#ty for the request milky!! <3 I'm slow at answering atm but I rll appreciate getting them u guys tysm

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

*sneaks into your asks* ok I’ve been having such bad SE brainrot, I just want to sit in his lap and play with his hair in silence as he grows sleepy. He looks so nice to nap with ;;; and his hair is so *grabby hands*

Oh no need to sneak in, bestie, the window door is wide open

fluffy tomato… soft,,,🥰

SE Saeran x gender neutral reader | Words: 809

It was quiet. A comfortable, peaceful silence had filled the air that day. Perhaps a little uncharacteristic for at least half of the occupants of this household, but it was… nice.

Saeran was a tired person, exhausted in every sense, and at times he would only have the energy to do little more than gaze at the sky with a faraway look in his eyes — mint eyes that no longer constantly bore such a sharp, saturated intensity but had seemingly faded to a watery blue-green that reminded you of the ocean.

One of the best aspects of this new home was the plethora of windows in comparison to the dark bunker underground. It had been your idea to position a sofa facing a particularly large one, and it warmed your heart to see him sitting here, tiny smile on his lips, blanket draped over his shoulders, watching the clouds lazily traverse the cool, light slate blue of the sky. A dim, white light spilled into the otherwise unlit room.

You noticed the lightest pattering on the glass and the ground outside; it was one of those wet autumn days where the sunlight barely peeked out from behind the cloud-filled sky and the grass and the earth was alive and the trees were truly breathing and the flowers outside each window frame looked rejuvenated, covered in gleaming pearls. There was a slight chill sneaking through the closed windows, hence the blanket (he was always cold), but you didn't mind and he didn't seem to either. If anything, it was refreshing.

You gazed at the man with a fond smile. You couldn't help but note how cosy he looked.

Slowly, not wanting to interrupt the quiet atmosphere, you paced across the room to stand directly behind him. He didn't respond but you knew he'd heard you. He always did. You placed one hand gently on his shoulder, feeling him tense slightly before immediately relaxing into your touch, knowing it was you. You moved your hand to rest in his vivid curls, and when he didn't resist, you took to combing your fingers through them, careful not to let them tangle too much.

His hair had always been a striking feature (strikingly beautiful), along with his eyes (piercing your soul), but over time it had grown out, healthy and red and so satisfyingly soft.

At first, he'd been far too exhausted to keep dyeing it as he had done in the past. That and in those earlier times, his brother was far too paranoid to let anything remotely, potentially dangerous into Saeran's vicinity (and for good reason, you had thought sadly).

Now, he keeps it this way by choice, because he likes how it feels. And even more, because you like it and he loves how it makes him feel when you pet and play with it, though he never admits this out loud.

He sighed contentedly as you stroked his soft locks and you could imagine the peaceful look on his face. He only turned his head to look at you when you unraveled your fingers from his hair to circle around the side of the couch, taking a seat by his side.

You nudged against him and tenderly placed the back of your hand on his knee, meeting his gaze. His eyes seemed to soften further as he gave you a small nod, as if knowing exactly what you wanted, and you carefully climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms and the folds of the large blanket around your frame, huddling you closer to his body, craving your warmth. You happily snuggled into his chest, swinging your legs onto the sofa and placing your feet by his side under the blanket. He was wearing a thick, knitted sweater and he smelled like autumn air.

He leaned his head down slightly and you returned one hand to his hair, feeling his breath on your wrist and the slow movements of his chest. It made you happy to know that your presence relaxed him so much, having met him as someone who was on high alert most of the time. The feeling was mutual, though he never understood why someone like him would make you feel safe and calm, like you did for him.

Nowadays there was ample opportunity to allow yourself to be vulnerable in his space, to remind him that he was not only loved but trusted. It confused him still, even after all this time, but he welcomed the feelings that came with knowing this.

No words were spoken, but you don't need them. Slowly but surely, his eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep, secure in the feeling of holding onto you. You are his sanctuary and he is yours. You feel the weight of drowsiness, and soon you too are sleeping soundly in his embrace.