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gnitoki · 3 years ago

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i wanted to write something soft and self-indulgent with xyx because i'm a writer and i'm allowed to do lowkey self-inserts if i want to. if you can't write something for your brain's serotonin levels then what can you write for? loosely inspired by a high school musical marathon that reminded me just how adorable the can i have this dance scene is from the third one. also mixed with some of my own personal experiences for the vibes. enjoy some incredibly soft rom-com boyfriend xyx being his best romantic self on a rooftop garden.

Saturdays were, undoubtedly, one of your favourite days of the week. There was no going to work, nor was there the looming threat of further work in the oncoming day. It was the day to spend an extra hour in bed after staying up a little later than usual. It was the day to finally get around to whatever chores or tasks that needed doing. But, most importantly, it was also the day Xyx didn't have to go into the office, meaning the pair of you could plan almost anything at your disposal. Whether that be going out for an extravagant date or staying in with Cat, whatever the plans may be, you were guaranteed to spend the afternoon basking in the other's company. Today was no different, Xyx lounging in sweatpants and an old t-shirt with Cat sitting on his lap and your feet resting on either side of Cat. The morning had passed by slowly, nothing of note planned after the long week left you both feeling all kinds of drained and exhausted. All you needed was a peaceful day of doing nothing in the other's company.

Being early spring meant it was still that little bit too cold for some of Xyx's more adrenaline-boosting activities. So, naturally, you'd both agreed upon a comfy day at home in the warmth. Outside, clouds peppered the blue midday sky, stretching over the expanse of the city beyond your apartment windows. You and Xyx had moved into the apartment building recently, your first endeavour into living with one another since you started dating. It had been going well, the bliss of the relationship still glittering in the sheen of the new apartment. Each morning you woke up to Xyx's face blemished with the tiredness that the early hours brought with them, Cat laying by your feet curled up and content atop the blanket bought especially for them. There was no greater existence imaginable. Nor could you barely remember a time before the insatiable happiness that was being with Xyx. Even now, sitting in silence scrolling on your phones, perhaps speaking or laughing when one sends a funny tweet or video they saw to the other, brought about a distinct sense of bliss that was entirely unique and exclusive to the bond you both shared.

Xyx sighed heavily, his phone now on his lap as he threw his head back on the sofa, closing his eyes as he did so.

"You good over there, love?" You ask, looking up at the exasperation with which your boyfriend radiated.

"Yeah. Just bored."

Moving your legs from Xyx's lap, you shifted over to sit beside him, raising a hand to push his hair back from his forehead. "Oh, you poor baby. Whatever can I do to cure you of this ailment?"

"You joke but can we actually do something?" Xyx looked up, wide eyes and a slight pout in the hopes it's sway your decision further. Not that he really needed it, most of Xyx's requests were met with happy acceptance. But it was still sweet to see him try a little extra softness as a persuasive technique.

"Got something in mind?" You ask, watching his face light up as you nod. His answering grin sent a wave of wariness through you, memories of some of Xyx's past ideas flooding your mind. "Nothing dangerous or too wild, please. I'd rather not have to take a trip to the hospital this afternoon."

"You're no fun," Xyx teased as he gently moved Cat from his lap so that he could stand up, holding out a hand for you. "No hospitals, no injuries. Promise. Now, do you trust me?"

"Regrettably, yes," were your only words as you took Xyx's hands and followed him in his master plan to relieve himself of the boredom that had overcome him. Expecting him to lead you down to your car for a spontaneous trip out for food or to see a movie, you happily let Xyx take the lead. Though, much to your surprise, when the elevator approached and the two of you stepped in, Xyx chose a different course. Any questions were met with teasing remarks to wait and see because how could he ruin the surprise already? Entirely in character and aligned with his usual ways. Xyx being secretive like this typically meant he either had something in mind that where safety was an afterthought, not a concern, or he was planning something exceptionally sweet and romantic that felt like it was lifted from the pages of a romance novel. And, of course, he would never specify which option was about to take place, only deepening the apprehension. Though, even if the former were to come true, you knew deep down you'd never get bored with Xyx.

Eyeing Xyx with suspicion, you folded your arms across your chest. "Are you sure this isn't some plot to get rid of me so you get Cat all to yourself again?"

Xyx's laugh resonated in the elevator, its slow ascent soon approaching its destination. "No ulterior motives, doll. Although now that you mention it, maybe it's not a bad idea aft-hey!" He complained, recoiling from your playful, but strong, poke to his chest. Before you could dispute his claims, the elevator reached a stop and its doors opened, revealing an empty corridor save for a small set of stairs leading to a doorway at its peak. Xyx stepped out, gesturing for you to follow as he began to climb the stairs.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be up here? Doesn't that door lead out onto the roof?"

"If we get caught, it'll just make for the perfect action movie leap off the edge as we leap onto the building next door. Come on, I've got something to show you." Xyx held his hand out once more, his expression genuine and painted with a sincerity he often didn't let show unless the moment truly called for it. Recognising the urge within him, you accepted his hand once more and ascended the small staircase. Once at the top, Xyx instructs you to close your eyes to truly 'savour the surprise', as he put it. The doors open and a rush of cool spring air dances over your face. Your eyes remain closed as Xyx leads you out further into the gentle breeze that brushed the bare skin of your arms, suddenly making you very acute to the fact that perhaps your state of dress wasn't the most appropriate for fighting the elements. Still, there was no changing it now and Xyx certainly didn't care about the slight chill in the air.

"Okay. Now, open your eyes," he instructed from a few paces away, hands gesturing to the rooftop. Looking around, your eyes adjusted the light, uncovering a garden spread atop the roof of the apartment building. There was enough empty space to provide an expansive walkway between large plant beds, small trees and flowerpots. The breeze swept through leaves, sounds of rustling nature a complete juxtaposition from the distant sound of cars and people going about the city below. The clouds filtered the sun's light, casting a dulled film over the view.

"I didn't even know there was anything up here," you mused, taking a few absentminded steps, fingers lightly touching a nearby plant. A pair of arms slid around your waist, holding you tightly against Xyx's chest. "How did you know this was all up here?"

"Oh now come on, love, I could never divulge my secrets like that, could I?" His hands came to clasp onto yours, guiding you to turn around in his arms. "Now, the reason why I brought you up here." He released his hold on your hands and jogged toward the centre of the rooftop garden, sweeping an exaggerated curtsey.

"What on earth are you doing? Aren't the men supposed to bow anyway?" You laughed, watching his face twist in feigned offence.

"If a man wishes to curtsey, he may curtsey. Anyway, unimportant. Might I have this dance?" Xyx asked, waiting for you to accept the offer and join him on the makeshift dancefloor. Matching his dramatic curtsey, you moved closer, letting Xyx take the lead as he started to waltz atop the rooftop. His hand was firm on your waist, guiding you in clumsy steps about all the plants and greenery.

"Aren't you supposed to play music when you dance?" You asked, laughing as Xyx released his grip on your waist to twirl you around, pulling you in again closer; his hand returned to its spot on your waist, sliding ever so slightly lower to your hips.

He leaned in close, whispering in your ear. "Where's your imagination, doll? Close your eyes. It's a ballroom and we're dressed all fancy. All eyes on us, got it?"

Eyes now closed once more, you nodded, imagining the scene before opening your eyes to Xyx ever closer.

"Hi," you whispered, despite being the only ones around. Even now, his mere presence still sent an unshakeable fluttering through your stomach. His effect was near intoxicating. Hours could be spent lost inside his deep green eyes. Not without sufficient teasing, of course, but that was simply another of Xyx's charms and reasons why you adored him so. Your dance had become a gentle sway with no specific rhythm to it. You were simply two bodies basking in the other's presence under the clouded cover of the sky. Though the peace was soon shattered by a few droplets of rain splashing specks onto your faces. Looking up to the sky, it became very apparent there was far more where that came from. The previously pale grey had turned murky, permeating the sky in darkness. Raindrops fell heavier and faster, soon coating the light grey of the rooftop.

Xyx tipped his head back forward to gaze at you, an eyebrow raised. "Why not stop now, right, love?" And so you danced together in the rain, clothes and hair soon soaked through. Despite the cold sinking under your skin, there was no desire to shatter the sweet moment—a snapshot from a romance film you'd once watched together. Xyx held you in close, nose brushing yours as he smiled so deeply and genuinely. It was one of those smiles that assured you of all the emotions he so often kept hidden inside. Seeing him look so softly vulnerable spoke a thousand and one words, all directly pouring from Xyx's heart into yours through that iron-clad grip your gazes shared. He shifted his face ever closer, letting you close the gap between your rain decorated lips, the initial touch sparked by cold than soon dissipated into a shared warmth. Your hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck while Xyx's hands were firm on your lower back with zero intentions of letting you out into the cold rain anymore than you needed to be.

"Dancing and sharing a kiss in the rain? I do think we've checked two things off the bucket list there, love." Xyx mused, pressing his forehead to yours as he closed his eyes in contented bliss.

"I didn't realise you had a list," you commented, fingers absentmindedly threading in his hair.

"Only since I met you. Told you I'd gone soft, didn't I, doll?"

You leaned back inquisitively, eyeing Xyx with curious wonder. "What? So was moving in together on there or—?"

Xyx nodded, cheeks somehow turning red even under the cold atmosphere surrounding you both. It was almost as if you'd turned immune to its effect. "Among other things. Which I will be happy to share, in as much detail as you wish. But first, a hot shower is needed because if you're out here much longer that nose of yours is going to freeze off," Xyx stated, a finger gently flicking the tip of your nose, flushed and tender in the cold. Laughing under his teasing touch, the two of you made your way into the cover of the apartment building, adrenaline coursing through you both at the sheer memory of your rooftop tryst. Perhaps living with Xyx was going to be far more innocently romantic than you'd first expected.

#im goign yto cry /srs #im such a sucker for romamtic movied and cliches like this im going to burst

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