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Heathcliff Cuddling HCs
A/N: Don't mind me, I wrote this to show my friend how she can write cuddling hcs as well (I'm a bit rusty from not writing hcs in so long though,,,) (also forgot how to format this stuff grghrhr)
also unedited unfortunately

Heathcliff is unusually and uncharacteristically timid when the two first start sleeping in the same bed.
For someone who acted very brash and abrasive upon your first meeting, as well as someone who acted exactly like that for the entirety of the time you knew him, you were expecting him to act all arrogant and cocky the moment he got into bed with you... not for him to hide his face in his hands due to how flustered he was.
For the first few nights, he doesn't dare touch you. The most "cuddling" you get is his hand hovering over your body before he retracts it back to his side and turns his back towards you, embarrassed.
The following nights are only slightly better. He's timid as he asks if he can hold your hand, struggling with the words as he tries to get the question out. When you accept, he's beyond overjoyed as if what you agreed to was marrying him instead of holding hands while the two of you slept.
It's only then that the distance between the two of you slowly closes. You initially allowed him to take charge — if you could even call it that — for a different reason, but now it was so that he set his own pace and was comfortable with your arrangement.
The closest you get during this time is the two of you facing one another in your sleep, your hands being held in both of his as he played with your fingers to lull himself to sleep, when the defeat of the pallid whale changes your dynamic once more.
The signs had already been there, but now they're amplified by a thousand. The anxiety on his face was so obvious to see and he closed himself off once more, the difference between now and before being that he felt much more distant now. But at the same time, he didn't feel that distant.
Only during the late hours and only when he was sure that you were asleep did you hear him shuffle in bed before pressing against your back. You could feel the small tremors all over his body as he hid his face in your back and breathed in your scent. He never did anything more than that, as if all that he was doing was a way to calm his nerves for whatever fate awaited him. Whether doing that much was enough to calm him down properly, you weren't sure, but you didn't want to bring it up during a conversation and scare him away from doing the one thing that brought him comfort.
The following days are tense, the nights even more so. All of it seemed to bubble up until violently breaking out of the container they were held up in, followed by those feelings being let out properly later on. Heathcliff came out of it not with happiness but instead resolution glimmering inside his eyes.
He had changed for the positive, you were sure of it, yet you were ill-prepared for the nights that you'd be spending with him from then on.
Just on the first night after you left the mansion behind, Heathcliff doesn't hesitate to envelop you in his arms the moment you lie down on the bed. He holds you tightly against his chest as if you're something— someone precious that he can't afford to lose, he holds you as if that's where you belong right there in his arms.
Though as far as either of you are concerned, it may as well be.
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we struggled so bad with this one </3 worth it tho
Collab with @yuri678
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"And things have learnt to walk ,that ought to crowl"
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Looking for a lost dream
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Oh, I hear your heart beating even faster now than mine Now you know just what I mean So take your place among those twilight gleaming rivers that you read Give me reasons to believe
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