"Dinner was really nice. Thank you." She said, flopping down on my bed. We've been taking turns sleeping in each other's beds. Eventually, Y/N said she wanted to get rid of her bed and turn her room into a better office. After all, she was literally editing every other Chuckle Sandwich episode and helping me manage two companies.

I want to give her the entire fucking world.

"Of course." I suddenly frowned. "You still haven't packed, Airhead."

"Oh, fuck you. I see how it is, Jschlinky."

"You need to stay away from my chat. They're rubbing off on you."

"Nuh-uh. Your chat is my chat; I've got them in Schlock and key.

"What the fu-who put you up to this?" I wheezed.

"I'll never tell. I'm no Jschmuck."

"I am going to strangle you."

"I am going to dodge! Crouching tiger, hidden Schlussy, bitch!"

"I'm gonna kick you out of my room in a minute."

"No wait please-" She latched onto me like a koala, causing me to smile uncontrollably.

"Let's just pack together." I sighed. I kissed her forehead gently.

"I think I have everything now." She said, trying her very best to zip it up. She was throwing herself on top of it, sitting on top of it, stomping on it. I gave her a moment to try it, then came over and zipped it easily.

"I had it." Y/N grumbled.

"Sure you did. And I'm from Ohio." I snickered. She stuck her tongue out at me and pouted.

"Shut up."

"Alright, I'm going to bed. It's like 11:00 and I have an early stream tomorrow."

"Okay. Guess I'll come to bed too."

We snuggled into bed together. She nuzzles her head into my chest softly and in what feels like moments I hear her breathing start to slow. Her heart rate goes down and with my arms around her, I can feel her chest rise and fall.

"Goodnight, Princess." I whispered softly, soon giving in to the sweet release of sleep myself.