#peppermint tea for headaches

[the-neat-leaf]

Relieve Headaches Naturally: 7 Powerful Herbal Remedies to Try 

Do you feel like your frequent headaches are controlling your life? You dread that pounding pain and relentless nausea with each new episode. But you’re wary of long-term prescriptions and their side effects. Luckily, centuries of traditional wisdom offer safe, natural alternatives for headache relief. Herbal remedies made from plants like chamomile, feverfew and ginger have helped millions find…

[n1ko-whoisdefinatelynotacat]

Favorite food and drink combo?

Peppermint tea and Hazelnut Pancakes! They go together pretty well.

Chicken and rice with a Cola. Might be a weird combo but it’s usually what I have for lunch during school. One of the restaurants in the gathering building sells them.

Coffee and doughnut bites. More of a snack thing that’s incredibly basic, but I like it.

That’s a tough one, but I’ll have to go with snickerdoodle cookies and hot chocolate. It's comfort food.

//This was so much harder than I thought it'd be-

[crykea]

This week is literally insane for me I'm literally a triple threat. Sick with a head cold, just started my period, AND taking a caffeine break

[hollow-prey]

Amusing/indulging myself through the pain by imagining how to explain periods to Grimm without getting into the fine details of human reproduction, since Hollows don't reproduce so obviously periods wouldn't be a thing that Hollows experience.

And I just imagine the first time the topic comes up where I come into the room and Grimm is immediately on alert because he smells blood on me but I don't seem to be injured and he's puzzled like "??? how??? and who do I need to kill for hurting you". Then me having to explain to him "yeah that's a thing that happens to some humans. it's really annoying and sometimes it's a bit painful but I promise it's a normal thing and I'll be fine."

But to Grimm it's still not really clicking because Hollows only bleed if they're injured, and being injured makes you vulnerable. And despite me telling him that I'm fine, really, and this does not make me more vulnerable, he concludes differently after careful observation. during these time frames, I'm more tired and have less energy. I feel sluggish and uncomfortable. There are subtle cues and behaviors that hint that I'm in pain. all on top of bleeding that lasts for days (??? how???) but never suffering from extensive blood loss (???? how????)

of course I'm vulnerable!! Not as vulnerable as when I was sick with covid, but enough that Grimm feels the need to stick close and watch out for me more than normal. Which naturally means that he goes into full protective-cat mode, which includes a whole lot of cuddles and napping together while he keeps me close 💙

[moonstruckme]

emt marauders where they go away on a hokiday and reader gets sick but hides it so they can have fun?

cw: some phlegm talk? idk hardly a trigger but a little gross depending on your tolerance of all that

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

“Ow,” Sirius whines. 

“Sorry,” says Remus, clearly being as gentle as he can in smoothing sun lotion onto Sirius’ pinkened shoulders. “It wouldn’t hurt if you’d reapplied earlier.” 

“No one else had to reapply,” he grumbles, then hisses as Remus moves to a new spot. 

“You’re extra special.” James simpers, kissing Sirius’ cheek. “You can always hang back in the room if it hurts too much, you know.” 

Sirius glares. “I’m not going to sit in the room by myself while you all play Baywatch and make out in the ocean.” 

“We don’t do that.” Remus frowns. 

“I’ll stay with you,” you offer. You hope your eagerness doesn’t sound as obvious to your boyfriends as it does to you.

Sirius softens some. “You don’t have to miss out for me, baby.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

“I’m not going to waste a day of holiday anyway,” he says decisively, just as Remus puts the cap back on the sun lotion. “Onward!” 

You try not to deflate, resigning yourself to spending the afternoon as you spent the morning and all of yesterday before that: camped out under an umbrella, using toilet paper stolen from your hotel room as tissues when the boys aren’t looking. 

“Can we stop for ice cream on the way?” you ask as you make your way out of the room. 

“Again?” James laughs. “Angel, at this rate you’re going to be going through sugar withdrawal on the flight home.” 

You shrug. “That place by the boardwalk is really good.” 

You wouldn’t actually know. Your taste buds have gone rather lackluster since the onset of your cold; you wouldn’t know much difference if you got strawberry or bubblegum or peppermint candy cane. It makes your sore throat feel much better for a few minutes, though. 

Ordinarily one of your boyfriends might push back against you eating sweets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but because it’s a holiday you’re sitting on the sand finishing off a cone of pink something a short time later. Sirius has taken up residence by your legs, slowly covering them with sand to fulfill his vision of making you a mermaid tail. You’re trying not to wince as the sun worsens your headache. 

You want to enjoy your trip, you really do, but the beach is just too hot and too bright and too coarse when what you really long for is your bed and a cup of honeyed tea. No one drinks honeyed tea at the beach. You wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for some. 

“Do you think you ought to have scales?” Sirius asks. 

You hum, furrowing your brows like you’re paying attention. “I think so. Most mermaids do, right?” 

“Probably right.” Sirius leans forward, kissing you before you can stop him. “Brilliant girl.” 

You think you’re a horrible girlfriend. Even when he does sweet things like that, you want him gone badly. Before Sirius got sunburned and took shelter under the umbrella with you, it was him and James in the water all day long and Remus lying next to you but too absorbed in his book to notice you occasionally sneezing or blowing your nose. With Sirius here, you can feel the buildup in your sinuses like a dam ready to break. 

You know it would be easier to just tell your boyfriends you’re feeling under the weather. Easier for you, but not easier for them. They’d want to look after you, and they’d be giving up their own fun to do it. You won’t ruin their holiday because you’ve got the sniffles. 

“Hey, if you lay back I can give you a mermaid torso too.” 

You frown. “Don’t mermaids have human torsos?” 

“Yeah, but with a seashell bra.” 

Before you can come up with an excuse for why you don’t want to lie down and let Sirius cover you up to your neck in sand, James comes bounding over. He’s dripping wet dangerously near to Remus, who pulls his book closer with a reproachful look. 

“No one wants to come out in the water with me?” James asks. 

Sirius pouts at him. “You need a playmate, babe?” 

“Yeah, I do actually.” 

“Too bad. Get the sun to be nicer to me, and I’ll come out.”

“Why is that my job?” James looks to you, pleading. “Come on, lovie. You haven’t been in the water nearly this whole time. Do you really want to go home without having been in the ocean?” 

Guilt eats at you. “I’m okay,” you say, apology in your tone. “I’m having a good time here.” 

“Why don’t you go for a little while?” asks Remus. You hadn’t realized he was paying attention. “Just to say you did.” 

“Don’t make me carry you out there,” James teases. 

You try to smile before eating the last piece of your cone. “Okay,” you say, “just for a little while.” 

“Fine.” Sirius throws up his hands as though he’s lost a long and onerous argument. “If you’re going to leave me here with boring old Remus” —he drops a wink, though Remus only rolls his eyes— “I’ll come too.” 

James half drags you both to the water, you and Sirius grimacing at the sun for different reasons. The water isn’t terribly cold, but you shiver still, grateful when James pulls you close before starting to make his way out to a sandbar he found this morning.

Only, the sandbar seems to have gone away further than where he left it. James and Sirius don’t mind, laughing and splashing each other and trying to coax you into their games. You smile tersely, using all your energy to continue swimming. You’ve gone far enough out that the tips of your toes are barely skimming the sand, though when you turn around Remus and your umbrella really don’t appear so far away. 

It’s because you’ve turned to look that the wave takes you by surprise. 

You’re underwater in an instant, thrown head over heels and tumbling like a piece of litter caught in the tide. You choke on saltwater. It takes you what feels like forever to figure out which way is up, but then you push down on the sea floor, shoving yourself towards the surface. 

You emerge coughing. Sea water streaming from your nose and mouth, tears welling in your eyes. It stings. 

You hear the boys laughing, James’ warm hand landing between your shoulders. He rubs consolingly. 

“Aw, sorry, lovie. It happens. That really took you down, huh?” 

You try to laugh along with them, but it’s hard when saltwater seems to flow endlessly from your nose. You realize at the same time as James that it’s not all saltwater. 

“Whoa. Needed a purge, did you?”

“Sorry.” You wipe your nose on your arm, rinsing it off in the water. You feel disgusting and embarrassed. 

“No, don’t be.” James palms your face, smiling as he wipes the couple of tears that have escaped your eyes. “This is what saltwater does. It cleans out your nasal passages. It’s a good thing, getting all the muck out.” 

You’re about to respond with something equally positive when you sneeze violently. More snot comes out of your nose. 

“Shit, baby,” says Sirius. “You were really clogged up. You feeling sick or something?” 

You think that maybe it could be a joke, but your guilty expression gives you away. 

James blinks. “Really?” 

“I’m fine,” you say. You know it’s not very convincing when you’re trying and failing to stop the globs of mucus leaving your nostrils. 

“You’re sick.” Sirius sounds aghast. “For how long? Why didn’t you say?”

“A couple days,” you admit, “but it’s really not bad. I didn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun.” 

“Ruin everyone’s fun,” Sirius repeats, muttering. He pulls you into a hug, mindless of the snot getting on his shoulder. “You are the fun, baby.” 

You nearly snort. “Not like this.” 

“Did you ever think that maybe I like making you tea and bossing you around? Hm? Did it occur to you that that might be fun for me?” 

“I think it’s occurred to all of us that being bossy is fun for you, babe,” says James. His smile has a pitying edge as he begins to shepherd you both back towards the shore. “Come on, let’s go.” 

“Please don’t let my cold mess this up for you,” you plead.

Sirius gives you a stern look. “Shush.” 

“Angel, how could it?” James asks in a nicer tone. “We’ll still be together, won’t we?” 

[lilianasgrimoire]

Herb Correspondences - M-R

Mandrake - Spell strengthener. Use for protection, happiness and wealth.  It aids money multiplying. Element Earth. 

Marigold - See Calendula. 

Marjoram - Use for cleansing, purification, and dispelling negativity.  Also aids grief and sadness. Element Air. 

Marshmallow Flower - Cleansing, protection, love, sex and fertility. Used in handfasting's. Elements Water. 

Marshmallow Root - Protection and psychic powers.  Use in tea to aid sore throats. Handfasting herbs and cleansing.  Element Water.  

Meadowsweet - Used to increase the chances of getting a job. Helps peace, love and happiness.  Aids divination. Element Air. 

Mint - Promotes energy, communication and vitality, protection and draws custom. Element Air. 

Mistletoe - Also called Witches Broom. Used for fertility, creativity, and protection from negative spells & magic. Hang at handfasting to kiss beneath and promote peace. Element Air. 

Mountain Ash Berry - Also called Rowan Berry. Strong fairy and Goddess connections. Aids protection and meditation help to clear the mind. Element Fire.  

Motherwort - Mother’s Herb. Love and fertility. Grounding helps against bad luck. Protection and good fortune. Element Fire. 

Mug wort - Use for strength, protection and healing. Mug wort amplifies magic. Aids astral projection, and psychic power.   Element Earth.  

Mullein - Represents the crossroads.  Offers protection from nightmares & hexing.  It attracts love and keeps evil energies and spirits at bay.  Element Fire. 

Mustard Seed - Courage, faith, and endurance. It is a good luck amulet. Aids mental power and offers protection.  Element Fire. 

Myrrh - Spiritual, meditation, and healing. Supports youthfulness and protection.  Luck and peace. Element Earth.  

Nasturtium - Banishing and releasing fear.  It helps create your own reality. Aids creativity and independence.  Element Air. 

Nettle - Uses include dispelling darkness & fear, and curse breaking. Healing and protection and increase lust in partners. Renewal.  Element Fire. 

Nutmeg - Magical uses include attracting money/prosperity, and luck.  Use for fortune telling and when you need favorable decisions to be made. Element Fire. 

Oak - Connected to Litha and the most sacred of all trees.  Oak supports success, good luck and healing. Stability and potency and attract money.  Element Water. 

Orange Peel & Flower- Attracts abundance, luck.  Love and happiness strengthen divination.  Element Fire. 

Oregano - Aids astral projection, health, and vitality.  Increase joy and justice and protect against evil.  Use at Handfasting's. Element Air. 

Parsley - Use this herb to help with contacting the dead. Increases strength, vitality and passion.  It is uplifting and helps spiritual growth. Element Air.  

Passionflower - Attracts friendship and passion. Calming, peace and instills passion into stale relationships. Good for house blessings too.  Element Water. 

Patchouli - Used in spells for connecting with spirits. Money attracts increases fertility and lust. Calming and peaceful.  Element Earth.  

Pennyroyal - Use for peace, harmony and tranquility. Carry to avoid seasickness or for physical strength & endurance. Element Earth. 

Peppermint - Use for headaches and other forms of healing. Increases sleep and love.  Use for increasing psychic power and divination. Element Air. 

Pilewort - See Celandine.  

Pine/Needles - Prosperity and success.  Protection, purification and divination. Throw it in the fire to dispel negativity. Use in house and business blessings.  Element Fire. 

Plantain - Increases fertility and libido.  Healing, protective and offers strength.  Use to have power over supernatural events. Element Earth. 

Poppy Seeds - Pleasure, love and luck.  Aids sleep and insomnia. Use in astral projection and flying magic.  Increases fertility and happiness. Element Water.  

Pumpkin Seed - Use in lunar magic to honor the moon.  Also healing and increases divination. Element Fire. 

Raspberry Leaf - Used for healing, protection, love. Raspberry leaf not to be eaten by pregnant women until due date, as it induces labor. Helps to reduce the pain involved in childbirth. Supports sleep, dreams and love.  Element Water. 

Red Clover - Aids success, love and money.  Increases fidelity. Use in exorcism.  Element Air. 

Rose - Use for divination, increased psychic power, love, lust and healing. It helps strengthen close friendships. Place it around sprains and bruises to help them heal faster.  Element Water. 

Rose Hips - Used in healing spells or to bring good luck and invoking good spirits. Aids stronger love.  Element Water. 

Rosemary - Use in healing poppets and love/lust spells.  Improves memory. Increases sleep, mental power and protection. Burn to help purification and remove negativity. Associated with faery magic.  Element Fire. 

Rowan - See Mountain Ash.  

Rue - Use in healing, health and love.  Also, protection against the evil eye.  Increases mental power and clarity of the mind. Used in exorcism.  Element Fire. 

[actually-safer-to-kiss]

Pounding

Summary: Reader has a migraine, and Spencer wants to help.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Hurt/comfort

Content warnings: none

Word count: 1.2k

The transition of seasons is something that has to be endured. It’s the time when you wake up to frost on your windshield in the morning but must remove your coat by the time you leave work. It is a painful time of inconsistency, especially for your sinuses. Not only with the pollen in the air (as well as on your car at all times) but the dryness as well. It causes your headaches to go from sometimes once a month to now twice a week.

And the first one happens this week, today. The migraine descended on you like a storm, brewing from your nasal cavities, its relentless waves of pain crashing against the shores of your temples. With each throb, the world around you seemed to blur and spin.

You shut the door to your apartment and let your bag fall from your shoulder, with no care with where it lands. Light, food, the smell of home is all too much to bear. With a sigh, you shuffle to the sanctuary of your room and bask in the silence while you can still control it. You unleash yourself from your business casual attire and fall into bed, nestling yourself under the covers.

The darkness relieves pressure, only slightly. It will probably be hours before it has settled, so you think it is best to call it a night now at 5:56 in the evening. There was no point in doing anything else as streetlights alone from the windows have proven to be enough to make the back of your eyes ache. You remained still, motionless, unmoved. Minutes could stretch well into hours without your knowledge.

Until the sound of the front door opened, cutting through the quiet. Spencer was home, which means it’s 6:06 now. The creaking floors from his aged apartment tell you he goes to the kitchen first, the sink runs, then his steps only grow closer to you until you can feel his presence at your back. “Migraine?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

It drains all energy and motivation out of you, so you merely nod in response. He’s more than familiar with severe head pain; chronic migraines that were resolved with a vitamin regimen. Fortunately, he has yet to complain about them bothering you in the year you’ve been together. And he never leaves home without them.

Unfortunately, this makes him eager to figure out your head pains. Last spring, he left out an array of vitamins in a pill organizer. They didn’t. It wasn’t an issue at first. It was clear he was trying to help. The downside of your boyfriend being a child prodigy and objective genius is that he will never back down from a challenge, even when you have asked him to. He can’t do it. Later in the month, he came home one day with an array of tea brands, mostly ginger and peppermint. He’s bought humidifiers, massaged the cartilage of your nose, and even consulted Reddit. It’s certainly worn down your patience, especially when you require complete silence.

“I can get you some hot compresses from the pharmacy if you want.” He jumps in completely. The last three words are merely to cushion the obvious; reiterating the point rather than saying something like, “I’ve had headaches before. I know how awful they are, so you should let me help you.” Which he’s also said.

You continue the annoying pattern by shaking your head with an audible moan. Opening your eyes hurts.

“What about nasal spray or decongestant? I can get those at the pharmacy as well.”

“I don’t need anything from the pharmacy. I took ibuprofen. Just need to keep my eyes closed.”

“Well, that can only help so much today. Saline will help encourage drainage and expansion in the vessels. Ibuprofen solves the head pain, not the root problem.”

“Unless the BAU can order planting fruit trees, it’s the best we can do.”

“What I’m trying to say is—”

You groan louder. “This isn’t a time for solutions, Spencer.”

Another unfortunate aspect of your relationship is that you can feel the way Spencer’s face softens from your tone. He then mutters out an apology, a brief sorry, but he doesn’t leave. He touches your shoulder and keeps his hand there until you turn to face him. And because you love him very much, you strain to open your eyes. You can make out a blur of his silhouette in the growing darkness, but still see clearly his glossy eyes and the quirk of his lips. “Can you do something for me first, though? Real quick?”

Before you answer, his hand slides toward your upper back, meaning you have to sit up for this. You were ready to say something along the line that he’s lucky you love him right now and leave it at that because thinking further made the pressure in your temples increase. 

You didn’t have to speak at all, though. Because Spencer is also holding a glass of water in front of you. You look up at Spencer’s puppy-eyed silhouette. “Not a solution,” he says softly. “It’s something you always need.”

Well, if that didn’t make you feel like an asshole. You accepted the glass without a word, feeling the coolness against your palm as you brought it to your lips. Each sip, at the very least, a distraction from the throbbing. Spencer watches you closely. You had no choice but to finish the whole glass. And you did, leaving Spencer satisfied enough as he took the glass and walked out.

You didn’t say a word. The sink ran again, and Spencer returned with another full glass. He doesn’t hand it to you, instead puts it on the nightstand before turning precariously on his heels. It takes you a second through half-closed eyes to realize he’s walking back out. You’re afraid to ask, wondering if you’ve made him too upset to talk. You push yourself and do so anyway, keeping your tone in mind. “Where are you going?”

Spencer turns on his heels once more, looking around momentarily like there were others in the room. He then looks at you. “I figured you wanted to be alone.”

You reach out, moving through the pain quite literally, and you catch the polyester of his cardigan just between your fingers and pull him closer until you can wrap your arms around him. You hold your breath, knowing the intense smell of his laundry detergent would be enough to collapse down to your pillow in further pain. His cardigan is soft against your face. “Do you have other stuff to do?”

He chuckles, his abdomen bounces. So, he’s not too mad. “I do not.”

Encouraged by his response, you tug him gently (and not so gracefully) into bed. He’s delightfully warm. Spencer kicks off his shoes in response before pulling you close. Then you bury your face into his chest, hesitant to breathe in the scent of cedar that clings to the cardigan. You try best to ignore it as you cocoon yourselves beneath the blankets, finding refuge in each other’s company amidst the inner turmoil that comes with spring. You listen to the steady rhythm of Spencer’s heartbeat, and find a fleeting sense of peace in the storm.

[shadow-book-wren]

Tea Magick (TBC)

Stir clockwise to bring positivity and then counter-clockwise to repel negativity. the tap cup 3 times to seal intent.

Green - energy, immunity, cleanse, memory

Peppermint - decongestant, clarity, stomach ache, divination, stress, dreams

Chamomile - anxiety, stress, sleep, dreams, money, gut-health, headaches

Hibiscus - blood pressure, love, harmony, anti-inflammatory

Black - strength, repel negativity, energy, heart health, digestion

Ginger - nausea, stomach ache, menstrual pain, money

White - cleansing, protection, antioxidant

Cinnamon - cold relief, anti-inflammatory, metabolism, dreams, psychic

Matcha - mental clarity, detox, protection

Chai - calming, energy, digestion, nausea, pain

Lavender - dreams, psychic, calming, cramps, headaches

Lemon Balm - Dreams, cleansing, anxiety, sleep

Goldenrod - divination

Mulberry - divination

Rosemary - protection, memory, headaches

Juniper - protection

Lemon - protection

Basil - money

Marigold - psychic

Bay-leaf - psychic

Dandelion - cleansing

Thyme - cleansing, psychic

Saffron - positivity, happiness

Turmeric - arthritis, cancer, ibs, alzheimers

Mushroom - healing, aging, cancer

Rose - dreams, psychic

Mugwort - dreams

Jasmine - dreams

Clove - psychic

[luvuz4life]

Fasting tips for longer fasts.

Someone requested tips for people who do longer fasts. Idk if this will help or not I might add more later, hope it helps. <3

Before the Fast

Hydrate well: Drink plenty of water the day before.

Eat whole foods: Choose high-fiber, protein-rich, and nutrient-dense meals before the fast to help you feel full longer.

Avoid sugar and refined carbs: These can spike your hunger later.

During the Fast

Drink water constantly – Helps with hunger, energy, and staying focused.

Herbal teas (peppermint, green tea, or ginger) – Calm the stomach and reduce cravings.

Black coffee or matcha – Can suppress appetite, but don’t overdo caffeine, and use low cal milk or no milk.

Stay busy – Distract yourself with light activities, reading, walking, painting nails, cleaning your room, or a hobby.

Low-intensity movement – Gentle walks or stretching can ease restlessness.(Yoga/ meditate)

Salt or electrolytes – A pinch of salt in water or sugar-free electrolyte tablets can prevent headaches, lightheadedness, or fatigue during longer fasts.

Mindfulness or journaling – Writing down your reasons or how you’re feeling can help manage urges and stay focused.

Important Notes

Don’t ignore dizziness or nausea – Break the fast if you feel faint, sick, or too weak.

Don’t force it – If you’re feeling unwell, it’s okay to eat. Listening to your body is more important than hitting a number.

Fasting isn’t for everyone – Some people experience increased stress or obsessive thoughts. If that’s the case, other gentle habits might be more helpful.

Break the Fast Gently

Start with a small portion (e.g., broth, fruit, steamed veggies).

Avoid a large, heavy meal — it can shock your digestive system and cause serious discomfort or illness.

Gradually work back to normal meals over 1–2 days.

[castielli]

I just NEED a Spencer Reid x male reader fic,please please. Something fluffy..

I had NO idea, this is what my brain birthed

Chapter After Chapter

Spencer Reid x Male!Reader

Fluff, domestic, emotional intimacy, reader is not part of the team, cuddling, safe space, Reid with glasses

You’re not sure how this became your routine.

Maybe it started after a long case, after a late dinner where Spencer had fallen asleep on your couch with a book still open in his lap, glasses slipping down his nose. You’d covered him with a blanket, turned down the lights, and left him there, just for a moment, only to find he looked so peaceful that you didn’t have the heart to wake him.

Now it’s every Friday. No matter the chaos of the week, no matter the case or time zone or bruises, he finds his way to your apartment. Book in hand. Soft knock at the door. And you let him in. Every time.

He never calls first. You think it’s part of the ritual now, part of the comfort. Like he’s testing fate and it keeps saying yes.

Tonight, he shows up in a sweater too big for him and socks that don’t match, eyes tired but warm.

“Hey” he says. “Hey” you reply, stepping aside so he can slip in. You don’t say much else. You don’t need to.

He drops his bag by the door like it belongs there and you already have the kettle on. He notices. He always notices. “Chamomile?” he guesses. “Peppermint. You had a headache last night.” He nods. Doesn’t argue.

Spencer’s not much of a talker when he’s not working. People always think he is because of the facts, the numbers, the fast talking profiling machine. But when it’s quiet, when it’s just you and him, he rests in silence.

He sits on the floor while you take the couch, back against the cushions, legs stretched out. His book is open before he’s even gotten halfway through the tea. You sip yours and scroll on your phone, glancing up occasionally. Watching him read is like watching a sunrise in reverse, bright eyes slowly dimming, body curling inward, until he’s curled up like a comma.

He always falls asleep before finishing the chapter. Every. Time.

You drape the blanket over him again. His hair’s messy. Lips parted just a little. One hand still loosely holding the edge of the page like he didn’t mean to fall asleep but couldn’t help it. You sit beside him on the floor, book resting between you like a bridge you’re both afraid to cross.

It’s been months like this. Soft edges. Unspoken things. Late-night routines that look a lot like love, if you squint.

But you’re not sure. Maybe this is just how Spencer shows comfort. Maybe he needs you because you’re safe, not because he wants you. You’ve never tried to find out. Until now.

“Hey” you whisper, nudging his shoulder gently. “Spence.”

He hums, barely opening one eye. “What time is it?”

“Late.”

“Did I fall asleep again?”

You smile. “You always do.”

He stretches slowly, blinking up at you, still soft and warm and half-dreaming. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Silence again. Not heavy. Just full. And then, before you can chicken out, you say it.

“You know you don’t have to keep pretending this is about tea and books, right?”

Spencer pauses. “What?”

“I mean, you’re here every Friday. You fall asleep in the same spot. I have a blanket with your name on it and I literally buy tea based on what mood you’re gonna be in. And I like it. I like you. I just don’t know if this is… something.”

You don’t look at him when you say it. You stare at the book like it’ll save you from your own words.

For a moment, you hear nothing. And then he speaks, voice quiet. “I didn’t think I had to say it.”

Your head turns.

He’s watching you, eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them. He pushes his glasses up his nose and tugs the blanket tighter around himself like he’s nervous and small and sixteen years old again. “I thought…maybe if I said it, it would ruin this.”

“Spencer.”

“I’ve been in love with you for months” he blurts, face flushed. “I didn’t mean to. It just happened. You make space for me without asking for anything back and I didn’t know how to say I want more without risking losing what I already had.”

Your heart trips over itself. You don’t say anything. You just reach out and take his hand, cold fingers and all, and squeeze. “You’re such a nerd” you murmur.

“I know.”

“And I’m in love with you too.”

“I know.”

You roll your eyes, laughing, and he leans into you, head on your shoulder, the blanket now wrapped around both of you. The book is forgotten. The tea is cold. But none of that matters.

For the first time, the silence isn’t holding anything back.

It’s just peace.

[mavyunivrse]

Tea for sleep, dreams & shifting realities Pt. 1 🫖

*** This is not needed to become lucid or shift. Only a tool for you to use if you’re interested.

*** Please look into what is safe for your child to consume if you have one, or during pregnancy.

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Chamomile

• aids in better quality sleep, calmness, relaxation, reduce anxiety and stress

• Anti-inflammatory, Improve digestive health, heart health, lower blood sugar, protection against some cancers

** Most suitable for children.

Lavender

• Calming, soothe anxiety, sleep aid

• Anti-imflammatory, antioxidant, digestive system support, aid respiratory health, boost immune health, relieve menstrual pain

** Most suitable for children.

Peppermint

• Muscle relaxant, can soothe into sleep

• Ease bloating and digestion, relieve headaches, relieve clogged sinuses

Part two.

Part three.

Tea blends post next?

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[nikipuff]

I suffer from migraines :( so can I ask for mc suffering from one and Casper being the best husband ever and doing his best to make us comfortable?

Just like the previous one, I'm sorry if you aren't satisfied with this!!

Casper taking care of Sunshine

Warnings: Reader has headaches

“Grimmyyy!”

Your head was pounding, your body sprawled out on your bed as you called for your husband to help you. Since that morning, pain had wormed its way into your mind, causing you to call in sick to work today. Casper had noticed you staying home, quickly taking the role of a caretaker. 

“Coming, sunshine.” He entered the room, quickly coming to your side and checking your appearance. He didn’t understand headaches, but when you compared them with his soul sickness, it made the idea of it a bit easier for him.

“Hungry? Thirsty? What do you need?” Casper set his head on the bed, pouting at your pained expression. Noticing how dark your room was, he stood, moving to open the curtains.

You hissed at the sudden brightness, hiding under the blankets. Noticing your reaction, Casper quickly shut them again, making his way over to you and moving to push the blankets out of your face. “Sunshine? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, glancing up at him with tired eyes. “Do we have any tea?”

He nodded. “Peppermint?”

Seeing your approval of the type of tea, Casper exited the room and started to make it, making sure that it was good enough to soothe your migraine. Bringing it to you, he gently helped you to a sitting position, helping you drink a bit of the tea. “Better?”

“Much better. Thanks, Casper.” You smiled, the throbbing starting to fade slightly. Casper grinned back, happy that he was able to help soothe your pain.

[bardic-tales]

I have been having my migraines a lot lately, so I thought I would write something out yesterday.

Rated: General since he's literally just helping ease a headache.

Pairing: Sephiroth x genderless reader

You're lying in bed. The world behind your closed eyelids a chaotic storm of pain and darkness. A migraine and the agony associated with it grips your head in its iron vice. Each heartbeat pounds mercilessly against your temples. Even the faintest light slipping through the cracks of the curtains feels like a dagger to yours senses. You shift. The movement only worsens the nausea curling your stomach. The bile rises up from the pit of your stomach like a geyser.

Then, you feel him.

The air shifts subtly. The distinct energy and rose and vanilla scent associated with Sephiroth's presence is calming yet commanding. You don't even need to open your eyes to know he's there. The soft rustle of his coat as he kneels on the bed is enough. As his knees sink into the mattress, your stomach rolls once again.

"My cherished one," he murmurs, his voice laces with concern: a nickname he has given you lately. "You should have called for me."

Your lips part to protest that you didn't want to be a burden to him, but even speaking feels to much. Instead, s soft whimper of pain escapes you: a sound that makes Sephiroth brush his hand against your forehead. The leather of his glove feels cool against your hot skin.

"I'll handle this," he says firmly, rising now. You hear the faint clink of metal as Masamune is set aside: an act that reminds you how serious he is about tending to you. He and the ōdachi rarely part.

A few moments later, the bed dips slightly as he returns. This time, you feel the soft, damp press of a cloth against your forehead. The scent of peppermint wafts faintly through the air, calming the ache in your senses. His fingers move expertly, massaging the base of your skull with a pressure that’s somehow precise yet gentle.

"It's the tension right here," he explains in a low voice, a soft husky whisper. "Your body carries more than it should."

The room remains silent save for the steady rhythm of his movements. Every stroke of his hands feels deliberate, unraveling the pain knot by knot, thread by thread. He shifts once, reaching for something, a a soft emerald glow breaks through the darkness behind your eyes, but your hearing picks up a soft melodic hum: like a delicate bell chiming. Your eyes are still closed.

The warmth washes over you, but the spell does not eliminate the pain completely rather it dulls its edges, making it more bearable.

"I won't let this consume you," he promises, and you can feel the weight of his words: the conviction in his voice.

When you finally dare to open your eyes, it's to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, one knee crosses over the other. His cyan-colored eyes softens as he stares down at you. His feline-like pupils contracts with unspoken worry. He holds a steaming black cup in one hand -- herbal tea, its warmth promising some relief -- and offers it to you.

"You don't need to speak," he says when you hesitate. "Just know that I am here. I will always be here."

With trembling hands, you take the cup and sip. The warmth spreads through you, heating every inch of your body. Sephiroth stays close, a sentinel of silence, his presence grounding you in a moment that feels safe, despite the lingering ache.

[renflowerwords]

Gentle Affection - SDV Harvey x Fem Reader fanfic

In which you are sick, and who better to take care of you than the valley's most friendly doctor, Harvey?

Harvey x Reader (Fem/Farmer) - 4.6k words - no smut, but it gets steamy? MDNI! - Harvey is beefy and I love him.

I wrote this after a large cup of coffee during finals instead of writing my final essays :D enjoy! ( also, I barely proofread this because I cannot read my own work for some reason, but it's still legible lol)

“It's so warm in here,” Harvey says as he walks into your room, surveying the darkness and the amorphous mass in bed, which is you. He kneels and unties his shoes, leaving them by the door before making his way towards your bed.

“I know,” you choke out from your makeshift shelter, wrapped in pounds of blankets and old tissues. You never really knew how to take care of yourself when you got sick. The go-to was always Nyquil, tea, peppermint tissues that left your nose red and sore, and heaps of blankets while you watched some old movie that would materialize into your fever dreams.

“My little farmer really is sick.”  His eyes soften as he takes in your appearance.

He places his doctor’s bag down on your floor, farthest away from the heaps of tissues. Your trashcan had been filled since the first night, and honestly, you couldn’t bring yourself to replace it.

“It’s not getting any better,” you say, followed by a weak cough and a sniffle.

“You should have told me sooner, y/n.” Before you can respond, he’s making his way to your bathroom, the yellow light illuminating your bedroom. You close your eyes, the fever-induced headache coming back tenfold by the light. “I didn’t want you to see me like this, Harv.” Another cough, this time partnered with a flying speck of spit. God, you were such a mess.

If he does respond, you don’t hear him. The sound of the tub faucet running fills the room. His shuffling in the bathroom ceases, and he makes his way back to your bed, holding a trash bag and adorning the thin gloves that come in hair dye boxes. You chuckle. “How’d you find those?”

 He starts picking up the random tissues and throwing them away while grabbing all the other trash, too. The Nyquil box, tea bags left in your empty mug, and the old Pho you ordered the night before that was half eaten. “I know my way around your bathroom y/n; you always keep leftover supplies.” He chuckles, continuing his search for more tissues under the first layer of blankets.

“Sorry about the mess.” You let out an embarrassed laugh before further looking around at the mess that is your room.

“Do you forget that I am a doctor? It’s my job to take care of the sick. Especially my loved ones.”

You feel like you're dreaming, and with the past few fever dreams you’ve been having, you wouldn’t doubt it. Here in your room was Harvey, your Harvey. You had been “dating” each other for a few months now, but you were still in that stage of wanting to be somewhat perfect to him. Sure, he had seen you passed out in the mines after forgoing your curfew and a few times when you were completely foul after taking care of the animals all day, but that was to be expected. You were a farmer, of course.

But this, for him to see you at your weakest, riddled with fever, was something else. You hadn’t left your room in three days, it and yourself being a sick mess. This wasn’t the result of hard work; it was the result of negligence. And now, despite your best wishes, he gets to see you at your worst.

To make matters even more terrible, you weren’t the only one sick. Plenty of people in the valley were falling ill, people who were more important and more at risk. You were taking Harvey away from them, away from his work. If only you had kept yourself inside for a few more days instead of trudging through the frozen mines, you would have been in tip-top shape and been able to help, instead of be helped.

When your fever wouldn’t let up after a few days, you called Harvey’s office to make a home visit, of course, downplaying your symptoms and telling him to come to see you last after everyone else because “it’s just a little cold.” That was this morning, and now, you had been feeling a hundred times worse. You had tried everything in the book to cure your ailments yourself, but evidently, you needed professional help.

In an effort to pull you from your thoughts, Harvey, mid-tissue search, kneels on the edge of your bed and presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling back and saying, “Hey, come back to me.”

“I’m here,” you breathe out, holding his gaze, his eyes seemingly healing your every ailment already. Suddenly, the warmth in your chest wasn’t just from the blankets trapping your body heat but from his presence. You lay there for a few seconds, staring back into his brown eyes before becoming presently aware of the crust that had been accumulating on your face. “I’ve been here unmoved for 72 two hours, actually.” You break his gaze with a turn of your head to let out a fake cough, anything to ease the tension.

His warm chuckle calls your eyes back to his, but he’s already moving away from the bed, placing the trash bag by your door.

“Never thought you’d be the type to crack jokes while sick, you're usually so serious when it comes to matters of health.” He walks towards the thermostat and inquisitively looks at the settings, knocking it with his knuckles before he turns back to you “Well, this explains the heat.” 

A feigned smile spreads across your face “Says you, and I’m trying to sweat it out, doctor.” 

Another chuckle erupts from him as he shakes his head, walking towards your bed again. This time, he sits right next to you and places his hand on your forehead. His hand, big and usually very warm, is cold when it touches your skin, and you wince at the contact. “You are very hot, let’s get you into a bath, okay? And then you can rest.”

You blame your fever brain for not noticing his outerwear, a thick wool brown sweater that you gifted him at the start of winter. It was bulky, and the ends were funky and crooked (you were a beginner; it was expected), but it was warm. Of course, he was hot in here.

Harvey sat silently, waiting for your approval, holding your gaze. 

That was all it took for him to get his way, not like you could fight him on this anyway. He wasn’t just some cute guy you were seeing at that moment; he was a medical professional.

You nod your head and pull yourself up with your arms, wobbling slightly. “Here.” He says before pulling off your blankets in one swift movement and holding you to his chest to lift you.

You let your arm fall into his chest and then recoil immediately, the itchy wool sweater feeling sharp and abrasive on your feverish skin. Before you can say anything, he lets go of you for a split second and pulls the sweater upward.

“Sorry, it’s just really itchy,” You say as you watch him pull the sweater over his head, his hair slightly frizzled and glasses crooked on his face from the action. Underneath his sweater, he’s wearing a thin white cotton t-shirt with the words ZuZu University in faded brown letters. It’s tight on his arms yet loose everywhere else, and even though he looks a bit frazzled, he is still shockingly handsome. This might also be the side effect of my fever brain, you think as you pull your eyes away from his thick arms and back up to his face. Big mistake.

He runs his hands through his hair and fixes his glasses with a warm flush on his cheeks. “Don’t apologize, you can’t help it.” He says without meeting your eyes and pulling you back into him, lifting your sick body with ease. He’s warm all over, and his chest is solid and soft. You could fall right back asleep in his arms.

The gentle lull of his walk and caress only eases you for a minute before the bright yellow light of the bathroom shines into your eyes. Becoming presently aware of the fact the light is now illuminating every gross aspect of your being, you turn your face into Harvey’s chest. “Are you okay?” He says as he places you on the bathroom counter, placing his hand on your forehead and then on your neck. His touch makes your whole body hotter, and you think you might die from overheating.

“Yeah, I'm just a little gross right now.” You say, head in your hands, as you attempt to rub the crust away from your eyes.

“Well, that’s the best thing about baths” You can hear him swirling his hand through the water, checking the temperature before turning back to you “They help you get clean.”

You laugh again, even though this entire scenario is a mix between your biggest nightmare and greatest fantasy. You’ve got Harvey’s attention all to yourself, but at what cost? Now, you’ve been reduced to a patient instead of a hot, hard-working girlfriend. Right now, you should be setting up a Christmas tree in his office or drinking hot cocoa in the park while stargazing.

Before you can say anything, Harvey makes his way to you and fiddles with the end of your tank top. “Do you want me to stay and help or wait in your room?” For the first time in the evening, you can sense his anxiety. This would be the first time he would see you naked, of course. A part of you dies inside at that fact. It wasn’t supposed to be this way!!

You let your eyes reach his again; he towers over you even with your position on the counter. His nervous face prompts a jolt in your stomach. Sure he’s probably seen plenty of his patients naked, but have any of them been potential girlfriends? You don’t want the answer to that question. Despite wanting to do it yourself, his shifty gaze and fleeting gentle touches at your abdomen under your tank top convince you otherwise.

This isn’t going to be romantic in any way, just a doctor helping a girl in need. You think to reassure yourself. 

“I could use a little help.” You breathe out finally, shifting yourself closer to the edge of the counter.

If Harvey is surprised by your answer, he doesn’t show it. He just nods slowly and goes to lift off your tank top. It’s not like you needed help taking your clothes off, but the sentiment was too good to deny.

Although the tank top was quite thin, its removal left you even more cold. You look up and see Harvey's flushed face and his eyes avoidance of your chest as he unties the strings of your sleep pants.

God, he really is heaven-sent.

You pull your arms up to cover your chest as he pulls you off the counter to take off your pants. He kneels down with the action, looking up at you when the pants hit your ankles. Your eyes meet, but you turn away first, suddenly embarrassed by the entire scenario.

 He looks at you as if you were an angel, haloed by bathroom light. The warmth in your chest is multiplied, and you think that if you were to die tonight, you’d definitely die happy.

He pulls your ankles up and releases them from your pants. You become acutely aware of his touch, nervous about what comes next. He takes his time folding the pants and tank top, standing up briefly to place them on the counter before kneeling down again, his warm hands on your hips.

Surprisingly, his hands are shaky. You feel your heart jolt and can’t tell if your light-headedness is from standing for so long or Harvey’s intoxicating presence and touch.

His hands remain on your hips for a few seconds before he hooks his thumbs into your underwear and begins to slowly pull them down. You can’t even look at him or his hands, your gaze centered on the ripples being created from the dripping faucet into the tub.

Your underwear is on your knees when you finally pull your eyes back to him, just to catch his. He’s not even looking at what he’s doing, not needing the reassurance of sight to pull off your underwear correctly. Slowly, he continues to pull them down, holding your eyes to his. His body contradicts the boldness of his actions, a bright flush on his cheeks that stretches to his ears and neck.

Okay, I could die from this. You think, offering a small smile to him, hoping it will ease his anxiety. He returns it with a gulp.

The feeling of his fingertips and the cotton on your skin makes you shiver, every sensation intensified by your skin’s heightened sensitivity.

When he finally does look down, it’s to pull your underwear from your ankles and render you completely naked.

He breaks the silence by clearing his throat, taking your hand without looking at you, and guiding you to the tub.

You step in, the lukewarm water sending another shiver through your body. Harvey, thumb tracing your hand, doesn’t let go of you until you are completely submerged up to your chest.

You wish that the water could provide some kind of shield for your naked body, which you and Harvey both presently aware of. But of course, the water doesn’t, and there’s nothing you can do or want to do to change that.

In silence, Harvey grabs your washcloth and wets it in the water before pulling it out, wringing it, and drawing it near your face. In silent response, you close your eyes and allow him to clean away the crust surrounding them.

His touch is gentle and caring, and you feel more confident with your eyes closed. If you can’t see the look in his eyes, then your heart won’t toss, surely?

Surely not. Slowly, he pulls the washcloth down to your neck and then to your chest, and in the darkness, you imagine him taking in your body with his eyes. Another flip of your heart before you open your eyes and see his steady face looking down into the tub at your body.

You clear your throat of its phlegm, despite feeling disgusted at the fact that even have phlegm around him, and his eyes fly quickly back to yours, embarrassed.

“I can uh- I can wash my own body, Harv.” You say, your hand grasping his and the cloth under the water, caressing it softly.

If he kept touching you in this way, even with the separation of the cloth, you fear you might combust into a million little stars.

He clears his throat, and his free hand goes to push his glasses up. “Oh, yeah.” He lets out a nervous chuckle. “Of course you can.”

Despite his agreement, his hand doesn’t leave yours under the water, and he doesn’t make any movement to leave or get up.

You take a deep breath, internally cursing yourself for even stopping him despite the need to be released from his constant touch.

“Do you wanna pass me the soap?” you say, lifting yourself up in the bathtub a little, finally releasing his hand.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, his eyes instinctively going down to your chest, now slightly peaking over the edge of the water, before he swiftly turns his head to grab the soap.

He hands you the bottle and rises, drying his hand on his jeans and then fiddling with the fabric when it’s dry. “I’m, uh, gonna go clean the room a bit more. Don’t over-exert yourself, okay?” He says, looking down at you in the tub, trying his best to maintain eye contact. You nod your head slowly and you work to squeeze soap onto the cloth, pulling it up your neck and beginning to scrub.

He stands there in silence for a few seconds before suddenly remembering that he was supposed to leave and hurriedly shuffles out of the bathroom, leaving the door cracked open behind him.

With his absence, you finally feel at ease. The ease is short-lived as you hear him shuffle around your bedroom, suddenly missing his presence. This stupid fever was making it hard for you to think clearly.

You clean your body slowly, savoring the feeling of water and the scent of soap. It wasn’t long until the lukewarm water turned cold; your feverish body was shivering continuously signifying it was time to wrap it up.

As you wring out the cloth and make your attempt to remove yourself from the water, you hear him approach the bathroom door, knuckles slowly rapping at the door. “Can I come in?”

His politeness awed you. There was truly no more need for niceties after he had just stripped you, and yet he still offered them.

“Yes.” You say.

He enters the bathroom holding a towel and a change of pajamas. You flush with embarrassment at the idea of him going through your drawers, remembering their unorganized state. “Did it take you a while to find something that matches?” You offer the joke in hopes of easing the tension. It works more for you than it does for him. His face is still flushing pink as he takes you in again.

“No, not really.” He says under his breath as he draws near with the towel and opens it. You stand slowly and allow him to wrap it around you, cherishing the warmth it offers.

He put it in the dryer so it would be warm. Your heart swells at the gesture as he ties the towel ends around your chest and takes your hand to stabilize your exit from the tub.

“Do you still feel gross?” he asks, taking it your refreshed face. You shake your head, unraveling the towel to dry your body, making an effort to position your body away from him. It would be wrong to continue this act of indecency when you are actually clean, for his sake.

“In fact, I'm feeling better already.” You turn your head over your shoulder and smile at him before continuing, “You really are the best doctor ever,” in a goofy voice, attempting to mimic Evelyn’s sentiments when she found out that something was going on between you two.

The both of you had agreed to keep your meetings secret because rumors tended to get quite twisted in the valley, but Evelyn caught the two of you together after you had a particularly nasty fall in the mines. You had interrupted her appointment with the giant gash in your leg that needed immediate attention. Harvey hadn’t wasted a single second getting you onto the table to care for you. Maybe it was the panic in his eyes as he took in your dirt and blood-covered state or the way he flinched alongside your flinches, stopping to search your eyes for pain every time with furrowed brows. But, if you had to guess, you were pretty sure it was the way he held you in his arms when he finished, whispering into your hair to be careful and that he doesn’t know what he’d do if you got injured worse than this. Evelyn had peeped her head in at that exact moment, nosily checking in on you as well. Of all the people to know, Evelyn was the least to worry about. At least that’s what you hoped. Nothing has gotten back to you yet, and that was a few weeks ago.

Harvey laughed at your imitation, saying, “I really hope that’s not supposed to be Evelyn,” before grabbing your lotion bottle and pumping some into his hands. You look up from his hands to his eyes in question before he signals you to sit on the counter with a flick of his head.  

You, in no position to truly object, obey. You keep the towel wrapped around your shoulders, but it doesn’t quite cover your body entirely. You sigh a bit. At this point, there’s nothing you can do to shield him from your nudity. You didn’t dislike being this way around him; you knew it was normal to him as a doctor, but his constant blushing and averted eyes made you feel nervous. He probably felt fine with nudity from his other patients. What made it so different with you? Uh, maybe because he likes me?

Your internal rumination is cut short when you feel his warm hands and lotion warmed up between them touch your legs. He halts for a second when he senses your leg tense, looking up at you. “Is this okay? I didn’t think you’d want to go to bed without any…” He quiets before quickly adding, “Sorry, I should have asked,” and pulling his hands away.

“No, it’s okay! Please continue.” You blurt out fast and a little bit loud, which makes your brain sob in embarrassment. He smiles and returns his hands back to your legs, rubbing the lavender lotion in slowly. Having his hands back on you feels right. Like there’s some magnetic pull between you.

You sit in silence as he rubs lotion down to your feet, caressing them gently before making his way to your knees and then to your thighs. You feel dizzy at the pressure of his hands, and the idea of where they’ll go next.

As he gets to your thighs, he reaches behind you and pulls you off the counter, landing you on your feet. “I’ll be quick,” he says, and for a second, you think it is because he’s about to rub lotion into your most erogenous zone, but then he adds, “You don’t need to be standing for so long.”

You feel the heat rise up your chest for the millionth time this night as you curse yourself for your thoughts.

Of course, that’s why he’s going to be quick, surely, if you weren’t sick, he would take his ti…

You shake that thought from your head, now wasn’t the time to be thinking like that. He’s just taking care of you.

He takes his hands and pulls your legs apart and it takes everything inside of you to not shrivel up from embarrassment, your brain torn between never allowing itself to be sick again and staying sick forever.

Pumping more lotion into his hands, he makes his way up your thighs slowly. Every brush of his fingers or swipe of his palm sends your heart tumbling and stomach flipping. Despite the intimacy of the act that was making everything hazy, it was the gentle care that he took as well. When he reached your sex, he never once actually touched it in fullness, slowly brushing his fingers around it.

It was actually embarrassing at how wet you got from it, and you prayed that he wouldn’t be able to notice.

Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything; he just continues the process of pumping lotion into his hands, warming it up, and rubbing it into your kiss. You let out a small sign of relief as he finishes rubbing lotion into your behind and slowly rises from his knees to get to your chest.

This time, you look at him instead of all around the bathroom. Surely, him rubbing lotion into your breasts would be less intense. Proving to be repetitive, you are wrong again.

When his hands finally reach your breasts, he pulls his eyes away from them and looks into yours. His circular motions around your nipples send a chill down your spine, one that only intensifies with the look on his face. Plain and simple to the common eye, but you could sense a deviousness lying underneath.

This side of Harvey wasn’t entirely new to you.

You recall your first kiss, down near the dock by the sea. He had held you so gently and pressed his lips slowly into yours before pulling back and searching for approval in your eyes. You, missing the warmth of his mouth, leaned back in and kissed him fuller. You sat there for a while kissing the tender kiss until you pulled back for a breath. The look in his eyes then was something similar to the one now. Enraptured fully in desire and need.

Before you could even fully catch your breath, his warm hand was on your neck, pulling your mouth back to his. His tongue prodded at your mouth, and when you let him in, he whined. Like actually whined into your mouth, drinking the taste of the strawberry wine you had shared with one another earlier intertwined with your spit.

He has the one to pull back the next time, a thin line of saliva drawn between your mouths that, after an inch of separation of your faces, fell onto your chin. His lips, still slick, rushed down to your chin and licked it back up into your mouth, kissing you again, hot and heavy.

“All done,” he says as he takes the lotion and puts it into your cabinet. This snaps you out of your daydream, and you see a small smile on his face.

Okay, we have got to stay focused.  

“Thank you, Harvey.” You say as you reach for your fresh clothes and dress yourself.

“Anytime.” He says as he leans towards you and presses a kiss to your temple before leaving the bathroom. Another toss in your stomach.

You finish dressing, staring at yourself ashamedly in the mirror.

It didn’t take you long to finish getting ready for bed, doing your skincare for the first time in what felt like forever, and putting your hair in two braids. Weirdly enough, you had felt strength return to your body, albeit only a little. What you wanted most right now was some food, some tea, and (hopefully) some cuddles.

It was a stupid desire really, Harvey wouldn’t risk himself getting sick and staying the night. Still, you can’t blame yourself for trying.

When you finally emerge from the bathroom you see Harvey sitting on your bed in…his pajamas. A smile stretches across your face as you crawl into your bed, noticing the two cups of tea and thermos on your bedside table.

Harvey lifts the blanket up for you, and you lay your body half on top of his. “Are you feeling better?” he asks as he pulls your leg further around him, and you position your head on his chest. “Mhm.” You respond, taking in his warmth.

He chuckles lowly and reaches over to grab the tea mug and pills from the bedside table, “Here, take these, and then have some soup.”

It isn’t hard to obey his orders. You sip on the tea, sweet with honey, and take the pills without question. “Mmm, perfect,” you say, nose a little stuffy now that you’ve laid down.

“Did you make the soup?” You ask as you finish your tea with one big gulp.

“Yep, it’s got everything my little farmer needs to get strong again.” Your body heats up, and you feel so warm. “Here.” He takes the spoon from the thermos and brings it to your lips. You could object and feed yourself, but there was something in being the object of his gentle affection that you were addicted to. You had never been cared for like this before, and you most definitely were going to get in the way of it.

You eat the soup as quickly as possible, feeling exhaustion flood over your body. Harvey, as if he could sense it, closed up the thermos and laid your head on his shoulder, caressing your head. “get some rest love.” Love, you loved it when he called you that.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, Harvey’s gentle breath lulling you to sleep like a metronome.

[moonstruckme]

OK WAIT I COOKED combine doctor rem and whimsical reader where the reader is telling rem about all of these mystical beliefs about health and sickness and he’s just humoring her

You cooked babe !

doctor!Remus x whimsical!reader ♡ 476 words

Remus startles a bit when you wrap your arms around his midsection, your footsteps were so noiseless on the kitchen floor. He chuckles quietly as his heart calms, rubbing your wrist where it rests over his belly button. You lay your cheek against his back. 

“Hello,” he says warmly, picking up another dish from the dirty pile and dunking it in the soapy water. 

“Would you ever want to take my diffuser to work with you?” you ask. 

Remus hums, more than used to your seemingly spontaneous questions. “You really like it,” he says, “so I wouldn’t want to take it from you. Why?” 

“I could use another one,” you reply airily. “I thought it might be nice for the people who come to see you. I could give you some peppermint oil to help heal them.” 

“To heal them?” 

“Mhm. It’s good for nausea and respiratory issues, plus it’d be nice for if they’re nervous, too.” 

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” He sets the bowl he was washing in the drying rack. “That’s very considerate of you, but I don’t know if my patients would appreciate it as much as you do. And, ideally, they’re getting all the medical help they need from me.” 

You melt deeper into his backside. Remus chuckles, wiping his hands and turning in your arms. You make a happy sound as he grasps the back of your neck in one hand, fingers still damp, and settles the other on the small of your back. 

“It never hurts to have extra help,” you say, turning your face up to his. He tunnels his fingers into the hair at the base of your scalp. “Remember last week, when I had that awful headache but it was really just because my energy was out of balance?” 

With great effort does Remus repress his sigh. You’d laid on the couch with a rock on your forehead after saying something about energy fields, and the only reason the pain had eased was because he’d decided he wasn’t above crushing up a pain reliever and stirring it into your tea. You’d been quietly pleased with having realigned your magnetic fields or whatever for the rest of the afternoon, and your boyfriend hadn’t had the heart to clue you in. 

“You never know what could be the real root of the problem,” you hum. 

He drops his lips to your forehead. “I suppose you’re right.” 

You give him a smile that feels like the breeze coming off the sea. Remus’ own lips turn up in response. 

“I’ll get you a new diffuser to replace yours,” he says. “Thanks, dove.” 

“Don’t worry about it, I have a spare.” You let go of his waist to twine your arms around Remus’ neck, kissing him sweetly. “It’s cute that you thought I’d only have one, though.” 

Yeah, he’s the cute one.

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Take care of yourself

Hey loves, we all know that I am a huge self care advocate. I have been loving myself real bad and one way to do it was through AROMATHERAPY.

So today let’s talk about it.

I have been looking into different ways to relax myself. From crystal baths to bedtime yoga, I am all ears to try anything. I started to read more about the Chinese Self healing method and through my research on the matter, I found out about aromatherapy!

So what is aromatherapy?

It is basically a holistic practice that uses essential oils to improve your overall well being. It is something that can be use with other practices such as meditation or visualization.

Here are few ways to do/use it

Through a diffuser: it will disperse the essential oil in your space making it easy to inhale and practice some inhalation exercises.

Through topical use: putting essential oil into body oil for either your skincare or massages.

Through your bath: adding drops of essential oils into your bath creates an aroma therapeutic experience. This is a chef kiss experience trust me!

Through compress: you basically use warm or cold compress infused with essential oils to release pain or to relax.

Because i love you guys, here is a list of essential oils and their use:

Lavender: Calming, sleep aid, relieves anxiety.

Peppermint: Energizing, eases headaches, aids digestion.

Eucalyptus: Clears congestion, antimicrobial.

Tea Tree: Antiseptic, combats acne, supports immunity.

Chamomile: Reduces stress, promotes relaxation.

Lemon: Uplifting, cleansing, boosts focus.

But my personal favourite is vanilla, its warm scent uplifts your mood and has great comforting properties.

I hope you give aromatherapy a try and discover more way to love yourself! There is so many thing we can do to improve our selves and i just want to be the prettiest and healthiest version of myself and i can feel I’m aligning there.

On that note, let’s prepare for this week with a lot of peace in our heart!