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1.
when you confessed to horror, you honestly hadn't expected him to go deathly still. although horror never talked a lot, he was never quiet like this. his breaths were always heavier than anyone else's, not that he knew, his fingers would tap along any surface when he wasn't paying attention, and when he moved, his bones creaked. but right here, right now, absolutely none of that was present.
you wonder if you accidentally had killed horror or maybe he didn't know how to reject your confession so he was just considering his options of whether he should just run now. knowing him and your weak legs and low stamina, he would definitely outrun you. okay so maybe you shouldn't be thinking of the worst but right now you and horror have been frozen for like 2 minutes and if he's going to reject you, he might as well do it soon so you can go back home, cry to your cat and cuddle her with all the love you can't give to horror.
you chase away the thought, although cuddling with your cat would be nice, right now is a matter of life and death of your relationship of horror. now you're stalling, or maybe i'm stalling. either way, you decide that if this is the last time horror ever talks to you, you might as well hold horror's hand once.
so you do. you gingerly take his hand into your own and your grip is loose enough that if horror wants to pull away, he can. he doesn't. instead he lets out a shaky breath and curls his fingers around yours. to you, it seems like acceptance but you aren't quite sure yet so you wait. horror inhales deeply and then exhales and repeats a couple of times.
"i..." he says intelligently before closing his mouth.
you sheepishly smile, trying to ignore the sound of your heart beating ferociously, and ask, "can i kiss you?"
words are lost on horror at this point. instead he nods hesitantly, before doing it again with more certainty. the action gives you hope but your brain is scared so you settle on pressing a soft kiss on his hand. you hope he's not disappointed. yet when you look up, horror is happy and looking at you with adoration that you never quite noticed.
he then pulls you into a tight embrace, absolutely smothering you before whispering, "i like you too."
2.
you started to date horror and it was something that got you giddy every time you saw him. you cannot help it, really, whenever he entered your vision, it's like your brain just feeds you all the happy chemicals and you can't stop. you were absolutely floating as you skipped your way to horror's side.
you grabbed onto his sleeve unconsciously as you kissed his cheek. no matter how many times you do this, each time he stared at you in shock. so you kissed him again, just to solidify that this was not a dream and you loved him on purpose. it warmed horror in more ways that he imagined but he always cherished the feelings. held them close to his chest so that his soul could be enveloped with love and trust.
3.
somehow, one of the times you kissed was an accident. you had been petting cats together when you looked up and hadn't known that horror had been there. so your lips had brushed against his teeth. it was kind of weird, if you were honest, but not unwelcome. after all, you were dating a skeleton, you knew his kisses weren't going to be conventional.
still, horror had blushed so hard, you couldn't help but want to tease him. he even tried to hide his face in his hands but that barely hid anything and you both knew that. honestly, it was unfair at how cute he could be, really he appeared like a grizzly bear, but you knew deep down that he was more like a teddy bear.
"horror, can i see your face please?" you asked and got grunts in response. he did not take his hands off his face and you gently pried them off one by one. in retaliation, he put his hood on and you huffed in amusement.
"how will i kiss you if you hide?" your question got his attention as he looked up a bit with his red eye glowing in the shadow of his hood. you smile and grab the sides of the hood and pull him closer, planting a kiss on his teeth intentionally.
4.
horror moved in with you. he had been anxious about whether you wanted to live with him but you reassured him countless times that you would love to have him. his brother was especially supportive of this decision and eagerly helped deliver horror's stuff to your place. you thought his brother was lovely as well, which made horror quite happy.
as you lived together, you agreed to share a bed. horror had been worried he'd crush you in his sleep or something but those worries went away after the first night. he had hugged you until morning.
now, when the daylight streamed through the curtains and woke you up, you'd pressed a kiss onto horror's forehead and greeted him with a "good morning." Similarly, you ended your days with a goodnight kiss and let warmth wash over you.
5.
sometimes there were slow days where you don't feel like doing anything. the rain had stopped for hours now, but there were still droplets at the window and you can hear movement in the kitchen. the sound of a pot opened and something being stirred makes its way to your ears.
you stood, and walk into the kitchen, spotting horror who's slowly cooking dinner. you can't help but smile when you see him so peaceful. he turns, with the wooden cat spatula that you got for him last week.
and then he put the spatula down, his hands reached to cup your face. he cradled it like it's something precious and that it'll break if he's not careful. to be fair though, you know he has the power to absolutely wreck you, and maybe that's why he held you like you were fragile. that any more strength would kill the person he loves.
then, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and your cheeks warmed. although he doesn't mind physical affections, it's always you who initiated first. you're the one who surprised him by jumping into his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him so many smooches that he has to place a hand on your face to get you to stop.
still, that doesn't mean that this was an unwelcome surprise so as horror comes closer again, you meet him in the middle with a kiss on the lips this time.
"i love you," he whispered.