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actuallybarb · 10 days

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here with me

pairing: male x gn!reader (i tagged with a lot of different male characters i find comforting, but there’s no names used so you can imagine anyone you so please)

word count: 0.6k

warnings: reader is in pain (nothing descriptive), he comforts. just fluff

a/n: i wrote this as a result of my own migraines, but i kept all the symptoms vague because any chronic pain is a bitch, and you deserve to be treated softly by the person of your choice

The apartment usually wasn’t this quiet when he got home.

Or this dark.

He set his keys on the counter and left his boots by the door, then carefully stepped through the apartment. The kitchen and living room were both empty, and the office looked like it hadn’t been touched all day.

There was no light under the bedroom door. He set a cautious hand on the doorknob, but a quiet whimper had him opening the door without question.

You were laid out on the bed, on top of the covers, with an arm draped over your eyes. The ceiling fan and rotary fan on the ground were both spinning at top speed, and he could just see a dark bag poking out under your neck.

He quietly closed the door and returned to the kitchen, now a man on a mission. He grabbed a straw and a water bottle from the fridge, then took an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it with a dish towel. He took the last item, a bottle of painkillers, from the cabinet and silently returned to the bedroom, the only sound of his presence being the faint click as the door closed one more time.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You let out another small whimper.

“How bad is it?”

“9.5.”

Unbearable, then, if you were using an actual pain scale.

He set his items on the nightstand and took a seat beside you on the bed.

“Meds?”

“At 3.”

Only a couple hours ago, too soon to take more. He put those beside the lamp.

He uncapped the water bottle and put the straw in, then he gently tucked a hand behind your head and lifted. “Drink.”

Your lips wrapped around the straw, and he didn’t pull the bottle away until you’d swallowed at least four times. But before you could lay back down, he replaced your old ice pack with a new one. You shivered a little, but the cold was a welcome reprieve.

“Stay or go?”

You could’ve cried. He’d stuck with you through this so many times he knew your comforts by heart. He read your moods instantly, and most of the time didn’t need promptings, but he always took the time to ask when it got bad like this. And he never shamed you for only being able to say a few words at a time.

“Stay.”

It nearly came out as a sob.

He shed his jacket and started unbuttoning his jeans. “Shirt or no shirt?”

“Soft.”

He took off his current shirt and replaced it with his sleep one, nothing decorating the black fabric, just ultra-soft cotton.

“Where do you want me?”

It differed every time. Sometimes you didn’t want him at all, the thought of another person with you sending jolts of pain through your body. Other times you wanted him to stay, but on the other side of the bed. Or you wanted him close, but barely touching.

“Top.”

Or sometimes you needed him to put all of his body weight on top of you like a human weighted blanket.

“Covers?”

“No.”

He positioned himself, knees on either sides of your thighs, then he slowly lowered himself until his hands on either side of your face were the only thing keeping him up.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

He finished lowering himself and settled his full weight against you.

You sighed in relief.

“Better?”

You nodded and tucked yourself into the crook of his neck. “Better.”

“Three taps if I’m suffocating you.”

For the first time that day, you took a deep breath and relaxed.

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jellyclogs · 5 months

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hi, brooke here! <3

could i request ace helping the reader, who is having a migraine? I'm currently struggling with one myself and that would be much comfort!

feel free to be as creative as you'd like 🐝✨

not gonna lie I didn't see this ask till yesterday sorry about not replying sooner. and as some one who deals with chronic migraines, I'm sorry you've been going through it. I hope they have been getting better and I hope you enjoy the story.

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trigger warnings: Migraine, cussing, mentions of panic attacks

A Migraine

I could feel it since this morning. Just a dull ache in the back of my head. I knew it was only a matter of time before a migraine decided to strike me. I managed to get through my normal daily chores before my vision began to blur. The only reason id been able to complete my chores was because it was all muscle memory. If id had to put any real thought into it I'd be more than a little lost. I couldn't focus on anything and my thoughts were flowing like syrup through frozen pipes.

I stepped away from the laundry and closed my eyes. Yeah even with the excessive amounts of ibuprofen and acetaminophen I had taken I needed to go lay down. I turned to Banshee, she had been the only other female on the spades with me. After Pops just kinda claimed Ace as one of his we followed Ace to the whitebeard pirates. “I'm sorry to leave you when we still have work to do but if I don't go lay down I think my brain might selfdistrict.”

Banshee turned to me, “Sweetheart it's not a problem. You've looked like shit all morning I was wondering when you'd tap out.” she smiled at me. “But didn't think asking why you look like a walking corpse would help nun.” we’d been crew members for years, she knew my struggles with migraines. “Plus it's not like this is a hangover and you did it to yourself,” she added.

“Yeah nope, definitely not a hangover, and by god I feel like one.” I gave her a pathetic smile, “But still, I owe you one.” I turned to walk to the door my hand on the wall as I walked. My head was spinning. Though I knew could handle a little tumble I didn't see the need to worry the crew.

“Don't worry about it. And do you want me to walk you back to your dorm? How steady are you on your feet?” she asked in a motherly tone.

“I'll be fine But thanks Banshee.” I waved her by as I left the room. I didn't need to take her away from the work that was left.

I picked my way threw the ship trying to avoid the louder parts. Sadly my room was right next to the mess hall, no matter what time it was the mess hall was always packed full and loud enough to make the floor boards of the ship shake. I winced knowing I'd have to walk past the mess hall's doors to get to my room. The noise would be loud enough to take my balance completely away and my vision would be fucked. I braced myself for a moment, checking one last time if the way was clear before, closing my eyes, and rushing to pass the doors.

I slammed straight into someone. Someone who was much steadier on their feet. Before I was sent to the floor a set of hands grabbed my shoulders and stopped me from falling. “You ok?” Ace called over the noise of the mess hall. His grip on my shoulders was firm but not harsh.

My hands came to cling onto his arms. The noise was overwhelming, like I'd thought My balance was gone and my vision went with it. I couldn't quite manage to speak so I just shook my head no. I wasn't hurt but I definitely wasn't ok.

Ace pulled me over to my room’s door. Helping me inside, “Is this a panic attack or a migraine?” he asked in a soft calming voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but smile at the question. Seeing as my head was a box of fucked up, and either were possible (plus both could take my speech away) it was a reasonable question.

I took a moment to take a deep breath and take in the quiet of my room, “Migraine.” I croaked out. With the blare of the mess hall gone some of my brain power was coming back.

“Have you taken anything for it?” he asked sounding slightly relieved. I don't blame him. Migraines were easier to deal with than panic attacks. He helped me over to my bed helping me sit down.

“More than Marco would be happy with,” I joked, giving him a smile hoping it would calm him down slightly. I could feel the way his heart was racing well he was holding me. Ace was good at keeping a calm face when he was panicked, but his heart always gave him away. With his tough exterior, it might surprise people how much of a softy he is when it comes to his crew. He feels helpless and panicky when the people he cares about are hurt.

“Ok since I'm not a doctor I won't scold you for that,” he sighed but I could hear the smile in his voice. He was calming down now that he knew what was wrong and how to help, “how about water?” he asked walking over to my curtains and drawing them close.

“I could use a glass.” I shifted from sitting on my bed to lying down. If it were anyone else I might have just said I was fine, but with Ace I couldn't. With ace, I knew he’d feel better if he was helping.

“Well then ill be back.” he paused at the doorway looking over his shoulder, “Have you eaten?” he asked.

“Yes I have,” I answered my voice muffled, I had a pillow over my face to block out more light. Not that I was looking but I could feel the questioning look he was giving me, “I had breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and orange juice… not lying, promises.” I grumbled.

“Just checking.” he chuckled, and then I heard the door open and close. A few moments later I heard the door open again. Then there were footsteps crossing my room and someone sitting down on the edge of my bed. “You gonna sit up or just spill water all over yourself?” Ace asked in a slightly teasing tone.

“Sit up,” I mumbled sitting up and leaning my head against one of his shoulders.

“Good.” he brought a cup of water to my lips. He let me grab hold of the water cup before letting go. If I was feeling less shitty I might have enjoyed how close he was to me. He waited for me to finish drinking the water before asking, “You want heat or ice on the back of your neck?”

“Heat.” some heat on the back of my neck would definitely help. It would soothe my shoulders and hopefully convince my brain to calm down some. I wondered if he'd grabbed both an ice pack and a hot water bottle.

“You got it sunshine,” I could hear mischief in his voice but I wasn't sure why. Ace wasn't the type to mess with someone if they weren’t in good shape. Before I could ask what he had up his sleeve he was lying down in my bed with me, his arm my new pillow.

For a moment I just froze then I decided, fuck it. I shifted slightly to get comfortable. I was about to bitch that his arm wasn't going to be hot enough when I realized it was. “Guess this is one way to use your devil fruit.” I hummed.

“You want me to get you something else?” he asked in a soft hum. I could feel the hum reverberate in his chest, it was a pleasant sensation.

“Think you can stay here for a while?” I asked almost meekly. If I was being honest with myself it felt really nice to be cuddled up to Ace.

“Yeah I can stay here as long as you need me to,” he replied snuggling into me a little bit.

“Then no I don't want something else,” I closed my eyes, ready for a nap.

“You got it,” Ace answered letting me fall asleep on his arm.

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notdysfunk · 8 months

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those chronic artist migraines, amiright?

#i genuinely stare at a wall for like an hour #“talking to sun” during it too #boom #migraine gone #moondrop #sundrop #sundropfnaf #daycare attendant #moondropfnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #moonfnaf #sunfnaf #fnafmoon #moondrop x reader #moon x reader #moon x y/n #moondrop x y/n #moon comfort

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turbo-tsundere · 1 year

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Kokichisake-onna

*Happy anime narrator voice*: “And thus, Kokichi has once again successfully evaded the dread of emotional openness!”

Also here’s a random selection of derpy concept doodles for this comic :)

Thank you byeeeeee

#gonta gokuhara #gokuhara gonta #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #kokichi oma #featuring shuichi xD #ougoku #awwgoku #my art #I wanted to post it on ougoku day but work and migraines piled up on me and I really wanted to give this one the time it needs!#If you know the legend you know why Shuichi is panicking XDD #Look into Kokichi's eyeballs in panel 3 and see the sad hope against hope and yet! he still actively sabotages any comfort coming his way!#Is Gonta just kind or is his compassion a warped mix of compulsive fawning and misplaced empathy that keeps inviting menace into his life?#there's a secret sadness to this silly comic lmao and it's those poor sods' autopilots #I say laughing but by god do they need help #anyway enjoy! I might try posting more of Gonta ships I like - like this one; or with Shuichi; and some others 8D #btw I LOVE Gonta's scariest sprite - fantastic detail bc it does look like a snarl and ofc a wild child would imitate animal expressions!#and 2 out of 3 times he uses it he's actually NOT angry but hyped or frustrated - both cases also smth I appreciate for certain reasons #his actual 'serious angry' sprite is far more toned down in comparison

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jakeperalta · 3 months

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defining a "comfort album" as whatever feels right to you :)

#this poll is brought to you by the migraine i just had #because in january 2021 i became unwell for several months and evermore was always my go to #whenever i could do nothing but lie there and feel awful #so today when i went to lie down it was just automatic to be like at least i have evermore to listen to :)#so even though it's quite a sad album it's a comfort in the sense of being what i reach for when i feel bad #the other option would be lover as my sort of happy place album #i'm curious whether this will skew more towards the earlier albums than favourite album polls because of the nostalgia factor #or i could see folklore winning for the comfort during the pandemic factor #polls #taylor swift

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idyllicwillowtree · 8 months

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How Much Love

Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader / gn!reader; angst with fluffy ending, hurt/comfort, established relationship

Summary: Steve has a migraine attack but he’s too stubborn to take care of himself.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: one curse word, non-descriptive vomiting, migraine symptoms, chronic pain, crying, one use of Y/N, dumb joke, p*rn reference?

Author’s note: I know the migraine thing has been overdone but idc :) I'm pretty sure this could be read as gender neutral but you can lmk if that's not the case

Enjoy!

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Steve knew he shouldn’t have gone to work. The second his eyes opened he knew it was going to be a rough day. The persistent throbbing on the left side of his face and the twist of nausea in his stomach would be enough to convince anyone else that they should take it easy.

Not for Steve though.

He’s done this dance before. The battle in his mind of not wanting to waste one of his precious sick days or if he should stay home and take care of himself so he can make it through the next day. He usually sucked it up and went with the former.

I’ve had worse before, he’d rationalize to himself. I can handle it.

His true motivation for leaving the comfort and warmth of his bed was the date he had planned for you two. Steve went all out with flowers, chocolates, dinner reservation at Enzo’s, and concluding the night snuggled up on his couch watching a rented movie.

But the customers kept coming. Steve could've sworn they were all there, not to rent a movie, but to exacerbate his migraine attack. Tired mothers bringing in their screaming babies, a group of smelly teenagers, and a boisterous man who was trying to convince Robin that The Godfather was the greatest movie ever made. That’s not even mentioning the flickering fluorescent lights that Keith refuses to change the bulbs in.

Robin began to take notice once Steve kept bumping into the shelves as he put away tapes around the store. She watched as he mustered up enough strength to pick up a stack of returned tapes and mindlessly put The Muppet Babies in the Horror section and something called I Dream of Weenie in the kids section.

By 4:30, he was absolutely fried.

“Go home, dingus,” Robin ordered.

All Steve could muster was a small grunt from his spot at the register. His forehead was pressed to the cool counter, toned arms wrapped around his head, trying to keep as much noise and light out as possible.

The bell on the door of Family Video was the final nail in the coffin. People have been coming in and out all day but this time the ring pierced through the side of his head like a burning knife, swiftly penetrating his brain and twisting it for good measure.

Steve’s back stiffened as he sat up too fast, stomach turning when he ran blindly through the store and into the bathroom before emptying out the contents of his stomach. He tried not to think about when the last time the toilet was cleaned as he kept his face in the ceramic bowl, spitting out the rest of the sour bile coating his throat.

Steve barely heard the door creak open through the throbbing in his head and the ringing in his ears, but he did notice the light in the bathroom turn off. “Go away, Robin,” he croaked out.

The disobedient footsteps continued towards him. He just wanted to be left alone, feeling too vulnerable in this state. He felt embarrassment twist in his chest at the thought of not being able to handle a simple headache.

A cold hand landed on the back of his neck and began to massage lightly. It felt comforting but Steve’s mind was rejecting it, “Robin, I said-”

He finally lifted his heavy head, half opened eyes widened slightly as he met your concerned gaze, only for him to start welling up. Steve’s lip trembled as it failed to keep a sob from escaping.

“Oh baby,” you whispered. “Not feeling good?”

Steve hung his head the best he could with his stiff neck and shook his head in response.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Try not to move your head too much.”

You squatted next to him on the nasty bathroom floor and gently brought him into your arms. You let him cry into your shirt, gently rubbing soothing circles on his back and neck. Steve knew that crying would only hurt his head more, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand the emotions he was feeling yet, but he knew he was relieved to see you show up. Like a superhero, there to heal and protect him from any harm.

“I’m here now, baby. Let’s get you home, okay?”

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Steve was so out of it he wasn’t sure how it happened, but the next thing he knew he was snuggled in a cocoon of pillows and blankets. He peeled his eyes open and recognized the dark ceiling of his bedroom.

You were puttering around the room, tidying up a little so Steve would have one less thing to worry about. He admired how natural it looked for you, knowing where everything goes and even avoiding the loud creaking spots on the floor. Steve had the sudden urge to reach out but you tucked him in so well he was having trouble slipping his arms out.

His grunt of protest over the blanket entrapment alerted you and you were by his side in an instant.

“What is it baby?” you whispered gently, “you need some water? Or a new ice pack?”

Only when you removed the cool washcloth from his forehead did he notice the satisfying chill. He must have been practically asleep when you brought him home because he really doesn’t remember anything.

“What time is it?” Steve croaked out.

He leaned into the kiss you pressed gently to his cheek before you answered, “almost midnight.”

“What?!” Steve immediately went to sit up, but in his weakened state you were easily able to push him back down. “We had reservations!”

“I know, Stevie. It was really sweet of you to make plans but nothing we can do about it now,” you tried to reason. “We need to get you feeling better.”

“But I-”

“Stop that,” you demanded, still with a quiet and gentle tone, but it was still enough to cut him off. “Let me take care of you, Stevie. I know you feel bad, but I want to take care of you.”

Steve wasn’t sure if you meant he was feeling bad because he was sick or because of the immense amount of guilt he feels whenever he sees himself as a burden to others. Probably a little of both.

“I just…I was looking forward to tonight,” Steve muttered tiredly. “And this stupid chronic thing just always gets in the way and I don't…I don’t like asking for help.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he was making much sense but your smile showed him you understood. Your expression was soft and comforting as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. “Steve, I love you. All of you. Every single part of you I just adore. It doesn’t matter if those parts are feeling bad or good, I’ll always be here,” you stroked his cheek gently with the back of your hand, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “I like caring for you Steve. It makes me feel good. So don’t worry about burdening me or anything like that, okay?”

Steve felt his lip tremble again but managed to gulp down his sobs this time. He whispered a quiet, “thank you” before fully relaxing. He lazily pursed his lips, silently asking for affection, which you happily fulfilled. You moved in close and kissed his lips as a way to let him know you will support him during this tough time.

Once you were leaned back you said, “now, on a scale from one to ten, how bad does it hurt?”

“Mm…Eleven.”

“No, it’s Y/N.”

Silence engulfed the negative space until a curious Steve peeled one eye open, only to see your shit-eating grin. He knew you’d be frozen like that until he laughed, but your expression was usually funnier than the joke.

He puffed out a laugh through his nose before shutting his eyes again. “That was horrible,” he said.

“Maybe, but at least I got you to smile,” you said smugly.

“Mm you sure did,” he praised you lightly. “Now c’mere. Cuddling is the best medicine.”

It’s called ‘chronic pain’ for a reason. Sure you can dull the pain with medications and treatments but it’ll always be there. Sometimes all you have to do is deal with it and ride it out, but it makes it so much easier when there’s someone there who loves and supports you.

Love may not be able to cure all kinds of pain but Steve thinks your love comes pretty close.

thank you for reading!

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steddieas-shegoes · 11 months

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Request: Hellfire night is happening post spring break from hell, it's at the apartment of Steve & Eddie. Steve has an intense migraine & chronic pain flare ups. He can barely make it through the door. Eddie has to bring Steve but Steve is in pain and wants to stay close to Eddie. So they play dnd with Steve essentially curled up on the couch near Eddie.

MY DARLING!!!! STEVE SUFFERING TIME!!! I know I shouldn't make him suffer so much, but it's just that he's so easy to make suffer. But this one is so so soft, and so comforting. Steve is loved so much, it makes the hurt not so hurt-y. As a migraine sufferer myself, there are times when I genuinely consider just laying on the floor and hoping I pass out so I don't have to feel it anymore. I do base a lot of Steve's experiences off of my own (though mine is less head trauma and more genetics), but I hope other people can see themselves in it and get some comfort, too. I also used a new little cute term of endearment inspired by one of my favorite regular customers at my last job who called his wife of 64 years sweet love from the day they met, even when he was talking to other people about her. - Mickala ❤️

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If he’d gotten his shift covered at work today, he probably wouldn’t be in so much fucking pain.

But he needed the money, and when he first woke up, the pain wasn’t that bad. He’d had worse.

After hours of customers asking him to reach the top shelf, screaming babies and children not getting the ice cream or candy they wanted, and a few too many old men complaining about the prices of bread, Steve’s headache escalated from minor pain to unbearable, and had spread throughout his body.

He’d gotten somewhat used to the aches he sometimes woke up with, the throbbing pains in his joints when he spent too long on his feet or tried to do too much exercising. Some days were less tolerable than others, but today was the worst he’d had in a while.

Every breath stung, his lungs pushing against his ribs, his ribs pushing against his skin, his skin on fire.

And when he arrived at his apartment, he knew it was about to get worse.

He could hear Eddie, his booming voice painting a picture for all of Hellfire. He didn’t need to see him to know he was probably standing on his chair or, more dramatically, the table.

Any other time, Steve would be endeared, would walk in and say hi to everyone, give Eddie a kiss on the cheek before he made his way to the shower and then make snacks for the group.

Tonight, though, Steve didn’t even know if he could make it past the couch.

Or to it, for that matter.

Maybe he could just use the rug at the door as a pillow for the night. Everyone could step over him as they left, or maybe they could all just stay the night so he wouldn’t get woken up.

He was shaking with the effort to make it through the door, the key missing the lock the first couple of tries because his hands kept wobbling.

Eventually, he got inside.

He leaned back against the door, his body screaming at him to be horizontal instead of vertical. He let out a groan, which hurt more than he planned.

The dining room area got quiet.

“Stevie? That you?” Eddie’s voice sounded concerned, even without seeing his face to confirm.

He couldn’t answer. It hurt to even think about answering.

He let his eyes close, the pain in his head dulling for just a moment with the light from the living area being extinguished. It wasn’t even that bright, just one lamp in the corner and one on the table by the couch, but it still felt blinding when he opened his eyes again.

Eddie was standing in front of him now, hands reaching towards him but hesitating to actually touch.

“What’s hurting, sweet love?”

All Steve could do was let out a small whimper, and even that was more pain than it was worth.

“Everything?” Eddie whispered, getting closer, but still not touching. Steve could almost feel the heat coming off of Eddie’s constantly too-hot skin.

“Mm.”

“Alright, you wanna go to the couch?”

Yeah, he did, but he didn’t think he could make it. But as always, Eddie read his mind.

“I’ll carry you if it’s okay to lift you,” he suggested quietly.

“Mm.”

“Okay, assuming that’s a yes,” Eddie responded at the same volume as before, though Steve knew he was smirking, could hear the way his mouth was curled up at the corner, amused.

Before Steve could even try to form a response, Eddie’s arms were under his legs and back, lifting him up and cradling him against his front.

Pain shot through his entire body, but he bit his lip so he wouldn’t make a noise. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad about something outside of their control.

“‘S okay, angel. Let it out.”

He let out another whimper, louder than the last. He heard footsteps coming into the room and assumed everyone here for Hellfire had decided to check in.

He opened one eye, but immediately regretted it, inhaling sharply as he squeezed his eyes shut again.

“Can someone shut off the lamps?” Eddie asked as he managed to set Steve down slowly, gently on the couch.

Eddie’s fingers were barely brushing along his forehead, moving his hair away from his face with the lightest possible touch.

Steve felt a tiny bit of relief from laying down, though his head decided to start pulsing as it lay flat against the cushion.

“Lap?” Steve asked, forgetting for a moment what he’d walked home to: the weekly D&D campaign.

Eddie needed to be a DM for them, he couldn’t sit out here with Steve.

“Alright, everyone grab the stuff, we’re using the coffee table. I don’t need my notes or screen so leave it, and so help me, if I suspect any of you looked at them, I will kill you all in a trap,” Eddie said from the floor next to Steve.

Steve could hear light footsteps moving out of the room and then Eddie’s whispers in his ear.

“Gonna lift your head for just a minute while I sit. Want you to turn so your face is looking at me, it’ll block out the light when we turn them back on. I can rub your shoulders and back that way too.”

Steve couldn’t really nod, but he tilted his head up just a bit to show he was okay with it, though they both knew it would be painful.

Eddie was fast though, didn’t want him to suffer a single second longer than he absolutely had to.

Before Steve could process the zing of pain through his head and neck, he was already situated as comfortably as possible on Eddie’s lap, face turned into his stomach.

One of Eddie’s hands gently cupped the back of his head, holding him steady so he could completely relax.

He did, or as much as he really could with the level of pain he was at.

“You take anything?” Eddie asked as his other hand started slowly rubbing his shoulder, just a light pressure to ease him into more touch.

“Mhm.”

He’d taken something at lunch, and then again when he got off of work and didn’t think he’d be able to drive home without something in his system.

It seemed like it was actually kicking in now, though that could also be Eddie’s practiced attention to all the worst areas of pain.

The kids were slowly coming into the room, Steve could hear them setting things on the coffee table as quietly as possible, whispering amongst themselves.

It was suddenly extremely hot in the room, and Steve knew that was just part of the crash as the medicine kicked in further. Normally, he was alone or only with Eddie, and could strip and lay on cool sheets with a fan blowing on him, but he couldn’t with the kids here.

He knew if he asked, they would go. They were good kids, and they’d understand, and Eddie could reschedule for the next day since he was off.

But he didn’t want them to have to rearrange everything because of him, not when Eddie was so excited about a new character introduction for tonight.

“Alright guys, gonna have to keep it to a whisper,” Eddie said, the rise and fall of his stomach as he breathed lulling Steve into a calm state, though not quite sleeping.

Eddie continued to run the campaign, everyone being as quiet as possible, only Dustin having to be reminded once to keep his voice down when he got a bit overexcited about getting past the guards surrounding the water they had to dive in to get to some kind of map.

It was all very complicated to Steve, and he couldn’t keep on a good day.

Eddie’s hands rested on his body the entire time, slowly rubbing circles into any part they could reach, fingers running slowly through his hair.

Steve drifted at some point, and when he woke up, the room was pitch black and Eddie’s hands had stilled, resting on his arm and head.

Steve blinked up at him, moving his head only enough to squint up at Eddie’s face.

He was passed out, mouth wide open, head leaned back along the back of the couch.

He had no idea what time it was, or how long they’d been like this, but he wasn’t going to wake him up.

He noticed the pain in his head had dulled to just the occasional sharp pinch in his forehead and most of his joints seemed like he could move them without wanting to crumble to the ground.

He slowly rolled onto his back, but Eddie let out a loud snore and immediately opened his eyes when he felt the movement.

“You okay?” He rasped.

“Better,” Steve smiled up at him, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. “Thanks for taking care of me, baby.”

“Anytime, sweet love. You wanna move to the bed?”

“Can we take a bath first?”

Eddie looked over at the clock.

“It’s past midnight, are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just wanna relax in a bath with you for a bit.”

Eddie leaned down to kiss him.

Sometimes he did that; Just kissed him instead of using words to reply, showing him instead of telling him in the best way.

These kisses were different from his other kisses. They were softer, less hungry, loving in a way that Steve didn’t think words could even say.

“Let’s go relax in the bath, then.”

“Did the game go okay?” Steve asked as he slowly sat up.

“Yeah. Kids were worried about you.”

“I’m okay. You told them I’m okay, right?”

“I told them you’d be okay. They just love you,” Eddie said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head.

“I love them, too.”

“You’re kind of our north star, Stevie.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. We’re a bit lost without you. That’s why it’s hard to see you hurting like that. Not just for me, but for all of us.”

“I’m fine now.”

Eddie didn’t respond, left a kiss on his forehead, and started walking towards their bathroom.

“Come be fine in the bath with me!” He said over his shoulder.

Steve obliged. He’d be fine anywhere as long as Eddie was there to take care of him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #hellfire club #the party #hurt/comfort #chronic pain steve harrington #steve harrington has migraines #eddie takes such good care of him #ficlet #request

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lavenoon · 9 months

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Meds didn't kill the migraine and you still gotta go to work </3

#post let luce #dcamv #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #brought to you by my own meds resistant migraine #today with nausea!#so drawing this/ looking at a screen might not have been the best course of action #but consider: i have errands to run and this was a way to steel myself #speaking of. actually.#my art #anyways yes. fun times. enjoy #may you feel comfort too

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solisaureus · 6 days

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honestly i think the counterpush against the toxic notions of “love will fix you” and “i can love them better” have swung too far and now people are saying things like “you can’t love someone else until you love yourself” and “it’s unhealthy to seek comfort from your partner when you’re mentally ill”

like let’s be fr here. the number one most effective intervention for mental illness is social support. i honestly think the devaluation of friendships and other non-romantic sources of emotional support has contributed to this issue — the common unhealthy extremes being “your romantic partner will heal you with love” and “you need to heal yourself on your own.” expecting a mentally ill person to recover entirely alone is not only cruel, it’s unrealistic and infeasible without social support. thus, it’s normal and healthy to rely on your romantic partner for comfort and support. it’s just that it BECOMES unhealthy if they are the only or the main source of comfort and support in a mentally ill person’s life.

so no, dating someone who loves you won’t fix your mental illness. but not having to cope with it alone damn well helps.

#forgive me if this is incomprehensible i have a migraine #but i’ve been thinking abt this for a while. especially since the tsats discourse has people #claiming that solangelo is toxic because nico relies on will for emotional support #first of all they rely on each other for emotional support. that’s what relationships are for #and second of all seeking comfort from your partner isn’t inherently unhealthy behavior i just think we have this association that it is #because we see unhealthy representations of it all the time but i strongly feel that tsats isn’t one of them #robin text

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anguishmacgyver · 29 days

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#daniel jackson #a very normal photoset #comfort heavy #the first and the last pic ignited (haha) a great need for feverfic #sg1 #stargate sg1 #sg1 10x10 #sg1 10x11 #that migraine aesthetic #you were kinda expecting that no?#michael shanks #whump #whump aesthetic #whumpedit

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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I Need You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: I love your writing! Could you do a Dean x reader, where you have a really bad migraine and he takes care of you?

Note: I know everyone who has migraines experiences them slightly differently. Thankfully I haven't had one in years, but I used to have them quite frequently when I was a teenager, so the way it's described here is just how I know them!

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Story:

Sam, Dean, and [Y/N] were in the car on their way to a motel. They were in the middle of what looked like a witch hunt, and had spent the morning and afternoon interviewing the family and friends of several victims who had died under strange circumstances in the last month. [Y/N] was in the back, while Sam and Dean were bickering about something in the front. She didn't know what they were arguing about, but she suddenly found both of their voices extremely irritating, and she knew why. The top right of her vision looked like it had been burned by glancing at the sun or a bright light, except it wasn't fading. It was growing slowly, creeping around her peripheral. It was moving, almost shimmering like a kaleidoscope that she couldn't quite focus on. The pain hadn't started, but the visual aura along with her irritation meant one thing; a migraine was coming.

She didn't get them frequently, and she also hadn't pinned down what triggered them. Some of her friends in the past had suggested common triggers like loud noises or coffee, but there was no consistent trigger for her. They seemed completely random and unpredictable. Having one in the middle of a hunt was extremely inconvenient. It wasn't a pain that she could work through like she had with a broken arm, or a bullet hole in her shoulder, or a stab wound in her leg, which could all be bandaged or stitched up. Migraines meant not being able to see, not being able to stand noise or light, and vomiting. There was no way she could interview anyone or chase down any witches in that condition.

"Oh my god will you two please just shut the fuck up". She finally snapped at them before closing her eyes and leaning back in her seat. Sam and Dean shared an expression before Dean glanced at her in the rear view mirror and turned off the music, and Sam turned around to look at her.

"Hey". Sam reached over to tap her leg. "What's wrong?"

"Don't touch me". She mumbled at him.

"Okay, sorry, are you feeling alright? You look kinda pale". Sam was wearing a worried expression that [Y/N] didn't see as she hadn't reopened her eyes. She didn't answer, she just grumbled something under her breath.

"Sweetheart? Can you talk to us?" Dean was trying to get as many glances in the rear view mirror as he could while still driving in a straight line.

"I want to go to the motel".

"Okay, yeah we're on our way, about another twenty minutes to go. What's wrong [Y/N]?" Dean asked her.

"Migraine. No more talking, please. Your voices are so grating". Neither Sam nor Dean took offense to this. They had been with her when she'd had a migraine before and they knew that nothing she said was personal. They just shared another glance before they both turned their attention to the road ahead of them. After five minutes Dean noticed that she was twisting and turning in her seat, very obviously unable to get comfortable. The pain had started. It wasn't unbearable yet, just a dull throb behind her eye, but enough that the hard glass of the Impala's window was agitating her further. Dean nudged Sam and looked down at his hoodie that was sitting between them that he'd taken off earlier, before gesturing back at [Y/N]. Sam nodded in understanding and grabbed the hoodie. He reached around and slowly and gently tucked it between her head and the window, trying not to disturb her. She felt the soft hoodie and turned towards it, breathing in Dean's scent. "Thank you". She whispered. Not long after that, she drifted off to sleep, the pain not bad enough to keep her awake now that she had a pillow.

Dean drove carefully, trying to avoid any unnecessary bumps or sudden stops. He slowly pulled into the motel and parked the car. Both Sam and Dean made sure to close their doors quietly. "Can you call Cas and ask him to go with you to the sheriffs office? I don't want to leave her here alone". Dean said quietly to Sam over the roof of the car. Sam nodded and took out his phone before walking away to call Cas. Dean came around to [Y/N]'s door and opened it slowly, putting his hand against his hoodie to stop her from falling over as the door opened wider. He leaned into the car and pulled her towards him so her head rested on his chest and his arms were under her knees and around her shoulders. He lifted her from the car right when Sam was finished on the phone. Sam jogged back to close the car door for Dean, and they made their way to the room. Sam opened the door and let Dean in first with [Y/N], and immediately went to close the curtains in the room to stop the late afternoon sun from hitting [Y/N]'s eyes.

Dean slowly laid her down on the bed that he had slept in the previous night. The room had two beds and a couch, and usually [Y/N] would take the couch since both of the boys were too tall, but he couldn't put her anywhere but a bed in this state; he would take the couch later if he had to. He lightly brushed her hair away from her face and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. Giving a look to Sam, the two of them left the motel room and closed the door behind them. "Cas said he can meet me at the station in fifteen". Sam said while Dean handed him the keys to the Impala. "I'll keep you updated by text". Dean nodded, eager to get back inside. "Can you keep me updated too? On [Y/N]?"

"Yeah of course Sammy. Thanks for being cool with me staying behind". Dean patted him on the shoulder and Sam pressed his lips together in a small smile before leaving to go meet Cas. Dean made his way quietly back into the motel room and went straight for his bag to look for the painkillers he'd brought with him. He didn't want to wake her up since she looked peaceful, but he knew if he didn't get the pills into her now, the pain would eventually wake her up and be worse later. He filled a glass of water for her and reached over to gently shake her shoulder. "Hey, [Y/N], wake up". Her eyes fluttered open and then immediately shut again. "Come on, you need to take these".

"Go away". She mumbled. He sighed, but didn't move.

"[Y/N], however bad it is now, it's gonna be a hell of a lot worse later if you don't take something for it". She moaned and grabbed a pillow to shove in front of her face. "You have to sit up. I know you don't want to, but you'll regret it later if you don't". He took the pillow from her, her grasp on it was weak. He pushed his hand under her neck and down around her shoulders and pulled her up to a sitting position. She groaned but didn't try to resist. She did manage to open her eyes, only to glare at him. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. Please just take these and then you can go right back to sleep". He handed her the glass of water and the pills, and she took them. He took the glass from her and put it on the bedside table before slowly letting her back down onto the bed. "Is there anything else you need?" He whispered to her. When she looked up at him he could see tears starting to form in her eyes and his heart broke for her.

"You". She sniffed and closed her eyes tight, letting a tear out to drip down her cheek.

"I'm here, what do you need?" He wiped her cheek with his thumb.

"I need you". She turned over onto her side to face away from him. Now understanding what she meant, Dean kicked off his shoes and jeans and pulled his flannel off, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxers. He got under the covers behind her and wrapped his arm around her chest, pulling her closer so he was spooning her, and rested his chin on top of her head. The pressure from his head on hers was in just the right place to help alleviate some of the pain, and being close to his smell was extremely comforting to [Y/N]. She fell back to sleep fairly quickly. Dean didn't get to have many moments like this with her, though he wanted them, and he savoured them when they did happen. He wanted them to be able to be vulnerable around each other, to be able to hold each other, feel safe around each other. Unfortunately those moments generally only came when one, or both of them, were in pain. He wanted more. He wanted those moments even when everything was going right and when they were both happy. He wanted to wake up to one of those moments every morning and go to sleep with one of those moments every night.

Dean and [Y/N] had been resting for about thirty minutes when he felt her stir. He tightened his hold around her instinctually and she suddenly froze. "Dean".

"Yeah? I'm here".

She pushed the covers back and immediately pushed his arm away and jumped out of the bed. She ran to the bathroom and he could see her kneel down at the toilet through the open door. He realised she was getting sick and hopped up to rush over to her and hold her hair back. He rubbed her back soothingly and felt her forehead again just to make sure she didn't have a temperature too. "You're okay, it's okay". She was crying again.

"I hate this".

"I know, I hate it too. Do you think you're done?" She nodded her head and he reached for a cloth on the counter to wipe her face. "You wanna brush your teeth?" He asked and she nodded again. "Okay, come here". He looped his hands under her arms and pulled her up to her feet. She wobbled a bit, her vision still partially blocked and the headache and empty stomach making her dizzy. He held her steady by her shoulders as she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth, then he helped her back to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and he got her some fresh water. He knelt down in front of her and handed her the glass, placing his hands on her thighs to still keep her steady while she drank. When she was finished he took the glass back from her and put it back in the table while she got back under the covers. "How's the pain?" He asked.

"It's not as bad as before, but it still sucks".

"Do you want me to lay with you again?"

"Yes".

Dean checked his phone for any updates from Sam or Cas before sending off an update text of his own, then crawled into the bed beside [Y/N]. He opened his arms and she climbed on top of him, lying completely on his chest and stomach with her legs either side of his. He stroked her back absentmindedly as she dozed off again, lulled by the steady up and down of his chest. His hand slowly stopped moving on her back and lay still, her soft breathing sending him to sleep too.

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When Dean woke, the soft light that had lit the thin curtains before was now gone. He looked down and could just about make out [Y/N]'s figure still on top of him. He reached over to his phone to see an update from Sam; they had figured out who the witch was and were heading back to the motel for the night, it wouldn't take them long to get back. Dean looked down again and pressed his lips to [Y/N]'s hair, and she sighed. "You awake Sweetheart?"

"Yeah".

"How are you feeling?"

"It's gone, I just feel kinda tired".

"Do you wanna get up? You need anything?".

She lifted her head, it was dark in the room but she could still see his face quite clearly. "I need you. And not just when I'm sick". She admitted softly. His hand moved up her back to hold the back of her neck.

"I know, I need you too. I need this". She watched as his eyes flickered down to her lips then back to her eyes. She nodded, giving him the permission he was silently asking for. He leaned up and pulled her down at the same time to press his lips to hers, and they both melted into the kiss. She bit his lower lip and he chuckled before pushing her sideways onto her back and leaning over her. He smirked at her before leaning down and biting her lip, getting her back and causing her to giggle. He slide his hand down to the hem of her shirt and pushed it up just enough to get his hand onto her bare waist. The action made her gasp and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, something she eagerly welcomed.

Things were getting more heated when the door opened and Sam and Cas walked in. Dean and [Y/N] both snapped their heads towards the door as Sam flicked on the lights. Sam's eyes went wide and Cas tilted his head while Dean pulled the covers back over both of them even though they hadn't removed any pieces of clothing just yet. Sam cleared his throat. "Um, feeling better [Y/N]?" He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. [Y/N] felt her cheeks heat up and nodded at him. "Do we uh, do we need to get a second room?" He asked. Dean looked down at [Y/N] before looking back at Sam and Cas.

"Yeah, yeah I think that would be best".

Sam nodded. "Right, we'll um, regroup in the morning?"

"Sounds good". Dean nodded back at him. Sam then left to head back out the door and grabbed Cas' arm to pull him out too. Dean looked back down at [Y/N] and they both started laughing before [Y/N] wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back in for a quick kiss. Dean leaned his forehead against hers and just gazed into her eyes. "I need you".

"I need you too".

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rosebous · 9 months

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stay close

#emetwol #rose lunarly #emet selch #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv art #sketched these while I had a migraine for some extra comfort 🥲

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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can i request 6, 14, 12, 21 and j from the prompts list? thanks

More Migraines

Prompts:

j) throwing up on the floor

4) “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.”

6) “honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.”

21) “Your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!”

12) “love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.”

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: Reader has been hiding migraines but what happens when the team needs her for a mandated (by Steve) bonding day?

TW: Vomiting, mini fever, migraine, nausea, collapse

A/n YELENA IS IN THIS ONE (and Natty of course)

It was only 9am and you were feeling the begginings of a headache budding behind your eyes. You internally groaned. For the past few months it hadnt been uncommon for you to get migraines. Of course you had done a fairly good job of hiding them. Not even Natasha was suspicious yet.

Although it wasnt unlike you to randomly hide out in your room. It was perhaps odd when you did it for multipul days but nat and wanda had simply dismissed it as it was often after intense missions.

However today was not a day after an intense mission. It wasnt even the day after a mission at all. It was a random Sunday. A Sunday the team was suppost to spend relaxing as a team. Tony had everything organised for a movie night tongiht in the compound cinema. Steve had planned a nice walk through the bush that was only a short drive away. Wanda had been preparing a fancy lunch for a matter of hours. Nat had contacted her sister to come join in. And the others were either indirectly helping or simply helping orgisnie. You however were not. The headache you woke with was blooming into a bigger probelm. One that was become harder to ignore. You had shown in to breakfast in your pjs and wordlessly taken a bowl of cereal before retreating back to your room.

The lights were off and you had an arm over your eyes in an attempt to block any light that was seeping through the windows. Looking at the time with blurry eyes and a pounding head you squinted to make out the time on the clock. 12:15. It wouldn’t be long until somone came looking for you. Steve had made it very clear this day was one nobody was allowed to miss.

A knock startled you despite having expected it. It seemed to reverberate around your skull. Echoing in pain throuhg your mind. You softly called out “come in” you replaced the arm over your eyes as the door opened. The familiar scent of pine nut and rain filled the room and you knew it was wanda in the doorway.

“Y/n/n?” She said peeking her head through the door. “Honey?” She asked again when she was met with silence. This time you groaned and her brow furrowed. “Sweetheart im coming in” she said gently closing the door behind her. A moment later your felt her hands tangling in your hair as it was brushed away from yoru face gently.

“Honey are you feeling alright?” She said softly. “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.” She said and shuffled closed as she laid the back of her hand across your forehead. Luckily you didnt seem too warm but you were a touch above normal. “Hmmm” she hummed. “Honey can you tell me what your feeling lovebug?” She cooed, hands going back to your hair.

“Migraine” you whispered and she visably softened.

“Oh sweets.” She said using a hand she got her magic to block out some more light so there was just enough to see and nothing more.

“Honey im going to go grab us some food okay? Ill be back in a minute.” She hushed and you whined softly as she withdrew her hand from your bed headed hair.

Wanda walked into the kitchen. She was worried. Who wouldn’t be? Nat raised an eyebrow as wanda returned without you.

“Where’s y/n?” Nat asked.

“Shes not feeling to hot so im gonna have lunch in her room with her.” Wanda said walking over and beginning to plate up two bowls of food. Yelena and Nat soon decended into a round of aggressive footsies under the table that left them both wiht brusied shins.

“Well im still expecting both of you to come on the walk after lunch.” Steve said frowning. Wanda sighed and nodded taking the bowls and leaving.

When wanda returned to the room her heart throbbed for you. You looked miserable. Curled in a ball with your arms tucked into yoru chest as you head rested on a mountain of soft pillows. Wanda made her way to your side, sitting on the bed and placing the bowls on the bedside table. She rested her back against the bedhead and swung her legs up. She heard you shuffle a bit and let out a low whine.

“Y/n/n i have some food for you hun.” She said and helped you into a sitting position. You curled into her side and keened softly from the pain in your head that the movement had brought.

When Wanda noticed you werent eating she softly began to bring the spoon to your lips and tapped them. With your eyes still shut you opened your mouth and allowed wanda to feed you.

when you had both finished eating you were still leaning into wandas side so she curled her body around you in a soft hug. It was comfortable and sweet. Both of you began dozing lightly. The pain behind your temples seemed to be only getting worse and your stomach was twisting in knots of Nausea.

Knowing what was going to happen you tried to be quick. Throwing yourself out of the bed and jolting wanda awake you stood on shaky legs and took one step before your knees buckled. You went sprawling landing on all fours your stomach lurched and your back arched as you started to heave. Wanda was by your side in an instant her cool hands holding your hair back as you started to throw up. Guilt washed over you as you felt bad wanda had gone to all the trouble of making such a nice lunch. But soon you were heaving again as you threw up more on the floor next to the bed. While you were still hurling your guts up you didnt hear the door open until Nat spoke.

“Jesus Wanda you weren’t kidding.” Nat said.

You were just dry heaving now with nothing left in your stomach. Before you collapsed wanda wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to the side so you were sat on her lap. Nat walked past and into the bathroom dodging the puddle. A moment later she returned and crouched infront of you away from the vomit. Carefully she used a damp cloth to wipe your mouth and hands clean. Wordlessly she handed you some mouthwash and a cup to spit it in. You were exhausted and wanda could tell. Taking the cup from your hands wanda passed it back to Nat who went into the bathroom again.

Carefully wanda hooked her arms under your knees and your back and paused when you whined.

“Your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!” Wanda said and she carefully lifted you and placed you back on the bed.

“Does your head feel better now? Are you going to be sick again?” Wanda asked.

“My head still hurts alot and I still feel sick but its not too bad.” You whispered and nat remerged with cleaning supplies.

“Her head?” Nat asked.

“Migraine.” Wanda said back in a hushed voice and Nat nodded. “Scoot over.” Wanda said as she slipped into bed next to you. Nat seemed unbothered as she started to clean the floor.

“‘M sorry Nat. Im gross” You said and Nat hushed you.

“Honestly y/n im more worried about you than cleaning the floor. I’ve delt with so much worse.” She said with a small smile. You nodded swollowing back tears and curled into wandas chest. Now it was wanda who spoke. “Honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.” She soothed. She was laid on her side blocking your view of the floor as she rubbed patterns on your back.

A moment later a knock sounded on the door and nat walked over and opened it.

“Ew it smells gross in here. What are you guys doing?” Yelena asked you grumbled somthing into wandas chest and flipped off yelena.

“Y/n was sick.” Nat said “Yelena can you tell steve we’re not coming on the walk.” Nat asked and yelena nodded before leaving to find steve.

When yelena left wanda looked down at you. “Love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.” She said as you grumbled somthing and smushed your face further into her chest. Wanda carefuly peeled you back from her and laid a hand on your forehead.

“Hmmm still a little warm but im not sure.” You closed your eyes and felt her remove her hand, a moment later another cool hand pressed to your cheek, wearily opening yoiur eyes you saw Nat looking down at you.

“Your right Wands she’s a little warm but nothing too bad. I can grab a cool cloth for her if you’d like?” Nat offered.

“That would be great thank you natasha.” Wanda said. Nat nodded and returned a moment later with a damp red cloth. She laid it over your closed eyes and you hummed in content.

“That good y/n/n?” Wanda asked chuckling and you nodded slighlty. “Good.” She said placing a kiss on the crown on your head. Another few minutes passed and Nat went and sat on the edge of the bed. The bed was huge thanks to tonys money and could easily fit four or five people.

A knock sounded on the door again and you winced at the sound. Wanda covered your ears with her hands and called softly for the person to come in. Yelena opened the door and flopped down on the bed kicking her shoes off.

“Shes not contagoius right? Cuz i dont feel like puking my guts out later.” Yelena said and natsha rolled her eyes.

“Shes got a migraine.” Nat deadpanned.

“Oh ok. In that case do yeed anything y/n/n” yelana said patting your leg.

“No.” You muttered.

“Cool. Well steve was annoyed but the four of us can stay here while they go on a walk. I was thinking we could watch somthing.” She said and wiggled up on the bed next to Nat. All four of you laid on the bed now and there was still room. Yelena was next to Nat who was next to wanda who you were currently cuddled into.

“Y/n what do you want to watch?” Nat asked.

“Ask wanda im probably not going to watch it and can you put the volume on soft for me please?” You whispered the red cloth still over your eyes.

“Sure. Wanda?” Nat asked.

“Can we watch a sitcom?” Wanda said sheepishly.

“I dont see why not. Any in particular?” Nat said.

“What about the dick van dyk show?” You said and wanda nodded.

“Coming right up.” Nat said scrolling before she found it and pressed play. You began to drift to sleep which is exaclty where the boys found you a couple hours later. In a cuddle pile with wanda, natsha and yelena all curled around you on the big bed.

It was good to have a family that loved you. And it was even better to have that family be the avengers.

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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El puts her finger to her lips in a shush motion when Eddie walks through the apartment's front door.

“Hey, Ellie Bellie, what are you doing here?” Eddie whispers, toeing off his sneakers.

“Me and Steve were supposed to do makeovers at Dad's. But he did not come. He called, saying he did not feel good. So I came here instead.”

It’s then that Eddie notices a sleeping Steve on El’s lap. Her fingers delicately playing with his hair. The room is darker than usual, too—nothing but the warm table lamp and the silent tv to light up the room. Eddie’s shoulders slump in realization. “Migraine? That’s the third one this month.”

El nods pausing at a particular gnarl in Steve’s hair. Steve hums in his sleep as El works at it. “I worry about his head.”

“Me too, super girl. Thank you for coming; you didn’t have to.”

Although El’s vocabulary has improved massively over the years, she sometimes struggles to vocalize her feelings. Eddie can see it happening right now as her eyebrows furrow together. Her difficulties with emotions remind Eddie of Steve. He knows the two of them have been working on it together. “I knew you would be at work. And Robin is at school now. Too far to call. I wanted to help.”

Eddie walks over to the two of them, scoops up Steve’s legs, and settles on the couch as he lays Steve’s legs over his own. “You did, El. You’re a really good sister.”

El brightens up slightly. Her concern is still there, but a dimple at the side of her cheek makes an appearance. “Thank you Eddie.” El pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Will he be okay?”

Eddie’s heart seizes at the affection El has for Steve. Some days he thinks she might give Eddie and Robin a run for their money in the “who loves Steve most” department. Eddie doesn’t feel upset about it, though. They all give Steve the different kinds of love he deserves. Robin gives him the steady, unwavering, platonic love that doesn’t ask for anything in return. Eddie gives Steve the passionate, romantic, deep love that would do anything to make him smile.

And El? She gives Steve a familial kind of love. Gentle but firm. Her lovd for Steve makes one wonder if maybe they really do share a bloodline. Bound together by family.

So when El gets all worried, Eddie knows she comes from a good place. From the best of places. “Yea, El, he’ll be okay. Just a migraine. I think he’s getting a lot lately because the EMT training is a lot. I think some downtime with you, though, was the perfect cure.” He rubs her hair back and forth in a brotherly motion.

El sighs and puts her head on Eddie’s shoulder. They both watch the silent tv for a bit before El speaks again, “He was upset. Said he disappointed me. He did not. He is allowed to have bad days. Hop taught me that. I do not think he knows that this makes me happy. Spending time.” El looks down at Steve again, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

“When he’s feeling better, maybe tell him that. Can’t really argue with him while he’s down.” Eddie giggles, trying to hide the wetness in his eyes.

Steve stirs below them for a moment before saying, “El? Eds?”

El shushes Steve, “Do not worry, we are here. Always here.” El rubs Steve’s temples, easing him back to close his eyes.

Eddie strokes Steve’s ankle, “Not going anywhere, Stevie. We got you.”

The three of them fall asleep on the couch, not waking until the sun dips in through the windows the next morning.

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is this a series? It might be. Just can’t enough of el + Steve sibling dynamic, and you guys seem to enjoy it too :) here’s more Eddie and El interaction, but about their love for this boy. Also much softer, less funny. But I really liked the idea of this. Okay I’ll be quiet now.

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mxssingmemories · 9 months

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It'll be okay.

Pairing: Chris Evans x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N started a new job and has started getting bad migraines. Chris just wants to be there for his daughter.

Warnings: Migraines, reader breaks down, lots n lots of fluff.

Word count: 615!

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @chrisevansdaughter ! Definitely one of my favorite things I've ever written :) Hope you're having a good day, lovelies!

You were having a very stressful day. Honestly, in your opinion, it was more like a stressful week. You'd just started a new job, and it was..well, one of the most difficult things you've ever done. Your new boss was pretty mean, and even though you knew he'd warm up to you after a while, it was still hard to get through. As a result of this, you were getting less sleep in order to prove yourself to him. In the span of a week, you've gotten about 16 hours of sleep. Almost every minute of your waking hours was spent working on your computer or at the office, and Chris knew it. It was starting to show in the way you acted, spoke, even walking looked slightly concerning to him.

You knew that as his daughter, you didn't even have to work-the money he got from his consistent acting roles was well enough to keep you both afloat for as long as you needed. You'd turned 18 half a year ago, and you just couldn't help feeling that without a job you were just using him.

As a result of the stress and constant lack of sleep, you'd started having really bad migraines. It was something you've had before, but it was never this bad. You'd have at least two a week, and they were unbearable. Your dad was very concerned every time you had one, insisting you quit your job and let him provide for you. Each time you refused, even through tears. You continued to push yourself through everything, and it hurt Chris to know that he couldn't do anything except be there for you when it got bad.

As a result of a particularly bad day, you laid on your bed with a cool cloth over your face to block out the light. When they got this bad, all you could do was take some pain medication and lie down, waiting it out. This was how your dad found you when he got home, and the sight immediately made his heart hurt.

As soon as he realized what was going on, he jogged to the kitchen to grab you some water and a blanket. Coming back into your room with the supplies, he laid the blanket across your shivering body and softly grabbed your hand.

"It's alright, Y/N. I'm here. I've got you." He turned the room light off and closed the blackout curtains, removing the cloth from your eyes so he could see your face. His heart once again felt too heavy;your face held clear pain and he wanted to cry.

"How bad is it this time, baby?" he asked you, making sure his voice was soft. Your eyes filled with tears at the pure love in his eyes, a sob escaping you.

"Oh honey," he whispered, pulling you into his arms. You curled into his chest, letting yourself fall apart for the first time since you started the job.

You cried for what felt like hours, your dad holding you through it. He cradled you tightly, whispering loving encouragement as he rocked you back and forth. Eventually, your sobs ceased to hiccups. Finally relaxing in your dad's loving arms, he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Please quit the job, my love. It's stressing you out so much. It's so hard to see you like this when I can fix it. Please, baby. I love you, Y/N." he murmured.

Unable to keep resisting, you nodded your head. Sleep threatened to take you right then and there. You finally let it. Your last thought was that your dad was the best person in the whole world.

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