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This is a little fic for @domaystic
Based on day 12: Sharing
You slip on Robby’s hoodie whilst at his home for a little comfort. Shoving your hands into the pockets you discover little packets of…Werther's originals?
Notes: wholesome fluff. just two people in love. established relationship
Word Count: ~1.4k
A shiver ran down your spine.
A chill coming over you.
You wrap your arms around yourself, while you lift yourself off your spot on the couch.
Michael had just stepped out to pick up some food. Leaving you cold without his presence beside you.
Gentle footsteps echo around the room as you shuffle into the bedroom, grasping at one of his jackets hanging in the cupboard.
You slip it on and relish in its softness, enveloped by his scent. With a note of roasted coffee, balanced with a slight spice.
Sighing in relief as it embraces you.
Already feeling the cold melt away.
Walking back to the living room, you settle on the couch once more, tucking your hands into the pockets, only to raise a brow in question.
A small rustle, as your fingers brush over something in the pockets.
Grasping onto one of them, you pull out a small little wrapped candy. Its wrapper the colour of golden honey, a small quirk of your lips at the sight, while you discover a few of these little Werthers tucked into the pockets of Michael’s hoodie.
Unwrapping one as you pop it into your mouth, you let the caramel butter toffees simply melt in your mouth.
Now you understand why Michael sometimes had a slight taste of caramel whenever you kissed him.
It seemed he had a sweet tooth.
A little weakness for these caramel candies.
Laughing softly at the realisation. Amused by the idea.
You quickly stuff the wrapper into the pocket as you hear the doorknob turn, the faint hello from Michael as he walks through the doors.
You tilt your head up as you see his shadow approach, whilst he ducks down to catch your lips with his.
Mumbling softly against your lips, “Missed you”
You giggle softly, with a scrunch of your nose, “You were barely gone more than 10 minutes, how could you miss me?”
“Whenever you’re not with me I miss you– even now I’m missing you”
“You’re such a sap,” you tease, shifting off of the couch, his hand slipping around your waist, as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.
“Only for you,” he furrows his brows as he notices something, “Is that my jacket?”
“And what if it is?” you lift a brow.
Shrugging, he replies, “It looks good on you”
Leaning your head against his shoulder as you walk over to the kitchen. Pulling away from him as you grab the plates, while he opens the take out boxes.
“Hope you’re hungry, cause they insisted on throwing in some free spring rolls”
“Is this ‘cause you saved their life or something?” you asked, mouth already stuffed with a spring roll.
Slightly regretting it as it burns your tongue.
“Something like that”
You grin at him, whilst he smiles softly at you.
These were the nights he loved.
Calm.
Peaceful.
And so full of love.
He didn’t realise life could be so peaceful.
Through the mayhem and madness of working in the Pitt.
Here he found solace in your company.
Glimpses of peace amidst his chaos.
“What do you wanna watch?”
“Whatever you want, love”
…
The little discovery you had made, had yet to leave your thoughts.
As you continued to find the little packets of Werthers loose in the bottom of his bags or in the pockets of his hoodies and jackets.
It was honestly surprising you hadn’t found them sooner.
Each time you discovered one a little smile would make its way across your face.
There were times when you noticed he’d pop one into his mouth when he thought no one was watching.
But you noticed.
Whenever things had gone well he would slip one into his mouth. As though it were a little reward.
It had prompted you to start your own little stash. Picking up a few bags of Werthers and hiding them away.
Keeping a few on hand. Just in case Michael ever needed a little pick me up.
It started out as a simple gesture. A mindless idea really.
Handing the little candies to him every now and again, whenever you thought it was necessary.
Just offering it to share.
“Hey do you want a little candy, I’ve got some extra,” you’d offer them. So sweetly, not making a fuss over them. Barely looking his way as you outstretched your hand with the little candies.
Michael never thought much of it. Simply smiled and enjoyed them as they melted in his mouth.
It was only after a few weeks of this did Michael clock onto your antics…
Well it was only when Dana pointed it out did he clock on.
“Who pissed in your cheerios this morning?” she asked dryly.
Robby had been in a mood.
Nothing too off, but enough for Dana to notice. With an arched brow as she looked at him.
A little disgruntled.
Maybe it was the spilled coffee on his way to work, maybe it was the fact that chairs were already full to the brim when he walked through. Or maybe it was because psych insisted that one of the patients didn’t need admitting.
You could spin a wheel and land on any of those things and more. All of which could explain his soured expression.
“I’m fine”
“Sure, you’re a real bucket of sunshine today,” she quipped.
While he rolled his eyes, glancing over the charts.
Hand digging through his pocket, hoping to find something sweet just to quell him…
Only to come up empty.
Lips dipping down even further. Annoyance creeping in.
Dana catches your eye, as she nods towards Robby.
“You don’t happen to have anything to get him out of this mood do you?”
Robby only huffs lightly from her teasing words.
Digging a hand into your pocket you pull out a little Werther, slipping it into his hand. With a small wink.
His brows crease as he looks at the small little candy in his hand, before looking up to see you, having already wandered off busy working.
Shaking his head, with a small smile as he unwraps the little sweet, popping it into his mouth.
“Seriously, a Werthers? That’s all it takes to put you in a good mood,” Dana looks at him expectantly. Amused by what had happened.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than hassle me?” he asked.
Dana shrugs, “Hassling you is a perk of the job-sue me for trying to find a little joy”
Throughout the shift it feels as though you and Michael are always just passing by. Barely able to have a moment together.
That was just the way it worked sometimes.
Bones aching, muscles tired as you stretch. Breathing in the cool evening air.
An arm wraps around your waist, with a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Ready to go home?”
“I could fall asleep right here and now”
“We can’t let that happen now, can we?”
You sigh with a smile, as you lean further into his hold, feet beginning to move in the direction of his car.
“So Werthers?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“What about them?”
“How’d you know I liked them?”
Glancing up at him to meet his eye, you turn to reach up and gently trace your hands across his features, soothing the furrow of his brow.
“I’m just that good,” you softly reply.
He hums in agreement.
Before you continue, “And you keep a shit load of them in all your pockets”
You feel his body shake, as he lets out a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Featherlight and sweet.
Peppering kisses along your face, before trailing down to meet your lips. Soft and sweet. As smooth as the little sweets themselves.
He murmurs softly, “Thank you”
“For what?” you question, breathlessly.
“For sharing with me”
A wide smile stretches across your face, you respond in kind, “Thanks for sharing your life with me”
“Always”
You wander into the night, side by side. Settling into the car, his hand intertwined with yours. You simply admire him as he drives. A feeling of contentment settles between you both.
Life really is sweeter when it’s shared.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little story, based on the fact that Noah Wyle often rewards himself with a little Werther's when he does a good job with a scene (here’s a little insta clip of him saying this). So it's just a little sappy sweetness. Let me know what you thought of this little piece of fluff! ✨
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heyyy!! recently i had to have a small surgery that has been kicking my butt lol. i was wondering if you could write fluff/comfort with spencer where he takes care of reader who had just gone through a minor surgery and reader is like kinda embarrassed that they have to someone else take care of them. thank you so much, love ya!!
A/N: I hope you're well and fully healed by now Anon! Sorry this took so long! Crossing my fingers that it was worth the wait.
White Knight
Spencer Agnew x reader
Hurt/Comfort
Spencer chases away all your doubts when you're stuck with a broken ankle and your difficult thoughts.
TW: Hyperindependent girlie forced to rest (projecting a little tbh), bickering as a love language, reader should probably go to therapy, self deprecating and depressing thoughts, resisting care, downplaying problems, deep conversations
You hated being bedridden with a passion. You were very independent and self-sufficient, thank you very much. No need for care, you were just fine. But your boyfriend Spencer clearly did not feel the same, standing in front of you with his arms crossed stubbornly to keep you on the couch and blocking your escape attempts.
“You just got pins put in your ankle. There is no way you’re doing anything. Not on my watch.”
“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“Lay down and put your foot up.” You frowned, but visibly winced as he shifted your foot on top of the pillow. He put a bag of frozen peas on it for good measure, then covered you with a blanket. “Now is not the time to be stubborn. Now is the time to rest.”
“What if I don’t want to rest?” You challenged him with a glare.
“Where are you gonna go? You’re pretty out of commission for the next week.”
“I have crutches.” You protested, “I could cook dinner or do the dishes or something.”
“No way, not happening. The last thing we need is for you to slip and fall and catch yourself on the hot stove. And the doctor said to rest.”
“Ugh.” You turned your head away from him. “Boo.”
He passed you the TV remote and fluffed a pillow before sliding it under your back. You lifted yourself reluctantly to make it easier for him, but you couldn’t deny that it made your back feel a lot better. Spencer sat on the edge of the couch next to you, tucking you in as much as he could.
You flushed with embarrassment. “You know, you don’t have to do all this. I’ll be just fine on my own.”
He brushed your cheek with his thumb and you leaned into his touch before you could stop yourself. “I want to do this. You deserve it.”
“Sap.”
“Plus I have to keep you from making a run for it somehow. Knowing you, you’d probably break the other ankle.”
“I still won.”
“You broke your ankle during the three-legged race and Trevor had to carry you across the finish line. Technically he won for both of you.”
“Tomato tomato.” You grinned as you watched his brow furrow in frustration.
“You are so lucky you’re cute. Otherwise you might actually be the death of me.”
“I wouldn’t count it out yet.” He smoothed out the blanket, accidentally brushing your ankle. Tears welled in your eyes involuntarily. You wiped them away before he could see, not wanting to make him feel bad. “Could I have some water please?”
“Of course.”
As he walked away, you readjusted, trying to regain some of your composure, but you knocked the ice off in the process. It only made the throbbing in your ankle intensify, and you took a shaky breath to stop the sob building in your chest.
When he came back, he noticed immediately. Of course he did, you had been dating for two years after all. He noticed the way you bit your lip, how your breath was uneven and your eyes were shiny. All signs that you wanted to cry but wouldn’t let yourself.
He set the water down on the table next to you before gently perching himself back where he was before. “Hey, it’s okay to cry, you know. You’re in a lot of pain.”
“It’s just my stupid ankle, it’s nothing.” Your voice came out tight and snippy, a shell of your usual self.
He brushed a rogue piece of hair behind your ear. “It’s not nothing.”
Your lip trembled weakly at his comforting gaze. “I know.”
“You broke your ankle darling. Please let me take care of you.”
The pet name was said so sweetly that it broke down whatever defenses you had left, sending you careening into his arms. You burrowed yourself into the warmth of his hoodie and his arms and let yourself break down.
After a few minutes, you mumbled into his shoulder. “I just feel useless.”
“You aren’t useless, you literally can’t walk.”
“But this happens every time!” Your hand clenched the fabric of his sleeve tightly, your knuckles turning white. “Every single time!”
He pried your fingers away from the cotton, intertwining them with his. “Whoa, hey. What happens every time?”
“You taking care of me! And me being dumb, and stupid, and a fucking burden.”
He squeezed you as tight as he could without disturbing your ankle. “We aren’t doing that. We aren’t being mean to my girlfriend over something she can’t control. And you absolutely are not a burden. It is a privilege and an honor to take care of you.”
“But I feel like you’re always taking care of me. It’s selfish.”
“Selfish for who?”
“For me!”
“Okay, hear me out. I’m going to throw some scenarios out, and you tell me if I was selfish or not.”
You frowned, wondering where he was going with this. “Fine.”
“Okay, so remember when I was sick a few weeks ago with the flu?”
“Yeah.”
“You brought me soup and stayed up with me in the night when I was feverish. Selfish or not selfish?”
“Not. You literally couldn’t feed yourself.”
He nodded and hummed. “And what about when I forgot my lunch last week and you brought it to me at work?”
“Not selfish at all! You need to eat in order to fuel that big brain of yours and I had the day off.”
“How about how you always make dinner because I constantly work late?”
“Well, that’s different, you just can’t cook.”
He rolled his eyes. “Humor me please.”
“Not selfish. I like cooking for you.”
“What if I, hypothetically, had a broken ankle from a three-legged race at Amanda’s kid’s birthday party and needed help doing everyday chores?”
You rolled your eyes. “Real subtle.”
“I never said I was good with analogies, just that I was trying to make one. Is it selfish or not?”
Sighing, you conceded. “Not… I’d want you to rest.”
“So what makes this,” he gestured to the cast on your foot, “Different from the other situations?”
“Nothing…….”
“Exactly. Nothing.”
Tilting your head back, you let your lips brush the stubble on his chin in a small kiss. “I hate when you’re rational.”
“Well, I hate when you’re sad more.” He nuzzled your cheek, which made you let out a small giggle. “There’s that smile I love.”
“You always know how to make me feel better.”
He broke out in a cheesy grin. “It’s my favorite thing to see you happy.”
You leaned into him again, settling yourself comfortably between his legs. “You’re up there for me, probably behind strawberries though.”
“Strawberries are good too.”
You hugged him tightly. “Thank you, by the way.”
“For what?”
“Everything. But especially for chasing my bad thoughts away.”
You felt him kiss the top of your head gently. “I’ll fight them every day if I have to, you deserve it.”
A/N 2: Had this request half written and @bludy-ivy's Spencer fic 'Sweet Creature' inspired me to finish it! Give their fic some love too!
My disability makes me have to cancel plans or makes it so I can’t do any of my hobbies. My disability makes me not able to work, my disability makes me feel hopeless about school because I know I’m studying for jobs I probably won’t be able to get. My disability makes it hard to get dressed or go the bathroom. My disability is rapidly getting worse with no medical explanation. My disability makes it so most of my day is laying absolutely still because slight movement can hurt me. My disability makes me depressed, hopeless, suicidal. The only reason I keep doing any of it is because I want other disabled people to know they aren’t alone. Disability is so lonely. it can feel like everyone around you is worth more than you because they don’t break as easily as you. It can feel embarrassing to not be able to keep up with those around you. I don’t know where the light at the end of the tunnel is but I’m devoting my life to finding it for both of us. I live to make the world have a place for you and I my friend. If I can’t walk I’ll crawl. If I can’t use my hands I’ll use my voice. I love you and you deserve a wonderful life even if different from others
the FYS and PSY skill sound effects from disco elysium randomly play in my head sometimes. I used yt-dlp to extract the audio from a youtube video and spliced the individual sound effects out w tenacity. I wanna use them in some kind of art video like how vewn uses runescape sounds in her vids lmao
BTW this is NOT MY IMAGE I'm not sure who made it :/ I can't even remember where I found it originally.
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This is a little fic for @domaystic
Based on day 17: Bedridden
Robby falls sick.
So you are insistent on making him stay in bed. To rest. Something he's not used to.
But for you. He'd do anything you'd ask of him.
Notes: wholesome fluff. just two people in love. established relationship
Word Count: ~1.2k
You should’ve known this was coming.
You should’ve anticipated this.
You should’ve seen the signs.
They were all there right in front of you.
All right before you.
If only you had paid closer attention.
If only you had noticed it all sooner. Perhaps this could’ve been avoided…
From the moment that kid had sneezed onto Michael.
A domino had fallen.
You should’ve realised that a series of events had been set into motion.
But it had slipped your attention.
Michael was constantly surrounded by people who were ill, or unwell. He really didn’t think much of it.
Not until he had woken up this morning.
6 am as usual.
But he felt weighed down.
Heavy.
As though a weight had been dropped onto his chest.
You should’ve noticed the night before, how he was more thirsty than usual. How he sniffled.
The slight temperature, warmer than usual.
But you paid no mind to it as your fingers swept across his temple, placing a delicate kiss to his cheek, before you both turned off the lights and went to sleep.
If anything.
Michael should’ve seen the signs.
Should’ve noticed his own body slipping into a state of sickness.
His energy slowly being zapped from him with each passing hour. But he simply chalked it up to a long day. Feeling no more exhausted than usual.
But that morning.
As Michael began to stir.
His alarm began to sound off.
You were startled awake, it was unusual for Michael to not already be awake.
He normally woke up long before his alarm, early enough to turn it off before it could sound out. Before it could disturb the peace of your home.
But as you reach over, leaning over him.
His arms slink around you, eyes firmly closed tight.
A small groan escapes him.
Crackled and distorted.
Your eyes narrow slightly.
As much as you loved a little morning cuddle.
It was strange for Michael to linger in bed, especially after his alarm.
And the groan that escaped him, sounded groggy and thick.
Shifting slightly, you gently move your hands to rest upon his temple. Eyes widening as you realised.
Michael had a temperature.
Wriggling yourself free from his arms, as they try to tighten around you. You gently pry him off.
“I’ll be right back,”
He peers an eye open, glancing at the clock. As he begins to move, about to leave the confines of your bed.
You’re quick to gently place your hands on his chest, pushing him back down, “Stay there, ok. Don’t get up”
He mumbles weak protests. Lifting his head trying to push back.
As you send him a stern look. “When I come back in here, you better still be in bed”
He flops his head back down, paying head to your words.
“Good”
You nod satisfied, as you slip out of the room, rummaging through the kitchen cupboards you boil the kettle.
Slicing a lemon, as you pluck a honey jar from the cupboard.
A nice soothing cup of honey lemon tea was brewed. Slowly making your way back into the room, on your way having grabbed some cold and flu medicine.
Pushing the bedroom door open with your hip, you discover Michael’s arm slung over his eyes. As he breathes through his mouth, a nasal sound emitting, strained whenever he tries to breathe through his nose.
A small frown forms on your face.
It was a rare sight to see Michael sick.
He was normally such a beacon of health. Sure he’d be bone tired, sluggish at times, but he was never so sick to the point that his limbs felt like lead.
Like his head was dunked under water, struggling to breathe. Mind fogged and bleary eyed.
He had the immune system of an ox.
He was normally so diligent.
So particular with maintaining his health.
But that one sneeze had knocked the wind out of him.
Placing the steaming cup on the bedside, you gently encourage him to take the medicine.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, your hand rested upon his thigh, as he shifted to take a sip of the tea.
“You’re going to have to call in sick”
Shaking his head, “I’m ok. It’s just a fever, I’ll feel better in a few–”
“You look like death,” you said pointedly.
“Gee hon, you look beautiful today too,” he quips, before falling into a coughing fit.
“You’re not going to work today–if someone else came in looking like you do, you would turn them around and send them home with a bottle of Benadryl and a strict glance”
Sighing, his voice hoarse, mouth dry. Chest clogged and weighted, he relents.
“Fine”
Satisfied by the win, you pass him his phone, work already dialed, waiting for Michael to call sick.
“Now I’m going to stay here–”
“I’ll be fine, you can go to work”
He could be so stubborn sometimes, honestly…
“I’ll just work from home, don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to leave you alone right now”
“You know I’m a doctor right?” he asked dryly.
“A sick doctor,” you pat him gently before starting to stand, “Now get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up, ok. Just let me take care of you for once. Just let me do that, if not for you then for me.”
He grips your wrist loosely, tenderly. “Thank you”
“Of course,” you smile softly, before wagging your finger, “You know this means no kisses until you feel better”
“Guess I have to get better quick,” he jokes as you both laugh.
Pure adoration shining in his eyes as he looks at you.
Your hand swipes at his brow gently, softly, brushing through his hair, as he closes his eyes in contentment.
Whining quietly as the warmth of your hands disappears.
You leave him tucked in bed, as he takes the time to feel better.
Pottering around the home, you answer a few emails, make a few calls. Continue your day as usual.
Ducking out for just a moment to pick up some groceries. Returning with an abundance of veg and a nice whole chicken.
You take the time to chop them up, carrots, onions, celery all thrown into a pot as you settle the chicken in.
Covering it with stock and water, plopping in a bay leaf to add a slight pepperiness to the soup. A touch of ginger and garlic, all to help soothe an unsettled stomach.
You let it simmer and boil over the course of hours.
Just letting its aromas fill your home, soothing and heartwarming.
It was as though the care and attention could be sensed with a whiff of the air.
Checking in on Michael as he slept through the day.
So he knew that you were there for him. For whatever he needed.
A few close calls as he tried to pull you into his arms.
Though you remained resolute with keeping your distance.
Too bad that had weakened by the evening as you let his lips press against yours.
…and if perhaps that had been the cause of you feeling sick a few days later.
You couldn’t remain completely annoyed.
Not when Michael took the time to care for you just as you had done for him.
Especially when he lulled you to sleep with the cadence of his voice, as you insisted he read to you. Something you always appreciated.
You were each other’s greatest weakness and greatest strength.
There through sickness and in health.
“Thanks for taking care of me,” you whispered.
“Always,” he replied sweetly.
Pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little story, simple and sweet, as you insist on making sure Robby rests when he's sick (I totally imagine him just trying to plough through - he's stubborn that way, but you simply won't let him. So who's he to argue against you 🤷♀️) Let me know what you thought of this little piece of fluff! ✨
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