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morteamore · 2 years

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Cutting Room Floor 11/13/2022

I write a lot. All the time. If not fanfic, then original stuff. I have a dozen story ideas at any given moment and I’m not always dedicated enough to follow through with them. Sometimes they’re only interesting for a hot minute.

I think I might just start posting random excerpts of stuff that will probably never go anywhere. Maybe once a week or so, make this my writing platform if I remember.

This one was a cryptid story. Not really anything romantic, though relationships were a part of the overall plot and do help start some of the central conflict. It was more likely to go down the horror pipeline and get good and gory. Didn’t end up liking the chapters I did write, though. I think I changed the character names a dozen times. They still seem like placeholders to me.

CW: relationship drama/conflict

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Standing outside the door of the modular home in the mid-morning sun, Nate felt a wave of nausea roll through him. He reached for the door handle, jiggling it, drawing away as if burned when he realized it was locked. Then he turned himself around and walked quickly back down the porch steps. The scruffy, brown patch of sod that served as a lawn crunched under his booted feet. He kicked at a mound of dirt someone had randomly dumped there and rubbed nervously at his shoulder, sighing.

In all his twenty-three years, Nathaniel Thibault, Nate for short, had never been good with goodbyes.

As he stood looking out at the sprawl of the moudlar community, he weighed his options. Brad, his boyfriend of the last three years, was leaving the small town of Trois and heading to the United States in just a week. Los Angeles, California, to be more specific. Nate would not be joining him. In fact, Nate, born and raised in Trois, had never been far outside his Canadian hometown, and didn’t have much desire to travel. He was comfortable here among the dense trees and the encroaching presence of underbrush. He didn’t need big city living, unless he was DJ’ing a gig, with all the skyscrapers, congestion and pollution they had. He was much happier among the natural world. Which, considering his heritage, wasn’t that surprising.

Still, he knew that wasn’t the life for Brad, that Brad longed for culture and opportunities much richer than Trois could give him. And he respected that. They had discussed their future desires at great length, on cold mornings while tucked in bed under thick duvets. Almost always Brad got that far away look in his eyes when he talked about seeing the states, or Europe. And Nate knew he couldn’t compete. In the deepest chambers of his heart, he knew that he would lose Brad some day to wanderlust.

And now that day had come.

When Nate turned back to the trailer, intent on giving the door a second try, it was cracked open. Standing in the doorway in just a pair of jeans and a tank top was Brad. His tall frame almost brushed the top of the door jamb. Upon seeing Nate, he opened the door wider.

“Thought I heard someone out here,” he said, then canted his head, much like the creature whose blood ran through his veins. “Come on in. I have a fresh pot of coffee brewing.”

The nausea tossed in Nate’s stomach like the sea. He nodded anyway and climbed the stairs, not being able to stop himself from giving Brad a sniff as he passed him. The other man smelled like the wilderness. Fresh pine and musky fur and earth. It was comforting, at least to Nate. He moved into the kitchen and took a seat on a stool at the breakfast bar. Brad closed the door and retrieved two mugs from an overhead cabinet. One said I 🍁 Canada on it. The other had an image of a labrador retriever hunting water fowl.

“You’re here earlier than I expected,” Brad said, pouring the coffee up to the rim of the Canada mug. Nate liked his coffee black, and Brad knew it. For his own cup, Brad left room for an ample amount of cream and sugar. “We were supposed to meet for lunch, not breakfast.”

“I know,” Nate said, drawing his mug close. “I couldn’t wait that long.”

“That eager to discuss our soon-to-be long distance status?”

As he sipped his coffee, Nate winced, and not just because of the bitter contents of the mug.

“That’s what I wanted to talk about, actually.” With a slump of his shoulders Nate set his mug down. “I’m not sure that it’s going to work out, this long distance thing.”

Brad, who’d been moving to sit down opposite his boyfriend, stopped in his tracks. Carefully, he set his mug down on the breakfast bar and placed his hands on its ledge.“What are you talking about?”

“I mean, you’ll be in LA and I’ll be stuck here, and I’m sure after a while that’s going to get old. You’re going to meet other people and want to date them.”

“No way.” Adamant, Brad leaned in closer to Nate. “I would never do that to you, unless we both agreed to it. I care about you more than anything. How can you sit there and say that so casually?”

“I can say it because it’s the truth. You know it. I know it. The only one willing to face it here is me, though.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

For a long time, Brad stared at Nate. Nate could feel his gorge rising, that feeling of sickness creeping up even higher in his throat. He turned his head and eyed the bathroom door hanging ajar, debating if he could keep himself from getting sick.

“I am,” he said, somehow managing to keep his voice steady. “I’ve thought it over a lot these past weeks. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“You’re not holding me back. Hell, I’m just going there to test the waters for a month or so, see if it’s my scene or not. I plan to come back either way.”

“But what if you end up liking it? What if you decide to move there? I don’t want to live in LA. I don’t even want to live outside Trois.”

Heaving a sigh, Brad let go of the ledge and put his face in his hands, scrubbing at it. “Of course I know that. And I know that trying to convince you otherwise is just plain crazy. But I was hoping….” He trailed off, letting his arms flop back down to his sides. “You’re so damn stubborn sometimes.”

“Probably why I’m the last of a dying clan. I’m surviving out of pure spite and stubborness.”

“So, we’re really doing this? We’re really breaking up now?”

Drinking deeply from his mug, Nate looked down at the counter top, contemplating its cracking surface. He felt a familiar pressure in his jaws and recognized that his emotions were starting to get the better of him. He tamped down a growl, his head bobbing.

“I just feel one of us will end up getting hurt worse if we don’t,” he said.

“Or you’re afraid of change.” With a scoff, Brad turned his back on Nate. “Since we’re not mincing words here, let’s call this like it is.”

“That’s not fair. I’m just trying to see a future where we settle down together and are happy that way. And I can’t see it with the way things are right now. You’re always going to have your restlessness, and I’m always going to have ties to Trois that can’t be broken.”

“And you’re just starting to see this now, after three years with me? How long have you been keeping these thoughts to yourself?”

“Calm down. They’re only recent. Only since you started getting recognition and were thinking about pulling up roots.”

“See, that’s the problem,” Brad pointed out, turning back around. He walked into the conjoined living room, flopping down in his favorite armchair. “You always talk about having all these roots, all these connections. To Trois, of all places. You haven’t even seen the rest of the world. You don’t know if this is the right path you’re walking. It’s not like you have to live like our ancestors did, tied to the place they were born.”

“Maybe you don’t,” Nate said, sounding wary. “You have an entire pack of siblings. They’re all capable of handling the family legacies. I don’t have that luxury.”

Brad rubbed at the stubble on his face. From his perch, Nate watched him, his memories taking him back to the times he had run his fingers over that rough and bumpy surface, the electric pulse of stimulation beneath his fingertips

“Well, even if you didn’t live here, the lands would still be in your name. Moving away doesn’t change that. Maybe it’s harder to maintain that way, but it’s not like they’ll go anywhere.”

“How long have we’ve been together, and you still don’t know what it’s like to be a Thibault?”

“I know damn well what it’s like. Just as you know what it means to be a Forestier. But isn’t it time we broke tradition and went on our own ways? What do we have to gain from sticking around here? It’s not like we’ll be passing our bloodline down. The loup-garou don’t even really approve of our relationship. They just tolerate it.”

“Tradition is all I have left. And so what if they don’t? It’s not like they can officially do anything about it.”

“And what about if we wanted to get married? They’d never sanction it. We’d be outcasts at best.”

“Do we really need marriage?”

Brad went quiet. He looked down at the carpet. When he lifted his gaze again to look at Nate, his expression was emotionless.

“I think the question is: do you really care about me that little?”

Sighing, Nate had to break eye contact. He hadn’t meant to hurt Brad, but his mouth had run off with his deepest thoughts before he could stop it. Maybe that was for the best. He hadn’t had to dance around the truth until Brad drew it out of him, as he always seemed to do eventually. It hadn’t cleared the air. Far from it. But it had moved the painful task of breaking it off with Brad closer, and the sooner Nate was done with that, the sooner he could go home and crawl into his bed, dwelling on what could have been for the next week.

“You should probably leave,” Brad told him, his voice tight. His words took on a slight growl. “Having you here right now is just not a good idea.”

“I’m sorry. This isn’t the way I wanted things to go.”

“Well, it’s the way they went. Please. Just go.”

Shifting off the stool, Nate managed to make it to the modular home’s front door and open it without being tempted to look back. Then he was walking down the porch steps towards his motorcycle. A shiver coursed through him. He paused to tilt his head toward the sky, where the sun was making its slow journey towards its apex. Closing his eyes, he let its rays grace his skin, warming him on the chilly Autumn morning. It was impossible to tell how long he stayed like that, the warmth radiating in the follicles of his hair and the skin at the back of his neck. Eventually, he slid on to the driver’s saddle, sighing as he started up the engine.

As he drove away, he thought he saw the curtain in Brad’s window shift, but he couldn’t be certain.

#writing #orginal writing #werewolves #lgbt #writing process #story #relationships #relationship trouble #conflict #drama #traditions #heightened emotions

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psycheharbor · 1 month

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7 Early Signs Your Relationship May Not Last Long

#youtube #relationship #relationship trouble #relationship troubles #psychology

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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington · 3 months

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different POV of this comic

#ethan winters #karl heisenberg #wintersberg #resident evil #resident evil fanart #rebhfun #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #i dont think karl would ever be the kind of guy to outwardly verbally say “i love you”#not to say he DOESNT love ethan #he just has a lot of trouble saying those three words out loud lol #he shows his love in a different way but i think its hard sometimes #had a conversation with my friend and i think if ethan and karl were to get into a argument karl woul definetly not apologize #he would definetly feel bad and sulk a lot #but i dont think he would ever bring himself to say hes sorry #hes a little too arrogant and emotionally stunted to do that #sorry i like thinking about all the aspects of relationship dynamics #hed apologize by making ethan a robot that kills people who r mean to him IDK LOL

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ruporas · 1 year

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[ID: Digital Art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash’s body is turned slightly away from the viewer as he holds a staggering Wolfwood by his shoulder. He has one foot ahead of the other, the foot in the back used to stabilize himself from tipping over. Wolfwood is tethering into Vash, his weight pressed into him with his arms wrapped around Vash’s waist and his face is hidden away as he leans against Vash’s shoulder. Vash’s expression can be seen, his eyes wide and mouth tight-lipped, and his face is flushed red. A speech bubble comes out from Wolfwood, saying a drawled “Spikeyyy...”. The background are desaturated pastels of blue and green, showing night time, as they stand in the middle of an empty street that is also lit by the moon not depicted. Yellow light is seen coming from the inside of a saloon. End ID]

#vashwood #Vash the Stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #when i think of who handles their alcohol best -- it's going to be vash naturally. considering his age but also his plant biology?#idk how his plant biology comes into things but it feels like it makes sense... and helps build his tolerance... also he's canonically #a bit of an alcoholic i think... one of his vices. and im sure ww drinks but his go-to comfort is through smoking not drinking #slight detour but the barkeeper was also like i'm the angel that provides drinks for these troubled souls. all i could think of is #a parallel from ww to vash... vash going thru this hell on his own during that point in the chapter and ww is the angel who will give him #his space and then also save him later. But anyway. that's a completely different topic. as a result of ww Not being much of a drinker #i feel like he'd be clingy... a LOT less verbal but more physically affectionate #i feel like he'd be able to speak as he normally does but when he wants to ask for something he'd just reduce it down to names #spikey needle noggin while tugging on vash's arm. vash explodes immediately #this is also very self indulgent if u cant tell.#i was just thinking that ww while sober is a hard cage to crack through no matter how close vw gets to one another.#while ww can end up being emotionally vulnerable -- has to at some point within their relationship -- he still just has tons of trouble #navigating his own personal wants.#ruporas art

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hanafubukki · 1 month

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Thinking about falling in love with Malleus.

How it’s such a gradual love that you don’t see coming.

You met him one night.

You might have even thought him weird.

Became friends with him.

Got to know him as Tsunotaro first.

Then as Malleus Draconia.

But never the future king.

There’s tears and wounds as there always are in a relationship of any kind.

But as time pass, so do wounds heal.

And as time moves, so do feelings gradually change.

Until one day, you noticed your feelings had seamlessly changed.

It felt normal.

A given.

How could you not have fallen in love with him?

This fae that held your heart.

He can have it.

For you knew no one else would treasure it as much as he did.

I love you, Malleus Draconia.

#Hana in her soft malleus draconia hours again #it’s about the gradual and seamlessly falling in love with him you know!!#like a slow burn but without the…frustrations #there are issues and trouble to deal with but that’s all relationships #but the love that you two grow blooms from a seedling to a beautiful flower #how precious #malleus draconia #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst fluff

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lgbtiwtv · 1 year

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the thing about lestat and armand is that their relationship is literally incomprehensible. they are boy best friends they are codependent worsties they are archrivals they are platonic soulmates they are telepathic gossipers they are part time haters and full time ride or dies they are insane bisexuals but most importantly. they are toxic exes. despite the fact that they have never once dated. hope this helps

#they are the most compelling dynamic in the entire world anne put something different in their relationship #like god. they love each other so much but they can’t have a normal conversation about it. they just show up when the other is in trouble #neither of them has another relationship quite like the one they have with each other #I’m genuinely experiencing previously undiscovered emotions over them #single-handedly fueling my own lesmand boy best friends fic agenda #iwtv #interview with the vampire #the vampire chronicles #the vampire armand #lestat de lioncourt #lesmand #m watches iwtv

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adakechi · 6 months

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you're gonna look at me and tell me that im wrong? am i wrong?

#the hunger games #a ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #star wars #anakin skywalker #i too am a troubled young man with a fear of losing my loved ones in a relationship doomed by the narrative because of my lust for power #snowbaird #anidala #rinposting #sw

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canisalbus · 3 months

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Imagine if Machete was Muslim instead of Catholic. His name would be something like Saif سيف, and Vasco would probably be something like Dhahabi ذَهَبِيّ

#I don't know Arabic so I can't weigh in that much but if you say so!#it seems like these mean “sword” and “golden” respectively that's neat #Machete wouldn't be able to cling to his Catholic guilt in that case #I don't think Islam has the same concept of original sin that Christianity does #I'm simplifying but it's a belief that humans are born with an innate tendency for evil sinning is part of our nature #and staying on the positive and in God's good graces requires a lot of repentance which can lead to excess guilt and shame #I could be wrong but I'm under the impression that this idea of a manufacturing error is a very Christian thing #sorry I know you didn't sign up to hear me try to talk about big theology things and I don't want to make it weird #but I find this stuff really interesting I unironically like to read and think about how religions work #and how they shape things they come in contact with #in Machete's case in particular his troubled relationship with God and his career choice are big parts of his character #and why he turned the way he did and thinks the way he does you know #answered #kachavashka #Dhahabi is such a regal sounding name #I'd steal that in a heartbeat if I didn't already have one extremely gold-coded character

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hacash · 22 days

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ok new game - if your current writing project (original or fic or whatever) was published tomorrow, what about it would make booktok denounce you as problematic? rb with answers in the tags

#writing stuff #I’m writing about the third crusade atm so there’s a LOT going on in there #starting with the problem of not utterly denouncing the crusades on the first page and going from there #I also have a lot of unhealthy queer rep #and female characters who want to get married and have kids #so I’m in trouble basically #my other projects include some very unhealthy romantic relationships #and women killing other women #not even in a fun sapphic kinda way just in a murder kinda way

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reindeerswillsavethisworld · 4 months

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No, but you don't understand, Technus is so fucking funny, and without even trying. Like, imagine telling somebody about his whole deal, it'd be a trainwreck lmao.

"So there's this ghost who can control all kinds of technology."

"Okay."

"He looks like an off brand cosplay of Nikola Tesla and can and will villain monologue you to death."

"Yeah, okay, continue."

"One of his plans of world domination was fully dependant on making his favourite enemies-to-lovers ship canon."

"I'm sorry, what."

The most outrageous thing, tho! The thing that drives me up the wall!! Is that his convoluted plans work like clockwork!!! If Sam wasn't an MVP that she is, then Technus' plan to take over the internet by playing a fucking videogame would have been successful. Combining Technus' technology and Skulker's mastery with weapons was a real pro gamer move, and they did almost beat Danny's ass in under 5 minutes. His plan to distract both Danny and Valerie by matchmaking them was stupid as fuck and yet it fucking worked!! How the fuck did it work.

His downfalls are literally 1) his arrogance, and 2) simple dumb bad luck. The reason why he and Skulker failed was because they both were pretentious fucks and were too prideful to cooperate with each other properly despite literally sharing a body. And if Danny and Valerie were a little less afraid of the other getting hurt, he'd have succeeded there, like, for real-real.

His failings more often than not are really just unlucky coincidencies. What a loser lmao.

#he kinda reminds me of nosy grannies that sit on a bench near you home and loudly judge all your life choices #literally hears a rumor and asks 'is somebody gonna get involved in this' and doesn't wait for an answer #ALSO THE IMPLICATIONS OF HIM BEING AN EXPERT IN ROMANCE LIKE??? WHY #do. do ghosts go to him for relationship advice. does he offer couples therapy #imagine going for romantic advice and hearing 'i know a guy who can help you in your troubles ;)'#and the guy in question is nikolai fucking technus #(he'd still offer a better advice than skulker or god forbid spectra so there's that i suppose)#technus #danny phantom

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humanmorph · 8 months

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i really like putting these 3 next to each other. there's a lot of cool throughlines / parallels / contrasts that are SO fun to think about... like their relationship to (doing) violence! expecially excited for wherever Cori is gonna end up by the end of this season. on one hand i love going 'yes!!! kill!!!' when she does something sick. on the other : ( oh no

(quote is from Marielda 10: Four Conversations. it's said to Sylvi's character that season, which is additionally neat :>)

#ver'million blue #million blue #coriolis sunset #echo reverie #partizan #palisade #twilight mirage #fatt #friends at the table #rosa art #im going to be quiet about how much trouble i had with coloring this.just look at my really nice lines will you?#pleased with it otherwise. i put a lot of thought in the posing and the background and also what i colored (which then gave me trouble.)#but i had fun!#i also have a companion piece to this Kind of in the works with post ep17 cori but. i cant look at this anymore for a bit #the other things btw are relationship to power. family. upbringing in general. relationship to divines. beliefs. how any of these intersect #good shit!!! thank you sylvi.

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youngerfrankenstein · 4 months

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You ever feel like the universe is enabling you?

#Transformers #Maccadam #Hope I’ve scheduled this late enough not ALL of my followers will see me reach the cringe event horizon #But ah well #Megastar #I will say again: Looney Tunes ass relationship #Asshole warlord with little to show for his trouble #And his useless dipshit with delusions of grandeur #They both suck so bad <3

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disaster-theysbian · 11 months

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Gotta say, I've been out as a lesbian for 3 years and nonbinary for a year and a half. And I've noticed something.

Just because someone *always* gets your name and pronous correct, and angrily calls out anyone who forgets, doesn't necessarily mean they support you.

Conversely, just because someone struggles to remember your name and pronouns, or can't wrap their head around gender neutral/neo pronouns at all, doesn't necessarily mean they DON'T support you.

This is applicable to any situation really not just queer shit. Watch what people do, not just what they say, and you will find your friends. Someone might shower you with compliments and have common interests with you, but what happens when you tell them no? Do they get angry when they are corrected? Do they have kind things to say about other people?

My colleagues wouldn't know a gender-neutral pronoun if one hit them in the face with a dictionary, but they make sure I've had a lunch break and get home safely. They have my back if I have a difficult patient. They defend me against other staff members who like to create drama and bitch about people as if they're still in the school playground. If someone has something to say about me being a big ol' queer, they make it known that discrimination has no place in our unit.

My best friend in the whole entire world forgets my name and pronouns every day. When the organisers of her therapy group changed "men and women" to "people" and "he/she" to "they" in order to be more inclusive, there was outcry. Everything from the "it just doesn't sound right" grammar-policing nonsense to the "f*cking special snowflakes are offended by everything". She came down on them like a ton of bricks. She said if the organisers hadn't told them that it was changing, that they wouldn't have noticed. She told them they obviously haven't loved someone outside of the gender binary and they were missing out. She then told them how she had seen me grow and develop since I came out, and how in awe she was of the person I had become. No, she doesn't understand it at all, but why should that mean that she can't be there for me and appreciate how happy I am to be able to be me? Why should that mean, because you lot don't understand it, that someone with the same issues as the rest of the therapy group feels unsafe and unwelcome and doesn't get their issues resolved? As a result, a few of them changed their minds, INCLUDING HER OWN FATHER, and the rest at least shut the hell up about it.

ON THE FLIP SIDE...

A queer person who used my correct name and pronouns delighted in making me walk on eggshells, inventing reasons to be angry with me, convinced me I was a terrible person and even went as far as to try and turn me against my own therapist. They tried to tell me that my therapist only said I was a good person because she was paid to, and that because they themselves had a psychology degree that they could tell I had all these complexes and needed to work hard to be a good person, and it was unlikely I'd never get there. (I chose to listen to my therapist and stop being friends with this person).

A queer person who used my correct name and pronouns continued to do things that made me uncomfortable when I asked them to stop. Never said in as many words "you're not allowed to hang out with your friends" but conveniently had an emergency every time I had plans, and accused me of being uncaring if I needed my own space. They knew I had difficulty asking for help, but still got angry with me when I asked because I didn't ask "soon enough".

A queer person who used my correct name and pronouns told me they would look after me and they didnt. .

A queer person threatened to misgender me MORE when I corrected them.

I'm just saying, that if you choose to yeet everyone who doesn't get your name and pronouns right... that doesn't necessarily make you safe. We live in a very binary world. As much as we want that to change, it won't if we ignore or shout at the bits we don't like. (Believe me, I've tried).

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luciathcv · 3 months

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secret consideration - psh

summary: your boyfriend helps you fall asleep || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 900

I lie in bed next to my boyfriend who was sound asleep and has been as such for the past hour. I've done everything in my ability (that i could do without getting out of bed) to try and fall asleep. I've said the alphabet over and over, I've tried counting sheep, I've tried breathing methods, nothing was working.

I didn't know why I couldn't sleep. In fact, I was pretty tired but I just couldn't bring myself to actually sleep. I looked over at Sunghoon who was fast asleep, one arm under his head and the other under and around my torso. I felt bad but I just needed to move, I felt so tense.. I've done my best not to move a muscle this whole time as not to disturb my boyfriend with my tossing and turning but I've finally had enough.

Sleepytime tea. I could try and drink some sleepytime tea and see if that helps. I tried my best to slowly and quietly get out of bed before leaving the room and going to the kitchen to go make the tea.

I grabbed a mug, filled it with water, and put it in the microwave for two minutes to heat up as I looked through the different teas that I've accumulated. Finally, I found the sleepytime tea. I grabbed a tea bag, put it to the side, and went to put the rest of the teas back in the cabinet.

As I was putting the teas back in the cabinet, the microwave started beeping. Shit. I got startled and ended up dropping the container that held all of the tea bags. God, why couldn't things just go right for once? I put my face in the palms of my hands and sigh. I then bend down and start picking up the tea bags and putting them back in the container.

"You okay, babe?" Sunghoon said in a sleep-filled voice, causing me to look up at he, who stood in front of me, his hair disheveled, and a slightly concerned look on his face.

"I.. yeah, I'm sorry for waking you." I tell him as he crouches down and helps me with picking up the tea bags.

"It's okay. Why are you up anyways?" Sunghoon asks as he picks up the container that now held all of the tea bags and puts it away.

I get up from the floor and lean against the counter, "I couldn't sleep. I.. I figured I'd just make some tea to try and help me fall asleep but, of course, I had to make a bunch of noise."

Sunghoon just nods, "You know you could've woke me up, right?"

I shake my head, "No... I didn't want to do that to you. You have work tomorrow and.." I'm cut off.

"So? I don't want you up all alone. You could've woke me up." Sunghoon tells me.

"I'm sorry." I say and he just shakes his head.

"Don't say that. Just.. just come on, let's make your tea." My boyfriend tells me.

I nod as I take the mug out of the microwave and put it on the counter, putting the tea bag in the hot water. Sunghoon comes over to me and hands me a spoon, resting his hand on the small of my back. I press the tea bag against the edge of the mug, squishing it so that it would soak in a bit easier. I do that a few times, mixing up the tea, before finally taking a sip.

"Is it good?" Sunghoon softly asks and I just nod in response as I put the mug down on the counter again. "Good." He says as he takes the mug from the counter. "Let's go to our room." He then tells me as he leads me out of the kitchen, shutting the light off, and bringing me to our room.

He leads me to my bed, putting the mug of tea on my nightstand as he tucks me in. He then goes to his side of the bed, gets under the covers and gets comfortable. His one arm squeezes underneath me, wrapping around my torso, while his other arm goes under his arm, as usual. He sleepily watches as I sip from the mug, drinking the warm tea.

Once I finish the tea, I put the mug back on my nightstand and lay down, facing my boyfriend who is still awake, just watching, making sure I was okay.

"Next time, promise me you'll wake me up, even if I have work, it doesn't matter." Sunghoon tells me.

"I will, I promise." I say.

He smiles a little, "Good girl." He says as he pecks my forehead. "You feeling sleepy?" Sunghoon then asks. I sleepily nod, the sleepytime tea really doing its job. He doesn't say anything he just pulls me a little closer. I shut my eyes and minutes later, I'm asleep.

Little did I know, Sunghoon had made sure to stay awake until I'd fallen asleep. He wanted to be there for me, just in case if I couldn't fall asleep. He liked doing stuff like that, being there for me even when I didn't realize he was. He didn't need the validation of knowing that I knew he was there for me, and me thanking me for doing so. He liked knowing I was cared for me and he liked being the one to take care of me.

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