I want to wish Luke Weaver a speedy recovery. He's out with a left hamstring strain. I miss watching him close games. He's sooooooo good!! Please get well and feel better, Luke. I miss you very, very much, and we need you very, very much ❤️ Let's go, Luke!!!
hi hi it’s nauseous anon here (i feel like there are nicer things for me to be known as but i digress…) so pretty sure it’s from 1. stress and 2. not eating often enough and 3. a mild addiction to energy drinks so gonna try and fix those :33 thanks for ur help!!
i see.. those are definitely some possible explanations as to why you've been feeling nauseous.
well, it's a good thing you're able to recognize where the problem may be. stress is a big factor when it comes to a variety of health issues... it's also important to stay hydrated, so consider reducing your intake of energy drinks and opting for water instead. remember— taking care of yourself is important! your health is a top priority.
we are sick at the same time, hello, i am using my sick time to be absolutely fucked on meds and think about sebastian’s old teeth
Oh hello, I'm so sorry you're sick too! At least you're spending your sick time wisely 😌 Let me offer you some more of Seb's cute old teeth (and face, look at this cutie) to get you through this 😘
A/N: I hope you feel better!! Drink some water and take care of yourself first!! Take care and know that you’re great and fantastic!!
Tomura isn’t great at comforting people. He’s never had the reason to, never really cared about anybody that would require comforting to learn about it. But then you come into the picture and seeing you cry is painful. Seeing you anything but happy is painful and he hates the feeling, hates how you can make him feel so powerless.
Cheering you up is tricky for him in the beginning. He doesn't know the proper things to say, the correct things to give you and ends up tripping over his words. He doesn’t make things worse and he can tell you appreciate his efforts but it still angers him that he can’t make you feel better right away.
As time goes on, he learns. He learns what words he needs to say, how to make you feel better- he figures you out, and he’s able to make you smile quicker than when he did in the beginning of the relationship. If you’re sad, he’ll make you feel better eventually.
It’s different when you’re crushed; when you have an empty look in your eyes and you’re just not you. He doesn’t like being out of the loop when it comes to you- he wants- needs- to know what happened, needs to know how to make you feel better and see your smile. He’s going to pry, he’s going to ask what’s wrong until you tell him.
When he finds out that your dreams were crushed- that the one thing you loved to do was shattered- he’s going to be furious. Fury will take over for a moment, narrowing his eyes and teeth bared, ready to ask who and leave the room to deal with it but then he catches a look at you. He hates the word pity- it leaves an awful taste in his mouth but that’s how you look like, so sad and small, so undeserving of the hatred and lies that were told to you. You look pitiful and he doesn’t want to leave you alone to suffer.
Tomura knows how to make things better when you’re sad- he’s learned but when you’re hopes and dreams are crushed? He’s at a loss- he’s staring at you and his hands are curled and he’s unaware of what to do. He just wants to make you feel better.
He’ll offer an apology- he doesn’t know why, he just feels like it should, feels as if he should apologize for the harm done to you. He feels like he should have prevented it, been there to shut down the words and comfort you and reassure you before the words were told, before the actions were given but he wasn’t. And he’s sorry.
He wants to make you feel better and whatever you need, whatever you want, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. He cares for you so much that it hurts, if you asked him to do something, he’d do it- no questions asked. You want the people who did something bad to you gone? Consider it done, all you have to do is say the word and he’ll hold you until you’re fast asleep and see to it that they won’t ever hurt you again.
He’ll hold you tight in his arms, press soft kisses on you and let you hold onto him as much as you want, let you stain his shirt with tears, let you fall asleep in his arms even if his own arms were to fall asleep. Whatever you want- you’ll get it. He cares for you and seeing you see defeated, will hurt him.
He’ll whisper away the words of pain, replace them with love if that’s what you want. It won’t be as eloquent as when you speak to him, but it’ll be something, it’ll be enough to just see you smile at him, to gain that spark back. Tomura isn’t smooth with words, it takes a bit to find his footing, but he’ll make you feel better if it’s the last thing he’ll do.
He’s never seen you look so defeated, so tired and empty, so sad- no, this isn’t sadness, this is different. If you were sad, you’d be crying, you’d be holding onto him and he would know how to fix this. But he doesn’t know how to fix this because you aren’t sad- you’re just hurt and for some reason it’s hurting him. You’re buried under the covers, eyes dewy with unshed tears and a tired look to match. You look so tired- so defeated.
"I'm," his eyes dart around the room as if the correct words would materialize in this air, "sorry."
You peer at him under the covers, your eyes still downturned and glossy. "For?"
Your voice makes him flinch. It's empty- a hint of sadness laced into it, but no other emotion, nothing strong- just empty. "I- I don't know.” He sighs and lets his head fall. It’s silent and all he wants to do is find the perfect words to say to you- to just make you feel a bit better but, he doesn’t know how. His neck pricks and his hands flinch, the familiar sensations come to mind and it’s painful but it’s familiar, it’s safe and it’s something that always made him better- it was the one thing he had control over. He glances down at you, his fingers are poised, nails sharp and they’re ready to strike but then you meet his eyes and his hand unfurls. He lets it fall and meets you under the covers. “I can get rid of them for you,” he mutters, blanket pulled up to his chin.
You give him an inch of smile- it’s not much, but it’s something- it’s good enough for him. “It’s not a big deal,” you whisper. Your legs nudge his and slowly they become entangled.
“It's a big deal to me.” His fingers touch your check and your eyes flutter close. “Whatever they said, it doesn’t mean shit. You’re good at what you do. They’re just-”
“Please don’t say that they’re just jealous,” you hiss out the last word and squeeze your eyes tighter. “I just- It just sucks a lot right now,” your voice croaks and when you open your eyes he can see tears.
He huffs and his lips pull into a thin line. “The offer still stands. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.” He stares at you, conviction in his voice and he means it. You want them gone, he’ll do it, you want a face worse than death? Leave it up to him. “You mean… a lot to me-” you snort and his knee presses against your thigh- “I’ll make you happy.”
“You’re being a bit of a yandere right now Tomu-kun.” Your hand moves under the blanket and peeks out, you touch his face and his eyes widen a fraction- your hands are warm and soft and he softens, shoulders lowering and lips parting as he stares at you.
“Shut up,” he breathes out, staring at you. He doesn’t know what’s appropriate right now- doesn’t know if he’s allowed to kiss your troubles away, if he can hold you tight until you break and cry, and he can finally fix it. He doesn’t know what to do, how to just make you smile again.
As if graced by something above him, you smile at him. It’s brighter than the one you offered a bit ago, more of a smile, softer and warmer and he’ll take it. “You’re going to tell your lovely partner to shut up? In their moment of need? Have you no shame Tomura?”
There it is. You’re personality peeking out, the teasing lilt in your voice, a pinch of cheek and he can feel the red bloom where your fingers pinched. He smiles and shakes his head. “Do-” his voice comes out hoarse and he clears it- “Do you want a hug?” he opens his arms and the blanket rises and makes a small place where you can come up to him.
“Four-to-five seconds?”
“It can be forty-five seconds this time.” His breath hitches when you hug him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his neck, your lips brushing along the long faded scars and he swallows tightly. The blanket falls and his arms wrap around you, eyes shut and he hands bunching your shirt before loosening and coming under your shirt to rub small circles onto you.
The seconds blur into minutes and he makes no motion to move, allowing the both of you to seek comfort in each other, allowing for you to hide yourself in him for as long as you need to and when you pull away, he pecks your temple, lips pressed against your skin and his hands slip from under your shirt and intertwine with your hand.
