You fall asleep on him - Oliver
This is a request!
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TRIGGER WARNING: none
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This week might just have been the worst week of your life. Your professors has been piling mounds of work on your desk with no sympathy, tightening the deadlines and even scolded you for not meeting one of them. Your car had broken down as well, leaving you to have to walk to uni every single day, seeing as you wouldn't get your car back for at least another week. On top of that, Oliver had just messaged you that instead of being back tomorrow, he wasn't going to be back for another week, claiming the the director needed to reshoot some scenes.
You were immensely glad that it was Friday however upon arriving at your front door, you remembered you had to complete the overdue assignment by Sunday, or the teacher would be failing it. The thought alone brought tears to your eyes and you sighed, entering your house feeling completely and utterly defeated.
You barely even got past the doorway before you sunk down on your knees and started sobbing, all the stress finally catching up to you. Your sobs drowned out every single sound, and you failed to notice your boyfriend kneeling worriedly in front of you until he brushed a hand against you shoulder.
"Hey there darling" Oliver said softly, his voice making you snap your head up, startled. He chuckled a little at your confused face, with tears streaming down your cheeks and your puffy eyes. He found it quite endearing. "I wanted to surprise you" he admitted sheepishly and fell back as you launched yourself at him, clinging onto his frame for dear life.
He say there holding you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you sobbed, blabbering on incoherently as he tried to sush you and eventually, your sobs died down.
Lifting your chin with two fingers, he placed a tender kiss on your lips and helped you up, guiding you over to the sofa and sat you down. "Now what's got my love so worked up hmm?" he asked, combing his hand through your hair.
Jumping at the chance to rant and get everything out of your system, you retold a very detailed story of your shitty week, adding a little dramatic flare with your hands here and there as Ollie soaked up every word, giving you his undivided attention, amused at the way you told the story.
"Well that sounded completely shit darling, and no you're not working on that assignment tonight. I'll help you with it tomorrow. For now, you're going to go upstairs, take a nice shower while I cook, then we'll eat and watch TV, alright?" he stated, not leaving room for negotiation. He gently ushered you upstairs, patting your bum and turned around to start cooking.
After a much needed shower and a nice home cooked meal, you were cuddled up on the sofa. Him laying down and you practically on top of him, hands fisting his T-shirt. His arms were draped protectively around your waist and he drew lazy circles onto the small of your back with his thumb, sending shivers up your spine as the TV played in the background.
"Y/N?" he said and waited for your response but he didn't get one. A smile tugged at his lips when he looked down to see you dead asleep with your mouth parted slightly, your face snuggled in the crook of his neck with your arms still around him. He reached for the throw blanket, laid it on top of the both of you, then he tightened his arms around you ever so slightly, falling asleep with you in his arms.