pancake

Work has been putting a toll on you. Not to mention the extra load your family had been putting on you. You were glad that you moved out of your place and now have a better, warmer place to call home.

You stretched your arms and it kinda triggered a muscle by your waist, making you whine and topple over the couch. You looked up and noticed that it was close to two in the morning, and you couldn’t be bothered to do your facial routine. You let out a huge sigh, packed your laptop and things back into its bag, and tiptoed back into the bedroom.

You s/o was already fast asleep, but the furrow of his brows showed something was not right somewhere. You sneaked under the blanket and let yourself be warmed well before you snuggled into him. You lightly traced his facial features, and slowly tried to ease the frown in his sleep.

Once he felt you near him, he instinctively pulled you over and brushed his lip on your cheek, the furrow between his brows eased. “What time is it?” he mumbled as he buried his face in your hair, feeling content and comfortable with you in his arms.

“About two,” you drop a kiss on his collarbone with how much you couldn’t move. “We have the whole morning, so just sleep.”

He hummed a little and fell back to sleep, his arms still around you and had no intention of letting go.

You adjusted your position to have your ear on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, allowing it to lull you into a deep slumber.

“Are you serious?” You looked at your s/o, unable to believe what he just said. “No, I must be having hallucinations or what not.”

“I am serious. Dead serious. As serious as the time I asked you to move in with me,” he replied with a deadpan tone. 

“No, wait,” you massaged your temples, still unable to believe his words. “You want me,” you pointed at yourself before continuing, “To read you a bedtime story.”

He put on his sleeping cap and laid quietly in bed, having BunBun in his arms. “More like, I want you to come up with a bedtime story for me.”

“You’re questioning my creative writing skills or what?” You gave him a pointed look as you scrolled through your phone, hoping writing-prompts on Tumblr could give you some ideas on what you can bullshit your way out.

He gave you a sweet smile that’s blatantly fake. “I’m questioning your sincerity of coming up with something that can lull me to sleep.”

“I have metallica, if you want.” You suggested, immediately opening Spotify to scroll through the options. 

“Actually, nevermind. Go back to Tumblr. They have better suggestions.”

You smirked. “Okay. Storytime.” You put your phone by the side and sneaked into the bed, laying beside him and hugged his arm.

“So. There’s this girl with the most boisterous and chaotic personality. She had been loud and… Loud.”

He chuckled and with his other arm, scooped you into his embrace. “This is a story about (Name), isn’t it?”

“Hush, lemme finish.”

“Sure.”

You snuggled and found the most comfortable position, continuing the story. “She’s someone who’s very insecure and doesn’t believe that love will fall on her. She kept telling herself that people who’d fall for her would either be weird or creepy, and she would not be interested in them either.”

He started to pepper kisses on the top of your head, his fingers lightly tracing patterns behind your back. “Mhmm.”

“So, she panicked when someone decent looking confessed to her, worrying that he’s either a creep or needs new glasses.”

He let out a chuckle. He knew that you’re one who’s doubtful, which resulted in him taking a long time to prove that he was serious in pursuing a future with you. But he never knew that you were insecure to the point that you’re undeserving. It kinda broke him a little to hear you talk that way.

“She was right. He was indeed a creep. He was one of Beelzebub’s cronies. No wonder he kept taking her to places with good food and made her increase her weight. She successfully banished the demon by using salt and holy water, and she managed to lose that weight, gaining her confidence back and lived a happily ever after life.”

You looked up at your s/o and he had the face of regret painted on him. What was supposed to be a sentimental and heartfelt sharing session turned into something else. There’s approximately 170 thousand words in existence, and he couldn’t find one to describe what he was feeling.

“How’s the bedtime story?” You gave a shit-eating grin.

He let go of you and turned himself to face the other direction. “Goodnight.”

“I’ll be the big spoon then!” You smiled and hugged him from the back, dropping a soft kiss and snuggling up. “G’night, babe.”

You were never a fan of flowers. They’re pretty and nice to see, but you’d never thought of getting them. “I’m a materialistic bitch. Get me food, they serve me better.” was what you’d usually say to your friends and s/o.

Until one day your s/o brought back a bouquet for you.

It was a small bouquet with red and pink roses, along with white carnations and lavenders. The colours had a huge contrast to each other and yet they blended well. It gave out a hint of fierceness and yet there’s a certain softness that’s tender to your heart, and you felt like you’re about to cry. So you did.

Your s/o took it the wrong way. His face fell and he immediately regretted getting the flowers. “Oh shit I’m so sorry I never knew flowers are a huge no I just thought that- Oh god I’m-”

His word blabber was long and you didn’t bother listening to it. You took the bouquet and hugged it, cutting him out from his uhhh mantra of apologies. You let out a trembling sigh and rested your head on his chest. “Hug me?”

His arms wrapped around you immediately and he peppered kisses on your head. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just that I never really expected flowers. I’ve been portraying myself as someone who’s not interested in these but I guess I still have a soft spot for them in the end, huh.”

“You’re always a soft person,” your s/o muttered, arms still holding you firmly. “You just pretend you’re tough so that people won’t mess with you, but deep inside, you’re just a soft and warm person, wanting to be pampered as well.” 

“Can you stop calling me out?”

“No.” He tightened his grip around you, making you yell and bite his arm in retaliation. “C’mon, I bought a vase for the flowers and you can decorate it.”

“Wait, before that I need to take a picture and upload it on Instagram.”

He chomped lightly on your ear. “Remember to tag me. Let them know that we’re a thing.”

“Lmao nah no worries no one other than you will be interested in me.” You positioned the bouquet nicely under the natural light seeping through the blinds. 

“Hmm. Who knows?’

You came back home with a huge grin on your face, obviously content with your day. You have finally gotten the chance to visit the cat cafe that has been on the internet for quite a while, and you definitely had a blast.

You threw yourself onto the couch, took your phone out and started scrolling through the videos and photos you’ve taken. You discarded the last of shame you had in you and rolled around with the cats, enjoying their playful swats on your face. There’s one who even curled at the crook of your neck and purred so loudly that you thought you’d ascended into heaven.

Your s/o returned at the time when you were replaying the video of you meowing at the cat. He literally stopped in his steps and looked at you.

You looked back. Your phone still has the video played.

“Meow?”

You nodded. “Meow.”

The conflicted look on his face increased. He was very sure he didn’t want to have an entire conversation in cat language, but you were making things very difficult for him.

While you, being the ultimate brat in the relationship, had no intentions of backing off. “Mrow?”

He gave you a blank stare for a looong while and let out a huge sigh before heading into the room to drop his belongings. “Yeah you definitely had fun.”

It was a rainy afternoon when you both decided that it was a really good day to stay in (not that you two were ever planning on going out). The cold weather made you extra melancholic for absolutely no reason, and you just clung onto your s/o for physical and emotional comfort.

Soft music was playing in the background. It was an instrumental but a music box version, and it definitely calmed your nerves down. Both of you were sitting on the plush carpet you bought months ago, and you had an urge to just lie on the soft material.

Seeing through you and your thoughts, your s/o pulled you over so that you lean onto him, and he draped a thin blanket over you. He recently bought it cuz the colours of it reminded him of you, and now he got to put it to good use.

The pot of flower tea you boiled earlier was left on the tea table, its scent soothing your nerves and making you slightly drowsy. You played with his fingers for a while and linked your pinky to his, dropping a kiss on it before snuggling up to him.

You’ve hidden your dark side well but one day, you’ve decided to hide it no more. And so, you brought them out.

Your plushies.

Your s/o had a look of distraught on his face at the sight of the five plushies you’ve littered over the bed. But at the touch of it, he allowed them to exist on the bed as pillow substitutes. With them, you probably will have less space on the bed to toss and turn, and high chances are that you’ll end up in his arms when you sleep.

Was what he thought.

You never stopped surprising him with how often you reacted differently from what he expected. You ended up curling towards the other side with your plushies in your arms and under your head, some under your leg as well.

He pulled himself up and covered the heavy blanket over you, hoping that you won’t be feeling too cold from the surrounding room temperature. You two had different temperature tolerance and he was determined to not let you get a cold.

It may have been the warmth of the heavy blanket, or the warmth of his heart that made you turn to his direction and snuggle up to his side. You felt safe and stopped fidgeting in your sleep, snoring slightly again.

You were scrolling through some prompts on Tumblr and quite a few of them had put a smile on your face, especially those that had couple-ish ones. You looked at your significant other who was sitting on the couch, looking at his phone and petting the cat absent-mindedly. Your heart was immediately filled with warmth.

You wasted no time in clicking Ctrl+S to save your files, shut the laptop and scooted onto him.

Yes, onto. Kinda made the cat angry and she left. Well, you wanted him to yourself so her leaving kinda made things easier for you.

His lips curved up a little bit as he wrapped an arm around your waist, switching both yours and his position onto a laying one, you still on top of him. “Yes, baby?”

You buried your face in his chest, having a silly smile on your face when he called you by that pet name. To be frank, you never were a big fan of those. But when those words rolled off his tongue as he locked his eyes on you, you just… Melt. Like there’s this fuzzy feeling that just Does Things To Your Heart.

Seeing how you were acting, he couldn't help but to let out an amused chuckle. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

You looked up at him with the ends of your lips very twitched up high. “Nothing. Just feel that I really do like hearing you call me baby.”

His eyebrows arched a bit at those words. “Should I call you ‘babygirl’ instead?”

You closed your eyes, trying to figure how it would be like if he said it with a soft tone. “Say it again?”

He put his phone by the small table and wrapped you in both his arms. Leaning in close to your ears, he whispered, “Hey, babygirl.”

Your gripped on his shirt tightened, and the giddy smile went up a notch, letting out a thrilled squeal and a muffled laugh.

He laughed along with you. “‘Babygirl’ sounds fine to me so why are you laughing? We’re not doing anything sexual right now.”

“I knowwww,” you whimpered. But you still relished in the surge of endorphin his words have made you feel. “It just… Give me that squeeze in my heart.”

“Princess?”

You grew embarrassed and your hands went up to cover his mouth, attempting to stop him from talking anymore.

He arched his head away and laughed. “Princess? Sweetheart? Darling? Honey? Pancake?”

“Stop it!” You hissed, your cheeks starting to flush with how well those words came out from his mouth, and how it started to drive you panting. “Also, Pancake?”

He kissed the tips of your fingers, no signs of the smile on his face fading away. “Pancakes are yummy, although I still prefer calling you babygirl.”

Your hands went from his lips to hugging him at his neck. “I like all of them, but ‘babygirl’ sounds the cutest out of all. Like… I’m really pampered.”

He lowered his head and pressed a firm kiss on the top of your head. “It will be a waste for me to not pamper you.”

You looked up at him, saw his warm smile that made you feel protected, appreciated, and loved. And once again, you renewed the realization that you were very much in love with him. “I lub you,” you said with a soft pout, your eyes still locked onto his.

His expression softened even more. You never knew how it was possible but that was not your problem to figure out. He nibbled the tip of your nose and replied in a whisper, “I love you too, babygirl.”

“C’mon, it’s time to wake up, you’re gonna be late for work.”

You frowned at the voice beside your ear and sank deeper into your bed, pulling your blanket over your head.

“(Name)~” Your s/o sighed a little at how you responded, but not very surprised with it. You have once again faced problems in falling asleep and now had problems waking up in the morning. Now it’s up to him to monitor your activities and hopefully, won’t have any need to resort to any medication to help you rest better. But first, getting you out of the bed was the top priority. “It’s time to wake up, baby.”

“But I wanna sleep,” you whined, turning to his direction, peeking your head out a little and looking at him sleepily. “Sleep with me?”

He spent five seconds contemplating and set the timer for ten minutes. “I won’t be able to prepare breakfast for you,” he replied before getting into the warm blanket and cuddling you with his large frame.

You nuzzled into him, blissfully ignoring the words and enjoying the comfort provided to you. “Future problems for a future me.”

He couldn’t help but to pinch your cheek and ear before dropping a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Another eight minutes, baby.”