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prompt: chore
He didn't ask for help, he didn't say anything, he didn't even talk. He stared at the wall, he felt his body slowly starting to feel dense and heavy and too much.
He was trying to make this pass quickly so no one would notice. He was trying to get out of bed but the sheets were holding him hostage, the daylight was too bright, the world around him was too alive and he was in this weird limbo where he wasn't even sure if he existed. He stayed there, scared but quiet and still. Ian felt like a chore, like a responsibility, like too much weight in someone's shoulders so he kept quiet and still.
But then something moved in the other side of the bed, then a kiss in his shoulder, a hand that decided to stay there and a whisper
"You're not a chore" Mickey said softly, like the mind reader he was "you're my husband and I promised to love you and take care of you in sickness and health, so here i am loving you and taking care of you in sickness"
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imagine if the oceans were replaced by forests and if you went into the forest the trees would get taller the deeper you went and there’d be thousands of undiscovered species and you could effectively walk across the ocean but the deeper you went, the darker it would be and the animals would get progressively scarier and more dangerous and instead of whales there’d be giant deer and just wow