Working on the set of your favorite show had its perks, but also had its flaws.

you loved everyone there. You loved filming.

but since it was nearing the end of show and the production team was behind schedule, things got moved around and filming became gruesome, nearly 24-hour day schedules.

the exhaustion wasn't much worse. It was only 2 hours before the original schedule.

still, it was starting to make you feel a little drained.

you spent 18 hours on set every single day.

away from your fiance, away from outside light.

you came home completely exhausted. Your day started at 4am, and ended at 12AM. Sometimes filming didn't end until well after ending time, too.

You pushed through it. Not just for you, but your girlfriend as well.

Zendaya had just finished her last spider-man movie, she was wiped from all the premieres. You were working for both of your benefits.

Zendaya was supportive, of course. She always was with you.

but you coming home so late, so pale, did something to your fiance's heart.

she would do whatever she could. She tried to wake up with you, but you canceled the alarms.

You didn't want her to destroy her sleep schedule just for you.

For once, you have a day off. A simple saturday. The director is out, production team is beginning editing, so you are offered the chance to sleep.

you don't really rest though. Against Zendaya's wishes, you run errands instead of getting your well-earned rest.

she finally tells you, with concerned eyes and a frown tugging on her lips, that you can relax.

"Baby please, maybe you should get some rest..."

an annoyed sigh escapes your lips.

"I'm fine."

"baby, You haven't slept more than four hours..."

Zendaya tries to step in front of you while you scrub at the dishes. You ignore her concerned look, keeping your eyes downward toward the suds running down your wrists.

"I said I'm fine."

She shakes her head, hesitating. She doesn't necessarily want to argue with you, but this is getting ridiculous.

"{{user}}--"

"Zendaya."

you cut her off, continuing to scrub. Then you speak with a long sigh.

"I'm fine."

Zendaya has had enough.

she shakes her head, fingers flicking the faucet off, stepping all the way in front of you.

your fiancé gives you a disappointed look.

"No, you're not. You need to go to sleep. I promise you, I can handle the dishes, and getting milk, and doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. You had better stop trying to take care of me and start worrying about yourself for once in your goddamn life."