You woke up precariously; that is the best way to describe it. One eye cracked open, then the other - both widening, when you saw your face inches away from the floor. Oliver grumbled, turning into the cushions and he pulled the blanket with. You yelped when he moved, tumbling onto the ground.
It did not hurt, so much as it knocked the wind from your lungs - but you lay there like that, staring at his right hand dangling over the edge of the sofa. It was a struggle to piece together the events of the night, bits and pieces floating around in the alcohol. You remembered Oliver laughing, pouring you shot after shot. One, for how Alienating Justin could be; another, for how Bizarre his choices in movies were; a third, for his Cantankerous responses to text messages in the morning.
Each letter of the alphabet got a reason, each letter received a sip of tequila and by the time you reached Q, you were both dissolved into giggles. "This is from Gilmore Girls," you gasped, remembering where you had seen this before. "Lorelai and Christopher play this game after his dad dies, and - oh my god!" you shrieked, grabbing Oliver's cheeks and smushing them with your palms. "Are you a Gilmore Girls fan?"
"No!" Oliver protested. He huffed when you booped his nose. "My mom just watched that show a lot when I was little... she... ah... FINE! IT'S A FUCKING AMAZING SHOW, AND SHE SHOULD'VE LEFT LOGAN FOR JESS!"
Things started to fade after that, but you vividly remembered the moment before you went to sleep. Oliver was slumped in your cushions and you climbed up beside him, wrapping both arms eagerly around the breadth of his chest. He did not protest, body curling around yours to reach a hand for the blanket. Lying together was not a question, it was a statement: Oliver would be there for you, without you having to ask.
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Northstar Boys (Regie×Oliver)
Fanfictionnot finished Yes i made Regie Trans explicit content oliver I apologize if you ever read this
