Living Space.

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You had made the decision to stay the rest of the summer. It'd been two weeks since the other Youtubers left (the collabs leaving you with almost 900,000 subs no less) and you'd checked out of the hotel, crashing on Cry's couch for the remaining month. His cat hogged you all hours of the day that you spent in the home.

"Shit shiT SHIT Russ he's lIKE RIDING YOUR ASS." The stream that Saturday was hitting 3am and you'd agreed to stay up with him and the crew for this one. Cry clutched an energy drink as you sat beside him, sharing a headphone and editing an article you'd done on the 1975. It was getting close to wind-down time, so as the crew played Mario Party, they brought up the topic of your relationship.

"So you two are a legit item now right?" Red asked with a yawn. The chat was blowing up.

"Uh-huh." He looked at you with tired eyes, as if to confirm. You placed a kiss on his nose to reassure him. He lazily grabbed your face and kissed you, momentarily going silent and causing even Snake to chuckle. You pulled away, murmuring 'finish the damn stream Ryan'.

"Aye aye cap'n." He replied. You picked up your laptop and retreated to Cry's room, making camp on the bed so you didn't have to distract him. Tired already, the comfy beadspread was your escape once the article was finished. You set your computer on the floor and slipped under the covers, faintly hearing Cry say goodnight to everyone outside the door. The house was then quiet, save for the sound of him shuffling into the bathroom, brushing his teeth then finally joining you.

"This isn't the couch." He joked, scooting closer.

"I never liked the couch that much."

Did you miss me bbs? I've been working and writing some indie band fics. This one's still active though, I promise! :) Be sure to listen to the song. Handpicked for the band featured!)

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