this is my oneshot for shaustintreasure because that lil motherfucker is the best thing that ever happened to me?¿ so yeah enjoy hun
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I fell down from the cliff.
I opened my eyes, sitting up on the bed, sweating and breathing heavily. I looked around quickly and sighed, when I saw my own room; dark, empty and quiet. It was just a dream. I hated dreams like this. I hated dreams where I was running away or falling down. It always wakes me up and then I can't sleep the rest of the night. Besides, these dreams never meant anything good. I believed that every dream or nightmare has a sense and I already knew what mine was.
I was simply dying.
I wrapped myself in my white sheets, but frowned when something heavy was on the other corner. I looked aside and bit my bottom lip, because I forgot about my own boyfriend.
He was lying next to me, on his stomach, with messy, brown hair all over his face and my white pillow. He was - like me - wearing only his sweatpants; his shirt was somewhere on the floor, where I threw it earlier.
I laid back down and rest my head on my elbow, watching this incredible man sleeping. It was kinda creepy, but we were together two years now so I couldn't care anymore. I bit my bottom lip, gently touching the soft skin on his back. He was always calming me, whether he was sleeping or not. Just looking at him or knowing that he's mine and I'm his was enough for me to calm down and be happy again. I loved that feeling. That I was lying in bed with the person who meant the world to me, and I meant the world to them. That I can hug them or kiss them without feeling awkward and creepy. That I can be myself around them because they loved me and I loved them.
I loved him.
I moved my fingers to his face and brushed away his hair. I caressed his cheek gently with my thumb, loving the soft structure of his skin. He was much more pale than me. He didn't have as many tattoos as me. His skin was perfect and so innocent. Without any infringements.
He sighed quietly and mumbled something to himself and I smiled shyly. He was my therapy. I could never take my eyes off of him.
"Shay" I whispered.
He didn't wake up. He really loved sleeping and he was good at it. He could still calmly sleep through six storms and three fires. It was actually pretty adorable.
"Shay" I said louder, because I didn't want to be awake alone anymore. I hated being alone and sitting in silence. But my own voice was not enough.
He opened one eye and looked at me. I smiled shyly, playing with his hair.
"Hey" he cleared his throat. "What time is it?"
I sat up and grabbed my phone from my nightstand. I had to squint my eyes because of the bright screen which showed it was 3:14.
"Three in the morning" I answered quietly. Shayley wiped his eyes with his hand and looked at me.
"Why are you awake?" he asked. We were still whispering, even though we were the only one in my apartment. I shrugged and he sighed. "What's wrong, baby?"
I bit my bottom lip. I couldn't keep anything from him. Especially when he was calling me these pet names.
"I had a nightmare" I said like a child I deep down was. Shayley moved closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. His face was just a couple inches from mine, I could feel his breath on my cold skin.
