𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

faint

You feel queasy. It's been a recurring feeling ever since uni started back up again. Your homework keeps piling up and every time you had one assignment finished, another one would pop up to make your life hell.

You walk into the house, knowing that your first priority was to get studying. Not to eat or sleep.

Your boyfriend pulls you in for a hug but you push him away, the world beginning to spin.

"Y/N? Y/N!"

You fall back, darkness gracefully consuming you.

—-

"Y/N, please wake up. Come on, sleepyhead."

You slowly wake up, groaning when he places a kiss on your head.

"Drink this." You sip the liquid, falling back on the bed.

"Right, here are the rules. I'm cooking you dinner and you're going to eat all of it. I've hidden all your homework so you have to spend all your time with me. You're also going to sleep in my arms because I know you sleep better that way. No comments, good. I'm going to go start dinner."

You don't say anything, knowing it'll be for the best. He leads you out, allowing you to rest on his back as he moves gently around the kitchen. The night is filled with happiness, laughter and no stress.

Just what you need.