[sam's POV]
he looks so cute while he's sleeping. but i can't help myself to hold his hand, but i resist the urge. i try my best to redeem my own redemption to hold y/n's hand. i guarantee to myself that his hand is soft and just as warm as i imagine. should i hold it?.. it's like a constant battlefield with soldiers fighting and rescuing themselves from their own tribes. i stretch out my arm, my hand above his in the cool air, sensing small particles flying around invisibly, only in my head. i can also feel butterflies floating in my stomach. i'm so engrossed by this beautiful boy, sleeping next to me.
his gentle snores, and subtle breaths, his chest heaving up and down as i glance down at him. he looks so adorable, while he's sleeping peacefully, without a thought on his mind. the battleground from my imaginary world finally stands on the filthy terrain, and combat the enemies within on the land. yet, i don't even dare trying to hold his hand for now. awaiting for him to enter the deeper stage of sleeping, i hear his warm, heavy breaths of snores exit outside of his chest. i let my imagination unwrap sympathetically, taking his hand into mine slowly.
he shifts swooned, in a proper comfortable position. the tv still runs on, the ending credits rolling out on the screen, taking a glance at it, before my gaze moves back to y/n. i decide closing off the tv, so he sleeps more irenically, clicking the red button the corner atop of the remote. the battlefield defeating the monstrous enemies, i finally reach my hand out fully, holding his hand better. feeling my eyes becoming heavy, they part closed, falling asleep next to him.
[your POV]
i move unconsciously in my own self made position on the bed, my eyes fully closed, sleeping deeply, lied down in his bed. i then move slightly uncontrollably to a better position now on, faintly wrapping my arms around sam's back, with a leg up in the air resting on his leg. my hands then shift unconsciously to a lower part of his body, down to his torso. i bop my head to the side, next to his chest, almost nudging into it. my arms are fully wrapped around his torso, dreaming successfully about me and him holding each other, rotting melted in our hug. i escape a big, raspy snore in my deep sleep dreamingly.
[time skip]
when i finally wake up from the slumber, i notice having my arms around sam's waist, and my head burrowed into his neck, under his warm breath whispering above my head. i reach my hand out to tap him, shaking him awake. as i stir him awaken, he rubs his face shrilly, the phenomena of him being tired and all ticklish. he groans heavily, his fingers rubbing against his eyes. he almost bangs his head against the thin wall, sitting up in bed. "good morning handsome.." he speaks groggily and tiredly, also unawarely that he's still weary, opening his eyes to take a glimpse of me. i blush lightly a little bit at his comment, calling me handsome, causing for a small smile looming on my face amatory.
"..morning" i utter back, just as groggy as he is. i drag my hands over my face, pulling it down covering it with my hands, pinching it slightly. "you wanna get out of bed?" i deliver him a question, wondering if he wants to hop off bed and eat something. although, i don't feel like fully eating. "yeah sure, i'll take the bathroom for a bit." he almost slips out of his own words, jumping out of bed and walking over to the bathroom. after a few minutes of just staring at the sheer nothingness, smiling with sarcasm at the wall nonetheless, i hear sam head outside of the bathroom, heading to his bedroom.
now it's my moment making my way to their bathroom of their house, brushing my teeth thorny. i step outside of the bathroom, running downstairs to their commodious kitchen. i take the ingredients out for making some pancakes, baked powder, sugar, flour, salt and other especial ingredients. i conjoin them in a medium-sized bowl, welling it up in the center, adding the wet ingredients and start mixing them with a random mixer left over on the counter. it seems pretty niche and clean. i then start pouring the batter into the oiled pan. after so, i cook it until small bubbles start popping up in the pan, and flipping the pale pancakes over and over, until they're ready.
that being said and done, i finish flipping them in the pan, then taking out some plates from their cupboard right slightly above me, closing it after. i place the plates onto the counter, then plopping the burning pancakes on them. the scent radiates heat from the pancakes, a freshly bland flavor. not being so careful, i touch the pancakes atop them, almost flaming my finger, then agitating it in the cool air blaring into the house.
"be careful over there dude, you don't wanna burn yourself." sam comes along into the kitchen, exclaiming his statement, glaring upon me. "don't you worry, i'm careful." i sneer at him slyly but fortunately, not being upset with him at all. i just pester him playfully. then, out of my surprise, a tiny smile appears onto his lips, hearing his quiet, low laugh. "you're quite you're own kind of guy, you know that?" he smiles brightly at me, his smile kindling beamingly. i turn around to face him, venerating his small, bent grin enlarging against his lips. "hey, here's breakfast if you wanna eat. i'll eat later, i'm not that hungry." i murmur limply. "you sure?" he claims to ask me in his sleepy voice.
"yeah." i exclaim, with such a profound but prideful breath descending outside of my body.
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