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beatlevmania · 4 years

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George x Fem!Reader- After the After Party

A/n: ATTENTION! INSPIRATION HAS STRUCK! After a couple months’ hiatus, I had a random creative burst and thought up a somewhat decent fic idea (can I get an amennnnn) Enjoy! A/n Part 2: Check out the photo in my header for the ACTUAL photo of Geo at the Sgt. Pepper release party! Year: 1967 Summary: Female reader and George sneak out during the Sgt. Pepper release party and have a romantic night!

You stood at a high-top, listening to the various conversation around you. Raising the glass of champagne in your hand to your lips, you took a sip of the sweet liquid, savoring it as it went down your throat. You looked around, searching for a familiar face.

It was 1967-- the Sgt. Pepper’s release party. Critics were raving over this new album, calling it one of the most historic events in music history. No expenses had been spared for the expensive event: the most luxurious champagne in every glass, hors d’ouvres floating around every minute, waiters dressed in tuxedos. It was a party fit for a king- or maybe four.

You adjusted you dress, smoothing out any creases, and pulled some strands of loose hair behind your ear, trying to make yourself look busy. The last thing you wanted was to get caught in another conversation with a random person you’d never met.

You and George had been going out for around a year, ever since he got back from his historic trip to India. You had stumbled upon each other at the airport, and had been together ever since. But, all this social responsibility was more than you had imagined. Being George Harrison’s girlfriend was no easy feat, as you were quickly learning.

The party had already been going on for hours, and you were drained. Located in a fancy hotel lobby in London, the party was filled with the wealthiest, best, and brightest the world and to offer. You had done your best to fit in amongst these stars; however, it was proving to be tiring work.

George, Paul, Ringo, and John had been missing for a long time, needing to shake everyone’s hand and thank each and every guest for attending the party. So, you tried to make conversation with the other guests, however, you had exhausted your social inventory for the night. Now, you were just ready to go home. Or maybe see George. Either option would work.

As you checked your watch for what seemed like the hundredth time of the hour, suddenly, you saw the one person you needed to see- George! His familiar, bearded face was floating through the sea of people, and it felt like a godsend due to your absolute, complete, horrible boredom.

George was dressed impeccably, with his gorgeous dark purple jacket and ruffled shirt underneath. Very creative and eccentric, but, that was George. The boys had all dressed up in their most creative outfits, but you really thought George took the prize for number one.

Finally, he arrived at your high top. You threw himself into his arms, cracking the first smile you had made in a while.

“Geo!” You smiled, and he chuckled as you clutched onto him tightly. “Y/n, what’s this for?” He laughed, pulling you off of him so you could see his face.

“I missed you,” you gave him an over exaggerated frown, and he frowned back at you. You both smiled, then George grabbed your hand. Leaning over, he lowered his voice and spoke into your ear.

“Hey, listen, (y/n),” He started mysteriously, “What’ya say we get outta here? I don’t think I’ve ever been more bored in me life.”

Your eyes widened. Excitement began to form as you thought about heading off with your boyfriend, enjoying a romantic night- with JUST the two of you. But, you wanted to make sure George actually wanted to go, and that he was not just making the decision for your sake.

“But, George, you’ve worked so hard for this party, are you being serious?” You held your breath.

“Serious as a heart attack! C’mon, we’ll sneak out the back without Paul seein’ us. He's too busy cozying up with old Linda, any how,” George chuckled.

“What about John? Or Ringo?” You asked cautiously, wanting to make sure George was 100% on board. You didn’t want to be the one to drag him away from the party, obviously!

“He’s off... well...doing some John thing, And Ringo, he’s probably smoking in the bathroom or summat,” He lowered his voice. “Honestly, (y/n), I don’t care- about any of them, really. I just want to celebrate with you tonight.”

You reached up to brush off his jacket as you felt a blush creep across your cheeks. He grinned, and reached to grab your hand. You smiled up at him in pure happiness.

“Alright, Geo,” you started, before George began to pull you away from your table for one. You squealed quietly in surprise as he led you quickly across the crowded room, head down, trying to avoid any more conversation. You followed closely behind him.

You finally reached the back of the room. George wiggled his eyebrows at you playfully before putting a finger to his lips, signaling to you to be quiet. Then, he pushed his way through the doors behind him: arriving in a busy, noisy, and properly in use kitchen.

“George! I don't know if we can be in here,” You said uncertainly, trying to pull him back through the doors- and unfortunately, back to the party.

“Ah, (y/n), c’mon love. we’ll be fine,” he laughed, dragging you through the kitchen as you gave weak smiles to the obviously confused kitchen staff. “There’s a back door that leads out of the hotel from here,” George explained as he led you to the back kitchen. Well enough, there was a large set of double doors at the back of kitchen, with crates of wine leaning against the wall nearby.

You gasped in surprise. “George Harrison, the rebel? What do you have to say for yourself, young man?” You joked as he quickly grabbed a bottle of wine from a crate and tucked it under his jacket.

“My lady,” he offered as he pulled the door open with his free hand, the cold night air rushing in to meet you. You giggled as you both stepped out into the cold.

George immediately noticed the goosebumps on your bare arms. “Hold this,” he handed the wine bottle to you as he shrugged off his velvet jacket. “Put it on, love, don't want’cha catchin’ a cold now,” He said, and you gratefully put it on. The jacket immediately warmed you up.

“What would I do with out you?” you wondered aloud. George just slipped his hand into yours as you walked down the London street, your heels making a click clack noise on the cobbled ground.

��Any ideas on where to go?” You asked, your voice sounding loud in the quiet of the night.

“I think I know the place,” George responded, and you continued walking on. You grew excited, wondering where George was taking you.

Finally, you turned onto an unfamiliar street. Streetlights shone dimly onto the street, and you could hear the faint whistling of trains in the distance. You looked up, noticing the bright half-moon sitting in the sky. The breeze rustled the grass and bushes lining the small path you were standing on.

“This is the place,” George breathed, leading you to a nearby park bench. You squeezed his hand as you settled onto the seat next to him, looking out onto a neatly-kept garden, the flowers barely illuminated by the tall lights surrounding the area.

You leaned into George as he brushed his hair out of his face, before struggling to uncork the bottle of wine. Finally, he opened it, unceremoniously taking a swig before handing the bottle to you.

You took a sip, the delicious flavor filling your mouth. Setting the bottle down onto the ground, George put an arm around you. He looked at the moon, admiring its beauty, and you stared up at your boyfriends face, lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about, Geo?” you asked quietly, tucking the wind-blown hair off of your hair.

“Lotsa things,” George said, pulling you close to him and kissing the top of your head. “You. Me. What’s out there. What’s up,” he pointed to the sky. “There.”

You looked up at the sky, at the moon, and the stars. There was really no end to the universe, outer space, and you realized how small you and George must seem.

“There’s so much I wanna see, (y/n),” George continued. “And I want to see it all with ‘ya. I always wanna be with ‘ya. Forever and ever,” he murmured.

You tilted your face up, looking at his serious face. He looked into your eyes for a second before breaking into a massive smile. His eyes crinkled in the way you loved.

You kissed him, leaning upwards towards him. He returned the kiss happily, holding you close. Finally, you broke apart. You settled next to him just as before, wrapping yourself deeply in his velvet jacket. You sat there until the stars disappeared in the sky, drinking wine, and seeing everything with him.

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magnoliawhetstone · 4 years

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h e a d c a n o n s, pt. 1

( tw: mentions of eating disorder )

When Lia is drunk/ tipsy she likes to act our favorite movie scenes—even if she’s alone. Most recently was the titanic scene (where she also got her knee suck in the balcony). She can quote all of the legally blonde courtroom scene and definitely knows the mean girls Christmas dance as well.

When Lia bakes, she has this small habit of humming or singing when she does so. Interestingly enough, for how involved baking is, she’d done it for so long she’s relatively good at shutting her brain down for a while when she does it. Or, at least, it takes all her energy to bake instead of overthink. It’s why she stress bakes so frequently and it’s also why she hums/sings when she does it. It’s mindless and she’d be embarrassed if anyone heard it–but she doesn’t always realize she’s doing it.

Surprisingly, while Lia’s favorite book is Pride and Prejudice, her favorite movie is Love Actually. She can quote most of the movie–as she can with most things she loves–and her favorite scene is when Hugh Grant dances to “Jump (For My Love)” by the Pointed Sisters. This is another scene she sometimes recreates when drunk.

Lia is not the biggest fan of Harry Potter. She doesn’t even know what house she’s in (its Ravenclaw but she can’t remember that). She never got into the series, never found it to be that interesting–magic didn’t quench her thirst the way some other books did…

Yes, that’s right. Magnolia Barnes was absolutely a Twi-Hard. You could not pull her away from these books–it was even worse since, at age 18, you’d think she would have had better taste. But no, she was #TeamJacob all the way. And yes, she did go see the movies when they came out. And yes, she did cry at the end. Don’t judge her.

Lia loves watching home renovation shows, though she literally has no reason to watch the show. She’s never had to do a home reno in her life. But she likes to imagine a day when she would–she thinks she’d be quite good at it. Sometimes about being able to use her hands in a meaningful way strikes her as soothing–its why she likes baking so much. She doesn’t have proof she’d be good at it, but she has a feeling she’d be pretty good with her hands if she can make delicate pastries so well.

Lia loves college football. Like absolutely adores it. Big Clemson gal, Tiger Rag is her jam. She remembered spending fall weekends at their Lake Keowee home so they could easily drive over to Clemson and go to a home game. Hates the Gamecocks with a passion. Rivalry weekend was her favorite time of year growing up–it was so full of excitement and energy. In fact, the most heated you might ever see Lia out of an argument is walking a Clemson football game. And yes she knows exactly what’s going on down on the field and if you ask her one more time if she’s sure–she will throw a piece of pie in your face.

Speaking of Clemson, Lia wanted to go there for college–get her degree in English. But she also had high dreams to be the baton twirler on the field–the one who dots the i with whatever family they’re celebrating that day in the pregame ceremony? Yeah, she wanted that. She thought that maybe she could mix the two worlds of hers, her two areas of interest–but no, that was never to be the case.

Lia grew up going to State fairs every summer–but never an amusement or theme park. She has never been to a planetarium, and her first trip to an Aquarium was with Beckett. Her first trip to a Zoo was with Ryder. So sure she’s ridden some rides, but it’s never been like most people have. It’s her dream to go to DisneyWorld one day and somehow, someway, stay in the Cinderella Suite. she’s watched enough youtube videos to know that not one gets to stay there but contest winners and celebrities, but still–a girl can dream.

While her peers took their vacations in Paris, Nice, Monaco and Italy, Lia’s father preferred north–like Amsterdam. Which, to be fair, was really very nice and Lia liked going. She even had a friend, Tess, who she’d hang out with when they would go on holiday as they called it. Tess was cool–she was into collecting model trains and really liked to read also. But then Tess’s parents sent her to boarding school after they had found out that she had been chatting with people online that she shouldn’t have been. Lia thought that sounded awfully harsh and hoped her parents would never do something like that to her. (Oh, irony)

When she’s sick, she doesn’t want chicken noodle soup, she wants wonton soup. Why? She doesn’t know, but she’s never liked chicken noodle soup. She thinks its the mushy carrots and celery. But wonton soup is essentially the same thing, but with a wonton and better flavor. She likes hers with spinach.

If toast is cut diagonal, she can’t eat it. Vertical squad for the win.

Big Bon Appetit fan. The quickest way to make her smile is to make her watch an episode of “one of everything” or “gourmet makes”. she might have a small crush on alex delany but we don’t talk about that.

Lia believe in aliens but not ghosts. She’s not big on conspiracy theories either–but she might be tempted by the stories at Denver Intentional Airport. She just can’t accept that humans are the only living things in the universe. That’s a lot for her–but she doesn’t go actively searching for them. Ghosts, on the other hand–she just never believed in them. Why would anyone want to haunt someone? Seemed like a weird power play to her. And no, despite what some people at the Malnati think, the moon is not made of cheese.

Lia is obsessed with spreadsheets. If you asked her what the dorkiest thing about her was–she’d tell you it was her planner and spreadsheets. She has a spreadsheet for probably every aspect of her life. her planner–which is really a bullet journal–is how she keeps track of things when she can’t get on her computer, but she has one for chores, her books, work, her bucket list, hell–even a bachelorette watch party she had a few years ago. She loves being organized.

Office supplies are her kryptonite. She absolutely loves blank notebooks and pens. She has a favorite pen for different things. Pentel RSVP RT Retractable Ball Point in black for everyday items, Staedleter fine tips felt pens for her bullet journal, sharpie pens for when she wants her notes to stand out, Zebra Mildliner for headers in her bullet journal or giving the pages shape. She is incredible persnickety on who can borrow what pen, and even keeps less important pens in her pencil bag just to lend out. And under very few circumstances will you ever see Magnolia Barnes using a pencil unless she has been required too. She hates the darn things.

Lia doesn’t swear–her mother taught her ladies don’t swear and while she doesn’t believe language as a gatekeeper for femininity anymore, the expectation still holds. So if you do hear her use a curse word, something is very very wrong.

Go to coffee order, you ask? Easy. Grande White Chocolate Peppermint Mocha with Blonde Espresso and Almondmilk and yes whipped cream. Sometimes she’ll get it with Raspberry instead. If its iced, it’s a tall and no whipped cream. However, she can also be bought over with a Venti Iced Guava Tea Lemonade with 8 pumps sweetener.

Lia has seen the Chatworth House–the house used as Pemberly in the Kiera Knightly version of Pride and Prejudice. While its not her all time favorite movie, she sure loves it still and begged her parents to take her one summer. They relented and it was everything she had dreamed of seeing.

It’s well known that Lia cannot dance–she often tells people she can only line dance and Viennese Walz, and the former only happens when she’s tipsy on PBRs.

Lia loves sleeping with windows open because she can’t sleep in silence. The white noise of the city helps relax her and and makes her sleep easier.

However, she must read in silence–any noise will distract her and she gets relatively grumpy if anyone interrupts her reading. She also adores reading by a window. She likes the way the natural lights illuminates the pages.

Words are some of Lia’s favorite things–she thinks they’re magic. So loves the way they sound and likes to think about the way they feel in her mouth and how they roll off the tongue. She does her best to take her time when speaking too–because if words are so important, its better to get them right the first time. (Although perhaps she would learn that getting it right may not always be nearly as important as saying something at all).

(tw: eating disorder) Not many people know this, but after the book incident, Lia has begun to go to therapy. Her counselor, Tonya, has been helping her try to work through what things are Lia and what things are Lia’s mother. They haven’t gotten to the eating disorder conversation yet–and Lia dreads it. because Lia has never used the term out loud–in fact, the only time it was ever spoken was by the doctor the night of the incident. She has never named it and technically never claimed it out loud–though she knows its true in her heart.

Lia hates pickles. Don’t know why, but she thinks they are gross. Also parmesan cheese.

Magnolia loves horses–perhaps not the extend of others, but she had grown up riding them and when she rode them, she always sensed a freedom that was just out of reach at home. Perhaps that was because who was always riding wit her, but she doesn’t like to dive deep into that. It complicates things (that maybe needed to be complicated, just sayin’). Leaving her childhood horse Butternut was like leaving a pet (something the Barnes did not have as Lia grew up). Butternut and her went on a lot of adventures together, usually along side Buttersquash and Jack. It was good squad.

Lia’ favorite dessert is Mrs. Whetstone’s peach cobbler–and she has pour her life’s work into recreating it since she never asked for the recipe before she left. Every time she tries, she feels like she gets a little closer, but its never quite right. But it does remind her of home and its one of those memories she loves dearly. Anyone who asks her, though, what her favorite dessert is, she’ll say cheesecake because nothing even compares in her mind to that cobbler and she doesn’t want something to try to do something that will never reach what she expects. And she does love cheesecake.

Favorite flavor of yogurt? Chobani Raspberry Lemonade. Its only available in the summertime, but boy is it worth the wait.

#tw eating disorder #[[homecoming queen?; headcannons]]#if any of these spur plots lmk!!!

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bookish-actor · 4 years

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Here is my submission for Flash Fiction Friday by @flashfictionfridayofficial!! I'm on mobile, so I can't do the pretty header that everyone else has, but ah well!! Happy Friday!!

525 Words

Mal flopped down across Teagan’s lap, stretching their arms above their head and smearing dust along Teagan’s pale pink skirts. “It’s too damn hot. Why do we gotta live in the desert in summer?”

Nixie laughed roughly as she leaned on her cane, “It ain’t even that hot, ya monster!”

Mal rolled their eyes and sighed loudly, “Well, not all of us are used to living out in the middle of nowhere, Auntie Nixie.”

Gesturing with her free hand, Nixie limped inside her house. Mal grumbled curses that no child should know under their breath as their bare feet touch the scorching sand. As they hopped to their boots and ran after Nixie, Teagan silently laughed to herself and leaned back as she waited for the two to return.

Mal hummed happily as Nixie passed them a cool glass of lemonade. They pressed it to their face and chest for a moment before gulping the sweet, cold drink down. Nixie laughed and wiped some sweat out from under her eyepatch as she downed her own drink, albeit with more control than the child she was babysitting.

The two stayed inside for a bit longer, enjoying their drinks and talking, until Cholla bounded into the house with a loud, reverberating bark. He ran into Mal’s chair, stumbled back, and shook his body, covering Mal and the surrounding area in water. Mal shrieked in surprise and laughed as they pet Cholla. His tongue flopped out of the side of his mouth as he leaned his head against Mal’s hand. Nixie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose as she thought of the work that Cholla’s entrance would bring, but Mal’s eyes lit up with excitement as they ran towards the door.

Teagan was still under the porch, protected by the balcony as she napped. But beyond her sleeping form, the world had transformed. The sky had darkened and sheets of rain poured down, transforming the dry, hot desert into a cool, pleasant, muddy area. Mal giggled and launched themselves into a muddy puddle as quickly and as high as an eight-year-old child could jump.

They covered themselves in cooling mud as they laid, facing the oncoming raindrops. The rain created streaks in the mud on Mal's face, and they sighed contentedly while the thunder rumbled overhead.

All around them, flowers were opening, and the plants became greener with the promise of life in each drop. The air became heavy with the sweet scent of creosote as the plant greedily drank up the rain.

Nixie leaned against her doorframe with a gentle smile on her face. She loved seeing her home come to life in the cooling mist of a gentle thunderstorm. She startled when Teagan came into view, as she came up to Nixie on her blind side, but relaxed as her girlfriend's arms encircled her waist.

"Ain't it fun to watch the kid play around in the muck?"

Teagan's breath tickled Nixie's ear as she laughed before she signed, "You're just saying that because we don't have to clean them up."

Nixie shrugged and laughed a little herself, "Maybe, but that sure do help it!"

#my writing #flash fiction friday

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nam-nam-joon · 5 years

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Pairing: taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: none

based on this wonderful prompt by @hybridfanfiction :

There was a box sitting in the hallway as you opened the front door. Your eyes stayed on in for a moment longer before you fully entered the flat and turned the key in the lock behind you, slipping out of your shoes. The frame a little further down the halfway that your flatmate usually occupied at this time, leaning against it with an easy smile and welcoming you back home, was empty.

Upon peeking under the lid of the box you discovered your plates sitting in it, neatly piled and the spaces between them stuffed with newspaper. They were so out of place here that you needed a moment until your brain caught up to what you were seeing.

“Tae?” The lid of the box eased down on its own and you turned to pick up the bag with groceries you’d picked up after work.

“’M here.” Came the answer, from the direction of the kitchen.

Sunlight flooded the room and reached into the hallway as you approached. “There you are. Why are the p- Oh.”

The ends of his dark blue, almost black hair were dipped in gold, giving him a halo in the late afternoon sun shining through the window. It caught on the fraying ends of the old grey shirt you had worn while painting the living room, only now it was Taehyung in it, the old thing hanging off his body. The way the sleeves were too long and slipped down even with him having rolled the hem up didn’t seem to matter as he ran a brush with white paint down the front of the old cabinet you’d gotten at a yard sale last month. It had been beautiful, if not a little shabby, on its own, but now your eyes ran over it appreciatively, taking in the work he’d gotten done.

“It looks like a whole different shelf.” You smiled, even though Tae was too focused on the task at hand to turn his head. He dipped the brush in the can of paint and absentmindedly rubbed an itch on his nose.

You began to unpack the groceries, and as a glass of olives hit the cold surface of the stove, the bright sound seemed to finally pull the other back to reality. You glanced at him after he’d let out a small gasp and saw how his eyes stayed glued to the very evenly painted surface, before he turned his head and looked at you with big eyes.

“You’re back.” He stated, voice turning up at the end. “Yeah. Hey, Tae.” Happiness spread through you, now that you finally had his attention.

He dropped the brush in an old, empty bean can with water before closing the space between you and looping his arms around your middle, leaving no space to seperate you any longer. His chin dropped to your shoulder as he observed the things you’d bought and already pulled out of the bag.

“I got you something.” You said quietly, leaning back into his embrace and cherishing the moment of calm after a stressing workweek. The hybrid behind you hummed. “What did you bring me?” His lips were close to your ear now that he had lifted his head with interest, and he pressed soft, sweet kisses to the part of your face he could reach from his position. You reached down into the bag with some difficulties since Taehyung had no mind of letting you out of his hug, but managed to pull out a paper bag as long as your arm. He kept silent and unmoving, leaving the unwrapping to you, but you knew once he recognized the thick, green leaves that appeared from within. His fingers tightened into your hips and he dropped his chin again, kissing your shoulder before putting his cheek on the bone there and tightening his hug.

“You got me Aloe! We can make lemonade tomorrow!” “Exactly.” You smiled and rubbed the exposed skin of his lower arms. “Thank you. How was work?”

He finally peeled himself off you and picked the brush up to properly clean it in the sink before coming to help you put the perishables into the fridge. You rolled your eyes and sighed at his question. “Busy. We had a leak under the bar and then our kitchen sink backed up and... It took ages for the plumber to arrive. Midday Peak was hell.” Taehyung hummed again, inspecting a package of meat that you handed him before placing it in its box.

“That’s for lunch tomorrow. You were occupied after work?” The humour is audible in your words and he nods, unbridled pride flashing over his features. “Yes! There was a bit of paint peeling off of it, and then some more peeled off after I pulled at it, and then I thought I could just sand it down and put some colour on it. And I also fixed the handle of our balcony door. Our birdfeeder fell off its hook and broke, I thought maybe we could repair it tomorrow, together. And while we’re at that, you still haven’t said anything about my idea of finally building a shelf for our DVDs.”

The fridge door shut and Taehyung turned to lean against it with crossed arms. Before you could answer him, a flash of green in the wind caught your eyes, just outside the glass that still had warm rays streaming through it. In wonder you stepped up to the windowsill.

“Since when do we have flower pots in front of this window? And a- herb garden in it?”

Your flatmate let out a low grumble at your dismissal of his questions like that but approached none the less. Stood beside you and looking outside as well, the light catches on the short little feathers lining his hairline over his neck and behind his ears.

“I did that yesterday, but you didn’t see that because it was dark when you came home.” He admitted, almost sheepish. “Tae you know you don’t have to do this much housework, right? You can enjoy your time off after getting out of work, too.”

He flexed his neck in discomfort before his eyes found yours and he calmed. “I know. But, you know spring is approaching and I can’t- If I don’t keep myself busy like this, I can’t relax, and...” He trailed off, a pout stealing on his lips. You quietly admired his glowing face a heartbeat longer, golden hour kissing his features and making him look otherworldly. Then you gently elbow his side.

“’S okay. As long as you don’t overwork yourself.”

He shook his head and let out a content sigh as you continued to take in how much more colour the basil, rosemary and thyme added to the outside world, by just being there.

The herbs got put to good use as you cooked spaghetti with Teahyung for dinner.

With two empty plates and full bellies you lounged on the couch, two episodes of the TV show that’s reserved for Friday nights done.

“Do you want to go out and date this year?” You took a sip of your soda before placing the glass on the table. Then you settled back down, with your head in Tae’s lap, and he returned to carding his fingers through your hair and studying your face.

“Don’t know. No, probably not.” He didn’t look too bothered by it.

“Why?”

He took a sip of his own sparkling water, pushing it around his mouth and stared off into space for a moment before his eyes focused back on yours. “I have everything I could want with you.” He licked a drop of water from his lips and ran the tip of his finger over the rim of the glass, looking unabashedly into your face without a hint of smug or sarcasm.

“Really? You don’t even wanna try and see if there’s someone-“ You broke off and purse your lips in search for an appropriate phrase. “-Someone else? Someone like you, maybe?” His eyes alternated looking between yours, his lashes reaching long over his cheeks.

“No. I’m happy with you, here. With what we have. I never thought about being in a quasi platonic relationship with someone, especially a human, but now...” He shrugged, then smiled. “I really enjoy it. Feels good.”

You could have told him you loved him then, so so much, but the words somehow don’t make it past your throat as you stare up at him from where you’re lying. Your whole body feels heavy, heavy with food and exhaustion and love for your flatmate.

You roll on your side with a small groan to lean your face into his stomach and half hug an arm around his waist. His nimble fingers brush back the hair so he can lean down and tip his nose to your temples.

“I love you, too.” He mumbles, and your heart is suddenly fluttering in your chest.

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