(Requested)

ugh so fluffy

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I can't focus on what needs to get done,

I'm on notice, hopin' that you don't run

My eyes wandered up, glancing at the blonde boy who was sparring with the prince. I let out a little sigh, feeling my cheeks flush, shyly lowering my head down again, hoping that nobody noticed. Currently, I was in the middle of trying to write an essay for one of my literary classes, but just couldn't find the inspiration to.

Of course, I wanted to write about Soren -- I always did -- but the theme wasn't love or crushes, or any of the sentimental stuff. I absentmindedly rolled my eyes, staring off into space, blanking out with my eyes still glued onto the blank sheet of parchment.

I think I can do it later.

My train of thought leading nowhere was abruptly stopped as I realized a figure was standing in front of me. I was too distracted to realize earlier, and whipped my field of vision up so I could clearly see who it was. I nearly fell over, recognizing the handsome face that loomed above me, squeaking and feeling the blood rush to my face.

"Soren!" I shouted, startled, "Hi!" A smile crept its way onto his face, the corners of his lips turning up in an amused manner. The expression was idyllic, but oddly enchanting nevertheless.

"(Y/N)," he greeted back in an affable manner, pristine white teeth shining through his open-lipped grin, "Hello." Oh, how my heart fluttered when he said my name. It made me love how it sounded, how smoothly it slipped out of his mouth like a hot knife through butter. I tried to reply with coherent words, but all that came out were small wheezes. Soren stood there for a few more moments before chuckling amiably, eyes glancing at my paper.

"Just wanted to stop by and see you, but you seem busy right now." His hand patted my shoulder gently, the soft impact releasing all my tension. "I'll see you later, once I'm done training."

"O-Okay," I breathed, watching him go away.

You think I'm tepid but I'm misdiagnosed,

But I'm a stalker, I've seen all of your posts

Standing awkwardly, my knuckles clicked gingerly against Soren's door, the hard wood coming into contact with my soft skin. Lowering my arm, I laced my fingers together, patiently waiting for him to open the blockade. My chest felt lighter as a small click sounded from the lock, and his head popped out of a crack that had formed.

"(Y/N)! You're here!" Soren fully pulled the door open so I could walk through. "Come in, come in!" Nodding in thanks, I paced inside quite briskly, taking off my shoes when entering his private living space. Though I had been here many times in the past, it always seemed like something special -- coming into his room.

The blonde followed behind me, his footsteps matching mine as we stepped further and further away from the door. I still could feel the excitement buzzing in my veins, like some form of unholy adrenaline. Why was I so excited?

It was like an unanswered question that plagued me every single time I went into Soren's room. A brusque knock on the head, reminding me that I wasn't exactly the best person. Or maybe it was something more ambiguous, indicating something else that I was still fully aware of.

Goddammit, (Y/N).

Keeping my eyes peeled, I squinted at every last detail, seeing if I remembered anything vivid. On the windowsill, I spotted his copious amount of plants that he kept in his room, for some odd reason, and near his bed, on a stand, hung his armor and his broadsword. These were just classic details to any guard's room, so nothing too exhilarating. But out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the newest edition to the small yet complex space.

"Oh, you got another grip for your sword?" I mentioned, curiously hovering over the object.

"Yup, the old one is still on it, but I need to change it soon. I plan on heading down to the blacksmith to get it re-gripped this week." Pressing my lips into a thin line, my eyes slightly widened in interest, head moving ever so gently up and down.

"I see."

And I'm just tryna play it cool now,
But that's not what I wanna do now

The more that I asked questions, the hotter my face and hands became. I was absolutely burning with a mawkish fervor. If someone had touched the surface of my skin, I was certain at that moment they would retract with a shout, a large, angry red welt present on where their hand had skimmed.

"So-" Soren interjected, clearing his throat and scratching his cheek, "what do you wanna do?" Taking a deep breath in, I tried so hard not to think any thoughts that I would regret in the future.

"U-Uhm," I stuttered, laughing under my breath, still really jittery, "Your call, really." Soren thought for a moment, his finger brushing against the bottom of his lip, eyebrows furrowed in total concentration.

"I guess we could just hand and talk," he murmured, piercing blue eyes looking into mine. My heart beat against my rib cage in a fast tempo, the thumping almost too much for me to handle. My cheeks flared with a pinkish hue, coating my usually nicely colored skin, turning it into the shade of a radish. Stammering again, we maintained eye contact for a few seconds before I peeled my gaze away to hurriedly direct my attention to something else.

"S-Sure." Still shaking a little, I waited for Soren to pat the spot next to him, a gesture to determine where I should sit. Making myself comfortable, my back leaned against the couch, relaxing as my head rolled halfway onto Soren's shoulder. The outer edges of our thighs touched, hands loosely resting on both of our laps.

"How are your classes going?" the blonde asked, sending a questioning glance my way, "The last time I saw you, you had nothing on your paper. Is it like an essay?" I nodded, a large sigh pushing through my mouth, exhaled into the atmosphere.

"Yeah, it's... it's getting there, at least. Last night I stayed up late to write the first and second paragraphs. Wasted a lot of paper." I smiled at the distant memory, the bottoms of my eyes wrinkling slightly. I didn't notice how Soren looked at me, small sparkles in his irises as if the whole universe had been unraveled.

"I wish I was as half as smart as you," he replied jokingly, winking. I hit his arm lightly, clicking my tongue in dissatisfaction.

"Don't say that!" I scolded, mouth puckered, "You're plenty smart already."

"Not as much as you, though."

But that's not what I wanna do now,

And I'm not tryna be with you now

"Soren, you're smart. That's final, okay?" With one more look at him and another pat, we ended the segment of our chat. The room was engulfed in silence, a pulling tension lingering in the air as a force begged for words to come out of my mouth. Nearly squirming in distress, I shifted upwards and sat up straight, my chest rising and falling with every breath. My eyes fluttered shut, mind entering a state of blissfulness. I could feel Soren's arm wrap around my shoulders and his hand carefully moved my head so would be more comfortable.

A little gust of wind blew out of my nose, touched by the caring action. We stayed like that for the rest of the evening, not talking, just appreciating the company provided by the latter. If our friendship was like this, why ruin it with some stupid love confession? We were already close enough.

Though something inside didn't really settle with that thought, and as a result, I woke up, completely disgruntled. The sunset I'd previously seen had switched it a pitch-black darkness, the moon twinkling just outside the window, stars illuminating the night sky with pictures of constellations and wondrous imagery.

Soren, on the other hand, was fast asleep, his head rolled onto mine, soft snores bubbling out of his throat. I tried moving, but noticed that one of my arms were sloppily strapped across his chest, and my other free hand was tightly grasped around his. My cheeks rosied up again, butterflies daring to fly out of my stomach.

I knew my feelings. I knew them so clearly, yet I couldn't bring myself to tell him. Was it a crush, or was it adoration?

"I love you, Soren," I murmured gently, seeing how the words would feel, dancing across my tongue ever so playfully. It felt good. It felt like I had something to hold onto, to love. With Soren's effortlessly fluffy blonde hair, his clear blue eyes, and endearing personality, he was everything I could have wished for. To be this close to him, to be this close to his heart was already a blessing enough.

It didn't matter that he wasn't the smartest, and it didn't matter that he wasn't the ideal type for some. Never in my life, or in the lives I might have lived, would I find someone like him. He was there for me since the beginning, he held me when I cried, and tried to help me when I got stuck. The most positive person I could have wished for, the one closest to me, but not only as a friend.

But I could be your crush, right

Throw you for a rush, right

Then I sensed movement.

"So you love me?" a voice chuckled. Immediately, I withdrew my hand, pulling my arms to my chest and burying my face in my two palms. Turning away from Soren, I felt a spike of adrenaline rushing through me. He was awake? This is bad.

I wanted to say something, but yet again, the words were just caught in my throat, and I had to swallow them down to avoid throwing up something totally unrelated.

"Did you mean it?" Soren prodded again, tilting his head so his face was directly in front of mine, "Hey, (Y/N)." I peeked through my fingers to see a beaming expression, eyes laced with hints of teasing. Sighing, I lowered my hands, gaze still stuck on my lap.

"Soren..." I hesitated, not sure what to say. "Look, I- you just- you weren't supposed to hear that." He cocked on eyebrow, the grin slowly being wiped off of his face.

"Why not?"

"It's just that-" I began, taking a deep breath, "I don't want to ruin the friendship we have with unrequited feelings."

"Who said they were unrequited?" My eyes shot open to two times their normal size as I whipped my head to look deliriously at the blonde sat next to me. Incoherent chokes crawled out of the base of my throat, nearly causing me to faint.

"You- you- you-" I stammered, my brain short-circuiting, "You like me? Actually?"

"No, I don't."

"Wha-"

"I love you." I spat out saliva, a spray flying to my left, nearly hitting Soren in the face.

"Oh God, that's so cheesy," I whined, my voice muffled by my hands clamped over my mouth, eyes squeezed shut tightly, "Soren, I-" The pads on my palms tingled as his slender fingers brushed over them, his lips gently pressing against the back of my hand. Soren put my hands on his cheeks, allowing me to feel the inner workings of his jaw as he smiled.

Hoping you would text me so I could tell you

I've been thinking about your touch like,

"I've been waiting for a long time, too." The sensation across my fingertips was extraordinary -- everywhere they seemed to grace across Soren's skin, the patches lit up with a burning sensation, like hot coals. Right now, I wasn't feeling anything, and it probably was because of the initial shock.

"You just confessed after I accidentally did. You love me, oh my God," I breathed, eyes glimmering with the soft moonlight that pierced the darkness spread across the room, "Me." Soren laughed again, that smile of his never fading away as he leaned in, forehead millimeters away from touching mine. Our eyes locked, his irises shining -- an unrelenting gaze that didn't want to tear away from mine.

"Yes, you." The blonde finally closed his eyes and kissed me, his body pressing against mine comfortably. It took a few seconds for the moment to load in my brain, but soon I blinked my eyes shut, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer to me.

Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch

The lip-on-lip action lasted for about a minute, soft, gentle smacks sounding as we moved slightly, Soren's hands taking the opportunity to slip themselves onto my waist, positioning me so that I was completely engulfed by him.

When I could see again, I was nearly on top of Soren. Somehow, in the dim moonlight I noticed how flushed his face was, and how flustered he seemed to be. Soren shook his head a few times, batting his eyes to clear out any inconsistencies that might have blurred his vision. I watched as his thumb swiped over his bottom lip, feeling the lasting effect of the small affection.

"I literally could not be happier right now," he commented, his expression unmoving, "I'm actually so happy." I giggled at his child-like manner, letting myself fall into his sweet enveloping arms, loving the warmth they spread while cradling me. My boyfriend pecked my forehead, placing a chaste kiss upon my eyelid, too.

I could be your

Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush

"You're amazing, Soren," I muttered, squeezing his hand. He just nodded.

"You too, babe." Babe.

Oh my heart.

"Let's go back to sleep," he quickly added to diffuse the situation, "We'll need some rest." Humming in agreement, I curled up on his chest, my limbs wrapped around his body like a koala. One of Soren's arms laid across my back, hand gently hanging over my hip, and the other supported my shoulders, keeping me steady on his chest.

"Goodnight baby," he murmured, the vibrations sent through his midsection zipping chills down my spine. He's already using pet names, I'm gonna die.

"Sweet dreams, Soren."