Summary: Taking care of yourself is important and Nate Sewell knows this well enough. He might not sleep or eat but is a fan of a proper sleep schedule, keeping hydrated and having regular snacks. He couldn’t really say no to you when you were enjoying yourself though.
A/N: This is so random but here you go @spilledtee. Take care.
Nate peaked his head through the door into your room, raising an eyebrow at the fact that you were still awake. It was past 4am after all.
His hair was messy like he had laid down for a while, not that he would sleep.
“You still awake?” he asked and came into the room, dressed in just a plain shirt and some shorts. He was totally ready for bed or at least to relax a bit after a long day.
“Yeah,” you mumbled but couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped you.
“Are you doing your kpop fanfic thing again?” he asked with the hint of a tease in his voice. He was always teasing you about this but you didn’t mind, he was cute while doing it.
“I have to finish this,” was your simple reply and he nodded. Not like he would understand the appeal of writing about kpop singers, especially not the ‘juicy’ stuff but if you had fun, he was fine with it.
“Or you could just sleep and finish it tomorrow?” he suggested and you threw him a look that basically said ‘how dare you even make that suggestion’. It caused him to laugh slightly before he walked out of the room.
You watched after him and it didn’t take long for him to return. In his hand a bottle of water and a box of your favourite snacks. Always making sure you got nutritions. One of the reasons you loved him for sure.
“Will you let me read it if I feed you?” Nate asked and sat down next to you on your bed, taking the blanket that was above your shoulders and threw it around his, so you both could snuggle under the blanket while your laptop was on your lap.
“I might be persuaded,” you told him with a grin and felt his warm body pressed against yours. It made you relax and even more tired than you had been before.
He glanced over the words you have written and raised a confused eyebrow. “So that one boy is called Felix? That’s kind of weird.”
“Well, it’s a popular name,” you replied with a shrug and kept writing while biting into the snack he offered you.
He then simply watched you write without saying a word, not wanting to interrupt you, feeding you and making sure you drank at least half the bottle.
The vampire might not really understand what you were writing or why you did that but seeing the small blush on your cheeks whenever you wrote something inappropriate and the smile when you just found the right words were enough for him to support you in doing this.
It wasn’t long though until you got even more tired and fell asleep against his shoulder. He placed a soft kiss on top of your head before closing your laptop and putting it away so he could lay down in bed with you.
He wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled closer against him in your sleep, making him smile even more.
Sage : i think of u not only as a blog but as a bestie
Peach : you seem super sweet ily
Violet : me. you. therapy date.
sage and peach are super sweet and i think accurate bc i try my best to be nice ! el u are bestie vibes for me too don't worry. and! yes lol after that convo we had the other day, violet is very much needed. ily whore <3
perhaps all this thinking
has convinced my fingers down my throat
an attempt to get rid of everything in me that I hate
except it took my emotions with it too
down the drain goes the last meal I had
and even though it makes my body weak,
I lose a sense of my vulnerability
not being soft doesn’t mean I’m strong if it numbs me
there have been countless of times
in which my fire was extinguished
by someone that doubted what I was capable of
simply because I am a woman
what made you think you can dismiss my sex
yet lust for it anyway
you desire the idea that I am open whenever you please
but I never belonged to you yesterday, and I don’t belong to you today
I will no longer apologize for being excessive
every time you’re incapable of handling “too much”
you can’t put out my fire anymore,
you can’t make the rest of us shut up
tell me how can I speak up
with the pile of cotton balls sitting on top of my tongue
dry and sticks to the roof of my mouth
a choking hazard if I say too much