Can We Get Married? (Sandman x Gender Neutral!Reader)

Can We Get Married?

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I saw him leaning against the railing, looking out at the stars when I stepped onto the porch.

I walked up to him from behind, wrapping my arms around him.

"What is on your mind, hjärtanskär?"

No response.

"Slow down, you're trippin' over your words!" I chuckled.

Still no response.

I paused before I asked.

"Come on, why are you worrying your pretty head, my dear Sandman?"

"I love it when you say it like that," he finally replied.

"What?"

"My name. I love it when you say it like that."

I blushed. "Well, I love the way you say mine."

He turned around and embraced me back, nuzzling his head deep into the crook of my neck.

"I love you . . . Y/N."

I buried my face into his chest.

There was a comfortable silence shared between the two of us before I brought up the question.

"Can we get married? After the Steel Ball Run, of course. Or . . . now, if you want to. 'Cause, I mean, I've never really cared for the race. I'd rather sit on the sidelines and cheer you on but . . . my brother wanted me to participate."

Silence.

I started to worry. I looked up at him.

"Of course, I will marry you, my love."

I grinned and buried my face in his chest once again.

"You are so cute when you make that face."

I looked up at him again and blushed as I said, "No, you're cute."

"No, you're cute." he replied without cracking a smile.

"Okay, fine, I'm cute." I unwrapped myself from his embrace and went for the door. "But so are you!"