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You were so overjoyed at the thought of how close you and him were. It hadn't been a very long time, you were approaching the two month mark since you were taken from your world and shoved into the Realm of the Entity. It definitely had more cons than pros, but one of the most prominent positives about being here was meeting Dwight Fairfield, a man who had been here for much longer than you.
A crush would be the last thing you thought you would have here in the Realm, but Dwight was just so... lovable, kind and adorable. He was extremely polite, had a very odd sense of humor (his jokes sucked, but they were funny to you because of how strange they were) and became very talkative as your friendship started developing. He told you he felt like he could tell you anything, because you were a good listener. And even though he didn't say it, you knew he was lonely. Casual conversation was only a momentary relief. He wanted real connections and friendships, but had close to none. So this was a nice change for him.
But yeah, he was right. You always listened to him, even back when you didn't know him that well. Something about him made you want to know more about him, his past, his feelings. Asking questions was your way of bonding, and he would always answer every single one. You knew more about him than you did any of the other survivors. You had picked up on things like his quirks, his nervous habits, the meaning of his various facial expressions.
He had quite a few disheartening stories from before he was pulled into the fog. For as long as he could remember, before entering into the fog, people around him treated him as lesser than, and made him into a laughing stock. And that broke your heart. He didn't have many hobbies, and wasn't very socially skilled, that you could admit, but that didn't take away from the fact that he was still a wonderful person.
His awkward tendencies were secretly some of your favorite things. Although, you could not tell the difference between him genuinely being unsure what to respond to something with and your wishful thinking that he was flustered around you for the same reason you were around him. Either way, he would rub the back of his neck when he got nervous, bite his nails sometimes, and look literally everywhere else but in your eyes. You found it slightly humorous, but also cute. He was so damn cute. Whenever his glasses fell off his face, you would laugh in a manner he thought was equally as cute.
He was actually very smart when it came to anything regarding engineering and robotics, it was the thing he had devoted most of his time to before he was taken. He was learning to code, and how to construct little robotic objects that could move and understand commands. He truly was a nerd. Just another thing you liked about him.
Trials were rough some days though, and on the really bad days you needed time to recover mentally. Of course, talking to Dwight helped, but other days you needed to be by yourself. He was always completely understanding when you said you needed space. During these times you would usually take a short walk, one time accidentally discovering an area that had a nice little tree trunk for you to sit on. It was shielded by some bushes and brush, making it a nice and quiet isolated spot.
You were stumbling out of a Ghostface trial today, having just barely made it out and in tact. Even though the Entity would heal your wounds in the period that you were sent back to the campfire, the subsequent stress and exhaustion you were feeling was obvious to Dwight as soon as he saw your expression.
He looked up from his journal, having been writing about who knows what, when he saw your weary face. He wasn't even sure if you won or lost, but he could tell whatever just happened back there took a toll on your sanity.
"Hey..." he closed his journal and looked up at you as you approached the log he was sitting on by the fire.
"Hey," you replied, taking a seat next to him, looking straight ahead.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Eh," you sighed, deciding to at least elaborate with a short summary of how things went. "I got out, but I was trudging out with a very deep wound," you said. Dwight looked a bit sad as you continued.
"Of course, he was up to his mindfuckery as always. God, I'm always so fucking exhausted after running from him. My feet still hurt. And I was the obsession, so I couldn't catch a break. You know how Danny is."
He nodded and sighed along with you. You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, feeling a bit more comforted with him being present.
He wasn't sure if you were going to keep leaning on him to feel better, or get up and go spend some alone time in your spot. He just stayed put, feeling glad he could at least provide a sense of comfort to you in the moment. He loved seeing your bright and curious and enthusiastic self more than anything, but he didn't mind providing you comfort and a shoulder to cry on when you needed it. Not one bit.
He didn't miss the opportunity to look over and observe the piece of your hair that had fallen in your face. Your eyes were shut and you were taking deep breaths. Jesus, he thought you were beautiful. And too good to be true.
After a minute of sitting in silence and absorbing some warmth from each other and the campfire, you pulled your head away and looked at him. Of course, he was already looking at you, waiting for you to say something.
The way he felt about hearing your voice talk to him, how it comforted him and made him feel butterflies, was something he would never tell anyone. Least of all people you. You, however, were a little more confident in your feelings and the ability to express them. You still got nervous at the idea of telling him, so you weren't sure if this was a mistake, but you wanted to try. And you wanted to make it special, by taking him to your spot where you guys could be alone.
"I think I'm gonna go to my spot."
"Okay," he said understandingly.
"...But I want you to come with me this time."
Dwight's eyebrows raised in surprise, but he offered a smile, confused but quite excited about this.
"Oh! Really? Why? I mean- Of course I will. Lead the way." He decided to stop asking questions and just follow you with a nervous smile. You held your hand out to him and he took it as he stood up, but you held on to it as you walked with him.
It wasn't too far away, about 6 minutes of walking from the fire. You wondered if anyone else knew about it and hung out here by themselves and called it their spot. But that wasn't really important now.
It was my spot. But if things went well, it could very possibly become... our spot. That's what I hope.
You two walked between the overgrown bushes and arrived in the little area you called yours. It was nice and shady back here because of the thick brush surrounding you. The tree stump you always sat wasn't really big enough for two people to sit on, so you gestured for him to sit on it, and he did. You just sat criss-cross in front of him. There were faint marks in the dirt from the last time you were here, when you decided to draw in the dirt with a stick. Dwight saw it but couldn't really make out what the drawings were supposed to be.
"It's not all that, I know. But it's just nice and isolated for when I want to be in my own space," you said when you were settled in.
"No, I love it, it's really cozy! I totally understand why you come here," he said and looked up. The tree this stump came from had two parts, and the other one was still growing behind it. It was quite tall, actually. He rested his back against the tree. "Strange how these are the same tree but one part is just a stump. It's convenient though. Did you happen to discover this during one of your walks?"
"Yeah, I couldn't tell you why I decided to start pushing and walking through bushes that day, but I did, and now I'm here. I love this place."
You looked in his eyes, finally, to start explaining why you brought him here.
"Again, I know it's not anything super extravagant, but it's important to me, and it's the only place I can feel completely comfortable and safe other than talking to you."
He wasn't sure he heard that right. Even though this was something he thought he already knew, hearing it come from your mouth was like a dream come true. But you didn't stop there.
"I wanted to bring you to my favorite place, for one, because you're special to me and I want to share other special things with you. And also because I feel like it'll help me express my feelings better," you rubbed the back of your neck and looked to the side, subconsciously imitating the habits he displayed when he was nervous.
"Not that it's not obvious already, though. I really like you."
You found enough bravery within yourself to make eye contact with him when you said that, feeling as if it was important to do so, and would amplify the fact that you were entirely serious. Which was what he needed, because he was in complete disbelief. This was only something he had been imagining you confessing to him, and now, here you were, doing just that.
Dwight smiled uncontrollably. It didn't take any words from him to figure out the feeling was mutual. He wasn't sure if you really realized, though, how much he adored you. But the specifics didn't matter right now.
The urge he had been fighting for so long took over him and he leaned forward and kissed you without any hesitation, cupping your head in his hand. You kissed him with equal tenderness, even putting your hands behind his neck and holding him lightly.
The pain and stress from the trial this morning escaped you. The hardships you faced every single day in this nightmarish Realm faded from your mind one by one. The only two people in existence in this world during this moment were you and Dwight Fairfield, in your little sanctuary.
You smiled during the consecutive kisses, making it harder for your lips to align. He had developed a blush on his cheeks that was rose pink, and complemented him quite well, you would say. Flustered Dwight was always a fun thing to witness.
Your cares and worries stayed far away from you as you kept looking at him, leaning back in for another passionate moment. And he really, truly hoped you could feel how much he cherished you, your touch, your smile, in a moment like this, with your lips pressed against each other.
God, you wished it could stay like this for longer.
But you needed to take a deep breath, so you pulled away and took one. In doing so, the reminder that you and him were, in fact, not the only people in this universe came back to you. He reached out and took your hand.
"I'm so happy," he expressed. You hummed.
"I know. Believe me, I know."
It wasn't just because of his raging blush or the gut-wrenchingly warm smile he had that you understood how happy he was. It was because you felt it too.
"I still love my little spot, and being alone in it. But... I think you should come by from time to time. How does that sound?" You returned a similar sheepish smile back to him, extending him the invitation to not have this spot be strictly for you, but for the both of you.
"I'd like that."