LISTEN it’s still the Morning and im already deadt LOOK AT HIM THROWIN AWAY THE SUN THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR PLUS HES ALREADY HELLA DRUNK OH MY GOD ((he’s treatin those snakes the way they deserve to be treated; like rubbish))
Hi i love your blog so much! can you do now with Auston where his gf is extremely stressed about assignments and he helps her calm down thank you
To say you were stressed was an understatement.
You felt like you were losing your mind.
Every paper you were given, every article you read, every question you answered, every thesis you formed, slowly aided in your depleting sanity. Your hand was cramped from writing, your wrists were sore from not using the proper posture when typing, and your head was spinning from all the words, numbers, and symbols you had to read.
Auston had to suffer by watching you stress. He hated seeing you pace around the room, pick at your nails, sigh deeply as your ran your hands through your hair, trying your best not to cry.
Per me sei come quel respiro fatto dopo essere stati sott'acqua . Quello indispensabile , che ti apre pienamente i polmoni , te li fa sentire pieni di vita , cosi pieni d'ossigeno quasi come se non ci fosse bisogno di farne un altro.
A/N: I hope that this works as a good answer to your request. I have had somewhat of a writer’s block and so writing has been kind of hard the past few weeks. Thank you for the request though, I love to see what you come up with and I love writing stuff that my readers will like.
You were curling up on the couch, turning on a movie and cuddling up in blankets, when there was a knock on the door. You flipped around to see Peter peeking through the door. He smiled as you motioned for him to come in.
“Hey, what are you doing here? Don’t you have school?” Your sore throat made your voice quiet and raspy.
“So do you, but you are sick and need someone to take care of you.” He set a brown grocery bag from the nearby grocery store on the counter. From it, he pulled a container of chicken noodle soup, several Sprites, and a bottle of cough syrup.
“Peter, you don’t need to do that. You do need to go to school.” He tried to stand up but sat back down after the world started to spin.
“Yes. You know that your powers make your sickness worse. You shouldn’t be alone when you are sick.” He came over, opening the bottle of cough syrup. “Now open your mouth.”
“Okay, Dr. Parker.” You gave a little raspy laugh, taking the cough medicine from him. You poured out the recommended portion and gave the bottle back to Peter.
“Good. Now, what are watching?” He went over to the counter, sticking the cough syrup back in the bag. He then grabbed two spoons and the chicken noodle container.
“Just the Disney Classics. Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Tangled, all of them.” You settled back into the couch, making room for Peter. He came over and sat next to you, handing you a spoon.
“Perfect. We have all day, so let’s start.” You smiled and turned the movie back on.
“You shouldn’t be sharing food with me. It will get you sick, Peter.” You gave him a concerned look as he opened the container and stuck a spoon in it.
“Well, I am willing to take that risk because I am not going to let you sit here and eat this soup by yourself.” You let out another raspy laugh and turned to the TV. After some time, when the chicken noodle soup was gone, Peter got up to take care of it. He came back with a bottle of Sprite for each of you. You smiled and cuddled up close to him, stealing some of his warmth to heat your freezing body. You eventually fell asleep in his arms.
When you woke up, you looked up to see Peter asleep next to you. You smiled, trying not to shift and wake him up. It didn’t work. He stirred awake and smiled when he saw your face.
“Hey, sleepy head. How are you feeling?”
“Better, it helped to have you here.” You shifted to look Peter in the face. You felt his hands pushing back your hair from your face.
“Well, I would do anything for you. After all, you are my girlfriend.” You smiled at the pure admiration in his eyes. Man, you loved this brown-eyed boy.
“Thanks. It makes my life so much better to know I have the world’s best boyfriend.” You leaned up slightly and gave Peter a peck on the nose.
“Careful, you will get me sick.” He gave you a teasing look. You just slapped him lightly.
“Shut up or you won’t another one.”
“Okay.” He then leaned down and gave one of his amazing forehead kisses. You just smiled and closed your eyes, enjoying this sweet day you had had with him.