They Belong Together [dreamnotfound]

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A year and a half. Five hundred and forty seven days. All the iconic moments in a new office, the room I've slept in when I came here for the first time.

The Stone and The Shell laid next to each other on a chest of drawers next to our picture. The picture, taken in a park, shows him, his eyes closed, pressing his lips and his nose to my cheek and me smiling, some trees in the background.

“Okay, I'll put these on the second one.” He said and raised his arm placing a cup on the second shelf.

“No, put it on the first one.” I said and placed my hand on his arm to stop him.

“Why–” He asked and then stopped himself with a loud, whistle like, wheeze. “Ha!” He laughed and almost suffocated, making high pitched noises.

I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh while he tried to collect himself. With another cough he tried to talk. “Oh, okay,” He said and laughed again, soft high pitched laugh. “How much- can you reach the second one?”

I kept silent for a moment. “Barely.”

He laughed again and moved the cup from the second to the first shelf and turned around again. “Okay, I'll put the cups and the glasses on the first and then plates and stuff on the second alright?”

I nodded and he tried not to laugh again but soon failed, pulling me in his arms. “You're so small!”

“I hate you so much.” My voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt and another high pitched wheeze filled the room.

~~~~~

“Patches. Come on.” He said, sitting criss cross on the floor, making vague movements with his hands.

“Patches? Come.” I said smiling and looked at Dream then back at the cat.

Patches stood in the middle of the room, turning her head left and right. I was sitting left of her, Dream on the other side, gesturing to her with his hands. Cat with two choices, what will she do?

“Patches, come on!” Dream whispered and she turned her head left and right looking at him then at me then back at me.

“Patches? come,” I said and spread my arms. “C'mon.” I watched as she carefully examined both of us and then made graceful moves towards me.

“Yes!” I laughed and looked at Dream whose mouth fell open, my hands in the soft fur.

“I'm really disappointed in you Patches.” He said quietly and I laughed, petting the silky spot behind her ears.

“She loves me more!” I yelled playfully and Dream gasped offended.

“How dare you?” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I'm heartbroken.” He said and by this time I had to hold my stomach from laughing.

He scooted closer and I watched in shock as his hand moved to my waist and my side tickling me. “No, stop—” I laughed and tried to grab his wrists. “Dream—”

Soon, I was on the ground and he stopped and pinned me to the floor holding my wrists.

I tried to slow down my breathing but with every second staring at his eyes, my breath grew shorter and quicker.

He smiled and soon his lips were on mine and he released my wrists, letting my fingers get lost in his hair.

I deepen the kiss and push him to the side, turning us around, making him the one on the floor.

He opens his eyes in surprise and raises his brows and I laugh kissing him again. “Is that so?” He asks and I nod my head smiling smugly.

“I don't think so, pretty boy.” He says and I feel my cheeks fluster when soon I'm on my back again and we turned around again. He presses his lips back on mine and my hands climb from his shoulder to his neck.

“No.” I break the kiss panting, smiling and soon push him to the side again, leaving him on the floor. His soft lips are on mine again and I hear him exhale shakily before I'm pushed to the floor.

“No.” He answers and smiles before placing a series of kisses down my neck.
I smile and feel my whole body light on fire. “Oh is that so?” I ask and he bites his lips. “Maybe.”

“Wait- wait, we're gonna hit something.” I say laughing and he stands up and stretches out his arm. My hand in his, he pulls me up and pushes me against the wall. “Maybe?”

His voice dangerously low, he smiles. “Maybe.”

~~~~~

Almost two years. Seven hundred and fourteen days. All the memories. All the time spent together. Everything. Every second just being near him, being with him. His arms around me and that special smile on his face. That special shine in his eyes.

The moon shining bright, and the ocean deep enough. The stars writing our story. The sky holding our memories.

My heart was beating faster than ever as I slowly untangled myself from his embrace and tip toed out of the room to make everything ready.

I remembered our conversation from yesterday and the place we're going today or... tonight, to be more precise.

A smile rose on my face as he walked out of the bathroom and I walked up to him but he stopped me and held my wrist.

“What?” I asked, furrowing my brows.

“I am deeply offended George.” He said and tilted his head. “I haven't received my morning kiss.”

He said and I smiled before leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek and he kissed my forehead before pitting his arms around me.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“Why didn't I get my kiss?”

He asked and I laughed.

“I forgot.”

“Mmmm” He mumbled and placed a kiss on my head and I bit the inside of my cheek.

Shit.
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Hello!

Gentle reminder to drink water, eat a snack or take your medicine if you need to

I wish you a nice day/night!

– Indie

[love how we got from 1400+ words to barely 1000 shwjrkdhh school is really fucking me up]