pillow remote

Will had been having a rough day.

Of course, Will loved his job—being a doctor was what he’d always wanted to do, and helping people was what he loved, but sometimes things got pretty rough. Namely when he lost patients. Most of his coworkers were worn and experienced, less affected by the day to day hustle, but Will was easily the most sensitive.

Today’s loss had been particularly bad, a very young girl brought into the emergency room with trouble breathing. It turned out she’d inhaled some water in the pool, and they hadn’t known until her lips had begun turning purple.

By the time they had a diagnosis, it was too late, and she’d suffocated.

The children were always the hardest.

By the time Will’s shift was over, he was dragging, his shoulders slumped and his bag thrown haphazardly over his shoulder. He hadn’t changed out of his scrubs yet, his hair stuck back in a headband that he’d probably stolen from his boyfriend.

When he finally unlocked the door to his apartment and made his way inside, all he really wanted to do was cry, curl up with his boyfriend, and sleep for a solid 24 hours. He hadn’t been expecting the dark of the apartment, the lack of noise, with only the one sliver of light coming from the bathroom door. In fact, it looked a lot like it had that morning when he’d left for work.

Exhausted and worn and heavy hearted, Will wondered where Nico might be, moving toward the bedroom to take off his shoes and his jacket and to put his bag away.

He’d been expecting to find Nico napping in bed or something, maybe watching television, but the sheets were still made and the remote lay unused on the bedside table. By the time he made it over to the bathroom, he suspected something must have been wrong.

When Will entered the bathroom, gently pushing the door in after his knock received no response, his suspicions were confirmed. Nico was asleep, his head head propped up against the lip of the bathtub. The room smelled sour and Nico’s face was the slightest bit flushed, one arm draped over his stomach.

He felt guilty for the exasperated sigh that followed. Nico was easily the light of his life, and there was never a day he wasn’t happy to see him—but right now, Will desperately needed some sort of comfort, and he knew Nico wasn’t going to be fit to give it to him.

Forcing a more sympathetic expression, Will crouched down and, very gently, nudged Nico’s shoulder. He would have just carried him to bed, but if he’d been camping out in the bathroom, he was probably nauseous, and Will definitely wasn’t in the mood to be vomited on.

Nico shifted, groaned, and cracked open one eye. Will smiled sympathetically, carding a hand through his sweat dampened hair.

“Hey.” Will whispered, patting his cheek. “Not feeling too well?”

Nico nodded, groggily, leaning into Will’s hand as his eyelids fluttered closed again. “Been throwing up since lunchtime…” He croaked. “Think I ate something bad…”

“Why didn’t you call?” Will asked, taking Nico’s hand and squeezing. “I could have at least brought you something for the nausea.”

“I called your office earlier and someone said you were in surgery.” Nico said, swallowing thickly, his nose wrinkling. “They said it’d be a while, I didn’t want to bother you…”

“Still nauseous?” Will asked, frowning a bit. “If you feel like throwing up, you probably need to. Especially if you think you’ve got food poisoning.” Will said, kissing the side of his head.

“Yeah, I’m still—” Nico paused, clearing his throat, his eyes widening the slightest bit as it ended with an unexpected gag.

The next ten minutes consisted of Will keeping Nico’s hair tucked back while he threw up. The Italian, finally, finished, and Will got him water and painkillers, sending him to bed to rest while he finally got dressed in pajamas.

“Why are you still in your scrubs?” Nico asked from the bed, propped up against a couple of pillows with the remote in hand.

The question took Will aback, a bit, and he shrugged a bit. He didn’t want to stress Nico out anymore than he already was. “No reason. I just didn’t have time to change.”

“Bullshit.” Nico called halfheartedly, peering wearily over at Will as he changed. “Something happened. What’s wrong?”

Will shrugged again, though he could already feel himself unraveling. “Surgery just ran long, babe.” He said, dragging off his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Can I get you anything before I lie down?”

“You can tell me what happened.” Nico looked washed out and tired, but it seemed like his stomach had settled, at least for the time being. He caught Will’s wrist, linking their fingers and squeezing lightly. “You know I’m fine, Will, you can talk to me.”

Will sighed tiredly, his shoulders slumping as he shuffled into bed. “Just—” he paused, sighing. “This… Little girl, came in, and…” He had to pause, leaning back into the pillows as Nico squeezed his hand. “She had swallowed water, but they didn’t know it… She’d been complaining of chest pain but then all of the sudden her lips were turning blue and they brought her in, and…”

Nico nodded a little bit, rubbing circles on the back of his hand. “And?”

“We couldn’t save her. It was way too late. She couldn’t have been more than 5, Nico.” He muttered, his voice catching. “I tried to talk to her parents, but they just.. Kept crying, the mom was…” Will exhaled sharply, bringing a hand up to his eyes.

Nico frowned gently, bringing his other hand up to cup Will’s hand. “Hey, it’s okay.. Come here..” He stretched one arm out, waving Will closer.

“You’re sick.” Will croaked, wiping at his eyes.

“So? You’re upset. Come here, Will.” Nico said, voice a bit more serious. “No arguments.”

Still looking hesitant, Will scooted closer, settling up against Nico’s side. Nico settled one arm around his shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“You were with that family through the toughest moment of their lives. You helped them understand, and helped them know they weren’t at fault. You couldn’t have done anything for her.” He said, lifting a hand to card through his hair.

“I know.” Will whispered, voice wobbly. “She was just so little, Nico…”

“Maybe this was for the best. Who knows what could have happened to her tomorrow.” Nico said, kissing his head.

“But still…”

“It’s over now. You did what you could.” Nico said. “Now just let me hold you and you can be sad and we can watch a movie together.”

As much as Will wanted to continue to wallow in self pity, Nico’s proposition was much more enticing. He nodded a little, and Nico lifted a hand to swipe away the wetness in his eyes.

“Turn on something good.” Said Will, moving closer to inch one hand up Nico’s shirt, tracing circles on his stomach.

They fell asleep like that, Will tucked under Nico’s arm, one hand under his shirt, Nico’s hand curled in his hair. The peacefulness of the night was just what Will needed, and the days events were excuse enough to let Nico snuggle him all night.

wehunt-monsters-whatthehell  asked:

-prompts you with rainy night motel room feels after one of the boys gets pretty decently cut up on a hunt-

They run out of peroxide partway through, and Sam has to duck out and go to the drugstore two blocks down, it’s faster than driving and finding a parking spot, and he knows he doesn’t have to run, really, it’s not so bad, not that bad, but he does anyway, slows down and swallows down the air for a second when he gets back outside the motel door. 

Dean’s on the bed, of course, where Sam left him, and mostly done bleeding - he’s holding a pad down firm over one thigh and there’s some red seeping up under his fingers, fabric soaked through, but it’s - under control, it’s not the silent pulsing gush that means or else. Sam finishes cleaning up Dean’s chest, two long lacerations across his ribs, messy but not clear through to the muscle, and Sam’s good at this, neat and quick with the sutures, tying his brother’s freckled skin back together, a line of puckered gut-kisses running up almost under one nipple, across the swell of his pecs. Dean breathes through his teeth but doesn’t make a sound, not till Sam ties off the last one and lets his hand rest a minute over the line of Dean’s ribs, little finger slipping down, unconscious caress. 

‘OK, Florence Nightengale,’ Dean says then, grumbling relief, and lifts his hand a little off the pad on his thigh. It sticks to his palm, crusted with blood, and he hisses a little pulling it off the wound. It’s a deep gouge, two levels of suturing, muscle and skin, and before Sam starts, just before, old habits (don’t take it too early, boys, it’ll thin out the blood, and only if you need it) Dean takes two long swigs of whiskey. 

Sam keeps his head down, doesn’t talk till he’s finished, muscles tensing up in visceral sympathy. When he clips the last suture Dean uncurls his fingers from the edge of the mattress and lets his breath out ragged. The muscles in his thigh are jumping, shock-response trembling, tiny fresh pricks of blood pulled around the stitches. Sam looks up, and their eyes meet, relief and fatigue. 

‘We got any good stuff?’ says Dean, blows an exaggerated raspberry, pretends it hurts less than it does. Sam tosses him the bottle of pills from the duffel spilled hasty out on the table, looks at him, considers a minute. 

‘Whatta we think,’ he says, ‘three days?’ They’ve only paid up past tonight, so far. Dean looks down at his thigh, licks his lips. 

‘Two,’ he says. 

On the way back from the motel office Sam stops at the vending machines and gets orange juice and saltine crackers, eight in a plastic wrapper, and -of all things - applesauce, plastic cups with peel-off foil tops. Dean throws him an inscrutable look when he gets back and dumps it out on the bed, but he eats the applesauce, gingerly, drinks some ginger ale, and that’s about it - it takes awhile, with the pain and the whiskey and the physical shock, to be able to eat. They both know. 

It starts to rain, battering slanted against the windows, cool and fresh through the screen where the glass is open a little. Dean’s still wound tight, shaking a little, but he breathes the rain in deep and leans back into the pillows, feels the painkillers start to take the edge off. Sam’s sitting at the end of the bed, eating the saltine crackers and toeing off his boots. The room smells like wet socks and blood and summer-humid rain. Sam finishes the crackers and shifts forward on the edge of the mattress, puts his hands briefly over his face, drags them down quick enough that it passes, almost, as a gesture of simple fatigue. Dean’s watching him, head tipped back against the pillow.

‘Gimme the remote,’ he says, eyes not leaving Sam. ‘Let’s find us somethin’ to watch for awhile.’ The tone is light but when Sam glances at him he smiles, the boyish bonfire-eyed grin that takes the years off his face. ‘I’ll even watch that thing about - badgers, y’know. The one.’ 

‘They were muskrats,’ says Sam, with dignity, ‘and I highly doubt it will be on repeat, but yeah, thanks, Gandhi,’ and he throws the remote at Dean and goes into the bathroom and holds white-knuckled onto the sink for awhile. 


There’s Something in Your Eyes Pt. 2

So, somehow this became a three part fic. This part isn’t even a prompt for Adrinette Month it literally just kind of happened, although it still falls under Day 13 with the Harry Potter AU. I’ll be posting the final part, that actually fits today’s prompt, later this afternoon. For now, I hope you enjoy! 

Part 1

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It was 2 AM and Adrien was still wide awake in his bed. Nino’s voice was rattling around in his head. It had been all month, ever since Marinette had asked him to the Yule Ball.

“It’s like she’s the sun and your whole world revolves around her.”

Adrien’s mouth scrunched up. Ever since Nino said that, he’d paid closer attention to the way he interacted with his shy friend. Whenever they did something together as a group, it was true, Adrien was a bit more excited to hang out with Marinette. He’d always attributed that to wanting to get to know her better. After all, their best friends had been dating each other for a year and a half, and Adrien still wasn’t very close to her.

She was intelligent, fearless, and strong, but at the same time she seemed to have difficulty stringing together her own words sometimes. She had a tendency to trip over air, and she seemed to always be in a rush somewhere, but Adrien found all of those qualities made her that much more endearing. She was like a lesson in opposites.

Adrien shook off his thoughts. He really couldn’t keep staying up like this, especially when the next challenge was tomorrow. He, Alya, and Nino needed to be there to support Marinette while she prepared, and he couldn’t do that if he fell asleep on all of them.

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Fools (M)

Summary: Harbored feelings over the years start to build up. Both you and Taehyung are so obviously in love with each other – well at least it was obvious to everyone except the two of you – and the world (aka Park Jimin) has made it it’s mission to get the two of you to realize the feelings are mutual.

Word Count: 9.8k.

Warnings: *breathes heavily* College!AU, angst, smut; i.e. dirty talk, angry sex, slight overstimulation.

A/N: This is what happens when I have an idea and decide to run with it – I write a fucking novel. I was listening to ‘Fools’ by Lauren Aquilina last night and branched this off of that song. This is officially the lengthiest thing I’ve ever written and I can tell you I’ve never felt as satisfied with an ending than I have before with this one. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! xx.

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What if we ruin it all and love like fools?

Your name: submit What is this?

There’s always an up in the air situation when it came to having a best friend of the opposite sex. Everyone always assumed that the two people were together and when they tell them they’re not, they’re faced with comments telling them ‘Oh, you’d be perfect together!’ Or ‘You’re pretty much together already so why not make it official?’ Which can lead to one of two things; an awkward atmosphere that ends up putting too much strain on said friendship, thus the two friends drifting apart and ultimately never speaking again. Or it could lead to the seemingly inevitable – admitting the hidden feelings.

When it comes to yours and Taehyung’s friendship, both of those options seem to scare the living shit out of you.

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Angelic Visitors

From this request: Request where readers healing from some bad accident in the hospital and the usual swing of angels(case gabe luck balth all them) come and visit? Even though they refuse to let the angels heal them?

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“Ms. Y/LN?”

You looked over with your one good eye, finding a nurse standing in the doorway to your room. “Yes?”

“You have a visitor. Are you up for that?”

“Sure.” You scooted up against your pillow, aimed the remote at the television, watching the screen turn dark. A few moments later, a familiar face poked into the room.

“There she is! Safe from the brink of death!”

You smiled, still feeling a twinge of pain in your cheekbone. “Hello, Gabriel.”

The golden-haired angel stepped into the room, his arms laden with boxes of candy. “I brought you some nutrients. I know how horrid hospital food can be.”

“Gabriel, I don’t think the doctors will approve of this diet.”

“What do doctors know about that?”

You watched as he carefully stacked the boxes up in a tower on your bedside table. You hated to admit it, but it did look good… and the hospital’s food had been lackluster. The mashed potatoes had been okay, but the mystery meat had left something to be desired (not to mention it had been impossible to cut with the plastic fork they gave you).

When he was done with his project, Gabriel turned to you, his eyes scanning over your injuries. “Geez, Y/N, you certainly got banged up.”

“Looks worse than it feels.”

“That’d be the morphine.”

“Is it really that bad?” you asked after a moment.

“Nothing I can’t fix.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Come on, Y/N. One quick snap and–”

“And the doctors will consider me to be a medical miracle, healed days ahead of schedule, no trace of any harm.”

“She’s right, you know.”

The two of you looked up, finding Balthazar standing at the foot of the bed, a garment bag in his hands.

“Balthy! What are you doing here?” Gabriel asked.

“Same thing you’re doing. Visiting our dear friend.”

“And what token of your appreciation did you bring?”

Balthazar unzipped the bag revealing a beautiful summer dress. “I figured you must be tired of that old hospital gown. And looking like yourself is the first step to feeling like yourself.”

“It’s wonderful, Balthazar. But it clashes horribly with my bruises. And I’m not sure how easily I could undress and redress myself with my arm in a sling.”

“I’d be willing to help,” Gabriel said with a wink.

“Must you always be so nauseating?” a new voice asked, a voice belonging to Lucifer. He stepped forward and handed a large stuffed bear to you. The bear had a white bandage wrapped around its head, another wrapped around its wrist. On its stomach were stitched the words Feel Better Beary Soon.

“And you had the audacity to call me nauseating?” Gabriel asked, noting the cheesy phrase on the bear.

“Shut up. It’s the only one they had downstairs.”

“Geez, Luci. Balthy and I at least had the sincerity to get gifts from somewhere other than the hospital.”

“Boys, it’s fine. I appreciate each and every one of you and each of these gifts. Though you really didn’t need to bring them.”

“Should I not have brought this, then?”

The four of you turned to find Castiel making his entrance. In his hands was a small potted flower, a purple and white orchid.

You smiled at the newest angel. “Castiel, that’s beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me.”

The angel carefully set the plant next to Gabriel’s candy tower. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore, but I’ll pull through. I should be discharged tomorrow.”

“What exactly happened?”

“One werewolf turned out to be two, hunting together.”

Castiel’s blue eyes trailed over your wounds. “You are very lucky, then.”

“Tell me about it.”

At that moment, the nurse poked her head back into the room. “Where did you all come from?” she asked. “Last I knew, there was only one of you here to see Ms. Y/LN.”

The angels shared a glance, unsure what to say.

“Everybody out,” the nurse said. “She needs her rest if she’s to be discharged tomorrow.”

One by one the angels shuffled out of the room, heads bowed slightly.

Scott McCall imagine

“Hey can you do a teen wolf imagine where Scott McCall finds out the reader/girlfriend is very sick in her apartment and takes care of her. Sweet fluff moments. Plez and thank you”
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You had woken up this morning with throwing up and high temperature

You honestly felt so sick that you could barely move

Walking into the kitchen you opened your fridge and seeing all the food made you want to throw up

Sighing you grabbed a bucket in case of throwing up, the tv remote, pillows and blankets and wrapped yourself up with them on the couch

About 20 minuts in to the movie you put on your stomach growled and you were bored

Thinking for a moment you thought of your friend of 4 years lydia

Picking up the phone you called her

Y = you, L = lydia
Y: hey L
L: hey love, whats up? You sound sick
Y: yeah im not feeling the best, i was wondering if you wanted to come over?
L: yeah sure ill be around soon!

And with that she hung up amd you sighed and smiled and continued to play the movie

About 17 minutes later there was a knock at your door causing you to groan and get up

Opening the door you frowned not seeing lydia but smiled when you saw your boyfriend of 11 month’s.

Scott. He stood there with a jumper over his shoulder, three bags in his hands and a cute innocent smile on his face

Smiling you let him in and closed the door behind him

“Lydia called and said you were sick and that i should come stay, she also said that you wouldn’t have had anything to eat so i brought ice cream, soup and your favourite snacks along with movies.”

You smiled at him and ran into his arms hugging him and kissing his cheek

“You missed.” He said and you looked at him confused

He pointed to his lips and you got what he meant

“I’ll get you sick.” You said as you stared at him

“I dont care lets be sick together.” He said smirking causing you to laugh

You saw him take a step towards you and you ran off with him following you

You ran for about 3 minutes when scott tackled you to the sofa and smothered you in kisses

“I win!” He said with a smirk on his face

Looking at his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes you got lost in them

Scott was lost in your eyes to, he raised his hand and pushed a bit of hair behind your ear and lent down

Attaching his lips to yours you felt the familiar sparks come up whenever he kisses you

“I love you” he said as he pulled back

You were shocked as this was the first timeeither of you ahd said the three word’s

Looking at him you pulled his down into a small kiss and then looked at him with a smile

“I love you too”.

3

      You were pounding angrily on the inside of the Impala’s door, trying with little success to ball your sweater up against it in an even remotely comfortable pillow, when you heard Sam’s voice coming from the other side of the seat. “You don’t have to do that you know,” he said cautiously. You turned to face the tall hunter, who looked uncomfortably bunched up in the back seat with you. You had no idea why he was back here, but you had to admit you enjoyed being this close to the younger Winchester.

       You scrunched up your face in confusion. “What do you suggest I do then? It’s late, I’m tired. I need to sleep somehow.” Sam looked sheepishly at the ground – at least you thought he did, it was so dark you could barely see your hand in front of your face. Then he shifted on the seat and put his arm out, making a space for you.

       “You could – uh,” he swallowed, “you could lean on me.”

       Your breath caught and you immediately felt a warm flush spread over your cheeks – which suddenly made you immensely grateful for the darkness surrounding you – then you forced yourself to nod, feeling unable to form words. After an awkward pause and Sam clearing his throat just a little too loudly you scooted across the seat towards the waiting hunter, then leaned against his hulking form, your heart rate speeding up uncontrollably as you did. Once you were pressed up against him Sam cautiously wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and when you didn’t protest he pulled you in closer, letting you rest your head on his chest.

       You could hear your heart pulsing in your ears as you willed yourself to stay calm, forcing yourself not to think about Sam’s body warm and firm against your own, or that he was immeasurably more comfortable than the door of the Impala –

       “Hey,” Sam said quietly, pulling you from your thoughts and making you look up at him. “Relax, sleep.” You exhaled softly and smiled at Sam, suddenly feeling the tension in your muscles disappearing as he lightly squeezed your shoulder.

      “Thank you,” you finally whispered as you snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

      Then you slipped into unconsciousness with a smile on your face after you heard Dean say, “So that’s why you wanted to sit in the back seat,” after he’d thought you had already fallen asleep.


*These gifs are not mine, both of them are from Google Images.*

Shownu Smut Shot

For quite a while now, you have been friends with Monsta X. They have even helped you move into your new apartment in Seoul. Actually, they very just did that. Today.

You close the front door behind you and behold your neatly organized new home. And unorganized the pile or rather frazzled men on your living room carpet. “Hey you guys, I got food!” You call out. Arms and heads rise from the pile and several men voice their agreement. “Is it KFC like we asked?” Wonho is the first one to speak up. “Of course it is, silly boy.” You cooe softly. Wonho pouts. “Don’t call me boy, I am a grown adult!” He huffs. You giggle and walk over to them. “Get up you seven. It is dinner time.” You sit down in your lounge chair and put the buckets of KFC on the coffee table. “Please tell me you ran by Starbucks as well.” Jooheon disentangles himself from his bandmates and sits down the couch. “Of course I did.” You unpack the many plastic bags, spreading out the orders of chicken and coffee. “I still don’t get you can eat KFC while drinking Starbuck.” You pick up your own cup of boba tea and take a sip.
The other boys get up as well and sit down. “Thanks for dinner Y/N!” They say in unison. “No no, I should thank you guys for helping me move.” You reply. “You know we would do anything for you.” Minhyuk leans over and gently squeezes your knee. You pat his hand and smile softly at him. “Plus, it was not such a big deal.” Shownu says. You look at your best friend, who sits closest to you, on your army print fat boy. He smiles up at you with a wide and happy grin. He’s always there for you when you need him. And you try to do your best to do the same for him.
The boys attack the chicken with quite some vigor. “Oh come on, don’t pretend you are starving.” You roll your eyes and tear into a chilli wing. “But we are!” IM says. “Yes Noona, you worked us like slaves.” Hyungwon complains. “You are such a drama queen.” Minhyuk teases gently. You giggle around a bite of chicken and reach out for your boba tea. At the same time Shownu grabs his coffee. You exchange a look and you laugh in unison.

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#134: Baby Series | Bottlefeeding His P.O.V

A/N: Can Calum please be the father of my child… Please?

Suggestion: Read the other prefs to get a better comprehension

Pregnancy Series Masterlist

First Night Home With The Baby

Breastfeeding

Diaper Changing

Bath Time 

Luke:

”Hospitalized? For how long?” Y/N exclaimed in question and crossed her arms, not wanting to look at my direction at all and it made me roll my eyes and lean my head against the soft pillow behind me. ”I’m not sure yet but we’re gonna keep him here for next two days.” The nurse explained apologizing and I sent her a nod of approve. ”But we’ve made sure to bring another bed inside so you can stay overnight and we’ve also brought a baby crib for your son.” She said and sent Y/N another apologizing look but she wasn’t looking, just stared down her feet with no emotion on her face features. I nodded my head for her to leave and she smiled politely at me before walking out of the door and leaving us to the silence. I looked at Y/N for what felt like years and finally she looked up at me with shiny eyes. ”Hey… Come here.” I cooed and she sighed quietly before standing up from her chair and walked towards me. I rested my hand behind her thigh and rubbed my hand up and down in a soothing manor when she stood next to me. ”I’m so tired you won’t imagine.” She said so quietly I could barely hear her and I nodded my head agreeing, though I didn’t think much of sleep because the pain in my knee was a much more worse than getting sleep. I understood her. We had created this routine that meant we would go to bed before 10pm. Now it was over midnight and we had been at this hospital since I slipped on the bathroom tiles. To my luck nothing major happened to my head but I had sprained my knee and was determined to walk with crutches for the next couple of weeks.  ”Go to bed.” I motioned my head towards the bed next to me and her eyes glanced towards it with tired eyes. ”I won’t mind. I’m just gonna watch some TV or something.” I responded casually and she looked at me for approval. I nodded my head and she smiled softly down at me which made me kiss her hand before mumbling goodnight. She carried her tired limps towards the bed and it didn’t take her much than 5 minutes to fall asleep on top of the duvet and pillow. I grabbed the remote resting on the nightstand next to me and I was about to turn on the TV when small cries came from the baby carriage next to me and my eyes widened. I looked back at Y/N who looked so peacefully I couldn’t get myself to wake her up so I reached out for the carriage and drove it right next to me and moved my hands down to cradle William in my arms. He was starting to get fuzzy and I knew I had to handle it fast otherwise Y/N would wake up and I reached my arm down to the baby bag and fished up a lukewarm bottle. Y/N had heated it up before we left the house ‘in case of even more emergency’ and that was a total benefit for me now when I couldn’t get up from the bed without help from her. ”See what daddy has for you.” I said with a smile and looked down at William, moving the bottle to his mouth and he attached onto it immediately, starting to drink like life depended on it. ”You were really hungry huh? So hungry it woke you up from your slumber.” I chuckled and looked at him with a proud smile, watching as his eyes closed in pleasure by the lukewarm milk. ”Like I promised I will always be there for you guys no matter what even if I’m injured. And it’s because I’m so grateful of having you and mommy in my life, and I love you guys so so much.” I glanced away from William and towards Y/N’s sleeping form and a warm smile came to my lips. So so grateful.

Calum:

“I knew this would end up being chaotic.” Y/N whispered and shook her head, leaning back in her seat and crossed her arms, taking a deep breath and tried to fight the tears ready to spill from her eyes. I bit my lip in thought as I looked at her with a worried look and my eyes glanced back at Alex resting in his baby carriage that we were going to return in half an hour when the counters with baggage would open. He was a crying mess and wouldn’t stop, giving Y/N both stress and headache. The morning had been pure chaos with packing the rest of Alex and our stuff which meant that Y/N got ten times more stressed than necessary and it was clear on her clothes. Not to mention that it wasn’t more than 4am in the airport and the boys hadn’t showed up yet in time for the check in. “Calum, he’s hungry.” She sighed from my right and I looked at her with shiny eyes while she moved the duvet from the baby carriage and lifted Alex in her arms, embracing him with the duvet and tried her best to make him quiet. “Can’t you just breastfeed him?” I asked, yet my voice was unsure and I took a look around the place. There were quiet a lot of people and I wasn’t even sure if it was legal to do it in here. “I’m not sure I’m allowed.” She mumbled and rocked Alex back and forth in her seat and it made me furrow my eyebrows. “Didn’t we take a few bottles with us?” I asked and she nodded her head but with a devastated expression. “We did, but we don’t have anything to heat it up.” She sighed and kissed Alex on top of his head and it made me think. My eyes glanced around the airport until they stopped on a small coffee shop and it made me bit my lip before I looked down at the bag next to our baby carriage and opened it. “What are you doing?” Y/N asked confused and leaned her head against Alex’s but I didn’t respond her just kept on searching for one of the bottles and when I felt the rubber I grabbed it and fished it up from the bag. “Cal, I just told you, we can’t use it…” She mumbled with a sigh but I ignored her words and stood up from my seat, my feet directing myself towards the coffee shop. Luckily enough there wasn’t anyone in line so I went straight up at the counter and leaned my elbows on it. “What can I help you with?” A young girl with a bun asked and I placed the bottle on the counter as well. “I’m in a desperate need for this to get heated up. My son was born a few weeks ago so he’s very addicted to milk and gets very fuzzy when he doesn’t get some. My fiancée is at the point of ripping her hair off because she can’t breastfeed him here so I would hear if I could borrow your microwave. Just for a few seconds?” The girl formed a small smile and grabbed the bottle, heading it up for me and my face was plastered with a satisfied smile when I headed back and I noticed how the other boys had arrived and crowded around Y/N. She looked pretty confused at me when I came back and took a seat next to me and I took Alex carefully out of my hands and grabbed the bottle, moving it up to his mouth. Silence overwhelmed Y/N and I and she looked at me with tired and surprised eyes. “You know I’m always here for you guys.” I said with a soft chuckle and kissed her forehead when she leaned her head against my shoulder, watching as I bottle feed Alex to everyone’s satisfaction.

Michael:

My eyes were focused tightly on the chords before me on the MacBook screen, my eyebrows furrowing instantly when I tried to find out what John had made with the guitar chords. Everything was getting ready to be prepared for the next album recordings which meant that the guitar needed to be tuned along with the guitars and all Ashton’s drum pieces had to be collected. Y/N was currently in the shower, claiming that she smelled worse than a farm full of pigs, and that left me to take care of Celeste while she was gone. It hadn’t taken long for Celeste to make small cries in from her crib and after changing her diaper and trying to comfort her, I knew what was up. But since I couldn’t really fully her big need for Y/N’s chest I had to hurry down to the kitchen to mix up some infant formula and heat it up carefully so she could drink it. The waiting made some extra time for me to read the guitar chords on my mail but it wasn’t far after the milk was finished and I had to hurry back up to the bedroom, small whines still coming from Celeste. I placed the bottle next to my nightstand and fished my arms down to lift up Celeste and he instantly reacted by the sudden sight of me, but she didn’t kept quiet though, just stared at me with wide eyes puzzled. As carefully as I could I removed the pillows around in the bed so I could sit more comfortable and I sat down peacefully with her and brought her duvet along so she wouldn’t get cold. When I grabbed the bottle and moved it towards her mouth she reacted immediately, puking her lips to wrap them around the rubber, and it was like everything went quiet when she didn’t make any more noises than slurps from drinking. I leaned my head back on the pillow in satisfaction, both because he stopped her whines but also because I didn’t fail. This was the first time I had ever feed bottled Celeste on my own, I had always watched Y/N breastfeeding but this was totally different. The way Celeste would open her eyes carefully in enjoyment and shut them again made giggles escape my lips and I bit my lip by the sight in front of me. This was like a moment taken out from a film and it was almost like it wasn’t real. The way her heartbeat was pressed against mine in the same speed made my heart flutter, and I had to hold in a tear just by the affection. It was amazing to see how much she looked like me. Of course she had many similarities from Y/N as well but she was a clear Clifford. Both in her face and the way she moved her body. I knew my mom would go absolutely crazy when she’ll meet her again because she would never let go of her, just like I felt right now. The sound of a small sigh appeared from the other side of the room and it made me raise his head by the noise and my eyes landed on Y/N’s small form leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen. I smiled softly at her, my proud eyes clear and glimmering and I scanned her body, only wearing a towel around her chest and her hair with dripples of water were falling down onto her shoulder from the hair sticking out. ”What are you looking at?” I asked her and leaned my head against the pillow behind me, looking down at Celeste with loving eyes. ”Nothing. I just don’t think I can find a better sight in my life.” She responded and it made my cheeks burn a rose color and watched her as she blew me a warm kiss before turning her attention back to the bathroom, leaving me with the proudest smile I could ever wear on my lips.

Ashton:

God Ash, it might be yours and Y/N’s son but he sure is eating as just and exactly like Michael.” Calum commented from the other end of the couch, watching me closely as I sat with Zack in my arms and a bottle feeding him. “I’ve been thinking that the past 10 minutes.” Luke commented without looking at us, his eyes focused on the screen together with Michael. “He’s just making his uncle proud.” Michael said with a smirk and started to furiously press on the XBOX controller and a groan came from Luke when Michael had defeated him, probably for the fifth time since the boys had arrived for a visit. “You look so fatherly.” Michael said with a chuckle and threw the controller on the table before leaning his elbow on the armrest to his right. “Maybe because he is a father.” Luke mumbled obviously and it made Michael roll his eyes by Luke’s comment. “Yeah. It’s quite weird to think about sometimes. When Y/N and I have put the twins to bed it’s like we realize how much our lives have changed, both personality and physically. It makes us realize that we aren’t just a married couple anymore but parents too.” I explained and moved Zack’s head so he could lay better on the duvet I had wrapped him in to keep him warm and comfortable. “Where is Y/N?” Calum asked confused by the mention of her and I nodded my head towards the kitchen where the door wasn’t closed but just ajar. “She’s breastfeeding Cloe. It’s the reason why I’m bottle-feeding Zack. They get really fuzzy when they are hungry and it’s a battle when they’re hungry on the same time. Even though Y/N has gotten enough boobs for the job it’s difficult to feed both on the same time. So to not waste time I’ll just take one of them and Y/N will take the other on occasion like these. It gives me a better time to bond with them too.” I said with a chuckle and it made the boys awe and Michael stood from the other couch and took a seat next to me. “It must be an amazing feeling.” He said in awe and I nodded my head agreeing and looked down at Zack with a soft smile. “It’s moment like these that are my favourite. When everything is silent and all I hear is my son or daughter getting feed. Just the way they are cradling my finger while they’re slurping on the bottle makes my heart flutter. It’s just so amazing.” I almost whispered the last part and I could feel my cheeks rose up just by talking about it and it made the other boys smile up at me with adoring eyes. They had been so supporting with everything and I was grateful of it. They even suggested helping along with the twins if Y/N and I needed the help or were too tired to anything productively. Of course I knew the sound of just having the boys babysit would make alarms ring in my head and Y/N would most probably disagree, I just appreciated the thought the boys had. Even though none of them had experience with it they were still willing to take the task to help us. They had been helping through the pregnancy and now in the stages of Zack and Cloe being infants and growing up. There was no doubt in my mind that even if they sucked at being nannies, they would be amazing at entertaining and being pure fantastic uncles, running around the field playing football and gaming with Zack and do fun stuff with Cloe to. “Okay, I don’t see what you’re pointing out; he does not look like me at all.” Michael stated with wide eyes after observing Zack for a few minutes, and it made us crack up laughing and nod our heads, totally agreeing with each other to Michael’s disagreement.

8

It’s Preakness Day!

Brunhilda and I are all ready to watch the big race on TV!  We (and almost everyone) will be surprised if Nyquist does not win, but we are still going to root for Lani, the beautiful gray with the impressive tantrums!

“God It Fucking Sucks.”
  • Pairing: Reading/Luke Hemmings
  • Word Count: 1,635
  • Warnings: super cute Luke fluff!! that’s all really
  • Requested? Yes!
  • Summary: The one where you’re insecure about the comments fans give you and Luke comforts you.

You looked in the mirror, your body standing before it innothing but a pink undergarment set, matching as well. It shone out against your skin, making you only think more about you.

The thighs you carried upon your legs touched as if they were to burst once they separated. You wouldn’t classify your arms to be like you wanted. In place of where muscle should be living, there was soft skin that, seeming to you, hung so far down you could feel it at your knees. Of course, you knew you were exaggerating, but that didn’t stop your brain from seeing what was true.

Your eyes were too big, your fingers too short, your cheeks too puffy. Nothing seemed right and all you could do was stare. Every flaw that sounded so little looked like a big red siren yelling at you. You could only look for a few seconds longer before you turned your head away from the mirror and towards your closet.

You had been invited to go out with the boys for lunch. You were excited, but then it happened. There are those days that unexpectedly come and you’re left feeling like who you are is not who you want to be. It’s not every day, but when that day comes, it lasts almost the whole day. You know you’re not the only one but you frankly do not care.

Not so excited anymore, you decided to go anyway. You weren’t going to keep anyone home because of your petty feelings. Walking into your closet, you looked through your clothing, reaching up and sliding the plastic hangers across the metal rod one by one until you came across something deemed good enough to wear.

Just as you went to put the items on, you saw your phone light up. It was a tweet from Luke with the caption, ‘My beautiful girlfriend!’ Once you opened it, there was nothing there but a blank, gray slate and a message. ‘Tweet could no longer be displayed.’ You shrugged, locking your phone and place it once more on the bed. Although, the notifications didn’t stop there. Actually, they increased. Your eyebrows wriggled together, your breathe releasing as you sighed and slipped your clothes on, sitting at the edge of the bed and reading through them all.

As your eyes scanned the screen, you did not read one compliment. Insults shot you at all angles, feeling physical pain throughout your body. Finding out that Luke’s tweet was of you, standing in front of the mirror with your hands raised to the top of your head, your hair cascading down your back; just where you had been no more than five minutes ago. Some fans managed to save it. You shook your head, throwing your phone and lying on your back, letting your emotions pour out through heavy breaths.

“(Y/N), are you ready?” Luke asked, walking in the doorway and stopping, staring at you and chuckled. “What are you doing there, Sleepy?” He joked. You lifted your upper body on your elbows, situating yourself in a more comfortable manner to glare at him. Your face was harsher than anticipated, making Luke watch in confusion.

“Luke,” you growled as he walked closer, “how could you?” He cocked his head, asking what you’re talking about as your body flopped down on the bed once more, head hitting Luke’s pillow. “That picture… on twitter. I don’t know if you thought I wouldn’t see it or what, but I did. Let me just tell you, the responses were not very nice.” Luke sighed while he slowly walked over to the edge, kneeling down and taking your hand in both of his. He kissed your palm, looking up at you and resting his head on the bed.

“We both know hate is inevitable when you date someone famous. We talked about that, remember?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“It was a mistake baby. Honestly, I didn’t mean it. I meant to post that picture of us from yesterday, and I did.” His head turned to the window where your phone lay right under, basking in the ray of the afternoon sun. His hand left yours as he crawled to get it, unlocking and showing you. “You haven’t seen have you?” He asked as you shook your head and took the phone. Reading the responses, the majority was compliments. Beautiful saying about you, everything about you. Your hair, makeup, clothing; just you. Your face lit up like a Christmas tree as your body sat up once more. You could hear Luke smiling on the side; his hands gripped your thigh even tighter.

“Luke…” You whispered, continuing to scroll though the tweets, randomly reading ones the more you went down. Luke’s large hands went before your face, locking the phone off and sliding it out from your grip. Your head turned up to him, watching as he set it gently on the side table, never breaking the gaze with you. Both of your eyes locked together as your beaming face dropped.

“So, why is it okay and ‘gorgeous’ for me to be dressed up and have my photo taken with you but horrible and ‘whore-ish’ for me to be in my own room in something every girl wears?” You asked calmly. Luke’s hands drifted to yours once more, taking them both in his. He let out a large breathe, answering in an audible whisper. “They’re jealous. I know you’re going to roll your eyes and tell me that that answer is stupid, but it’s true. I know you haven’t seen it, but there’s a trend. About you might I add.; about all those stupid people who hate on you and how they should shut the hell up because you’re incredibly beautiful, (Y/N). This information might not help but… fuck, I think you’re stunning no matter what you’re wearing. Is that… is that not enough?” Luke’s voice cracked during the last words, his eyes closing to prevent himself from letting any tears escape.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, much less seeing. Luke’s never acted this way in front of you before and you had to admit, your heart broke from it. “It’s more than enough,” you whispered, kissing his hand. “It’s more than enough, Luke. I can’t tell you how much it means to me, but when there are thousands of people hating on you because you’re a certain way… God it fucking sucks.” Tears began to slowly fall from your eyes as you close them, tight along with the grip you had on his hands.

“(Y/N), I know it’s hard to believe this, but I think what we have-our love-is more than any hate anyone could give you. If you focus on what we have, the happiness we have together, nothing anyone could say to you would mean anything.” You couldn’t help but give a small smile, knowing that Luke’s words are genuine. They made you feel better, your heart swelling with each sound leaving his mouth.

“I’m sorry Luke. I love you…” You said sincerely. “Don’t be sorry babe, you didn’t do anything but be the perfect you. I love you too (Y/N).” He stood up and towered over your body that still sat upon the bed. He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead.

“Luke?” You whispered, looking up at him through hazy eyes. “Yes baby?” He responded as he stood up once more. You saw his chest rise and fall with his breath, the room growing silent, and a feeling of nothing but the two of you together feeling the room. “Do you mind if we reschedule lunch with the boys? I kind of just want to stay in and cuddle… maybe watch some movies with you.” Luke’s smile never left his face, his eyes glazed over with small sparkling stars while he looked at you. It seemed like every time his eyes stayed upon you, they studied you with the passion you’d see an artist give their most valued piece. Admiration.

“Of course,” he answered, nodding and hugging your head into his lower chest. “Thank you,” your arms wrapped around his upper back, holding it tightly.

“Now,” he said, his voice suddenly rising to a normal volume, “move over, you’re on my side of the bed!” He chuckled, pulling away from you as he rolled you to the other side, you giggling in the process. Your legs instantly sprung to his side, blocking his from letting his body touch the bed. “Not until you put a movie in.”
“Fine.” He groaned, rolling his eyes while slightly smiling at you. He made his way to the TV, opening the cabinet beneath. “What do you want to watch?” He said loudly. You pondered before lighting up and slightly yelling. “The Fault in Our Stars!”
“(Y/N), you always cry during that movie though!”
“Please! You can pick the next one.”
“Deal!” Luke jumped from the leaning position he was in and popped the movie in, grabbing the remote and returning to the bed. He lifted your legs effortlessly and laid down next to you, propping his head up with pillows and worked the remote buttons to get the movie to play. Your body moved so your head rested on his chest, your hands on his lower stomach as your legs intertwined with his.

As the music began to play the opening scene of the movie, your eyes moved up to see Luke watching the screen with interest hidden. You smiled and snuggled deeper into his, his arms holding you tighter while his lips kissed the top of your head. Truthfully, you know both Luke and you would much rather be doing this than going out to lunch, and you’re glad you are. You knew he was right; love is more powerful than hate.

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Fight Me

a/n: my first phanfic how scary
based on this post:

category: fluff all fluff nothin but the fluffiest fluff

summary: dan is in the hospital for lung problems and his nurse is really cute. unfortunately, he’s not impressed with dan’s pillow mountains.
trigger warnings: none I don’t think?? it’s a hospital au so there’s lots of mentions of medical stuff (asthma and throwing up) I mention a tomato once and also taylor swift
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Yesterday, Dan had been fine. A friend of his had invited him to go for a jog in the park, and Dan, being as athletic as a pillow, figured it would be nice. His lungs disagreed. The 24 year-old had to be rushed to the hospital because of severe breathing problems, and he didn’t mind that much after he got there.
When he was assigned a room in the ER, he was asked the basic questions (‘Are you athletic?’ ‘Do you take medication?’ 'Are you sexually active?’ 'Do you have any past medical history?’) and given a diagnosis. He had an extremely severe asthma attack, and he also found out he was asthmatic. He was moved to an overnight room in another wing of the building, and he was to stay for a week, just in case.
In the ER, Dan had had one person with him: his friend who invited him to go jogging, PJ. PJ had spent over half the time in the hospital apologizing to Dan, and Dan had spent an equal amount of time convincing him that it wasn’t his fault.
Dan was living alone in London, out of university with a degree in law, and he didn’t have any pressing matters that he needed to work on immediately. His parents and brother liver far enough away that visiting wouldn’t be worth it; his close friends were all on vacation this week (excluding PJ) and his extended family didn’t know he was in the hospital or care enough to visit Dan. It wasn’t severe enough that he needed visitors, anyways; this was just a precaution taken to prevent further damage to his respiratory system. In short, he had no one to visit him. He didn’t mind that much, really, he wasn’t quite the social butterfly.
When he was moved, the hospital limited PJ’s visitation hours to 2 hours a day. Dan got bored easily, so he wasn’t happy when he heard. He didn’t protest, though. It turns out the nurse was a friend of PJ’s through uni. PJ majored in filmmaking, as did the nurse, Phil, who also majored in medicine. Dan had minored in filmmaking, so he had some common ground. PJ said Phil made YouTube videos on the side, like Dan, so there was another thing they had in common.
When the nurse walked in, Dan was taken aback. “God,” he thought. “He’s cute.”
The nurse waved. “Hello, I’m going to be your nurse this week..” He looked down at his clipboard and read the name, “Dan! I’m Phil. I think PJ has probably already told you about me, but I’m going to introduce myself anyways.” He smiled. “Looks like you had an asthma attack, and moved here from the ER as a precaution. We’ll just be taking some CAT scans and blood samples this week. We’ll also be providing medication, of course, which you will be provided with at your release.” Phil laughed. “Gosh, sorry! That sounded like we had locked up, or something!”
Dan laughed too. “Sounds good. And it looks like my information sheet has already told you about me, but I’m going to introduce myself anyways.” He smiled. “I’m Dan.” The brown-haired boy extended his arm for a handshake and the nurse accepted.
“Okay PJ, as much as we all enjoy your delightful company, you’re approaching the three-hour mark now.” Phil laughed. “Time to hit the road, Peej.” He handed PJ his jacket and patted him on the back.
“I like the 'Welcome’ aura. I feel right at home!” PJ exclaimed sarcastically as he was walking out the door. He bid goodbye to Dan and Phil and he was on his way.
“I’m going to have to go now, too. There’s a patient down the hall throwing up every five minutes.” Phil said. “Here’s the TV remote, and if you need anything, press that red button.” Phil handed him a remote and pointed to a big red button on the bed side. “When you press the button, it calls me, almost. Say what you need and I’ll deem it worthy or unworthy.” And with that, Phil left. And Dan was pretty sure he was redder than a tomato.
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The next day, PJ had work and Dan was unbearably bored. He saw a stack of pillows in the corner of the room and he had an idea.

An hour, twenty-two pillows and three accidental button pressings later, and Dan’s pillow fortress was complete. About ten minutes later, Phil decided to check up on Dan. When he saw Dan trying to hide under the pillows, he giggled, because the boy was 6'3 and trying to hide under a pillow fortress. When Dan exclaimed, “Fight me!” And emerged from the mass of pillows with the TV remote as a make-shift sword, Phil was startled but simply replied with, “Maybe later.” He proceeded to fix the pillows and exit. He left Dan an uncontrollable giggly mess, he left himself redder than Taylor Swift’s fourth album. He was chuckling all the way to the break room.
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Today, Dan decided to really impress this guy. He couldn’t tell if it had worked yesterday, but he was going to try again today. He requested ten extra pillows, and another very confused nurse obliged. Today, Dan had a structure. He had colored pillows, blankets, a password and everything. It was big enough to hide him now. This time around, it took him 32 pillows, 5 blankets, 2 and half hours, but surprisingly, he managed to avoid the red button.

When he heard the door creak open and Phil’s voice go, “Hello?” He decided to strike. He grabbed his TV remote, pushed aside the blanket serving as a door, and once again, exclaimed, “Fight me!”
Before Phil could respond, Dan started coughing uncontrollably but returned to his battle stance when it had ceased. After a few moments, Phil said, “I would, but I know you’d win.” He smiled, fixed the pillows, and walked out. This time, Dan could see the man’s intense blush and wide grin.
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This patient was seriously cute and he only had two days left. When Phil went in in the morning, he’d discovered Dan had another asthma attack overnight but had been treated. Phil tried to check up on him, but the boy was asleep. He figured he’d let him rest. He had one more day left to impress this boy, but man, was it hard. He’d figure out how to do it tonight. Today, he thought, he would deal with his conscious patients.
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Phil had been extra careful to go in an hour early that morning and purchase a mug from the gift shop. He slipped a piece of paper inside of it and snuck into Dan’s room before he was awake. He was leaving in a few hours, so Phil set the mug down on his bedside table and left. He hoped he’d see it.
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When Dan awoke, the news was on. He reached for the remote, but his hand found something different. It was a mug that said, 'Get well soon!’ with a wishing well on it. When he picked it up, he saw there was a piece of paper inside. It was a note that read, 'Call me and I’ll consider a fight. Phil.’ There was also a number scribbled on it in messy handwriting. Dan grinned and put it back on the table. He got dressed and filled out the remaining paperwork, getting ready to leave. He stuck the paper in his pocket and got a bag for the mug, put the bed back in order and alerted the nearest nurse he was leaving. He dropped the paperwork off at the desk.
On his way out, he caught a familiar eye. Dan looked at Phil, who winked at him and walked away. Dan laughed and left.
He definitely needed to come here more often.

The time Kurt and Blaine watched a scary movie

Oh—”

“Oh my God, not—not there—!”

They both jump as the masked killer leaps out from behind a wall to a crescendo of music and thunder. With the lights off in their apartment, the silver lightning shatters the living room into splinters. Kurt, legs pulled up against the pillow that he’s hugging against his chest, squeaks as the killer hacks his blunt sword against some innocent girl with a horror-contorted face. Blaine moves as though he’s going to reach out and lull Kurt’s tense muscles, but his fingers flutter in midair before he returns to the safety of his blanket.

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