#ok now i’m exhausted and eating soup in bed

[disengaged]

i applied on a client & court representative job (casual/irregularly scheduled) back in the summer and i completely forgot about it, but they just sent me assessments to do and an interview time slot and i’m like. NOOOOOO I WANT THE JOB SO BAD ……..

[coichii]

I WILL ✭

pairing - husband!changbin ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: comfort & sick fic

word count: 0.5k

warnings: one small mention of throwing up (nothing explicit), mentions of food

A/N : hello !! welcome to part three of my fall series, “fall: records of love” where there will be 8 individual short stories for the members :) these stories are based off of songs I deem “fall” feeling ! this story is based off of “I will” by mitski. enjoy !!

“i will take good care of you. everything you feel is good, if you would only let you.”

“baby, i don’t want to hold you up. go have fun with your friends, i promise i’ll be fine.” you cough out. honestly right now, you’re not believing you’ll be “fine”, but you don’t want to hold up changbin from having fun with his friends all because you’re sick.

you got sick around 3 days ago, a rather rough cold that you’re sure might actually be the flu. of course it had to come around the time halloween parties were all anyone was talking about.

your husband being the loving masterpiece he was, took care of you the entire time. whether that was running to the store to get you more advil, rubbing your back as you threw up into the toilet, or feeding you. whatever it was, he was always there for you.

“nonsense baby, you don’t feel good. i’m not going to leave you for some party.” he argues back, stubborn as ever.

“i know, but baby i feel guilty tearing you away from fun just so you can take care of me.” you’re pouting. you don’t want him to feel obligated to take care of you and your sickness, you wanted him to have a good time with people that mean so much to him. “and what if you get sick!! then you can’t hang out with them at all!”

“jagiya..” and he’s laughing that giggle of his that you love so much. “i don’t mind getting sick if it means you’re getting better. my friends will be fine without me i promise. and besides, i’d rather spend my time here with you anyways.”

you groan, however, you know no matter how much you push he’s not going to budge on this. he could be extremely stubborn when he wanted to.

“now, how about i make you some miso soup and we watch a movie. your throat sounds really raspy, is it hurting?” even though you really do want him to go have fun, you can’t stop yourself from nodding to him, the need to be comforted overweighing the want to shield him from your burdens.

“ok, then i’ll make you some chamomile tea as well. be right back, love” and he’s off before you could protest. every day he treats you like this makes you even more grateful for the diamond ring bestowed upon your finger. you wouldn’t change it for the world.

he doesn’t keep you waiting for long, coming back with your tea and soup in record time. “y/n, say ahhh” you can’t say you don’t love when he babies you like this, the love rushing to your heart immediately.

after you eat, changbin puts on your comfort movie and slides in bed alongside you and pulls you to him. the way he cuddles you knowing the risk of him getting sick makes your heart flutter.

after a while, your eyes are drooping. the exhaustion of the day finally catches up with you, sending you off to sleep. changbin takes notice of this of course, carefully taking multiple pictures of you sleeping so cutely and setting his favorite as his lockscreen.

he settles into the sheets, preparing to join you off in dreamland. and he doesn’t regret his decision not one bit.

back to masterlist

[xoxoxkisses]

Chicken Noodle Soup

muichiro x reader

warnings: none

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You lie on your bed surrounded by your own snot-filled tissues. You looked out of your bedroom window watching as the heavy rain was pattering your window. You sniffed and sighed in defeat knowing your nose wasn’t going to clear up anytime soon. So you resulted in breathing through your mouth, which didn’t help your already sore throat.

You let out a soft cough. You were running low on tissues and you ran out of medicine, so you called your best friend, Muichiro.

You slowly turned over to reach your phone on your bedside table. Your slow movements caused such a simple task of dialing your friend’s number a whopping 5 minutes. Once you finally clicked the call button, the phone rang till about the third ring. “Hey Y/n, are you ok?” You sniffled. “I could be better, I’m sick. I ran out of medicine and tissues and I need you to get me more. I’ll pay you back.” You heard Muichiro laugh softly on the other side. “Okay, I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.” You whispered a soft ‘okay’ before you hung up.

You decided to shut your eyes for a moment to take a brief nap, and shortly after you heard a knock on your door. Muichiro had used his spare key to get in, and now he was opening your door. You stirred slightly before you woke up. You noticed the bad and small container he had with him. Seeing you stir in bed startled him. “Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, but I have everything you asked for, plus some soup.” You weren’t hungry, but the mention of soup sounded nice. “It’s ok. What kind of soup?” He smiled. “Chicken noodle.” You smiled as well, your favorite.

You sat up as he walked closer to you. He placed the bag on your nightstand while he left again to warm up the soup. He came back shortly to give you the tissues and some medicine. “I got a lot so you wouldn’t run out soon.” You smiled softly. “What could I ever do without my dear best friend?” He rolled his eyes jokingly. “Absolutely nothing, you’d rot in bed.” “Maybe I would.” Just then, the microwave beeped. “Oh the soups done. Be right back.” And with that he left.

It took him no time to get back, he had even brought back a chair with him. “Are you ready to eat?” You shrugged. “I suppose.” He sat the chair down beside your bed as he placed the soup on your bedside table. He took the spoon and got some soup in it and blew it. Then he brought it to your mouth. “Open.” You complied and opened your mouth. The warm, salty flavor filled your mouth. As you swallowed, the warmth was a bit uncomfortable for your swollen throat, but it was soothing after.

You had finished half the bowl before you were exhausted. Muichiro took the remaining soup and threw it out before he washed the bowl. He came back shortly, and to his surprise you were asleep. He smiled softly as he went back to the chair he was sitting in and sat back down.

When you awoke, you felt something soft in your hand. You looked over to see your hand in Muichiro’s. He too, was asleep. Smiling, you fell back asleep. ————————————————————————

Bonus: A few days later you were at the grocery store. You were looking at the noodles as you got a call from your best friend. You answered it quickly. “Hey Muichiro.” You heard him cough on the other end. “Hey, can you get me some medicine?” You laughed. Of course he was sick. “Yeah of course.” He thanked you before he hung up. You kept a smile on your face as you chose the best noodles for chicken noodle soup. Now it was your turn to make some for him. ————————————————————————

So, did I write this while sick? Yes

do I like chicken noodle soup? No

do I want some now? Yes I do

anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this.

[danikamariewrites]

hello! I just read the Cassian taking care of the reader who has depression and it made my day so much better! Can you please write a similar one with Azriel as well? 💕

Let Me Be Your Sunshine

Azriel x reader

Warnings: mental heath struggles and depression

You woke up late, again. This was the third day in a row that you slept in. Usually if you sleep in Azriel wakes you up when it’s still morning, but it’s afternoon now.

You did need to catch up on your sleep though. After two weeks of waking up early and going to sleep at ungodly hours you were exhausted.

Padding into the bathroom you look at yourself in the mirror, rubbing at your face. Your hair was in knots, you’d been too lazy to brush them out so you had just been throwing your hair up. And the bags under your eyes were deep purple they were almost black.

Letting out a long sigh you lean over to rest your head on the cool marble counter. It was time to admit that things were bad. Your depression was clearly back with a vengeance. Hell, you couldn’t even lift your arms to brush your hair.

You needed Azriel. He always knows what to do.

Exiting the bedroom you set out to find Azriel. You found him sitting in the living room perched on his favorite arm chair reading. “Az,” you croaked out. As soon as he laid eyes on you he was rushing over to you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

Your eyes slid shut as you pushed into his chest soaking up his warmth. Az was so comfortable you just wanted to stay in his arms forever.

He tried to run his fingers through your hair but hit a knot. Picking up strands of your hair to inspect it you heard his heart beat increase slightly. Azriel pulls away from you, your eyes opening, cupping your face in his hands to inspect you.

A sad look crept onto his face when he saw how tired you were. “Oh, baby,” he said softly. Rubbing his thumb across your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered closed again at the feeling of his fingers. “I’m tired Az. I’m so, so tired.”

Azriel picked you up, resting your head on his shoulder, carrying you back to the bedroom. “I know baby. I got you, it’s ok.” He sets you down on the bed, grabbing your hair brush and sitting behind you. Azriel was gentle when it came to detangling your hair. He never pulled like you did.

Once he was done, he braided your hair in a loose plait making sure the hair tie wasn’t too tight either. Azriel kissed the back of your head, whisper, “Do you want something to eat?” You nod slowly nod.

“Let’s get you changed first. Getting dressed might make you feel a little better.” You nod again giving Az a weak smile. Az picked out a sweater and comfy pants for you. After he helps you change you cling to him again. Picking you up he takes you down to the kitchen.

Placing you on the counter he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. “What would you like?” You shrug because honestly you could eat anything right now. “Soup? Or something more filling?” You shook your head, “Soup and some bread would be good.” Your voice comes out small as your eyes meet his.

Azriel gives you a sad smile and moves away to make you your soup. He decides to make two bowls so he can eat with you. Azriel knows you’ll feel bad if it’s just you eating and he doesn’t want to give you something else to spiral about.

You two eat in silence. You brain the bowl and seem more awake than you did earlier. That makes Azriel relax a little bit. It’s good that you’re eating, you need to keep your strength up. To give yourself something to do you pick up both bowls, bringing them over to the sink to wash them.

Padding back over to Azriel you slide onto his lap, curling into him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” “Yeah. I need to or it’s going to eat me up and I don’t want to get that bad again.” You sigh out through your nose. “I’m here for you, y/n.” He says against your hair.

So you begin to tell Azriel everything. Your current worries, your anxiety, and anything else bothering you. And he listened to every single word while holding onto you tightly.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

[moonlight0934]

Chills

Adam flips over, his head pounding. It’s not an uncommon occurrence since he usually doesn’t get to eat much since money has been tight for a few months. So he ignores it, and climbs out of bed. His vision starts to tilt, but he forces himself upright.

I think I need some water.

He stumbles out of his room, moving towards the kitchen. He gets himself a glass of water, and sits down at the table. He only has a few minutes before he needs to get going to school, but he’s a little worried that if he gets up, he’s going to fall immediately. It’s quiet in the apartment meaning Kate is either asleep after the night shift, or she’s at work for an early shift. Adam finishes his glass with a sigh.

“Ok, I have to get to school.”

Adam stands up slowly, and looks around the kitchen to see what kind of food they have. There isn’t anything at all except for a few cans of beans.

“Mom probably wants to make some kind of soup with that. I’ll just wait to see if we can eat dinner together tonight,” Adam mutters, heading back to his room. The headache doesn’t go away, and he already feels sore and cold.

Please let this just be hunger and exhaustion. I can not get sick right now. We can’t afford for me to get sick right now.

Adam gets dressed slowly, and then walks to the bus stop. He gets there right as the bus rolls up. So he gets on, finds a seat, and lets himself relax. He only starts feeling worse once school starts. He can barely start to focus on what his teachers are saying, and he can’t make himself take any notes.

“Are you alright, Adam? You look off,” Mr. Jefferson, his biology teacher, asks. It’s only the first class after lunch, and he’s already getting called out on it.

“Yeah, I’m just a little off today. Nothing to worry about,” Adam replies, clutching his backpack strap tightly.

He somehow manages to make it through the rest of the day without getting questioned again, but the apartment is still empty when he gets home. So, Adam heads into the bathroom to see if they have any cold medicine. Upon finding nothing helpful in there, Adam ends up collapsing onto the couch. He’s shaking, but can’t find it in himself to get up to grab a blanket or jacket. Adam curls up in the corner of the couch, his head pounding harder. He yawns, frowning when he realizes that he left the lights on.

I shouldn’t waste electricity. I would have to get up though.

Adam sighs heavily, and forces himself onto aching legs. He flips the lights off, and changes clothes since he’s up anyway. He grabs a jacket, and pulls it on too before setting a timer on the stove so that it’ll go off at five. he crawls back onto the couch, bringing his knees up to his chest. He tucks his face into the arm of the couch.

John Winchester kneels down in front of Adam.

“Hey, you ready to go?” he asks, referring to the baseball game they’re going to be late for if they don’t leave now.

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Come on, we already talked about this.”

“I still won’t want to go with you. Can’t I just stay home with you, Mom? I really don’t want to go to a game this year,” Adam begs, turning back to Kate.

She gives him a tired and worn out smile.

“I’m sorry, dear, but I already picked up another shift so I can get you a good birthday present.”

“Then I’ll stay home alone. I do it all the time.”

“I don’t want you to spend your birthday alone, baby. I promise that you’ll have a good time. Just give it a chance.”

I’ve been giving it a chance for years. I don’t want to go.

“Fine, I’ll go. Thanks anyway, Mom. Let’s go.”

“That’s it,” John says, putting a hand on Adam’s shoulder.

Adam feels his eyes fill with tears as John leads him out to his car.

Adam wakes up to the timer on the stove going off.

“Should have known it was a dream. I’ve never actually been brave enough to say any of that,” Adam mutters, closing his eyes again.

Waking up, this time his throat is dry, his muscles are screaming, and the lights are sending sharp flashes of pain into Adam’s head. He forces himself up to turn the stove off, though he does have to lean against the wall to keep himself upright as he’s making his way to the kitchen. He’s shaking like a leaf, chills racking his body.

This might be worse than I thought. I wonder when Mom is going to get home. Why did I set this timer again?

Adam turns the timer off, letting himself use the counter to stay on his feet.

“Right, I was supposed to start dinner since Mom doesn’t normally have time. I just need to… I can’t though. I don’t want to get Mom sick. Also, we don’t have food in the house. Someone was supposed to grocery shop before they got home, and I don’t think it was supposed to be me,” Adam muses, his words being effected by how badly he’s shaking.

I guess I’ll just go sit back down. I’ll try to read something so I don’t go back to sleep.

His plan doesn’t go exactly the way he wanted it since his vision starts swimming as soon as he starts walking again.

“Ok, no book. I’m just gonna sit back down.” Adam lowers himself onto the couch again. “Hopefully this is just a bug, and I’ll be feeling better in the morning. I wonder if Mom’s going to be awake enough to notice that something’s going on when she comes in.”

A big part of him is hoping that she isn’t, and he doesn’t have to bother her. She always does everything she can for him when he gets sick, and he knows how busy she is right now. He doesn’t hold out much hope though. Kate notices everything. He drifts in and out of sleep until the door opens. Kate walks in, setting her bag down on the floor.

She looks better rested than she has in a while, leading Adam to assume that she must have had the night off last night. It’s only six, so it must have been a shorter day today too. He smiles to himself as he watches her puts her keys away too. Kate is smiling too, holding some kind of bag. Then she notices him peeking over the back of the couch. Her smile immediately dips, but still doesn’t fully disappear.

“Are you hot? Your face is kind of red, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just wasn’t feeling too well,” Adam says, giving up any pretenses about her not finding out.

“Oh, how long? I didn’t get anything from your school,” Kate says, walking over. She puts the bag down on the table, and puts a hand to Adam’s forehead. “You’re running a temperature. I’m going to get the thermometer to get an exact reading. Just stay here.”

Adam hums, leaning back into the couch. Kate comes back a few minutes later, and Adam forces his eyes back open.

“How long have you been feeling sick, sweetheart?”

“Since I got up this morning. It was mostly just a headache this morning though, so I went to school anyway.”

“Hm, you’re at a hundred and two. Have you taken anything?”

Adam shakes his head. “We didn’t have anything in the house. I thought we would have Tylenol at least, but no such luck.”

“I’m sure I have something in my car. Let me go look while I get the rest of the groceries.”

She kisses him on the forehead, and heads back out. Kate puts the groceries down in the kitchen when she comes back in. She doesn’t put them away immediately though, turning instead to the living room.

“Take this. Here are some cough drops in case you need them, and this should lower your fever. We can talk more once I get some kind of soup going. It should help you feel better.”

Adam hums, his throat clogging up as he watches Kate bustle around the kitchen. He looks away, blinking away tears. He finds himself drifting off again before Kate comes back in. Once she is done with dinner, they eat together.

It’s quiet until Adam says, “Did you have a good day at work? You seemed happy when you came in.”

“Yeah, I did. That wasn’t why I was smiling though. I just got a raise, and my yearly bonus. I thought we could go get you something since you didn’t get any presents on your birthday this year. We can wait and talk about this later. Just know that things are going to be a little bit better now. It still won’t be great, but it won’t be as hard. I won’t have to work quite as many night shifts, and we can at least buy groceries as long as we don’t go too overboard. I bought plenty of stuff on my way home from work too. I know that sometimes it’s hard to cook with what we have in there, and I appreciate you handling most of the stuff here at home. I love you,” Kate says, reaching out to brush Adam’s hair out of his eyes.

“That’s great, Mom. You don’t have to buy me anything though. I really was fine with how my birthday went. I was just glad that you were able to take a half day.”

Kate smiles, her eyes trained on Adam. “I know, honey. You’re so kind, but I’m going to do this. I want you have something nice, and we can swing it now.”

Adam nods. “As long as you’re sure we can afford it.”

Kate nods too, standing up. She takes both of their bowls to the kitchen.

“Come on, we’re going to get you settled in your room,” Kate calls from the kitchen.

Adam gets up, and heads to his room. He pulls his hoodie off, and tosses it on the floor.

“I’ll get that in the morning,” he mutters before going to brush his teeth.

Kate is waiting in his room when he gets back. She has the cough drops that Adam completely forgot, more meds, and a water bottle. She’s arranging the stuff on his nightstand so he can reach everything.

“You’ll need to take the meds as soon as you wake up tomorrow.”

Adam nods, climbing into bed. Kate tucks him in, then sits down on the floor beside his bed. As Adam closes his eyes, he can hear Kate start to sing. It’s always been like this when he’s sick. She takes care of him, and sings him to sleep, making sure that he’s comfortable. It only renews his will to take care of his mother when he gets out of school. After all, in his eyes, Kate deserves the whole world.

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

Egotober day 5: Calm

Dark was leaning against the kitchen counter, his head down as he weakly glared at the kettle as the water began to bubble within it.

Today was a bad day, if he hadn’t needed to eat he wouldn’t be out of bed right now but he’d been hungry, making his stomach cramp, on top of his bones and muscles aching. Now the bowl he’d used to eat soup was discarded into the sink, to be washed at a later point when he didn’t feel like he was about to collapse.

He took in a deep breath, the movement of his ribs causing his spine to pop in a few spots, his left knee doing the same annoyingly sharp noise as he stepped closer to the cupboard, near the previously mentioned sink, to recover a box of teabags from its spot. He didn’t remember when he’d thought putting the tea near the sink, instead of near the kettle, was a good idea but that didn’t matter, not right now.

Dark had, finally, after a few minutes of struggling to find a proper grip on his mug, gotten himself settled in the living room. The house was calm, the ever present shadow of one he use to call his friend looming in the doorway at this time.

He didn’t mind the house keeping an eye on him, keeping him company as he reclined back in thinly veiled agony. As the front door opened he saw the silhouette in the doorway turn its head and disappeared into the wall.

“Damien, I’m home!”

Dark sighed, not responding as he listened to the approaching footsteps.

“Dames?”

“Living room Wilford.”

“Ah! There you are!” The pink man smiled brightly before taking in the sight of his lover. “You look exhausted… everything ok?”

“I’ve been better.”

“You know what, I’m going to get into something more comfortable and be right back to take care of you.” Wilford said, kneeling before Dark, cupping his jaw and feeling the slightly clammy skin. “I’ll be right back.”

“Do as you wish, I’m too tired to stop you.”

“I know.”

Wilford was uncharacteristically calm when he entered the living room again, a thick and soft blanket in his arms.

“I’m just going to drape this over your shoulders if you don’t mind.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“Good, good. Here.”

Dark closed his eyes, a low hum escaping him as the warmth of the blanket enveloped him. He was so tired.

“Did you want to cuddle?”

“Please… I want you close.”

“Very well.” Wilford said before starting to set up a spot to lean against at one end of the couch and allowing Dark to guide them into a comfortable position.

Several minutes later and the house somehow bringing a bottle of water and one of painkillers later, Dark was dozing off against Wilford’s chest, those strong arms wrapped around him as they cuddled under that warm blanket. It had been exactly what he’d needed to at the very least distract himself from the pain and relax.

Perhaps a calm evening like this would be nice to replicate on a good day as well.

[xanadontit]

Today has been largely exhausting and annoying so let’s focus on some good stuff and turn this shit around, shall we?

I made an excellent chicken tortilla soup! I know it’s not really soup weather but it’s an easy crockpot meal which means dinner was done by 8am.

Had leftover pasta from last night and now I need every pasta dish to include balsamic vinegar and Brie cheese. Perfect.

We had a lovely - if a bit chaotic - time with D and her family. But I think chaos is to be expected at a four year-old’s birthday party? Birthday girl loved the books we got her and her baby sister is fully obsessed with E. If he is in her line of sight she reaches for him and squawks or grunts to get his attention until he takes her. The big girl got in bed with us on Sunday morning and wakes up happy and jazzed to greet the morning. Inspiring, honestly.

Landlord said if we coordinate the repair person for the dishwasher he will cover it! Yes!

Ok I’m gonna go eat some soup.

[keneestorytimelibrary]

Rockey Chapter 15

‘This has turned out to be very weird.’ I said to myself as the Ragazza ushered me to my bathroom. She kept nagging me to wash up because my room (apparently) stinks. And for some reason, I felt very uncomfortable walking around with my fucking boxers in front of her. ‘E io sono un dannato uomo, di cosa dovrei essere imbarazzato?’

If she was nervous or uncomfortable, she didn’t show it. She left me sitting on my toilet as she prepped a bath for me. As she waited for the water to warm up, she began humming a tune.

“Ragazza, I know how to prep a Goddamn bath. I don’t need your help.” I said hoping she would leave. I needed this weird ass feeling to go away.

“If you knew how to, your room wouldn’t smell like rancid Funyons.” she cracked back. I really wanted to say SOMETHING...ANYTHING...but she was right.

Once she had the water exactly how she wanted it, she turned to me, and said, “Get undress.”

I began coughing uncontrollably. “What?!” I yelled. I felt my face getting redder, though I would bet it was from the fever.

She laughed. “Get undress, and get in the bath. I want to put everything in the wash.”

“Wait outside.” I ordered. ‘Why the fuck am I so nervous?!’ I yelled to myself.

“You’re such a child.” she said while laughing. “I promise I wasn’t going to look anyways.” With that, she walked outside.

“Try and stay in there at least a half an hour. I’m getting you some food, and tea, ok?” she said before I heard my bedroom door open and close.

The bath did surprisingly help; I found myself nodding off in the warmth. I was, unfortunately, awoken by a series of knocks.

“Oye Raffa, are you ok in there?” the Ragazza said behind the closed door. For some reason, I jumped up from the tub, and nearly slipped.

“Ragazza, you scared the fuck out of me!” I screamed.

“Stop acting like a little bitch, and grab these warm clothes from me. After you get dressed, I need you to brush your teeth.” she ordered.

‘Who died and made this girl the boss?!’ I said, half amused by her sudden “boost”’.

I grabbed the clothes, and (surprisingly) followed her instructions. Once I got out of the bathroom, I was immediately greeted by a light chill; it was like she had all the windows open or the a.c. on. Needless to say, it didn’t help with the pounding headache I was experiencing.

“Come on, get in bed.” the Ragazza said, gently pushing me from behind. I shuffled to bed, and she tucked me in. To be honest, I was highly disturbed.

“This feels weird…” I said, finally realizing how drowsy I was.

“What feels weird…” the Ragazza asked as she grabbed the hot bowl of soup she placed on my nightstand.

“You’re taking care...really weird…” I said, I was barely awake now.

“Just shut up, and eat some of this soup. I need you to take this medication before you sleep.” she said. I felt the steam from a spoon close to my mouth. Opening my mouth felt like an impossible task, but I managed (barely). ‘What’s wrong with me? Have I always been this tired?’

She fed me a few spoonfuls before I couldn’t eat anymore. The room was spinning, and all I wanted to do was throw up.

“Here.” she said quietly. I felt her slip two pills in my mouth, before she stuck a straw in. “The first pill is Melatonin; it’ll help you go to sleep. The second pills are extra strength Tylenol; it’ll help with the fever.”

I swallowed the pills without question, and made myself comfortable, before going off to sleep. “Grazie...Rebecca…”, I knocked out before realizing what I said.

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. “Dannazione.” I sat up, and reached for my cell phone. I quickly realized, however, that I wasn’t alone.

The Ragazza placed a chair next to my bed, and had rested her head on my mattress. Her hair was messy, and she looked absolutely exhausted. ‘When did she get here?’ I asked myself, completely forgetting last night’s events.

I looked around and noticed that my room had been cleaned. (Once I got sick, I remember throwing everything around). My bed was cleared of my things, and was placed at the far corner of my mattress. My alarm was still going off, so I quickly jumped out of my bed to silence my phone.

“You’re awake?” the Ragazza asked. I turned to see her awake, and rubbing her eyes. Without a beat, she gathered her hair into a messy bun.

“Ragazza, go back to sleep. It’s 5am.” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“No, no...let me take your temperature.” she said. She walked up to me (her eyes still partially closed) and rested her forehead against mine. Though it lasted a few seconds, it felt like hours. I held my breath (for whatever reason) as she checked my temperature.

“You’re a lot cooler. I’d take another Tylenol if I were you.” she said. “You should go back to sleep. I’ll have Arthur bring you up breakfast in a bit.”

She placed two fingers on my chest, and pushed me back. “Seriously, go to sleep.”

Though I would normally wake up and go about my day, I wasn’t going to fight her. She walked back to the night stand, and gave me another Tylenol and Melatonin.

As I took the pills, she began to walk out. Just as she got to the door, I said, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

She turned and smiled for the first time. I don’t know why she never smiled before? “You’re welcome Raffa.”

I felt myself holding my breath for some reason. She didn’t go though; it looked like she wanted to ask me something. After a few minutes, she asked, “Who is Rebecca?”

[zerokrox-blog]

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

You choose the ships!

I decided to put two of the prompts together with one ship and the third one with a different ship.

Prompt 1 +2

“What are you doing up?  Come to bed.” + Puts head on the other’s shoulder Chrissy/Robin

Chrissy was having a good day. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. She was bundled up in a warm coat and wearing a cozy hand-knitted scarf her girlfriend Robin had made for her on their anniversary. She smiled as she buried her face deeper into its soft fluffy warmth. She hummed as she walked through the snow. She was heading home after a long shift at the restaurant she worked at while she was in school. Chrissy was carrying home takeout as Robin hadn’t been feeling so good this morning, she had woken up earlier in the day with an intense stomach ache and headache. So Chrissy brought her home some hot veggie-soup with warm freshly baked bread from the local bakery. 

She continued humming as she walked up the narrow road towards the home they shared. She walked up the path and entered their cozy home. She saw Robin on their couch in the other room which made her pause because Robin had told her she was going to sleep on their bed upstairs. 

Robin shifted and let out a small sound as she sat up. Chrissy moved in closer to her after taking off her shoes, coat and sweater. Robin rubbed her eyes and looked at her quietly. There was a look of confusion on her face.   

“I’m home baby.” she kept her voice low, “what are you doing up, darling? I thought you’d be in our bed? Did something wake you up?”

Robin nodded, still sleepy. “I missed you. And I can’t sleep without you next to me.” 

Chrissy turned red, her heart warmed. She settled beside her girlfriend, her Robin and pulled her close.

She sucked in a deep breath and Robin rested her head on Chrissy’s shoulder, eyes slowly falling shut. Chrissy pressed a small kiss to her head, “sleep baby. I brought home soup and bread for when you’re ready. I’ll warm them up for you ok?” 

Robin nodded, eyes falling completely shut. She would rest for now and at some point later she would wake up hungry, ready to eat. But for now she was warm and tired. Chrissy was holding her close so she slept on.

Prompt 3

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.” Chrissy/Eddie/Steve

It had been a rough few nights. Eddie was in Chicago with the band. They had some gigs there. Chrissy was in Boston visiting family, and Steve was home, alone. He worked long days so he’d be exhausted enough to crash without overthinking and actually sleep. But he couldn’t. The three of them had conference calls nightly to catch up, But right now Steve wanted to scream. He was overtired but his nightmares mixed with the silence was not a fun combination. 

On Friday night a full week without his partners, Steve was at his wits end. He kept shifting in their big empty bed. The pillows that Chrissy and Eddie used didn’t really smell like their shampoo anymore. And the blankets felt too hot but also not quite hot enough and he was too cold if he took it off, so after tossing and turning for several long hours he gave up. 

He got up, slipped on a shirt from Eddie and a pair of shorts from Chrissy and stumbled into the main room where he flicked on the TV. He went into the kitchen to make himself a hot cocoa. Once that was done he went to the couch and settled down curling up using a soft blue blanket. He slipped it slowly watching the cheesy comedy sketch playing on TV, keeping it on low hoping he’d sleep. 

So he dozed, the Tv actually covered up the sound of the front door opening, but it didn’t cover up the voices coming from the front hall. Immediately he felt his body relax. 

Chrissy and Eddie stepped into the main room, spying Steve blearily looking at them. 

“Hi baby love.” Chrissy kept her tone low. 

“Hi.” he breathed. “you’re home?” 

Eddie nodded and moved closer. “Why are you here honey boy. Is there a problem with our bed?” 

Steve shook his head and mumbled out, “not safe without. But now you’re both home. I already feel sleepier. Are you going to sleep?” 

Both of them nodded. Steve held out his arms and Chrissy laughed warmly. Eddie pulled Steve into his arms. “Sleep love, we have you and we are home, sweetheart.”

Steve nodded and tucked his face into Eddie’s neck but not before both of them heard him say, “I just feel calmer. When I’m with you. Keep me safe. I will keep you safe and both of you are home.”

Eddie and Chrissy caught each other’s eyes. Their boy was precious to them both and the fact he felt safe enough to tell them how he was feeling. Well…it just meant they’d have to keep it going. He deserved the best and they were more than happy to help him feel safer and calmer.

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[klainesheilen]

wintertime sadness

I know that we are in autumn, but that’s my way of being funny. So yea, I like autumn, I love seeing these colorfull trees, love to see how it starts getting colder so I can wear flannels, hoodies, sweaters, love getting cozy in my bed with a book and a hot drink. There is so much I love about autumn, but I hate that in the past few years with every October I’m getting into a seasonal depression. It is even harder when university starts and I have firstly get into my new routine. Everything feels so chaotic, unorganized. The feeling of meaninglessness hits quite after. Combined with an emptiness. It seems - no it is like I can’t enjoy autumn.

University, work, university, work, getting some readings done in the library, university, writing and answering emails, university, work. I went to the gym one day this week, but I couldn’t enjoy it. Was it because of the idea that I could have been productive in an academic way instead? Or does my depression takes/took all the joy of the things I enjoy usually? For weeks now I’m feeling exhausted, it doesn’t matter what I do I have the feeling if I close my eyes for a second too long I’ll fall asleep immediately. But then in the evening I'm lying in my bed and CANT fall asleep.

What can I do to change the feeling back into enjoying autumn? This question is stuck in my head for some days now. I’m looking at this week. I mean, I enjoy getting stuff for university done, but I know that this is more of a coping thing rather than doing it because I enjoy it (Like yes, I enjoy it, but I know myself that right now I'm doing it mainly to overwork myself so I don’t have to think my thoughts). I bought some vitamin D pills. I haven’t took them before, but I think it is worth trying since this seasonal depression comes back each year (But then: will they actually help or are they just helping because I tell myself so?). To be honest, it’s hard for me to list things I could do to enjoy autumn again. Sure I can be like:

go for a walk in the forest (ugh, the weather is too rainy and windy lately)

make/get yourself a hot beverage (uh, ok, then what?)

lit a candle and start reading (seriously, what is the point?)

PUMPKIN SOUP (already made one and here I’m still writing about enjoying autumn)

etc …

In the morning when I want to put on new underwear, but can’t find any fresh ones, I look at my pile of dirty laundry, think “Oh boy, I’m in an episode again” and debate if it’s easier to make the laundry or to take the bus to the city to get new ones.

During the day I realize I should eat, but then I look and at all the used dishes that I have collected in my sink. “Gosh, I should get my shit together”. I’ll do them later will I?, but now let me have some ricecakes with peanutbutter.

In the evening I want to do some yoga, just like I told myself over the whole day. I roll out the mat. And there are to many thoughts in my brain, on my mind. I give up and want to read in my bed a book instead. As I open the book I realize how exhausted I actually am. “I can’t even keep my eyes open.“ I go to sleep and stay awake.

Restless night. Next day and it feels like a repeat.

So yea, I’m in an episode right now and I don’t know how to enjoy autumn anymore. Help?

[spideyzgirl]

↳ *science 🧪* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ tom feels helpless ever since you caught a cold, but you have an idea on how he can make you feel better.

warnings ↠ some fluff, smut, oral sex (f receiving), bad writing

pairing ↠ tom holland x reader

wc ↠ 1.1k

taglist | masterlist

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being stuck in bed with a runny nose and a throbbing headache was not how you were expecting to spend your day.

tom basically ordered you to call out sick from work today, not wanting you to work in those conditions, exhausting yourself even more.

he felt terrible for leaving you like this, but he had errands to run, so you insisted on him going. they checked on you every so often, and sam even made you soup, so you were in pretty good hands.

although, you were grateful for them, but you found yourself growing desperate for toms return. watching movies and snacking was getting boring. you needed someone to cuddle.

to your luck, you heard tom walk inside, chatting loudly with the boys in the front room. as he traveled towards the room, he could hear the sounds of you blowing your nose behind the door.

“hey darling,” he smiled at you softly. “i brought you some things from the store.” he shook the bag of goodies around with a goofy grin, making you laugh. he was careful not to stomp around as he walked to you, minding your headache.

“aw, really?” you smiled at how thoughtful he was.

“yeah, of course. it’s the least i could do after leaving you to suffer all day.” he laid out your favorite snacks and you gushed.

“oh tommy, you didn’t have to.”

“really? ok i’ll just take them back to the store. or better yet, i’ll just eat them.” he teased.

“no, stop! i’ll eat them, i just want you to hold me right now.” you pouted and made grabby hands at him, making smile and give in.

after kicking off his shoes, he climbed under the covers with you and held you close, not even caring about catching your sickness. he frowned sympathetically at the feeling of your burning hot skin against his.

“your fever didn’t let up, huh?” he mumbled in your ear.

“nope, not by much,” you sighed. “headaches still here too.”

“i’m sorry darling,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i wish there was more i could do. i feel helpless.”

you thought about anything he could do for you, and that’s when a rather suggestive idea occupied your mind.

“you know,” you smirked. “i was watching a lot of science crap on tv and they said that orgasms can help take away headaches.”

“get out of here.” he chuckled.

“i’m serious, you can even look it up.”

without hesitation, he pulled out his phone, playfully narrowing his eyes at you from behind it. you giggled as a smirk drew to his lips as he was reading.

“wanna try it?” he asked eagerly. “in all honesty, you don’t even need to be sick for me to do this.”

you nodded and bit your lip, watching as he rolled your shirt up, leaving tender kisses all over your breasts, and trailed them slowly down your stomach. he helped you out of your shorts and panties, nearly moaning at how you were dripping wet.

“fuck, y/n. i haven’t even got started yet.” he chuckled lowly. he spread your legs wider, gaping hungrily at the mess you made for him.

you whined as he blew air on your cunt, making you cry out impatiently. “tom please do something-“ you cut yourself off with a strained moan when he finally placed his tongue on you, dragging his tongue from your slit to the hood of your clit.

you let your head land on your pillow as your mouth hung open. he was absolutely devouring you. his tongue flicked your clit furiously, causing your back to arch.

he moaned at the sweet taste of you, sending vibrations to your core, stimulating you even more. you couldn’t help but squirm under him, the feelings of ecstasy he was giving you were hitting you hard. he threw your legs over his shoulders with ease, and placed his hand over your stomach, keeping you nice and still for him.

you cried out as he slid two fingers inside of you, thrusting them at a rapid pace, causing filthy squelching sounds. he replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing the life out of your sensitive bud, as his tongue plunged in and out of your hole. you felt hot tears running down your cheeks and your chest heaved.

you felt your high approaching you quickly, but you felt tom pull away. you whined and glared at him. you opened your mouth to talk but before you could complain he shushed you.

“when you cum, i want you to look at me. i wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum in my mouth, okay?”

you nodded and gasped once he dipped his tongue back inside you and tweaked your clit with his fingers. you felt the knot form in your stomach again and you remembered to keep eye contact with him.

looking at him with his head buried between your legs was a sight to behold, you couldn’t help but grind yourself against his face. you almost screamed once your long-awaited climax came crashing down. your legs trembled as you fisted the sheets, all while maintaining intense eye contact with tom.

he slowed to a stop and smiled at you sweetly. “you did so good for me baby.” he stroked your outer thigh while he slurped up your juices that were running down your inner thighs. he sat up, and licked his lips and fingers clean of you.

“hey, i’ll be back, i’m gonna clean you up a bit okay?”

you nodded and rested against the pillows again. tom came back with a wet cloth, and began cleaning you up, minding your sensitivity.

“so, you feel any better?” he asked as he pulled you into his chest again.

“i do, actually. my headaches mostly gone and i don’t feel like i’m being crushed by a boulder anymore.” you smiled happily.

“that’s good darling.” he kissed your head softly. “god i love science.”

“i thought you said you failed science-“

“shut your mouth.”

after a while of comfortable silence, you started laughing as you stared at your phone, making toms eyebrows shoot up in confusion.

“what’s so funny?”

“check the group chat,” you wheezed.

tom looked at the group chat which contained you, harrison, sam, harry, and tuwaine. the chat was filled with them pleading you and tom to be quiet.

“harry said he’s “drilling nails into his eardrums”?” tom laughed loudly as he read more of their complaints.

“hm… let’s do it again. i’m feeling a little congested.” you smirked.

“you’re on.”

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[griffintail]

Okay so I'm on an angst kick tonight so here's a fic about how Little bee feels about all her new siblings.

Old news

Bee was hitting her breaking point, ANOTHER new sibling? As if Michael wasn't enough now she had to complete with the literal angel that was Boo. Her step fathers new adopted child. How could her dad do this to her? Bringing in this new 'family' as if their real family wasn't God knows where alone. She missed her cousin and uncle dearly, Little (F/L) was practically her sister at this point and sometimes Tommy was more of a father to her then her own dad. It drove the teen up the wall how quickly her father discarded them.

Now she's supposed to consider these strangers her family? No way in nether.

If anyone wants to expand on this feel free too, I wanted to write an argument but I can't think of good dialog for it.-🦊

Hahaha. Angst that I feel on a personal level. I didn’t add Little boo because I try to keep the characters separate when I write for the Lost Ones kids but there’s most certainly Michael! I really wanted to write this....NON-CANON TO LOST ONES

Old News

Pairing: Parental! Tubbo x F! Teenage! Reader

Part 2

Warnings: Angst, Misread Situations, Feelings of Neglect

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         She sat alone at the docks, looking back to see her father playing with Michael in the upper story window. She huffed angrily as she looked back to the freezing water.

         …They were supposed to go fishing today. But Michael was sad.

         They were supposed to go last week but Ranboo wanted a day together with no kids. So, she had to watch the stupid zombie piglin…

         God, she never thought she’d miss the days when Uncle Tommy would drag her and Tubbo off on dangerous adventures. She never thought she’d miss all his yelling…she never thought she’d miss L��Manberg…With all the good memories that it held inside…

         At this rate, she’d start missing how her father and Tommy fought Dream all the time!

         “Hey.” She jumped, looking up to see Foolish. “You’re shaking kid, you should get inside.”

         Her jacket had long since felt cold. She just didn’t want to go inside and listen to dad talk to Michael though. Not when he hadn’t properly talked to her in months. She looked at the house before looking at Foolish.

         “Is the mansion warm?”

         “Uh, kind of. There should be a few rooms, come on.”

         She got up and followed Foolish inside. She’d go to her actual room later…for now, she just wanted to sit and watch the trees sway without thinking about everything she missed…

         …

         She stirred her mushroom soup as she sat at the dining table inside their home after night fell. Ranboo was out, thank god, but Tubbo was upstairs with Michael again and she had to make and eat dinner for one…

         “Hey, I need to talk to Foolish before he leaves. Watch Michael for a few minutes alright?” Tubbo asked her as he jumped down from the ladder.

         “Ok.” She muttered.

         “Thanks.” He smiled before rushing out.

         She rolled her eyes and kept eating her warm soup. The kid wouldn’t die, he was old enough to be fine. There was no need to make her eat cold soup to watch the stupid zombie piglin. After a few bites though, she heard a loud thud upstairs and she face-palmed before going up the ladder.

         The little zombie piglin was sniffling as a little bit of blood trickled from his forehead.

         “What happened?” She sighed, going over and sitting in front of the zombie piglin, wiping the blood away with her sleeve.

         Michael pointed to the bed and the floor and she shook her head.

         “You jump off the bed?” And he nodded. “Yeah, that hurts like hell. I fell off a lot of crap, mostly because Uncle Tommy dared me but I digress.”

         Michael gave a snort and she gave a small glare with no actual heat behind it.

         “You think that’s funny little shit?” She asked and Michael shrank but she smiled. “I’m just joking. But hey, watch out, I’ve been taught by a lawyer, I’ll sue you next time.”

         She didn’t hate Michael; she just didn’t like how he and Ranboo got all of her father’s attention. Michael was a funny kid and smart when given the chance. She just wanted to avoid him though so she didn’t have to think about what he gets that she can’t.

         “Alright, come on, I think there’s some of those special potions for you downstairs.” She said, standing up.

         The teenager was about to pick him up when Tubbo came into the room.

         “Hey, how—What happened?!” Tubbo exclaimed, rushing to Michael, not a second glance to (Y/N).

         “Oh, he just fell a bit.” (Y/N) said.

         “He fell?! How? Weren’t you watching him?” Tubbo asked her with even looking at her as he carefully looked at the minor cut on Michael’s head.

         “Dad, he’s fine. It’s just a little cut from a fall.” She wasn’t watching him but she also wasn’t going to tell on Michael that he just jumped off the bed.

         “You call this fine?!” He motioned to Michael as he finally looked at her.

         “Yeah, I had a lot worse going on adventures with you and Uncle Tommy.”

         “Yeah! But he’s not you!” Tubbo huffed looking away.

         (Y/N) was taken aback by that. He wasn’t her…No, no Michael wasn’t her. He was better than her, just look. Michael always has her father’s attention. What was she? Just…just a disappointment.

         Tubbo canceled plans with her, Tubbo rarely spoke to her as much, Tubbo barely spared her a glance some days. He had a better family now…

         “You’re right.” She whispered, Michael giving little snorts seeing the tears in the older girl’s eyes. “I’m going to go.”

         “I think that will be best,” Tubbo said, once more not looking at her as he picked Michael up.

         Her lip quivered before nodding as she rushed downstairs. Tears poured down her cheeks as she grabbed a bag and threw her clothes in. Nothing else.

         She left the house, hearing nothing from her father as she walked away from Snowchester.

         It was better for everyone…They could be happy without her bothering them now…

         The darkness surrounded her as she clutched her bag as she crossed the path back towards Dream SMP land. As she got across, she looked up at the well-lit hotel her uncle had finally won back. Without much thought, she dashed up the path to the building. As she got to the door, she hesitated.

         Would it be better for her uncle if she didn’t bother him? Would he be happier?

         “(Y/N)?” She heard behind her and she once more jumped as she looked to see Tommy walking past the gates to the hotel.

         He stopped seeing her red eyes and the tears staining her cheeks, along with the bag by her side. He then rushed over, taking her arms.

         “What happened? Who hurt you? Who the fuck is going to die?”

         At his words, she sobbed. She hadn’t felt this cared about in months…

         Tommy was startled before hugging her tightly. “Hey, it’s ok, kid. I’ll fuck up their shit for you. No need for the waterworks. Let’s get inside.”

         He brought her inside as she cried harder and he didn’t get much of an explanation once she calmed down as she didn’t want to talk about it but he set her up with a room and told her they’d talk about it tomorrow when she got some rest. Yes, Tommy was worried but he knew that he couldn’t just force the kid to tell him everything when she looked exhausted.

         “I don’t know how Tubbo fucked this up, but I’ll fuck up his shit later,” Tommy told her, ruffling her hair. “After I beat the ass of who hurt you. Get some rest.”

         He left the room after that as she held back the tears this time. If only he knew, and lord did it feel so good to feel like someone cared…She had missed Uncle Tommy…

         …

         Tubbo came to (Y/N)’s door later after putting Michael to sleep. Tubbo felt guilty about getting so snippy with his daughter. She was right, kids get hurt. He remembered the clumsy little girl that would fall down all the time or who he’d have to catch after Tommy dared her to jump from various places. It made him feel guiltier when Michael tried to stick up for her, trying to take all the blame.

         He hadn’t been angry; he was just scared. He had fucked up in some areas with (Y/N), he couldn’t fuck up again. Michael wasn’t the same as her, he was more fragile, a different creature entirely, which meant he had to be extra careful. It was better she went to her room though, so he didn’t say something he’d regret. He felt regret though for being so loud with his words.

         “(Y/N).” He knocked on her door.

         She didn’t answer and he sighed.

         “I’m sorry for yelling. I didn’t mean it. I was just scared because Michael isn’t like you or me. He gets hurt a lot easier. And…shit. I forgot about fishing, didn’t I? I’m making a lot of mistakes today. I’m so sorry little lamb. I…I’ll leave Michael with Foolish tomorrow and we’ll have a day all to ourselves, no matter what. We’ll have your favorite breakfast and do whatever you want, ok? Just you and me my special little bee.”

         There was still no answer and he let out another as he nodded.

         “I’m going to stick to it! I promise (Y/N). I love you so much. Good night.”

         And he left without opening the door to see what he’d find out tomorrow…

[etherealtobio]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

part 2

— haikyuu characters and what they’d do to help you sleep ♡

— feat. akaashi, atsumu, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, kita, osamu, suna, and tsukishima

— contains: gn!reader, established relationships, food mentions, slight manga spoilers, & slight crack bc that's just how it is <3

— a/n: this is for my beloved insomniacs, and here's my first headcanon !! LETSGOOO <3 i hope u enjoy and pls reblog if u liked it !! part 2 is up now╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

⇨ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 reads you a book !! have you heard of his voice ?? SO soothing which will lull you to sleep <3 he asks you what book you want him to read but he sometimes insists on reading you stories you haven't heard before, just because he knows you'll love what he picks. sometimes would make fun of you and would search the web to read smut. he says it'll make you uncomfy and force you to sleep. you know the ones that are so explicit? yeah, we won't elaborate on that. don't ask me how he reads them with a straight face. "akaashi, please stop" "but this is really good" "yeah but i wouldn't be able to take you seriously" "then i'll read more passionately" "babe if you don't sTOP-"

⇨ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 is SO hyper. mans still has energy after volleyball practice and doesn't hesitate to ask you if you "wanna pillow fight?" ?? then proceeds to hit you before you even begin to talk. you gasp in shock as he hits your face so you try to hit him back, but the way he sways his pillow onto you is so strong which overpowers your will to do so. how strong is this man anyway ?? his last hit makes you fall back onto the bed, then he lays down beside you to trap you in his arms. "you tired?" "yes, 'tsumu, now let me go" "no" "you should've just asked if you wanted to cuddle so we can sleep" baby just wanted snuggies after all :')

⇨ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 asks "you can't sleep? mE TOO" then turns the TV on to watch a movie with you <3 he storms out the room before the movie starts and grabs a bowl of popcorn on the way back and you chose not to mind the ones that fell on the floor when he ran back to you. he likes cuddles and initiates to be the big spoon bc he wants you to be comfy. he'd pick a romcom so both of you would feel light-hearted before sleeping. but really, it's just an excuse for him to avoid watching horror movies with you, and you insist otherwise. "bo, why don't you want to watch a horror movie anyway?" "i'd be too scared to sleep" "but i'm here?" "i have you and me that i have to protect from ghosts ok" i can imagine him instantly standing up just when he hears a strange noise coming out of nowhere HFJSDGF A BIG BABY

⇨ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 is really excited to hear that you can't sleep because he was too hyper to do so. will ask you if you wanted to bike with him. bike ?? but he insists Miyagi's roads are safe to stroll around at night. he grabs the two bikes for you and both of you start to talk about life under the starry night <3 "what do you think of my spikes" "hinata, you ask me this literally everyday" "but you give me the best compliments!!" "fine, you're really good. but next time don't hit kageyama's head while serving" "you don't have to bring that up!!1!" all the cycling made you tired, so as you get back home, you feel drowsy and tired enough to fall asleep, and he is as well <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 tells you that it’s good to drink milk before sleeping. he actually does this and you notice that he’s fast asleep afterwards (when does he ever not drink milk anyways ??). whenever you tell him you can’t sleep, he makes sure that there’s a stock of milk cartons in the fridge just to make sure to never run out <3 “i can’t sleep” “how about you drink your milk” “but i'm gonna feel full” “well i’m not one who has a messed up sleep schedule, boke” he didn’t have to call you out like that 😔 but he got out of bed to pour you a glass of milk regardless <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 is really strict with you since he knows how sleep is important to you. he will NOT hesitate to wait for you to say that you can’t sleep. instead, he would give you lavender-scented candles and an eye mask before bedtime. he also cooks you boiled eggs since he says it helps with the melatonin, but will give you a tart cherry juice instead if you preferred not to eat <3 vERY responsible boyfriend, don't argue with me on this !! he'd also tell you to do the 4-7-8 breathing technique if you still can't sleep. "are you sure this will help?" "Obachan told me about this technique and it makes me fall asleep faster, try it" then proceeds to cuddle you whilst you do it. before you know it, you're already fast asleep !! although you'd have to ask him the next day about which helped you sleep faster <3

⇨ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 insists to cook you something. you told him you were too hungry to sleep, so he brings you to the kitchen so you can watch him cook :') he says ramen is too heavy to digest at night so he cooks you miso soup instead !! this soup contains a lot of benefits so he's more than glad to offer you something that will be good for you <3 you watch him prepare all the ingredients before putting it altogether like magic. even if you don't like miso, the way he cooks it will be a life-changer for you because this man not only cooks, he cooks with passion !! you both devour the carefully-made soup then head back to your room to prepare to sleep <3 "did you like it?" "i did, 'samu, it tasted really good" "don't make yourself hungry before bedtime next time" but really, you just can't resist his perfect food recipes <3

⇨ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 shows you his stolen pics of the team (especially atsumu LOL) which makes you both laugh so hard your cheeks and stomachs hurt !! he would also tell you the backstory of each picture so you would know the context. there are several questionable scenes, one of which is kita massaging his forehead in the background while atsumu flashes his butt to the team inside the locker room. another one is a blurred selfie with the team in the background dancing to tiktok songs. "and if you look closely, you'll see a disappointed aran" "i bet this was atsumu's idea" "yeah, especially this one song where you throw it back." both of you get exhausted with the laughing and cackling so you finally fall asleep afterwards, with his arm around your waist <3

⇨ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 gives you his giant dinosaur plushie. you’d be confused at first, because he doesn’t let anyone, not even yamaguchi, touch those plushies he cherishes very dearly. he actually has to choose since he has a ton of these in different dinosaur species. you know this, because he snuggles with different ones every night. you know that meme with the girlfriend sleeping with her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep? yep, that’s the sitch 😔 heart been broke so many times. BUT tsukishima is actually sweet enough to let you hold his plushies. “tsukki,, i can’t sleep” “here, have this T-rex” “but you don’t let anyone touch your plushies” “these help me sleep and it’s you anyways, take it” 🥺🥺🥺 then he insists to put the plushie between you both so he can cuddle it as well. tsukki said sharing is caring <3

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[grrumbles-galore]

Ok y’all so like, get this: stressed out tummies:

Character A has had a very stressful week, forcing them to work day in and day out with hardly any breaks or significant sleep. With this extra level of strain, A has found their stomach tied into a knot most mornings, feeling almost queasy from how tight it is, resulting in very light meals on top of everything else. They have to muscle their way through each shift, getting a few gentle rubs in when they can to try and ease the discomfort, but it never seems to work for long. By the end of the week, A is grouchy, bummed out, and flat out exhausted, clearly ready for some well deserved rest. The night that they finally get to settle down a bit, B comes over, more than willing to provide any needed comfort for poor A; they’ve watched them struggle a bit too much for too long. A lays down on the couch and curls up into a ball, eager for some good sleep, but also clearly uncomfortable. B gets concerned and walks over. 

“Hey man, you doing alright? I don’t like that grimace on your face.”

“Yeah”, A winces as they readjust their position to glance up at B, “I’m just tired.”

“Well people don’t usually scrunch up like that when they fall asleep, so I’d say something e-“

Suddenly, B’s questioning was cut off by a deep growl emitting from A’s abdomen, causing A to coil further, pressing a hand into their stomach.

“Geez man, no wonder you feel terrible; when was the last time you ate anything?”

A rubbed the back of their neck, “I mean I had a granola bar this morning.”

“Ok, and?” B motioned for A to go on, and A would have loved to, but they were having quite a hard time pulling an answer out of their pocket. They could only remember eating that granola bar this morning, and their stomach had felt so strange that they didn’t want to put anything else in there for the rest of the day.

“That’s it,” A mumbled, beginning to turn a tad red as they averted their eyes to the floor.

“Well that is about to abruptly change,” B replied, turning to their right and heading for the kitchen.

“Ah, B wait,” A began, head now leaning backwards to see B from the couch. “I still just don’t feel all that great, and I really don’t want to get sick, and I want to sleep more than anything right now. Maybe I could just eat tomorrow?”

“A, did you hear your stomach at all? That is the exact cry of a tummy that is sad, overworked, and empty.”

But before A could protest, their stomach gave a small rumble in agreement, leading A to rest their hand over the talkative organ.

“See?” B said with a grin, and turned around to go make dinner.

After about half an hour, B gently walks over to the couch and nudges A awake, telling them it’s time to eat. With a bit of help, A hauls themselves upwards and throws their feet over the edge of the couch, beginning to make their way towards the kitchen. Upon sitting down in front of a fresh pot of soup, the smell wafting up all around them, A suddenly finds a new feeling other than nausea begin to twist in their belly. As B lifts the ladle out of the pot and dumps a sizable portion of soup into A’s bowl, A’s stomach sounds a low rumble, clearly in anticipation, A clenching their hand over it in surprise.

B chuckled, “Alright, calm down, tell your stomach I can only go so fast.”

“Sorry,” A blushed.

“No, don’t be sorry,” B said as they gave a reassuring smile, “it just means you’re hungry.” B slid a bowl full of soup over to A and twirled a spoon in between their fingers before handing it over as well. A smiled back at B before refocusing on the meal in front of them which smelled absolutely divine. Forgetting that they were concerned about getting sick just a few minutes ago, A took their first mouthful of soup with zero hesitation and nearly melted where they sat. Their shoulders immediately sank and their head tilted back ever so slightly as they closed their eyes to savor the explosion of flavor on their tastebuds. The appreciative pause was not appreciated by someone though, as A’s stomach gave another quick grumble as to speed up the process. Thankfully B was too busy eating to have heard, but A had no issue answering its command, forcing themselves to count in between spoonfuls to make sure they weren’t going too fast.

As soon as both A and B were finished, A leaned back in their chair and laid a lazy hand on top of their tummy, feeling that new cozy warmth underneath their palm.

“Need me to carry you to bed, or do you think you can manage yourself?” B teased.

A gave a sleepy chuckle, “Nah, I think I can get it. Need to me to help clean up? I mean you made dinner for me, so-“

“No, you need to go to bed. You’re making me tired with how dark your eyes are. I’ve got this, you don’t need to worry about it,” B said with a warm grin and a wink. As much as A did want to help, they had no issue with the idea of crawling underneath their warm blankets with a full tummy and crashing for the night. So off A went, nearly dragging themselves to their room and slinking into bed, already halfway asleep. As they drifted off, small, content gurgles could be heard every now and then from underneath the covers, and A made small, content hums right along with it

[shingia]

i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this request before (feel free to ignore if u have loll) but could i request how hq boys would help u when ur hungover.... cause i am big time rn LMAO please and thanks <33

✗ HQ BOYS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGOVER ✗

the way i ran to my drafts to start writing this omg 🏃🏻‍♀️ ngl it almost made me miss being hungover <\33 anyways- hope you’ll feel better v soon and are taking care of your poor hungover self 😽

-> timeskip! kita, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, oikawa

-> warnings : mentions of alcohol (for obvious reasons), mentions of throwing up and mentions of food

— KITA

• this man knows how to handle a hangover better than anyone

• he’s a moderate drinker, but his grandmother’s books contain the cure to everything and he’s more than willing to make you benefit from his knowledge

• he will make you drink these three bottles of water, that bowl of tomato soup and that banana milkshake with a tablespoon of honey. dehydration ? he doesn’t know her

• but kita also knows how important it is to not stay in bed all day, so he’ll insist on having you spend at least thirty minutes outside in the fresh air, most probably in your backyard

• you can refuse, of course. but he’ll take away your cuddle privilege immediately, so~ your choice

• also expect a lot a few disapproving looks,,, because as much as he loves to pamper you, he can’t help but remember the dozens of times he told you you’d had enough to drink last night. obviously you didn’t listen

• i think would disapprovingly care : like- lecturing you under his breath as he sprays essential oils on your bedsheets or tests the temperature of the bath water before letting you in

• remember the cuddle privilege i talked about? yeah, that’s going to be your reward at the end of the day for not being stubborn and docilely following his instructions

• with freshly perfumed bedsheets and his natural body warmth, you’re likely to fall asleep in five second tops. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you, quite the contrary. no, this man will continue to take care of you in your sleep

• and by that i mean belly rubs to make sure your nausea is gone when you wake up, or gentle head massages to make your migraine go away. he might even brush your hair so that you won’t wake up with knots

• he doesn’t even expect you to thank him, because « isn’t that what all husbands are supposed to do ? »

— KUROO

• he’s probably hungover too because he had to finish half of your drinks,,, yet it still wasn’t enough to prevent you from waking up with the biggest headache

• in other words : dimmed lights all day. he might not even open the blinds. and to be honest he likes these kind of vibes

• sure, it feels like your brains are about to explode, and every single part of your body is aching (eyelashes included), but it’s cozy and your minds are too fogged to worry about anything other than getting better- so it’s self care and self care only today

• it’s likely that none of you will feel like eating something, but kuroo’s an athlete : he knows better than to skip a meal, especially when you both feel so weak

• so he’ll sacrifice himself and make the grueling effort of leaving the bed to cook you a little something, nothing extravagant but still enough to reinvigorate the two of you

• and since you don’t have anything better to do, you guys decide to watch the videos you took during the party,,, and slowly come to the realization that you have very few memories of what happened

• « is that you dancing on that table ? » you ask him, pointing at the man who is just a second away from tripping on a napkin

• lifting his shorts, kuroo glances at the bruise on the upper part of his thigh : « ohh- well that explains a lot »

• chances are that, because of his built, kuroo will feel better before you. so the true pampering will come later in the evening

• he’s got vitamins, ibuprofens, blankets, and his arms ready for you. you’re in for the deepest sleep of your life

— TSUKISHIMA

• « i told you so »™️

• you would wake up feeling like absolute crap and he would be eyeing you, standing next to the bed with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised : « how are we feeling ? », even though the answer is pretty obvious

• but he knows that sarcasm won’t get him anywhere so he tries to tone it down (try to)

• you might think he’s not going to do much, but as soon as you step out of the shower he forced you to take (even though you were exhausted), you realize that he did do much

• the clothes you wore last night are already in the washing machine, your new ones (most probably his) are neatly folded on your bed, waiting for you, and he’s cooking an anti-hungover meal that he looked up on the internet

• if he has to study while you’re getting some rest in the bedroom he will put reminders on his phone every 15mn to come and check on you

• and he never leaves the room without lifting the covers up to your shoulders to make sure you won’t get cold

• he also wets a towel and gives it to you to place over your eyes if they’re sore

• but as soon as he’s done studying, he joins you in bed with greatest pleasure. and it’s a good thing that tsukki loves comfortable silences, because neither of you feel like saying anything

• you’re just laying there, letting him keep track of time since you’re too busy enjoying being pampered that much

— SUNA

• blackmail material for YEARS (in addition to the videos and pictures he took of you during the party)

• he turns this into a vlog, you could be half-asleep on the couch and hear him talk to the camera from the kitchen like « so here i am making pasta for this lightweight who threw up all night... i’m still waiting for my boyfriend of the year’s award... »

• but really, he’s just being dramatic. deep down he loves to take care of you when you’re hungover because you get much clingier,,, so he allows himself to be clingier too

• as much as he loves to lay down on top of you, the roles are reversed this time. because being crushed by a 6’3 tall man while you’re hungover is probably not a very good idea

• but before these lazy cuddles, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable : so he’ll remove your makeup (if you wore any) and give you his clothes because he knows you like how oversize they are

• so yes, naps and water are definitely the keywords of the day, but tell him once that you crave one specific food and he’ll immediately go get it for you

• he’s also surprisingly careful with any possible headache, so he’ll keep his earphones on while scrolling on his phone to make sure you can rest in complete silence

• however, at some point he will hand you his phone and have you record a video for your future self. something along the lines of : « hi y/n, this is you from the past. i feel like absolute shit right now so please be more reasonable next time... and don’t let rin get more embarrassing pictures of us »

• and you can be sure that he’ll use this video as a threat next time you’re partying. he would just have to point at his phone from the other side of the room and you would understand what he means

— OIKAWA

• he’s not the person to call if you want to be talked out of partying ever again

• because not only does he spend the entire day praising you highly for the way you looked yesterday, but you also realize that he loves your drunk self (as long as he’s here to watch over you)

• he doesn’t mind you complaining because he’s had a few hangovers of his own,, so feel free to whine about your stomachache/headache all you want

• and if you throw up ? it’s ok, he’s got you. and he’s not leaving your side unless you ask him to

• literally, he spends the entire day babying you. you’re feeling too tired to brush your teeth ? no problem, he’ll have you sit on the edge of the bathtub and do it for you

• same goes for washing your hair or getting dressed : there’s nothing he’ll refuse

• if your head doesn’t hurt too much, he’ll offer to watch a stupid tv show in front of which you can fall asleep without missing anything important

• and he’ll make sure to get the right cuddle position right away because he knows you’ll probably fall asleep very quickly and he doesn’t want to wake you up by fidgeting under you

• also: expect many many scalp massages. and his hands are the softest so they feel absolutely divine

• i think oikawa knows a lot about hydration so he’ll probably make you drink something like sugary water to give you a little boost. and if you don’t trust this drink, he’ll try again with another one until you’re completely hydrated

• and as i said, he’s very supportive,, almost too much : « you finished your glass ! i’m proud of you baby! »

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[somebodycall911onabc]

Spoon me, you idiot

Post ep4x13 Buddie because my brain is just that episode on loop. Hands up if you're not ready for the season 4 finale, folks. Have some cuddling and love confessions in the meantime.

Buck helps Eddie over the threshold with one hand at Eddie’s elbow and the other pressed against his hip. Eddie’s fine, he’s fine, he’s alive, but he’s exhausted. Pain and shock weigh down his shoulders, make him unsteady on his feet.

Carla breathes in sharply at the sight of him. Then she’s stepping forward, folding Eddie into a soft embrace, pulling his head down cheek to cheek with hers. Buck drags his eyes away from his living, breathing, living friend to find Chris, who’s lying on the couch with his glasses askew, mouth open in sleep. Buck’s heart clenches like a fist. He’s going to remember Chris’s haunted, horrified expression for the rest of his life, the light dying in Chris’s eyes as Buck had to tell him… had to tell him that his dad wasn’t coming home that night.

Buck walks over to Chris and kneels down beside him. He’s pretty sure it’s the first time Chris has slept since he heard about it. The first time in more than 48 hours that the kid’s closed his eyes. Buck brushes the curls back from Chris’s forehead, trying to be gentle, not wanting to wake him.

Eddie gets down next to Buck, their knees pressing together. Buck feels the shudder that runs down Eddie’s spine, feels it echoed in his soul. Buck isn’t the religious type, but he feels like this is another miracle. Years after his first brush with death, Eddie coming home once again to his son.

With a hand on Chris’s shoulder, Eddie murmurs, “hey, my little Superman. Chris, I’m here.”

Chris’s eyes open slowly, reluctantly, until he sees his dad’s face and wakes up all at once.

“Dad!” Chris shouts, hands flying up to attach themselves to Eddie’s face. “Dad!”

Eddie’s smiling, huffing out laughter in pure, unadulterated joy at seeing his son’s delighted expression. Chris is grinning and whooping, falling forward to curl himself into his dad’s chest. Eddie lifts one arm to hold Chris close and buries his face in Chris’s hair.

Buck blinks back tears, feeling relief crash over him. He rubs his eyes and starts to get to his feet, wanting to give the Diaz boys some space, until he feels a tug on his shirt. Eddie’s hand twists in the fabric. He’s not even looking at Buck, head tucked against the curve of Chris’s skull. Buck sinks back down and tentatively puts his arms around the both of them, Chris’s knobbly spine and Eddie’s strong back, his cheek brushing Eddie’s forehead. Buck lets out a breath that trembles like an earthquake.

It feels like home. It feels impossible. It’s what he’s always wanted. It feels like something Buck isn’t allowed to have.

When they finally let go of each other, what could be a minute or a year later, Buck notices Carla standing at the end of the couch. She’s smiling fondly at all of them, and Buck realizes abruptly that this is the first time he’s seen her since the pandemic started. He gets up—although it’d be more fair to say he tears himself away—and moves toward her, and there’s always been something magic about Carla because she takes one look at him and she knows.

“I missed you,” Buck says, his nose smashed into her chin. She’s hugging him like she’s trying to pack Buck down tight and snug him into a little box where she can keep him safe. Or maybe that’s just Buck’s wishful thinking. He’s so goddamn tired.

“I missed you too, Buckaroo,” Carla says, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Buck swallows the lump in his throat her tenderness causes.

She pulls away and very gently pats his cheek, looking Buck in the eye. “He needs you, you hear?” She whispers, holding that eye contact like she’s bet money on a staring competition. “Take care of each other.”

Buck can only nod.

She lets go of him and Buck shakes himself into standing straight, even though he’d much rather crumple to the floor. But he needs to get Eddie and Chris to bed, he needs to figure out what’s still edible in the kitchen and take out the trash, he needs to call the pharmacy for Eddie’s meds and the station for Eddie’s med leave, he needs to—

“Alright boys, get some rest.” Buck blinks and Carla comes back into focus. She’s addressing all of them, voice firm. “I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow to help out.”

“Thank you, Carla,” Eddie says.

“No need for that.” She bends down to give Eddie a quick hug, and Buck hears her tell him, “just try not to get on the bad side of any more sniper-rifle-wielding nut jobs, alright?”

Eddie’s reply is somewhere between a laugh and a choked-back sob.

Buck walks Carla to the door. Before she leaves, she looks at him, sharp-eyed and commanding again. “You call me if you need anything. Anything. You look just as bad as he does.”

“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Carla.”

She narrows her eyes at him, but this is what Buck has always been best at. He wades through the hurt and the pain and just keeps going. He gives her a tight smile, reminds himself that he wasn’t the one shot (no, just the one sprayed with Eddie’s blood, he can still feel it on his skin, still taste it on his lips), and closes the door behind her.

Getting Chris and Eddie to bed is easy. Buck lifts Chris up, carries him to Eddie’s room, and pulls the covers over both the Diaz boys. Eddie tries to catch Buck’s eye while Buck leaves the room, but if Buck stops moving then he’s not sure when or if he’ll start again. Buck pulls the bedroom door most of the way closed, leaving a tiny crack in case Eddie or Chris need him in the night.

In the kitchen, the clock on the stove informs him that it’s just past 9 pm. It’s jarringly early. It feels like time doesn’t really exist, that he’s been moving in a place defined by the hours since Eddie dropped, the hours since Eddie went into surgery, the hours since Eddie woke up.

Buck opens the fridge and looks into it without seeing anything, like when you’re reading only to realize that three pages have gone by without you remembering a single word. He closes the fridge door and opens it again, and oh, there’s the carton of milk and bottle of ketchup on the top shelf, the egg carton down to its last egg, a container of left-over fried rice from… was it yesterday? Buck folds back the top flap and sniffs it, decides it will be fine for one of the boys to eat when they get up.

He closes the fridge and investigates the pantry next. Two boxes of spaghetti, a can of beans, three cans of chicken noodle soup, an unopened bag of quinoa that is probably the result of Ana because Buck’s not sure Eddie has ever heard of quinoa—like he’s taking inventory of the truck. Thermal blankets, C-spine collar kit, 3L of sterile water, 3L sodium chloride, hug-a-bear. The 118 has a blue elephant courtesy of Athena. Buck could honestly really use it right now.

Buck runs a hand through his hair and pulls out his phone, planning to make a grocery list. He sees two missed calls from Bobby and eight from Maddie. One from Chim. Hen texted him at 4pm: How you holding up?

Buck very slowly puts the phone down.

He takes a step back and grips the edge of the kitchen counter. Breathe, Buck, he thinks. Just breathe.

His vision is spotty when he opens his eyes, like he’d shut them too tight. He doesn’t remember shutting them. It doesn’t matter. Buck finds a scrap of paper in the recycling bin and a pen from the junk drawer and writes a list. It’s late, so he’ll go to the grocery store in the morning, early, make sure breakfast is on the table for when Eddie and Chris get up. Oh fuck, does he have a shift tomorrow? What day is it?

Buck puts down the pen and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. He can’t do this. He can’t stand here and pretend like he can take care of Eddie because he can’t stop seeing Eddie die. It’s in the back of his head every moment, it’s what he sees every time he closes his eyes, it’s the memory rewritten by his cells as they multiply and decay, it’s in his fucking genome now or whatever they call it—

it’s in the air he breathes, the reminder that for a moment that lasted an eternity, Eddie’s heart had stopped beating.

It’s a loud silence. Deafening.

Buck thinks, take a breath before you pass out, idiot.

Buck thinks, get a glass of water and pull yourself together.

Buck thinks, your best friend just got shot, you don’t have time for this bullshit.

Buck peels his hands away from the counter slowly, carefully, like if he makes one wrong move he’ll come away with flayed palms. He pours himself a glass of water and makes himself drink the whole thing. He picks up the list he wrote and reads it over and over and over. He thinks: what do I know is true? I’m standing in Eddie’s kitchen. I’m alive. Eddie is alive. And: I should get carrots.

Buck hiccups. Carrots—fucking—

No. Get it together. DAMN IT, Buck!

Buck bites the inside of his cheek until it bleeds and does not add carrots to the grocery list. Because apparently they cause emotional breakdowns, and Buck can’t afford one.

He puts himself to work. He ties the trash bag and then he wipes down the counters, and then he unties the trash bag to throw some paper towels in. He transfers the dishes from the sink to the dishwasher, quiet as he can, and locates a broom at the back of Eddie’s hall closet to sweep the floor.

When he’s emptying the dust pan into the trash (he’d tied and untied the bag again, but nobody’s counting, so what does it matter), Eddie says: “Are you OK?”

Buck jumps at least three feet in the air. He’s got the quads for it.

“Hey!” Buck whisper-shouts, turning to face Eddie. “What are you doing up?”

“Was wondering where you were.”

“Uh,” Buck looks around at the spotless kitchen and the broom in his hand. “Just, you know. Thought I’d be of service.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows at him. “Buck, the last thing I’m worried about is the state of my kitchen.”

“Right. That’s why I’m taking care of it. You know, so you don’t uh. You don’t have to.”

“OK.” Eddie squints at him like maybe a closer look will explain why Buck is sweeping his kitchen at 9:45pm three days after he got shot in the street in broad daylight. Buck sincerely hopes he doesn’t figure it out. He leans the broom against the counter and clips the dust pan to it in a rare display of tidiness. The pan slides down the broom handle until it hits the floor.

“When’s the last time you slept?”

Buck shrugs.

“Answer, please.”

God, what a dad.

(Not that Buck would know.)

“Uh… I think I got a few hours while you were in surgery.”

“That was two days ago, Buck,” Eddie says, frowning at him. “You look like a stiff breeze could knock you over.”

“Well, we’re inside.”

“Why are you being so stubborn? You need to sleep.”

“I’m just not really feeling it,” Buck says, folding his arms and resting his hip against the counter.

“Not giving you a choice,” Eddie says, looking extra grumpy because he can’t fold his arms. Unless you count the one in a sling as folded.

“I’m fine, Eddie. Don’t worry about me. You should be with Christopher.”

Eddie lifts his hand to his face and rubs his temples.

“Buck,” he says, “the only thing I need you to do right now is come to bed.”

“But I—“

“Come to bed, Buck.”

And it’s the repetition. It’s the look in Eddie’s eyes like a slow, early flame: the promise of a fire.

Buck’s throat is very, very dry.

“I… yeah. OK.”

Eddie gives him a small smile. Buck’s reeling. Because here’s the thing—they’ve shared a bed before. They’ve shared a too-small bunk at the station and a backseat and even a beanbag once (courtesy of a very poor decision on Buck’s part, but at least Chris likes it). But it’s always been “just bros.” It’s always been necessity. It’s been about efficiency and familiarity. Which maybe Buck is reading this all wrong and snuggling up with your best friend and his son after a near-death experience is totally no homo but… come to bed. Come to bed. Like it’s their bed. Like Buck belongs there.

Buck’s ears are ringing while he follows Eddie down the hallway to his bedroom. Their bedroom? He’s losing it.

The hallway light illuminates a strip of the room as they step inside. Buck can see Chris tucked in the sheets, curled into the rumpled spot where Eddie slid out to fetch Buck. This has to mean something, right? They’ve been dancing around and on the edge of something for so long, Buck doesn’t know how to interpret anything anymore. He loves Eddie, though. And probably the only way he’ll sleep right now is if Eddie’s in arm’s reach. So it doesn’t really matter what this is, because Buck will take any scrap of Eddie he can get, not just tonight, but always.

Eddie slips into the bed and scoots forward, leaving a space behind for Buck. Chris makes a heavy, sleepy sound and turns his head into his dad’s shoulder. Carefully, so, so carefully, Buck lowers himself onto the bed and fills the space Eddie made for him.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks, exasperated.

Buck blinks at the ceiling. “What?”

“Idiot,” Eddie mutters. “Spoon me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Buck, this bed is small enough as it is with one person. I know you’re hanging half off it right now.”

“You’re not even looking at me.”

“Call it intuition,” Eddie says, dry as the desert.

Buck gingerly turns on his side, his chest just a breath away from Eddie’s back. “I…” He swallows. “Where should I put my arm?”

“Buck, you must have done this before.”

“That’s your bad arm, Eds.”

Eddie shifts a little, his calf coming into contact with Buck’s shin. Buck breaks into a cold sweat.

“Shit, well… under the sling, then. Around my waist?”

Dry, dry, his throat is so dry.

Buck lifts his arm up and drapes it over Eddie’s waist. He shuffles in closer, pressing them together from head to toe. His nose is in Eddie’s hair, his dick is nestled in the curve of Eddie’s ass, his ankles are knocking into Eddie’s. Buck feels like he might reverberate out of his skin.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather have Ana here?” Buck whispers. His mouth is like, one inch from Eddie’s ear.

Eddie turns his head a little, so his ear actually brushes Buck’s lip. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eddie says, “There’s no one in this world I want here more than you.”

Buck stutters on his next breath.

“I wish it’d been me,” he says, suddenly. Eddie has to know. Eddie probably already knows. Buck’s grateful, so goddamn grateful, that Eddie survived. And sure, part of it is that self-deprecating shit he’s been working through with this therapist: Eddie has more to live for, Eddie has a kid, Eddie is a better man than I’ll ever be. But mostly, it’s far simpler than that.

If Eddie had died, the sniper may as well have shot Buck too. Because Buck doesn’t know how to live without Eddie. He’d found that out ages ago, when he lost Eddie under fifty feet of mud and water.

Eddie’s next words are nearly a growl. “The only good thing to come out of all this,” he says, “is that you didn’t get hurt.”

“What are you—“

“After it happened, when I was… when I was lying there, I—I looked at you. I looked at you, Buck, and I was terrified. Not because I might die, but because if I did, who was going to protect you? Who was going to keep a sniper off your self-sacrificing, heroic ass, and make sure someone came home to Chris? Who was—“ Eddie cut himself off with a sigh. “I was worried about you.”

Buck feels like… like an unbroken, empty tundra. Like a fried electric socket. Like someone dropped him to the very bottom of a very deep well.

“Eddie, Eddie I—“

“Shh,” Eddie murmurs, as Buck shakes apart. As he bends his head to hide his tears in the nape of Eddie’s neck. As he bites his tongue to stay quiet and not wake Chris up. Eddie presses backward into Buck’s hold. “I know, I know.”

“I can’t lose you,” Buck grits out between several halting breaths.

“You won’t,” Eddie says.

“I almost did.”

“You had my back.” Buck’s throat makes an awful, wheezing sound as he fights a losing battle against crying. “You got me out of there. You saved me.”

“I love you,” Buck says, losing the fight against that too.

“Buck… I…” Eddie sounds like someone knocked the wind out of him.

“Sorry,” Buck hurries to say, chest icing over with panic. “Sorry I just—“

“I love you,” Eddie interrupts. “I do. I know it took me a long time to realize, but… I’ve been in love with you, Buck.”

“Oh my god,” Buck says. I mean, what else do you say to that? No wonder Eddie froze up. Buck is in shock. “Is this real?”

“I hope so,” Eddie says. “And if it isn’t, then I’ll just have to tell you when we wake up.”

Buck feels fit to burst with more emotions than he can name. Relief, joy, fear, disbelief, pin-prickly. It feels like another miracle.

“Deal,” Buck says. And places a kiss to the fatal, devastating spot behind Eddie’s ear.

Eddie is the first thing Buck sees when he wakes up. “Good morning” are the first words he hears.

And then:

“Just so you know, I love you.”