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I'm doing the whole Cottagecore thing because somebody wanted it and honestly I just want an aesthetic for the house so👉👈

I just look outside the window feeling pretty bummed over how the protest went until you saw familiar trees pop up in your view. I perked myself up ready to be home but I was quite nervous for this man to see my house. You two kept quiet the whole ride because he just assumed you needed a break from talking and needed some real quiet.

I knew I was close to my house. Just a couple blocks more. I looked over at him in excitement and everytime it just still surprises you that this man wants to help. Maybe he wants something? Or maybe he really is just kind?

Just when you finish that thought you hear the motor stop. He looks at me with anticipation to get out of the car. I step out and look in my backpack for the keys. I start walking to my front door and unlock it.

Unfortunately, since he was quite tall and he hit his head on the many chimes you had on your porch. You laugh at him and walk in. When he finishes fucking around with your chimes he walks in. His eyes open wide as he looks around your house.

"You have a very interesting house" He says. "You don't like it?" You ask. "No no no Y/N I like it I think it's very cozy honestly" He says. Your house is full to the brim with plants. Filled with antique things you got from your great grandmother and other cute unknown shops.

The cookies you were working on have gonna stale since you left the tubberware open when you left. You sigh bummed out and sit down on your dark green couch that really matches well with the greenery in the house.

He sits down next to you and asks,"So is there anybody else that lives here like a boyfriend?" He asks. You look at him with confusion and say, "No? What makes you makes you think I have a boyfriend?", You say.

"Many things quite honestly. I was ready for some guy to come busting through that door the whole time. Guess I shouldn't judge a book by its cover", He retorts. You laugh and reply with, "Any guy I've been interested in has ran away."

"Why?", He asks. "I think I freak them out my willingness to commit. It's the hard part about being a hopeless romantic in hookup culture.", You say.
You feel his thumb and index finger squeeze your cheek. You put your hand up in defense of them."What the hell was that?", You react. "Sorry they just looked really squishy", He replies.

"Well thank you I guess", You answer. You lay your head back and feel his biceps against it. I would've said something if it didn't feel like the best thing for me rest my head on. I sighed but this time it was only to relax deeper into him. He was really comfortable.

I could tell he was slowly trying to put his arm around me without startling me. The butterflies in my stomach were going buck wild. I decided to move closer to him. I guess he was already pretty close because I only moved maybe and inch and our bodies were next to each other.

I decided to be brave since I made it this far and put my arm around his torso. His arm falls on to me wrap itself around me. I didn't even need a blanket. He was all I need for warmth. I fell asleep and it felt the best I had in years.

I'm almost never comfortable sleeping in bed and I would just sit there and look at memes till my eyes forcibly closed. I felt at peace for the first time this since this year started. Truth is I did have a boyfriend that I was with. We are no longing together obviously.

I was done with the petty comments on the way I looked at the world. The way I dressed. The way I thought I could make a difference. It was supposed to be only his way. His house. His car. His money. He made me depressed.

He wanted me to be completely his. "Mine". I couldn't tell anybody how many times he said that to me. People took it as endearing. Being controlled is so endearing I guess. My heart still cracked when I knew I had to leave him.

My heart desperately holding on to the memories of the old ways he used to treat me. That was a expectation but it was never received. God when I left him. It was like a storm. The way he was yelling.Crying. Throwing things at me.Crying again.

I closed my heart and got it in my car and listened to whatever shit was on the radio till I felt like I couldn't hear him anymore. I never really took the time be sad or angry at him after that. I know I should and I should let it all out but I just don't want to give anymore of myself to that lowlife waiter.

I felt a hand rubbing my arm. Slowly up and down. I look up and for whatever reason. He's still here. I thought he would've gone up and left me here. I would've understood to or at least act like it. I looked outside and there was still some light out. It looked like golden hour.

I get up and ask,"Have you had anything to eat at all today?" He nods his head no. "Okay then I'm going to make you something. It's the least I can do" You say to him. You look at him again and could tell by his bit of puffiness that he fell asleep too.

I decided to make miso ramen as I look at the selection of food to cook with. Go to my bag and take my phone out. Dead. I go to my room for a minute and put it on my charger. When I come back he was no longer sitting on the couch.

He was looking out at your small back yard and looking at the unblocked view of where you live. You smiled as it seemed that he enjoyed it. You check on the soup and start to prepare and cut the few vegtables in the soup.

I look up again and he was no longer there. I look behind me and he was sitting on the floor. I would guess waiting for the delicious smelling soul filling the first floor of my house. I put the vegetables in and smile at him.

I wait for them to heat up and get bowls ready for them. I pour us an equal amount of soup and put them on the small table in my living room. I know I have an actual dinner table but I love sitting the floor pillows I have.

He sits down with me. No complaints from him so far. He picks up his phone and takes a picture of his soup. "Is there something wrong with it?", You ask. "Not at all y/n. I love it. I smells so fucking good. Excuse my language", He says. I smile at his manners and watch him slurp down the soup.

I was barely started he was already half way finished. It feels so good to cook for someone and watching them love it. "Can I have seconds?", He asks. "Yes of course you can." You say with a chuckle. I watch him get up and run back to kitchen like a five year old. He's so cute.