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content: fluff, fall/winter themed goodness warnings: none wc: ~1.3k a/n: this is just a fluffy, narumi ice skating date little piece. it's longer than i meant it to be but i think it's kinda cute. ignore typos pls :)

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Chilled air nipped at your nose and cheeks as you and Narumi entered the rink lobby, finding a bench to squeeze into the rental ice skates you’d purchased. You’d been early, beating the crowd of young couples and a hoard of children that’d accumulated behind you. Claiming a bench towards the front, you sat yourself on the wooden seat. You removed your shoes, tucking them neatly beneath the bench before tugging on the first boot. You used as much strength as you could muster to pull the laces tight, as tight as the well-worn strings would let you, and tied them quickly in an attempt to not lose the tension. Your already cold fingers fumbled slightly as you fastened the knot. The stiff leather was snug around your ankle and foot, rolling it around and ensuring it would be comfortable enough for the ice. 

“These damned laces,” Narumi mumbled, yanking the worn strings out wide, looping them into the eyelets as he worked his way up. He missed one of the eyelets when he tried to pull it taut again. “C’monnn!”

You moved onto the next one, snickering as Narumi struggled with his first. You laced up your second boot. The thin, metal blade wobbled beneath your foot. Once the snugness was close enough to the first boot, you carefully pushed yourself from the bench. Clutching onto to the top of it, you attempted to find some sort of balance. After you took a few practice steps, you caught on pretty quickly on where to put your weight. 

“How were you so fast?” Narumi looked up through his bangs, equally impressed and annoyed as he was just now finishing the first boot. 

“I’m just better than you, I guess,” you tease, collecting the few belongings you’d brought with you and finding pockets to secure them in. 

“Don’t let it get to your head,” Narumi quipped. “Just wait ‘till I’m skating circles around you.”  

Narumi refused your offer to help him up, batting your hand away as he pushed himself upright. He wobbled, clutching onto the bench for dear life as he found his balance. He took a few trial steps, briefly letting go of the bench. He continued to sway as he moved further away. He beamed a proud, cocky grin at you when he managed a full lap around the it. 

“I’ve got this in the bag,” he said, earning a soft laugh from you. His grin softened into something warmer at the sound. He fished through his coat pockets and pulled out two pairs of gloves. You took one pair, pulling the soft wool over your fingertips.

“Ready?” You ask, patting down your pockets to ensure you hadn’t forgotten anything on the bench. 

“Ready as ever, baby,” Narumi said, his cocky grin returning. You rolled your eyes at his ego, even if it was one of the things you liked about him. 

Narumi led the way out the swinging doors, holding it open for you. It was more frigid out here, the air sharp as it filled your chest. You wobbled your way over to the handrail where you faced your first hurdle: stairs. 

You gripped onto the rail tightly, taking each step somewhat sideways with both boots per step, before you reached the padded floor. You turned back to Narumi with a proud smile, which immediately turned into a laugh as he struggled on the third step. 

“Need a hand?” You asked teasingly, crossing your arms over your chest as your own ego bloomed just slightly. 

“Shut up,” he said, slowly managing another step. It took him about twice as long as you had, but he eventually did reach the bottom. 

Now it was time for the second, and hardest hurdle: actually entering the rink. Getting on the ice. 

You pushed the handle down on the half door, pulling it open. Carefully, holding onto the sides of the doorway with all your might, you stepped one foot onto the ice. Your heart swooped as your skate immediately slipped against the ice, but you caught yourself. Pushing into the ice, you found a spot secure enough for you to bring up your other foot. 

Okay, that wasn’t too bad. You had both feet on the ice. And you hadn’t fallen… yet. 

Using the side railing, you pulled yourself forward and away from the entrance, not quite confident enough to pick up your feet just yet. 

Narumi’s brows were scrunched in concentration as he placed one foot on the ice, just like how you had. He didn’t slip immediately, so he brought up his second foot quickly. 

However, he’d brought it up with slightly too much muster, and both his feet slipped beneath him. It was a good thing he had such a tight grip on the rails. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, stifling a laugh as he struggled to pull his legs back under him. 

“Shut up, I got this,” Narumi muttered, his bi-colored hair tousled over his forehead, as he tried to regain some semblance of balance, holding onto the railing for dear life. 

Gaining some familiarity with how the ice felt beneath your feet, you very slightly lifted one foot off the ice. You took a step forward, fumbling slightly as you found your balance again. After a few tries, you found where to balance your weight properly. 

Proud of your quick improvement, you looked over your shoulder to Narumi with a bright smile. You’d managed to move about a meter ahead of him. 

He eyed you suspiciously, squinting through his bangs. “You lied to me. You’ve done this before.”

He, eventually, caught up with you. 

The pair of you picked up some speed as you skated down the rink. You quickly grew more confident, going a little faster and creating some distance between you and Narumi. 

You slowed down, though, when you approached the curve. You found a spot against the fall to rest as Narumi caught up to you. You cupped your gloved hands over your face, huffing into your palms in an attempt to warm your frozen cheeks. 

“I’m getting the hang of this,” Narumi boasted as he made his way beside you, cheeks and nose pink from the cold. You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself from the wall, bracing yourself to take on the curve. 

Your stomach dropped as your feet slipped beneath you, falling to the ice with a harsh, painful thud.

Narumi laughed, so hard you’d almost be offended, if he hadn’t offered a hand to help you up. Which was a bad idea, however, as he managed to fall on his ass right beside you. It was your turn to laugh now. 

When you both managed to get back to your feet, dusting off all the snow and ice that’d stuck to your clothes, Narumi reached for your hand. Your chest fluttered as warm, gloved fingers intertwined with yours.

“This way, I can save you if you slip again,” Narumi said, eyes locked to the ice and bashful. You squeeze his hand with a soft smile. 

You both fell a few more times as you made a few laps. A loud buzzer rang through the rink a while later, announcing the ice would be resurfaced. You and Narumi made your way back into the lobby. You stripped your gloves immediately, the lobby being swelteringly hot in comparison to out in the rink. 

“Be right back,” Narumi said as he entered behind you, hobbling away after you acknowledged him.

You plopped yourself onto the same bench as earlier, resting and warming your hands as the zamboni entered the rink. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, skin slightly slicked with sweat since, despite the cold, it still was a bit of a workout. Your feet and toes were numb in your boots. Carefully you cleaned off the blades, slicking away the bits of snow that’d collected, as the zamboni’s rumbling echoed through the lobby. 

A warm body found its way next to you, the delicious aroma of fresh cocoa filled the space around you. Narumi handed you a white paper cup with a gentle grin. 

“I think we deserve these after all of that,” he said, sipping from his own cup.

content/warnings: smut, choking, biting

wc: ~240

a/n: this is a blurb from something longer i want to write but i just can't get it out of my head. excuse any typos.

spice below the cut. (minors DNI <3)

Content: fluff, fall themed sweetness. Pre-established relationship. Warnings: none WC: ~700 a/n: honestly this is a late night comfort/vent story i wrote on my notes app that i'm sort of posting on a whim. i kinda needed it tonight i think. maybe someone else needs it, too.

(also, i read through it like, once after writing it at 11pm. please excuse typos and such)

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"Come on, take a break," Reno says, arms draping over your shoulders, warm chest pressing against your back. He plants a soft kiss on the crown of your head before gently setting his chin on top. "You've been staring at the screen all day."

You sigh, your brain already struggling to form words into sentences on the document before you. It had been hours, but you were so caught up in it that the time flew by. You were making good progress, albeit slow, but it was getting there. That is, if you don't overthink it again and start over tomorrow.

"Come onnn," Reno reaches for your abandoned mouse, saving the document quickly and leaving no room for argument. "Just a little break, okay?"

"Fine," you manage, sitting back into the chair and into his embrace around it. He always noticed when you were pushing yourself too far, or being too hard on yourself.

Reno shuts the computer off for you, and pulls your chair back. You can't help but laugh at his unnecessary display of strength. You follow him as he leads you by the hand, away from your desk and working space and into the living room instead. Immediately a gentle sweet, cinnamon and pumpkin-y scent wafts around you from a lit candle you don't remember lighting. You also notice the room was darker than usual, the regular lights turned off and in their wake were string lights strung a bit haphazardly across the back of the couch.

"What's all this?" You ask as Reno ushers you to take your favorite spot on the sofa, wordlessly handing you one of the cozier blankets with an almost nervous smile.

"Your break," he says simply, like it was an obvious answer save from the twinkle in his eye knowing it was much more than that. You squint at him, unconvinced, but get comfortable beneath the blanket anyway.

"One sec," Reno says and hurries out of the room to the kitchen. At this point you're smiling too, whatever he's up to was precious. A moment later Reno returns with his hands full. One was carrying a steaming mug, your favorite one, which was already filling the room with a delicious chai smell. In the other was a plate of (mostly circular) cookies. He handed the mug to you directly, which you took gratefully and inhaled the lovely concoction of spiced tea immediately, and set the plate of cookies beside you.

Careful as to not jostle around your hot drink, he tucked himself beside you, stealing just a little bit (okay, a lot a bit) of your blanket. He reached over you to grab both the TV remote and a cookie.

"I know it's technically still a screen, but at least it's comfier, right?" Reno asked before taking a bite of the cookie he'd snagged.

"Yes, you're right," you say, pulling a piece of his cookie for yourself and popping it into your mouth. It was still warm. "But what's up with all of this?"

"You've been working so hard," Reno says as he navigates the menus on the TV. "I thought you deserved to be spoiled a little-- wait!"

Reno pops the rest of his cookie into his mouth as he abruptly stood up, racing back into the kitchen. You smiled into your chai at how much he was trying. He returned with a brightly colored bag. "Your favorite."

He hands you the bag, your favorite candy all decked out in Halloween themes. You laugh again, putting the bag aside. You lift the blanket beside you, inviting him back in. He takes the invitation eagerly, warm body pressing against you as he squeezes in.

"...Like I was saying," Reno repeats, picking up the remote again. "You've been working so hard, and you already do so much for me. I thought you deserved something a little special." He says sincerely, pulling up your favorite fall-time movie on the TV. He drops his hand to his lap, fidgeting with the remote for a moment.

"...I hope you like it."

"Reno, baby," you start, setting your still steaming tea aside. You place one hand over his, calming his nervous gesture, and use the other to pull his face close. You plant a sweet, gentle kiss against his cheek. It immediately blossoms a bright pink beneath the chaste touch. "I love it. Thank you."

"Good," Reno smiles sweetly, a bit bashful, but snuggles in just a little tighter against you. "You deserve it."