Tired
Michael Olise x Reader
Summary: Michael keeps telling you to take a rest but you reassure him it’s okay, later he finds you asleep on the sofa and he carries you to bed.
Eternal Flame One Shots
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It was nearly midnight when Y/N finally looked away from her laptop… or at least she meant to. A twenty page contract had somehow turned into forty, one email had become six and the cup of tea Michael had made her an hour ago sat untouched on the coffee table, now completely cold in her small apartment.
From the kitchen he watched her quietly and notice she hadn’t moved in almost two hours. “You should stop.” He suggested.
“I will.”
“When?”
“In five minutes.”
He smiled to himself. “You said that half an hour ago.”
“I’m nearly finished.”
“You’ve been nearly finished since dinner.”
She looked up just long enough to offer him a tired smile before returning to the screen.
Michael didn’t argue because he knew better.
He disappeared into the bedroom to put away her laundry that had layed in her bed maybe even 24 hours ago and by doing her laundry he was convinced that by the time he came back she’d still be working.
Ten minutes later he walked into the living room. The laptop was still open and the document remained on the screen, except Y/N wasn’t typing anymore… she was fast asleep.
One arm was tucked awkwardly beneath her head and a highlighter still loosely held between her fingers. A blanket she had promised to put over herself lay folded on the armrest completely untouched. Michael stood there for a second unable to stop himself from smiling. “So much for five minutes.” He muttered to himself.
He gently removed the highlighter from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. When she didn’t stir he carefully closed the laptop saving the document first after noticing the tiny notification in the corner. He draped the blanket over her shoulders and made a sleepy little noise but didn’t wake.
Quietly he slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back. “Sorry,” he murmured. Y/N shifted instinctively moving closer without ever opening her eyes. Her head rested against his chest as Michael carried her slowly through the apartment careful not to bump into doorframes or wake her.
Halfway down the hallway she mumbled something completely unintelligible.
“What?” He said.
Another sleepy mumble and he caught only two words. “too many…” A tiny pause. “…emails.”
Despite himself he laughed under his breath.“You’re dreaming about work.”
She frowned in her sleep. “No…” Another pause. “Deadlines.”
He shook his head. “Of course you are.”
The bedroom was dimly lit by the bedside lamp he had forgotten to switch off earlier.
He carefully lowered her onto the mattress, expecting her to wake, she immediately reached for the nearest pillow and curled into it and Michael pulled the duvet over. Before he could move he felt something catch the sleeve of his hoodie. He looked down and Y/N’s hand was loosely wrapped around the fabric.
Her eyes were still closed, even when asleep she apparently wasn’t letting him leave.
He smiled. “I’m literally going to the other side of the bed.”
Very gently he loosened her grip just enough to walk around to his side before climbing in beside her and she shifted again. Without waking she moved closer until her head rested lightly against his shoulder and one hand settled over his arm.
Michael reached over and switched off the lamp. Darkness settled across the room as he listened to the slow even rhythm of Y/N breathing beside him.
Tomorrow she would probably apologise for falling asleep halfway through work or insist she wasn’t overworking herself and that he would remind her to eat lunch and take breaks, but tonight there were no court deadlines.
As he closed his eyes Y/N shifted slightly closer still completely asleep. A tiny smile appeared on his face. “You work too hard,” he whispered so quietly that only the silence heard him.
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Morning has arrived as sunlight appeared gently through the curtains and for once this morning the alarm wasn’t there to wake up Y/N, it was the warmth she felt. She frowned slightly still half asleep and snuggled closer into whatever was keeping her comfortable, something familiar, a steady heartbeat and only then did she slowly open one eye, Michael was still asleep. One arm rested loosely around her waist his breathing slow and even completely unaware that she was now awake and very much realising exactly how she had ended up in bed.
She blinked and looked towards her side of the room noticing her laptop wasn’t on the bedside table and everything had been put away the only thing she remembered was sitting on the sofa opening one final document and promising herself she’d stop in five minutes.
A quiet laugh escaped her. “You carried me.”
Michael didn’t move he was still asleep. Y/N carefully reached up and brushed a twist away from his forehead before settling back against the pillow. She was just beginning to drift off again when she heard a sleepy voice. “I know you’re awake.”
She smiled. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I was.”
“Then how do you know?”
“Because you think too loudly.”
She rolled her eyes. “I do not.”
“You do.”
His eyes opened slowly still heavy with sleep.
Michael looked at her. “How’s your neck?”
She frowned. “My…” Realisation dawned. “You carried me here.”
“You fell asleep on the sofa.”
“I was working.”
“You were unconscious.”
“I was resting my eyes.”
“You were holding a highlighter.”
She covered her face with the duvet. “Oh no.”
“You also mumbled about emails, you talk in your sleep it’s funny.” He teased
“Huh? What! Ugh no I do not!.”
“Do too.”
She peeked over the blanket. “What did I say?”
“You told someone called Deadline to go away.”
She stared at him. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“No,” A reluctant smile appeared. “I don’t.”
Michael reached across and gently tapped the tip of her nose. “You need to stop doing that.” He said.
“Doing what?”
“Working until you fall asleep.”
“I was nearly finished.”
He gave her a look. “The document can wait.”
“It was important.”
“So are you.”
The words came so naturally that neither of them immediately reacted. Y/N looked at him as the sunlight caught the edges of his hair and for once there was no rush to training or no case files scattered across the room.
She reached for his hand beneath the duvet.“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For making you carry me here.”
“Baby you were asleep and proper knocked out of course you don’t need to be sorry and besides,” He shrugged. “You weren’t exactly heavy.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Careful.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’ll be in trouble if you keep talking.”
A small smile appeared on his face. “I carried you because you were exhausted.” His thumb absentmindedly traced circles across the back of her hand. “You spend all day looking after everyone else.” He looked at her for a moment. “Someone has to look after you too.”
Y/N felt something warm settle in her chest, nobody has ever meaningfully checked up on her or saved her document for her like this, only Michael did.
She squeezed his hand. “Thank you.” Michael looked confused. “For carrying me.”
“It wasn’t a big deal.”
“It was to me.”
Before he could answer her stomach let out a very audible growl and Michael laughed. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“You skipped dinner.”
“I was busy.”
“You fell asleep before eating.”
“It happens.”
“It happens every week.”
She sighed dramatically. “I was going to eat.”
“Later?”
“Maybe?”
He sat up already pushing the duvet aside.“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“The kitchen.”
“I’m comfortable.”
“You’re hungry.”
“I can survive.”
He looked back over his shoulder.
“I know you can.” His expression softened. “But you shouldn’t have to.”
Y/N watched him disappear towards the door before smiling to herself. As Michael rummaged through the collards he noticed that she literally had nothing. “Did you also forget to go shopping too?” He asked.
“Uhh, maybe?” She sheepishly said.
He shakes his head. “Come on we’ll order in breakfast then.”
He got out his phone and dialled the closest breakfast takeout to be ordered to her small apartment. Not only was it this night that made her realise, but many nights made her realise how lucky she was to have Michael. Yes he had training every now and then but every time he was free he always took the opportunity to check up and look up on her and that was something she was grateful for every day.
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