#he makes sure he's comfy and tucks him in and gets his meds

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

yes i am a little obsessed with bryce being 100% dedicated to taking care of jensen when he's sick

[7ndipity]

Looking After Their Drunk S/o

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would react and look after their drunk/tipsy partner

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @universal-travel-er for this request!

Masterlist

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Jin: He’s surprisingly serious when it comes to looking after you in these moments. He’s making sure you’ve drunk enough water, brushed your teeth/washed up, etc, before tucking you into bed. He’s giggling along with you as he works, but he’s still making sure you’re taken care of. Has breakfast and hangover cures waiting in the morning.

Yoongi: He wouldn’t say anything at the time, but he thinks you’re super cute when you're tipsy, with your flushed cheeks and slightly dazed smile. He’s extra soft with you as he guides you around from the car to the house, and then to bed, speaking to you gently as he makes sure you’re settled and comfy.

Hobi: Honestly, Hobi’s a little bit lightweight, so half the time he’s be right there with you as a rosy, giggly mess. Regardless, he always makes sure you’re taken care of, cooing over you as he coerces you into drinking some water and washing up, bc you’re just too cute to him like this. He’ll cuddle you to sleep and then make you breakfast in the morning.

Namjoon: Joon would mostly be worried about making sure you don't get hurt or smth, keeping a steady hand on you at all times. He’ll do his best to gently coax you into bed, leaving some water and meds for your head on the bedside table, not wanting you to wake with a serious hangover the next day.

Jimin: He’s super soft and giggly with you, he just thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you’re drunk. He can’t help but be extra cuddly and affectionate as he carefully guides you home and into bed, giving you lil kisses as rewards for doing things like finishing a glass of water or brushing your teeth.

Taehyung: Super cuddly and clingy. You’d almost think he’s the one who’s drunk from the way he hangs onto you when you’re tipsy. Not the best at getting you to follow his guidance, but he manages, pouting at you until you do as he asks. Cuddles you till you fall asleep and again in the morning when you’re hungover 

Jungkook: He lowkey loves looking after you when your tipsy and is soo playful with you, dancing around and giving you lil kisses as he helps you wash up, making each activity into a little game. Has breakfast and meds for your head ready and waiting in the morning, with just a small side of teasing.

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Comfort Measures

2.2K words | Lando Norris/Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc/Daniel Ricciardo | Part of the Quartet Verse

Lando wasn’t shocked to find Max waiting for him in his driver’s room when he returned from debrief. He’d long since stopped questioning how he somehow had access to the entire paddock, and in times like these, it served him well. He was really dreading making the walk all the way to Red Bull’s garage. His back hurt and breathing too deeply made his ribs ache. He really just wanted to lay down. 

Jon walked him back to his room, a supportive hand on his waist. His trainer had scarcely left his side since he’d stepped out of the medical car at the track’s medical center. Lando appreciated it, even though who he really wanted was Max or Daniel. Having Jon there was much better than being alone and in pain. He unlocked the door to his room and immediately spotted Max. The older man had changed out of his race suit and was wearing a pair of track pants and his Red Bull jacket, scrolling on his phone. As soon as the door opened and he spotted Lando standing there, he was on his feet. He didn’t say a word, just opened his arms and Lando fell into them, clutching the fabric of his jacket trying to keep him as close as he could get him. 

“It’s alright schatje,” Max soothed. “I've got you.”

Lando just pushed himself closer, burying his face in Max’s neck.

“What did they say at the hospital?” he asked, gently scratching at the messy curls at the back of Lando’s head.

“Bruised ribs and a strain in his shoulder,” Jon answered. “He’s good to drive next weekend but he’ll be sore for a few days. He’s got pain meds in his backpack. They said an epsom salt bath would help the pain and to alternate heat and ice.”

“We’ll take care of him,” Max assured. 

“I know you will. Lando, are you alright to go with Max buddy?”

“Yeah I’m good,” he finally pulled himself away from Max’s embrace and faced his trainer. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course. Check in with me tomorrow, go back and get some sleep.”

“I will.”

When Jon left them, Max pulled Lando for another hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m really sore but nothing hurts too bad. Where’s Charles and Danny?”

“They’re both waiting for us in my driver’s room so we can go back to the hotel together. I wanted to come wait for you here so you didn’t have to walk alone.”

“I don’t want to ruin your celebrations. You and Charles did well, you shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“Lando,” Max grabbed his chin, tilting his head up so that they were making eye contact. “There is nothing we would rather do than care for you schatje. We were all worried when we heard about your crash on the radio. We just want to make sure you’re alright. Will you let us do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Good boy,” Max praised. “Let’s go back to the hotel then. I’ll have someone pick up some epsom salt and we’ll get you in a bath. Do you want a smoothie? We can order one of those too.”

“A smoothie would be nice.”

Max smiled and kissed the top of his head, wrapping a steady arm around his shoulders, “I'll make it happen.”

Max paused for a moment then tugged lightly at the coat Lando was wearing, “This is a bit big for you isn’t it?”

He knew Lando liked his outwear to be slightly oversized, said it was more comfy that way, but that was excessive even for him. 

“Oh,” Lando looked down as if only just remembering what he had on. “Jon lent it to me. I was cold when they got me out of the car.”

“Here.” Max gently unzipped the jacket and helped him shrug it off before replacing it with his own. It was warm from his body heat and Lando snuggled into it, breathing in the scent of sweat and cologne stuck to the collar. “Much better,” Max said, kissing his forehead. 

“Thank you Max.”

“Of course schatje. Are you ready to go?”

Lando nodded and Max wrapped a gentle arm around his shoulders, tucking him into his side and away from the prying eyes of anyone still lurking around the paddock as they started their journey to Red Bull’s hospitality. 

Daniel and Charles fussed over him as soon as they laid their eyes on him.

“You scared us,” Daniel murmured into his head after he’d finished checking every bit of visible skin for bruises and marks.

“I’m sorry. I just lost control, there wasn’t anything I could do.”

“We know, baby. No one is upset, we were just worried.”

“Are you in pain mon amour?” Charles asked when it was his turn to inspect the youngest of them for injuries. 

“A little but not too bad.”

“Jon gave me his pain medication,” Max said, holding up Lando’s backpack that he’d insisted on carrying. “You should be due for another dose then. I also had someone deliver some epsom salts to the room so he can take a bath and relax.”

“Look at you taking care of our boy. You’re so good Max,” Daniel said, rewarding him with a soft kiss.

Lando tucked himself into Charles’s side as they looked on. Sometimes it was easy to forget that this whole thing had started with just Max and Daniel, and that Max had at one time been submissive to Daniel. He still was, but with the way he took such good care of Lando and Charles, it was easy to forget that he hadn’t always been the one in charge. But it was nice to watch Max be soft occasionally, to fall back into the submissive role he loved with Daniel. He reveled in the praise for a minute, letting Daniel love on him as Charles kept Lando safe for a few moments. He left Daniel with another kiss as his phone chimed with a notification and he pulled it from his back pocket to check it. 

“The car is here. Ready to go?”

The other three nodded their agreement and followed Max to where the sleek, black SUV was waiting for them. Daniel and Charles sat in the back with Lando tucked in the middle of them while Max occupied the passenger seat, chatting lightly to the driver as they navigated the busy streets of Las Vegas. 

Lando scrolled on his phone for a bit, checking his instagram notifications and missed Whatsapp messages. The majority of his instagram was overwhelmingly positive, with well wishes and get well soon messages from fans on Mclaren’s accounts. He knew he’d have to send his social media managers a press statement eventually, but he didn’t have the brain power to come up with something heartfelt or clever yet. He navigated back to Whatsapp and scrolled to his chat with Oscar.

OP81: glad to hear you’re okay mate! If you need anything let me know

OP81: also Logan says he’s glad you’re okay too

LN4: thanks Osc. tell Loges i said thanks too

OP81: of course. feeling okay?

LN4: a little sore and shaken up but nothing too serious. i’m okay to race next weekend, i just have to take it easy for a few days

OP81: good to hear. one last chance for our landoscar 1-2

LN4: don’t let your boyfriend hear you using our ship name. he might get jealous

OP81: considering he’s asleep and drooling on my leg right now, i’m not sure i should be worried

LN4: poor logie is sleepy

OP81: so am i. i’m gonna crash now but seriously, if you need anything let us know. see you in abu dhabi

LN4: i think max, charles, and danny have it covered but thanks mate. see you soon

Lando locked his phone and put it down in his lap, opting to rest his head on Charles’s shoulder.

“Everything alright baby?” he asked, bringing his hand up to stroke Lando’s cheek. Lando leaned into the touch, enjoying the contrast of the warmth of his palm and the cool metal of his rings.

“Yeah. Just Oscar and Logan checking up on me.”

“That’s nice of them. They’re good friends.”

“Yeah they are.” Lando turned his head, stifling a yawn into the fabric of the Ferrari hoodie Charles was wearing.

“Close your eyes for a bit mon amour. I’ll wake you when we make it to the hotel.”

Lando ended up getting in a twenty minute power-nap before Charles's gentle hands were shaking his shoulders and Daniel was leading him out of the car and into the elevator. The two kept him propped between them as Max unlocked the door to the hotel room and led him in, depositing his half-asleep frame on the bed.

Max sat next to him and ran gentle hands through his hair, “Do you feel up for a bath still? Or do you just want to sleep?”

“Will you stay with me so I don’t drown?”

Max chuckled, “Of course darling.”

Charles got the bath ready for them while Max got Lando undressed, checking him over for injuries. His collarbones were bruised from his seatbelt and he could see a particularly nasty one forming on his hip but he was otherwise mostly unscathed, a surprising feat considering the force of the crash. 

Lando sighed as he sunk into the steaming water, the tension releasing from his muscles.

“Does it feel good?”

“So good. Thank you Maxy.”

“Of course darling.”

Lando reached out and grabbed Max’s hand, pulling it to his chest.

“I mean it. Thank you for always taking such good care of me. I really appreciate it and I don’t know if I say it enough. I love you Max.”

Max gave him a soft smile, the one he reserved just for his boyfriends and tugged Lando’s hand back to kiss each one of his knuckles. 

“I love you too Lando. And you don’t have to say it darling, I know. And so does Daniel. We love caring for you and Charles. Forget the race wins and the records, the three of you are the best thing in my life.”

Lando didn’t even notice the tears slipping down his cheeks until Max gently wiped one away, “Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”

“No,” Lando whimpered, trying to wipe the tears away with wet hands and only succeeding to make more of a mess of his face. “I think the medicine is making me a bit emotional.”

“It’s alright darling. You can cry if you need to.”

Max let him cry it out in the bathtub, releasing the stress and tension of the day, just rubbing his back and talking quietly to him as he sobbed into his knees. When his cries slowed into soft whines and whimpers, Max helped him from the tub, wrapping him in a soft towel and sending him into the bedroom with Charles and Daniel while he cleaned up.

The other two spoke softly to him as they dressed him in his softest sweats and one of Daniel’s oversized hoodies. They tucked him into the bed, propping him up on the multitude of plush pillows and Daniel pushed a smoothie into his hands. 

“Strawberry, mango, and pineapple. Jon said it’s your favorite.”

“Thank you Danny.”

“Anything for you sweet boy.”

Daniel and Charles settled on either side of him as he sipped on his drink and Daniel propped his laptop on his knees so Lando could watch YouTube. Normally, they complained about Lando’s taste in random entertainment, but tonight they kept their comments to themselves as Lando watched his videos. 

Eventually, Max came out of the bathroom and joined them in the bed, curling around Charles and hooking his chin over his shoulder to get a view of the screen. He passed Daniel a comb and Lando’s curl cream and the older man gently brushed out his hair and worked in the product, taking care of his hair so he wouldn’t wake up with it in a state the next morning. 

Lando felt his heart swell with love and he pressed his cheek into Daniel’s chest, probably undoing all of the hard work he’d just done on his hair. 

“Thank you for taking care of me tonight.”

“Of course baby,” Daniel pressed a kiss to his hair. “That’s what we do, take care of each other.”

Lando nodded, but didn’t respond, feeling his eyelids grow heavy as he settled into Daniel’s warmth. Daniel gently removed the cup from his hands and placed the laptop on the bedside table. He carefully slid them down in the bed until his head was resting on the pillows and Lando’s head was settled onto his chest. 

Lando felt a solid warmth behind him, and Charles’s delicate hand slid under his hoodie to rub gentle, comforting circles on his belly. Max’s arm reached around them both to settle on Lando’s hip. 

“We’re all here schatje. Get some sleep.”

“I love you. All three of you,” he whispered.

“We love you more notre bebe.”

“So much,” Daniel agreed, pressing gentle kisses on his forehead. 

Lando settled into the warmth around him, thankful for the three men sharing his bed. He’d never felt more loved and cared for in his life, and he never wanted anything else.

[lateforthisappgirl]

Sexy nurse outfit part II | Choi Seungcheol

Part I is on my profile♥️

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The realisation that you are indeed sick hit you in the middle of the night. You couldn’t sleep for hours because of the awful headache and runny nose. Your throat felt like it was burning.

“I hate you Seungcheol” you said even tho he wasn’t even in your bed. Not even in your flat. He was probably asleep as a baby at his place so exhausted because of many promotions for the new album.

That’s why you still haven’t called him to complain. You knew that theoretically you consented to your make out session last week so it was as much your fault as his.

Still, right now you hated your boyfriend.

Another wave of pain went through your head. You moaned quietly and tried to get up to get some more meds from kitchen cupboard but quickly sat back. Everything was spinning around you.

“Great, thanks to his libido now both of us won’t get any sleep”

You had to call him. No family lived in Soul and your friends had work the next day or were on the night shifts.

“Yes?” his low voice in your ear made you angry and melted at the same time.

“I need you”you managed to say before plopping onto your cushions.

“Babe, you know I’m always ready and all of that but it’s” he must’ve looked at the clock because he stopped for a moment” middle of the night and tomorrow you have work.”

“Now you worry about my employment?”

“Huh?” he was so surprised by your sarcastic comment that it was the only answer he came up with. Also he was half-asleep.

“I DON’T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU RIGHT NOW. YOU JUST GAVE ME YOUR AWFUL ILLNESS AND NOW I CAN NOT STAND FROM MY BED!”

He had to move phone away from his ear to not go deaf.

„You sure it’s my virus? Your throat seems just fine” he joked

„Choi Seuncheol i swear to god…”

„See you in ten”

He hung up too quickly to hear a couple of not very nice words said towards him and the size of his friend.

You had to give your boyfriend that he always kept his promises. After ten minutes you heard door unlocking and after some shuffling in the kitchen he opened door to your bedroom.

Usually you would note to yourself how pretty he looked, hair put back in a small bun(his company made him grow them out and you loved it) dressed in comfy set of black pyjamas. So ready for the night filled with hugs and sweet words whispered to your ear.

But at the moment you only wanted to kill him.

“Look what you did” you whined and covered your face with blanket.

“Damn I have a really special influence on girls then” he joked again trying to cheer you up.

You smirked under your cover but quickly stopped to pout when he uncovered you to give you hot chocolate and meds.

“All of them” he said like it wasn’t pretty obvious

For a moment you wondered if pouting a little bit would be a good revenge for the last week but your head felt like it was gonna blow out so you took them without saying a word. He also made very good hot chocolate.

“Good girl” he commented and gave you a quick kiss smearing the leftover of your beverage on his lips. You smiled at him and gently removed it with your thumb.

“Cheol you forgot something”

He quickly stopped undressing himself to plop yourself next to you and looked at you scared.

“What? You need another blanket or this cough syrup that went bad the previous year but you still keep it in your cupboard?”

“No, I was promised a sexy nurse outfit” you giggled and he sighed sitting next to you and tucking you in.

“Tomorrow I will be whatever you want but right now I really need my beauty sleep”

“Any more beauty should be illegal” you commented and he smirked at you.

Being sick wasn’t so bad when he was next to you, in nurse costume or not.

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Hi my loveliest readers♥️ I hope you enjoyed this little slice of life fic. I hope you like it the same as the part I or more. Have the best day possible👌 also I love the thought of sarcastic Scoups

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Centauri Flu

A Lost In Space fic that never got posted, published one year ago today! 😄

Lost in Space Judy is sick, Don takes care of her. (pining, angst, hurt/comfort) WC: 3,205 ao3

"I’m fine, leave me alone. I have a practical in two hours….I’ve been studying all week." The room swooped around Judy, Judy swooping in return, Don lunged catching her. “Uhh-huh. And that there was just you dancing, right?” She glared, snapping out, “Don’t be stupid, I don’t dance, I didn’t even go to Prom.” Don kept his steadying hold firm, laughing, “Trust me, I know, you told me. That’s still something we need to correct by the way,” and then slightly more serious, "but right now, you need a bed, or a couch, or a comfy chair and maybe some tea. Definitely soup and rest.” His hand was tucked snugly into her waist, arm wrapping around her back as he guided her shuffling feet through the kitchen. She pushed at him weakly, twisting and turning as much as she could without making the room spin, when a coughing fit attacked, her lungs unable to inhale fully and choking on the exhale, forcing Judy to double over, briefly glad of his support. “I’m fine” she groaned more to convince herself than anything once she caught her breath. “Jude, you’re clearly sick. Or unwell. I don’t know, I’m not the doctor here. But I do know you, and this ain’t you, Sweetheart.”

She gritted her teeth at the term of endearment. All of his nicknames irritated her, his overbearing nature bothered her. They weren’t dating and they weren’t together. They weren’t with anyone else either though. He was waiting. Waiting for her to finish med school. Didn’t want to "be a distraction” he’d said. Sometimes she got the feeling he was just scared. She tried to explain that med school could take years…that it was offensive to suggest she’d let feelings interfere with her career. That they should try it out, see how things went now. He wouldn’t give in though, so they weren’t together, but their relationship felt an awful lot like a Relationship.

“Don’t you have work? Shouldn’t you be somewhere?” she swatted at his hands trying again to pull out of his grasp as she righted herself. Her head throbbed and every joint felt like it’d been hit with a brick. She pushed through the pain, tears pushing through her eyes, trying to get him to comply, to leave her alone. “And anyway, if I were sick, the hospital would be the perfect place for me.”

Don wasn’t going for it. He couldn’t leave her like this, wouldn’t leave her. “Day off." he beamed, "You’re right, the hospital is the perfect place for you, sick or otherwise. And if I thought you could be trusted to actually seek help for whatever is currently afflicting you, you would have my full support in going there. But as you made very clear just a few minutes ago, you’d only be going for school, and we both know you’d be disappointed with your performance in this state.” He was sitting her down on the couch, hand moving to her forehead. She was burning up. Heat radiated from all around her.

He was right, she knew, and it made her mad that he was right. She tilted her head away, she didn’t need him caring for her. She was the doting one, she was the older sibling, the one that took care of people, she didn’t need him doing that. “Stop. If I don’t go, they’ll fail me. I need valid paperwork.” She felt like a furnace had been lit inside her, the room sweltering. "It’s so hot. Don. Is the ambient temperature monitor not working?” She fanned at her face and peeled off her top collapsing against the back of the cool chair.

Under normal circumstances he’d probably take a second to appreciate the view that was Judy’s firm body in nothing but a bralette and scrubs, but as it was all he could do was become increasingly more concerned for her. "Doc, it’s working just fine, that’s your fever.” His mouth was a hard line of determined worry. “You need a sweater, I’m taking you to the hospital. And I’m staying. And then I’m making sure that paperwork gets forwarded to your professor or whatever you call them and I’m bringing you right back here as soon as they clear you to come home. I’m making you soup and I’m tucking you in and Jesus Christ if you ever tell anyone about this I swear to God Judy-”

Judy’s lips curled despite her frustration and whatever pathogenic warfare was taking place inside her, “I wouldn't think of telling Ava... or Cassidy...or Tony about my nurse, Don West."

He wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully, “ 'Think I’d look sexy in the uniform though.” finishing with a flourishing wink before extending both hands out “Alright, to the hospital it is then.” and snatched her hoodie from the door on their way.

At the hospital a handful of people inevitably recognized her, it was still a small place after all and she was there most days learning, shadowing, practicing, testing…but everyone steered clear once they got within steps of her, not wanting to catch whatever it was Judy had. They’d been camped out in the waiting room for some time before being seen. The fluorescent lights above, and constant beep and swoosh of the doors did little to alleviate her pain and dizziness. Don had taken up residence in the chair next to her. He was wrapped around her protectively, hands never straying too far from some part of Judy, face creased in worry and agitation. She wondered if this is what he looked like when he’d rescued Penny, wrapping her in that blanket, holding her close, comforting her, warming her. Probably not.

“Judy Robinson?!” They were taken in to a small room off the main hall, A doctor she was familiar with did the examination. Don had been permitted in the room only because Judy had ok’d it, but she was starting to regret that decision, becoming deeply embarrassed at his ridiculous involvement. He was answering and asking questions and describing and reminding her of actions and symptoms from earlier, being too forward and familiar for her liking in this setting where nearly everyone knew her.

The doctor, not having a definitive answer for her illness, but having seen the same symptoms making their rounds and knowing what meds were working to help mitigate symptoms, gave her a shot of steroids and a round of pain killers, along with strict orders to “take it easy” and “ingest lots of fluids” finishing with “it should be over in 24-48 hours.” Don prompted the doctor to fill out paperwork excusing Judy from the day’s practical and made sure it got where it was supposed to go. Judy’s frustration grew at what she took as being infantilized, what the fuck was his problem? She wasn’t a helpless child. Is that how he saw her? Is that why he wouldn’t... The doctor though, amused at his attentiveness, asked the obvious question, “This your boyfriend, Robinson?” Judy rolled her eyes with an accompanying huff of “Hardly”. It stung. He knew he had no right for it to, but it did. The question stung her, he had no right to act this way when he wouldn’t act on it. “Well, hardly boyfriend, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but make sure she gets home ok and follows orders, we’ll send over a round of antibiotics in about an hour.” Don elbow bumped the woman in leu of a handshake and said he would before walking out just behind Judy, spotting her.

The day so far had taken a lot out of her, physically, emotionally, she was drained. By the time they got back to the house, wether due to pain meds, exhaustion, illness, or some combination of all three, she could barely muster the strength to unbuckle her seatbelt let alone walk the 40 or so feet to the door. Angry and unwilling to admit needing help though, she pushed on trying anyway, scoffing at his “Wait I’ll help." Don had just enough time to run to the opposite side of the chariot before she face planted yelling “Damn it, Judy, wait!” catching her mid-descent. He grunted against the awkward position of her full weight before scooping her up. "You’re a terrible listener. You’re a student?” He teased carrying her to the house. Her eyes were closed to stop the spinning but she could feel his breath on her neck and his heart beat against her shoulder. "You’re not my teacher.” she responded in slow shallow breaths. Being so close, taking in the smell of him, the feel of him, she wasn’t so mad anymore. “Doesn’t mean I won’t teach you a thing or two...” Her mouth quirked, voice at the edge of sleep as he shifted her in his arms unlocking and opening the front door, "Don’t threaten me with a good time, West.” She let her head fall, nuzzling into his collar slipping into slumber for the next few steps waking only at the light shake he gave and “Jude, bed or couch?” His voice was low and soft, it lulled her despite pulling her out of the vortex sucking her in. “Take me to bed…” and though she’d meant it in the most base way, a simple answer to his question, she enjoyed the feeling of his heart speeding up it’s thub-dub against her shoulder.

He carried her through the house, easing her down as gently as he could onto the covers of her bed. Don stood watching her, taking in every detail. Her skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, lips slightly trembling, and color too pale. She was still feverish, but at least she had been seen by medical professionals and they seemed to think people were living through this just fine. He sucked his top lip in, chewing it, thinking through what he should do next; let her rest? Make food? Try to move her again to cover her with a blanket? She let out a small groan as her eyes fluttered open a crack to find him. “Take a picture, it'll….” she drifted off just as quickly, remark left unfinished. It drove him crazy seeing her like this, not knowing how to help, knowing there wasn’t much that could be helped. He felt anxious and fidgety and like he wasn't doing enough but knowing there was nothing to be done.

Get it together, West, it’s just a space flu, it’s not like she’s being torn apart by alien robots.

She shivered again and he moved to sit on the edge of her bed, mattress dipping and legs rolling against him as he leaned over to bring the free edge of her blanket from the other side across her. He pushed a stray lock of coils off her forehead before making to get up.

He shouldn’t be here, watching her, so close. He was letting things get mixed up. He didn’t mean to do it, it’s just he cared for her... She worked hard, and he didn’t want to fuck it all up for her. He’d never been a fuck up before, he wasn’t going to be one now. No. He needed to leave before he did something stupid.

She could feel the heat seeping out of her every pore, but inside she was sub-zero, so cold, so different from earlier. She felt him next to her, her thighs against his back, and she wished he’d lay down with her, give her the full length of him to roll into, to sponge delicious heat from. She felt him lean over her and she could feel him tuck her in, just like he’d said he would. In her mind she smiled, but she knew her face hadn’t moved a muscle.

Easing up off the bed, she could feel the mattress gently lift under her, legs raising and lids following suit once more. “Abandoning me, West?” A rueful smile cracked his lips at being caught “I was going to heat up some soup, Princess. But thanks for calling my character into question.” The puff of air from her nose was meant to be a laugh, and her brow furrowed, “Stay.” Judy slid her hand out patting the bed. He dropped his head to the side, resigned and slipped off his boots walking to the other side of her bed, propping himself up against the headboard leaving space between him, the blanket, and her. With effort she turned, crying out a painful moan and erasing the space he’d carefully crafted. She curled against him, head nestling into warm lap, inhaling him. The unique blend of eucalyptus and dirt and oil and spice soothing her into quiet darkness.It wasn’t what she wanted, but it would do for now.

For a while he fought the urge, simply studying her sleeping figure, the soft flair of her nose, the twitch of her brow, the gentle murmur of lips. She wasn’t resting peacefully, that much he could tell, and so eventually his hand drifted from it’s place on the pillow next to her, brushing across her forehead, thumb swiping over soft damp skin in slow even arches. He could feel the difference from earlier, her fever was breaking, not as hot to the touch. Her face calmed and her breathing evened under the caress, molding her face further into the heat of him, lips washing breath down his leg.

For a long while he continued, movement trance-like combined with the steady rise and fall of her blanket, rise: left, right, fall: up, off, rise: left, right, fall: up, off, until he was sure she was out. Further medication was dropped off by delivery, but he hadn’t felt like he could leave her until now. Gradually he stopped, and gently he scooted out from under her and off the bed careful not to disturb sleeping Judy. He took pains to step as quietly as he could exiting to get water and retrieve the antibiotics from the porch.

While up, Don shuffled through the Robinson pantry looking for soup. He moved pre-made chili, and peaches John had canned the summer before, freeze-dried ramen packets, and mac and cheese cups, identifying one lone can of chicken soup way in the back.

Sorry, Deb, but Sister Agnes always said, nothing heals faster than the magical broth of chicken bones.

Don had given up chicken early on after a few awkwardly attempted meals, and as he spent a lot of time with the Robinsons they’d also all but given up the tasty poultry, he took it as a sign that this one was still here.

Finding a tray, he arranged the bowl of steaming golden soup, some crackers, a glass of water, and a cup of tea on it along with a round of medication and walked back to Judy’s room.

“Thought you’d left.” she looked up at him coming in. “You did not.” he argued back, nudging her over and sitting with the tray. The ghost of a smile crossed her face and she leaned up against her pillow, “Yeah, I heard the tea kettle whistling, that or your singing.” “Nice. Nice to see you’re feeling better. I do not sound like that, by the way. Here take these, they dropped um off while you were out.” He picked up the pills and placed them in her upturned palm, fingertips tickling skin as he released them, thumb brushing a trail on her wrist, eyes meeting. The touch, electric.

Don looked away back to the food, something not so soft and dangerous, clearing his throat. "Anyway. We have soup, crackers, tea, and water, what do you want first, Doctor Robinson?" “I want you to kiss me.” It was light, but she was firm, gaze never straying from his face, ready for when it returned, heated and heavy, prepped for assault. He laughed quiet and warm, glancing back up “That’s the meds talking, Doc.” She chewed her lip, considering how to convince him. “But it’s not, and you know it." Don sighed softly, sad at the truth of her statement and the choice he’d made, he drug his gaze away. “Yeah…maybe.” He was the one keeping them apart. This wasn’t a new conversation, they’d talked about it months ago. He wasn’t even sure why he was doing it anymore, if he was being honest. Fear? Some moral obligation? It wasn’t feeling very moral at this point.

Don looked back and her hand was still extended, perfectly frozen in time. “Princess, you need to take those.” His voice was velvet and deep, the way he made it just for her, when it was only them. A sly smile crept across her face, "I forgot how…” “Judy-“ It was a warning, he knew where she was going, he couldn’t meet her there... “Help me?” And he had to laugh at the predictability of it, because it was predicable wasn’t it? She frowned at his laughter, position unchanged.

He moved the tray off his lap and on to the floor, feeling there was only one way the DOCTOR was going to take her medicine. Once again he took the pills in his fingers, “These,” he said low, raising an eyebrow, “go here.” He slipped them into her open mouth, his breath catching at her lips dragging down his thumb, kicking himself for not seeing that coming.

He felt like giving up, not seeing a reason not to any more. Is this what it took? Not the eminent danger of a persistent fleet of singleminded murderous aliens, but microscopic invaders, easily overcome, to force his hand, break him, and shelf the idea that they shouldn’t be together? Her tenderly wanting him; not to save lives, not to be a hero, but to just be? People had always wanted him, needed him, but for what he could do for them, what he could get them, what he could fix. No one ever wanted him, just him. The thought that Judy would...

Staring at him with deep intensity she made no move to swallow, holding the medication on her tongue. “Jude, you need to swallow, they aren’t the dissolvable kind... -Jude” he urged, smiling nervously, unsure of his next move. She continued to stair him down, ear falling to her shoulder in question. The corners of his eyes tightened fractionally, a wordless argument between the two. Eventually, he relented, giving in to more than just the game. Don leaned forward, fingers resting lightly on the column of her throat, lips hovering millimeters from hers. His thumb gently stroked down the side, massaging the muscles, he murmured “Relax and��swallow, Princess.” Suddenly that name wasn't bothering her anymore, she swallowed hard at the command, and instantly his lips pressed into hers, hand still stroking against pulse, mouth drawing her in. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down, finally having won. Lip against lip, gentle and slow, undulating, glide, press. Slide, press. she could taste him all around her and he could feel her smile against him. “What?” he whispered between kisses. Judy let her head fall back releasing her grip “Just glad that’s finally settled.”

[nyaselfshipcorner]

Extremely self indulgent movie "not-a-date" scenario [SFW]

"Suko, do you want to go see that movie with me Friday night?"

Nagato's voice repeated in the med-nin's head all day long. This is all he could think about ever since Nagato asked him that a few days prior. Of course he said yes. Spending time with Nagato was one of the highest joy he experienced. Nagato told him Konan and Yahiko were leaving for a mission so they wouldn't be there with them. And no one else was available to come, not even Daina, the akatsuki's film nerd. They would be just the two of them.

Suko finished tidying up the infirmary before excitedly leaving to get ready.

They never really got out much, so they struggled putting together a nice outfit for the date. Suko surprised themself with that thought and had to shake some sense into their brain.

"Nonononono, don't think of it as a date, it's not a date, just a friendly outing."

And yet, Suko wanted to look as nice as possible for Nagato.

At 6pm, Suko arrived at the rendezvous place, in front of the cinema, nervously playing with their hair. They had decided to tie it into a messy bun, their front bangs still free. They had thought since Nagato liked Konan a whole lot, imitating her hairstyle could be a good idea.

Nagato arrived soon after looking around for Suko. When their eyes met, Suko saw him freeze with wide eyes before coming closer.

"Suko, you look... Very nice. This is so different from what you usually wear I almost wasn't sure that was you at first."

Suko giggled, happy to have provoked that reaction. He was wearing a light yellow raincoat over a grey blouse tucked into a dark blue skirt. He didn't wear skirts often, but he thought he would be appropriate for a date.

"This is the first time I see you wearing a skirt I think. You look good in it."

Suko was so happy to receive these compliments from him. They were also overjoyed to notice Nagato had dressed up too. He was wearing a dark brown haori over a teal shirt and black pants. These colors looked so nice with his vibrant red hair.

"Nagato you look so nice too."

Just as he hoped, Nagato blushed a little and smiled from being complimented.

The two of them bought their tickets and bought a bucket of popcorn before sitting in the dark theater in one of the middle row. The room was almost empty.

The movie started, Suko had already ate almost half of the popcorn.

"Nagato don't hesitate to take some... Sorry I'm terrible I just keep eating them."

"That's okay, I'm glad that you're enjoying it."

"Still, dont feel like you have to leave it all to me, take some too."

Nagato chuckled and took a handful to reassure them.

And so Suko put the bowl in between them to encourage him to take more.

What Suko dreamed of happening eventually happened, they both reached for it at the same time. Both distracted by the movie playing, they didn't notice it about to happen and their hand met in the sugary bucket, making them both shiver and looked at each other. They both retracted their hand, their fingers gently brushing against each other as they did, then stared at each other, flustered.

"I'm sorry i-"

"No, no, it's me. Go ahead."

Suko had felt his heart take off when their hands met. It would be very hard to forget the sensation and focus back on the movie.

The bucket was eventually emptied with their common effort, and Suko now felt sleepy. They probably didn't get enough sleep last night... And the food and dark room made it hard to stay awake. The cinema seat didn't feel comfy enough suddenly, they felt their head naturally wanting to rest against Nagato.

Suko violently pushed away that idea, why would he do that. They were just friends. Nagato wouldn't let him.

Or would he?... After all friends can rest on each other it's not that weird.

Nagato noticed him being sleepy, and gently he passed his arm around Suko, holding his head and gently nudging him to lean against him.

"You can put your head against me if you want. You'd be comfier that way."

Suko couldn't believe that just happened. He rested his head against Nagato as he still had his arm around him. Their heart was being loud, it definitely wasn't a dream.

Nagato felt glad he managed to make this move, but that's as far as he dared to take things tonight. Both of them managed to focus on the movie somehow, despite their fluttering heart and the overwhelming happiness they were feeling.

After the movie ended, they had to go out in the cold night. The sun had set and the rain was pouring lightly. Nagato opened his umbrella and covered both of them with it.

"Can I walk you home, Suko?"

"I'd love to yeah."

Suko was so happy he asked. Not only did he felt nervous walking back home alone in that outfit, he also really wanted to spend more time with him. They discussed the movie as they walked, their pace as slow as possible.

But eventually they reached Suko's flat door.

"This was really nice. I like hanging out with you Nagato. Love to do it with the others but... It's also nice just the two of us."

The redhead was grinning, blushing a little.

"It was so nice to be just with you, yeah."

A silence then followed, as they both awkwardly looked at each other. Suko would have loved to invite him in. To keep talking with him all night long, even invite him to stay for the night. But it was too early. And Suko was too shy to even dare ask anything. Nagato was dying to be asked to stay too, but he wasn't that much brave in relationships. He timidly smiled once more.

"Well then... Goodnight Suko. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, see you tomorrow, Nagato."

Suko put the key in the door as Nagato started to walk away. Then he stopped, his heart craving one last exchange with Nagato before he left.

"N-Nagato, wait !"

The redhead turned around, intrigued and hopeful. Suko ran to him and hugged him which made him blush. Holding tightly for a few minutes, Suko pushed his last efforts for one more thing.

Pulling on his haori to make him lean down a little, Suko pressed a kiss on his left cheek. Nagato froze down for a lil while, cheeks burning and mouth agape, processing what just happened. He then pulled Suko back into a hug, and both of them stayed like this under the rain for a little while, not wanting to let go of each others.

Suko eventually let go, looking at him one last time before getting back home.

"See you tomorrow Nagato, get back home safe!"

He smiled, one of his terribly cute warm smile and waved back at Suko walking to his flat.

"Sleep well Suko, see you tomorrow."

[veenxys]

「Todoroki soft headcanons」

he has such a unique and special way of taking care of you; he usually wakes up first and he always kisses your forehead and tucks the blankets around you before getting up and making breakfast for the two of you. he also wakes you up with a soft kiss on the forehead and light caresses in your hair as his soft voice calls out to you. he also makes sure you take your vitamins/meds and pack an extra coat before you leave the house.

he knows your body language very well, sometimes you come home sad or unwilling to do anything and he quickly understands what is happening to you; he won't ask you at first what happened because he knows that when you're ready to talk, you will. so he just demonstrates that he's on your side in every possible way.

he helps you readjust your clothes; he holds the coat for you as you put your arms in, and he also adjusts the collar and helps you get your hair out of the hood. he buttons and zips your coats for you, wraps the scarf around your neck so that it covers your nose and makes you feel comfy and warm; he just smiles and kiss your forehead or temple.

he brushes your hair out of your face when you talk so he can see you better. most of the time it is a casual and subconscious gesture; he’s listening to you intently and when his eyes remain fixed on the strands of hair that fall over your face, he tucks them behind your ear or pushes them away from your face, gently running his fingers down your cheek in the process.

he remembers everything about you, and every little thing you told him, even though you think he didn’t pay attention. he knows every little detail of your face, your hands, your arms, your body. everything about you is memorized in his memory. he also makes a mental note of everything you like, sometimes to surprise you or just to keep that information with him, because everything that comes from you is precious to him.

that said, he memorizes all your favorite things; how do you like your tea/coffee. what’s your favorite food;dessert. and he always says something like ‘no, they don’t like this’ when someone mentions giving you some present he knows you won’t like.

many small gentlemanly gestures; like opening doors for you, giving you his jacket to put on your lap so you’re more comfortable sitting while wearing a skirt or dress. cleaning your mouth when you eat something. letting you shower first to get the hot water.

he always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk when the two of you are walking side by side to keep you safe from the road, he holds your hand tightly and all it takes is just a light squeeze that all his attention from him goes to you .

so many small gestures; fingers brushing lightly when you walk side by side. knees touching under the table. he pulling you closer when he's asleep. he tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear so he can see you better. him pulling a little hair out of your sweater for you. reminding you to eat and drink water regularly.

he puts his hand over your face to protect your eyes from the sun on a very sunny day.

he protects you with his body in crowded spaces. he also guides you with his hand on your back and always asks 'are you ok?' when you guys leave the crowd, he just wants to make sure you're ok and feeling comfortable.

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[frenchfrywrites]

SLAY! Vil is sickening!

MINORS DNI

warnings: top softish dom amab gn reader, sub bottom sick! Vil Schoenheit, snz, emeto, piss, little degradation, shower sex

Vil has been sniffling all week. Rook noticed it first (of course he did), and brought it to your attention. Neither of you have actually broached the topic with the man himself yet, for you're sure he's already very aware. 

By the end of today his nose is a rosy red and his cheeks look flushed- more so than his blush would account for. You follow Vil back to Pomefiore and into his room, your brow furrowing when the Housewarden drops his bag abruptly and flops onto the bed.

"I think you're getting sick" "I think I'm getting sick," you both say at the same time. Vil lets out an exhausted laugh as you meet him at his bed. 

"Let me feel your forehead," you bring the back of your hand to his forehead and he's definitely warm. You relay this information to Vil and he sighs, sniffles, then groans. 

"Ugh," he huffs under his breath, “I guess I’m lucky it’s Friday.” You give him a pitied look 

"How about you switch into some comfy clothes and I'll take care of you," you suggest. Vil must be too tired to argue because he does just that. He's still trying to be as poised as usual but you can see his exhaustion show through by how he clumsily dresses. 

After he carefully sets his uniform in his laundry basket you help Vil get tucked into bed, under a mass of blankets. 

"Have you removed your makeup?" You ask, reaching for some makeup wipes on his vanity.

Vil sits up suddenly,

"Oh God my routine," he sounds nearly panicked. You gently push him back down, shushing him,

"It's okay Vil, let's just get this makeup off for now and we can do your routine later, okay?" There's no way he's going to be well enough to get up and do his evening facial routine, but you give him hope so he stays in bed. 

Ever so gently you wipe down his sweaty face, removing his makeup carefully. Vil lets out appreciative noises at the feeling of the cool wipes on his quickly heating face. You watch as he sinks into the bed beneath him, and as you kiss his now clean forehead his eyes flutter shut. 

"Take a nap baby, I'm going to get you some meds. Do you want anything? Are you hungry?" He grimaces,

"No, not hungry. Maybe something to drink, please?" You brush stray hairs away from his beautiful face. 

"Of course lovely," you promise, getting up to shut off the lights as you leave.

From there you rush around campus: informing Rook that Vil is definitely very sick- you reassure that you'll be attentive and thorough with your care, narrowly avoiding a melodramatic rant about Vil's health- retrieving meds from the school store, running to your dorm room to grab a night bag for yourself (there's no way in hell that you're leaving your sick boyfriend alone for the night), then to the Pomefiore kitchen to get something for him to drink, you quickly grab some crackers in case he's hungry when you get back.

Vil is deep asleep when you return. You set some things down, rummage around for a bit, then make yourself comfortable on the loveseat at the end of his bed. 

He wakes up an hour or so later, disoriented and confused. 

"Hey,” you call quietly, making your presence known, “feel any better?" you ask, coming to his side. Vil squints at you, looks around the room, then looks back to you,

"What?" He sounds utterly perplexed.

"I asked if you felt any better," you repeat. Vil shakes his head, sniffles, then sneezes. It's loud, takes you by surprise, as you'd thought maybe he'd be one to let out quiet, squeaky, small sneezes. 

You hand him some tissues. 

"Thank you," he whimpers, blowing daintily (or as best as one can) into the tissue. 

“Are you hungry?” you check, running a hand through his sweat dampened hair. Vil shakes his head then leans into your touch. He sneezes again, then wipes his nose.

"I am really thirsty," he informs you, sounding nasally. You get him the juice and medicine, presenting them to him. Vil takes it, grumbling a bit, then downs the glass.

“What’s that?” he points to your overnight bag, slowly lowering himself so he can lay back down. You sit next to him on the bed,

“My overnight bag,” 

“No,” Vil groans, “I don’t want to get you sick,” he frowns. 

“Well, I don’t want you to not take care of yourself,” Vil huffs, “I’m going to stay here, and if I get sick I get sick.” He gives up the battle, closing his eyes and pulling his covers up. 

“Okay fine,” he pauses and then after a moment he quietly asks, “can you get me more juice? Please?”

The rest of the night you tend to his needs. He (begrudgingly) eats some soup, downs more juice than you would believe, watches a movie, goes through an entire box of tissues, and forces you to help him through his skin care routine as best as you can without getting out of bed. You manage to pull a few giggles from Vil as you fumble through his extensive routine.

He falls asleep early, and you tidy up the room so when he wakes he isn’t furious. You do a bit of homework, eat some dinner, then change into your pajamas, and do your nightly routine. 

After that you slip into bed next to your beautiful boyfriend, pull him close to you and drift off to sleep.

You awake to a wetness on your legs. When you look over, Vil is still fast asleep. As you become more conscious you put two and two together and figure he wet the bed. You curse yourself for not making him use the bathroom before he fell asleep. Ever so gently, you nudge him until- with a loud sniffle- he flutters his pretty lashes at you and opens his purple eyes.

He looks completely dazed.

"Whu-" he cuts himself off with a sniffle. "Why am I wet?" He rasps, looking down between the two of you. 

"I think you wet the bed," you answer timidly. Vil shoots his gaze back up to look at you, his eyes wide. 

"No," he hisses, and scampers out of the bed like it's on fire.

"Vil," you try calling out to him, but he's quickly making his way to the bathroom attached to his dorm. He slams the door behind him as you get out of the bed. By the time you reach the door you hear him retching. 

With renewed fervor you open the door to find Vil over the toilet, emptying his stomach. Cooing and shushing, you make yourself comfortable next to him, gathering his hair up into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, while the other rubs his back lovingly. 

Luckily he only pukes once, but he stays there for a bit, sniffling and dry heaving over the bowl. 

Carefully he moves his head away when he's done, then wipes his face with his hand. He looks defeated. You flush the toilet and pull him into your arms, still cooing softly. Vil clings to you loosely- he used a lot of energy in the last few moments. 

"I'm so sorry," he whimpers into your chest. You kiss the top of his head, 

"It's okay Vil, you're okay," you reassure. Truthfully none of this has bothered you. In fact, it's almost nice to be able to take care of your lover without him needing to have control over one thing or another. You'd never say that out loud though.

"To see me like this must be," he sniffles, "upsetting to say the least." You hum, 

"It's not. I mean, I don’t like that you’re not feeling well, but I still think you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on," Vil pulls away, shock evident on his face.

"Seriously?" You smile lovingly. 

"Of course. You may not feel your best, but nothing about you has changed in my eyes," he bites his lip at your words, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Don't," he sniffles, takes a big breath and collects himself, "do not make me cry right now with how sweet you're being," he pouts. You laugh softly,

"Okay, alright, I'm sorry," you kiss his flushed cheek. "How about you brush your teeth while I get a shower started for us. That sound good?" Vil nods. You rise to your feet first, reaching out and helping him next. 

He does as he's told while you turn on the lights and start a warm shower. You step in before Vil does and you can hear him rustling around before he steps in with you. 

It's then that you notice he's hard. "When did this happen?" You ask carefully, feeling him up a bit. Vil moans, resting his head on your shoulder. 

"Not sure," you can tell that’s a lie from a mile away. For such a talented actor he can never seem to hide anything from you. You squeeze him tighter in your hold, "ah, it's been like that since I woke up," he confesses easily.

You stroke him slowly, "wow," you murmur, a tad impressed with how he's managed to stay erect. "Even when you were puking?" Vil doesn't react for a minute then he nods, making you let out a pleased hum. "Disgusting," you comment lightheartedly and he keens at that, his hips stuttering into your grasp.  

His reactions get to you, making blood rush to your dick. 

"I think I should clean up my nasty boy huh?" Vil nods and sniffles in response.

Never before would you have entertained the idea of washing someone as foreplay, but Vil has certainly expanded your horizons. 

You coat your hands in a body wash that smells divine, and begin to run your hands along Vil's soft body. You start at his shoulders, rubbing your soapy hands over his tense muscles. Slowly, your hands make their way to his chest, and Vil’s eyes- which had closed as you worked out a knot on his shoulder- flutter open when your fingers brush over his nipple. 

“Oh,” he sighs softly, then sniffles. You roll his nipples between your fingers, feeling them harden under your touch.

"Filthy," you mumble under your breath. Vil begins to moan what sounds like your name, then pauses to inhale sharply. He does it again, then sneezes onto your chest. It shouldn’t excite you as much as it does.

Vil’s hands fly up to his face, to wipe away the snot there. He cleans his hands off in the shower spray and turns to you, “sorry,” he sounds so congested as he looks away bashfully. You pull him into a kiss,

“Don’t be,” you murmur against his lips, and trail your hands lower. Vil lets out heavy breaths, interrupted infrequently by sniffles.

Teasingly you run your soapy hands past his dick, rubbing his soft thighs, then moving around back to touch his ass. Vil rests his head on your shoulder, his hands finding your hard cock. He strokes you slowly, maybe because of fatigue or maybe because he’s teasing you as much as you’re teasing him.

“I’d love to feel you inside me,” he confesses nasally, then lets out another sneeze. You feel your dick twitch and then cringe, because you know he felt that. Vil moves to look you in the eye, “Was that because you want to be inside me or because of…” he trails off. 

You run your finger over his hole to carefully avoid answering the question. 

Vil, predictably, doesn’t let it go. “Hey- ah,” he grinds himself against your finger, “answer me,” he gives you his best pout, “please?”

“Probably a bit of both,” you admit, pressing your finger slowly inside. Vil sniffles, and strokes you faster. He returns his head to your shoulder, still lazily grinding himself against your finger. 

“I do really want you inside of me,” he muses wantonly. 

“Think you can handle that?” you ask, concerned about how much stamina he has while sick. Before being able to answer, Vil gets cut off by a sneeze attack. You can feel him tense and shudder around your finger with each one. Desperately you want to feel what it’d be like if Vil had a sneeze attack while seated on your cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he whines once he catches his breath. Later you’ll probably curse yourself for caving so quickly, but you can’t possibly deny him when he sounds so helpless.

“Okay,” you give in, kissing him and adding another finger. You’re lucky your fingers are slicked up with soap. Vil is- like always- so deliciously tight. What takes you by surprise is how hot his hole is. Imagining him engulfing you is enough to thin your patience significantly. 

Hastily you scissor and stretch him open for you. Vil has taken to resting most of his weight on you, stroking your dick clumsily while letting out heavy breaths and sniffles. 

“Please,” he whines, fluttering around your fingers, “fuck me.”

With a groan you remove your fingers, causing Vil to whine and rut himself against you impatiently. You remove Vil’s fondling hands from your dick, and take a second to lube up your shaft with the body wash. With minimal effort you grab Vil’s ass then hoist him up- he squeaks cutely, and clings to you. You then stabilize him by pressing him against the shower wall. 

As you line yourself up with his hole you kiss him, then slowly press into him. Vil tightens his legs around you, quickly bringing you in deeper; his nails are digging into your back by the time you bottom out. 

To let him adjust, you keep your hips static. Vil pulls away from your lips with a sharp inhale. You, sensing where this will lead, eagerly watch him with bated breath. Vil inhales again, then looks away to sneeze. He has a small attack, but with each one you can feel him clench and tense around you.

With a groan you bury your head into his chest, and slowly grind into him. Once his sneezing is done Vil moans your name like a plea,

“Faster,” he whines. With his permission you begin to snap your hips, creating a steady and quick pace. 

Vil slumps against you, and while he has his arms and legs wrapped around you, he’s all dead weight right now. You’re glad you’re already in the shower, because the sweat beading down your skin from the process of holding him up and fucking him good would be uncomfortable otherwise. 

“God, hah, you’re so hot,” you mumble into his chest. Vil moans, fluttering around you.

“Please,” he sniffles, “touch me, ah, please,” you groan shaking your head, 

“I can’t, fuck, baby I hav’ta hold you up,” you explain breathlessly. Vil whines, bringing an arm from around your neck to jerk himself off. As soon as he touches himself he lets out a sneeze, again tensing around you, clenching you in a way that has you leaking pre. 

"I'm-" he sniffles and for a second you think he'll sneeze again, "I'm going t'cum, ah-" and then he does sneeze again. The way he clenches so tightly around you pulls you over. You snap your hips into him as you pump him full of your cum. Vil keens, stroking himself a few more times before cumming as well. 

You fuck him through his orgasm, whispering praises as soon as he comes down from his high and his breathing slows. 

"There we go," you coo, watching as he closes his eyes. He's never been this tired out afterwards, but then again you've never fucked him while he was sick before either. 

You pull out and set him gently down on the shower floor. Luckily the water is still hot, so clean up is quick and mostly enjoyable. 

Once you're both clean, you wrap him in his unbelievably soft, fluffy towels and have him sit on the toilet. Vil has been letting you manhandle him around, completely void of any and all energy due to his condition.

"Stay here for a second, I'm going to change your sheets," you pull some of his damp hair away from his beautiful face and Vil makes a sound of acknowledgement.

Swiftly you change the sheets, and switch into some pj's, then retrieve Vil from his bathroom and dress him. 

He's nearly asleep by the time you tuck him into bed, but he's awake enough to kiss you back before you quickly fall asleep alongside him. 

Hopefully when you awake Vil is feeling better, and you're somehow still fine.

Though you sincerely doubt it, considering the way your nose has started to run.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

The Only One

Pairing: Best friend! Yandere! Jay x gn. reader

Content Warnings: Yandere themes; mentions of drinking; alludes to inappropriate thoughts

Mellow speaks: So yeah. Someone wanted another letter from Jay, and even though the event is long since over, I'm here to post it anyway cuz it was too damn fun!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

Good morning bub,

How are you feeling today? I hope you didn't get a hangover, I did make sure that you were hydrated, after all. But still, I left some meds on your nightstand before leaving, so take them if you don't feel well. I wanted to be there when you woke up, but I noticed your fridge is almost empty so I'll be making a trip to the store. I'll be there soon though, okay? So wait up for breakfast, and dont strain yourself. You must be tired anyway, seeing as how much you had to drink last night. 

Ah, silly me. You must be wondering when I came over, right? Because I'm sure that as far as you can remember, you fell asleep on Sunghoon's shoulder at the bar. You must be thinking he would've brought you home. But of course I couldn't possibly have left you all alone with him when you were in that state, no matter how nice of a person he is. I can't lie, it had hurt me a little walking out of the restroom only to see you getting cozy with him, or rather, it had annoyed me to think he might have been taking advantage of you. 

But when I noticed you had given in to the alcohol and fallen asleep, I couldn't help feeling my heart soften at how adorable you looked. And so I had no choice but to swoop in and lend poor Sunghoon a hand, relieving him of his task of having to see that you reached home safe. But it's not like I need to come clean to you, is it, since the both of us know I'm the only one you can trust when you're so vulnerable. 

That's right, baby. I'm the only one who should get to carry you to your apartment in my arms, I'm the only one who should get to have you snuggle into my chest and hold onto my arms as I tuck you into bed. I don't mean to come across as creepy or forceful, but I think you already know you can't trust anyone else as much as me to not do anything inappropriate when you're not in your senses. 

I know I'm not wrong, because even if you don't remember it, I'm convinced that realizing you're wearing your favorite pajama shorts ought to tell you that I changed you out of your dress last night, and I'm confident that you know I would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. After all, thus isn't the first time I've helped you out of your outfits into more comfy ones, and never once have you had to complain about my hand being anywhere it shouldn't be, no matter how agonizing it was for me to not touch you when you looked so beautiful. 

Confused at that sudden confession? Well, a guy does have his needs, though you can rest assured that I'll never cross any limit with you unless you want me to. You have my word. But at the same time, we can't say the same for every guy out there now, can we? Yeah, Sunghoon might be a great guy to be friends with, but you can't just go trusting every other person to keep it in even when you've got your defenses down.

You can't go making yourself so approachable for anyone like that, Y/N, and it makes me worry about you. But that's exactly why you have me, the one who will always be there to keep you safe, away from prying eyes. Don't you worry, bub. I'll always protect you from danger, and I want you to know you're safe with me. 

No, that's not all I want. I want you to know you'll be safe only when you're with me. I know it might sound weird or unbelievable right now, but trust me, it's the truth. And I'm going to prove it to you, no matter what it takes. Because I don't want anyone else to even lay their gaze on something I know only I can treasure. 

I'll be back soon,

Your best friend

[purple-babygirl]

Oh god I need domestic things about daddy!Bucky so bad 😫😫😫😫

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff, also possible bad writing.

Summary: A glance at the domestic life with daddy!Bucky.

A\N: i'm sorry if this took me longer than you would've liked but my allergies are acting up and I can't stop sneezing:' BUT I DID IT i stayed up till 6 am because i didn't wanna go to bed without giving you something. you didn't give any specifics so i hope this is anything close to what you were looking for and i hope you like chocolate cookies?:' if this is too bad no one tell me y'all i blame my sinus allergy meds:" pls enjoy xx.

“I couldn’t move, daddy. Look,” she whispered, nodding towards her cupped hand slowly, “ladybug chose me.”

just another perfect day

“There you are, sweet pea. Why didn’t you come inside when daddy called, hmm?” Bucky asked when he found her sitting on the quilt he placed for her to play on in the backyard.

Bucky looked inside her slightly curled palm to see a small ladybug resting there, one of its wings twitching every now and then. She was such a precious little baby. He wondered how long she'd been sitting with her hands in her lap like that, not moving in fear she'd make her dotted friend fly away.

“Aw, that’s beautiful, bubba!” Bucky smiled, his heart fuzzy over his adorable, brave, gentle girl.

“You gotta let ladybug go home now though, and we gotta get inside too," he told her softly.

“Yes, daddy.” She sighed sadly but complied, and slowly lowered her hand to the grass, letting the little insect find its way out of her hold.

“Good girl.” Bucky praised, petting her hair with a proud smile.

“Come on now, daddy has a surprise for you.” Bucky gave her his hand and she took it and stood up.

“What is it, dada?” She wondered, swinging hers and Bucky's hands back and forth as they walked back to the house.

“See for yourself.” Bucky smiled widely, pushing the door open for her.

She took the few steps from the doorstep to the living room, and let out a loud gasp when she saw it. Large, white blankets thrown together haphazardly yet somehow holding up firmly with their old Christmas lights illuminating the heart of it. Bucky had built them a fort in the middle of the living room.

She turned her head and beamed at Bucky, who was watching her with a grin and his hands tucked in his pockets. She ran to him and crashed herself against his chest, her arms clutching his back.

"So I get it you like it?" Bucky laughed, holding her to him.

"So much, daddy," she replied, her lips vibrating the words into his shirt, "thank you."

"Anything for my sweet pea." Bucky scratched her scalp. "I made us some cookies so why don't you go take a look and get comfy and I'll be right there?"

"Chocolate cookies?" She asked, loosening her arms around him.

"Of course, I know they're your favourite." Bucky tapped her nose and she giggled.

"Go." Bucky tapped her back and she turned to walk away but stopped again.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"You're the bestest daddy ever," she told him timidly before running to check out the contents of the large blanket-tent.

Bucky smiled, his heart full and happy, before going to grab the large plate off the kitchen counter along with 2 juice boxes of her favourite fruit.

Inside the fort were her favourite stuffies, leaning against the fluffiest pillows they had in the house; waiting for her to join. In one corner, the laptop was open and paused on the opening scene to one of her all time favourite movies, Moana.

"Daddy," she whispered, her mouth agape in amazement.

"Do you like it, sweet pea?" Bucky asked once again.

She nodded harshly, making Bucky chuckle.

"What are you waiting for then? In you go."

She instantly got on her knees and crawled inside, the floor now soft with the blankets covering it. She looked around her with wide eyes after plopping down on her butt. She glided herself back and sat against one of the pillows, taking the stuffed penguin that previously occupied the spot in her arms, and sighed in content.

Bucky set the food next to the laptop before carefully getting inside as well, his legs too long and sticking out of the fort, making her giggle.

"Come'ere, sweet pea. Daddy wants his baby on his lap." Bucky patted his thighs and she giddily moved closer, adjusting herself on top, her back against his chest.

"I love you, sweet pea." Bucky whispered after resting his chin on her shoulder, arms secured around her tummy.

"I love you too, daddy." She tilted her head to peck his cheek.

"You're not upset I made you let ladybug go to come inside with me, are you?" He wanted to make sure nothing upset her and he knew she got attached to the little nature friends she made. Bucky only ever wanted to make her happy.

"Ladybug chose me, and I chose daddy," she said, leaning more into Bucky's chest, holding his forearms and wrapping his arms tighter around her.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold in his tears. His girl was so sweet. He knew she was too little to express and he knew she meant she felt as safe in his embrace as the squishable insect has felt in the palm of her hand. He sniffed, kissing her shoulder.

"And daddy will always choose you, sweet pea." Bucky promised, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before pulling the laptop closer to them and playing the paused movie.

As her eyes focused on the girl in the water on the screen, Bucky kept feeding her cookies; helping her place her lips on the straw in the juice box. 

After the movie was over, Bucky found her yawning and rubbing a fist at her eye. Her snack along with her approaching nap time had her eyes drooping.

"You getting sleepy, sweet pea?" Bucky asked and she nodded tiredly.

"Do you wanna take your nap here?" He turned her back in his arms so her chest was on top of his.

"Yes, dada, please." She cuddled up to him, her nose nuzzling his collarbones.

"Alright, baby, get some rest." Bucky's big hands rubbed up and down her back, settling on her shoulders and patting her gently.

"You know daddy,"

"Hmm, baby?" He kissed her hairline.

"When I see ladybug again tomorrow, I'm 'onna tell her my daddy is the bestest daddy of all daddies." Bucky laughed adoringly.

"But you haven't met all daddies." He kissed the top of her head.

"Don' care. My daddy is the bestest," she said with knowing certainty and pressed a sloppy kiss to Bucky's Adam's apple, resting one palm on his left shoulder.

Bucky let himself tear up a little now that his girl's eyes were closed before kissing her forehead, "god, I would die for you."

[speuradair]

Izuku, Bakugou Taking Care of His S/O On Their Period

Request: "Hii Idk if you're ok with writing this but can I request Izuku and Bakugou caring for their s/o on their period (shark week is kicking my butt rn) but for her she feels weak and her joints hurt? So she stays in bed all day cus her bones feel like glass ,and she also feels down cus hormones are wack in shark week so the bois are super soft and comfort her. Craving my soft bois cus it feels like Im dying lol"

This poor boy is so out of his element

He knows what periods are

He has a basic understanding of why periods happen

But that's about it

The mere mention of his lover being on their period is enough to have him blushing

Not because he thinks it's embarrassing or gross, but because he thinks it's a pretty personal, intimate thing to tell him about

That being said, Izuku is more than willing to do whatever he can to make you feel better!

Just please tell him what will make you feel better

Otherwise he'll end up buying the entire "feminine hygiene" section of the closest drug store

And as many different types of chocolate as he can fit into his basket

With some guidance though, Izuku is perfectly happy to run to the store for you

He'll take note of your preferred pain meds, sanitary product, heating pad or patches, and head off to the store even if you didn't ask him

While he's there he'll also grab some of your favorite candy and snacks, too

Also a sucker for stuffed animals, so more often than not, he brings home a new cuddle buddy for you too

Once he's back, he's all yours for the rest of the day

Izuku is a pretty big cuddle bug as it is, and that only amplifies when he knows you aren't feeling well

Sweet boy hardly wants to let you out of his sight until he knows you're doing better

To keep you from getting too bummed out, Izuku will put on your favorite shows, videos, music, or play your favorite video games with you

Might accidentally play two or ten All Might videos

He can't help it, okay, he got distracted-

Probably even sets up a pillow fort for you two in your room

As long as you're okay with it, he'd just stay in bed with you tucked into his chest for the entire week

There he knows you're safe and that he can be there when you need him

This might sound odd, but he actually really likes rubbing and massaging your joints when they ache

It makes him feel like he's helping you, and it also feels pretty domestic, in a way

It's soft and intimate

He really feels like he's taking care of you when he does that for you

Would totally carry you around if you wanted him to, no questions asked

Anything to keep his favorite person as happy and comfy as possible :')

Katsuki is surprisingly knowledgeable about periods and all that they entail

Mitsuki is definitely the type to make sure her son is aware of all of that type of stuff

She's not trying to raise an oblivious man, you know?

So when you mention that you're on your period, he isn't really phased

It's a totally natural thing, why should he bothered by it?

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn't help his lover with something as normal as their menstrual cycle?

Not a very good one, in his opinion

He's going to complain about it, of course

Because that's just who he is

But don't you dare tell him not to worry about it

He fuckin' cares for you, okay >:(

Of course he wants to help

He just has an image to maintain

That being said, expect him to show up at your door in sweatpants with a shopping bag full of your preferred supplies and meds the second he realizes you're on your period

Throws the bag at you when you open the door /j

Then pushes past you and makes himself comfortable on your bed before reaching his arms out to you

"Alright, get over here, dumbass"

He says in the most affectionate way possible

Katsuki knows you'll be spending as much time as possible in bed, so he fully plans to lay there with you

It's basically a monthly ritual at this point

He shows runs to the store, he brings you sanitary products and one of his hoodies for you to wear, then climbs into bed to cuddle you for the rest of the day

Not only is Katsuki a god tier cuddler, he also has a secret weapon to send away any aches and pains-

warm hands

He has the warmest hands

Whether it's cramps or joint pain, he'll just place his large hands over wherever you're hurting and rub soft circles with his thumbs

Honestly it's better than any heating pad you've ever used

Katsuki may have a rough, cold exterior, but he has the softest soft spot for you

You might expect that he'd be annoyed by your mood swings and hormones, but he's actually pretty understanding

He loves you, and he hates seeing you upset

Even if you aren't upset about anything in particular

So if you end up suddenly crying, he just wraps his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest

"It's alright, I'm here. You're strong, got that? I know this shit must be hard. You can get through it, though. I know you can."

Katsuki would scold you if you try to get out of bed

He knows how bad your body aches so you better get your ass back in bed

If you need anything, he'll get it for you

He's not whipped, but he will absolutely do anything you ask him to without a second thought

But he's not whipped okay (/j)

Bakugou just wants to take care of his lover

And if that means waiting on them hand and foot, so be it

[f1-disaster-bi]

So Daniel was ill and couldn’t do testing today. Headcanon of Lando not wanting to leave him but Daniel assuring him he’s fine with Lando running back to him the second debrief is over?

Anon's, I hope you don't mind that I combined these two!!

Lando and Daniel having an agreement to sleep separately before important race days, including testing and maybe their schedules for the days before have been so filled they haven't been able to talk or see each other. So Lando never realises Daniel is ill until he goes to grab him for breakfast before testing so they can sneak some time together and some kisses

When he gets there, he finds him all sweaty and with a fever. Lando absolutely wants to try skip to take care of Dan but Dan is smiling and telling him to go kick ass. Refusing to let Lando stay, just squeezing his hand and telling him he'll be watching on his phone. Lando insists on making sure Dan is okay first. He runs and gets meds from his room, gets Dan some toast from the hotel restaurant and grabs the blankets off his bed to make sure Dan is comfy. He tucks him in, makes sure everything he needs is close by and promises to be back as soon as possible

He rushes back later with more meds and finds a sleepy Dan begging for cuddles and spends the evening with a mask on because Daniel insists on it so 'you don't get sick too baby'

[allforyoumylovely]

emma, hiii. you're taking requests, like that's the best thing ever hihi. idk why but I've had this image in my head of sander resting against robbe's chest as he robbe reads to him, while he runs a hand through sander's hair. maybe sander is coming out of a bad episode or maybe they're just relaxing on a sunday, but yeah.... maybe something like that hihi. much love to you emma <333

Cille, this was an absolute dream prompt for me, my gosh 💘 📖  I went off on a few tangents but hopefully that’s okay sfhjg. Walk, shower, read. It’s their little routine 🧡  Thank you for sending me this. Love you! Btw let me know if I should upload these on ao3 or if they should just be little tumblr exclusives?

Sander always knows when he’s fading away, when he’s turning into a shell of himself. But he never knows when he’s going to fall asleep at the wheel. Until it’s too late, until he crashes. And that’s when he loses all sense of who he is, of what he enjoys or how he likes to dress or what his voice normally sounds like. Sometimes the only indication of time passing is his alarms that tell him to take his meds and eat at set times.

Although he doesn’t reach the point anymore where he wants to be physically erased – he knows that this seemingly perpetual state of sadness isn’t definitive no matter how much his brain tries to convince him otherwise – some days all he can drag himself out of bed for is a cup of coffee and a cigarette or a few slices of tangerine, the scent reminding him of his boy, his college boy. He’ll crack open a window in the living room and curl up against the cushions in the window-seat, the hood of his black hoodie over his head, and there he’ll try weaving his way through the weeds and the tangled neurons in his thunder-stained mind to anything resembling an actual thought with a pinch of substance.

For the days where he’s more clear-headed his mama puts up little post-its around the house with simple tasks for him to do to help him feel useful and necessary. And in the mornings whenever Robbe has spent the night, Sander finds little notes from him too; there’ll be an I love you on his pillow, an I’m so glad you exist placed on his desk and I’m bringing you flowers later <3 hanging on his door. The first time Sander doesn’t think Robbe actually means the one with the flowers, but when he buzzes him in later that afternoon, the first thing he sees is a bouquet of light pink lilies cradled in his arm against the autumn brown of his jacket, the hues so lovely and gentle, just like Robbe. It’s more than Sander’s frail mind can take, and Robbe wipes away the thin streams of warm tears with his sweater paws, and they laugh softly when it only makes it worse.

Since before Robbe, Sander has been figuring out what soothes him, what makes him feel more at ease, what helps him settle back into his body and bones when coming out of a bad episode, and he has slowly built up a list of things that assist in bringing the puzzle pieces of his mind back into place.

Walks

Sander’s aunt has a golden retriever, Bella, who goes on a little holiday at Sander’s when he’s down and spends most of his days at home. In the mornings she’ll pad over the hard-wood floor to his bed and nuzzle her nose against Sander’s face until he wakes up, waiting patiently for her walk. It’s easier for Sander to get out of bed knowing there’s someone relying on him for their needs and wellbeing. He’ll take her and himself on a walk in the fog-blue mornings when the morning traffic is yet to come, and then again in the early evening when it’s still light out but the streets are quieter, enough for him to give his brain some stimulation when it feels like it has slowed to a halt. The sound of his boots against the sidewalk reminds him that he’s still part of the world, that he hasn’t completely vanished after all.

Sometimes he goes by himself, just listening to and observing the city around him with pale eyes. Other times Robbe goes with him, sleepy-eyed and rosy-cheeked in the mornings, relaxed and loose-limbed at night. He doesn’t curl his hand around Sander’s but lets it hang by his side with their pinkies brushing, open and inviting, for Sander to take if and when he feels like it. Sander will thread their fingers together always, but he loves Robbe for giving him a choice and never forcing anything on him.

Often, they find a bench somewhere, in a park or at the river, a place that isn’t too crowded but still has plenty of things for Sander to rest his eyes on. It’s only the middle of September but some leaves are already falling, lying yellow and limp on the ground, and Robbe notices Sander’s wondering expression.

“It’s probably because the weather has been so dry; they’re shedding their leaves to conserve water and energy,” he says.

And Sander instinctively inches closer, a small smile on his lips. “Clever you.”

Bella sits by Sander’s legs with her head propped on his knee, her deep brown eyes alternatively scanning the place and glancing up at him, sensing his sadness. She’s calm and curious and cuddly, reminding him of a certain someone. When Sander tells him, Robbe breathes out a little giggle, making Sander gaze at him more deeply than he has in days, at the silky curls around his ears and the blinking hoop and the crescent dimples curved into his cheeks, and he’ll quietly rest his head on the slope of Robbe’s shoulder, a few tiny clearings of blue sky starting to appear in his overcast mind.

Showers

Back at home, he and Robbe linger in the hallway for a bit, their hair messy, the scent of fresh air in their clothes. When Robbe says that his green, sparkly eyes are coming back, Sander curls a few fingers in the front of Robbe’s shirt, feeling the firm plane of his stomach against his knuckles as he mumbles, “Shower.”

Some nights Sander can’t stand the mere idea of catching glimpses of himself in the mirror; hates the way he looks with his violet circles and dull, greasy hair. So Robbe will light a couple of candles, and they’ll undress in the dim orange glow and quietly get under the shower spray. And there, with Sander’s forehead resting against his own, Robbe will wash Sander’s hair and tell him that he looks beautiful in this light, while his fingers work in small, bone-melting circles. The near orgasmic pressure on his scalp helps reconnecting Sander’s mind and body, making him press up tightly against Robbe, finally diving back into the swirling, velvety heat that licks into every cell of his being.

“Thank you for… For staying with me,” he says between hushed breaths and light kisses. It falls clumsy from his lips, sounding graver than he intends it to, but Robbe, the angel soul that he is, moulds his answer into five words of pure reassurance that protectively wrap themselves around Sander’s heart.

“I’m going to marry you.”

Sander doesn’t cry. But he’s very damn close.

Reading

This one begins one night maybe a year into their relationship. While Robbe brushes his teeth, Sander wanders Robbe’s room, taking in the familiarity of it, running a hand over the forest green sweatshirt draped over his chair, trailing the edge of his desk with a few fingertips. When he reaches his set of shelves, he sees it wedged in between a plant and some school supplies: a book of bedtime stories filled with beautiful watercolour illustrations, the cover a painting of a dark blue night sky with a full moon reading for her stars over a little sleeping village. The spine is threadbare, seemingly from the countless times of being opened and closed. As he flicks through the crinkled pages, soft lips press against the nape of his neck and the back of his shoulder.

“Are you snooping around my room?” Robbe mumbles.

“Mhm,” Sander hums. “What’s this book?”

Twining his arms around Sander’s stomach from behind Robbe says, “When I was little my mama used to read these stories aloud for me at night. She was looking through some stuff the other day and found it again.” He hooks his chin over Sander’s shoulder. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Very.” Sander glances back at Robbe with a squeezing feeling in his chest. “Did it make you fall asleep?”

Robbe smiles. “Every time.”

Sander drops his gaze back to the book, asking quietly, “Will you read for me?”

And Robbe brushes a “Sure” and a kiss behind his ear, tugging him along to the bed.

It’s something they do now: Robbe reading aloud for Sander whenever he feels low and doesn’t have many words to offer. Sander then tucks his head under Robbe’s chin, and Robbe tangles his fingers in his freshly washed and citrussy-smelling hair, scraping over his scalp in endless, soothing motions. Safe and sound, Sander listens to stories about naughty star-children, wizards flying about in rolled up rugs, and a Goodnight-ship with live stuffed animals as passengers. They flow over him like dripping streams of honey, Robbe’s voice lovely and wonderful and a little sleepy, and Sander tries so desperately to make his foggy brain hold onto the words.

Sometimes when the night air is cooling Sander’s room and Robbe feels a little cold, he’ll wear a thick hoodie to bed. Sander loves the scent and the comfy feel of the well-worn fabric under his palm, but sometimes he gets a little frowny and frustrated at having to fumble for his small waist; so Robbe pulls it off despite the goosebumps rising on his skin, and Sander presses his ear to his heart and tightens his hold around him, sharing his body heat his only job while he listens to stories from when Robbe was little. And Sander feels little too; but it’s something he allows himself. A few years ago, he didn’t dare dream that he’d ever have this with someone; didn’t think he even had this level of softness in himself.

But here he is. Here they are.

He has never wanted to be someone’s more than he does Robbe’s; it’s so clear that he belongs to him. And it’s crazy, Sander thinks. Because no matter how feeble and numb around the edges his body and mind feel, his love for Robbe is always right there in a molten pond at the core of him, and Sander could cry at the fact that his brain always lets him have that.

In the days following, when he finds that he has enough energy to send Robbe little dorky, flirty texts throughout the day, such as Bella woke me up with wet, sloppy kisses. Wish it was you or when you’re in the mood for a snack but you’re not there💔  with an attached photo of himself pouting at the open fridge, he knows that the darkness in his chest and brain is releasing its hold and taking flight.

[captaincravatthecapricious]

Sick Fic I Didn't Bother To Name

Post canon, Tim comes over to look after Jon while Martin is at work.

cw dizziness, fever, nausea, fainting, mentions of vomit, food mention I guess. Let me know if I should add more warnings, this is just a fluffy little sick fic it might have some light angst I don't really remember.

The thought of moving makes Jon want to cry.  All his muscles hurt.  The worm scars aching like the day they were made.  He’s just going to lie there here until someone makes him move.  

Which will probably be soon, because he’s positive Martin has asked Tim to come over and …water him?  

No, in all seriousness, he can’t exactly recall what Martin told him this morning as he was leaving for work.  Something about not letting him go in to work, no working online, no checking his email, something something Tim?  Not that Jon is feeling well enough to get his computer.  Let alone let it assault his over-sensitive eyes with the harsh light of the screen.  Which is unfortunate, because he thinks Martin probably left him a text about whatever he missed this morning.  

He really hopes Martin thought to email his students.  He’ll try to remember to ask Tim to check.  If Tim’s even coming.  

Christ, he’s not thinking straight.  

He thinks Tim is coming, but if not, he’s got paracetamol, his inhaler, water, a thermos of tea, some saltines, a little cup of applesauce, excedrin, a thermometer (Jon isn’t sure why Martin left him that, there is no way he’s going to use that he just… really really hates thermometers, they mean he’s ill and that meant no school and staying quiet alone and miserable in his room so ill to open a book if he was ill enough for his grandmother to notice, it was less bad when he got to go to the school nurse.  Actually got some medicine sometimes, but they often sent him home too, and then his grandmother was cross that she had to pick him up.  In any case, no thermometer if he has a say in it.), bin, tissues (again Jon isn’t sure why, he’s not particularly congested, but Martin is Martin and is taking care of him even when he’s at work which makes Jon feel warm to his core, not from the fever that he knows he’s running.), lucozade, and his cane.  Everything in easy reach.  

He should probably take some medicine, but even reaching that far feels like too much.  He’s just going to lay here, on top of his blanket pile until the fever chills take him back and he has to burrow under them again.  It’s been the challenge all night to find a comfortable enough temperature to sleep.  A challenge he’s mostly been losing.  Leaving him feeling gritty and heavy and with a headache.  

He just wants to sleep.  Drifting in and out of it with frantic almost laziness.  Rolling heat to biting cold.  He wishes he could get his laptop, willing to bear the brightness if only to get a distraction from his discomfort.  

He’s just managed a trip to and from the loo, when Tim arrives.  Jon’s collapsed back on his blanket nest on the couch when Tim calls out before keys jangle in the lock.  Jon’s too busy trying not to pass out to make out words.  He’s impressed he managed the loo without a surprise nap.  But, he can make no promises that he won’t pass out now.  

He comes to with the inside of Tim’s wrist pressed to his forehead.  With a quiet gasp.  And then a frankly embarrassing sound as he fully absorbs how wonderfully cool Tim’s wrist is.  

“Hey there, bud.  Hate to ask, but did you just pass out from just lying there, because if so, I’m gonna have to be a little worried?”  

Jon tries to focus on Tim.  “No… no got back from the toilet and surprise nap.”  

Tim looks relieved.  

Jon is just relieved that he isn’t alone.  Where he can too easily spiral.  Being alone and miserable leaves it too easy to slip into memories.  Especially with the impressive fever that he’s got to be running, if the agonizing walk from couch to loo and loo to couch is any indication.  His muscles are shaking from fatigue from that pathetically short walk, and he’d had a death grip on his cane and the wall to keep upright.  Christ, he’s really not well.  

Tim makes a big show of wiping his brow and breathing a sigh of relief.  “Hey think you can give me some of the couch?”  

Jon would love to, he nods, but consciousness flutters when he tries to sit up.  Losing his vision to the dizziness again.  Tim catches him against his chest, and gently holds him steady as he slips onto the couch, positioning Jon as best he can.  Jon snuggling against Tim’s hooded jumper.  

He still can’t believe he’s allowed to do this.  A few years ago, Tim didn’t want to be in the same room with him.  But …here he is.  Here when it counts.  (Although Martin would probably tell him that it counted earlier too, that Tim should have been by his side, a thought that he’s been trying to work through in therapy, and Jon is working through in reverse in his own.)  Jon could cry.  Might cry.  Fever’s high enough that he probably will.  

“Got a bit worried when you didn’t answer any texts.  Wanted to see if you needed anything.”  

“‘m sorry.”  Jon really hadn’t thought to check his phone, and even if he had, well not as if he’d been up to reading anything on a tiny bright screen.  Even the thought of doing so makes his head hurt more than it already does.  

“Don’t worry about it.  Have you taken some meds recently?”  

Jon has no idea what time it is, or when Martin left.  Can’t even keep track of how light it is outside with the blinds drawn and his face shoved into Tim.  “Had some before Martin left?”  

Tim’s got an arm around Jon.  He’s rubbing his back.  And there is a tightness in Jon’s chest.  It’s been years.  It’s been years.  It’s been years, and he still can’t believe that Tim is really back and here and cares.  Tim could hold him every moment he can stand touch, and it wouldn’t be enough.  Jon needs.  He needs the attention and care, and just needs his friend in general.  And if he didn’t feel so sick, he could happily live in this moment forever.  If he wasn’t dizzy and feverish and dreadfully queasy.  

Tim’s hand stills, and a shuddery breath escapes Jon with the absence.  

Tim’s heart lurches.  He goes back to rubbing Jon’s back.  He’s pretty sure this is Jon crying and not Jon about to puke.  Jon’s decent at letting him know these sorts of things, or at least is consistent in his physical cues.  “Hey, bud.  Just gonna get you some fever reducers, it’s about time, I think.  Marto texted me when he was leaving.  Sorry about leaving you alone for a bit.  Had to finish up my shift and grab a shower and grab some soup making stuff and some DVDs, in case you wanna watch anything.  But, I’m not going anywhere.  You’re stuck with me.”  

Jon huffs a watery laugh.  Or maybe it’s a sob.  it’s damp, but that’s okay.   

“You just gotta sit up a little.  Wow, Marto really stocked up the coffee table for you, huh.  He loves you a lot.  Also, he worries.”  

Tim tilts Jon slightly more upright, and wipes away the tears, before handing him some medicine and some lucozade.  Martin said Jon had been sick earlier (probably more due to the POTS flaring up, Martin hoped, and Tim also hopes.  Not that a POTS flare up is a good thing, but if he can keep Jon full of salt and keep his feet up, he shouldn’t have any trouble keeping fluids in him, which makes things easier), in any case, the electrolytes are probably a good idea.  

“You thrown up recently?”  

Signs ‘no.’  That’s good.  

“Wanna try some crackers?”  

Jon shrugs.  

“If you’re up to it later, I can make us some soup, ‘kay?”  

Jon nods, looking …faded.  Probably best to get his legs up and him cozy.  

“Mind if I get you in a more comfy position?”  

Jon doesn’t answer, just blinks dizzily, so Tim carefully gets up, and props Jon’s feet up with the decorative pillows that he knows Jon thinks are stupid, and tucks a couple of the blankets around Jon.  Not too many, not wanting Jon’s temperature to climb any higher, but he can’t just watch Jon shiver.  Hurts too much to watch.  

Reminds him of all the times he ignored him.  All the times he hasn’t been there.  And there’ve been many.  He should have been there.  

So he’ll risk a couple blankets, even though Jon is burning away.  Hopefully the fever reducers do their job soon.  He does, however get a damp flannel for Jon’s forehead while he’s up.  

He thinks Jon might be unconscious again, but he won’t worry about that unless he doesn’t come around in a minute or so.  

Jon’s awake again by the time Tim has himself settled back on the couch.  

“How about some TV?  You up for that?”  

Jon just whines.  

“We’ll start some, and if it makes it worse, we’ll turn it off, okay?”  

Jon wiggles a little, getting comfortable.  And Tim chuckles.  

“Okay, bud.  You get some rest, okay?  I’ll make you some soup later, if you’re up for it.  I got ingredients for your favorite.  Or smoothies, if that sounds better.”  

Jon makes a sound of complaint as Tim as started to talk over the intro music.  

Tim chuckles.  “Alright, alright.  Just let me know if you get hungry.  Martin will be home tonight, until then, you’re stuck with me.”  

Jon falls asleep within an episode with Tim gently carding his fingers through his hair.  

[astrojoong]

Hongjoong - Migraine Comfort

Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff

Length: Bullet Pointed, sort of a Reaction

Warnings: Mentions of pain? nausea? 

AN: okay so this was originally going to be a full blown drabble, BUT I am very depressed and can’t seem to complete it, so I think I’m going to be posting them as bullet points/reactions for rn and then I’ll plan on fleshing them out and probably posting them to ao3. I say them bc this is part of a bunch of comfort fics that I’m writing, one prompt per member, one fic for each member! anyways lmk what ya’ll think! 

Ok so you and Joong have been dating for a while

They very recently ended promotions for a comeback and were BEAT

so when Joong texted you letting you know that they had their first free day in a while you were Excited to say the least

Work had been rough the past week and you really missed Joong during promotions 

and to a lesser extent, the boys

you arrive like a bit past one, just like you said you would, and were disappointed but not surprised, to find that half of the members were still asleep

At least Joong was up, that's all you could ask for tbh

Because you missed the boys as well as Your Boy, you and the awake members (read: Hwa, Yeo, and Jongho) decide to watch a movie together.

You all settle in the living room, getting all comfy and cuddly to watch a movie together 

It starts off calm. 

but

BUT

it is Ateez

even when the other members start to make their way into the living room around the end of the first movie and the start of the second, it doesn’t get crazy YET

but it was only a matter of time

you think it started with Wooyoung’s questions and commentary during the start of the second movie, but its hard to say how exactly you got to this point

u and joong are still on the couch, u leaning against him with his arms around your shoulder, holding you to him while he rests his chin gently on your head

yeo is on the other end of the couch and all three of you are watch the Shit Show go down

The innocent act of eating popcorn while watching a movie has devolved into a full blown battle of spitting kernels and flicking popcorn at one another

Its woosan on one side, yungi on the other

Seonghwa was in the middle, acting as both a shield and a target as he attempted to get the boys to ceasefire in the hopes of mitigating an already disastrous mess

jongho had abandoned the chaos in favor of napping in his room now that it was free of any distractions

as amusing as all this was, you were a little distracted.

you were getting a headache

well, at this point, you HAD a headache

you weren’t sure when exactly it had started but at this point you Certainly felt it

you hadn’t been too concerned, thinking it was probably just a tension headache since you had been all tensed up for the past month due to work

but now

now you were feeling nauseous 

which is a Bad sign

as nonchalantly as you can, you extract yourself from joong shooting him an apologetic look and make ur way to the bathroom

the farther u got from the cacophony, the less nauseous you became

which gave u a Theory

a theory that you tested when you entered the restroom and didn't turn on the light 

just as you suspected

your headache ebbed just a touch and the nausea lessened

it was a migraine

you had a little experience with migraines before, you knew yours didn’t present with an aura so you never got a warning before one hit 

you were thankful to have gotten yourself to a dark, quiet room before it hit full stride, which it was doing right now

all you could really do was curl up in a ball on the cool tiles and softly groan in pain 

which is exactly how joong found you 

when you had gotten up originally he noticed you seemed a little off but decided to say nothing and planning on seeing how you looked when you returned, maybe checking in then

after a couple minutes you could hear your phone chime, recognizing Hongjoong’s assigned text tone, but you were in far too much pain to do anything 

plus you knew how painful the light from your phone would be

so after a few more minutes, with his text remaining unseen, he came to check up on you himself

he knocks on the door and all you can really do is moan pitifully in response 

which does NOT comfort the poor boy

he was already worried before but now you sound like you’re in pain

when he opens the door you wince and retract from the light and now the faint sound of the rest of the boys’ distant antics

noticing your reaction, he crouches down to softly push some of your hair out of your face and stroke it lovingly

his voice gets really soft and he asks what's wrong 

you explain the best you can which is really just whimpering the word migraine at him 

he sighs and gives your head a few gentle pats before saying “wait here” in the same, soft tone, and standing up

he gently closes the door behind him 

through the door you can hear him use his “Leader Voice” as he speaks to the members

you aren’t really aware enough to catch any specific words, all u know is that you’re for sure glad that the noise had died down a considerable amount 

some time later

it could’ve been anywhere from 3 to 10 minutes, you aren’t really in a place to note the passage of time, joong returns.

as he slowly opens the door, you brace yourself, but it doesn’t hurt like it had before

he had the lights in the hall way turned off

joong helps you up off of the floor and guides you toward him and hwa’s shared room

there he has the lights off and the curtains drawn

on his bedside table there are two icepacks, a glass of water and a bottle of over the counter pain meds waiting for you

he helps you sit down and hands you the water and deposits two pills into your palm

you were getting ready to settle down when you heard wooyoung’s voice cut through the silence, yelling about something that mingi had done

you wince and the gentle expression falls from joongs face, morphing into “Leader Mode” as he quickly but quietly left the room to scold Wooyoung, but not before placing a gentle peck on your temple before disappearing 

He returns with a remorseful looking woo who softly apologizes from the door, you silently wave off his apology and in return shoot him a finger heart with as much playful energy as you can muster

he returns the gesture as Joong turns back from talking to Seonghwa, who also apparently had followed him back.

you shoot hongjoong the best questioning look you can and he whispers back that Hwa will be making sure the rest of the boys keep the dorm quiet until you feel better

he tucks you into bed, placing ice packs on your forehead and neck respectively 

he pulls up a chair next to his bed and softly strokes your hair and whispers soothing words to you until you are finally able to fall asleep

ok tbh this is my first time ever writing so like... hopefully it wasn’t Total Shit, im not Super happy w it but we all have to start somewhere so whatever. also! hopefully this is a somewhat accurate description of a migraine! I’ve only had about four in my life and they were all essentially the same as what the reader has. So I have limited experience and research to go off of but hopefully it was sufficient enough. Anyways pls let me know what you thought, or if you have a request (no promises tho lmao) or ideas. I’m pretty much open to anything.

thank you for reading!!

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

Stuck in Your Head

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: ~2.7K

Warnings: Descriptive Depressive Episode and Discussions about Prescription Medications (specifically missing doses and having side effects)

A/N: This is my first time writing RPF so I decided to stick with something I know well. I substituted my own best friend’s name in so I didn’t have to deal with the pesky acronyms cluttering the story. 

Buried underneath the covers, you were safe even though sleep continued to elude you. The chill of the morning was unable to pierce the walls of your blanket fortress. While the soft pitter-pattering of rain on your window would normally be able to lull you to dreamland, you were left to watch the rise and fall of the fabric.

Early daylight had danced its way across the room a millennia ago. No matter how deep you burrowed into your little nest, the light would seep through. So you tucked your head underneath your pillow and fought the urge to continuously check your phone. Watching time tick past would only make these growing frustrations and anxieties worse.

You remained curled up with your knees close to your chest, willing your hands to stop their shaking. All those exercises you had been taught in therapy seemed fruitless. Nothing could alleviate this numbness that had settled in your bones. Time continued to pass as you laid there, only daring to leave your bed’s warm embrace when your bladder was screaming in agony.

The spot where you laid never had to the time to cool. You were always sucked right back to it in record time like every episode before. Brain fog would cause the same thing every time. The days would seem to just blend into one another, a cycle of light and shadows that would chase each other around the ceiling. You would have no idea if you took your meds, what day it was, or even the last time you ate. Time would be nonexistent in your little blanketed world.

A soft vzzzzt came from outside your safe zone. Moving your hand slightly, you could just barely feel the vibrations of your phone. You paused as you tried to decide if you had enough energy to answer. It was most likely unimportant, another robocall about some silly matter. Sighing heavily, you drew your hand back to its previous position.

Silence fell over the room once more and you breathed a sigh of relief. You forced your eyes shut in hopes that you could finally sleep. Not more than a few moments passed before the quiet was broken yet again. The soft vzzzzt returned, requiring you to begrudgingly open your eyes. You hissed as you slowly rolled over, just enough to reach over and drag your phone under the covers with you.

You flipped your phone over as your best friend’s face filled up the screen. You know you should answer it, but you didn’t want to worry her. Ariel has enough going on without you dragging her into your shit. You quickly shot off one of those automated responses saying you’re busy and you’ll call back later before declining the call.

Carefully shoving your phone back out from under your blanket pile, you tried once more to adjust and get comfy. Finally, it seemed that the sleep you craved is upon you. You yawned before nestling your head deeper into your pillow and letting your eyes fall shut.

You woke up sometime later and noticed that the bedroom is almost completely dark. You dare to glance at your phone and it’s only 6 pm. Stiff limbs quickly made themselves known as you tried to stretch. They crack and pop as you finally moved them, each crying out desperately for motion.

Slowly you sit up and allow yourself to slip out from your burrito. Every movement feels as if you’re wading through an endless pool of molasses. You rise to feet carefully and your knees buckle as they wake up to support you. Ambling towards the kitchen, you tried to scrounge up the desire for anything other than a few mints.

Your pickings are rather slim. Even then everything would take longer than you know you have the energy to stand for. Huffing as you grabbed handful of mints before you make your back to bed. You crawled back into bed, grabbing your laptop in hopes you can find someway to pass the next round of sleepless.

Popping a mint in your mouth and scrolling through the various entertainment options, you happened across a show you know very well. Another time you might have smiled at your luck. Of course it recommends something that he was in. Rolling over to grab your phone, you unlock it to check what time it is over there.

2 am the clock answered. You swallowed the lump in your throat, remembering what he said last time.

“I don’t care what time it is. If you need me, call. I’d do anything for you. “

You glance at the clock once more and you lose your nerve.

“He’s halfway across the world right now and under enough stress. You’ll talk to him again when Friday comes around” you rationalize internally, “That’s more than 3 days away. You’ll be back to your usual by then. You always are.”

You shake your head and push the phone off the bed. Tucking an arm under your head and curling your knees to your chest, placing your laptop on top of them. You settle in with Forensic Files, hoping that Peter Thomas’s voice will eventually get you more sleep.

Sleep doesn’t come. You’ve lost count of how many episodes of Forensic Files that you’ve watched. All of them have blurred together. Once again the sun’s rays slowly painted your room in an array of reds, oranges, and finally yellows. Two more rounds of soft vzzzzt that go unanswered cause you to retreat back under the blankets once more.

For how long you remain there is unknown. All you known is that you’re forced to get up by your throbbing bladder. Then you’re back in your bed, curled up around a pillow and begging for sleep to come. Your body is sore, your mind is all fogged up, and by the time you do feel sleepy, the sun must be high in the sky.

Here's to another day of waking up after the sun has set. Daylight Savings Time is a bitch. There’s no use in checking your phone. You stretched and tried to sum up the strength to move your feet, knowing you need to at least try to make your way to the kitchen. Each step causes a shooting pain in your underused appendages.

Leaning against the counter, you grabbed a package of Cup Ramen from the cabinet. Not the healthiest choice, but the one that will take the shortest amount of time to cook. Adding the water and setting it in the microwave is the easiest part; having the strength to wait the 3 minutes to cook is the hardest.

Anxiety seeps in as you watched the timer go down. Tapping your fingers against your thigh, you tried to pass the time without throwing yourself into an anxiety attack. Finally, the microwave beeps and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You opened the microwave and quickly stirred the contents of the cup together.

You make the trip back to the bed that’s been calling your name since you left. Although you’re not hungry, you have to try to eat. You ate earlier right?....Your stomach hadn’t give any indication of hunger. You ate as much as you could stomach before leaving the unfinished meal beside your bed.

Grabbing your laptop, you scrolled through for something, anything to distract you. In a moment of clarity, you remembered that last time he mentioned a nature documentary which he said you should watch. You found it easily and turned it on, curling your body around your laptop. In your bones, the numbness reared it’s ugly head once more.

The animals in documentary didn’t cause you to laugh at their antics like they usually would. You had to pause it. You felt like you were drowning in this void. What once might have been enough to drag you out of the darkness, no longer could do so. You had been doing so well; going to your appointments and working on coping with your trauma only for the empty pit to gobble you up once more.

Screwing your eyes shut as you take in one shaky breath after the other. Whatever strength that was left in your tired limbs, you willed to help get you through. You needed to be fine, he needed you to be fine. Every inch of you shook with hurt and sorrow as sleep waded in and out of your mind. It took forever to succumb.

A gentle chime woke you from your fitful sleep. You laid underneath your mountain of blankets and watched the gentle rise and fall that came with every breath you took. You blinked a few times as you attempted to stretch out your body. The chime had stopped by the time you were finally able to peak your head from where it was tangled in your cocoon.

The noise had emanated from your laptop. You inwardly curses yourself because you only know what that means. You left yourself logged into Skype and you reached a hand over to check who called. However, as soon as you did, the chime started up again, his name flashed on your screen.

A sob threatened to break loose from your lips.  It couldn’t have been Friday already. Skype dates only happened on Friday and Saturdays, that was your routine. You glanced around your room and contemplated slamming your laptop closed. Based on the colors of the sun that painted your bedroom’s walls, it was early, much too early for his call.

Deep down you knew he would keep calling until you responded and as much as it pained you to do so, you had to give into him. You moved the cursor to hover over the accept button. With a deep breath, you clicked accept. You waited for the swoosh that always came before his face filled the screen.

You couldn’t face him like this. He didn’t deserve this. Your stomach was already upset, it didn’t need your anxiety making it worse. Burying your face in your hands, you heard the tell-tale noise that the call connected.

“Darling, there you are,” he exclaimed.

You had no choice but to peek between your fingers to see his smiling face. He looked so happy and full of light. You couldn’t dare to bring him down from his high. He was worthy of so much more, someone who wasn’t empty. Surely he could see that.

“As much as I’d love to talk your lovely hands, I’d rather talk to that face of yours.”

“Hen-“ Your voice cracked from not being used in so long.

“Please,” He begged.

Every inch of your body quaked, the inevitable was here. He would see you, see how broken and lost you were, and wouldn’t be able to take it. The expiration date for your time together was today.

“Please, sweetheart.” He tried again, his voice no louder than a whisper.

You shook your head in silent agreement to his plea. Trembling, your hands pealed away from your face and finally you saw your boyfriend’s face fully. Messy curls were strewn across his forehead and there was an inkling of stubble making an appearance on his face. His eyes were bright and warm as always. You could just barely make out the brown amongst the blue at the top of his left eye.

“There you are,” Henry murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

“Hen-“

“Shhhh... I know it’s not Friday but I wanted to see you. Ariel was worried. I was worried.”

“I’m so sorry-” You started as you felt tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, love. I’m happy to see your face. I would ask how you are, but I think I know. Have you been taking your meds?”

“I don’t remember. All I know my stomach is a bit upset,” you whispered as the first hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I’d reckon it’s been a few days then,” Henry sighed, ”Do you think could get up and make some green tea? That’s always helped in the past.”

You groaned, flopping backwards onto your bed. A few moments pass by in silence as you weighed your options.

“I can try.”

“That’s all I’m asking for, sweetheart,” admitted the blue eyed man,” How about you bring me with you?”

You nodded slowly. Henry was always good at reading you. It seemed that regardless of the distance between the two of you and the blurriness of the camera, his skill hadn’t waned. He knew you so well and right now you were thankful for that. There was so much you couldn’t say right now, you didn’t have the energy nor the clarity to do so.

Stretching your arms above your head, you winced at the stiffness in them. You had to do this, you had to fight that little voice in your head. You carefully moved yourself to the edge the bed. Taking a much needed deep breath, you forced your aching body to sit up. Gently, after a few moments, you maneuvered yourself to stand on your feet.

You glanced over at your computer screen and saw nothing but pride and encouragement in his blue eyes. It gave you the required push to grab your laptop and make your way towards the kitchen, tired body be damned. Normally, you feel safe and content in the silence with him. The freezing emptiness that had made it’s home amongst your bones and mortal flesh flourished in it.

“How’s filming going?” You croaked.

Henry was quick to fill the crushing silence “Remember that scene I mentioned to you last time…” His hearty timbre warming the outermost parts of your mind. Puttering around the kitchen, you put the kettle on and grabbed your favorite mug while listening. He could be speaking about blue-footed boobies and you would still be rapt.

Sooner than you would of liked, the kettle sung it’s annoying little tune. Carefully, you snatched it off the stove and poured into the waiting mug. You dropped the teabag in and leaned up against the counter. Glancing over at the computer, you saw Henry watching you with a smile on his face.

“Good job, sweetheart,” Henry beamed.

You tried to blink away the tears that remained in your eyes. “I boiled water. Nothing too special about that.”

“You know what I mean.”

Shakily setting the down the mug, you forced yourself to take some deep breaths, but it does nothing to stop the onslaught of tears. They blazed in hot trails down your cheeks.

“My brain doesn’t work, Hen. The fog sets in and it’s like I can’t do the simplest tasks. I can’t even just go through the motions,” You sobbed

“Oh, darling,” his voice barely a whisper and your gaze remained on the floor, arms wrapped around your quaking form.

“Nothing’s working…. I’m so tired of feeling like this. I don’t even feel alive anymore. Just empty and cold all the time.”

Silence fell over the two of you once again; only being pierced by your shuddering breaths as you tried regain control. It took a few moments to calm yourself. You brushed away the remaining tears and finally glance up at him.

“I’m sorry,” You murmured.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize. I know you’re struggling. I’m worried about you being all alone right now with everything that’s going on,” Henry admitted,” How about you ask Ariel to come stay with you? Just until I finish filming.”

“I…I can do that.”

“I want you to know you don’t have to stick to our schedule. I know you like the consistency it brings, but I don’t mind if you call other times, love. I’d be happy to hear your voice more often.”

Nodding your head, you grabbed your abandoned tea and took a sip. “I love you, Henry.”

“I love you too. We’re in this together, us against the problem.”

Somehow his words seemed to pierce at the remaining chill in your body. He was exactly what you needed, your lighthouse in the storm. No matter how far apart you may be, you’ll always find your way back to his loving embrace.