𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 ! 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

nuits blanches (c. sturniolo)

↳ summary: in which you've spent the last few nights awake, furiously working on your essays and chris struggles to fall asleep without you.

↳ warnings: swearing and tooth rotting fluff.

↳ author's note: title loosely translates to sleepless nights in english from french.

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THIRD PERSON POV

chris tossed and turned for what felt like the millionth time that night, his brain completely haywire and wide awake while his body remained desperate for a good night's sleep. technically, he had nothing actually bothersome enough in his life to keep him awake beyond one o'clock the morning. but not having you by his side truly had him unable to succumb to the exhaustion begging to take over.

nothing was wrong between you two, you just had essay after essay piled on you from your college professors. it was nearing the end of the semester which meant the work and study loads grew tenfold. you had spent almost every night in the last week, hunched over your laptop on either the couch or at the dining table, typing away as the gruesomely bright light stared back at you.

chris had noticed the bags growing under eyes about three days ago, making not so subtle comments about your sleep schedule, wanting you to take a break to fully regenerate your brain. but you, as stubborn as ever, claimed that you only had a bit more work to do.

chris knew you were lying every time he walked into the kitchen after twelve in the morning to check on you. and he knew you were lying every time he texted you, making sure you hadn't fully turned into a catatonic zombie. but tonight had marked nearly six nights of this behaviour and he knew your body had to be crying out for some well needed sleep. so with a heavy grunt, the boy got out of bed, wrapping his soft blanket around him and made his way up the stairs to the kitchen, where he found you in the same state that he had seen many times in a row.

"y/n, baby, come to bed. this isn't healthy." chris hummed as he walked toward you, briefly watching as word after word appeared on screen, filling the screen with information about a subject he didn't understand.

"i've got one more page to go chris and then i'll come to bed." you mumbled, your brain on autopilot as you answered your worried boyfriend, even you knew that your voice had betrayed you, the lie not even trying to disguise itself.

"y/n i'm giving you another hour and then i'm making nick hide your laptop in the morning." chris grumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head before begrudgingly walking away, rolling his eyes as the sound of your typing filled the air.

chris had fallen asleep the second he hit the pillow again, only to wake up about two hours later, needing water as he noticed that you still hadn't come to bed. once again, he got out of bed with the blanket wrapped around himself and made the climb to the kitchen. this time however, you were standing at the fridge as you grabbed a bottle of water, blindly grabbing another as you heard the soft patter of chris' feet against the laminate flooring.

"has this been saved?" chris rasped as he pointed to your laptop, his eyes heavy and half shut as he looked at you.

"yeah it saves as i go." you replied, in a nearly identical state as chris. you knew, in the back of your mind, that your stressed behaviour wasn't healthy, you knew you needed sleep. but when it came to college work, you got into the headspace of needing to finish everything as quickly as possible so that the stress of being late didn't cause you to panic.