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there is absolutely Zero World where anyone would be able to guess the context of me saying this
important experiments are being conducted in my kitchen right now
Whaaat ? Tim's ex ?
The absolute disrespect to my name, I would never have anything against the queen that is Stephanie Brown how dare you
If anyone can guess what song this is based on I'll give them a smooch
Oh my god, you're planning how to hurt your blorbo too? 👀
👀 You are to?
Me out loud whilst watching GOT: "is that it just a little wave goodbye" Dad: "well what do you expect, they're not lovers" Me:....."yet" Dad: "eeerrr what?!"
That's it, that's my bag, Atem taking care of Kaiba. Fuck, anyone taking care of that damn child. He needs hugs.
Title: Not Leaving (A03)Minific, OneTwoshotRating: G Pairing: Seto Kaiba x Atem (Prideshipping) Tags: Established Relationship, Nightmares
Summary: There is a difference between being unable to sleep, and staying awake together.
Seto often wakes in the night.
He doesn’t scream, he doesn’t cry, he doesn’t move.
But he goes from dreaming to wakefulness in a way that is somehow startling enough to rouse Atem from even the deepest sleep.
Usually, once he notices he’s awake, Seto will mumble a word. “Him”, “Them”, “You”, and Atem steadily learns.
“Him.” Don’t touch, but stay close. Seto won’t sleep again that night. He will try to get up and work on a project. Atem will force a book into his hands instead. Seto will acquiesce and sit up in bed to read, while Atem listens to chapter after chapter of audiobook, staring up at the crack in the ceiling as worlds paint themselves in his mind, trying not to fall asleep because it matters that he doesn’t leave him alone, even for the realm of unconsciousness.
“Them.” Clumsy from tiredness, Atem will try and wrap an arm around him. Seto is not a natural cuddler, but Atem will curl around him as much as he can. Seto hasn’t had a lot of experience being small, but on these nights his heart misses it. Atem will wake some time around 4am, his arm in agony, Seto asleep and drooling against his chest. He won’t move, just in case.
“You.” Blinking away his own dream, Atem will reach for his hand, their fingers entwining as Seto’s breathing settles, an intimacy rarely afforded outside of these moments. Atem will whisper to him, his drowsy tongue forming foreign words that no-one beyond this room can understand. Sometimes they don’t sleep those nights either. But for a different reason.
The fourth word is always spoken with a quiver in his voice. Seto’s hands clenched on the sheets, even his breath seeming to shake. Atem will be alert in an instant, pushing himself out of the warm and into the cool room as if just told there was an enemy at the door. He will go around the bed, take Seto’s cold hands and pull him to his feet. They will pad softly into the hall and, if all is quiet, silently open the door across from theirs. Mokuba will be softly snoring, looking less than his 13 years and sound asleep.
Then they will go and get some tea, and sit and wait until the sun rises.
Between the two of them, there is rarely a peaceful night’s sleep.
But a surprising amount of peaceful nights.
(Part 2/2: Atem)
Name these eyes!
