and you have a migraine


“So you’re not gonna talk to me? ’S that how will it go?”

Harry asked, still a bit irritated from the fight the both of you had that was quite unresolved from last night, also stood in front of the front door for a few moments, looking at your figure on the couch that’s wrapped in a blanket, not a single acknowledgement that he was here being given.

Harry rolled his eyes, putting the car keys on the designated spot and taking off his shoes, about to go turn off the TV out of habit until he realized that it wasn’t even turned on.

His confused eyes went to your figure who was shallowly sleeping because of the flu you think you have at the moment, even the slightest bit of movement enough to remind you that you have a horrible migraine, shivering from the coldness and how thin the blanket is to suit your need, but didn’t have any choice because it pained you to find another one.

His gaze got more concentrated when he realized you were sleeping and a blanket around you, attempting to lift it off that made you immediately wake up and wince because of the bright lights, in a conclusion that it was too shallow to be even considered as sleep, let alone as rest.


Harry got more confused by the second when he heard your voice weak and hoarse which he wasn’t used to.

He hesitantly pressed his hand to the crook of your neck, eyes widening when he couldn’t believe how hot your temperature was just by touching it.

“You’re — you’re burning up.”

Harry said, retracting his hand from your neck and closing it, lips pursing on what he should do next.

“No, no. I could manage.”

You were halfway through finsihing the sentence when you stood up and had your legs give up on you at that moment, your vision blurring from the sudden move.

Harry immediately brought his hands out to catch you out of reflex and as response on what he saw.

“Dear God.”

He muttered under his breath the moment he catched you, a small amount of weight being lifted from his chest when he genuinely thought you were gonna collapse, but was replaced with a bigger one when he realized that there’s a high possibility of you doing so because of your current state.

“Easy does it.”

He said more to himself than to you, being nervous at the close call before carrying you gently, leaving the blanket on the couch because there was a comforter in your shared bedroom you could instead have.

He carried you snugly and securely, knowing that you love it when he does, head pressed to his chest and hands on his back.

Harry opened the door, closing it with his shoulder before going under the sheets with you still on top of him, pulling the comforter until it reached your neck.

His hand stroke your hair out of habit, slight hesitation still left.

“I — I think we should go to the hospital later. Get a-…”



Harry asked, frowning since he knew what he’s supposed to do, but also didn’t know how he was supposed to do it.

Although he does know that there’s a thermometer in one of the cabinets on his dresser, although not sure if there’s any medicine.

“I, uh, I think I don’t know what to do.”

“I noticed.”

Honestly speaking, Harry was nervous on how alarming your temperature was and what you’re feeling, be it minor or major, under the classification of being okay.

He has the thinking that maybe the fight last night is already disregarded, but he couldn’t really assure himself that since he genuinely doesn’t know what to do next.

Harry’s too on edge, stopping his breathing once in a while to feel yours, hand pressed on your back, wanting for moments like this for him to take the pain.

“Please tell me you’re okay. Just want to hear it.”

vasilyevich  asked:

so like lemme get this straight, ure sayin if i see someone rping pedophilia, rape, or slavery (bc i have seen all these things), that i should just? be quiet? not stand up for what i believe to be morally right, instead to allow this stuff to get normalized, lemme get this straight, ure saying i shouldn't try to prevent minors from seeing this and getting groomed into believing this is okay, i should just "live and let live"? thats a bullshit opinion my dude. this is more than ship wars.

allow me to explain, also inform you that some characters, not all, but some are written into those… how would you call it? genres? not for fun, but because that’ and not for the muns personal enjoyment. because as someone who has written many controversial, or problematic characters, i know that while those topics aren’t fun, they do occur from time to time. that however does not mean that they are right, or that they should necessarily be normalized, but acknowledged as realistic struggles that, for some people, are a cruel reality. as for you standing up for your beliefs, for what you think is right, go ahead! i never said that there was anything wrong with having an opinion, but forcing it upon other people

not everybody thinks like you, not everybody would approve of you writing a character who is very manipulative, or blah, blah, blah. i could write you a list of the very things, pick apart your muse and your beliefs, who you are as a person for writing a character that could be considered problematic, or potentially triggering, however that was my point. that not everybody lives in a little box, a cookie-cutter fantasy, we are incredible creatures with vast imaginations and fuck, we should be able to explore the darkest corners of our imaginations at our discretion without people telling us what to write, or how to write it. because no, you have no power over me, you are not god to me, or to anyone.

you however have taken my words out of context, made it sound as though i condone these topics, i don’t, but shaming people? restricting, or allowing us boundaries, is that not wrong? upon looking at your blog, i can see that you are very opinionated, i respect that, i however don’t see the point of you interrupting my morning with this. whatever you were trying to prove, you obviously don’t know me and i, obviously, don’t know you, or who you truly are, i don’t want to, but if you are the kind to send anon hate, to shame people because your fragile existence were at risk, pathetic. there are other options, from unfollowing, to blacklisting, from blacklisting to blocking. let people enjoy themselves, it’s 2017 the world is already desensitized to violence, to cruelty, you can’t rewrite history by lashing out against what you believe is wrong, but perhaps be a better person by not spreading hate and by telling people who actually give a fuck about what you have to say. 

now allow me to put everything into fucking perspective because already today i’ve had my patience tested and i’m tired of repeating myself: i do not condone anything such as pedophilia, rape, or slavery, but if you so choose to write as much, i will either 001. blacklist your tag, 002. block you, 003. unfollow you because i’m not a barbaric savage. i have never shared this part of my life with anyone on tumblr before, but as somebody who was sexually assaulted as a child, i understand the hard reality of allowing people to carry on with their “ normalizing “ it, or as somebody who has been physically abused since six, or as somebody who suffers from depression, from hallucinations, i KNOW how fucked up it is. that people can stumble across a blog and go, “ this person says it’s normal, so it must be “ it’s fucking scary as hell, however for the sake of being a fucking human, not being the final straw that pushes somebody over the edge, yes, keep your fucking opinions to yourself

so “ lemmie get this straight “ ure saying that it’s fine and dandy to drive someone further into the dirt, somebody who may very well be struggling to wake up, to live. you’re saying that it’s okay to shame people, to hurt them, to dehumanize people for the sake of what is right by your standards? that, my dude, is bullshit. consider yourself blocked, not that you care obviously because your opinionated ass probably has a few choice words for me as well, also notice how i just said blocked, not: i’m going to send u hate, hahaha, ‘cause you have a contrasting opinion :p 

grow up, move on, the world is not going to conform to your standards because you bitch and moan, the world does whatever it wants, dances to it’s own tune. you can either get used to it, try stopping the hate, the violence as you can, or spread it and piss a lot of people off. 

bye, my dude. also my name is foster, as written many times, have a nice day, saint.

more texts for you bitches


[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life.
[text] I should have never let you back into my life.
[text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that.
[text] Please don’t walk away.
[text] Please don’t do this.
[text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you?
[text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it.
[text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again.
[text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong.
[text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.
[text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did
[text] The truth is I’m not over you.
[text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you.
[text] I’m seeing someone else.
[text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker?
[text] You’re so selfish.
[text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them].


[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah.
[text] Be careful.
[text] I’m only saying it because I love you.
[text] I’m only saying it because I care about you.
[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.
[text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week?
[text] Let me take you out, please?
[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.
[text] I want you to be happy.
[text] You’re always safe with me.
[text] I can’t stop thinking about you.
[text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.
[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.
[text] It was so good seeing you.
[text] You don’t need this shit.
[text] I’ll be there in five minutes.
[text] Let me help, please?
[text] You’re important to me.
[text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that.
[text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day.
[text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love.
[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??


[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now.
[text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut.
[text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?
[text] Lose my number, asshole.
[text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so.
[text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf.
[text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend.
[text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is.
[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?
[text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole.
[text] Go fuck yourself.
[text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you?
[text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first.
[text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now
[text] Bye and have a very fuck you day


[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
[text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair.
[text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor.
[text] Come over. With condoms.
[text] You should come over, clothing optional.
[text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life
[text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?
[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together
[text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology.
[text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.
[text] I am available for nakedness
[text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love


[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w
[drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever
[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like
[drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss
[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon
[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight
[drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no
[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin

things to do when you have a migraine

• if you haven’t had any caffeine, try some. caffeine can cause migraines but in small doses can also help.
• get in a calm environment and turn off all the lights. noise and light usually make the migraine worse
• don’t force yourself to sleep, just try to relax
• drink water. lots of water. don’t drink it too fast though bc you can get sick
• try icy hot or biofreeze (not both at the same time and DON’T put it on your face. just your neck and back)
• if you want light a candle just so something smells nice and relaxing
• don’t grind your teeth. i know it makes it feel better for the moment, but it’ll hurt in the long run. try relaxing your jaw
• put an ice pack or a heating pad on your forehead or neck
• turn the brightness down on your phone (or put it on night mode)
• blue light can trigger a migraine, so don’t get on your computer and such when you have one. (night mode doesn’t have blue light, or at least not as much????)
• try taking a bubble bath (in the dark)
• try some pain relievers (ofc over the counter or prescribed) but don’t take them more than twice a week, because then you’ll get rebound headaches
• if your headaches are bad and you have them frequently try going to a doctor and/or a chiropractor
(this is all i can think of at the moment pls add more if you have any tips!!)

Someone to Watch Over Me

Title:  Someone to Watch Over Me (A Bodyguard AU)

Series Masterlist (coming soon)

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Six months ago, everything changed. Widowed and alone, Dean Winchester is determined to pick himself up and move on, so he goes back to his job as a bodyguard for Singer Protective Services. His first assignment? An actress receiving death threats, an actress with an uncanny resemblance to his wife.

You don’t want protection, don’t need it. Especially from someone as cold and impersonal as Dean Winchester. You’re not afraid of a bunch of stupid death threats, you just want to be left alone to live your life.

Two people, two very different lives. Who will be the first to let the armor slip?

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned)

Word Count:  2936

Warnings: language, mentions stalking, death threats, mentions of blood

Author’s Notes: This was written for two challenges: @impala-dreamer One Prompt for All (had to be Dean x Reader, no more than 3,000 words, and the prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”) and @luci-in-trenchcoats AU & Things Challenge (I chose Bodyguard AU). I’m not gonna lie, a lot inspiration for this came from the Whitney Houston/Kevin Costner movie The Bodyguard.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Skulls and Roses ☠️🥀


The best way to get someone’s attention is to get a tattoo or hit someone with your motorcycle. 


Originally posted by sugutie

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” you sprint across the quad, pushing past students and jumping over bushes and benches like a track star doing hurdles. The chanting of the curse word only gets louder and faster once you looked down at your watch once again and saw that your class would start in less than a minute and you were a mile away from the science building.

You’re too distracted with staring at your watch that you don’t notice that you’re in the middle of the street until your face is touching the rough pavement and some random guy is sprawled beside you. At first, you think that it’s a boulder that had fallen from the mountains that surrounded your campus but when your vision focused on the black lump you realized it was a helmet.

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When you say…

“Why haven’t you tried this yet?” Or “It’s been 3 years and you haven’t gotten better yet?”

It hurts.

It feels like you’re saying I’m not trying hard enough.

It feels dismissive.

Like my illness is a simple problem I haven’t bothered to solve.

Like I don’t live with it everyday.

Like I don’t already feel like a failure enough as it is.

Think before you speak, but especially to a chronically ill person. We have a lot of bed rest time to play your words over and over in our heads.

Dear fake service dog handlers,

     You do not know me. You likely have never met me. But let me speak to you, if only for this moment, to explain why so many service dog handlers are “so defensive and gatekeeping”. 

Disability is not a social game, or a place, or an activity. Neither is having a service dog. 

I have often heard from those who believe that I am just being grumpy that I need to calm down and that I am being selfish by having my own dog and not letting others have theirs. This is simply not true. I am sick. No, not a cold, or the Flu, or even a curable illness. I have chronic illnesses. 

They don’t go away, and though I look fine right now, there are days where I cry from pain, where I can’t physically get out of my bed because of the exahustion( oops spelling sorry). There are days when I go out in the heat and pass out because my blood is not like yours, for I have much less of it and it doesn’t know to stay up in my head and arms. I have had more needles in my arms in the last month than you’ve probably ever seen in your life. 

But I don’t know you. You could have a disorder, or an illness that disables you. But there is more to a service dog than JUST having tasks, or being with you. I have put blood, sweat, tears, scrapes, pain, and a ton of time into my dogs training. I remember my first outing with Hero I was so nervous because I was afraid he would sniff someone or something and I’d get kicked out (he did not of course). But I quickly learned than the social parts of our country know nothing of the laws, and the ones that do think they can abuse that system. 

So I ask you, fake service dog handler, have you ever had a syncope so dangerous that you had to be hospitalized? Have you ever had a migraine so bad that it had the potential to damage your brain? Have you ever had a migraine that madeyour entire left side go numb, including your lungs? Have you ever had scar tissue over your veins so thick that a stick hurts so bad you started to scream? Have you ever had to look down and see your hairbrush filled with hair that is falling out from being malnourished? Have you ever, at any time,had a flashback to when you were beaten, or in war, or attacked by the one person you though you could always count on? Have you ever gotten so overwhlemed by the different smells, sights, sounds, and touches that make you want to rip your head off or bang it against a wall, or that cause you to shut down completely? 

I have. 

And while I may not look it, my service dog is the only thing that keeps me out of the hosptial, that keeps me from livign the rest of my life in my house, bound to it because I would not be allowed out otherwise. He is my rock, my love, my guide, my alert system, my emergency responder that stays with me 24/7. He loves his job, and went through over 500+ hours of training to become the well behaved dog he is today. 

I have nothing against you personally, other than your dog not supposed to be in here. I only ask that if you were to do one thing today, it would be to think about what I have said to you, and to think about the laws that are in place. 

Those laws, the ADA, are not in place to allow for healthy people to take their dogs wherever they want. It is there because when you are disabled, when you have nothing left in life but the decline of your health, then the joy that we get comes from our dogs. Our dogs that pick things up for us, our dogs that tell us so that we can take our meds to abort an ER trip, our dogs that guide us, that get help, that help us change, and do laundery and walk, that help us cummunicate, that help us overcome nightmares and keep us grounded. 

I do not doubt that your dogs brings you joy. But these laws are here to protect me so that I can live the same amount of life as you do without your dog. Whereas you have the choice of taking your dog with you, I am forced to, out of the will and desire to simply remain alive. I may not look sick, but that is due to my dog, and you are using the laws that protect me, to gain what to you seems tiny. 

But its an insult to me, and offends me, that you do no training and just bring in your ntrained dog, when I have worked tirelessly to make sure that my dog is trained to standard for his type of job. 

So please, I ask you, try to see it from my view. When your dog sniffs and narks and pees on the floor, it shows the public an idea of what they thin ka service dog is, and gives the impression that we are an obnocious comminuty. We are this way out of fear, out of a need to protect our dogs. We spend every minute in ublic hoping that we do not come across an agressive untrained dog. I have had to take Hero out of work, making me homebound, because he has been attacked. We are the way we are because we are ill, and we are sick of being treated like we have it easy, or that we are “lucky” to get to bring our dog everywhere. I am not lucky, and while I am honored and overjoyed to have my partner in crime (Hero), I am constantly in pain, constantly nauseous, contantly battling myself. I ask you to not abuse the system desinged to protect me, and I ask you to understand my defensiveness. I do not look sick, but I am constantly fighting to maintain stability. Your dog being in here puts me in danger, and puts a stain on the service dog name. Please respect us. 

Please leave your beloved pet at home, and if you need a service dog… please properly train or get a program dog. 

anonymous asked:

cute relationship hcs w 2d and murdoc plz

Aww, I love fluff. 

Murdoc Niccals: 

  • The two of you will always give each other kisses before Murdoc goes on stage. It’s his good luck charm. 
  • If you’re sick, he will try anything in his power to try to make you feel better. He’ll run you a bath, get you a warm towel, etc. 
  • Murdoc will bring you food at any kind of time. If it’s 3:30 in the morning and you’re craving chicken nuggets, he’ll bring it to you. 
  • He loves going with you to do groceries. Partially because he is very picky with the food that he eats. 

Stuart Pot (2D):

  • He loves to cuddle and give you kisses so he will give you kisses whenever he gets the chance too. 
  • If you have a migraine, he’ll be by your side almost immediately with Tylenol or Advil. 
  • Once the two of you start getting more serious, he will ask you to move into the studio with him. 
  • When he kisses you, he tilt his head to the side and hold your face like if it’s the last kiss he will ever get from you.

anonymous asked:

what would the band do if their s/o had v bad period cramps

me right now god kill me

Murdoc Niccals:

  • He knows what periods are. A bloodbath in your uterus. A “last survivor” type of game.
  • Well, unfortunately, you don’t remain unscathed from the war. You’re cramps are terrible and give you headaches, and you feel nauseous as well. You get bloated and your boobs hurt, and… Augh.
  • Well, Mudz has never really had hands-on comforting skills when it comes to that time of the month… The closest he’s got to knowing about it would be that one hooker telling him that she’s tied for the next week (yikes).
  • Murdoc runs to every pharmacy in town, getting you every single medicine so you can stack them, different varieties of chocolate, and a heating pad (if you’re without).
  • If he goes out to buy you pads or tampons, he’s kind of antsy about it (why are you embarassed about it, Mudz? They’re not even for you). He casually would slip the cashier x amount of cash, and dash out of the store.
  • He would massage anything that hurt because he’s kinky like that.


  • His mom talked to him about it once…? Kind of? Nonetheless, when you tell him that it’s that time of month again, he calls up his mom to ask for help.
  • After the long talk plus frequent note-taking, Stu pacifies you at your side, making sure that you don’t feel like you’re about to puke, or faint, nonetheless.
  • Cuddles definitely make you feel better, he finally concludes. Stu would spoon you, arms wrapped around your waist, hands on your abdomen. If you were moaning in anguish, he would be there. If you were crying in pain, he would still be there.
  • Late night shopping trips? He’s on it. 
  • Stu has an abundance of pain relievers hanging around in the bathroom cabinet for his frequent migraines, so you always have something like Midol or Ibuprofen hanging around tip: don’t ever use tylenol for this type of situation. it doesn’t work on menstrual cramps. midol has some of the same components as ibuprofen, so you’re better off not wasting time. i take midol.
  • When you guys go out, he always has an extra sweatshirt or jacket with him just in case you bleed through your clothes.
  • When he has to buy period products for you, he doesn’t really care like how Murdoc would. It’s not something to be embarrassed by, and if girls can do it, he can, too!


  • She knows what it feels like to have the fist of Mother Nature rip into your vagina. Trust me.
  • She has lots of herbal remedies to help you out, and she recommends lots of things to help ease the pain, like hot water bottles and a good ol’ pillow in between the legs.
  • Exercising helps with period pain as well, so Noodle will go out and take a walk with you if you’re feeling up to it.
  • You two probably get your period at around the same time, so you both comfort each other.
  • Fluffy blankets and chocolate? Heck yeah, man. Massages in sore areas? You’re darn right that’s gonna happen.
  • You and Noodle go to the drug store to get a bunch of different lady products to test out. You use statistics and bar graphs and everything to prove which product works the best, whether it be tampon or medicine related.

Russel Hobbs:

  • He’s pretty chill about periods. I mean, most guys seem freaked about them, but he’s never cared in his life. If he gets bled on by accident? Oh well, it’s just a pair of pants.
  • You need anything like pads or tampons in the middle of the night? Just give him 10 minutes to fully wake up. He’ll go out at 2am while you sit miserably on the toilet, bleeding out, as he picks out exactly what you need (plus a bouquet of flowers for good measure). It’s fun being female.
  • Russ would supply you with lots of water and hot compresses, as well as healthy snacks like tiny veggie trays and nice soups.
  • He holds your hand and lets you lay on him if you get to the point of absolute suffering.
  • He’ll make sure you get enough rest, as well. Sleeping helps ease the pain.

shoutout to everybody that bleeds from time to time

BTS As...Things My Sister Has Said

Me: *comes home with pizza and wings for supper*

Sis: I already ate but I can eat again for pizza *takes a box and leaves*

Me: come on, let’s do our exercises

Sis: *gets up and takes her phone* I’m going to bed *proceeds to ignore any talk about exercise*

Me: *walking through a craft store* don’t touch anything

Sis: *breaks a vase* this is your fault

Me: I have a migraine, can you turn the volume down?

Sis: yeah sure *turns it down but screams when something funny happens*

*family fighting*

Sis: *to anyone possibly with hurt feelings* I love you

Me: *watches as she does a strange move* what are you doing?

Sis: I’m a little potato in my little habitat *month later* i now go by little potato

Sis: I’m a big girl sissy

Me: go clean your room

Sis: but I’m still a baby

BTS Reaction To: Their S/O Suffers From Chronic Migraines

Warning(s): might give you a migraine because it almost gave me one trying to relive the symptoms in my head

Author’s Note: This ask intrigued me especially, since I don’t see a lot of reactions online for things as brutal as migraines. I wouldn’t consider myself a migraine sufferer, but in my junior year of high school, I probably had a migraine about every two months. BUT, they lasted about two weeks at a time. They got so bad at one time that I was rushed to the ER. I haven’t had a migraine in a while, thank God for that, but I feel that I will have at least one in the future (since they run in the maternal side of my family rip). Migraines have many different triggers and vary in intensity from person-to-person, but I tried my best to describe them in words.

seokjin: The postdrome phase, though seeming like a relief to those who never underwent migraines, only added onto the torture you endured through the attack phase. Because the migraine took out all your energy, you were only left tired and confused each time.

Thankfully there were those, like your boyfriend Seokjin, who made this period more enjoyable for you.

Usually, Seokjin did his best to cook you a high-quality meal during postdrome, but this time around, he might’ve went overboard. The bed tray on top of you almost collapsed under the weight of plates upon plates pf food placed on it.

“I made sure to not cook with anything that had a strong, distinctive smell, just in case that brings your headache back,” Seokjin explained. “I know how sensitive you are to smell when you get migraines.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay: I think most of that phase is over,” you assured him groggily, looking down at all the food he prepared for you. Was he cooking for just you, or you and all six of his fellow bandmates? “But I don’t think I’ll be able to finish this? I haven’t eaten anything but crackers for days…”

Seokjin sighed.

“I know, but I just wanted to make sure you had plenty to eat tonight, especially since you still plan on going to work tomorrow. Don’t worry if you don’t finish it.”

He pointed at you in warning.

“But,” There was a large pause after, “This is probably the only time I’ll let you get away with not finishing everything.”

You rolled your eyes.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: In your opinion, migraines were the worst when no one was around to nurse you through them. So, whenever a migraine struck you alone at home, you had no choice but to mope to your room, shut the doors and blinds, and cry silently until the pain lulled you to sleep.

Thinking you were asleep, Yoongi only shrugged and pulled the door shut, opting to spend his time in the small, makeshift studio of your apartment that he had put together in hopes of spending more of his time closer to you.

Though the room was located at the other end of the apartment, you were still sensitive to even the tiniest sounds. So, to you, his upcoming projects were as loud as they would be sitting front row at one of his sold-out concerts.

You finally decided to open your phone, squint at the intense light, and text out your frustrations.

‘Please turn your music down.’

His reply was unusually quick.

‘Did I wake you up from your six hour nap?’

‘Migraine.’ The text was small yet powerful.

In an instant, the music disappeared, allowing the house to be flooded with overwhelming silence. This silence was perfect for your throbbing migraine, however. You sighed with relief.

‘Better?’ That was your boyfriend’s only question. Too tired to type out words, you sent a thumbs-up emoji. He replied immediately.

‘Okay, good.’

Before turning off your phone and trying to catch up on some much-needed sleep, a final message caused your phone to vibrate once more.

‘Now stop texting me with that bright ass phone, close your eyes, and go to sleep.’

You laughed for the first time that day.

Originally posted by cyyphr

hoseok: You jumped as the bedroom door opened, slowly flooding the entire room with a minimal amount of light. But in your current state, this light had the intensity of a thousand suns, so you pulled the sheer bedsheets over your head, doing your best to retreat back into your safe haven of darkness.

Despite not seeing, you already knew it was Hoseok. He had taken free time away from his family to nurse you through this migraine episode, no matter how much you begged for him to visit them.

Placing two cold water bottles on the nightstand, he whispered, “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” you muttered. “Please just stay with me.”

“Of course,” Hoseok whispered, moving slowly into the bed and taking his place beside you. He was careful enough to keep his distance from you, for your hot flashes were way too sporadic at the moment. His only contact with you was by holding your sweaty hand, caressing the skin with his thumb. “Just promise me you’ll rest more, okay?”

You’ll try.

Originally posted by omojinyounghobi

namjoon: It was the fourth and probably last day of this tortuous migraine. Day by day, the pain lessened, so much that you could move around the house without becoming nauseated, walk into the sunlight without being burned alive, and finally fall asleep without hours upon hours of restlessness before.

But it came back.

In the middle of the night, you shot up from your slumber, panting heavily. Despite the darkness in the room, everything before you spun, revolved, and twisted around quickly, creating objects in your otherwise blank line of vision.

“Y/N?” Despite being a generally heavy sleeper, Namjoon rose up immediately after you. He was always alert during the most difficult times of your life, and this definitely was one of them.

You could only curl in on yourself pathetically, holding your head as your body began to shake with either pain or sobs: probably both. Namjoon reached out to touch your hand, but you couldn’t feel anything: nothing but the mind-splitting pain wreaking havoc on your brain.

You stuttered as you tried to speak. “N-Namjoon—”


Within seconds you were in his arms, numb to everything as he rushed your quaking body to the nearest hospital.

Originally posted by r-tothe-m

jimin: Whenever a migraine visited, you were adamant on staying tucked in your bed, only moving momentarily to use the bathroom or check the time. So, it was uncharacteristic for you to agree to moving from your comforting bed, opting to step into a warm, lavender oil bath prepared by your boyfriend instead.

When he turned to leave, you surprisingly made Jimin stay. And so here he was, sitting with his back to you on the plush, bathroom rug to keep you company.

“And why exactly do I have to turn away from you?” Jimin wondered, following the wood pattern on of the bathroom’s cabinets to keep him from boredom. “I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times already.”

“Because you know how disgusting I look whenever I have migraines,” you answered matter-of-factly, as if his question was ridiculous. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You don’t look disgusting,” Jimin assured you, turning to look at you. “You just look like a woman, strong enough to deal with anything that comes at her, even if it’s something like a migraine.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

taehyung: After months of being together, you and Taehyung still struggled to formulate a specific way to treat your dreadful migraines. But one day, in the midst of one of your episodes, you found your dazed self stepping out of the bed and heading towards the living room, relieved at finally finding the possible cure to all these terrible migraines.

This cure was Taehyung’s singing. Despite your hatred for sound during these moments in your life, his voice was an exception. So he was surprised when you took your spot in his lap, urging him to continue and then falling asleep in his arms within minutes.

Since this revelation, you two were glued to one another whenever a migraine hit you. Each time, you would lie in Taehyung’s arms as sung to you, allowing his soft melodies to put you to sleep.

“Are you sure my singing isn’t too loud for you?” Taehyung asked for the hundredth time, massaging his fingers into your scalp.

“Mmmm, less talking, more singing,” you whined, opening your eyes in annoyance.

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, Taehyung was back at it again, serenading you with one of his favorite childhood lullabies.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

jungkook: At this point, the ice pack on your head only made your migraine worse seemingly working alongside the chronic illness to crush your skull into pieces. Since crying did nothing to get you out this situation, you finally gave up.

Until Jungkook came in.

“I’m not sure if this would help, but online it said that gel packs are better than just ice for treating migraines,” Jungkook explained, leaning forward to place the pack on your forehead. “It should be a lot lighter.”

As soon as the innovation made contact with your skin, cool relief replaced your hot flashes. Your eyes fluttered closed at the relaxing sensation.

“Did that help?” he asked, sitting at your bedside to hold your hand.

His gestures were shy and tentative, something completely different from what you usually saw on stage when he was doing what he genuinely loved. Jungkook feared seeing you angry or, even worse, inflicting you with more pain.

“You’re so cute.” Your answer wasn’t entirely related, but it said enough.

Jungkook smiled at your words.

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Hopefully this was accurate. If you can’t tell, darkness, baths, soft music, caffeine, gel packs, cold water, crackers, and even just having my mom lie in bed with me until I fall asleep yes I’m lame help my migraines.

Migraines - Thorin Oakenshield

Warnings: pain, the bad stuff.

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Request: Hi! Could you do something fluffy with Kili or Thorin? Like maybe reader is with them and the company and has a migraine or is on her period and he tries to take care of them? Thank you soo much :)  ((Anon))

A/n: As a person who gets migraines all the time (they’re genetic) I totally loved this request! There’s a Kili version of this coming up!


Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood


Migraines are the worst, what’s even worse is when they’re genetic. You just get them, whenever you smell something terrible or if your sleep schedule is thrown off course, or if you haven’t eaten that day and it’s already night. The migraine you had now was caused by awkward night watches that made you want to tear your hair out just to make the pain stop.

“What’s the matter?” Thorin was on night watch with you tonight, he was sitting on a rock beside you, his sword lying on the other side of it.

“I have a migraine, it sort of feels like someone’s beating my skull in with a hammer.” You rub your temples, elbows on your knees and leaning forward. You felt nauseated, and dizzy, you needed sleep but you couldn’t ask for it.

“You should lay down.” Thorin says, but you shake your head immediately in response.

“I said I’d take the first watch with you, I won’t leave you to it alone.” He looks back into the cave, the fire was nearly dead, everyone was asleep, even Gandalf.

“Come; lay your head on my leg, then you may sleep but still stay on watch.” You smile but don’t refuse and lean your shoulder against the rock and your head on his thigh.

You were so tired, god, you were so tired. If anyone came up the side of the mountain that the cave was on looking for a fight you wouldn’t be able to fight. Your limbs ached from exhaustion and your head pounded. You closed your eyes tried to take some steady breaths and Thorin, probably thinking you were sleeping already, laid his hand on your head and slowly stroked your hair. You smiled, he didn’t see it.

When you wake up you don’t realize you’d fallen asleep. It’s just barely dawn, the sun shines golden pink light on the side of the mountain, glaring in your eyes. Thorin is still sitting next to you, his hand still on your head, but his eyes are closed and his chin in touching his chest. He’s sleeping. He looks so peaceful, less like the grump that you always thought him to be and more relaxed, calm even. You sit up, shoulder aching from leaning against the rock and he wakes up when his hand leaves your head. Gandalf blocks the light from in front of you as he walks to the cave. He smiles at you as he passes.

“Breakfast is served.” Bilbo hands you and Thorin each a bowl and a slice of bread. You take it and eat it eagerly, almost forgetting your manners as you realize how hungry you are.

“The sun rise is beautiful.” You look at the sky, everything look like it was bathed in pink, orange, and gold.

“Yes, almost as beautiful as you are.” You look up at Thorin for a moment before back down at your bowl, blushing madly and smiling widely.

“You’re very kind.” Gandalf still stands at the front of the cave, and you hear a bag being caught, filled with coins.

“Oh no, you didn’t!” You stand up, Bilbo snickers, “You did not make a bet on when Thorin would tell me he likes me!”

Fili laughs, you turn around to throw him a sharp glare and he shuts up almost immediately. Thorin smiles.

“Calm your fiery spirit, a bet is a bet.” Thorin’s voice is happy, and it makes you smile.

“Well I don’t like it.” You cross your arms over your chest. Bilbo catches a bag, you glare at him, Thorin laughs, the sound puts you at ease.

“If one more person tosses a bag of coin to another dwarf someone will be hit.” A bag jingles as it lands in Kili’s hands. Everyone looks at you expectantly as you straighten up with cool fury.

“Thorin-” You put your hand out- “Dagger, please.”

“Of course.” The handle of a blade lands in your hand and Kili stands up.

“You’d best start running, laddie.” Balin says to Kili who immediately starts to run straight down the trail.

“KILI!” You yell as you run after him, Kili continues to run, laughing loudly.

When you come back it’s with Kili behind you, and you’re tosses a small bag of coin in your hand. You hand the dagger back to Thorin.

“Why didn’t you stop her?” Kili asks Thorin who looks right to you.

“I would never try to halt the fury of a queen.”

Taken [Chapter 8]


Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.

PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10

You stepped into the common area and is surprised to find everyone partying in broad daylight.

Okay, first of all, you’re not even sure why there’s a common area in a mafia in the first place. And the place is fucking awesome, for all you know, with beanbags and a bar and a giant plasma TV with built-in games all over the place.

Confusion doesn’t even summarize what you’re feeling right now. “Um, morning?”

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