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tell me all the time not to worry (when I won't wake up on my own) by lemonlesbian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
07 Jun 2026
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“Hey, hey. What's wrong?”
“Um,” his voice cracks, small and helpless. “I don’t feel good,” he whispers.
The tears start to fall and he forces himself to look away once again. Finally saying it out loud makes it feel officially real and his heart skips a beat at the thought that he might actually be sick. He hasn’t been sick in years, what if it’s bad because his immune system hasn’t had to defend itself from the stomach flu in so long? Tremors travel through his limbs and his belly turns. He can feel his panic building.
The hand on Buck's shoulder moves to his upper back. “Alright,” Eddie says. “What do you need?”
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Buck's emetophobia strikes up one night when he's sleeping on the Diaz's couch. Eddie is there to take care of him.
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you're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to by lemonlesbian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
02 May 2026
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“And then he looks through the Petrovascope – which is basically like a scientific camera – and sees something obscuring the Petrova line. Guess what it is.”
Buck’s bright, adoring, enthusiastic self is something too good for this ruining world, Eddie thinks, watching Buck explain his new favorite book to Tommy; Project Hail Mary.
“I don’t know, Evan, what?”
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OrWhen Buck is trying to explain a detail about his new favorite book to Tommy, it isn’t well received as it should be. Cue Eddie, who knows Buck and loves him with everything.
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Merlin wakes to the sound of his wooden, frail bedroom door creaking open. Through his tired eyes he watches a figure slip past the threshold–familiar but worrying for this isn’t something that they have done before–and shut the door with a gentle click, so as to not wake his mentor on the other side of it.
“Arthur?” Merlin sits up in his bed, his thin blanket pooling around his waist. The moon shines in from the small window near the ceiling, helping the adjustment of his vision to the darkness. He hopes the redness leftover from his earlier crying isn’t obvious with the streak of moonlight entering through his window. “What are you doing here? Is something the matter?”
“No,” Arthur answers, voice wavering on something that tells Merlin the opposite, “nothing important.”
Merlin frowns. Because yes, it is important if it’s the reason for his weighed down shoulders, the furrow on his forehead, the vulnerability shining through his distant eyes.
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my subconscious savior, i look to you to see the truth by lemonlesbian
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
21 Nov 2025
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“Hey, Arthur.”
Merlin's voice comes across shaky, quiet but also relieved. Arthur sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, concern ebbing into his mind. “What time is it? Are you okay?”
“No–yeah, I’m…I’m okay. I'm sorry, I know it’s late or, well, early I guess. I just,” he sighs tiredly, “I don’t know.”
It’s not hard for Arthur to wake up fully, sitting up in bed like it’s routine. He knows when Merlin calls him at such hours it’s because he’s in need of something. And whatever that thing is, Arthur will give it to him. But something is different this time; it’s his voice, Arthur thinks, there’s something lurking in it that further feeds his concern.
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When Merlin is struggling mentally, he calls Arthur, opening a door to the light that's been shining underneath.
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“A’thur?” Merlin mumbles, eyes slipping open to reveal a blue that mixes perfectly with the silver light filtering the bedroom.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you,” Arthur whispers.
“It’s alright,” Merlin mumbles. He quickly awakens, thoughts rather than tiredness tumbling in his eyes. Merlin stares and Arthur lets him, knows what will come out of it; the reminder that he has someone who knows him, every real and pure inch, every ugly and mean part. The trace of Merlin's focus presents itself on Arthur's body like a brush on a canvas. It’s smooth and all encompassing, bristles only meant to color a plain background, to bring life to it.
When Merlin speaks again his voice is wise and somewhere amused, fond. “Has your mind sneaked up on your mood again?"
Their forearms lay next to one another in the small space that separates them, their fingers brushing together but not yet tangled. Arthur keeps his eyes pointed on them when he answers. “You know me far too well, Merlin. Have you any idiocy anymore?”
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When Arthur is struggling in his own mind, he seeks out Merlin, who brings him back to himself.