#migraine series

[writinghotchner]

migraine in progress, temporarily out of order

pairing: aaron hotchner x gn!reader (no pronouns used for reader) rating: E tags/warnings: mentions of headache/migraine, feeling bad in general, no use of "y/n"

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this is completely self indulgent >:) i have a literal splitting headache and i would cry about it but thatd just make things worse so im just gunna struggle write :') if only i had a big strapping man to......................help me..................

when the alarm next to your bed goes off, you feel a crack of lightning strike through your skull and rattle your teeth. it jolts through your spine and for a second you're actually afraid to open your eyes. the light that's barely shining into your window through your eyelids is enough to make your retinas feel like they're going to sizzle out of your skull.

you fling your blanket over your head and let out a shaky sigh. headaches and migraines aren't super rare for you, but you get them enough to know that you are going to be miserable and useless for the next few hours, if not the entire day.

you slither your hand out to stop the loud, shrieking screams of your alarm, only to find that it's not your phone going off. you crack open an eye to look at your phone to make sure and slam it shut with a sigh.

you manage to roll over and shake aaron, who mumbles something and turns it off, and then rolls back over to engulf you in his sleepy, heavy arms.

you stay like that for a few moments before you feel the bed dip and hear him patter across the bedroom floor to the bathroom. it somehow sounds like it's echoing in your brain, making you wince and screw your eyes closed tighter. the thought of moving at all makes you want to throw up but you figure if you can get your head under your pillow, maybe the sounds will muffle enough to leave you alone.

you manage it, squeezing the pillow to your ear, some of the pressure barely easing the pain. you remember your hair is up in a bun and struggle with wanting to take it down for some extra relief or just leaving it alone.

you leave it because there's no way you can move again without actually having your brain sear its way through your skull and onto you freshly washed sheets.

it's taking everything you have to not cry, the annoyance of it all being too much. but you know if you start crying, you won't be able to stop and it will definitely make your headache so, so, so much worse.

after a few minutes of you trying to breathe through the pain, you feel aaron's presence in front of you and then immediately hear is hushed voice.

"honey?" he asks. he slides his hand under the blanket and rests it on the arm you have draped over the pillow, running his thumb over your warm skin.

you mumble a pathetic sound to acknowledge him and that's enough for him to know that you're in pain; you had a pretty bad migraine a few months ago and he can only assume that's what's happening now. you feel his arm move away from you and you can tell, even through the blanket and closed eyes, that he's drawn the curtains on the windows closed to help keep out the light.

he's back in front of you again, squatting next to the bed. "can you take the blanket off your head for a minute? you don't have to open your eyes, i just want to make sure you don't have a fever."

"don't." is all you can manage, and you hope he somehow knows you mean you don't have a fever and not "don't take off the blanket".

he waits a moment, before he peels the blanket off the top of your body and gently moves the pillow out of your death grip. you squeeze your eyes shut against the room, the light still too much for your pounding head. you have tears clinging to the seams of your eyes, and you feel him wipe them away as best as he can. he rests the back of his hand against your forehead and then feels your cheeks afterwards. no fever. he moves the pillow back and drapes the blanket of your head and you hear him get up and start to move away from you so you once again mumble a pitiful noise.

"do you want an ice pack or the heating pad?" his voice is barely a whisper but you can hear it like he's being projected inside your skull with surround sound on full volume.

you open your mouth to answer but it's too much and you immediately shut it and squeeze the pillow tighter to your skull. you feel his hand back on your skin a few seconds later. "tap my hand once for the ice pack and twice for the heating pad."

you use your free hand to squeeze his hand and then tap once. your bones already feel like they're on fire, there's no way the heating pad will not make you feel like your swimming in your own personal fire lake in hell.

you hear him leave and it feels like he's gone for an eternity before you hear him shuffle his socked feet back over to you.

"okay," he says softly. "i know you don't want to, but i need to remove the pillow and blanket."

you feel the blanket being lifted off of you and you curl further into yourself, clinging to the pillow that you still have pressing into your ear.

"i have an eye mask for you, i'll put it on you as soon as you let go of the pillow. and then i can turn you over away from the window and put the icepack on your neck. okay? tap my hand whenever you want me to start."

you want to cry because of the pain, sure, but the fact that your boyfriend is going out of his way to help you when you know he should be getting ready for work is not only the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you, but also making you feel guilty because he is definitely going to be late for work.

also, when and where did he get an eye mask?

you take in a shaky breath and tap his hand. "okay." he says. you feel him start to pull the pillow off your head and you flinch, holding the pillow somehow closer and harder to your head.

aaron huffs out a small laugh. "honey..."

you reluctantly let go of it and he's quick to roll you over to face away from the window. you feel like your brain is sloshing around in your skull and it makes the pounding so much worse, but then you feel the ice pack at the base of your skull and you sigh in relief. it's going to take some time to work, but at least for now, you can focus on the uncomfortableness of the cold and not the gun fight that's ricocheting around your skull.

"i'm going to put the eye mask on you, so i have to lift your head for a second okay? i'm sorry."

you moan in pain when you feel him lift your head and settle the thin strap around your head. he realizes your hair is still in a bun, so he quickly pulls the band out and massages your scalp a little before he he softly places your head back down on the mattress and apologizes again. thankfully, the mask doesn't feel too tight and you sigh a little bit in relief when both of your eyes are completely blanketed in darkness.

you feel his hand smooth over your hair and then feel his warm lips against your forehead. "i have to make a phone call, but i'll be back in five minutes to remove the ice pack. we'll try the five minutes on, five minutes off method to see if it eases the pain any." you barely shake your head yes and then you feel him leave you.

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you manage to fall back asleep, the cold from the ice pack and the sheer darkness that envelopes your eyes doing you wonders. your head still throbs, but it doesn't feel nearly as bad as it did before. it definitely feels like more than five minutes have passed and you take a risk to move the eye mask to look around.

the room is darker than it was before you went to sleep. the ice pack, you realize is gone and there's a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen sitting on aaron's night stand. you manage to pull off the mask and slowly sit up. your head has a dull ache to it, but thankfully it doesn't feel like your skull is going to split open anymore.

as you sit up, you rub your palms into your eyes. you roll your eyes around to test if that's going to make things worse or not. when you realize that your eyes don't hurt, you reach over for the water and pills in hopes to knock the rest of the dull ache out of your head.

you check the clock real quick, confused as to why the room seems darker than it should be, afraid that you somehow managed to sleep the entire day away. it's only noon. you barely remember his alarm going off at eight. you look over at the window to see that at some point, aaron had come in and draped a black sheet over the window. that brings a small smile to your face. but that quickly falters when you realize he must've called in to work to stay home with you. you slowly stand up to go find him but as if right on cue, he walks into the room.

"work?" was all you could manage.

"i called in. we don't have an active case and i would've just been sitting with jj in the office all day doing consults for nearby cases that didn't require us to be on the scene." he makes his way over to you and sits down on the bed. "jj and i did a zoom call and worked for the last few hours while you slept. it's all good."

you rest your head against his shoulder and he runs a hand over your thigh. "how do you feel?"

"better." you kiss his shoulder. "thank you."

he kisses the top of your head. "you don't ever have to thank me for taking care of you."

you hum a small laugh. "are you busy now?"

you feel him shake his head 'no'. "what do you need?"

"you."

he rolls his eyes playfully at that. he falls back onto the mattress, taking you with him and pulling you so that you're on top of him. you're quick to bury your face into his neck, placing a few soft kisses there before you thank him again. you hold him hostage in a koala hug for as long as you can before you realize you need to pee and he needs to get back to work.

[taswelle]

I heart♥ the mounders

[pnkrathian]

along time no duster doodles

[imfinereallyy]

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.

[aejeonghae]

🐰🐰🐰

[39oa]

VGK@DAL Postgame: Jake Oettinger (05.25.23)

Our backs are against the wall. Sometimes there’s a beauty in, you know, playing with nothing to lose, so. We’ve got nothing to lose, and everyone goes out there and plays as hard as they can—I think we’ll be fine.

[jemineye]

also, just finished Iron Flame today, please tell me the next book is in Xaden's POV! or at least duel POV with Violet and Xaden. if not, Rebecca Yarros and i have some beef

and im a vegetarian

[sweetbeagaming]

I preordered these from Japan back in January and completely forgot about them until they showed up at my door today 😭 I love them so much I wanna cry!!!!

[whumpookies]

Kavek yelleri bölüm 130

Yeni Efe suffers from migraines after being found with amnesia..

[greeenchrysanthemums]

is etho washed up in your au?

Haha no, but he does avoid fighting as much as he can so his skills might be just a little bit rusty. He does have many old injuries that do tend to flare up as well, so there are some moves cannot perform anymore. He also likes to play up the goofy inventor persona a lot, mainly because he thinks it is very funny. Because of this, many people, including some in the resistance itself, are under the impression that he is washed up even though he is not.

My ideal (and favorite kind of) Etho is one who comes off as harmless and makes you let your guard down before turning the tides on you when you least expect it.

[writinghotchner]

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader (no pronouns used for reader) rating: E tags/warnings: mention of headache/migraine, no mention of "y/n"

i've decided to start a little "migraine series". you can read the first one here. (or on ao3)

it'd been a long grueling day at work. everything started out fine until you started to get the flicker of a headache in the front of your skull. you downed a bottle of water and even had a shot of espresso just in case it could've been dehydration or caffeine withdrawal. of course you knew it wasn't either of those things - if anything it was wishful thinking. a migraine was lurking around the corner, and you were praying to every god you could think of to not let it hit you at work.

thankfully your boss let you off early, because right as you were pulling into the parking lot of the apartment complex, the headache started to worsen. you could feel it in your top back teeth, the aching throb that you knew was going to eventually take over your entire body.

you shuffled your way into the apartment and was immediately greeted by the loud tv in the living room where aaron was perched on the couch. hearing the door click closed, aaron turned to look back to see your very unhappy face. he huffed out a sympathetic laugh, his lips immediately falling into a pout at the sight of you.

you make your way over to him, and drop into his body. you sit in his lap and bury you face in his neck, and in return he circles his arms around you and hugs you to him.

"what's wrong?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing.

"headache."

"i'm sorry." he checks your forehead with his cheek to make sure it's not a fever. he knows its not, but it's something he has to do every time you get a migraine. just in case.

"is it getting worse?"

the throb that was sitting in the top of your mouth has now moved to your eyeballs, and the tops of your cheeks are starting to hurt now too. you shake your head 'yes' and will every single tear that's gathering behind your closed eyes to stay inside.

he uses one of his hands to comb through your hair and lightly massages your scalp with his fingertips. he runs his fingers down to the base of your skull and applies pressure there. you let out a pitiful moan and he halts his movements. the hot tears that you were trying to cage behind your eyelids slip out, leaking onto his bare neck.

"oh, honey," aaron says sympathetically. he hates seeing you like this, hates it even more that this is something you have to go through at all.

he sits up a little bit and taps your thigh. "c'mon, put your legs around me, i'll carry you to bed."

you don't even argue, which is how he also knows this one is getting bad.

you falter a little, but you manage to shift in his lap and circle your legs around his hips. he stands and with ease, carries you into the bedroom and softly sits you down on the end of the bed.

"do you want help changing clothes?" he asks, squatting in front of you, his forearms bracketing your thighs and his hands holding your hips as he sneaks his thumbs underneath your shirt to rub soothing circles on your skin.

you close your eyes and hum a response, too tired to open your mouth to form actual words. you hear him stand and move away from you as slowly lay yourself down on the mattress.

after a few moments, he returns with a pair of your favorite soft sweatpants and a loose fitting long sleeved shirt.

he unbuttons your pants and slowly peels them off your legs, replacing them with the sweatpants. "i need your hands, i have to sit you up so i can take your shirt off."

your face crumples at the thought of having to sit up. the feeling of gravity working against your brain is never fun, and you know it's going to make the thud echoing in your skull even louder.

"i know, honey, i'll be quick, i promise."

you lift both of you arms up enough to where he can grab your wrists and slowly sits you up. you immediately slump into his stomach with a groan. he works quickly, pulling your shirt off over your head and before you know it, he's manhandling you to your side of the bed and flipping the covers over top of you.

the pain has settled in the entire dome of your skull now. the aching and throbbing is now pulsing entirely through out your skin and bones to the point where the back of your neck is starting to hurt.

you suck in a deep breathe, once again willing away tears, but also just trying to breathe through the anger of having to deal with this so often these days.

you hear aaron rustling beside you. your nightstand drawer is open and he's digging around for something which makes you want to clench your teeth until they break.

"okay," he says quietly, squatting next to you. he runs a big hand over the crown of your head and down your hair a few times. "migraine pills and the eye mask are right beside you on the nightstand. i'll pull the black out curtains closed on my way out and bring you some water, and then i'll be back shortly to check on you."

you crack an eye open at him and he smiles at you. "if you need me before then-"

"you spoil me." you tell him, your voice muffled by the blanket that you've pulled up to your face.

"in other cases, maybe. in this case, i'm just taking care of you." he leans down to kiss your temple and then he's off, leaving you in a cocoon of pain, comfort and love.

[motleyfam]

So, in the fic where Tim gets his appendix out, Jason tells him that he usually freaks out before he gets put under, not after. Now that Tim knows, how would he comfort Jason? I'm thinking, like, imagine that Jason breaks his leg badly on patrol, so urgent surgery is in order. Would Tim try to prevent him from freaking out? How?

P.s. i said i a thousand rimes bur I love your works!! You're amazing!!

Ooh so I've actually answered a similar question pretty recently (although that was focused more on the needle aspect than the anesthesia/loss of control aspect which I headcanon to be Jason's main issue with being put under)

Honestly? I think Tim would be the worst family member to try to comfort Jason through something like this. Not for anything that Tim is doing right or wrong, just because anesthesia is something that really freaks Jason out, and his response to being freaked out is a) to angry cry, and b) to lash out at people. Because he knows this about himself, and he's also extremely protective of Tim, he tries not to let Tim see him when he's not fully in control of himself. So while Jason would totally be great in a crisis involving Tim, he does terribly when the roles are reversed.

BUT that being said, if Tim was the only one available, I think Tim would end up offering his hand to squeeze, and Jason would hesitate at first but eventually take it. He'd probably also be trying really hard not to cry, which Tim would very intentionally act as through he wasn't noticing because at the end of the day, Jason needs his dignity more than anything.

[pharawee]

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[boysbeloving]

guys i have completed watching Vroom Vroom the Series aka Pit Babe the Series

IT WAS WONDERFUL AND I LOVED EVERY BIT OF IT

you can go through my MANY emotions while watching the series in my tag d watches vroom vroom the series

[disenchanted-youth]

Why would you end it there?! Why?!

They already died together in each other's arms. Let them be happy oh my god. The first part was full of sweetness, but Tharn's desperate plea for help at the end will haunt me.

That scene when they ran in the opposite direction at the swamp. The moment Tharn ran back without seeing Phaya walk deeper into the forest my heart dropped.

[gillianthecat]

Thought my physics lab was two days late and I had only three hours left to get it in at all, but it turns out that there was no lab this week at all.

Hallelujah 🙌

I fucked up absolutely everything else last week but at least I accidentally didn't fuck that up.