring her excitement.

“Well, both the episode and the trickster are exceptionally funny. And it helps that the trickster is pretty handsome as well.” She answers, smiling.

“Oh is he?” I ask looking her in the eye.

“Yea, he is.” She looks up at me giggling.

“If you say so, my love. I’ll let you get away with it this time,” I say before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

After another 2 hours of watching Supernatural together, we both decide that we’re hungry and order a pizza. As it gets later I ask if she wants me to stay the night tonight, which she does. I text my mother explaining that Y/N doesn’t feel well and I will be staying. She texts back quickly okaying the plan but making me promise that when she feels well again to bring her back over. I agree knowing that Y/N and my mom get along well. Soon after Y/N gets up and does her nightly routine, I also take the time to get changed into some of the clothes I’ve left here. Once she comes back we switch to Youtube to not fall asleep in the middle of the season and lay down. Me on my back and he with her hand behind my head and in my hair, her head on my chest as well as her other hand. I wrap one of my arms around her wrist and my other hand on top of hers. She falls asleep first and I fall asleep soon after her.

#Avengers!Highschoolau #loki x reader #chronic pain #the avengers #loki #mcu loki #comfort fic #comfort #fluff #loki x female reader #pure fluff #x reader #loki fluff #loki of asgard #loki friggadottir #loki laufeyson #loki odinson

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mahougotham · 8 months

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Mahou Drabble 2 (electric boogaloo)

“Yeah I’m really sorry I can’t make it… no no I know I just still feel bad about it you know,” The Riddler paced back and forth in an abandoned warehouse while he was on the phone with his work, “Oh yeah that giant lizard is really tearing up the city… Of course I’ll send the schedule to you later today! Okay bye!”

He finally hangs up and looked over at the open door, waiting for a certain red headed hero. After a while, there he was running onto the scene, umbrella in tow and no doubt ready to go off on a long speech about justice or something.

“Your villainous schemes are coming to an end Riddler for Gotham City is under the protective umbrella-“

“Riddle Barrier,” Ed pointed to the warehouse roof and immediately glowing green chains wrapped the walls and met at the door, joined together by a large lock.

“Of the Pen-the Penguin. Why would you do that in the middle of my monologue!?”

“We meet again Penguin!”

“Hey don’t ignore me!”

“You must solve my riddle to earn your freedom and save the city from the giant monster devastating Gotham as we speak! Simple enough right? Wrong!”

Oswald pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a migraine coming on just thinking about what a pain in the ass solving the riddle will be.

“You must solve the riddle while locked in combat with me, THE RIDDLER.”

It can’t get any worse.

“And the longer it takes for you to solve the longer we’ll be stuck here!”

It got worse.

Oswald cleared his throat and braces himself for combat, his umbrella turning into a katana.

“Give me your riddle, Riddler. You monologue interrupting son of a bitch. You’re so damn lucky you’re so damn pretty. With your stupid pretty hair and your beautiful eyes,” Oswald threw his hands up, waving his sword at his opponent, “Riddle me up you gorgeous green jackass!”

Ed couldn’t quite wrap his head around the… insult? Compliment? A threat maybe? If it’s a threat it’s a weird one.

“Fuck you for being so damn hot!”

Edward just dropped his pose completely at that and just watched one of the city’s heroes pelted him with aggressive compliments.

#riddlebird #mahou writing #oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #04 Oswald is a disaster flirt and stand by it #they’re both idiots

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itsybitchylittlewitchy · 2 years

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Mind Games

Dark Loki Fic: Could eventually lead to fluff and of course smut.

Pairing: Loki x Female reader (eventually)

Summary: You are Y/N, you have kick-ass telekinetic powers and the ability to read and control minds, but using your powers takes a devastating toll on your mortal body.

Word count: 1900

Warnings: strong language and future smut YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, dark Loki

Any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 🖤

A/N: I recently had some inspiration to write this fic (could be a one shot or longer) partly from talking to @ficitve-sl0th 💚 Unfortunately I've not been keeping well and that's left me unable to concentrate on writing much, but I will try to get back into it when I can.

If you want another part to this please let me know!

Y/N blinked awake; the streaks of sunlight came flooding through the thin gaps of the curtains, gently illuminating the small studio apartment.

“Urgh, …….Jarvis? What time is it?”

She groaned, dragging the cosy blanket that she was tangled in, up to cover her face. What little light was in the room was already far too much for the searing pain pounding in her head.

“Good morning, Y/N. It is currently 8:45am. Would you like to hear your schedule for today?”

Jarvis asked, the noise of the automated voice ringing through the apartment making you yell out in pain.

“Urrrghhhh, Jarvis just shut up! Activate protocol Eleven”

Y/N managed to groan out, silencing Jarvis and instantly filling all the windows with a dark tint. she lay back, sinking her head into the pillow and looking at the black void where her ceiling would be, and mentally prepared herself for the torment the day would bring.

Blinding migraines where a debilitating side effect of Y/N’s powers. The more she seemed to wield her powers, the worse the migraines got. Days like today meant all she would want to do is stay in the darkness, sip water and refresh the ice packs over her eyes. This was the downside of having a mother who spent her entire pregnancy with you working within a secret Hydra lab.

Sure, you had kick-ass telekinetic powers and the ability to read and control minds, but using your powers took a devastating toll on your mortal body.

After your mother had died in childbirth, you were left in the care of your uncle Bruce Banner. Bruce knew the importance of keeping your abilities a secret, he knew to well what it was like to be used as nothing more than a weapon, so instead he helped you train your mind for more than just it’s enhanced abilities, trying to make sure you had as close to a normal childhood as was possible for someone who was home schooled in secret by a world class nuclear physicist with spectacular anger management issues.

It wasn’t long before Banner was picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D and recruited into the Avengers initiative, along with Tony Stark, Thor, Natasha and Clint. One day Bruce didn’t return back to the small home you shared, a week past, then two, with still no word. Until finally an unknown phone number rang on your mobile.

“Bruce?! Bruce?! Is that you?! Where the fuck have you been?! Are you okay?! I swear to……”

“Y/N!! Y/N!! Just stop and listen to me. I’m safe, but I won’t be home anytime soon. Just keep a low profile and stay safe okay. I’ll be back soon. Love you trouble”

“I love you too Uncle Bruce”

Y/N smiled, reluctantly hanging up the phone. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to living alone. Bruce often headed off for months at a time, he found it therapeutic to travel and help people. She knew her uncle took off to help others to make up for the guilt he felt whenever he turned into the big green guy.

A few more days past, it was the middle of the night, and Y/N woke up, something felt off. Cautiously sitting up in bed she gazed around the moonlit room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Slowly she crept out of bed, moving towards the wardrobe at the end of her room.

If someone was there, she didn’t want to be caught with her pants down, literally, as she tended to sleep in tank top and underwear.

Suddenly, the door kicked open and a blinding light filled the entire room, followed by a deafening BANG. Disorientated and confused Y/N tried to focus on what was happening as dozens of armed soldiers broke their way into the room, before, with a sharp crack to the back of her head everything faded to darkness.

Once the ringing in her ears had subsided, she awoke in a brightly lit room she didn’t recognise. As she went to sit up, she found herself bound to what appeared to be a examination table, as she began to struggle against her weight of her restraints.

“Woah there Matilda, just take it easy” a cocky voice came from the opposite side of the room. As she strained to look up, she seen the smiling Tony Stark waltzing towards her, smiling and typing on his phone.

“I will calm down once you get me out of these ridiculous restraints.” You yelled through gritted teeth, pulling at the straps to no avail.

“No can do Eleven. Not until we find out if you’re a friend or a foe” Stark deadpanned, facing away from you and continuing to type on the computer based at the side of the room.

Your eyes became a piercing bright blue as you stared over at Tony

“You will undo these restraints and let me go.” You said, calmly as Tony slowly turned around to face you. The same blue that engulfed your eyes crawling over like branching smoke over towards Stark.

“Yes…..” Stark said, beginning to look confused, his eyes turning bluer with each passing moment.

“I will release you”

He pressed a button on his phone and the restraints released from your limbs. Quickly you sat up and began rubbing your wrists, desperate to get some blood circulating back into them. The door crashed open, with Steve Rodgers barging into the room and immediately grabbing you by the neck and placing a collar around your neck. He was too quick for you to fight back or argue. As Rodgers began to look at you, he quickly took a step back, averting his gaze.

“Is he blushing?” you thought to yourself as you realised you where still in your underwear and tank-top.

“As fashionable as this collar is, I would prefer some trousers instead” you smirked looking over at Tony, who somehow seemed to be back to normal, the blue dissipating from his eyes completely.

Shit. This fucking collar must be blocking my powers. Typical Mr America coming in here and ruining everything” you thought rolling your eyes and tugging on the collar.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get you some clothes, and a nice isolation cell with a beautiful view just for you Matilda, don’t you worry” Stark said, now wearing a smirk of his own.

“My name is Y/N! not fucking Matilda, not Eleven, not any other stupid joke you come up with asshole” you growled at him.

“Is that anyway for a lady to talk?” Stark retorted back towards the doorway as you where lead away your isolation cell.

The cell was as bland as you expected a prison cell to be. You still weren’t entirely sure where you were but judging by the amount of glass, concrete walls and hi-tech equipment built into the place, you figured this must be the famous “Stark Tower” you had heard about on the news.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since your arrival at Stark Tower, but you estimated it must have been at least 3 days. You hadn’t seen Stark or Captain righteousness since your arrival. Only the inside of your bright isolation cell, and the cupboard built into the wall that had fresh clothing and food inside it twice a day.

If it wasn’t for the small collection of classics on the small bookshelf on the opposite wall, you were certain you would have gone mad already. From the isolation, terrible food or agitating collar weighing down your neck, you were unsure.

You looked up from reading a copy of Shakespeare’s Macbeth hearing the unmistakable sound of boots running against the floor, then a flash of blue energy from outside your cell door, then, silence.

The intercom to the room crackled to life and you heard a sultry voice saying,

“My my, what do we have here? A poor little caged bird? What could Stark have possibly been thinking locking up a beauty such as you?”

Still looking down at your book, you replied unimpressed to the voice,

“I’m not talking to thin air like some kind of mad woman. If you want to talk to me, come in here otherwise piss off.”

You challenged, while licking your finger and turning the crisp page of the book.

The voice chuckled back,

“As you wish pet.”

You heard the hissing noise of the door unlocking as a tall black-haired man strolled into your cell. Well, he wasn’t really a man, he was the most beautiful being you’d ever seen, dressed elegantly in emerald-green, black fine leather and regal gold accents, you where certain this man must be a god. His piercing blue eyes gazed through you, burning through to your core. Sending a dark shiver of desire through you. Despite his beauty, there was a sadness in his eyes, a desperation. But almost as quickly as you recognised it, it was gone.

“Kneel mortal, confess your Midgardian crimes to your God, and perhaps I may pardon you”

He spoke confidently, clutching onto a gold and silver bladed sceptre, with a shimmering blue stone within it, gesturing to the cell floor in front of him, his gaze never leaving you.

You scoffed in response.

“Is this guy for real?”

“Sorry my God” you laughed sarcastically.

“I don’t kneel for guys on the first date, even if they do look like you.”

Raising an eyebrow she looked him up and down.

In response he smirked and looked at her with amusement.

A green glow radiated from his hands, as a mysterious power forced you to your knees in front of him, the end of his sceptre pressing down the collar at the base of your neck.

“tell me, mortal. What have you done to be imprisoned in such a fashion?” He asked, tilting the blade of his sceptre under your chin, angling you up to look at him, as he tilted his own head looking at you with fascination.

“They’re scared of my powers if you must know. If it wasn’t for this collar, you would be too”

you spat at him defiantly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how truly scared you were, despite feeling yourself getting wet under his piercing gaze.

“As fun as breaking you would be for me pet. I do have a schedule to keep to, so you will just have to be a good girl for me and stay still.”

He smirked, pointing the glowing blue stone of the sceptre towards your chest.

Nothing.

His eyebrows furrowed,

“I don’t understand, this usually works”

he said, looking more and more confused as he kept prodding you with the glowing sceptre with no results. You laughed, despite the rising fear you felt.

“Performance issues? It can be difficult for some men to perform under pressure, I wouldn’t worry about it. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” You sassed, laughing at him.

His eyes darkened and he smirked reaching down and grabbing your chin bringing his face close to yours.

“Oh, I’m no a mere mortal, pet. I’m a God. I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

You watched as Loki began to throw the sceptre aside as he growled, dragging you up to him

“I suppose I will just have to enjoy breaking you the old-fashioned way.”

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Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Flags and Labels 🐑

The Reason 🐑 Goodbye 💧 (sequel to The Reason, can also be stand alone)

Requested: “You’re not alone anymore.” 🩸🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you cannot say your soulmate’s name 🐑

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Books and Their Covers 🐑

Communication Breakdown 💧🐑

Gizmo (Drabble) 🐑

No Life Without You 💧🩸

Somewhere Safe 💧🩸🐑

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Where The Sky Touches the Sea Series Masterlist (Hiatus)

30 Days 💧🐑

Every Pilot Needs A Wingman 🐑

Insecure 💧🐑

Longer 🐑

Sticky/Tricky Jar 🐑

To Be Wanted 💧🐑

What Ifs 🐑

Whole Enchilada 🐑

Requested: “It’s two sugars right?” and “I’ll pick you up at the airport.” 🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you dream of your soulmate in a past life 🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where you can feel when they’re in grave danger or emotionally distressed 💧🐑

Fake Fic Title: Panicky Expectant Father 🐑

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey (Kingsman and The Golden Circle)

Whiskey Straight Series Masterlist (Hiatus)

A Statesman Christmas 💧🐑🔥

Fireflies 💧🐑

Love is Blind 💧🩸🐑

Overwhelmed 🐑

Secrets in the Wind 💧🐑

Showed Up in Boots 💧🐑

Requested: “Any other lies left to tell me?” and “Are they really ‘just a friend’?” 💧

Requested: “Why are you acting like this?” 💧🩸

Requested: “I hope your day gets better.” and “You know, you can stay if you want to.” 🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU where it is impossible to lie to your soulmate 🐑

Fake Fic Title: Undercover Lover 🐑

Agent Brandy Universe: Featuring Statesman OC “Agent Brandy” First, Time 🐑 Weapons Testing 🐑

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Early Mornings 🔥

Passing the Test 🐑

Tiktok Dancing 🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU, matching soulmarks 🐑

Requested: Soulmate AU, dream sharing 🔥

Fake Fic Title: Chalk Tasting Hearts 🐑

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Broken Art 💧🐑

Sunflowers and Pink Roses 💧🐑

Requested: “Let’s just sit in tonight.” and Thigh Riding 🔥

Requested: Soulmate AU where everyone has a “soul animal” that only they and their soulmate can see 🐑

Max Phillips (Bloodsucking Bastards)

XXX-Mas 🔥

Picking up the Pieces - Max Phillips Edition 💧🐑

Who’s The Boss 🔥

HC: Max helping you with a migraine 🐑

Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)

Doing Business 🔥

Picking up the Pieces - Max Lord Edition 💧🐑

Working Late 🔥

Fake Fic Title: Conflict of Interest 💧🐑

Requested: “Stay Over” 🐑

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Best Laid Plans 🐑

Bittersweet 💧

Picking up the Pieces - Poe Dameron edition 💧🐑

Think Happy Thoughts 💧🔥

Drabble: Being Poe’s Hairdresser 🐑

Requested: “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” 🐑

Requested: “ Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” 💧

Requested: “I’m right here.” 🐑

Requested: “You’re hurt. Please just let it heal.” 💧

Requested: Soulmate AU where you cannot feel lust or sexual desire until you meet your soulmate. 🐑

Misc. Characters

Blue Jones (Sucker Punch)

My Eyes Only 🐑🔥

Jonathan Levy (Scenes From a Marriage)

Attraction and Other Subjectivities 🔥

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Bug in the System 💧🐑

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Requested: “Go back to sleep.” 🐑

Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier)

Requested: “I was just thinking about you.” and “I want you to have this.” 🐑

Pedro Boys Collections

Pregnancy Announcement HCs 💧🐑