#ranboo fluff

[disturbed-and-depressed]

Ranboo: What does “take out” mean?

Philza: Food.

Y/n: Dating.

Technoblade: Murder.

Tommy: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

[satansmanger]

'Who did you go to sneegs wedding with?'

Contains: P! Scott smajor, Ranboo, Wilbur soot, Dadza,mumza,Jschlatt

Scott

You and Scott are both pretty popular Mc content creators and Some of sneegs friends.

You and Scott being the 'Star Duo' You decided to go with him.

Scott did you make up and made you look STUNNING!

You both got matching outfits.

Ranboo

Your boyfriend Ranboo is a pretty well known content creator.

So when he got invited to Mr. Snags wedding he ask to take you

Sneeg being the greatest man ever said yes.

Ranboo painted your nails and you painted his

They both came a shitty cause you guys decided it would be smart to do them at the same time as each other.

Mr. Boo chose your outfit and you chose his

You both had the best night of your life.

Wilbur

Your quite know to Wilbur's audience.

So you both got individual invitations as a joke

So Utah.

Philza and Kristen

You begged to go with them, even though you got you own invite.

Mumza did your makeup and got you outfit

While Dadza told you this will be the last time you drink.

Your 18

Phil said that it's 21 and older to drink in the us

You said that was bull shit

On the flight you fell asleep on Kristen.

And at sneegs wedding you tried to drink but Phil and Kristen stopped you.

Schlatt

The biggest alcoholic and his S/o

Oh Lord this was a crazy day

Connor and schlatt fake kissed for a photo.

You and schlatt dedicated a whole 30 minutes to seeing who could chug 3 beers the fastest. (That crazy bitch won)

He fed you taco bell

You two fast danced to lancers theme.

During the Dance Sneeg put his tie on his head schlatt tied his to your head than gave you a kiss on the cheek.

[stuck-in-a-ditch]

WHY DOES HE GET TO BE SO BEAUTIFUL THIS BITCH STOLE MY GENDER AND MY DAMN BREATH-

CUZ I AM GOBSMACKED RN

[peachy-tea-anon]

I've noticed a lack of ranboo x reader in this world and as he's my fave I thought I'd request something with him <3

I was hoping to get a super fluffy sickfic with lots of comfort if possible <3

“𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞“

a ranboo x gn!reader sick fic

a/n: absolutely!!! i have a finished ranboo x reader fic in my drafts, i think im just gonna write a ton of fics tonight and pace them out, but i'd be happy to write this, i love sick fics. sorry if this one is a bit rushed, but i hope you enjoy, and remember: stay peachy🍑

you felt like shit, to say the least.

your fever was high, but you felt so cold. you were incredibly congested, nose dripping, and you had a headache. you could barely move. you needed to do something.

so you called your boyfriend.

okay, okay, it sounds cliche. but he was the only person you could think of.

your shaky, weak hands dialed his number.

ring

ring

"...hey! what's up?"

"hey, what are ya doin?"

"just out with tommy and tubbo, are you okay? you sound sick."

"i am, i feel terrible. well, ill leave you to hang out with tommy and tubbo, i love yo-"

"im coming over."

"no, hang out with tommy and tubbo, don't worry-"

"im. coming. over."

before you can say anything, he hung up.

not much longer, and hes letting himself in.

"y/n?"

"in here" you say shakily, letting out a small cough.

he walks and and immediately rushes to your aid.

"don't get close, i don't want you to get sick."

"i don't care, my gremlin needs help, i help."

you giggle at the nickname, and he pulls you in for a hug.

"so," he claps. "i bought juice, crackers, ginger ale, cold medicine, ibuprofen, teddy grahams, and gummy worms. those are for me."

"thank you ranboo, you really didn't have to do all this"

"but i wanted to." he looks at you with a lovesick smile. even with a runny nose, you would always be perfect in his eyes.

he goes the full 9 yards, he draws you a bath, he makes you soup, and he cuddles you until you fall asleep.

what you don't know, is while you were asleep, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

"i love you"

"you're my angel"

"you make me so happy"

"there isn't a thought that crosses my mind that isn't about you"

"how did i get so lucky?"

when you woke up in the middle of the night coughing, he gave you cough drops.

when you said your muscles hurt, he would massage you.

he took such good care of you, and he never left your side until you felt better.

he was amazing, and you were lucky to have him.

he was yours.

and you were his.

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[isadora-larkspur]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do prompt NO. 31 with cc!ranboo :)) 🌙💌

❝ 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 ❞ | 𝔠𝔠!𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔟𝔬𝔬 𝔵 𝔤𝔫! 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

❥ prompt : “it looks good on you" no. 32 from this prompt list

❥ request : oops sorry i just sent a request!! i meant to say prompt NO. 32 sorry [cry] 🤕

❥ A/N : thanks for the request, hope you enjoy this fic i made ! i am so sorry on how long it's taking me to reply to these requests pls

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“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked Ranboo as I opened the door and made my way to his bed, phone in hand. I plopped down on the edge of his bed, my eyes still glued to my phone. I felt my hands roam the soft blanket, the surface cool and extremely comforting.

“Uh– I’m-I’m streaming…” He trailed off. My eyes widened. My head snapped up towards his desk where his set up was, seeing myself on his stream as he had his facecam on. I hesitantly raised a hand and awkwardly waved at chat.

“H-hi chat?” I said, the statement sounding more of a question. I frantically looked at Ranboo, having completely no idea on what to do. His shoulders heaved up as he sucked in a breath. He turned his unicorn gaming chair back towards the camera.

“So… chat… meet my s/o,” He said. I felt my cheeks flush, smiling and looking down at my lap. I heard Ranboo let out a small laugh, continuing to explain to chat as to who I was. “So uh–yeah! This is my s/o, they are very very nice and cool and I love them–” He said as his head whipped back towards me. “Wait, is that my shirt?” He asked, cutting himself off. I glanced down towards the baggy floral Hawaiian shirt I was wearing. I smiled sheepishly, shrugging a little before saying a tiny ‘yeah’.

He paused, I could almost picture him blushing even with the glasses and mask on. “It looks good on you,” He said. Now this time it was my turn to blush, the red creeping up my neck. We sat staring at each other for a few moments before Ranboo spoke up. “AnYwAY–” Ranboo said and I burst out laughing.

[thefanficmonster]

Soulmates

Ranboo & Wilbur’s Sister!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFF, Platonic Fluff, CUTENESS, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Few of the many highlights of Ranboo’s trip to UK where him and Wilbur’s sister Y/N meet in person for the first time.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🤗 Hope this is your best one yet and I hope you spend it marvelously with people you love. Have fun on your special day and save me a slice of cake 😉 I hope you like my birthday gift for you! Wish you a long life full of success and happiness 🌺 Lots of love, Vy ❤

The day Y/N mistakably wandered into Wilbur’s recording room, assuming he wasn’t streaming, to complain about her then-boyfriend who had pissed her the hell off should be written down in history.

Because that’s the day Y/N met Ranboo. That’s the day Tommy and Wilbur knew that a beast of a friendship has been kindled.

Oh, if only they knew that their terminology didn’t even scratch the surface.

A few months of daily texting, video chats and calls between him and Y/N, much to the surprise of both his friends, Ranboo called them one beautiful grey morning, asking for one of them to haul ass as soon as possible and pick him up from the airport.

Y/N, who overheard the call because of how loud the boy had to yell to outshout the wind howling outside, took the ‘as soon as possible’ part super seriously, therefore ushering her brother into the car, speeding a little over the speed limit - with thankfully no repercussions - towards what turned out to be the best weekend of her entire life. Now, eighteen years might not be a long time, but if we consider what memories of these past eighteen years will stick out in her memory in the future eighteen years, this weekend will definitely be at the top.

Little did she know at the time that the same would apply for Ranboo, but also for the people who watched the vlogs Tommy and Wilbur shot while touring their friend around the beauty of London and Brighton - sights he saw so little of considering his eyes were so transfixed on the girl who he found to be his literal soulmate.

Allow me to give you a few examples in chronological order.

The Airport, Friday 29.04.2022, 10:30 AM

You know those moments in rom-coms when one character meets the other at the airport after being apart for what to them felt like an eternity? Ok, now imagine that exact thing but between two friends. Got the mental image? If not, don’t worry, I’ll describe it to you.

Wilbur has barely parks the car when Y/N leaps out of the backseat, scaring the driver and Tommy, who is in the passenger seat senseless. Her brother has every intention of scolding her when he too gets out of the car but is stopped by what he sees - the wholesomeness of the scene in front of him.

Just like in those cheesy movies, Ranboo has abandoned his luggage to catch the excited girl, locking her in his embrace as he spins her around, provoking a fit of giggles from her as she holds onto him for dear life.

Only once he’s set her down the height difference becomes explicitly visible, standing at a foot and then some, forcing Y/N to crane her neck every time she tries to look the boy in the eyes.

“So, if I run at you at max speed, I’ll get the same treatment?“ Being the last to emerge from the vehicle, Tommy calls out to Ranboo from afar, as if giving himself time and space to pick up speed if he gets an affirmative answer.

“Don’t even think about it!“ Ranboo sticks out the arm that isn’t wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders to signal for Tommy to not pull a stunt like that, “Special treatment for special people.“

“Oh you...“ The blond starts but is cut off by the second tree-of-a-man present.

“Let it go, Tommy. At least you’re not the luggage boy.“ He hisses, turning his gaze at his sister and her new best friend as he picks up the aforementioned abandoned luggage.

Neither of them notice though, both turned to one another as they’ve already started a random conversation. That’s how the other two Brits immediately know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend for all parties involved...

The Soot Home, Friday 29.04.2022, 09:00 PM

The plan was to watch a movie before Tommy has to go home for the night despite being invited to stay over countless times. Yes, that was the plan. However, what this night inevitably turned into is a recreation of the moment in the cinema when a couple of people sitting close to you just keep chatting, albeit in hushed whispers, it’s still distracting.

In Ranboo and Y/N’s defense, though, the movie is hella boring. Even Wilbur and Tommy started drifting off about half an hour into it but still, as the oldest of the bunch, the first-born Soot frequently felt the need to shush his sister and his friend, more as to not wake up the sleeping Tommy than for him to be able to hear the dialog in the movie.

But, as you could probably imagine, the warning has effect for about two minutes before the two break out in chatter.

“Ok, with the speed we’re going at we’ll find solutions to all the world’s problems. But before we stray that far, tell me: what places do you wanna visit specifically?“ Y/N asks the American who, unbeknownst to her, is having a really hard time registering her words because of how awed he is by her accent. It’s far from his first time being faced with the charm of Brits, but man, yours is on a whole new level.

That’s why he takes a moment or two to respond, pretending he’s thinking up an answer when in reality he’s picking up the fragments of what he did hear you say, trying to fit them together to form what is it you probably said, “Um...well, wherever you think it’s a worthy place to take me to I’m all cool with.” He follows that up with an unspoken: “As long as you’re the tour guide, I’ll be happy anywhere.”

Y/N bites her lip, gaze growing a bit unfocused as if she’s racking through her memories to find a place she thinks is worth a visit and a place he’d also enjoy visiting.

Before she can think any better of it, she blurts out: “My favorite place in London is the pier my the bridge. The actual bridge is pretty nice, but I love the pier, you can see the cutest sailboats and, if the weather is gloomy - which it always is - in the late afternoon, they turn on the decorative lights. I’m telling you, you’ve never seen a prettier sight.” She pauses for a second to catch her breath and put her gushing on hold for the purpose of realism, “But it’ll probably be too windy so...”

“So that’s where we’re going. Wind be damned.“ Ranboo says without missing a beat, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles fondly at this bubbly girl who’s currently exhibiting the most innocent and child-like joy with her sparkling eyes and the grin on her face. 

She straightens in her seat, enough to be able to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The pier will need to take the second place on the list of things worthy of Ranboo’s attention tomorrow. In fact, that will be the last thing he’s looking at if Y/N will be this happy all throughout the journey.

Her smile, her happiness - it’s a sight he doesn’t want to leave without embedding into his brain first.

The following morning...

“So much for going home.“ Wilbur says to Tommy who’s just awoken from his spot on the floor where they’d littered a bunch of pillows for him to be comfortable while watching the movie the night before.

He too had dozed off on the couch, somewhere near the hour mark of the movie so he hadn’t thought to wake up his friend, nor had he noticed the other two cuddled up eighteen-year-olds on the opposite end of the couch who too had fallen asleep, just significantly later than the other two.

With a single conspiratorial smile exchanged between the two blondes, the taller one goes and grabs a polaroid camera - gifted to him by Y/N - and snaps a picture of the two slumbering friends.

Project ‘Memories in the making’ has commenced.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 12:30 PM

“Before you go and make fun of out hair in the comments just know that this entire expedition was Y/N’s idea! Y/N!“ Tommy, whose arm is already starting to go sore from holding his camera up vlogger style, looks over his shoulder to seek out the perpetrator of the crime against his and Wilbur’s hair.

He finds that she’s occupied with something at the moment.

With what?

Well, her and Ranboo have fallen behind but it’s not even a surprise anymore. They’ve taken stop after stop, just to talk, each time bringing Wilbur and Tommy, the parents of the group, closer to shoving them back in the car and driving them home. Although they probably wouldn’t find anything wrong with that  either.

As of what Y/N’s occupied with - she’s standing on a bench to give her some leveling with Ranboo’s height. Her hair is just as wild as theirs and so is Ranboo’s but Y/N’s currently tending to the case with the power of hair clips, using them to keep the boy’s hair out of his eyes. To top it all off, they’re butterfly and flower shaped so the sight of Ranboo once the girl has finished with her work is that much more adorable.

As annoying as Wilbur’s been pretending to find these two all this time, he can’t help but smile. He hasn’t seen his sister this happy in what feels like forever. It’s a moment he wants to commemorate for their sake as well as his.

And so he takes a few more pictures - one while Y/N’s still working with Ranboo’s mess of hair; another when he looks at himself with his phone’s front camera and they both burst out laughing; and a third one when he picks the girl up in his arms, whirling her around briefly before setting her down. 

He contemplates taking another shot of t he moment they share, looking into each other’s eyes so adoringly, but he finds it too personal for him to photograph although he’s pretty sure it’ll be forever photographed in their own memory.

He does, however, snap one more shot when Ranboo ruffles Y/N’s hair and pats her head lovingly afterwards.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 04:00 PM

After setting up the tripod for a group picture, the four strike a pose: Tommy crouched in front of everyone else; Wilbur on Ranboo’s left, standing tall and proud with a purposeful and faux serious look on his face with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans; Y/N piggybacked on Ranboo’s back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders for her own security despite his hands holding her up by the backs of her knees.

The camera has been set up to take several shots at even intervals so they can strike different poses for each shot.

Reviewing them afterwards reveals that the best one, without a doubt is the one that was captured a mere two seconds after Y/N cracked a joke that’s got all four of them laughing their butts off. A small detail making the picture better is the fact that Ranboo turned his head to the side to be able to look at her over his shoulder. It’s an adorable moment to be caught between them, much like the one Wilbur chose not to photograph earlier.

Faith has a way of playing its way whether we play accordingly or not.

“Hey, is anyone hungry or is it just me?“ Tommy inquires after having gathered the tripod and has resumed vlogging.

If he hadn’t mentioned it, neither of the other three would’ve noticed the growling of their own stomachs, but since he luckily did, they immediately confirm that they’re in the same boat as him.

“There’s that diner we frequent like two minutes down the pier. What do you guys say?“ Wilbur suggests, turning to his friends and sister who’s now become a package deal with Ranboo. Yes, he refuses to set her down.

“I’m down, as long as I can walk there myself.“ Y/N complains, her arms still clasped around the boy’s shoulders to avoid having her return to ground be a graceless plummet.

“No way. Guide me there.“ With that said Ranboo takes off running, marking it the first time this entire trip that they have been ahead of the two blondes.

Chucking exasperatedly to themselves, Wilbur and Tommy follow suit, all the while being able to pinpoint exactly where the other half of their group is because of Y/N’s squeals of Ranboo’s name all the way to the diner.

Will didn’t get a chance to snap a pic of that, but Tommy did catch it with his vlogging camera so the moment won’t be lost in time.

The Amusement Park, Sunday 01.05.2022, 02:00 PM

“No, no, no, Y/N. You can’t go on that ride, you need at least another two inches to qualify.“ Ranboo tells the girl who’s looking longingly at the ride she might actually not be tall enough to ride but is too afraid of disappointment to actually go to the measuring stand.

She might be a little more than half his height, but she’s got more than enough fury capacity to turn around and glare at him, even if that means tilting her head back a comical amount.

“I’m not short, you’re a tree!“ She complains, arms crossed over her chest, a pouty lip, the whole nine yards of looking exactly like a child among the actual children at this amusement park.

Sparing her any potential neck pain, he bends down so they’re at an approximate eye level, the crinkled corners of his eyes letting her know he’s getting one hell of a kick out of this even if his mask is shielding his smile, “And you...” he boops her nose, “...are a treat. A treat of a friend.”

“We’re going on the goddamn ride without you two.“ Tommy calls out to them from five feet away, where him and Will have been standing and observing the interaction before them.

“You know what, go ahead.“ Ranboo motions to the ride, encouraging them to do just that, “We’ll grab some cotton candy and I’ll win Y/N a stuffed animal or two.”

With an arm wrapped around her shoulders, he guides her to the few carnival games that are a part of the amusement park. Although she complies, she doesn’t do so without a complaint, “I can win my own stuffed animals.”

“I’m sure you can Sharp-shooter. Sorry, Short-shooter.“ He teasingly replies.

“Ranboo!“

Luckily, that nose boop was caught by Wilbur’s perfectly on time reflex to snap a shot of that adorable argument. Another wholesome memory to add to the collection.

The Airport, Monday 02.05.2022, 09:00 AM

You know that heartbreaking scene in rom-coms when the two main characters have to say goodbye because one of them is leaving the country for one reason or another? Yeah, imagine that with two best friends instead....again. As before, if you can’t picture it, I got you, no worries.

“But you’ll visit us again soon, right?“ 

This is the millionth time Y/N has asked Ranboo this question and yet the answer still, to her delight, has remained the same. “Of course I will! Either I’m coming here or you’re coming to the US.“

Standing some ways away to let the two exchange goodbyes in peace are Wilbur and Tommy who are genuinely upset to see how heartbroken the girl is.

“They really love each other.“ Tommy says, he too getting slightly emotional at the thought of saying goodbye to his friend.

“They’re soulmates. Soulmates first, friends second.“ Will tells him, his movements unsure as he lifts the camera to capture the second to last picture of Ranboo’s visit.

The very last one is the selfie he takes of the entire group right before Ranboo has to go through the gate, leaving the three behind with a heavy heart that keeps screaming at him to stay although he can’t.

Wilbur drapes the camera’s safety strap around Y/N’s neck, snapping her out of her thoughts as her hands gently take hold of it, inspecting it closely, not having seen it since she saw Wilbur unwrap it on his birthday two years ago.

“I completely forgot to remind you of this. We could’ve used it to take some very cool pictures this weekend.“ She sniffles, pulling herself together after being in tears for the past twenty minutes.

Wilbur smiles quietly to himself, a hand on her back leading her out to the car where Tommy’s already waiting for them, opting to sit in the back as to keep Y/N company and comfort her on the drive home. 

“Don’t worry, it was utilized well.” He responds cryptically and is relieved when she doesn’t ask what he means by that.

Instead, she quietly sits in the backseat, cuddling into Tommy’s side to take a nap after pulling an all-nighter with Ranboo.

The meaning of what her brother said is revealed when she wakes up in her bed a few hours later. On her nightstand, she finds a pocket-sized book which she figures is a polaroid picture album. 

In the first slot, instead of a picture, there is a piece of paper with the question: “What’s a soulmate?” printed on it in cursive lettering.

Flicking through the other pages, she’s stunned to see the many pictures Wilbur took of them throughout this weekend, pictures she’s seeing for the first time.

By the time she gets to the end, she’s in tears all over again, and the final page doesn’t help - it’s another piece of paper instead of a picture and with the same lettering but bolder is written: “THAT” with a heart beneath it.

Wilbur couldn’t have been more right - that, that right there, what Y/N and Ranboo have, it proves that soulmates exist. That in this world, there is someone for everyone, be it romantic, platonic or otherwise.

They have each other.

[asafeplacetostay]

Puppy Love (Ranboo x Reader)

genre: fluff!!! 💕

credits to the artist of the pic!

"I like your shirt...it-it looks good on you"

That was the first compliment you ever recieved from Ranboo, while you were chatting with him on discord with your facecam on. To say your whole face turned red was an understatement, but you smiled shyly at his words and thanked him, not noticing the tip of his ears turning red too.

This kept on for months, stuttering compliments to the other with lovesick smiles and flustered cheeks, ignoring your friends and chat's constant teasing.

It made your heart race everytime, leaving you with sleepless nights thinking of him while staring at the cealing and giggling to yourself quietly, so as not to wake your family members.

When Tubbo suggested to meet up with the gang in real life, taking into account that everyone was on the UK, for a vlog, you couldn't stop grinning like an idiot, prepearing your outfit days prior with hopes of impressing your tall friend. The thought of being able to see him and hug him making butterflies burst in your stomach.

The day arrived quickly, and you were really nervous to say the least. You checked yourself on the mirror one last time before running out of your house and into your car, driving off to the place you all arranged to meet, parking your car nearby the park and spotting them in a few seconds.

For the last few hours, you found yourself leaning near Ranboo the most, which he didn't complain about once, so you were really happy.

"Um- you look really pretty" He spoke all of the sudden, once he assured that Tubbo and Tommy were far ahead from both of you to hear, your cheeks blooming into a cute pink as well as his, but you didn't notice since he had his mask on.

"Thanks! Uh- you're eyes are beautiful by the way"

Ranboo's grayish eyes widened slightly, but he laughed at your comment, scratching the back of his neck.

"Thanks, I forgot I didn't have my glasses on" He confessed bashfully, letting his arm drop to his side, accidently brushing his hand with yours.

Your fingers tensed with his touch, and he muttered a flustered "Sorry!", worried he had made you uncomfortable.

Your eyes stuck to the ground but smiled anyways, boldly reaching out for his hand, grabbing two of his long fingers on your grasp.

"I don't mind- I...is this ok?" You asked hopefully, your face turning even redder along with his, but when he moved his fingers against your palm and interlocked them with yours, you couldn't contain your wide grin.

"Um-yeah...yeah totally" His tone was airy, almost like he was out of breath, but continued walking with you, hands still interlocked.

Tommy's voice snapped you out of the  bubble you were in moments prior, making you face him with a confused expression.

"We get it, you two are in love! But contain yourself, geez, don't eat infront of the poor" He mockly said, making both Ranboo's and your eyes to widen, letting go of the other's hand like it had burned them.

"We-shut up Tommy!" You complained, running ahead and pushing him out of the way, Ranboo catching up with you and staring down at the blonde, dissaprovingly shaking his head before calling your name.

"Great way to ruin the moment, asshole" Tubbo snickered next to Tommy, looking amused as Ranboo chased a flustered and annoyed you through the croud. The 'big' man rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Shut the fuck up, Toby"

[crysmatrix]

Dancing in the Kitchen with You (Cc! Ranboo X Gn!Reader)

(a/n: I listened to "Sleeping on Trains" by James Marriot while making this I recommend it :D also 3 posts 1 day?? :o)

"Bye chat! See ya!"

Ranboo and you waved at the camera until Ranboo went over to finally end stream, a sigh of relief finally escaped you both. An absolute successful stream, Ranboo promised to do a cooking stream after yet another sub goal was hit and chat was not disappointed.

He took off his mask and tossed it onto the counter and looked over to you, smiling.

"Y/n~" He came over to you and held you by your hips, kissing your cheek lightly. "Thank you for streaming with me love"

You laughed and nodded. "It was fun, I enjoyed it." You give him a small peck and he spins you around and into his arms. You take your phone from your back pocket and put on your shared Spotify playlist and start swaying lightly to the music. You spin him around awkwardly since he's so tall and the both of you never miss a beat nor break eye contact.

Eventually, the music halted, playing the next song and he pinned you lightly against the counter, moving the small hairs from your face as you try to blow them away slightly.

"I love you Y/n"

This man was your world.

And you were his.

"I love you too"