#glad i finished this tonight

[midnight-mourning]

Comfy Cuddles

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 18❄️❄️

one last softy before beddy by, as someone who has felt the pain of busting their ass on ice, I had to do my best for all of us out there who've suffered the same fate 😔 this one's for y'all fr fr

Prompt: YO I GOT A PROMPT :DD So, it's pretty icy where I live right now and I recently slipped and busted my ass :( Could we perhaps get the boys comforting reader after hurting themself with maybe some warming and massaging cuddles (to alleviate the pain)? :3

Word Count: 1610

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It was completely your own fault. You'd been in a rush to get to the store and get back quickly. The last thing you'd wanted was to be out and about today, but you had no choice, having forgotten to grocery shop sooner in the week. Meaning if you desired to have a decent holiday dinner or two, you needed to get supplies for it. 

So, you'd rushed out the door, telling the boys you would be quick so that you could spend the day together as you'd planned. This was their first holiday season outside the Plex and you wanted everything to be perfect for them. 

What you didn't account for, was mother nature herself fighting against you. 

It'd been the moment you locked the front door, starting to hurrying down your porch steps that you thought, you'd cleaned off earlier that morning. 

You were wrong. 

Your foot catches the edge wrong, ice causing you to slip, you fall back, hands going out to catch yourself. They help soften your fall, but now your wrist and your ass hurt as you drive to the store a half-wet mess. You turn the music on the radio up louder, trying to drown out your own stewing. 

You get inside and to your despair, it's even busier than you were expecting. People rush in and out, kids screaming and crying, couples arguing, senior citizens grumbling, it's a mess. Still, you won't be deterred. You adjust your hat, and begin your march inside. 

You have to fight an old woman for a cart—who, mind you, already had one and a basket, she was insisting on a third for some reason—but make your way inside. Shopping is a flurry, but you still are able to grab all your ingredients without much fuss. 

It's after you've checked out, and are walking out into the parking lot that nature targets you again. You're triple checking your list, when your feet come out from under you, and you fall again, this time, landing only on your left wrist, which was already hurting, and now is zinging bad. 

You let out a slew of curses, ignoring the looks you get from passerbys. Thankfully, some kind woman comes to your aid, helping you back up and handing you back your cart. 

On the drive home you turn the music up even louder, carols blasting at full volume. You know it's too loud when the car next to you gives you a weird look while you wait at the stop light. You just slink further down into your seat, white-knuckling the wheel. 

"It's all gonna be worth it. It's all gonna be worth it." You chant to yourself. "They're gonna be so excited, they're gonna have so much fun, you're not going to ruin this for them."

You know how excited both Sun and Moon have been for the holidays. They've had a blast so far helping you decorate, put up the tree, wrap presents, and so on. But you know in particular they've been looking forward to cooking and baking with you, as it's something they could never imagine doing back in the Pizza Plex. 

Furthermore, they see it as something they can do that entirely benefits you and your needs. It's important to them, the holidays and this meal overall are important to them. You'll pop a few pain relievers, and ice your wrist and you'll live. 

Oh, if only that were the case. 

You didn't account for one thing, and one thing alone. 

Mother nature likes to work in threes. 

You're walking up the steps, bundles on groceries in your arms, when she strikes one final time. While you're on the sidewalk before your steps. You slip, bags go flying, along with the last piece of your dignity, you think. 

You just close your eyes and wait to hit the ground. Landing this time fully on your back, the snow only barely cushioning your fall as you let out a pained groan. 

This one knocked the wind out of you, and you have to take a moment to catch your breath as you lay there, ignoring the scattered veggies and other items that surround you like the chalk outline of a crime scene. 

After a few deep breaths, you reach your hand up, ripping off your glove with your teeth and biting down. You let out a muffled scream, kicking your sore feet and ignoring how each hit against the ground sends pain shooting up through you. 

You're too busy having a tantrum to realize the door's opened and shut. Instead, when Sun's face comes into view you're very surprised to see him. 

His voice is soft, full of worry. "Starshine, what are you doing laying out here in the snow? Why are the groceries everywhere?"

You try to speak and remember the glove. You remove it from your mouth, trying to hide your pain as you speak. "Hi, Sunny. I, had a bit of a spill."

"Oh goodness! I thought so. Are you alright?" He starts fretting, hurriedly pulling you to your wobbly feet. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here to help, why did you say anything about there being so many groceries?"

You wave him off, bending to pick things up, even though it hurts like hell. "I thought I could get it all myself. It's fine, you can go back inside, you don't have a coat on and I don't want your internals freezing up."

Sun stares at you, gaze like a hawk as he sees you flinch while picking things up. 

"You're hurt."

You grab another orange, stuffing it into a bag, god your... everything, hurts. "It was just a little slip, really I'm okay—"

His hand envelops yours, gently moving you so you're standing straight, his other hand on your shoulder as he peers down at you. 

"A 'little slip' doesn't have you moving like you're 80, Starshine." His tone is colder than you ever heard. "You fell. Hard, apparently."

"Only for you~" You say, before you're suddenly scooped up. "Ow! Easy on the goods."

"You are hurt!" Sun tsks, marching inside. "We knew it, you're getting treated immediately, and resting the remainder of today. And tomorrow too!"

You try to protest. "It was just a couple minor spills! Come on, I'll take some meds and be okay. I know how important dinner tonight is for you guys, and today overall."

"You're more important to us than any silly tradition, you should know that by now."

Sun sets you down on the couch, snatching up not one, not two, but three blankets. He ushers you out of your outer wear and then takes the blankets, wrapping them around you in one giant, inescapable, cocoon. He pats your head a few times, then bends down to your eye level. 

"Now, what's this about a couple spills, you say?" His rays click to one side, and you gulp. 

You're sentence to couch jail. Length of stay? Indefinite. Conclusion based upon? The glare Sun sends you from the kitchen everytime you even consider getting up for something, including the bathroom. 

He makes dinner early, practically feeding it to you because your arms are trapped under blankets and the one is wrapped in a splint with ice. 

After dinner you're subjected to more torture, in the form of cuddles. An atrocity, that's what this prison is. You now sit in the sunny bot's lap, blankets around you both, as he massages your shoulders and back. You will not admit how good it feels. Both in relieving your pain, and in having such an extraordinary amount of affection hurled your way with such an act. 

A groan slips through your lips when his palm digs into your shoulder blade, and he chuckles. 

"It doesn't even hurt that much." You grumble, only to let out another noise unintentionally. 

His voice is soft and his head lowers to your neck, planting a kiss there. "Oh, I'm sure it doesn't."

Your ears burn, but you say nothing. 

"Why do you think you can't ask us for help?" He asks. "You know we care about you more than anything."

You sigh. "I just, wanted this to go smoothly today. You guys were so excited and I didn't want to let you down. I'm sorry. I'm mad at myself, not you two. Thank you for taking care of me today." You turn and plant a kiss to his cheek. 

Sun's arms wrap around you, snuggling close as he kisses your shoulder. "Of course, Sunbeam. Always."

Sometime later, when the lights have been turned down and you're now watching a movie, Moon takes his turn trying to ease your pain. 

"Silly, Star." He tsks, rubbing his thumb over your wrist gently, other hand kneading the side of your hip. "Next time, we're going with you. We'll even carry you if we have to."

You chuckle, humming as he works. "That sounds fun, but I'll pass. On the carrying that is. Maybe if you come with me one of you will also bust your ass, and I'll have something to laugh about."

Moon snickers, pressing his faceplate to your lifted wrist. "How mean of you. But if it'll make you smile, I suppose we can suffer through."

"Appreciate it." You snuggle closer to him, eyelids starting to feel heavy after being wrapped up and warm for so long.

As sleep starts to take you over you mumble out another thanks to the attendants, hoping they heard you. 

Well, you can always tell them again in the morning. Maybe show them too. A few more kisses should do the job quite nicely.

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Thank you for the cute request @kaprisvn!! Hope you're feeling better now, and at the very least hope this was a fun little read ^-^

captured the feeling properly :)

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Your friendly neighborhood……

@sawthemusical

By far the best thing that I’ve done this winter!! This show was FANTASTIC and all of the cast and crew were amazing!! Got a shirt signed by everyone as well and it’s probably one of the greatest things I own so I had to draw smth in return for them <33

Guys I am normal I am SO normal (making plans to go see it again perhaps)

[crow-talks-hockey]

since i wasn't able to lb a lot and since mcdrai was mcdrai'ing so much tonight... i figured i'd share with y'all my progress on the painting i'm currently working on :)

and here's what it looks like as of right now (apologies for bad lighting lol)

[saberdramon]

i think yakuza 3 is my favorite (so far anyway) i just. im in love with the pacing. i loved living kiryu's mundane little life in okinawa and getting to know his kids before we got to the spice of the story. the order in which things are investigated and how they escalate feels good and natural. we are given reasons to doubt all involved parties in the big scheme. i can forgive the lore dump of chapter 9 when it's bookended with hard shit from mine and peak interactions from kiryu and majima. i am not okay about the amount of trust kiryu places in majima nor about majima's loyalty to kiryu. it is so good and it works on so many levels it could be a beautiful friendship or the most toxic old man yaoi on the market and im sinking my teeth into it all the same

holding yakuza 3 in my arms and sobbing and howling etc i have normal feelings about this game

[xxplastic-cubexx]

s4 xmen evo charles stronger than me cause i could not imagine my evil ex husband who i still have feelings for being sent to the color dimension in the wake of an ancient evil being Awakened one week and then The Entire David Situation Happening the next like truly he gets kudos for Not deliberately confronting apocalypse earlier and getting himself sent to the color dimension

[truethes]

so, um, does this mean that everyone who fancies someone from fontaine is a monster fucker ...

[enderwolf91]

Holy shit playing Mercy tonight is like I'm telling people to fucking shit themselves and eat it wtf is happening?

One game my tank felt it necessary to tell me (Mercy main with 300+ hrs) how to play Mercy (they have >20 hrs on Mercy) and just stopped playing unless I was pocketing them. they spammed 'no' if I healed or dmg boosted anyone else so our other support was forced to heal both dps and me (a literal angel they were so nice and went above and beyond to keep me alive while our tank ran in 1v5 and complained abt me not healing, not both supports just me 😀🔫)

Then another game the enemy Hanzo got mad I shot back at him when he legit chased me down halfway across the map (on colosseo, I went though every hallway and little room I could and he still chased me)

*in text chat:

Me: Hanzo did I do smthn to u

Him: pulled out the glock

Me: ah right I can't shoot in a shooting game gotcha

Him: not when ur mercy no

we won that game cuz he focused me and my tank n other support weren't having it (tank killed him and legit said "don't touch my healers" and I fell in love with them on the spot no joke)

then in a third game I went against the same tank who told me what to do and the entire game he hunted me down and whenever he killed me or saw me die he'd tbag and... "play" with my dead body 😀 even died to do it a few times too...

I know people joke about marvel rivals taking all the good overwatch players but holy shit it's made the creepy and nasty players more common in games. this is the first time I've actually felt negatively about this game (for a legitimate reason, skins and cosmetics don't make or break the game for me)

[headworld]

in the middle of sobbing over dt when the story steps on the gas even harder and i gotta start comprehending

[the--plant]

WERE DONEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[todayisafridaynight]

ichiban kasuga 🤝 shadow the hedgehog orbital laser

[hillbillyoracle]

It's wild that I will just straight up forget I've had POTS since I was a young teenager.

And then it comes back and I'm like "oh my God am I dying?"

And my partner is like "sounds like the condition you've had almost your whole life."

[behaemoth]

omg last night in da i had a conversation w davrin where i chose a joke answer & he was like "come on be serious" & I swapped & was like, ok, here's my serious response. & the scene ended like, I thought cutely lol like it ended nice

& then later while we were out he said something like "about that fight we had earlier" & the convo was such a non fight for a good second I thought he was talking about the combat we'd just left. like that was a fight????????????????????? it was barely a disagreement brother you called your griffon our son

[deathfavor]

someone saying my fic inspired them to write again and i'm out here cryin in the club guys you have no idea-

[sexysilverstrider]

EHEHEHEHEHE

[desceros]

Just realized it’s leap day!! Happy leap day!!

it is indeed!! happy leap day to you as well!! :D :D

[butchstalinist]

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