Oneshots!

#1 - self-isolation

A/n
Fair warning, dont expect it to be amazing.
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I was sitting in the living room of my boyfriend's house, talking to his mother. "so he hasnt left his room in how many days?" i ask.
"six days...at first i thought he just wanted some alone time but he hasnt left his room at all... im getting worried.. could you check on him for me please? i know he'll talk to you."
i lean over and hug her tightly. "of course, ill try my best."
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I knock on the door lightly. "Noah?" i call. "Are you alright in there?"
I wait for an answer, frowning when i don't hear one. I knock again, hoping for an answer. I sigh, leaning against the door. "Noah, if you dont open this door im going to bust it down."
After a few seconds, I knock again. "Noah. open the door please. Your mother and i are worried about you. i just wanna talk, baby. will you tell me whats wrong?" I plead, silently praying in my head he will open the door.
A few minutes go by, and I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I reach into my pocket, seeing a next from him.
'i love you, Mikey. Im just not ready to open the door yet.'
"I understand, baby. want to just text for a while, or can i call you?" i ask, hoping for another text.
'Texting is alright, if its okay w/you'
i smile, and sigh. "okay, can you tell me why you aren't leaving your room?"
Theres a moment of silence before my phone buzzes again.
'no motivation, feels like another episode.'
"okay, is there a way we can get through this?" i ask.
after a minute or two, i hear a click. The door opens, and Noah is standing on the other side in a hoodie. "hey baby," i say, standing up and smiling. "you need anything from me?"
He nods, and holds his arms out. I hug him tightly, burying my face in his neck. "hey, Noah?"
he pulls away from the hug, looking at me curiously. "You know I love you, right?"
he smiles and nods. "good, i love you so much. now, can i help you clean your room?" i ask, peering into his bedroom.
he nods and lets me in. I turn his light on, and assess our situation. I notice the amount of garbage on the floor and the overflowing trash bin first. "baby, im gonna go get a trash bag, okay?"
he nods, and i walk to the kitchen, grabbing a trash bag. before i return, i head to the living room to talk with his mother. "Hey, Sarah. Everything is going well, he opened the door and im helping him make his room livable again. i can try to coax him to leave later, if you'd like."
she smiles warmly. "Oh, thank you Micheal. I was so worried about my baby i didnt know who else to call. i knew he would talk to you about anything. thank you so much for taking good care of my baby"
She hugs me and i return to Noah's room with a trash bag. "im back, love."
i shake out the garbage bag and empty the smaller, overflowing trash bin into the bag. i go around picking up any trash that i find, while Noah starts to clear off his nightstand.

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A/n: ahh i dont want to leave on a cliffhanger but im loosing motivation... someone feed me some motivation!! >-<
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we've gotten fairly far into cleaning his room, when his mother walks in. "Oh, my baby... i was so worried about you!" she exclaims, hugging him tightly.
"mama... im alright, just wasnt feeling well." he says, hugging her back.
she looks at him sternly. "καλύτερα να ευχαριστήσεις αυτό το αγόρι που σε βοήθησε, Νόα."*
"Ναι μαμά."**
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*: "You better thank that boy for helping you, Noah."
**: "Yes mom/mama."
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I smile and continue cleaning his room. His mother leaves and he continues to clean too. I walk up to him and tap him gently. "yes?" he asks, turning to face me.
i pull him into a hug and kiss him. "im so lucky to have you." i say.
"you? lucky to have me? sorry you got it the wrong way. im lucky to have you, hun." he giggles, kissing me.

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A/N
IM CALLING THIS THE END, I CANT DO ANYMORE.
this was meant to be an angst->fluff kinda oneshot, but idk.
ill take requests but i will not do anything fandom related or any x readers, im so bad at them😭

Word Count: 778 total