#like excuse me do you mind it’s 9pm it’s bedtime I need to sleep

[buckys-little-belle]

Okay okay one more and it’s only so I don’t forget cause I will; How about When Bubba try’s to weasel out of or Stall or bedtime cause they struggle with a loud brain aka Anxiety, or insomnia Surprise me lol it can be Steve or Bucky and this can be a fic or HC (No rush either 💗 just wanted to send it before I forget ((of course it had to be around bedtime)) lol)

Just a little longer

Steve x Little!reader (they/them/ no pronouns used)

Warnings : sleep issues, mentions of anxiety, soft!steve

SFW : please keep all interactions with this fic and blog SFW

Authors note : I’m sorry that its only Steve! I was going to do both but I had a huge brain crash and for some reason i had no idea what to write for Bucky! I hope you like it anyways <3

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Steve

Steve my beloved

Steve is definitely a routine guy, he has a whole bedtime schedule thats framed in your bedroom in case you forget the next step.

So when he notices that you aren’t following the routine he knows its not because you don’t know what to do.

The first night he blames himself for your odd behaviour, thinking he let you eat too much sugar before bed, how could he let you drink a regular juice box instead of the sugar free ones?

He noticed that night that you were awake for longer than usual, your breathing taking longer than usual to become steady, your body wriggling around for longer than normal.

Again he chalked this up to the lack of structure when it came to your bedtime routine that night, the lack of structure chalked up to a sugar overload because of the juice box.

The second night you seemed to be even more off schedule, refusing to stop colouring at 9pm like normal, wanting to finish your page that you clearly just started.

Then when you finally lost that argument you refused to drink the juice, saying it was too sweet, which he knew for a fact was a lie, you drank the same juice last night.

None the less he poured half of the juice box into a sippy cup, filling the rest up with water. Looking at the clock though he was frustrated, you were already 20 minutes off schedule.

After brushing your teeth and getting you all settled into bed he heard you slip out of bed and running to your playroom. When you returned you had a story book with you. “Read it for me?” You asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Baby it’s bedtime” he responded, frustration clearly laced how words. “Um yes, but i needa book daddy” your bottom lip now puffed out. “Baby you never want to read stories before bed what’s going on?”

At this point steve had gotten out of bed and walked towards you, taking the book out of your hands and picking up up, eventually sitting the two of you down on the edge of the bed.

“Nofin” you pout, your brain panicking, trying to come up with any excuse to stay up later. Steve layed his head atop yours, “baby what’s wrong” he spoke, his voice calm and collected this time.

“My brain jus wont stop movin’” your words were slurred and your body tired. Steve knew what you meant, you’ve been doing really well lately but he knows that sometimes your anxiety can make you think non stop when you just want to sleep.

“Okay” he said as he kissed the top of your head, slowly moving you to our side of the bed, tucking you back under the covers.

He walked towards the door and let you know he would be right back, soon walking back into the room with his laptop. He set it down on your night table and began scrolling through Netflix, eventually finding a tv show to put on for you.

He found that during these times, where your mind wouldn’t stop thinking about everything and anything, that watching some tv to distract your mind would put you to sleep in no time. The characters occupying your thoughts and our body slipping into the deep sleep that you needed.

He slipped into bed behind you, holding you in his arms as he wrapped his legs with yours. “Feeling better baby?” He whispered. You mumbled back a quick “mhm”

The two of you stayed like that for a half an hour, by then you fell asleep and steve turned the tv show off, soon falling asleep as well.

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[amitheproblem-blog1]

The problem with alcohol

With only one or two disagreements while on holiday it started to feel like we turned a corner.

We've been back home a couple of days and had been getting on fairly well. The wife decided that she was going to give quitting drinking a go, although we had a bottle of prosecco in the fridge to celebrate the fact she passed her nursing degree, so of course we cracked that open last night so we could toast a well deserved 'congratulations'.

After taking our youngest son for his swimming lesson earlier this evening she arrived home after nipping to the shop. The only thing needed so I could finish dinner was some eggs, but out of the bag came a bottle of red wine...along with the usual excuse. This time it was 'I'm still in holiday mode, so I thought why not'. There is always an excuse. The last three years while doing her degree it has usually been 'this course is stressful and the wine helps me relax'. I've always been curious as to what the excuses would be at the end of the course. Now I guess I'll have to wait until the end of holiday mode before the new excuses start.

Don't get me wrong, as much as I don't drink, I don't think all drinking is bad and no-one should ever do it. I wouldn't criticise anyone for their life choices, but when those choices affect everyone else around you, and you won't admit you have a problem, then you leave yourself open to criticism.

So after we all had dinner I took the youngest two upstairs. I got them both ready for bed and read them a bedtime story and afterwards I had a shower. I could hear music playing quite loudly, coming from the living room, and when I came out of the bathroom our son was still awake. He was struggling to get to sleep because the music was loud, so when I came downstairs I turned it down. I didn't think anything of it, but the audacity I showed by doing this would be held against me later!

While upstairs talking to my son he said something that I found amusing, and when I came down I thought I'd share it with the others. I started to tell my wife and she looked at me briefly as I spoke but then suddenly said 'do you remember....' and started telling me something. The problem was I was still talking to her. She completely blanked me and talked over me and chose to ignore me entirely. This might seem like something very trivial, and in isolation I suppose it would be. The problem is though it happens all the time. She never listens to me, ever. I have to repeat myself constantly, she never makes eye contact and if I try harder to get her attention and succeed, she tells me to hurry up because I'm boring her.

She is rude, and ignorant. If I try to tell her how much I hate it when she doesn't listen, I'm overreacting.

The older two went to bed just after 9pm, and after they left the room she started making little digs about how I am 'mardy', those digs getting progressively more abusive and more personal depending on the amount of wine she consumed. At the end of the night telling me she is waiting for a reason to kick me out, and that no-one else would want me because I look middle aged now.

She ended up drinking almost the entire bottle of wine. There is less than half a glass left and she was pretty drunk by the end of it.

Where there is alcohol there is often trouble. It can go one of two ways when she drinks that much. She can either be pleasant but sarcastic and dismissive of my thoughts or opinions, or outright confrontational and argumentative. Tonight we saw the argumentative side.

She started by criticising me for turning the music down. Apparently I just did that because I am controlling, and not because it was as loud as it was upstairs. This progressed to a critique about how I like us all to spend time together as a family. Apparently I sound too much like my evil mother, who always used to say how important family is. I shouldn't try to force us all to spend time together, because when I'm older I'll be all alone like she is. I like it when we all spend time together, but in her mind that must be a bad thing?!

She can be nastiest when she has had a drink. Harshness is her staple, and the more I talk back the harsher and more abusive she becomes. I know I shouldn't talk to her, because the ability to reason is lost when she is drunk and it just makes things worse. She just doesn't listen to it, and will seek conflict no matter what I say...even if I cower and agree with her.

She criticised me for regularly staying up later than she does. I stay up late, because I'm so busy in the day. After everyone goes to bed I can do what I want to do for a couple of hours. I don't feel tired at 11pm like she does, and choose to stay up. She thinks I'm up to no good, thinking I stay downstairs because I watch pornography or chat to women on live sex chat or something like that....every bloody night allegedly?! She doesn't know I actually spend more and more of my time blogging! If I'm not doing that I'm either catching up on YouTube videos or watching something I've recorded on Sky. She is so paranoid it's unbelievable, but she convinces herself I am doing something or other behind her back that she would disapprove of. She is only happy if she can keep watch of me 24/7. Always know where I am and who I am talking to.

She disapproves of porn, she is a bit of a prude to be honest and needs to grow up. Sometimes men (and women) watch porn. Get over it. I probably watch some once or twice a month, it's hardly an addiction!

She commented on how no-one is allowed near my phone. This isn't strictly true. I don't let the kids, because they have their own devices and my battery is rubbish. I don't ever look at my wife's phone, because I'm not paranoid. I have no overwhelming desire to see her phone, and have never even considered trying to sneak a look behind her back. But I know it pains her she cannot unlock mine. I leave it lying around all the time, because I have absolutely nothing to hide, but I know if I give it to her so she can scrutinise it, she will ask to do it all the time and that is a slippery slope I don't want to slide down. She will see whatsapp messages with my mum, and regardless of content, she will argue with me about the fact I dare talk to her. I just know, even though there is nothing on there worth a damn, she will find something to have an issue about because that is the sort of confrontational person she is. She checks the time I was last 'seen' on whatsapp, and if my mum was last 'seen' around the same time she will always ask 'what have you been talking to that witch about?', always assuming I have been talking to my mum, and if so that the conversation had to have been about her. She always thinks everyone is talking about her, like she is the centre of everyone else's universe.

Thankfully she eventually announced she was going to bed, but proceeded to argue with me about how much of a horrible person I am for another half hour or so, because I behave just like my shit mum, who is the worst person in the world. I just had to sit and listen to her. In the end I had to lock myself in the downstairs bathroom just to get away from her until she went upstairs.

As much as I thought we were making positive steps I was wrong. We just lurch from one issue to the next.

I'm just trying to spend time with my kids and make this house a family home they feel comfortable in. My wife is on an alcohol soaked path of self-destruction, fuelled by paranoia and misdirected anger.

I'm tired, but I am coming to the conclusion that I am a very mentally strong person to stick around and deal with this crap so frequently.

Looks like another night on the settee for me! At least I am back at work on late shifts for the next three days.