Hi yes imagine person A quietly smoothing person B's hair while they laze in bed for a rare off day nap and is at this moment that person A decides that they want this for the rest of they're life. Possibly followed up with a whispered "good gracious do I love you..." And a sleepy mumbled "love me sho much yoush should marry me" *mumbled into person A''s tum for added effect* and person A goin "yeah I should- hey B you wanna get married?" And now person B is very awake- FIN
listen,,, this is so cute I am going To Die. I can see this with future otayuri with 25yo!Yuri and 28yo!Otabek.
It’s 11 am on a Saturday morning and the sun is already shining through the window, casting shadows along the way.
Usually, Otabek would be back from his morning run by now, heading for a quick shower, while Yuri would be going through his stretching routine on the fluffy rug in the living room. But it’s one of their rare days off together and sleeping in once isn’t going to hurt anyone.
Otabek looks at Yuri’s face smushed against his chest as he continues to lazily run his fingers through the golden locks. Despite having outgrown Otabek by more than half a head, the younger has never grown out of curling up to Otabek and snuggling into his side. Old habits die hard, he supposes.
Yuri’s (now much larger) limbs are slightly crushing him, his hair is everywhere and he is drooling a little on Otabek’s shirt; but Yuri’s body pressed against his radiates warmth, his hair, now illuminated by the morning sun, makes him look even more beautiful, and the drool should be disgusting, but all Otabek can think is ‘cute’.
Otabek realises that if he were to pick a moment to live in forever, it would be this. His hand stops dead in its motions.
“Good gracious, do I love you,” Otabek whispers, barely an exhale.
Yuri stirs in his sleep. “Love me sho much you should marry me…“ he mumbles sleepily as he nuzzles his cheek against the other’s chest.
Otabek’s heart misses a beat. He isn’t sure if Yuri is fully aware of what he just suggested. If he’s even actually awake and not just sleep talking. But Otabek thinks about it for a second. They’ve been together for 7 years now and thinking about spending the rest together, like this, doesn’t sound so bad.
“Yeah, I should– hey Yuri, you wanna get married?”
The other’s eyes fly open and he scrambles to sit up, pushing his hair out of his face to stare at Otabek, suddenly not so asleep anymore.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Otabek replies gently, reaching out to tuck a stray lock behind his ear. “Do you want to?” He’s surprised to find that his voice is shaky.
“What kind of dumb qu– YES!” Yuri half-yells, jumping on top of his boyfriend. Otabek wonders if Yuri ever realised how big he has gotten as he suppresses a whimper.
Yuri pulls back from the crushing hug to look down at Otabek with sparkling eyes. “That was unromantic as shit, but that’s so you and I love you, so yes. Let’s,” Yuri says, bending down to press a soft kiss to Otabek’s lips. They both can feel the other smile into it.
Yuri pulls back again, just a bit, their foreheads still touching, breaths mingling, and eyes full of love. He’s happy. They’re happy. He smiles even wider.
“Let’s get married.”