Tired

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oi

it was my friend's birthday ages ago and because i haven't posted anything on here i haven't gotten a chance to post about it, i'm not very bright sometimes lmao

but they're special and quite important to me

so i thought i'd wish them a happy birthday on here too because they deserved many birthday wishes :3

happy birthdayyyyy bolick_neely2468 (sorry this took so long)

Y/N's P.O.V

Lazy.

Lazy is the only word that can not only describe my overall mood but also the day I've experienced.

I could use large, formal words to attempt to better the definition of my current state. I could use multiple excuses to try and distract you from the main point I'm trying to sell, but let's be honest-

In the end, it's just pure laziness. Today, I'm just purely lazy.

I woke this morning to an empty bed, a note left in Taron's place reassuring me he just got a call and had to go into work earlier today. Although I was disappointed because today was the first day of my break from work, I understood that his job had to be a little demanding at times.

So instead of spending my morning with Taron, I thought I'd clean the place up and prepare a nice cooked meal for his return tonight.

Yeah, I thought.

Instead, I "tidied" up the place, messed it up slightly more when I made a Hedgehog Slice, "tidied" it again when I felt motivated, blasted Red Hot Chilli Peppers through my speaker and decided to order a pizza for dinner.

I of course played with Scooby as well.

But you know, we can stick with the cleaning and cooking and productivity story too.

By the end of the day when I finally ordered that pizza, I'd had Queen songs playing on low volume in the background while I read a few articles that I'd planned to read months beforehand.

The kettle was boiling when Taron came home, I'd just gone to the bedroom to finish reading an article on La Bête Du Gévaudan, so I was neither in view of the front door or in earshot when he entered the home.

I couldn't hear how he kicked his shoes off so hard one of them hit the wall. I couldn't see how he didn't bother to put his jacket on the rack by the door. I couldn't hear his rugged breathing, nor could I see his furrowed eyebrows and his lips thinned out in an unimpressed expression.

He trudged his way towards the bedroom where I was sitting on the edge of the bed, stopping himself from going further once he got into view of me. The odd convenience of me finishing the last line of that article and standing up to continue making tea was the only reason I'd seen him shortly after he stopped.

I gasped with a chuckle, going towards him expecting a smile or a laugh back, but all I got was a huff and his dull eyes finally deciding to look up at me.

My mind clicked and I opened my mouth in the form of an 'o', raising my arms out ready for a hug. He sighed, moving forward in two large steps before he fell into me, engulfing my body and my senses in a warm but emotional hug.

No words were said, I already knew something was wrong. So instead of my original plan to make tea, I squeezed him once more and let go, leading him to the bed. He plopped down face first, groaning a bit at the angle. I lay next to him, making myself comfortable before he moved his torso so his head rested on my chest and his arm wrapped around my waist. His free hand went straight up to my hair, running his hand through it before placing it on the pillow.

He looked me in the eyes for the second time that night, and when I looked back, I saw frustration. Exhaustion.

"Bad day?" I questioned lightly in a whisper, just needing confirmation for what I already knew.

He nodded against my chest. "Bad day." He replied in a sultry tone, his voice a little hoarse.

I nodded back, wrapping my arms around him tighter in an effort to comfort the man. Although it didn't look completely wholehearted, I couldn't help but adore the tiny smile that adorned his lips for a moment.

"A very bad day actually. But you're with me now. So it can't be all that terrible."

i was really tired when i wrote this and i can't be bothered to change it lmao

-cheers

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