As Long As Youâll Have Me ~ Dwayne Robertson
CW:shameless fluff, Dwayne being a romantic
Tagging: @collieflower215 @sophie-i-guess13 @juneberrie
Additional notes: This was written based on a scenario I sent Liz, who is now preparing to write for The Mighty Ducks over on her page
This is x gender neutral reader!
âWell, Iâm goinâ to bed,â Dwayneâs grandfather announced, standing up slowly.
âNot too much fun,â his mother warned, following her father inside the house.
The Texan night was suddenly quiet, peaceful in the arms of Dwayne. His family had all gone inside. Voices chattered distantly inside the house but it all seemed to be miles away.
You watched as the flames of the campfire danced. Red and yellow ribbons of scalding heat intertwine while sparks jump and dance. It swayed in the wind and a shiver ran up your spine. Dwayne pulled you closer.
âThey like you,â he said suddenly. You looked up at him from your headâs place on his shoulder.
âYeah?â You questioned. He nodded, smiling proudly.
He rested his forehead against yourâs and gripped your hands a little tighter. Crickets chirped all around you, buzzing excitedly. Texas was nice, you had learned.
âMama likes you especially,â he chuckled. This made you smile. âHasnât stopped talkinâ about you since she met you.â
Dwayneâs mom was a wonderful woman, small and curvy with flaming red hair and blue eyes. She was kind and gentle, but good at being tough when itâs needed. Sheâs the one who raised Dwayne to be so respectful. The minute you had been introduced it was as if sheâd known you for years.
Dwayne went quiet for a moment. His thumbs brushed across the skin that covered your hands. All you could feel and see was him. You liked it better that way, anyhow.
He kissed your knuckles quietly, seeming to be in deep thought.
âYou thinking about something?â You asked. He just hummed in response. Then Dwayne took a deep breath and looked up at you. His dark eyes lit up against the fire.
âYou love me?â He asked. This was a common question. Most of the time he asked it just to hear you say you loved him. This time, however, it seemed different.
âOf course I do,â you replied. You missed not a single beat, having heard the question before, before adding, âwhy?â
Dwayne shook his head, shrugging. His brown eyes gazed deeply into yourâs. He smiled and placed a kiss to your lips. Then he kissed you again and again. Again and again and again. Thatâs how it always was, how it always would be. A change in state wouldnât make it any different. He loved you just the same.
When he pulled away, you were met with his red face. It wasnât from the fire, either. Dwayneâs face got red when he was nervous. But what did he have to be nervous about?
âI got this for our one year,â he chuckled awkwardly, âbut I dunno if I can wait that long.â
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black box. You felt your heart ram against your ribcage, knowing full well what was inside.
He opened it up and grabbed what sat inside. He fumbled with his hands before grabbing yourâs. On your finger he slipped a simple, silver band. The cold metal hit your skin. Dwayne flipped your hand over, kissing you palm.
âWhatâs this?â You asked. Maybe that was all you could say. Dwayne took in a sharp breath and looked back up at you.
âLike I said, this was supposed to be for our one year.â The words came out as a chuckle. But then he paused, silent for a moment. âBut I couldnât wait that long âcause I keep fallin in love with you more every day.â
He scooted closer to you, his hands holding yourâs gently. Dwayne stared at you with eyes like you had never seen. He looked at you with eyes that made you think that there was something worth seeing.
âPeople have said that first loves donât really last but I donât think Iâll ever meet someone who makes me feel what you do. And now that I think about it, Iâm pretty sure I wanted to love you. You made me feelâŠwarm. I liked that.â You sucked in a breath sharply.
âI never loved you on accident,â he whispered, voice suddenly dropping.â
He pressed his forehead against yourâs once more. Your breathing had become uneven, ragged. Maybe it was due to the tears that threatened to well up in your eyes. Maybe it was the way your heart was about to jump out of your chest. Maybe it was just him.
âWhenâd you get to romantic?â You asked quietly, weakly. Dwayne chuckled and you followed along.
You pulled your hands away from his to observe the ring closely. You slipped it off your finger. It was simple, a silver band. But on the inside of the ring there was an engraving. It read:
âNo matter where, no matter when.â
You smiled down at your ring. Dwayne caressed your cheek with his hand and pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet, genuine. This kiss didnât have the fun, playful feeling like others always did. This one was deep, harder even. It said everything that couldnât be spoken.
âI love you,â you whispered. It made no sense for anyone else to hear it. As long he knew, you would be okay. Dwayne smiled, kissing you in reply.
âIâll be yourâs as long as youâll have me.â
And he kept staring at you. His gaze never budged. And maybe thatâs why you swore to never let him go. There was a sky full of stars, and he was staring at you.
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