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Howdy! 🤠 Hope you’re doing well : ) Do you still write for the other characters (other then the ones from CoD)? If yes, can we also request fanfics about them?

Love You and Take Care.

-🧚🏻‍♀️ (so you know whenever I ask something HaHa)

Heyyy!!!

First of all, thank you for asking! I‘m doing alright. Just been busy with school and stuff :( Didn’t really have the time to write as much as I planned to do. I hope you’re also doing alright 😾🫶🏻

To your question, Yes, I still write for the other characters from the other fandoms too! I actually planned on writing for Leon Kennedy a lot more because I missed writing about my hubby😞😞 But I want to finish writing the series I started (the simon riley one) and finish writing the 2 requests about my man simon. 😋

But you can always send me requests to any character tho😚😚 I‘d be more than happy to write about them.

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chapter 1 ~tɦe ɾiνeɾ wɦeɾe we ɱet

⭒❃.✮:▹ a Simon Riley series 　　◃:✮.❃⭒

- series masterlist

It had been a very stressful day for you. Your day didn’t go as you planned. Rude customers, your chef wasn’t in a good mood and the fact that you’re understaffed makes it even worse. Working overtime, even when you’re sick.

And the only time you let yourself and your mind get a little peace is when you go to the lake deep in the dark woods. You were convinced that nobody knew this place. I mean a normal person with a healthy mind would never even think about going through the dark forest just to chill near the river.

It’s beautiful. The only sound you hear is the water running by and the birds singing in the wind. It’s 7pm and the sun begins to melt. It couldn’t be more beautiful. You’re mind is finally shutting down and giving you peace for just a few hours before you enter the overwhelming and crazy world again. It’s just you and the nature for now.

You discovered this place when you were a wild teenager 10 years ago. After a fight with your parents you just ran. Ran deep in the woods and hoping that the nature would swallow you alive. But instead you were greeted with peace. A natural stress reliever. Since then it’s always been your comfort place. Nobody knew this place, not even your friends. This is the only you zone.

It was overwhelming again and you needed to escape. So you did what you did best. Grab a book and just go to your comfort zone. But as soon as you arrived, you were greeted with someone.

This someone was sitting, with their cap on, not facing you. This person was huge, probably all muscles. Sitting near the river and swinging with a stick in the water while humming a song. A song that you knew aswell.

"different by avenoir?" you curiously ask but instead with a normal reaction, this person threw the stick at you and immediately got up.

"Fucking hell…" you wince in pain as you crouch down a little. Whatever this man’s job is… it’s definitely not a normal one. A normal human cannot cause this kind of pain by just throwing a stick.

"Bloody hell… You scared the shit out of me." This someone says with a deep voice. This someone was a man who was covering this face.

"You trying to kill me? In my spot?" you whisper and it’s crystal clear that you’re still in pain. Not even period cramps are this bad. From this moment on, you‘re never going to complain about them ever again. Actually you’re going to apologize for ever complaining about them. "Your spot? Excuse me? Does your name stand here somewhere?" he says with humor in his voice. You stand up straight again and look him dead in this man‘s honey brown eyes. It’s the only thing you can see. Even his hands are covered in gloves.

"No but it’s always been me here. And I‘m guessing today is my last day being alive. Because you look like you‘re about to murder someone and this someone might be me. You got the power too, soooo…" you tell this man and all he does is looking at you like you just told him a super undercover government secret.

"What? Why would I murder you. I‘m just here to clear my head." this man says and by the way his eyes moved, you can tell this man doesn’t know how to behave or what to say. He is just as confused as you are.

"So why the mask then? Especially the gloves. You expect me to believe you? At least let me listen to the water running a marathon before I die" you tell him your last wish.

"What? Water running a marathon? You confuse me more than any mission instruction I ever got. Can’t you communicate like a normal person??" This strange man asks you and you just turn away from him. "Yes, the water is running a marathon. And yes, I can communicate like a normal person. How else would I be able to talk to you, strange murderer. Tell me, do you always talk this much before you kill your victim?" as you end your sent you gain a sigh out of this huge man. You just know that he is on the verge of tears because of you.

"Oh my god. I am not a murderer. If it calms you down, I work in the military. Task Force 141, if it helps you sleep better at night." he says and he isn’t quite sure why he did that. He never talks about his work. He isn’t quite sure why he said that just to calm you down. A total stranger.

"Yes and I work for the Nasa. That’s exactly what a murderer would say." you mess with him. Something inside of you is telling you that this man needs as much help as you do. And he definitely doesn’t give off murderer vibes. He looks like he could kill someone. Maybe he did… who knows.

"I‘m serious. Look." he takes out a batch out of his pocket and shows you his proof. And indeed, he holds the Lieutenant rank in the Military for the Task Force 141.

You grew up hating the military because it took away your father. The loss of your father, KIA in a mission, caused you loose both your parents. Your mother was just… mentally not there. She always told you how sorry she is for not being able to look after you just like she used to do. And you don’t blame her. She lost the only person that saw her in every way possible.

"Another one of you. Time to mention that I despise you military guys" you said out of anger. You know that the military is just here to protect the country. And you used to adore them for their bravery. But ever since your dad got taken away… you just felt hate. Hate towards the people who took him from you, hate against the world, hate for him and basically anything that involves violence.

"Huh? Why?" This man says with actual interest. He wants to know why you hate the military. Everyone praises them for their service and for the first time in a long time he hears this.

"None of your business stranger." your voice turned cold towards him. You always hoped to find it inside you to forgive the world and the people in it for taking away your hero. Your father. But as each day passes, the hate only grows. It makes you miss all the screaming matches you shared with your father.

"Simon. My name’s simon riley. Everyone in base calls me ghost." Simon starts. He kinda feels like your hate towards the military is because something happened in your life. And he is totally right.

"Okay, Simon. I‘m Y/N. Y/N L/N." you tell him too.

"wait… you’re the daughter of f/n?" he asks you with genuine interest in his voice. You turn to look at him. "You know him?" you ask him. "The man that walked into a burning building just to save the people inside? How does someone not know him? Our captain talks about him sometimes… is he the reason why you hate the military?" Simon is shocked about his sudden behavior. Why does he care? Why does he keep talking to this woman he just met. What if it’s a trap? What if-

"Yeah. You can say that… You must be old old if you know him" you joke. It’s been 24 years since you lost your dad. You were 5, waiting for him to return, but he never did…

"Nah. I‘m 37. But I heard of him from the news." when I was also about to join , is what he wanted to add. You would have guessed him younger than he actually is. 37, you think. He is pushing his 40s. And you’re 29.. But why do you even cate about the age difference? It’s not like you’re ever gonna see hin again, right?

wrong.

"So… why are you here?" he asks just to cut the uncomfortable silence between the two of you. "Trying to get my mind off of some things. Why are you here? And why have I never seen you here before?" you ask him. It’s a strange thing that you have never seen him before.

"Well, I was just walking around and saw this beautiful place. Thought I‘d stop by. And now I‘m here." he answers your question. You look at him for a moment and then turn back to watch yourself on the surface of the water running by. "Are you always here?" he asks. He wants to know if he’s ever going to see you again. Because something inside of him tells him that he needs to get to know you better.

"Yeah, most of the time." you don’t look up at him as you answer his question. But Simon gets an idea. It’s going to cause for him to get out of his comfort zone. He doesn’t even know why he wants to keep talking to you. I mean, he just met you. But it feels like his heart is telling him to keep talking to you. His heart tells him to get to know you better. "Why don’t we meet again in two weeks, the same time and same day?" he suddenly said and he can feel his face burning under his mask. He starts feeling stuff he never felt before. This feels so strange for him.

"Why two weeks?" you ask him and finally look at his face again. For a moment, Simon forgot how to talk again. He felt like he lost his ability to talk again. You shake your head and wait for an answer, causing him to gain the ability to talk again.

"Deployment. I‘m not here in England for two weeks"

"okay. See you in two weeks, Simon 'Ghost' Riley" you pat his shoulder as you walk past him. He stands there, still, trying to process what just happened.

"Holy fuck" he mutters under his breath. He just wanted to go on a walk and now he has a 'date' in two weeks. The antisocial man did this.

Now he cannot wait for the day to arrive.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

the fact he looks good even when he’s not trying

the fucking brainrot…i’m sorry (no i’m not)

[dontyouworrydaddy]

"It‘s just dark romance, get over it" I‘ve read a lot of dark romance and r@pe IS NOT DARK ROMANCE. Some of y‘all are just sick for liking stuff like that and trying to find excuses to justify it.

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THIS IS SO CUTE AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Man be acting like she didn't have his toes curled in worry

massive art block atm, one of the reason why i just took reference from one of the pics i got from pinterest. wanted to treat myself with a little self inserting

Reference:

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Watching football with the lads at your house while you're seven months pregnant

You've got your back pressed against your husband's chest on the couch while his palm rests flat on your very swollen belly, mindlessly rubbing random shapes

His lips are pressed against your ear, occasionally asking if you're feeling ok as he slowly trails gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder

You raise your hand, your palm facing him for a high-five every time Man United scores

And your heart flutters with pure love and utter happiness as you share this beautiful moment together

im all giddy and giggly at the thought of simon showing his love for his wife in front of everyone🥹😭💗

[dontyouworrydaddy]

currently writing the series and damn.. where did all my writing skills go😭😭

[dontyouworrydaddy]

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starting a Simon Riley series as a 1k special and because it’s my birthday soon (5th march, pisces gangggggg♓️💞💞). I‘m so happy and excited to write this series because I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS😖😖 Hopefully I can write them all down without being too much

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒴𝑜𝓊

a Simon Riley series

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Simon Riley x fem! Reader

summary: You thought Love was just a myth. Something people made up only to not feel alone anymore. But everything changed when you met a guy deep in the woods. A place you thought only you knew. Near the beautiful river. And suddenly you’re facing a foreign feeling…

Warning: Talk about abuse, NSFW (18+ Mdni), scars, Talk about death

The river where we met

Lay down with me

Mr. Perfectly Fine

You belong with me

The Way I Love You

Playlist:

hoax-Taylor Swift

24-Lana Del Rey

Swan Song- Lana Del Rey

Mr. Perfectly Fine-Taylor Swift

Cry Baby-The Neighborhood

Softcore-The Neighborhood

Arabella-Arctic Monkeys

Black Out Days-Phantogram

A little Death-The Neighborhood

Home-Catie Turner

Atlantis-Seafret

emotional highs-vinnie

(dream)-salvia palth

exile-Taylor Swift

Dark Paradise- Lana Del Rey

Leanin‘-Lil Peep

Just Pretend-Bad Omens

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don't mind me just thinking about how a pre-wedding photoshoot with Ghost would look like

Since Ghost needs to keep his face a secret, they're gonna need to make a... creative approach to the photoshoots.

...I'm having thoughts 😩

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that‘s so cute😭😭😭

RetiredHusband!Simon x Wife!Reader HCs

CW: fluff, nsfw, pregnancy

After he retires, he'd settle at home. He does most of the housework when you're at work, but you love the times you spend with him doing mundane stuff, and you'd feel bad if you left all that work to him, so you have a laundry day when you both work together, but it almost always ends with you on the washing machine and him between your legs. Or your elbows on the washing machine and him behind you. 

He's a great cook. He makes some simple but exquisite dishes. In the military, he had to tolerate the bland MREs (idk how they taste but they look awful), so when he was back home, he'd learn to make some tasty meals for himself when he was living alone. And then for you when you came into his life. Your mouth starts to water at the delightful smell the moment you walk into the house. If you mention that you've been gaining some weight because of his delicious food, he'd honestly love it. He'd constantly touch the plush of your hips and belly, lightly squishing them with his hands while kissing you. He's happy that you like his food and you're well-fed and healthy.

Maintenance and repairs. He's excellent with his hands and understanding how things work, so the moment you notice something needs fixing, he’s on it. Most of the time you don’t even notice it cause he’s already done it when you were gone. He wouldn’t let it bother you even a second. If you ever find him working under the sink or in the garage working on his car, you’re in for a show. The way his muscles flex while working with a wrench, or when he manhandles a heavy object, his dirty greasy hands, sweat dripping down his forehead and his shirt sticking to his body, his pecs and abs visible to your hungry eyes, get you drooling and squeezing your thighs together. He gets super cocky if he notices (he always does), even more than usual. 

He makes sure to always have some fresh flowers on display in the living room and your favorites on your vanity table. Sometimes he stands by the door with a flower behind his back to give it to you when you walk in. He even learns how to make flower crowns and how to braid hair with flowers from youtube videos. After a few hours of grunting and groaning in frustration when he messes up, he finally masters the art. Only for his lovely wife.

At the end of the day, if you're both in the mood and not too tired, he makes love to you while holding your hand, your wedding ring glinting in the moonlight, a pillow placed under your hips so you'd feel more comfortable and he'd be able to hit that sweet spot inside you that makes those beautiful moans which he adores tumble through your lips. He praises you throughout the whole session, soft I love you's falling from his lips and calls you "my wife" and "Mrs. Riley" while slowly rolling his hips into yours.

He always cums inside. You love the feel of his thick warm cum inside your womb, and the thought of carrying his child makes you go absolutely feral. He'd love to have a family with you, the image of your belly swollen with his child stuck in his mind as his thrusts get harsher and more erratic, grunting out how he's gonna breed you. Your pussy flutters and tightly clenches down on him as the words leave his mouth.

After you announce your pregnancy, he’s glued to your side. And more handsy. He's always got a hand on the small of your back, your belly, randomly kissing your temple and forehead. He's just so happy to have you. And now you’re having a child?! He's over the moon! He's always by your side when you need him, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way when morning sickness kicks in, holding you in his arms when you cry, reassuring you and softly cooing praises into your ear if you’re nervous about giving birth and being a good parent. 

If you still go to work while pregnant, he’s got everything ready for you at home. All the housework is done, your favorite food is ready on the table, bath is also ready with your favorite oils and bath salts. You won’t lift a finger at home. Not on his watch. When you walk through the door, exhausted and body aching, he’s there to carry you to bed for a massage. He'll rub the sore muscles of your feet and gently massage your swollen tummy. If he feels a kick, he’ll grin so wide and rub your belly to feel it again, but he stops if you wince in pain, mumbling “sorry” and kissing you so sweetly. He'll give you a bath, delicately washing your tired body, his hand resting on your belly and placing soft kisses on your lips in between your rants about work and what a tough day you had. He watches you with so much love and adoration evident in his gorgeous eyes while you talk, admiring you. He's just so happy to have a little family of his own :) 

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

divider by @saradika-graphics

banner by @cafekitsune

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ⲕⲉⲉⲣ ⲙⲉ ⲥⲟⲙⲣⲇⲛⲩ

Mike Schmidt x fem! reader

summary: Mike couldn’t spend the night with you because of work. But he still needs you.

warning: 18+ MDNI!, phone sex

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As you usual, you were sitting on your bed, watching a movie on your own. It was already midnight and you are happy that the day is finally over. The stress from work and then coming home doing laundry etc. Preferably you would love to see your boyfriend Mike but sadly he is currently at work. So you're spending the night alone, as usual.

He really tries to make as much time as possible and you know that. But sometimes you just want to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him. But in order to get to this point, you both need to be financially stable, without the support of the other. That was the deal in order to move in together. It was your both´s decision.

The movie you are watching slowly gets interesting but suddenly your phone vibrates underneath your blanket. The sudden vibration caused you to almost fall out of your bed. You search your phone under your blanket and after many failed attempts to reach for it, you finally found it.

You look at your lockscreen and see that Mike, your boyfriend who is at work right now, is calling you. And you couldn’t help but feel scared something might happened to him.

You immediately answer the call and ask him if he is alright. But instead of answering you, you only hear him breathing heavily. What is happening?

“Mike? You okay baby?“ you ask him, worry in your tone. But the worry vanishes as soon as you hear a quite moan from the other side of the call. And it was enough for you to immediately get in your feels.

"Shit baby… I‘m so sorry for calling you so late but fuck… I need your support to help me finish." he whispers and you gladly help him out.

So you let your hand travel down into your panties and start working on yourself. As you let out a small moan, Mike could swear he felt his legs going numb for a few seconds. "Mike. When does your shift end?" you ask him with need filled your tone.

"6 am. I‘ll try and leave as fast as I can. And I‘ll make it up to you. I promise" he says and you close your eyes, trying to imagine it’s his fingers that are making you feel like this. You continue moaning, causing Mike to almost crossing the finish line. "I‘ll fuck you in every room when I get there. Don’t you dare fall asleep on me, yeah?“ you hum quietly but loud enough to make Mike hear it. Everything around you disappears or becomes less important.

"Fuck…" Mike lets out a sigh and his breath gets slower. "Come on baby… let me hear you" he says and you just know he has his smirk on his face. "Mike.. shit" you pick up the speed and don’t dare to open your eyes.

"finish yeah?" he says and it was enough for you. "mike.. come home as soon as you can" you say, clearly out of breath.

"I‘ll be there faster than you think"

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I have to share this with you guys because I actually find my pinterest board name so funny…😭

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Hi could I ask for the cod boys coming back from deployment finding out their so adopted another kitten, so didn't want their first cat to be lonely 🥺

𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇

Task Force 141

AHHHHHHH! I love cats soooo much and writing this WAS SO MUCH FUNNNNN! And oh my god… Johnny would definitely call his first cat ghost and price would name his first cat gaz. Can’t change my mind. Like they would call them their names because Ghost is Johnny‘s best friend and Gaz is like Price‘s son. Also Johnny would definitely call his second cat soapy. I can’t explain

I really hope you enjoy this <3 Love you💘

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Simon Riley

His home was silent. The only sound was the soft purring of his little cat, Shadow, who sat waiting by the door, her green eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and recognition. As Simon knelt to greet her, Shadow nuzzled into his hand, her warmth seeping into his skin, thawing the ice that had formed around his heart during his long absence.

"Missed me, huh?" Simon's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if loud words were too harsh for this tender reunion. He scooped Shadow into his arms, feeling her heartbeat against his chest—a small, steady reminder of the life he fought to protect.

That night, as Simon lay awake, Shadow curled up beside him, he couldn't shake the thought of her all alone, waiting for a company that might never return. It was a loneliness he knew all too well.

The next morning, Simon headed to the local animal shelter. It didn't take long for him to find the perfect companion. A tiny, energetic kitten with fur as black as night, whom he named Ghost Jr.

Bringing Ghost Jr. home, Simon watched with a mix of amusement and affection as the two felines circumspectly circled each other, their initial wariness giving way to a budding.

"Alrightttttt" Simon spoke, sitting on the floor to be at their level. "This is your home as much as it is mine. Look out for each other, yeah?" His voice, firm yet gentle

John MacTavish

The deployment had been grueling, and all he longed for was the comfort of his own space. However, there was one particular greeting he yearned for more than anything—the soft purrs and affectionate nuzzles of his little cat, Ghost. He named his cat after his best friend, even through Simon was totally against it.

As he unlocked the door, the quiet of the apartment wrapped around him like a cold embrace. He dropped his bag with a thud and called out, "Ghost, I'm home, buddy."

A moment later, a small, grey feline cautiously peeked around the corner, its green eyes glowing in the dim light. At the sight of John, Ghost darted forward, meowing plaintively, as if chastising him for his long absence.

John couldn't help but smile, scooping Ghost up into his arms. "I missed you too, little man," he whispered, feeling a lump form in his throat. It was then he realized how lonely Ghost must have been. The thought pierced his usually stoic heart.

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The next morning, John stood before a local animal shelter, determination set in his features. "No buddy of mine is going to feel abandoned," he muttered to himself, recalling Ghost's solitary figure. Inside, he was greeted by the sound of countless cats, but it was a tiny, energetic kitten that caught his eye—a ball of fur with a mischievous twinkle that reminded him so much of... well, himself.

"Looks like you're coming home with us," John said, gently cradling the kitten, already thinking of the perfect name: soapy.

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Introducing Soapy to Ghost was an amusing affair. Ghost eyed the newcomer with a mix of curiosity, while soapy seemed utterly oblivious, immediately attempting to pounce on Ghost's tail.

John watched, amused. "Easy there, Soapy. Give Ghost some space," he advised, though his words fell on deaf ears as Shadow continued her playful assault.

As John relaxed on the couch, Soapy decided it was the perfect time to showcase her hunting prowess. With a startling leap, she pounced towards John, aiming for his feet. Quick on her feet, Soapy darted away, hiding behind the couch with only her tail sticking out.

Ghost joined the fray, attempting a sneak attack from the other side. John played along, feigning terror at their ambush. "Oh no, you got me! Almost had a heartattack" he exclaimed dramatically, falling back against the cushions.

John Price

"Hello hello my little boy, did you miss me?" Price's britishvoice softer now that he got home after a long deployment outside of the country. Gaz meowed in response, a sound so filled with affection it tugged at the strings of Price's heart he'd long thought frayed and worn.

Sitting down beside Gaz, Price allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. "It's just you and me, mate," he whispered, stroking Gaz's fur gently. "But I reckon it's time we expanded our little squad."

The next day, Price's mission was different from any he had undertaken. He found himself in a local shelter, his gaze meeting that of a small, timid kitten with ash-grey cat. "Ash," he named her on the spot, a fitting companion to Gaz.

Bringing Ash home, Price introduced her to Gaz, watching carefully as the two cats sniffed each other, a silent conversation passing between them. In time, a cautious friendship blossomed, one that Price observed with a sense of pride.

Each night, as Price lay in bed, Gaz took his usual spot at the foot of the bed, while Ash curled up beside Price's head. It was during these quiet hours that the trauma of war came, shaking him from sleep with memories of gunfire and cries of the fallen soldiers he couldn’t save.

But as he woke, heart racing, the soft purring of Gaz and Ash grounded him, reminding him of the life he fought to return to. "Thank god you two exist…" he'd murmur, feeling the weight of his nightmares lessen in their presence.

Kyle Garrick

"Mario?" Kyle called out, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet of the empty house. From around the corner, a small, agile figure dashed towards him, a meow. Mario ran to his his legs, the purring vibrating like a welcome home.

"Hey buddy" Kyle murmured, bending down to scoop Mario into his arms. The cat nuzzled his face, seeking comfort in his owner's familiar scent.

That night, as Kyle lay on his couch, Mario curled up on his chest, a thought struck him. "You need a comrade of your own, don't you, little soldier? It must be soo boring without me here, right? Yeah… You need company.." he whispered, his decision already forming.

Kyle set out on a mission unlike any he had faced before: Operation Mario Rescue. His target was a local shelter, where he hoped to find a company for Mario.

As he walked through the rows of cages, his eyes landed on a timid kitten, its fur a mirror image of Mario's but with a playful spark in its eyes. "Luigi," Kyle whispered, the name coming to him as naturally as if the kitten had introduced itself. It was perfect. Mario and Luigi.

Bringing Luigi home, Kyle introduced him to Mario and within hours the house was filled with the sound of paws chasing and meows.

Kyle found himself laughing, genuinely amused by the antics of his two cats. He'd set up cardboard boxes as makeshift forts, watching as Mario and Luigi darted in and out, their playful battles a stark contrast to the memories Kyle held from the field.

"Alright, Luigi, let's see if you can take on the veteran," Kyle chuckled, dangling a toy mouse before them. The two cats leaped, their movements synchronized in the hunt. "Ah, teamwork. See, this is the kind of backup I've been talking about."

[dontyouworrydaddy]

he‘s so fine…

I have something rlly rlly inappropriate to say. 😄🫶🏽

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𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒

Mike Schmidt x fem! Reader

summary: It‘s your and Mike‘s second year anniversary 💘💘

warning: none :)

A/N: this is soooo short and I‘m so sorry :( Also I‘m sorry for disappearing for so suddenly. I literally had a mental breakdown because of tumblr and not saving the fanfic I wrote💀 Yes I‘m dramatic… But to be fair it was very well written etc. etc.

Anyways hope you enjoy. Love youuuu <333

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The city lights twinkled like distant stars and the beautiful view reminded you of Mike’s eyes. Always full with hope and twinkling with a bright light. It’s a thing you noticed about him in the early days of you guys dating.

Celebrating your two-year anniversary, Mike had planned everything to perfection - a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant followed by a romantic stroll through the park. The laughter and love-filled conversations made the evening magical.

"You know, I still can't believe it's been two years," Mike said, his eyes gleaming with affection.

"I know, right? It feels like just yesterday when we met. I can‘t believe how fast time passes by…" you replied, your heart swelling with happiness.

The park was beautifully quiet with just the gentle rustling of leaves creating a soothing melody. However, as the night grew deeper, a chill crept into the air, and your high heels began to make your feet ache.

"Mike, I think I'm getting a bit cold... and my feet are killing me," you said, trying to mask your discomfort.

Immediately, Mike stopped and took off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "You should have told me sooner, Y/N," he said, concern lacing his voice.

The warmth of his jacket was a welcome relief. You smiled, feeling cared for. "Thank you, Mike. You always know how to make me feel better."

As you continued to walk, your steps became slower due to the pain in your feet. Noticing this, Mike gently scooped you up in his arms without a word, carrying you as if you weighed nothing.

"Mike, you don't have to—"

"Shh, it's our special day. I want to take care of you," he interrupted with a tender smile.

The world seemed to fade away as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The walk to his home was filled with comfortable silence, the kind only shared by two hearts in sync.

Arriving home, Mike carefully set you down on the sofa. "Let me get you into something more comfortable," he said, heading to his bedroom to fetch you some clothes.

Dressed in his old band shirtshirt and soft sweatpants (that is way too big for you), you felt a sense of belonging. Mike then led you to his bedroom, where he gently tucked you into bed, ensuring you were comfortable.

"Thank you for everything, Mike. Tonight was perfect," you murmured, your eyelids heavy with sleep.

"Anything for you, my beautiful beautiful love. My future wife. Happy anniversary," he replied, his voice soft and full of love.

Mike slid into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you. You snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and cherished. As you both drifted off to sleep, knowing the love you feel will never die. In fact, it will grow stronger each day passing.