really, i might just make a slenderverse fluff-writing blog.
anyways, @creepy-bi-day here are your patrick cuddles!
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You rubbed your eyes tiredly. After two hours of staring aimlessly around your room, you were still no closer to sleep. Counting sheep, listening to music, reading a book, breathing exercises, even Melatonin - nothing was working. Now, sitting on the living room couch, you gave a last-ditch attempt at some meditation.
Your eyes squeezed shut, you were so wrapped up in trying to steady your breaths that you didn’t hear Patrick’s quiet footsteps as he padded into the kitchen. You startled slightly at the click of the light switch, the glow from the kitchen making its way under your closed lids.
Sighing, you opened your eyes and stretched your neck before standing up and stepping into the kitchen. Patrick stood at the sink, his back facing you as he chugged a glass of water.
“Hey, Patrick,” you greeted him tiredly, heading to the cabinet to grab a glass of your own. A thud echoed through the kitchen, and you whirled around to see Patrick bent over the sink and nearly coughing up a lung. Your eyes widened as you rushed over to him.
“Are you okay? Jeez, Patrick, what-” His coughing continued for a minute, his glass now forgotten in the sink.
After his coughing had subsided, he turned to you.
“You startled me, I didn’t know you were still awake.” You winced, rubbing the back of you neck sheepishly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I haven’t been able to fall asleep, I’ve tried about everything at this point - short of knocking myself unconsious.” You joked.
Patrick hummed in thought, before lightly grabbing your wrist and pulling you down the hall. The two of you entered his and Michael’s room.
He went over and pulled the bed covers back, then got into bed. When Patrick beckoned for you to join him, you happily obliged, pulling the blanket over the two of you and curling up against his chest.
His arms made their way around you, a hand lightly stroking your hair.
“Is this good?” Patrick asked gently, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You nodded as you tangled your legs with his, trying to press yourself as close to him as you could.
He continued to stroke your hair as he hummed a peaceful melody, singing you to sleep.
This is nice was the last coherent thought that flitted through your mind before you finally fell into a long-awaited sleep.