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Notes: Y/n - your name, Y/s - your surname.

When the snow covered everything around, which caused the train to stop in the middle of the track before even reaching the nearest city, Y/n decides to walk there with Julie, a girl she met on the road. As a result, they are joined by famous singer - Stuart Bale, whom neither she nor her new friend have ever heard of. But when she notices the way he's looking at Reyes, she understands everything. Apparently, love at first sight happened. From his side, of course.

At the «Waffle Town» cafe, which the three of them reached through snowdrifts, they are greeted by Billy, who takes out freshly prepared waffles to visitors. The first thing he notices is the famous singer and he freezes in place, cursing. Julie explains the situation to him, and the guys sit down at a table by the window, also ordering waffles.

Y/s finally looks around the room. A typical diner cafe that exists in any city in America. Although snowflakes and shiny tinsel with a garland that are pasted on the windows add a special Christmas atmosphere and seem to add more comfort to the establishment.

"Oh, another new face in this godforsaken town." Billy says, setting out the plates with their food. "What kind of wind brought you here?"

"I have the same question for my father. I came here for him." She shrugs, looking at the black-haired guy. He does the same, and there's an awkward pause between them. "I'm Y/n." The girl introduces herself, smiling at him.

"Billy." The brown-eyed guy nods his head and distracted by a table at the other end of the establishment, where a crowd of girls is sitting. He awkwardly waves to the guys and walks away to them.

"He seems to like you." Reyes laughs. "He is usually not shy of anyone and is always ready to keep up a conversation."

"This is great, but I need to contact my father first." Y/s pulls out her phone, trying to call him, but hears only a female voice answering machine. "Cool. I'll have to sit here until he picks up the phone." She sighs nervously. All she wants now after a flight with a heavy backpack and a trip on a train stuck in the snow is to see her dad, drink hot cocoa with him at the Christmas tree and go to bed.

"And I need to get out of here as soon as possible." Bale squints at the table where Billy walked away a few minutes ago.

Everyone turns around, noticing the lively whispers and the obvious attention to his person. Julie shows the singer where the bathroom is and covers him in front of a crowd of girls. They leave them alone, returning to their place, continuing to talk about something of their own.

"I'll go after him, otherwise he'll get lost or the fans will tear him apart. Are you with us?"

"I don't have the strength anymore. I'd rather stay here." She leans back on the couch. "You go. I think we'll see each other again soon."

After saying goodbye, Y/s tries to dial her father's number again, but another attempt fails, upsetting her and making her worry. She doesn't like the idea of spending the night here without knowing where dad is. Especially alone in a strange city. Leaning on her backpack, she clutches her phone to herself and doesn’t notice how she falls into a doze.

A girl wakes up from the sound of a cup hitting the table. Hot cocoa with marshmallows floating in it is right in front of her. Lifting her sleepy eyes, she meets the kind gaze of the cafe employee and immediately straightens up, surprised by the drink.

"Is that for me? I don't think I ordered it..." Y/n sleepily looks out the window, noticing how dark it is outside. Well, she's definitely stuck here now.

"It's on me. You obviously need sweets to lift your mood." He smiles, sitting down opposite. "Is something wrong? You slept for at least an hour and a half." The guy asks her, watching as she takes a sip of a warm drink and mumbles contentedly.

"Father not answering the phone. We agreed a week ago that I would come to him for Christmas." She explains. "He's an artist. He decided to move here for privacy and to make it «Easier to work».

After explaining who exactly her father is, Billy thinks about it, frowning.

"Wait, an artist?" Brown-eyed interrupts. "He's our new neighbor down the street, lives just a couple of houses away from mine." What he said makes the girl happy, but happiness disappears when he continues: "… but he flew to the exhibition a couple of days ago and won't be back until tomorrow."

"Cool..." Y/s despairs.

"You can stay here all night. You won't bother anyone." The black-haired guy tries to cheer her up, even though he understands that this isn’t much support. "Unfortunately, I can't conjure your father, but I can keep you company and make more cocoa and waffles if you want. I won't impose."

"Thank you, Billy." Y/n forces a half-smile out of herself. "I'm all for it. Still, it's better than wandering through snowdrifts alone in an unfamiliar city." She finishes her cocoa and accepts the napkin the guy holds out, wiping her creamy moustache.

They sit and chat about everything until a crowd of guys bursts into the cafe and one of the waiters starts playing his music on the DJ console. Then the real pandemonium begins, and Billy runs into the kitchen.

At some point, one of the hockey guys sits down with the girl and starts hitting on her, not accepting the rejection and excuses that she doesn’t want to communicate with him. She catches a breathless waiter in the crowd and pleadingly, speaking only with her lips, asks to save her. He understands everything without words and comes to the table.

"Sorry dude, but she's already mine." Billy blurts out, and the girl almost chokes on a marshmallow. The hockey player raises his hands, leaving the table. To her mute question, the cafe employee justifies this behavior by saying that no one needs trouble. And apologizes for what he said earlier.

Noticing that someone else has come, the brown-eyed guy leaves Y/s alone again, but she doesn't even have time to get bored as the guy returns with the man and nods to him in her direction.

Recognizing her dad in a stranger, the girl flies up to him, hugging and crying with joy. It turns out that he planned to return earlier, but the plane was delayed due to snowfall.

Having received the long-awaited invitation home, Y/n suddenly hesitates. She leaves her father for a moment and runs away somewhere. Finds Billy in the crowd again, hugging him and thanking him for his help. He gasps in shock, hugs her back, rejoicing at her reunion with Dad. He doesn’t want to say goodbye to her, but he doesn’t dare to ask her to stay, when he has been watching her beautiful, but sad and tired face all day, wishing her for a pleasant rest.

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Having finally finished such a stormy shift and cleaned up the cafe, Billy goes to the staff room to leave his apron there. He checks his pockets, just in case, and suddenly comes across a small piece of paper folded in half. Unfolding it, he sees a phone number with a text: "Please write to me. I want to get to know my savior better."

The smile doesn't leave his face all the way home. And as soon as he closes the front door behind him, he starts typing a message to a new contact...

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Notes: Y/N - Your Name. Y/F/N - Your Friend Name.

Characters: Zach Tinker x Fem. Reader.

The girl had been warned that her friend would be having a sleepover with a few mutual friends and a couple of people she didn't know, but Y/N didn't expect to see Zach Tinker among them.

The man appeared to be very active, just as the girl had anticipated when she watched his streams. He chatted with the guys, occasionally inserting ridiculous jokes that everyone laughed at, and often looked in the direction of the girl, cause she was the only one who sat in some far corner and giggled quietly, because she often didn’t keep up with the topic of conversation, and, to be honest, she was just shy of him.

After playing a board game, everyone started to change into their pajamas before watching a movie together. Those who finished first helped with the snacks in the kitchen - putting them on plates and carrying them to the couches and mattresses.

Coming out of the bathroom in a gray ragged t-shirt and homemade pants, Y/N joined the guys. Things were going nice and quiet until Tinker noticed exactly what she had pictured on her t-shirt.

"You love «The Quarry»?! And you didn’t tell?!" Exclaimed Zach, not hiding his surprise.

The girl's T-shirt did have a collage with characters from the game, but only....

"Hey, stop," the man squinted, scrutinizing the print, "Where am I?"

Some of the guys along with him noticed the collage, and also noticed Custos' absence among all the counselors. Y/N, realizing the actor's displeasure, hesitated, standing in bewilderment with a plate of cheesy Cheetos in her hand.

"Oh, I just forgot about Jacob," she admitted honestly, "I wanted to reprint it, but the store said no."

"You forgot? How can you forget about one of the best characters ever!" Tinker couldn't help himself, "I'm offended with you!"

Taking one chip from her plate, he abruptly turned around and plopped down on the couch to the laughter of his friends.

"I'm sorry, Zach," the girl sat down next to him, holding out the snacks, "I'll make a new T-shirt sometime, and it'll definitely have Jacob on it.

"Until you send me the photo report, I will continue to be offended." Tinker replied, smiling kindly.

"It's a deal." Y/N grinned, covering herself with the blanket.

The fact that they were both sitting together on the edge of the corner couch allowed the man to look at the girl without fear of being seen, since the TV playing the movie was on the side, so they had to look away.

Zach didn't remember what was in the comedy that someone decided to turn on, but he remembered the moments when Y/N was laughing, or joking around with her friend. Something about her caught his attention. Something he couldn't explain to himself. Perhaps it was her simplicity and kindness, or maybe it was the fact that she was very sweet and beautiful. Though, perhaps both options were quite weighty to him.

Tinker was one of the first to wake up in the morning. As he was going home, he stopped at the couch, where the girl was still asleep. Her leg was propped up and resting on the blanket she was hugging, half of which had already slid to the floor. After straightening it, Zach headed over to Y/F/N to ask her for Y/N's number and address, telling her that he wanted to surprise the girl in the future.

Amazed by this attention to her friend, she sent him everything in one text message, and made him promise that she would be the first to know the details of the surprise.

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It had been almost a week since that sleepover. Tinker periodically wrote to Y/N, jokingly asking about the T-shirt, and every time he got a negative answer.

On her day off, as the girl lay on her bed playing a console, the doorbell rang.

Seeing Zach on the doorstep, Y/N opened her mouth in surprise, unable to say a word.

"Uh... Hi?" The man waved his free hand in front of her face, while the other held some kind of box.

"Oh, yeah, hi." Y/N sagged back, inviting her guest inside.

Before she could ask any more question, Tinker opened the box and pulled out a t-shirt from there. Unfolding it, the girl saw a collage with Jacob printed on the front. And only with him.

"I thought it would be better if I gave you the T-shirt myself." Zach grinned happily, looking at Y/N, waiting for her reaction.

When she realized the meaning of what was happening, she laughed, taking the T-shirt from the man's hands. She couldn't expect such a gift from him. Nor the attention to her person in general.

Running to the other room and quickly changing, Y/N came out in her new t-shirt, showing Tinker how it looked on her.

Glowing with happiness, Zach playfully whistled, unable to take his eyes off the girl.

"I think it's my favorite shirt now," she smiled.

"Yeah, it looks good on you," the man said. He mumbled awkwardly, looking around Y/N's living room. "Are you busy tonight?" Tinker asked, startling the girl even more. "I was thinking maybe... We could go out together?"

"It's actually my day off today, but I was just going to sit at home and play video games..." The girl pointed to the bedroom door. "Going to save the counselors from werewolves for the hundredth time." She grinned. She didn't really feel like saying no to Zach, so she continued: "You can join in, it will definitely be more fun together."

"It'll be your best playthrough ever." Tinker said firmly, not hiding his joy. "But you don't mind going out somewhere with me next weekend?" He added, following Y/N into the room.

"Would that count as a date, or would it just be a friendly get-together?" She handed the second joystick to the man, sitting down on the bed with him.

"I would really like the first option," Zach looked at the girl's blushing face, "But If you're against it, then of course we can go out as friends."

"I think I'll go for the first option then."

They smiled at each other as they pressed the button on their joysticks.

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Characters: Miles Robbins x Fem. Reader.

The queue from the toy store began in the building among a crowd of people, but ended on the street, almost a kilometer away. Despite the early morning, the weather was very hot and lots of people poured water on themselves just to feel at least a little cooler.

Y/N exchanged glances with her husband and both turned their gaze to the joyful daughter, who was looking forward to buying the long-awaited doll, which she found out about from the advertisement and remembered several times a day over the past week.

The trip to Disneyland was planned a couple of months before the baby's birthday, so the fact that the coveted doll was sold only in a Disney store was a happy accident.

Millie, a five-year-old mini version of her father with short brown hair and brown eyes, was full of enthusiasm and didn’t even worry about the queue, but her parents knew perfectly well that in a few minutes she would get tired of standing still and would get bored. To prevent this from happening, Y/N suggested an idea that came to mind:

"Honey, so that we all don't have to stand here, why don't you and Dad go to the magic boutique that you so wanted to go to?" The girl squatted down next to her daughter and took her hands. "And then, when I buy a doll, I will come to meet you two, and you will show me your beautiful outfit, okay?"

Millie seemed to glow even brighter at this suggestion. She hugged her mom quickly in joy, pulling Miles by his pants.

"Are you sure you can stand it here alone?" Robbins asked worriedly, picking up his daughter in his arms.

"I have headphones with me, I'm wearing a sun hat, and I took a pocket fan." Y/N patted the blue backpack hanging from her right shoulder. "I'll be okay, have fun."

"Fine." The man turned to his daughter. "Well, let’s kiss Mom and go get dressed up!"

After kissing the girl on the lips and cheeks in turn, Miles carried Millie to the «Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique».

On the threshold of the establishment, they were met by a boutique employee in a lilac dress, inviting them to go inside and choose an outfit until a place was vacated by the magic mirror.

The room was divided into two parts. In the first part there were armchairs with large mirrors framed with gold frames, and in the second there were racks and mannequins with different outfits and decorations.

"I want to be Rapunzel!" Millie quickly found a purple dress and ran up to it.

Robbins wasn’t surprised at all by the choice of the princess and with a warm smile took the dress off the hanger, hung it on his arm and went with his daughter to the fitting room.

When he finished helping to fasten the dress, he went with her to the hall and sat her in the already vacated chair, where an employee named Rosa was waiting for them. She offered Millie a wig with Rapunzel's braid, but the girl shook her head negatively.

"No, I want to be like Rapunzel at the end of the cartoon, where she has short hair!" The little girl objected decisively, covering her head with her hands.

"Oh, then I can make you beautiful curls and put on a crown?" The employee suggested, taking out curlers from the locker.

After receiving approval, Rose soaked Millie's hair and began to wind curlers, discussing princesses in the process. Dad stood next to them waiting for the end of the procedure and listened to their conversation.

"And, why do you like Rapunzel?" The employee asked when the curlers were already wound up.

"Because I love to draw, just like her!" The girl replied proudly. "And also, I love to sing and play the guitar!"

"Wow, you can play the guitar?" Rose was surprised.

"Yes, my dad teaches me!" Millie pointed at Miles. He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded affirmatively, smiling sheepishly.

"That's awesome, I’m sure you're doing great!" The employee praised her, checking the curlers. "The hair is almost dry, it will be possible to take curlers off soon."

"Can you… before my hair dries out…" Robbins Jr. suddenly began in a sly voice, "make a princess out of my dad too?" The small brown eyes stared pleadingly at the boutique employee.

Both Miles and Rose were amazed by this request.

"Well... if dad doesn't mind, we'll figure something out." The employee looked at the man in a puzzled way.

"No, no, it's not necessary." Robbins shook his head.

"Well, dad, please!" Millie drawled, "at least, just put on makeup like a princess!"

Seeing the pitiful face that his daughter made, Miles refused again, but this trick worked on Rose.

"I can make you up in the princess style, it won't take long." She joined to the persuasion.

Accepting defeat, the man gave up, sighing condescendingly. Millie, having achieved what she wanted, smiled broadly, watching her father sit down in an empty chair opposite.

"Okay, fine. Make me a Mulan, please." Robbins asked the employee. "There will be one more princess in the world today."

The girl watched attentively and with interest as the employee applied eye shadow with a brush in different colors and drew arrows with a black liner.

Miles sat patiently with his eyes closed and imagined how surprised Y/N would be at such a "transformation." Of course, it would not be the first time for her to see her husband made up, because he is an actor, but she could hardly imagine that by sending one princess to a boutique, she would eventually get two.

After completing makeup and curls, Rose led the man to the girl's chair and turned them both towards a huge mirror. A Fairy Godmother suddenly appeared on the screen, and after uttering a spell and waving a magic wand, the father and daughter saw their reflection. Robbins Jr.'s curls, sprinkled with sequins, shimmered in the light, as did a gilded crown with three large stones in the middle. The man's Asian-style makeup with red, blue and pink colors looked amazing, and even suited him very well. Moreover, he did not immediately notice it, but his hair was also sprinkled with sequins.

Thanking Rose for such a wonderful job, Miles paid for everything at the checkout, and he and his daughter went outside, where Y/N was waiting with her back turned to them, looking at the windows.

Millie was the first to run up to mum, showing off her outfit and hairstyle. Picking a little one in her arms, the girl gasped enthusiastically, looked her daughter up and down, and expressed her admiration.

"Khm." Robbins interrupted them. "Lady, there's another princess who needs your attention."

The man proudly raised his head up, waiting for his wife's reaction to his transformation.

"Oh! Wow!.." She drawled in surprise, smiling broadly. "You look gorgeous, Your Highness" Y/N curtsied, playing along to her husband.

"Thank you, dear." Miles pretended to be already tired of the many compliments and kissed his wife on the lips.

Lowering the baby, the mother handed her the coveted doll, after which she was kissed by her happy daughter.

The rest of the day passed at a furious pace. They all rode carousels, tasted various goodies in themed restaurants, laughed a lot and took pictures in order to better remember this magical day.

Late at night, after returning to the hotel room and putting Millie to bed, Robbins washed off his makeup, taking a final selfie before, and went to bed with his tired, cute wife.

"You know, today I was once again convinced that I’m happy." Miles said calmly and with a smile, hugging his beloved. "Because there is a beautiful, small, very active and cheerful princess next to me." He grinned, but after looking into the girl's eyes, he continued: "And an incredibly beautiful, kind, and equally cheerful Queen." The man left a gentle kiss on her lips. "Thank you for our daughter, my love..." he whispered before another kiss.

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Characters: Jackson x fem reader.

Staying at home alone has recently been an alarming event for Y/N, because after finding out who Jackson Van de Kamp – her boyfriend, as she thought, really is, the girl worries every time that people hunting for him will find her too. Therefore, when she hears a knock on the door in the evening, she jumps out of bed from fright, cautiously approaches the door and looks through the peephole.

Seeing Jackson outside the door, she closes her eyes for a second, sighing noisily. In addition to her worries, the girl is tormented by resentment and jealousy, because a couple of days ago a friend sent her a photo of a guy kissing Brianna from their school.

When she found out that this was true, and that they had even met more than once, Y/N was in complete shock all day. Her love for Kamp began to evaporate, and anger took its place.

She wants to go as far away as possible so that she never sees him again and not be afraid of everything, but, unfortunately, she doesn’t have and won’t have such an opportunity in the near future.

She was ready to go through all of this: his abilities, his secrecy, perhaps eternal moving to other cities and countries with him, but his act put an end to their relationship.

Finally gathering her courage, she opens up the door to him, trying to look calm and fighting the urge to slap the guy in the face. Without letting her say a word, he quickly pushes the girl into the house, closing the door behind him. Grabs Y/N by the shoulders and hugs her.

"I missed you so much" Jackson kisses her on the cheek and pulls away. "I need to tell you something".

Kamp looks worried and scared, the girl notices this immediately, but continues to stare at him coldly, restraining her real feelings.

The guy starts babbling about escape, surveillance and danger, but the girl, who is getting more and more panicked with every word, interrupts him.

"No, Jackson. After what I've learned about you, I don't want to be with you anymore. I've suffered so much because of you, I've spent so much nerves, and how did it turn out? You got yourself a second girlfriend on the side!".

"No, Y/N, please listen!" Kamp shakes his head, swallowing nervously. "I only love you. I need you!" The guy's eyes turn red and he sniffs. "I can't handle this madness without you..." Jackson's body begins to tremble, and his gaze becomes slightly detached.

The girl throws off the guy's hands and takes a step back. She starts shaking herself, and tears are already flowing down her cheeks.

"Go away, Jackson". She mumbles. "And please don't come into my life anymore".

"But Y/N, please..."

"I said go away!" The girl exclaims, pointing to the door.

"OK... Okay... At least you'll be safe now". Kamp nods, slowly walking backwards towards the exit, not taking his eyes off her. "I promise".

When the guy disappears behind the door, she sobs, finally giving free rein to overwhelmed emotions.

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Characters: Dylan Lenivy x Reader.

The first thing I see when I open my eyes - is Dylan's broad back. He sits on the bed, half covered with a blanket and looks somewhere at one point.

"Is everything okay? Why did you wake up so early? " I get up, hugging his torso with my hands and cover his back with small kisses moving to his neck.

The guy mumbles sweetly, turning his head in my direction, and smiles contentedly. I notice the bruises under his eyes and shake my head. He surely spent the whole night writing his project on quantum physics. Again.

"Yes, I spent most of the night finishing another article." As if reading my thoughts, Lenivy says in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I understood that. And how much sleep did you get in the end?" I ask, continuing to periodically kiss his shoulders and back.

Dylan looks at the time on his phone, and pretends to sigh before answering my question. By this maneuver, I already understand that what I'll hear won't please me.

"About 3 hours." The guy turns to me, giving me a light kiss on the forehead. "I woke up because I thought I was late for a side job." He honestly admits. "And then I remembered that today is a day off."

He hugs me with both arms, and we sit like this for a few seconds before Lenivy leans over to me and kisses me on the lips for a long time. He lays me on my back, hovering over me, and for now is he covering my body with kisses, sinking lower and lower. Realizing what exactly he wants to do, I stop him, smiling at his surprised look.

"No, Dylan, we're won't do this right now." I whisper, pulling him to me, kissing his nose. "You need more sleep." I look into his tired brown eyes and barely restrain a yawn myself. "We. We both need to get more sleep."

I crawl out from under the guy, rolling onto my side of the bed, and turn on to face him. Lenivy tries not to show his displeasure, although we both know that when he gets enough sleep, he will get what he wants.

I feel Dylan's hand on my waist under the blanket. He pulls me closer to his body, stroking my back. I nuzzle his chest, running the tip of my nose over it. Hear the guy's quiet laugh, and close my eyes, falling asleep in such a tender and dear embrace.

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Characters: Miles Robbins x Reader.

A/N: Sorry for possible mistakes, English is not my native language🙏💖

"You've been filming him about 10 minutes already, aren't you tired of it?" You hear a friend's question and shake your head negatively in response.

Pleasant music is playing all over the room, and your boyfriend is standing behind the DJ counter and swaying to the beat. The smile on his face says that he likes his work and the sound of the track. Your eyes meet and he, noticing that you are pointing the phone directly at him, waves his hand at you.

After giving way to another DJ, Miles comes up to you and hugs you, dancing slightly. You giggle when a guy kisses you on the forehead and hug him back. You sing along to the words of a familiar song and notice the admiration in Robbins' eyes. He always looks at you like that when you're doing something: dancing, singing softly, because you're still shy of him, or fooling around with friends. At these moments, he falls in love with you even more and thinks about how lucky he was to meet you one day.

From the embarrassment that has come over you, you bury yourself in Miles's chest, to which he only laughs, stroking your head. Then he takes a step back and takes your hands, moving them in different directions, causing you to smile.

You continue to dance together until you are interrupted by an acquaintance of Robbins, who came up to ask something. The guy apologizes to you, and they go to the counter together, checking the equipment.

You look away and notice that your friend is also busy chatting with some guy, so you decide to go out on the veranda of the small cafe where you are. You sit down at a table and take your phone out of your jeans pocket, sticking on Instagram and looking through various beautiful photos.

A little later, after locking the screen, you shiver from the cool wind, but before you can get up from your seat, you suddenly feel like a blue denim shirt with roses depicted on it lying on your shoulders. Wearing only one white T-shirt, Robbins sits on the next chair, handing you hot tea.

“Thank you, Miles.” You tell him quietly, which makes goosebumps run through the guy's body. It always happens to him when you pronounce his name with a gentle intonation.

"Get warm." He whispers back, admiring you sitting in his shirt.

Later, when you both get home, Robbins helps you undress, and you both go to take a hot shower.

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Feel cozy... 😌💖✨

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I made my first edit! Feel weird about it, but like it (kinda) 🙃🫶

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P.S. I couldn't choose which color is better, so I'm posting both 🫶

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Characters: Miles Robbins x Reader

A/N: I wrote it a long time ago, but I still couldn't put it out... Well... I hope you enjoy it! 💖

The guy finishes his stream and leaves the room to check on you. Finding you sitting on the couch in the living room, Miles sits down next to you and puts his head on your shoulder.

You turn your gaze from the phone screen to him and smile, kissing Robbins on the forehead. He hugs you, wondering what you were doing after you left the stream.

Told him that you edited the video and watched the movie, you decide to mention something that has been confusing you for a long time.

"When you stream and look into the camera, I feel like you're looking right at me." You say it, remembering those moments.

The guy gets up and looks at you with that look again.

"Yes, I'm looking right at you. I do this on purpose, especially when you connect and write something in the chat." Miles replies calmly, as if it was obvious.

"What? Seriously?" You raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, this is a hint that you should join me."

"You know that I'm uncomfortable when a crowd of people pay attention to me." You sigh heavily, realizing that your presence is important for the guy.

Robbins nods, kissing you on the cheek.

"It's okay, if you want, we can play something together without a camera."

"But... Can we... Dance to romantic songs?" You ask quietly, making the guy freeze in amazement.

"Of course!"

Miles gets up from the couch, turning on the music. "Jamie Scott - Unbreakable" starts playing from the speaker, and Robbins takes your hand. You stand next to him, putting your hands on his shoulders. The guy gently hugs you around the waist, pulling you closer to him, and you both begin to slowly move around the living room to the beat of the music.

"What a beautiful song..." You listen to the text and notice that the guy included it on purpose, as if saying: "I'm here with you, and I'll never leave you." Without restraining your feelings for Robbins, you say quietly: "I love you."

"And I love you." Miles whispers, stroking your back. He succumbs to a gentle impulse, and reaches out to you for the kiss you both need...

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