#I haven't slept in days but who's counting

[nade2308]

“Bad dreams are ghosts of our fears and worries, haunting us while we sleep.” 

― Maria V. Snyder

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Title: I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?

Hello, everyone! Here is the next little story I wrote about these two adorable people (who are too oblivious to see that they like one another). My first presentation at uni went well, but I have another presentation tomorrow, so I am quite tired, but hey I wrote another story. I didn't have too much inspiration today, but this works. You can also find this on AO3. Enjoy!

Posting day: 12

Prompt day 12: "I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?"

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Characters: Belle, Rumplestiltskin

Summary: Belle notices something is not quite right with Rumplestiltskin and finds out he hasn't slept in days. Basically, Belle tries to send Rumplestiltskin off to bed.

As Belle was doing her chores around the Dark Castle, cleaning and dusting around like the dutiful little maid that she was, she noticed Rumplestiltskin spinning continuously at his wheel. While he did spin every single day, today seemed to be more than usual, the creaking of the wheel accompanying her every task. The man barely spoke to her throughout the whole day, though he usually stopped during his spinning sessions to offer a smart quip or two, share a story with her or simply delve into a normal conversation, which usually ended with the two of them debating over a steaming cup of tea for hours on end. The past few days, Belle had found Rumplestiltskin to be more distracted and erratic as usual, which showed in his spinning as the wheel never stopped turning and his voice couldn't be heard throughout the whole day. Unusual, she thought, for a man who was so set on conversing and cracking jokes each and every day.

The spinning became more and more erratic as she completed her chores and Belle decided to put a stop to things and see what was the matter with him. She dropped the duster on the table and walked over to his wheel, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. When she noticed that not even her touch could get through to him, she shook the man slightly and stopped the wheel from spinning. "Rumple!" Belle called out for him and the wheel stopped turning as he finally shook himself out of his daze and looked over at her, as if it was the first time he was gazing upon the beauty, with such awe and wonder. The girl felt herself blush, but quickly got out of the reverie and stood in front of Rumplestiltskin, arms crossed, wanting to find what's wrong. "Are you alright? You have not said a word to me all day and you have been spinning eratically for hours or days on end", the girl said to him, pointing out how strange it was.

Rumplestiltskin felt himself return to reality when she spoke and he nodded, his hands fidgeting with one another. Exhaustion was clearly visible in his eyes, yet it didn't matter to him as long as he could still be moving around, spinning and striking his deals. "I'm quite fine, dearie. I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?", he admitted, letting out a hunourless chuckle as he stared up at his little maid. Had her eyes always been that blue? They matched her dress quite prettily, he thought. As soon as he wanted to return to his spinning, Belle moved his arms away and dragged him away from his wheel. Taken aback and with little energy to fight back, all the sorcerer could do was do as he was told and follow the girl around.

"Days, Rumplestiltskin? Are you serious? You can't just go without sleep! Everyone needs to sleep. No wonder you've been acting so strange these days", Belle exclaimed, concern tinging her voice as she stared up at him.

"I'm the Dark One, dearie, I don't need sleep like a mere mortal", Rumplestiltskin replied insistently, trying to convince her and himself of the truth of that statement. He was clearly tired, his eyes ready to shut down at any point, his hands were fidgeting with one another as he tried to cling to every bit of energy he had left. Still, he couldn't lie to himself and couldn't lie to her about the state he was in, as she was clearly not convinced by his attempt at reassuring her that he was completely fine.

"You, Rumplestiltskin, need to go to bed and you need to go now", Belle spoke determinedly and dragged him away from the Great Hall, like a mother sending her child to bed, who insisted he stay up for 5 more minutes.

"I don't need to go to bed, dearie. You can stop bossing me around now", Rumplestiltskin addressed her, small frown in his brow as he observed how the small slip of a girl managed to drag him around at will and do as she wished. Since when did such a tiny slip of a girl start holding such power over him? He couldn't understand it, yet he could barely fight it as they left the Great Hall and seemingly headed upstairs to his bedchambers.

"You have not slept in days and your eyes are red, Rumple. Who are you trying to convince? You need to get some rest", Belle insisted as she turned around on her feet to face him, glaring up at him. She didn't realize how close they were, their noses almost touching, and she lost her breath, if only for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. He smirked playfully down at her, trying to insist that he was fine, probably noticing her reaction to their closeness, yet she quickly shook herself out of her daze, grabbed his hand in hers and dragged him up the stairs without another word.

"My, what a fiery little maid. Such attitude", he observed as he let himself get dragged along the castle's hallways and up the stairs, towards his bedroom. He could barely keep his eyes open and was grateful Belle had been so insistent on sending him to sleep, for he would have probably fallen asleep at his wheel, right on his spindle, if not for her.

When they reached his bedchambers, the girl opened the doors to let him in and stood there, her hand still clasped in his. Her gaze met his as their fingers remained intertwined. Her heart was beating out of her chest and, if not for her bashfulness, she would have walked right in there with him and cuddled the whole night. Still, she knew it was the height of impropriety to get into the same bed as a man, although it would not be for any reason other than the simple comforts of a pair of arms wrapped around her. Her hand left his and she stepped away, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she looked away from his gaze, down at the grasp she let go of. "Sweet dreams, Rumplestiltskin", she spoke ever so softly and walked away, ready to silence her thoughts with a new adventure found between the pages of a book.

Rumplestiltskin held on to her hand for as long as he could, gazing upon the beauty for a little while longer. He thought of inviting her in, of showing her the monster's lair and perhaps of offering to hold her at night, if only to banish the loneliness away from both of their lives and enjoy the comforts of an embrace. He almost asked her to stay with him, stay for a little while longer, stay and spend the night in his bedchambers or perhaps jhst stay forever. The man shook himself out of the reverie as the girl let go of his hand, knowing he would never dare utter such words, would never even think of making such an invitation and tainting his beautiful Belle with his darkness. How could she possibly stand to feel the arms of a monster around her, when one tries to look for peace and quiet at night? "Good night, Belle", he said ever so softly and entered his bedchambers, heading to bed to finally rest and allow for his mind to be quiet.

[burningcheese-merchant]

So there's this Shadowvanilla fic on Ao3 Im fairly certain you know about, and in It SM and PV link up to eachother's minds/feelings/souls via their souljams touching, and its pretty sweet since since they're on their chests, the two basically have to hug to connect.

Which made me think, what about the other beasts and ancients? BS and GC would be by far the weirdest imo bc she would have to touch her forehead to his chest??? Which depending on the size difference It could still just be a hug.

SS and WL would touch their weapons (sword and staff), which can comes off as distant or cold, despite the fact they're about to peer into eachother's very being.

ES and MF suffer because their's are on their forehead and their ancient's are on their weapons😭😭 imagine HB shield to EG's forehead, that'd be awkward af

I'm not actually sure what you're referring to 😅 is it Jambound? I think something like that happens in it? I don't really remember, I read the first 3 chapters a while ago and that's it haha (I really don't have the time to read fanfics, especially not ones as long as that one (it's like 15 chapters long now and still going with no end in sight, isn't it??? Goodness)). I never really did much of anything on AO3 tbh, I honestly just go there to write and post my own dumb garbage and then vanish into the aether again

Regardless. I always vibed with the concept of the Ancients and Beasts connecting/strengthening their existing connection through their Soul Jams. But the way I've tried to get around the fact that most of their placements are... cumbersome and don't really lend themselves to that (White Lily's staff and Silent Salt's sword, for example) is, I think of it as... Through the sharing of the Soul Jams, they're all already bound to one another, yeah? So do they NEED to have them be a component in the physical aspect of this? Do White Lily and Silent Salt NEED to have their staff and sword clink together to express that intimacy? Or can they simply embrace each other nice and tight, staff and sword set aside nearby, and their souls can resonate just with that action? The Soul Jam not physically being in their hands doesn't really mean it's left their ownership and they've completely lost access to its power, I don't think; we saw that with how the Light of Abundance refused to answer to Smoked Cheese when he took it, and how Golden Cheese could keep fighting Burning Spice for a while even without it (albeit weaker). So idk if they need the Soul Jams to touch so they can feel closer to each other. I think they've all been naturally imbued with that power at least to some degree and thus don't really 100% need the physical Soul Jams to facilitate that closeness. If I'm already super glued to somebody then not putting my hands on their belt buckle or whatever isn't going to make us any less stuck together ykwim

With that said I like to imagine BS's being particularly sensitive since it's embedded in his chest. GC can press her hand down on it, or lay her head against it, and feel his heart beating through it, if only faintly. Maybe it feels warm to the touch, and grows warmer and shines brighter the faster his heart races. Maybe his breath catches in his throat when she touches it because it feels different there than it does when she touches any other part of his body. Maybe it acts as a cute little nightlight when they're curled up together in bed. Maybe it burns hot like a coal and glows like the fire in a hearth when they're deep in the throes of passion. Maybe, as a charming little gesture, she actually will touch her forehead to his chest so they can listen to that soft little clink that sounds the little kiss Abundance and Destruction shares. Maybe a certain something stirs within them both when she does it, maybe not. But it's cute. They're so in love that even their Soul Jams want to make out. Lol

Also any excuse to put her face in those big strong man titties is 👌👌👌 in her opinion

[dirtytransmasc]

concept, cause the dynamics at play would be super interesting:

when Tuk and Neytiri are sucked into the hold of the Seadragon, what if Spider, unwilling to watch another one of this baby siblings, nor his siblings mother (despite everything cause he's a good kid), die without doing anything, jumps in after them?

they're now stuck in a flooding ship, spider knows his way around to a decent extent, they're all tired, they're all scared, they're all hurting. they have to depend on each other for survival.

Neytiri has to not only trust Spider, but has to follow his lead, has to trust him to guide her around a demon ship, has to untrust not only her own life, but the life of her youngest child to this boy.

Maybe they're separated, they have to find one another (my personal favorite scenario is that Tuk and Spider are together and he has to try and find her/guide Neytiri to him)

Spider taking Neytiri and Tuk's arms so they aren't separated by stray currents and raging waters (a parallel to "Sully's stick together"). Spider talking them through the breath holds he learned as a kid in case his mask malfunctioned before bringing them through the depths of the submerged ship (parallel to Jake and Lo'ak)

anyway. I just can't stop thinking about it. think about it.

Neytiri is faced with the fact that Spider jumped in after her and Tuk. he came for them, he put himself in danger to save them, to save her daughter. even after what she did to him. even after she held a knife to him, after she cut him, after she intended to kill him even after Kiri was released. he still jumped to her aid, even if he could have stayed with Kiri above deck where he was safe, he could have just aided Tuk and left her behind, but he didn't.

and there's so many ways to play with it and the aftermath. like.

Spider dragging both Tuk and Neytiri up the surface, trying his best to keep the trio afloat (namely Neytiri who was much less adjusted to the water and is exhausted by the night they've had) as they hope and pray to be reunited with the rest of their family.

maybe the stress gets to them and Spider just starts apologizing. I should have fought them harder. I shouldn't have let Lo'ak and Neteyam try and leave with me, I would have been fine. I should have seen it coming, should have taken it myself. it should have been me. my baby brother shouldn't be dead.

maybe he becomes partly delirious as he too gives into exhaustion, the big brother in him being the only part of him left coherent, so he takes Tuk close, whispering prrnen tsmuke [baby sister] over and over into her braids, assuring himself that she's safe and unharmed. he keeps praying to the Great Mother for his siblings to return to him unharmed. maybe he keeps asking where they are, if they're safe as his awareness fades and his memory weakens. all of his siblings. asking if Neteyam is ok, only to remember he's gone the second the words leave his tongue.

Jake and Lo'ak finding them when they come up with Payakan, both worse for wear, exhausted, clinging to one another, the only thing keeping their heads above water being spiders life vest, Tuk cradled between them. what a sight.

Neytiri watching as Spider looks over each of his siblings, taking them close, holding onto them as if they will be ripped away from him. the realization that he would die before he let that happen again hitting her like a ton of bricks the second she sees the look in his eyes.

a peace being made between the two in the wake of this event. spider silently claiming the role of big brother (he always was, but he had to pretend he wasn't. with Neteyam gone, he can't pretend he's not anymore), Neytiri silently agreeing.

idk man. it would be interesting.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Hand in Hand (part five)

@whumptober No. 12 "I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?"

cw: sleep deprivation, manhandling, death mention

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It's been a few weeks, and Dan is doing everything he can to convince Swift. He attends meetings, voices hollow support for her conquest, defers any questions to her. Around the base, he's either by her side or confined to a locked room. He's been given a bed, but he hardly sleeps. How can he? He hasn't seen Wes since the card game, and all he has are the comments from Swift that may well be lies.

"Very good, I suppose your friend will eat today."

"I went through all the trouble of unchaining him, but now you've gone and upset me."

"Count yourself lucky I'm not punishing him for this."

She won't let him see him. She's hesitant to even give him an update if he asks after his condition, asks for proof of life.

"You'll just have to take my word for it. Or don't your trust me?"

He's behaving as best as he can, but in his head, the one safe place he has left, he's plotting.

An escape will be difficult, but in the long run, he has no choice. Swift will never fully trust him, and it's only a matter of time before she has no more use for him. He knows when that day comes, she'll have no trouble killing them both.

So he plans. He tries to memorize the halls, the doors. There are three exits he knows of; seven ships he's seen in the yard; two small enough for him to pilot on his own.

He hates the meetings, hates sitting in silence as Swift and her new allies plan bloody attacks against a power that won't go down so easily. He's as much against the Fleet as anyone, but can't they see this won't beat them? Can't they see this will only end in countless deaths?

But he never says that aloud. He can't, not when Wes is what's at stake. Once they get out, once he's safe, Dan can worry about the rest of the world.

He practices picking the lock on his door when he can't sleep, which is fairly often. He knows there must be some kind of surveillance in the room, so he makes sure to only work at it when the lights have gone dark. Getting material to create makeshift lockpicks was easy enough. Pens slipped up his sleeve during a meeting, wire and pins scavenged from the garbage when Swift turned her back on him.

It took several tries for him to get his own lock, and from there he did it again and again and again until he was certain he wouldn't fail. The lock on the cell where Wes was kept was different, made for a larger key, but he knew he wouldn't have much opportunity to practice on that one. He'd just have to hope--pray--he succeeded when he made it to that step.

From there, he had to find an opportune time. The shipyard was probably a minute's walk from his room, double that from the cell. Double again, if he's carrying Wes. Adding a minute for possible obstacles brings him to five.

Dan closes his eyes, walks himself through the route. Ten seconds to pick his own lock. A minute to get to the cell---No, he should prep the ship first. If he can't get a craft working , they're dead anyway.

Okay, a minute to get to the yard. Estimated five minutes to check for keys or hotwire a ship. Two minutes to the cell. One minute to pick the cell lock if he's lucky, closer to five if he isn't. Probably another two if Wes is chained. Five minutes to reach the waiting ship.

Twenty minutes. It's no time at all, but it might as well be an eternity. In the moment, it'll all come down to luck, and he hates that. Even if he picks the best possible day, even if he executes the plan in the dead of the night when only the patrols are awake, there's still the possibility that everything could go wrong.

But it's a risk he needs to take.

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It's a few days later when Dan decides it's time. He's tried to get more sleep in preparation, even though that mostly just results in him lying on his back, staring at the ceiling for hours on end. He's tried to make himself eat more of the rations Swift sends his way, though he hasn't had much of an appetite. He'll need every advantage he can get.

As the hour draws near, Dan lays on the bed and waits. His hands are shaking again. His whole body feels fragile, like a building that's had its foundation destroyed and is on the verge of collapse, compounded by a bone-deep exhaustion that doesn't quite reach his overaware mind.

As soon as they're out, he can sleep. As soon as he knows Wes is okay, he can sleep.

The time comes, and he slips out of bed, moving to the lock. When it gives way with a telltale click, Dan gently pushes the door open, peering out into the dark hallway. He holds his breath, listening for doors, steps, voices. When he hears nothing but silence, he steps out, closing the door behind him. Ten seconds.

He keeps a decent pace on the way to the shipyard, only slowing down at doorways or corners, and makes it inside without any trouble. One minute.

The smallest ship is the furthest from the door. Good and bad; less chance of being seen, but a longer journey to make. Dan sprints to it, does a quick scan for the keys, sprints back when he finds nothing. His head spins from the exertion, but he needs to keep going. If the escape is ruined by the failure of his own body, he'll never forgive himself.

There's a small office attached to the yard; his next best bet before he has to risk hotwiring the ship. If he fails, will he still have time to sneak back to the room? To reassess and try again?

The door to the office is locked, but that's a good sign. Why would they lock up an empty room? When he sees no light on the other side, hears no voices, Dan begins to pick the lock. It's similar enough to the one in his room that he's done in seconds.

Inside are drawers and desks and filing cabinets; some kind of storage area. He tests drawer after drawer, trying to stay quiet but growing more frantic as each pull turns up nothing until--

One doesn't open.

Another lock.

Dan tries to keep his hands steady as he reaches for his picks, letting out shallow, shaky breaths as he kneels to work on it, not daring to hope when he hears a quiet click.

Relief floods through him when he sees the glint of metal inside, the smooth, colored glass that makes each ship's key distinct. He takes them all. He can worry about which one wakes the small ship once he has Wes.

Dan closes the office door, locking it from the inside, if only to buy himself more time. Five minutes.

Now he just needs to get to Wes. Dan has no idea what condition the other man will be in. Will he be able to walk? Will he even be conscious? Dan is willing to carry him, more than willing, but the thought of what he might see when he pushes open the cell door makes his gut twist.

What if he's dead?

It's that thought that does him in; buzzes in his mind, stealing his focus from the path ahead.

What if I'm too late?

With this new, horrible idea ringing in his ears, he doesn't hear the echo of footsteps until they're too close to hide from.

"What the fuck--?"

"Grab him!"

Even as sleep-deprived as he is, Dan's reaction time is quick, but not quick enough. He's slammed against the wall, an arm on his throat, making him choke.

"How did you get out?" the Riot King--Viktor--growls.

"Doesn't matter!" his partner snaps. Warner. Being able to put a name to every face is far worse than being set upon by strangers.

"Get him back to the cell before she finds out---"

"Great plan, until he escapes again," Viktor snaps, increasing the pressure on Dan's throat. "How?"

"Y' left the door unlocked," he manages to choke out. The lockpicks are in his pocket. Fuck, the ships' keys are in his pocket. If they search him, it's over, and how could they be so stupid as to not?

But Viktor looks like he might believe him. "Who did? Was it Erin? That idiot--"

"Shut up," Warner says, and when he reaches out to pat Dan's thigh, his stomach drops. His hands are shaking again. All of him is shaking.

Warner seizes the contents of his pocket and draws them out, holding the ships' keys in his palm for his partner to see.

As soon as Viktor's gaze lands on them, Dan is thrown to the ground, a heel pressed between his shoulder blades to keep him there.

"Trying to rob us, huh? I knew Swift shouldn't have trusted you, you're a fucking---"

Dan doesn't hear the rest of the man's rant, his mind racing, trying to find a way out, and failing that, he tries to find the outcome that hurts the least. Will Swift be angrier if she thinks he was trying to disable the fleet? Or will she be more insulted by the truth? Should he pretend he was trying to escape without Wes, or would that only serve to put his friend's head on the chopping block?

Outcomes and ideas fill his head like a swarm of wasps, but none of them matter, none of them really matter.

He failed. He's failed Wes. Wes is the one who's going to pay for this.

He makes no move to resist as the men take him by the wrists and drag him down the hall, his chest hitching with barely-suppressed sobs.

It's been two minutes. If he'd been more careful, he'd be at the cell, he'd be unlocking it, he'd be able to see Wes. If he hadn't fucked it up, they'd be out of here, they'd be safe.

But they aren't. They won't be.

He failed.

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[serickswrites]

Slept in Days

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, PTSD, nightmares, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker walked into the conference room, cup of coffee in hand for them and one for Whumpee. Whumpee had looked so tired when they walked in this morning. Caretaker knew they hadn't been sleeping well and the only way they could think to help was to make Whumpee some coffee.

Whumpee had their head down on the table and they seemed to be sleeping. Caretaker hesitated in the doorway. They didn't want to wake Whumpee, not if Whumpee was finally getting some much needed sleep.

Whumpee started, their head shooting up, and eyes wide. "I'm up, I'm up."

Caretaker sighed inwardly as they stepped into the conference room, so much for letting Whumpee sleep. "It's ok, I know you're very tired. When was the last time you got some sleep?"

Whumpee looked at their phone. "Today's Thursday? I think I got a couple of hours Tuesday night. I haven't slept in days, so it's hard to tell."

"Whumpee, you can't keep doing this to yourself," Caretaker frowned. They set the mug of coffee in front of Whumpee. "It's not a bad thing to need sleep. It means you're human."

Whumpee pinched the bridge of their nose as they sat up further. The dark circles beneath their eyes looked like bruises. And when they opened their eyes and Caretaker's heart broke a little to see the haunted look in their eyes. "It's a bad thing when every time I close my eyes I see Whumper and what they did to me....what they were still planning on doing to me."

"I'm here if you want to talk, Whumpee." Caretaker hesitated before putting their hand on Whumpee's. Whumpee had never been a big fan of being touched and since their time with Whumper, they were even less inclined.

Whumpee's eyes softened a bit as they smiled. "Thanks, Caretaker. But I don't want you to join the no sleep club because of me."

"You don't have to be alone, Whumpee. I'm here."

Whumpee's eyes were tight as they gave a soft smile. "I do, Caretaker. I do."

[nade2308]

“Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.” 

— Oscar Wilde

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@whumptober

@thethistlegirl

[mrmustachious]

I haven't slept in days but who's counting?

Summary: After several exhausting weeks at work, Carlos is ready to spend a relaxing weekend off with his husband, but the universe has other ideas.

Day(s): 1, 2, 7, 12, 22, 26

Prompt(s): Swooning, “How many fingers am I holding up?”, Delirium, “Can you hear me?”, “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”, Vehicular Accident, “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”, Seeing Double, Working To Exhaustion

Carlos could barely keep his eyes open as he filled in the last of his report. He blinked frantically to stop them from drooping shut, as the words on the screen in front of him started to all blur into one.

He went to take a swig of the coffee on his desk, but it was only when the mug met his lips did he realise it was all gone. He groaned and placed the cup back onto the desk, and rubbed his hands over his eyes to try and wake himself up.

He debated making himself another drink, but he knew he was nearly done and his shift was close to being over. He could power through these last few minutes until he could go home.

He stretched and focused back on the screen, and realised that his last few sentences made absolutely no sense. With a sigh, he deleted the mistakes and rewrote it all again, but he could feel his eyes start to slip shut again only a few moments later.

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[yarn-dragon]

Whumptober Day 12! Annie hadn't slept in 5 days, it's probably fine

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

On Day 4 of my No Napping streak 😊

[kyanako5972]

Whumptober Day 12

"I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?"

Indeed, Harry hasn't slept in days in his search for his son. Elsie: "Please get some sleep. I'll go look for him. You can rest in the mirage camp." Harry: "It won't be the same. I have to be there when we find him."

In this depiction, Harry is 42 and Elsie is 41.

Bonus: Claire Inez gives her priority list to Elsie. 1. Bring my son back in one piece 2. Bring my husband back in one piece 3. Come back in one piece Me? Don't worry about me.

[aroacesofspades]

i say 'gender' and then it's a fork do u get me

[e-kamski-cyberlifeceo]

I have a new project.

[basicallyjaywalker]

Whumptober Day 12!

Bedtime

Character: Jasmine (OC)

Prompts: red, "I'm up, I'm up!," "I haven't slept in days but who's counting?"

Length: 789

Much shorter, much more hurt/comfort one this time around. Chose OC centric bc the song prompt for today reminded me of her + a random wheel spinner of workaholic characters asked for her since I was having trouble deciding

Her and Pixal's work relationship/kinda sisterly relationship is so cute in my mind. Workaholics who refuse to stand by and just let the other not take care of herself.

[cyhyr]

Whumptober No.12 "I haven't slept in days but who's counting?"

I'd like to say I remember the sleep deprivation of having a baby, but the PPD erased that lol I also have an amazing spouse who lets me sleeeeep <3 Tagging for whumptober: @atereal

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It feels like he’d just closed his eyes before a tiny hand is tapping his arm and waking him. Again. “Ai-sensei,” Eri whispers, “I’m hungry.”

When Shouta had agreed to foster Eri, he thought it’d be easier because, hey, at least she’s potty-trained. He hadn’t thought about the night terrors or the hesitance or the PTSD of being Chisaki’s lab rat for most of her life.

He sits back up and rubs at his eyes before walking Eri into the kitchen. He gets her a snack and sits her back at the table, resting his head in his folded arms.