#stressed reader

Even with the age difference between you, your relationship has remained stable throughout. You have reached the point where you not only appreciate each other's good qualities, but you are also able to deal with each other's areas for improvement in the sweetest way possible. And you usually solve everything in one night, one deep conversation and two glasses of wine, a heated ending in bed... but on days like today, you don't know what to do.

He loves you. And he knows how to treat you. And he would do anything to make sure you live a peaceful life. But it seems that the magic he normally uses to make all your problems disappear is blocked during your damn exam weeks at university. For a few days, the warmth that always seems to surround you vanishes completely, giving you an almost icy appearance. Your boyfriend knows better than anyone the feeling of imposing unrealistic expectations on yourself when it comes to work, and becoming obsessed with it... but he's not a person who stands out for his sensitivity. Logic made it impossible for him to feel frustrated, sad or cry over situations like this. You, on the other hand, are quite the crybaby, no matter how hard you try to hide it or not show it because you want to appear strong and independent. He doesn't quite understand why you think crying is typical of a weak person, but so far he hasn't been able to convince you otherwise.

So, when he comes home and sees you lying on the sofa with a notebook over your face, repeating your lesson and crying, stress taking over because you can't memorise your notes, insulting me every time you don't say a sentence exactly as it is in the textbook... it hurts him so much. It breaks his heart to see you in pieces over some stupid exams, to see you consumed by your own self-imposed demands, to see that his words have no effect during exam season...

After watching you motionless from the doorway of your apartment, reflecting, he finally approaches you, and in a quick but delicate movement takes all your notes, diaries, notebooks, laptop, anything that consumes you in that way, and immediately proceeds to lie down with you on the sofa and hug you.

At first, your first instinct is to be scared and tell him to move away or you won't have time to study what you need to. However, not having the strength to push him away, you give in and finally return the hug. Only to finally cry on his chest. The only place where you feel safe. You even forget for a moment about the real world, about university, about your future, your results... everything boils down to the strong, secure arms around you, their muscles sheltering you from the sad reality outside your apartment.

"Love... it's okay. I'm here now." Kento coos, stroking your head, your hair, trying to get your mind to focus more on any physical stimulus rather than the worry that is overwhelming you. "I'm sorry I'm late. I should have known you'd be like this..."

You caress his neck with your hand as he speaks, as if you want him to keep talking to keep you distracted. Of course, he understands.

"I realise that my words are rather useless when it comes to exams and self-imposed pressure, but take my words into consideration simply because I was in your shoes a few years ago." His voice has a much warmer and sweeter tone than usual. He is always gentle with you, but today you need that treatment more than usual. "I always tell you that your future is not determined by exam seasons, and I know you're going to tell me that's a lie, and I understand where you're coming from, but... let me explain, hmm?"

With teary eyes, you look at him, your brow slightly furrowed. You didn't feel like listening to the typical ‘there's more to life than your grades’ speech. Mainly because that makes you think about exams and causes an urge to push your boyfriend away and reread the same page in your textbook for the fiftieth time.

"What defines you as a person is not stupid numbers. That determines your ability to adapt to the current education system, and we've had more than enough conversations to know how opposed we are to the current system. I think all your torment comes from wanting to be seen for something that doesn't represent you."

Before continuing, he leaves a hand on your back, tracing undefined patterns and letting his touch penetrate your body. The moment, so vulnerable and intimate, sends a shiver through your entire body.

>> You always pass your exams. Even if you didn't, my point would still stand, but the problem would be different. Why do you demand so much of yourself? You don't have impossible goals or a frustrated dream that requires top marks at university. Whenever we talk about this, it seems like you want to prove to yourself how intelligent you are... The question is, what do you see as intelligent about the current system, love? What makes you so proud, what part of you feels more alive, more reassured, when you see that excellent in your grades?

>> Why is your self-esteem affected by these assessments? Do you feel that an important and essential part of you lies in your results? Darling... you are a mosaic of everything you love, and that detailed work of art is what amazes me. Your essence does not include parts such bureaucratic. How many lives will it take me to make you see that this particular moment is rather unimportant?

He is not talkative, far from it, but if he has to give a speech, it will be elaborate, structured and organised. Like this one. You don't know how he is able to say such beautiful things to you, to almost convince your stubborn mind, to caress you with words, looks and actual caresses. Perhaps experience has given him this insight. This talent for advising your inexperienced self, nervous about what the future holds.

"You don't have to answer now, darling. I understand you must be tired."

"Of course I'm going to answer you. Anxiety is killing me, but it kills me even more that you're always right." You say, pretending to be annoyed, but the moment you make eye contact with him while you talk, any facade you had until now breaks down. Your tearful, needy self shows up. "I love you too. Thank you for telling me all that. Nothing I say will be on your level as, well, you know, I'm sad and stuff, and *sob* people don't talk very well while they're crying. I'm going to cry again. I hate you."

Your little comment makes him chuckle and pull you even closer to him, if that's possible. He plants a little kiss on your head, and seeing how your body seems to relax thanks to his little gesture, he continues his affectionate exploration. Your temple, your neck, your cheek, your brow, your closed eyelids, your nose... it's so sweet that it makes you cry even more. Yes, you're a crybaby, but who wouldn't be when being comforted by a man like Nanami?

"A mosaic of what I love..." you exhale, repeating his words. Trying out how it feels to say something so poetic and beautiful. Nah, it doesn't sound as good as when he says it.

"A beautiful mosaic."

"You mean disastrous."

"I didn't think of you as someone who didn't appreciate the art of chaos, love."

"I thought you were someone who was only able to appreciate what was strictly organized, neat and planned, love."

"Your chaos is perfectly organized for me. My mission here is to help you see it the same way."

You hate and love equally the moments when he leaves you unable to respond. Well... Nanami 1 - You 0.

"Anyway. I think you have got an idea of what I mean. It's impossible to convince you, so I'm satisfied with that." He kisses your lips quickly and briefly before continuing to speak. "Now, we're going to try to study again, but in a healthier way and having me by your side to help you in any way I can."

"You didn't even study the same degree as me, Nanamin." you shake your head with a small smile. You look at him with admiration. He doesn't understand why you adore him so much, why you think he's worthy of your fascination and wonder, but since he detected this, he's strived to become the man you see in him.

"I can help you review your lessons, help you organize what you have left to study, look for the information you need, go grab some sweets... Don't underestimate me, love." He smiles. "I'm just not going to leave you on your own now, yes? You don't need to go through emotional extremes just like the one moments ago."

You've always known that he's very overprotective when it comes to you, and lately you've realized that his protection can even lead to protecting you from your own bad habits and negative emotions. You thank him so much...

"I love you. A lot. You're so good to me that I just want this exam season nightmare to end and show you how grateful I am that you take care of me in places such as our bedroom."

"...you brat." He scoffs as you just laugh and finally sit down next to him, showing him what you have to study. The anxiety that threatens to creep in again calms down every time you hear Kento's plumb voice. He has been right in everything he has said, he has inspired you effortlessly, whenever this happens you feel that you fall in love all over again completely, you confirm that you are made for each other... and, that if the concept of soulmate took shape, it would probably look something like a hardworking, tall, serious and muscular blond man with a nervous, somewhat weepy, creative and inspiring figure in his arms. Or, in other words: Nanami and you.

a/n: please be kind, english is not my native language, so I apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes or parts that are confusing etc etc. thank you so much for coming this far! i've written this mainly bc i'm in exam season and completely depressed and i lowk feel like reader… and instead of studying, i thought it was a better idea to deal with it by imagining myself with nanamin. the truth is that i am aware that the writing is not very good (in fact, my eyes close as i write this, i feel on the verge of collapse), please be kind.

There’s a feeling of pressure on your chest, and a growing pit of despair in your stomach. You fucked up. Big time. Your teacher had given you a topic to make a presentation about a month ago and yet here you were, a week before your due date, not even having a clue of what the hell the topic was. As you stare into the google calendar tab open in your laptop you realize that not only were you supposed to present the topic in a week, but also turn in two different group assignments and an individual one. On the same day.

Almost mechanically you pick up your phone and open the messenger app. 

Megumi’s always been more of a night owl. His body is used to staying awake until sunlight threatens to spill over the horizon. He knows it’s not healthy but even if he tries to sleep at a normal, decent hour his mind remains restless. So he does what he’s able to: assignments, projects, pre-reading for lectures, reading books he enjoys or has been wanting to read, listen to music, make playlists with songs that fit the vibe of a very specific picture of you he has in his gallery, watch a movie, etc. 

It’s 11:56 p.m. when his phone starts vibrating over and over again. He can’t help the feeling of irritation that bubbles up inside him, thinking that Yuuji or Nobara are spamming the group chat with TikTok slideshows of “ask your friends which ‘blank’ are you!”. Although the feeling is immediately replaced with worry and slight curiosity when he sees it’s you who has been spamming him for three minutes straight.

His eyebrows furrow when he notices you’re texting with correct spelling, no emojis, no jokes in the middle of the conversation and capitalizing the first letter of every text. He reads over the messages you’ve sent so far to grasp an understanding of the situation. When he gets to the bottom of the chat, he gets up and grabs his shoes and keys while still paying attention to the still incoming messages you’re sending him.

You’re startled when you hear a soft knock at your door, stilling your fingers from expertly moving across the keyboard on your phone. Your eyes remain on the door while you wait for the sound to repeat itself, just in case you misheard or imagined it. Your phone vibrates softly on your hands, displaying a text from Megumi: “open the door”. You get up and do as he ordered. 

Once he’s inside your small campus room, he speaks. “Okay, now tell me everything slowly.” You do.

“… oh, did I also mention that I have two midterms that same week? And that quiz that we were supposed to present last week but the teacher changed last minute.” You can feel the headache creeping up your spine. You bring your hands to your head and rub your temples.

“And I know what you’re gonna say: ‘complaining about it isn’t gonna help you at all’” you make your voice sound deeper and more monotone to make it sound like his, “It’s just- It’s really frustrating. I don’t know why I can’t seem to just sit down and do things, like you do!”. 

He doesn’t say anything and you’re thankful for that. “It’s like—I know I have stuff to do, and I know it’s very important that I do it right. But I just can’t seem to ever find the motivation to do it. And then I’m left in spots like this one where I’m gonna have to pull a miracle out of my ass to actually turn in everything I have to turn in this week.” He listens to your rant patiently. Even rubbing your thigh when he notices your eyes crystallizing and tears starting to well up in the corners of your eyes.

After sitting in silence for what feels like hours, he finally speaks. “Do you want reassurance or a solution?” “Both. More reassurance though.” You both move to make yourselves more comfortable. 

He’s sitting down in the floor with his back against the side of your mattress. One of his legs is bent and the other is stretched. Your head is now resting on his outstretched thigh. His long fingers find themselves running through your hair, an action that you commonly direct towards him whenever he finds himself unable to fall asleep while sleeping over in your room.

“I think you’re gonna make it out of this.” His voice Is soft, but assertive. “And yes, you have some awful time-management skills that we need to work on,” a snort leaves your nose “However last time you were able to give that other presentation while only having studied two days prior. If you try hard enough, everything will be okay. We’ll be okay. I’m gonna help you.”

You’re pretty sure the tears are running down your face at this point. You sniff tour nose. “Thank you.” Megumi leans down and gives your forehead a kiss. “But now, we need to get some rest. We both have early clases tomorrow. Well, today, technically.”

You get up from your position and make it to your bed. He’s hugging you while your head is on top of his chest. From this position you’re able to hear his heartbeat slowly lulling you to sleep.

can you tell i’m proyecting with this one? i literally wrote it at midnight. stress is eating me alive, so please excuse me if this seems like a self insert. i know people who are currently dealing with a lot in uni, so i hope this can help you if you’re going through the same.

"I didn't mean to scare you, only to wake you," The bookworm chuckled, "This isn't good for your back."

With a tired smile, you turned to face him in your chair, "No shit; I didn't mean to fall asleep here."

With a yawn, you looked to the clock. It said 5:30 pm.

"Dinner is ready. I believe I speak for us all when I say I would appreciate if you ate with us," He rubbed your shoulder, then lifted his hand to rub at the pen on your cheek.

"Then I'll join you. Who cooked tonight, again?" You began to put together some of your papers, as to be organized for when you came back to your room.

A moment of silence passed by until you opened the door, "Asmo did..."

"I haven't died from his cooking," You rolled your eyes, drowsily leaving the room.

"Yet," He added on.

Dinner passed, and you managed to only eat the edible parts of Asmo's beautiful cooking, or God-forbid ingredient-combining.

You get up to head back to your room, not even bothering to do more than dump your dishes in the sink, when Satan once again grabs your shoulder.

"I know you're heading back to your room," He scowls.

"And why would you think that?" You shoot back.

"You've been doing so every night," An unimpressed expression presents across his face.

"Oh," You drop your head in realization, "I guess I have..."

He removes his hand from you, relocating it onto his hip, "Come take a short nap with me. You deserve some rest that isn't at your desk."

He has a point, and you know he does.

With a sigh, you oblige. Snaking your hand into his as you go up the stairs, he pretends not to notice.

Going down the hallway, you hear him mumbling something to himself about 'I wish they'd be more aware of their own limits'.

"Hm?" You question, looking up at him.

"Nothing," He hums back.

"You sure?" You squeeze his hand.

"Mhm." He chuckles, letting go of your hand only to throw you over his shoulder effortlessly.

You let out a yelp and try to sit up straight with a whine. He doesn't let up. Instead, he teases you about how you were apparently wobbling when you walked. By the time you come up with an argument, he's already reached his bedroom door.

He sets you down gently, "Come, let's go lay down."

You let out a hum, weaving your way between his mountains of books. Once you find his bed you climb in, hiding yourself in his blankets.

"Wait, Mc, don't sleep in your-" He frets, but you cut him off before he can finish.

"Yeah, yeah, I know..." You mumble, crawling back to the edge of the bed.

He pulls your tired form to your feet, hugging you for a moment. You've never seen him so tender and kind. Then again, maybe you're just too tired to remember.

After the soft hug, he practically parkours to his closet to find you a t-shirt and some shorts that will barely fit you.

He comes back, handing you the clothes before he goes to wait in the hall. You quickly change, laughing at how big his shirt is on you, but I guess that's the least you can expect when wearing a demon's clothing.

After asking if you're done, he comes back in, chuckling at the size of his clothes around your form.

The two of you crawl back into his bed, and he lays on his back so that you can puddle onto his chest. And that you do.

You wrap your arms around him, letting your ear rest over his heart, and the sound of the peaceful beating alone is almost enough to send you into a more healthy sleep than before.

"Would you like me to read to you?" He hums, and you nod in response.

That's your last straw. The sound of his voice and heartbeat, and the comforting warmth of his body and blankets have you drifting off in minutes.

Finally, you'll take a break. He rubs your back; maybe he should take a nap too.

Ft. My cat

Another sigh fell from his mouth as Keigo set his phone on the small table in front of him, careful not to knock over his glass of water.

“My one weekend off and everyone is busy!” He grumbled before falling back onto his sofa, the multicolored screen catching his attention as he sits upright, allowing him to fixate on the sitcom that illuminates from the screen.

A few episodes pass before his phone buzzes on the table.

*1 message from: Loser ^///^*

- dude i’ve had so much to do at my agency since my assistant got a new job - 9:30 pm

~ I bet :( Do you want me to send my assistant over to your agency? - 9:30 pm

- omg please i’d literally cry. - 9:31 pm

~ Of course! What all would he be doing? - 9:31 pm

He leaned forward to get a sip of his water before checking his phone again.

- honestly he could probably come in tomorrow. if there’s two of us looking through these reports we can get it done in about two hours. I’ll be paying him a little extra too since he isn’t part of my agency. - 9:32 pm

~ Alright! I wish you luck. You leaving now then? - 9:32 pm

- yeah probably. why? - 9:32 pm

~ I’m booooooooorrrreeeedd - 9:33 pm

Keigo had sent the message with hopes that his best friend would want to come over. He knew they’d want to!

- kei I’m so stressed idk. i just wanna chill tonight - 9:34 pm

Well this didn’t go as planned. He had another trick up his sleeve. Hoping it would work, he took a deep breath and pressed his thumb against the screen of his phone.

~ Let me cheer you up ;) - 9:35 pm

“Fuck why did I do that?!” Keigo immediately got anxious after sending that. What if they get mad? Will they hate him? Oh god. Intrusive thoughts starting swirling through his head, playing out the worst possible out come over and over again until…

- yeahh it’s friday why not lmao - 9:36 pm

Jumping off the couch, he cheered loudly before rushing back to his phone.

~ Dress up for me, and bring a bathing suit ;) - 9:36 pm

- okay feathers lol - 9:36 pm

Keigo rushed around his house speed cleaning everything to make sure it was nice for when (y/n) came over. He took the cover off of his hot tub, making sure it was the perfect temperature for the two of them. Throwing some snacks together on a plate for them, he thought it would be nice to pour some Rosé for them. Rushing to his room, he looks for something to where quickly finding some nice dress pants and a white button up for him to wear.

Taking off his t-shirt, he looks at himself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and throwing his dress shirt on, barely buttoning it up since they would be getting in the hot tub.

The knock on the door pulled him out of his trance, and brought him into a new one. He practically appeared at the door, opening it for his dazzling bestie.

“Hey feathers.”

Oh boy. They did NOT have to get that pretty for HIM. If it weren’t for his ego, Keigo would be on his knees IMMEDIATELY for them.

“Hi chickie” Keigo choked out with a wink. He took their hand leading them into his penthouse, while grabbing the glass of rosé to hand to (y/n).

“Oh my god, you didn’t have to do all this for me Kei! I’m serious!”

“Why wouldn’t I? After a stressful day I would wanna be pampered too.”

Walking over to his coffee table, he grabbed the remote putting on music that just begged to be danced to. Keigo strutted back to (y/n), hand out, inviting them to dance with him.

“Really, Kei?” (Y/n) shook their head, giggling before taking his hand and accepting the invitation.

The lights in the room changed to a hot pink before Keigo put his phone back on the table, looking back at his best friend, admiring their eyes. They danced for what felt like hours, the upbeat, glittery music mixed with the pink lights and alcohol had them ignoring anything that happened around them. Keigo grabbed (y/n)’s face, looking deeply into their eyes before asking a question which would change the night for the better.

“Wanna take a shot or two?”

Laughter erupted between the two of them before they made their way to his liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of Ciroc and two shot glasses. They each took a shot before chasing it down with more rosé. Slowly but surely they made their way back into the living room before Keigo looked at (y/n), gesturing to his balcony.

“Let’s take this outside, babe.” Keigo practically drooled from his mouth.

They both got changed in his room before making their way to his balcony, with Keigo leading the way and opening the sliding door. He climbed over the side before grabbing (y/n)’s hand, guiding them into the hot tub with him. Thoughts started swirling through Keigo’s mind. He wanted to put his arm over (y/n) more than anything, but the fear of ruining the relationship they had took over. So he just leaned back and looked over to the city around them. They both let out a sigh, soaking in the relaxing feeling of the warm water washing around them. Keigo jumped at the feeling of someone’s head on his shoulder, looking down at (y/n), who was looking back at him before shooting a wink. They both laughed, realizing the others feelings.

“You cool with this?” (Y/n) asked in an almost whisper-like tone.

“Uh YEAH!” He cheered, causing them both to burst into laughter for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

They cuddled up to each other in the hot tub, his arm over their shoulder, their leg over top of his. Keigo looked at (y/n) with longing eyes before pulling them onto his lap. He looked up at them, running his hand up their body before resting it on the back of their head and pulling them into a kiss.

The kiss lasted hours in their head, when in reality it was only a few seconds. They looked at each other before Keigo let out a drunken giggle and kissing (y/n) once more, this one with more passion than the last. Alcohol running through their mouths, causing kiss to be sickeningly sweet to both of them. Keigo pulled away, leaving his hand on their waist.

“I think we are both too drunk for this, but just know that I’ve liked you for a long time. I don’t want anything happening between us while we’re drunk. I’d rather not have any regrets in the morning.”

(y/n) looked at him with the most mesmerizing smile Keigo had ever seen before kissing him once more and nodding in agreement.

“I was thinking the same thing, Kei”

They both got out of the hot tub, drying off before heading back inside.

“Do you want a sweatshirt and sweats to change into?” Keigo asked from his bedroom.

“Yes please! Thanks!”

Keigo came down the stairs with the promised clothes in his hands.

“You can get changed in my bathroom over there, you know where it is.”

Watching as his friend left the room before checking the time on his phone, 1:37 am.

“Wow” he laughed to himself before looking back up and seeing (y/n) in his hoodie and pants which were way too big for them, but he loved it.

He put his arm up, inviting them over to the couch with him so he could put his arm over them.

“You know it’s almost 2:00, right?”

“No?! That much time passed?”

“Yeah, we should get to bed, I got a TV in my room so we’ll have something to watch while we fall asleep.”

“But I just sat down!”

(I couldn't find a source for this on Pinterest. But his expression is fantastic <3)

The sound of tapping and clicking was Loki's usual ambiance for the past couple of days now. Well, to be more specific, it was the sound of keyboard typing. His beautiful girlfriend had been working hard with no sleep and terrible take-out meals for a couple of days and Loki had been too busy to fully realize until now. The hard-work his significant other was putting in had simply been background ambiance as he darted back and forth between rooms trying to help Stark organize another party whilst Stark was actively fighting with Rogers.

So Loki being the newest Avenger was forced to run back and forth, helping the two to plan the party without a huge argument. This also meant that Loki had to keep the peace, write lists of different things both 'manchilds' wanted at the party, do some decoration planning with Natasha and keep his promise to Thor by spending an afternoon in town together. The past two days had been hectic, but Loki managed to survive - albeit very tiredly. Now he finally had a chance to settle down and enjoy a nice rest day. Except...he couldn't relax.

He had hoped his lover would take a few ten minute breaks here and there. Maybe take a break whilst eating. Perhaps not take her phone to the bathroom to continue working. Not only to have a small minute break, but for hygienic reasons as well. Loki made a mental note to carefully wipe over her phone later. Sadly, (Y/N) continued to work hard at her laptop, typing up presentations and then jumping to answer emails and then jumping back to the presentation. Yesterday, Stark said she had done a very long report on the many benefits of a small coffee shop that connects to the office.

Something as ridiculous as that seemed unbelievable to Loki. But considering how some midguardians loved their useless work and fancy little reports, he eventually believed Stark wasn't lying. To Loki it was simple: if a major corporation wanted a tiny, cheap, coffee shop? Then they would just build it with their vast amounts of money and make that quick profit. But according to Stark those mortals loved making sponsors pay for it instead. Millionaires that kept the business from using their own money on literally anything.

Millionaires that needed to be persuaded into putting a couple thousand dollars into a small project by fancy looking graphs, reports and who knows what else. Gosh, just sitting there thinking about all that had given him a headache. He checked the time and decided that 10:00pm was far too late for (Y/N) to be working. Loki stood up, stretched his aching arms a bit and headed straight to the kitchen. If his darling angel wasn't going to finish work and rest on her own, he would make her.

Loki made two very sweet, hot cups of tea, grabbed an advil and sat in front of (Y/N). "Here you go, my love. You've been working for so many hours you missed dinner tonight." He spoke softly.

"Oh, wow. The time sure went by fast." (Y/N) sighed out, stretching her arms a bit and accepting the much needed cup of tea. "Thank-you, Loki. This is delicious." She smiled and visibly relaxed from the soothing sweetness.

"I'm delighted to hear that. I was going to play some music and enjoy a nice bath. Would you please join me? I dearly miss your company." Loki did his best to sound suave and inviting in hopes (Y/N) would accept rather than work more. He just needed to get her away from the laptop for some rest for at least one night. At her current rate, she'd just faint from exhaustion and run herself into the ground and Loki wanted desperately to avoid that.

"Oh, Loki. You know I would love to join you, but I've got so much work right now...I don't know if I can afford to spend time away from these slides." She strained her eyes to look back at the blaring screen. She didn't even have a blue light filter on...or dark mode...she could be so silly sometimes. But Loki smiled fondly.

"Just for a few minutes, darling? Please? For me?" He tucked some strands of hair out of her face and met her gaze with a pout she couldn't say 'no' to.

"Oh...alright, you and your adorable face..." She sighed in defeat, "Just let me fix this up and save this and I'll join you." She returned to the screen one more time and Loki watched the clock with a mental timer of five minutes. He moved quickly and got the bath ready with warm water, a sleepy scented candle, he changed the bathroom light to a soft orange and grabbed the softest cloth he could find in the bathroom. Finally, he turned on (Y/N)'s favourite, calm songs and played them on low from a speaker in the bathroom.

Next, he went to her room and pulled out her most comfortable t-shirt and pants, grabbing her towel as well and then headed back to the bathroom after grabbing his own things. He returned after five minutes of setting up the bath and tapped her on the shoulder. "It's been five minutes, please finish that last graph and save, darling. The bath is ready and warm."

"Oh, already? Alright, I'll finish this and save." She promised. She worked on the graph for another minute and once it was finished Loki quickly intervened before she could move onto another unfinished graph. He gently placed his hand over hers, gaining back her attention, and he slowly dragged the cursor to the save icon before minimizing the screen.

"Come, darling. Let's get you into some nice clean clothes that will hopefully be more comfortable than your work attire." (Y/N) stared up at him before slowly registering what he said and finally looking down at her clothing. She had completely forgotten she was even in her work clothes still. She simply nodded and followed Loki to the bathroom for what she thought would be a quick bath and then back to work. But Loki had other plans: making sure she slept.

His plan went exactly as he had expected. The soft, orange light would help her brain wind down from the constant blue light that definitely disrupted her brain's sleeping pattern. The soft music she would play to fall asleep with, the sweet tea settling in her stomach, the warm bath water and the sweet scented candle. He made sure to scrub the soap in gently and take his time.

She leaned back against him and sighed against his chest, feeling sore from sitting hunched over, but overall she was relaxed. Her eyes grew heavy and harder to keep open until they slowly drifted shut. Loki carefully carried her out of the water and wrapped her up in her fluffy towel whilst he drained the bath water and made sure to tidy everything up. She was still awake, desperately fighting sleep so she could get back to work. But her body wouldn't cooperate. She was exhausted.

Loki finished drying her and helped her dress. He brushed her hair back into a neat plait and made sure she brushed her teeth. He washed up as well and then lead her to the bedroom for a good night's rest. At this point, she was too tired to fight back. But she still attempted. "No....Loki..." She whined. "I have to get back to work now..." She groaned.

"Please, rest your eyes with me..." Loki hushed her stubbornness. "...Just for a few minutes, love. For me?"

"Fine...like...five minutes.." She groaned and stumbled into bed, almost falling asleep immediately.

"Thank-you, love. I've missed your company." Loki laid down beside her and pulled the covers up, turning on some rainy ambiance and pulling her into a cuddle - spooning her with an arm draped across her waist.

Hearing a soft groan and sigh, he smiled and kissed the top of her head. His plan was successful and he felt very proud of his lover for being such a hard-worker. He also felt very proud of himself for remembering how to help a mortal unwind after a long day. The orange light and soft music was all Stark's advice when Loki had first started dating (Y/N). Apparently midguardians brains worked slightly differently to Asgardians, and needed help to slow down to sleep.

Once soft snores and little bits of strange sleep talk drifted from his lover, he knew she was fast asleep. He finally allowed himself to sleep for the night as well. "Goodnight, love." He whispered, half asleep. "I love you."