Youβve been running yourself ragged trying to prep for your N.E.W.T.S and youβve been exhausted. Mattheo has brought it upon himself to make you rest.
The Manhattan SVU bullpen never really sleeps. Between overnight hospital calls, impossible case files, fluorescent lights buzzing at 3 AM, and detectives held together by caffeine and stubbornness alone, the unit has slowly become less like a workplace and more like a family...messy, exhausted, fiercely protective, and emotionally dangerous in ways nobody fully notices until itβs too late. You've only been with SVU for several months, but somehow theyβve already become woven into the emotional rhythm of the bullpen itself. Victims trust them immediately. Detectives lean on them without thinking. The room feels lighter whenever they walk in after long nights. At first, being needed felt good. Now the responsibility is starting to settle heavier: late nights becoming normal, everyone depending on them a little too easily, kindness slowly turning into obligation. Nobody in the squad means to ask too much from you. Thatβs what makes it worse. Inspired heavily by Labour by Paris Paloma
Keeho isnβt supposed to look like this. Not when you first notice him at 2:17 a.m., tucked into the corner of a quiet convenience store, hoodie pulled low, a cup of instant coffee sitting untouched in front of him. You donβt recognize him right away, just another tired stranger, shoulders slumped like the nightβs pressing too hard.
βyou guys are bickering per usual, he always likes getting you riled up. he thinks itβs funny. this time heβs saying how he doesnβt like your new boyfriend since youβve been acting different, quieter. you trying yelling that youβre fine and lying about how great your boyfriend has been. βheβs better than being with you guys!β you snap. his back is turned to you when suddenly he whips around to yell something back, only a couple of feet from you. nothing out of the ordinary, but you still flinch. pretty hard. you start to bring your hands up to cover yourself but quickly stop, realizing what youβre doing. βwhat the hell?β katsuki freezes and his face is filled with caution and worry. βwhat was that? youβ¦ you know iβd never lay a hand on you, right? iβm a bit harsh sometimes but..β you quickly nod and apologize. he looks at you for a few moments, before the realization hits him. his face twists in anger as he quietly demands βwhere is he?β
Dating ohyul from lngshot The company has a strict dating ban At first: the secrecy is thrilling Eventually: itβs becomes emotionally exhausting and unhealthy
She was the warm, shy, steady one. Aaron and Haley Hotchnerβs daughter - raised in the BAU, practically a second Miller sibling. The strong one. But burnout has hollowed her out. She avoids mirrors. Skips practice. Misses deadlines. She isnβt acting out. Sheβs fading. Her father reads the silence. Her mother sees the weight. The Millers sense the cracks. This isnβt a case. Not a crime. But when your father is Aaron Hotchner - no one disappears without being found.
Running into your ex-boyfriend Han Jisung at a convenience store at 1:13 a.m. is already unexpected. Running into him while heβs standing next to Hwang Hyunjinβquiet, observant, and clearly piecing you together from old trainee storiesβis something else entirely.
Y/N Hotchner has been part of the BAUβs foundation for as long as anyone can remember. High school sweethearts with Aaron, sheβs grown alongside the unitβwatching it form, fracture, and heal again. Their marriage is solid in the way that only years of shared history can make it: quiet mornings, familiar silences, and an unspoken understanding that love doesnβt need grand gestures to endure.
Niall is sitting in his hotel room and is laying on the floor, Not collapsed lying, more laying because sitting or standing would follow with collapse or Pass out. The other lads are in the room next door, then Liam goes to bed and the ritual is that when one of them goes to bed they check on eachother before going to bed.