Mine Mine Mine.
I haven’t uploaded in years omg, I hope someone sees this 😭 Enjoy~
This was in my drafts a while back, This is not my original idea, I lost the tumblr writer who wrote this post originally.
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You decided to surprise your boyfriend by visiting him at his university. He had given you a spare key to his dorm, just in case. You let yourself in quietly, taking in the soft glow of the room lit only by the dim desk lamp. The blinds were closed, and you could see a large figure under the blanket, lying on the bed. Obviously, it was your boyfriend—he must’ve been exhausted after his long lecture, which lasted four hours. You smiled, thinking he probably needed his rest. You figured you’d let him sleep while you grabbed some ramen for your movie night.
But just before you could sneak out the door, you couldn’t resist. You leaned over, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. It was a peck, nothing too big, but you missed him so much. After all, it’d been a while since you’d seen him. When you pulled away, feeling satisfied, you heard him shuffle a little, mumbling in his sleep.
Grinning to yourself, you started walking toward the door when—wham—you felt his hand shoot out and grab your wrist, yanking you back toward the bed.
You couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was, thinking of you even in his sleep.
“Babe, let go. I need to go get ramen for us!” You wiggled in his arms, trying to get free, but his grip only tightened. He wrapped his legs around yours like a human octopus, trapping you with a soft, sleepy growl.
“Mine…” he mumbled. The way he said it sounded so possessive and cute that you couldn’t help but smile. “Mine…mine…mine…” He kept repeating it, almost like he was in a trance.
You tried to shake him awake, but he only responded by squeezing you tighter, as if he was trying to make you disappear inside the blankets with him. It was adorable—but also kind of annoying.
You squirmed, trying to free your legs, but his grip just got stronger, his body practically cocooning you. “I need to go get ramen, seriously. You can’t keep me here all day…”
“Mine…” he muttered again, this time wrapping the blanket around you like a burrito. “Mine…mine…mine…”
There was no way out of this. He was too strong, and the blanket was way too snug. You shifted, trying to get comfortable, but your legs were quickly starting to lose feeling. “Okay, fine. Mine,” you said with a playful eye-roll, hoping he would let you go.
Hearing no response, only his arms slightly tightening around you like you hug your stuffed bear and his legs putting yours in a lock making them close to numb, you admitted defeat.
It felt like hours and you even tried to sleep but the thought of ramen kept waking you up and trying to get free from your boyfriend’s hold. Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.
Shit you totally forgot you had it with you. You reached for it with your free hand—only one hand free, by the way—and saw it was your boyfriend’s roommate.
You pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello?” you whispered, trying not to wake the monster clinging to you.
“Hey, Y/N, have you seen BF/N? He was supposed to be at the library 20 minutes ago, but no one can find him. I’ve called everyone. Where is he?”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Uh, yeah, I know where he is.”
“Wait, why are you whispering? Where are you?” he asked, clearly confused.
You glanced at your boyfriend, still sleeping soundly, and groaned. “I’m stuck in his dorm. He kidnapped me in his sleep and won’t let me leave.”
There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, his roommate burst out laughing. “No way! He’s literally holding you hostage? I’m coming to rescue you, don’t worry! I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
You glanced at your boyfriend, who was still mumbling “mine” over and over, and sighed. “Alright. I’ll wait. Wait! Do you mind getting some ramen on the way, you know the kind we like.”
“Uh, sure. I’ll be right there,” his roommate said, chuckling.
After what felt like an eternity (11 minutes to be exact), you heard the door unlock. The light from the hallway flooded into the room, and you squinted as his roommate walked in, looking way too pleased with himself.
“Hey, I’m here for the rescue and the delivery!” he said with a smug grin, snapping a picture of you and your boyfriend, who was still snuggled under the blanket, holding you hostage.
You groaned. “Hey!”
But, of course, your boyfriend didn’t wake up. He just kept mumbling, “Mine…mine…mine…” and pulled you closer. It was adorable, but also way too much.
His roommate smirked and grabbed a pillow from his bed. “Sorry, bro, this is for your own good,” he said before smacking it straight onto your boyfriend’s head.
Everything went quiet. You could practically hear your boyfriend’s brain rebooting. Then he jolted upright, blinking and rubbing his face. “What. Did. You. Just .Do?”
“Sorry! It was the only way to wake you up! Don’t kill me! Your girlfriend told me to do it!”
Your boyfriend looked at you, then down at your cocooned body. “Wait…when did you get here?”
You sighed dramatically. “You kidnapped me, remember? I’ve been stuck here for-“ You pulled out your phone checking the time, “-2 HOURS?!”
Your boyfriend’s eyes widened. “Oh…whoops.”
You tried to get up from the bed, but when you shifted, your legs, completely numb, gave out from under you and you fell . “Oh, come on! My legs are DEAD.”
Your boyfriend’s face turned into full-on panic mode. “Shit, are you okay?!”
“No, you’ve basically paralyzed me with your cuddle attack.” You looked over at his roommate, who was trying to hold back laughter. “I’m never letting you live this down.”
His roommate chuckled. “Well, at least you’re not dead, right?”
You shot him a playful glare. “I would kill him, but it seems he’s too cute to murder.”
Your boyfriend’s guilt melted into a grin, and he helped you back onto the bed, making sure you were settled. “Alright, movie night still on?”
You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re lucky I’m still willing to hang out with you.”
“Well, you know, because you’re mine,” he teased, pulling you back under the blanket and trapping you once again. You were surrounded by soft, fluffy fabric, and there was no escaping. Not that you really wanted to, anyway.
“Did you just trap me again?” you asked, half-laughing, half-exasperated.
“Yep. You’re mine, remember?” he said smugly.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m yours, but you’re lucky I’m too comfy to move.”
“Exactly. Mine,” he whispered into your hair, and you melted into his arms.
Meanwhile, his roommate just stood there awkwardly. “Uh… guys? Still here?”
You shot him a teasing grin. “Who told you to stick around? Get out.”
“Why do you always have to be so mean? 😭 Y/N, tell him to let me leave.”
You giggled from inside your blanket cocoon, rolling your eyes. “Bye bye~ Wait, our ramen!”
His roommate sighed dramatically. “Here you go . I’m leaving before you two make me throw up.”
With that, he left the room, and the two of you were left alone to snuggle up for your movie night, with your boyfriend repeating his favorite word: Mine
