Shhhhh come here
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Thread Topic: Shhhhh come here
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So I wrote this starter for a specific fandom idk I kind of am strongly fond of it and want to use it for something. So just like ignore the name it's nothing continue on.
"Babe, come back to bed," was a familiar phrase to Arthur. Though, he wasn't the one who said it, but the one who had it whispered to them at three in the morning when he'd left the room too loudly to hide away in the home office for the rest of the night. And this was most nights. The only reason he didn't hear it every night was because he was careful enough, didn't wake his sleeping partner while he crept from under their arms to the door without tossing too much or creaking the floor. No matter the end product of his escape, it always had the same cause; he simply could not sleep. Medication, home remedies, music- none of it helped. The problem was not that he didn't want to sleep. Oh, no, he was absolutely miserable. Every fact is true that without a regular, sufficient sleep schedule, the body and mind deteriorate. And considering the Englishman got most of his sleep when he passed out on the couch while watching television, he only got 7 hours in a good week, 2 or 3 in a bad one. Arthur was grumpy, unpleasant, the bags under his eyes just wouldn't go away, and he fainted if he tried doing anything too laborious. But if he tried to sleep, it just wouldn't happen. He'd toss, he'd try sleeping in different positions, get some warm milk, not drink tea that day, but he could lay in bed doing nothing for hours and never get a wink of sleep. Nothing helped him, and he figured nothing ever would. That night, Arthur had tried (for the fifth night in a row) a medication prescribed to him from his doctor, who said it was the third-to-last-resort. Again, it hadn't worked, and at two in the morning he finally decided it was time to give up. With practiced precision, he snuck his entangled body away from his partner's in the bed, and silently made his way out of the room. Long ago, they'd put night lights in the hallway, after an incident where Arthur had tried to leave without turning on any lights and ended up breaking a rib. Long story short, he made it down the stairs and into the home office without having to turn on any lights along the way, and soon he was curled on the spinning desk chair scrolling through Reddit on the computer. -
This was Mia Talk for 'be my best friend and turn this into a lovely gay soap for me please'.
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Bump bump goddammit
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Still open .3.
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why did you post this?...
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For the above stated reason. It can be used as a plot for a soap.
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