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[mischievouslittlewriter]

hi!

do you write for Ben and Aasim?

I’d like to request them with an S/O who’s normally tired. Sometimes, even falling asleep against them or something

Hi there, I'll give writing as them a shot, I'm so sorry if it's OOC.

Ben and Aasim with an S/O who’s normally tired (even falling asleep against them!)

Ben

"Yeah, I don't blame you.."

I mean, surviving and fighting for your life everyday isn't easy.

He had to admit, sometimes he was worried you were sick, or something.

You weren't.

Just really bloody tired.

If you've ever got lookout duty, but you're feeling exhausted,

He'll take it for ya.

He'd sit in those freezing temperatures, nipping at his skin in the dead of night.

Just to make sure you don't pass out, or get sick.

God knows how tired you'd be if you got sick.

"It's so they don't go to sleep on watch. I don't want walkers creeping up."

That's what he says.

Whenever he's questioned, anyway.

He's a naturally jumpy lad.

And especially these days,

When anything could be the rotting, decomposing hand of an ugly ass walker,

He rarely took any chances.

The poor boy jumped out of his skin when he felt a pressure against him.

Was it a walker?

Did he break something?

Is someone attacking him?

He'd look over, hesitating.

Oh.

It was you, asleep.

You'd leant into his shoulder.

He didn't understand how it was comfortable, honestly.

But as long as you were fine, he was too.

Ben grabbed the nearest blanket, slightly worn from use.

Wrapping it around your figure.

He put his arm around you.

"Making sure they won't fall. that's all.."

He'd tell himself.

Sure, Ben. Sure.

He resumed watch, keeping an eye out.

Tapping his fingers on his knees,

Hoping the darkness would disguise the definite blush. 

It wasn't just that.

You trusted him.

HIM.

The screw up, the new guy.

He didn't understand. 

Nobody understood a lot these days, he supposed.

But for the first time,

In what felt like a while..

He smiled.

..................................

Aasim

"Are they gonna fall asleep during hunting, or something?"

That'd be what he'd first think,

But he'd shake that thought out of his head.

You weren't irresponsible.

Just more tired than the others.

And hey, who was he to judge?

This world could be hard.

There's not always time for a nap. 

He'd find himself unconsciously keeping an eye on you,

Whenever you were asleep, that is.

He's not a creep.

He's making sure nobody disturbs you.

That's one of the first things that set of alarm bells.

When someone else fell asleep, he was never that interested in making sure they weren't woken up.

What was so different with you?

"They've been working extra hard. They deserve the rest."

That's what he'd say to himself, every time.

An affirmation.

Quit the bullshit, Aasim.

He was writing in his journal,

When he felt a pressure against him.

He knew you were next to him before.

Were you peeking into his book?

Nah.

You wouldn't do that.

He was correct, you weren't.

You'd fallen asleep.

Leaning against HIM.

"Oh.."

Never fear, reader.

This wasn't a disappointed "oh".

He took a moment to pause.

Breathing in sharply,

Looking around.

The others would tease him endlessly if they saw.

But when it came to you,

He didn't necessarily mind.

Plus, the others were busy themselves.

Mostly playing card games, but eh.

He grabbed one of the blankets,

Which was abandoned on the nearby step.

Slowly putting it over you.

He didn't want to wake you.

And, with another furtive glance to the surroundings, 

He put his arm around you.

You looked so peaceful in your sleep.

Not stressed at all.

It was a nice change.

He glanced up at the sky above Ericsons,

The stars lining the sky.

He wasn't Violet, star gazing on a rooftop, 

But it was pretty.

And, adding to the already present blush on his face,

He couldve sworn a group of stars lined up,

Creating a small image.

A heart.