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TYLER JOSEPH.
There's so many reasons why I love Y/N. Her soft (Y/H/C) hair her beautiful
(Y/E/C) eyes, her radiant smile. She's perfect.
Especially when I wake up next to her. I look at her from my side of the bed, my left arm still under her from snuggling last night, but her back is now turned to me.
I examine her every detail, the way her hair is slightly frizzy from sleeping. The way her back is curved perfectly and comfortably on the bed. She's beautiful.
I pick myself up a tiny bit to where I'm leaning on my elbow and I look at her face from the side. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is gaped slightly. She looks so peaceful.
I carefully wrap myself around her, hoping to not wake her. I wrap my right arm around her frame. My chest pressed against her back, allowing me be able to level my breathing with hers.
I lean my head on her shoulder, our cheeks touching. Her body heat radiates from her, which only brings a smile to my face.
I kiss her on the cheek slightly, and then on the shoulder. She starts to stir a little so I lift my head, freezing in place as if that'll help her not wake.
She looks so peaceful.
She takes a deep breath, which helps me realize she's waking up. I smile slightly, before pressing her closer with my arm.
"Mm, good morning." She says, blinking her eyes open and smiling. I give her a big cheeky grin, as I stare down at her.
"Good morning, love." I whisper, bringing my face closer to kiss her.
She kisses before quickly pulling away and putting her hand to her mouth.
"I have to brush my teeth. My breath probably stinks." She sighs, and I chuckle a bit.
"I don't mind," I mutter, "I probably should too." I reply. I hesitantly let her go.
She gives me a little smile before slipping out of the sheets and walking into the bathroom across from the bed.
I watch as she tiredly climbs out, her panties showing ever so slightly before she grabs my shirt, that she decided to wear to bed, and pulls them down to cover them.
I smile to myself, as she walks into the bathroom across from the bed.
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Just some random stuff I come up with when I'm sorta stuck on my Blurryface book and I need some sort of break. Yes, I write when I take breaks from writing. I'm not sorry I'm like that.
deal with it.