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[mushrubes]

Opposites

Masterlist | Five nights at freddys masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Mike Schmidt by @/ykangel}

Pairing : best friend!Michael Schmidt x female!reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 1.5k

Content: best friends, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical

Have a great day !! 

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After entering Mike's apartment, bearing your usual upbeat and cheerful demeanour, you began to pester him incessantly, eyeing the papers he was fumbling with. "Mmhn," He grumbled dismissively, seemingly annoyed as he lightly pushed you aside, "What do you need? Can't it wait?" Despite his facade of annoyance, you could still sense the slightest amusement in his voice. "It's nice to see you too." you teased, nudging him slightly as you walked in, placing the bag of food on the counter. "You doing alright?" your voice was soft and genuine. "Mmhn," Mike mumbled, turning away from you, not looking up yet from where he was fiddling with his papers. Despite his grumbling, you were certain that, just like always, he did in fact enjoy your playful teasing. "Just doing a bit of work. And no, not really." He muttered in an unbothered way. "What'd you buy?"

"Got your favourite takeout. Gathered you hadn't eaten yet." you smiled softly, taking it out, and sorting out everyone's plates. "That was considerate of you." Mike grumbled, not sounding all that sincere, though he had a grin on his face. After glancing back at his papers, he looked at you straight on as you set out the plates. "So why'd you come over? You wanted to see my face or something, Sunshine?" he raised an eyebrow. "Is it a crime to visit my best friend?" you teased, ruffling his hair gently as you placed his plate down. "Hm." Mike mumbled, attempting to pull away slightly, though he gave in and stayed put, leaning back against the counter as you ruffled his hair. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" He muttered, sounding as unbothered as he could, though still grinning.

"You love me really." I chuckled, kissing the top of his head. Mike grumbled softly as you kissed his head, though he kept that warm grin. "Mmhn." He didn't show it but he did love when you made those sorts of gestures towards him. "Love's a strong word. I tolerate you at most." he responded but the grin on his face and the admiration in his voice. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you do, moon." you chuckled, grabbing Abby's plate to take to her. "I'll leave you in peace for a bit." you suggested. "Do you really have to?" Mike mumbled softly, not sounding all that pleased after you mentioned that you were leaving. "You know I enjoy your company, right?" He had a slight smile on his face, even if that smile was more fond than mischievous or flirtatious, but surely you knew that he liked your presence by now right?

"Do you want me to sit with you?" you asked softly, grinning at him. "Mmhhnn." Mike mumbled, not answering you directly but instead seeming to consider the offer quietly. It wasn't that hard to tell that he really did want you to stay, and you knew that even if he didn't outright say it. "Yeah… I'd like that." he said softly, glancing up at you from where he was leaning against the counter.

"Alright. Let me go give Abby her food and I'll be back."

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Mike finally finished up the paperwork and left his work behind as he joined you and Abby on the sofa, watching films. Abby seemed happy in your arms, comfortable and content with your comforting embrace. As for Mike, he was also content to be back amongst the two of you, watching as the two of you engaged in your little cuddle session. While he might not have said anything, the gentle way he watched you both made it clear that the sight was one that he found endearing, if not a little heartwarming. "You finished?" you asked, careful not to wake the sleeping girl on your lap. "Mhm. Just gotta put all of this somewhere," Mike murmured softly, looking over at the stack of papers and files he had set aside. Mike picked up the pile and placed it to the side, before walking over to the two of you. "She's really gotten attached to you, yknow?" Mike mumbled softly, glancing at Abby.

"I'm not surprised considering how often I'm over." you laughed softly, gently playing with her hair. "Yeah, I suppose that's true." Mike mumbled softly, glancing at Abby and smiling slightly. He didn't seem to have anything against the bond that you both shared, instead, he seemed happy at the two of you growing so close. Despite how aloof and cold he could occasionally be, you knew that deep down he was just a gentle soul, one that cared deeply for his loved ones. "You really love her a lot, don't you?" Mike muttered, his eyes now on you as his face clearly softened. "I love both of you a lot." you admitted quietly, resting your head on his shoulder."Mmhhnn." Mike mumbled softly, glancing down at you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You knew from his tone, as well as the gentleness with which he looked at you, that he was more than touched by your words. Mike reached forward and gently brushed a little bit of your hair out of your face, tucking a few locks behind your ear. "You've done a great job at raising her on your own, Mike," you assured, leaning closer to him. "Mhm." Mike muttered softly at your compliment, a small smile creeping onto his face. You were right though, Mike really had done a wonderful job at raising his little sister, he was doing his best to give her the same childhood he had always wished he could've had. "I didn't do it all alone though." Mike mumbled softly a moment later, slightly nodding towards you. "You've been there for us too"

"And I always will be, Mike." you muttered lovingly, kissing his cheek. "Mmhhnn," Mike murmured softly as you kissed his cheek, his cheeks slightly reddened as you did so. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, letting the calmness of the moment simply wash over you. Eventually, though, Mike spoke. "Sunshine?" he gently called. "..yeah?" I responded, my voice small. "Would it be alright if I… Uh… Nevermind." Mike mumbled softly, hesitating a moment and averting his gaze from your own. There was clearly something on his mind, however, he was hesitant about saying it out loud. "No, you can tell me, it's okay." I assured gently, rubbing his arm. Mike hesitated a moment, before finally taking a deep breath and looking you straight on. "Do you, uh… Would you like to maybe… go out with me? Just the two of us?" He mumbled softly, though it seemed obvious that what he was truly asking was if you would be his girlfriend.

"Mike Schmidt, are you asking me on a date?" you asked, unable to hide the massive grin making its way on your face. "Y-Yes. Yes, I am." Mike mumbled softly, his cheeks slightly red now as he looked away from you out of shame. It might not have been the smoothest, most romantic proposal ever, but Mike did get the main point across; that he wanted you to be his girlfriend. He couldn't really keep a straight face as he waited for your response. "I would love to go on a date with you, Mike. I'd love to be yours, my moon." you admitted softly, caressing his cheek as you called him your nickname. Mike blushed softly as you called him 'moon', he always did enjoy it when you called him that. "Really?" He mumbled softly, looking at you with the same fond and gentle expression that he always did when looking at you. "You really want to be mine?" He whispered, his tone of voice a bit surprised but also one that held a hint of hopefulness in it.

"Opposites attract." you teased, laughing softly as you kissed his nose. Mike grinned softly as you kissed his nose, his cheeks still slightly red from embarrassment. "Well, when you put it that way…" He chuckled jokingly. With that, Mike reached forward and gently pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn't just any kiss though, this was one filled with affection, that of true fondness and love for you. Mike was yours now, a truth he was more than happy to agree to, and so, he kissed you softly and lovingly. "I love you too." Mike mumbled softly, his arm now resting around you as he pulled you close to him. The two of you were finally together, it was as if a part of your life that was missing had finally slotted into place, making it all the more complete with the both of you being a couple. It had taken a while but finally, you had both managed to make it to this point, and so now you could go forth and tackle anything that life threw your way, just as long as you had each other.

[mushrubes]

I wait for you

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Javier Escuella by @/addynot}

Pairing : bf!Javier Escuella x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst

Word count : 1.4k

Warnings : established relationship, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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You and Javier laid in the grassy fields, just outside of camp. He watched the sky with intent, studying the white clouds which painted the sky. “Hey,” He spoke, turning his head to look at you. His eyes sparkled, a small smile on his lips, “What do you call that in English?” He asked, pointing to a butterfly which fluttered with the wind. Another gust of breeze flew by, causing the grass to tickle your arms and legs as you laid still in the field of flowers. "Butterfly." you responded, smiling softly as you held your arm out, allowing it to settle on your hand. “Butterfly.” He repeated, “Butterfly…” Javier looked at it as it settled down onto your arm, his voice filled with childlike awe as he looked at a creature he’d seen thousands of times in his life. He smiled, and laid back onto the grass, laying his eyes upon the sky again.

You smiled softly as another one settled down next to it, the two butterflies interacting with each other. "My mother always told me that two butterflies represented long-lasting commitment and eternal love." you explained, a soft chuckle escaping you as you watched the pair before looking back at him. “Really?” He asked, his voice still filled with awe at the two practically harmless creatures. “So those two butterflies — will they stay together forever?” Javier said, “Will they fly to the same places, and have the same destination? They will see the same things, and they won’t change for someone else?” he questioned, wanting to know more and his mind full of you. "…Yeah, I suppose so." Your voice was soft, a gentle look on your face as you watched the two fly off together, unaware of Javier's gaze on you.

Javier shifted in the grass to look at you, giving you a teasing half-smile as he looked at you. "You know…" He began, watching you as you looked at the butterflies, "What if it was us?" He responded, thinking. "I wish it could be." you responded quietly, eyes settling on the ground as the gang's circumstances dawned on you again, eyes gently welled with tears. “I wish it could be too…" He agreed softly, his voice also dampening with tearful regret, before he lifted his hand to wipe away the tears that fell from your eyebrows. “I wish we could leave.” He admitted, “Just me and you. Start a new life somewhere else… We could make a family… Raise children together…” He sighed gently. "We could. I told you Arthur offered us a way out if we side with him, Javi-" you reminded, your voice raising slightly with desperation.

Javier winced at the mention of Arthur’s name, his mouth twisting into a frown as he stared at the flowers which surrounded you both. “I can’t.” He whispered, shaking his head as he closed his eyes to try and block out reality. “I can’t betray Dutch like that. He’s like a father to me. He’s raised me for most of my life….” Javier tried to defend, his emotions conflicted. "You really believe Dutch? Javier, I know he's been family but that man has gone insane." you argued, your face contorting into disbelief as you looked at your lover. Javier’s eyebrows creased with frustration as you tried to convince him otherwise. It was clear your words were only falling on deaf ears, as Javier was firm in his beliefs. “I can’t help it.” He replied, his voice filled with frustration, “He means so much to me. What can I do? Just abandon the man who did the most to take care of me?” He said.

"And what about me? What about us? We can finally have the life we dream of, Javier-" you debated, voice wavering as you couldn't believe the situation. The word “us” hit him squarely in the chest and he flinched, sighing as he looked at the ground. “I…” He began, but he paused, realizing the words he needed to say. His eyes darted as he searched for the words he needed. Us or Dutch. “I can’t.” He finally admitted, after a long while of consideration, “I just can’t.” he mumbled. The dam broke, your tears streaming as you nodded, taking in his words as you sat up. "Right. Yeah. Of course he's more important." your voice was bitter, something Javier wasn't used to hearing. The look on his face grew colder, as his brow creased with hurt, “Do NOT say that.” He said, in a stern voice, “He’s NOT more important! I love you!” He continued with growing intensity, “You’re the most important thing in my life! But if I betray him, what does that make me? A coward? A backstabbing traitor?” His voice raised.

"You said you'd follow me anywhere." your voice is now quiet and small, the damage evident. Javier paused, his voice quieting down. It was true. It had been a promise, one he had intended to follow through with. “I… I can’t.” He finally admitted, “You know I can't follow you there. I can’t go and betray him. Do you really think I can be the man you want?” he questioned, his regret clear as he looked at you, his heart dropping. You sat in silence for a few minutes before letting out a scoff, a bitter laugh escaping. "Course not. I was a fool for thinking you were different than them, Escuella." Your voice cold, face now unreadable. His expression hardened as your words filled his ears, and his heart was broken by it as well. It wasn’t often he was hurt by the harsh words of others, but her insults cut deep. The worst part of it was, deep down, he knew it was true.

“I…” He struggled for words to say, struggling to say anything that could mend the damage that you already felt within your heart. "I'm leaving this life, whether it's with you or not. I'm leaving tonight." You told him, getting up. Javier’s expression hardened even more. He struggled to speak, as the air tightened around his throat. It couldn’t end like this. No. Not after all you’ve been through together. “Don’t do this.” He finally said, with a look of desperate sadness in his eyes. "I can't do this any longer, Javier. I'm not an outlaw." your voice was almost a whisper, tears streaming as you cupped his cheek. His expression softened upon seeing your tears, though his voice kept a hard edge as he spoke. “Do you really think I want this?” Javier's tone was stern, as he looked at you with pleading eyes. “It’s easy for you. But if I leave, I’m betraying everything they stand for. But if I stay with them, then I betray you.” he debated quietly.

"Are they dearer than I?" you asked, eyes full of pleading as you gazed at his. The silence was deafening, and Javier’s heart broke with each passing second… As you continued to plea him, begging for some sort of answer from him. He didn’t want to answer. He didn’t want to have to make the hard decision. His eyes stayed on the ground, and he shook his head slightly as he responded. “Don’t make me answer that.” he pleaded, unable to meet your eyes, the guilt swarming him. "I'll wait for you until midnight. If you don't show, I'm leaving anyway." you informed him, not willing to change your mind. This was your chance of getting out, and you weren't going to waste it.

Javier looked up at you with a pained look, as his expression was one of conflict and confusion. “Please,” That was all he said, “Please don’t do this to us. Please.” He tried to beg, not noticing his attempts were futile. You kissed his lips one last time softly, pulling away before he could pull you in, giving him one last look. "I love you." And with that, you turned around, heading back to camp to pack your stuff for tonight. All you could do was hope he'd realised. And no matter what, you'd stay waiting for him.

Javier's expression broke as you pulled away, as he watched you leave. He wanted nothing more than to hold you close to him again, as the familiar sensation of loneliness and regret crept over him. The sound of your footsteps against the ground haunted him, as his thoughts became a whirl of confusion and self-doubt. What was he supposed to do? You couldn’t do this to him. To abandon each other again…

He couldn’t let those footsteps get away from him again.

[mushrubes]

Bags

Masterlist | The last of us masterlist

Requested : No

Song : Bags - Clairo

Pairing : Joel Miller x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff + angst

Contents : mutual pinning, grumpy + sunshine, canon divergent, slightly wholesome <3

Word count :  3k

Have a great day / night !!

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Every second counts

I don't wanna talk to you anymore,

The house was peaceful for once. Ellie was out with friends, Joel was sitting at the kitchen counter, fixing a new guitar he'd managed to find for Ellie while you were sat aimlessly staring into space, the TV in the background only on for a sense of comfort. Quietly, you admired the older male in front of you, noticing all the big or small features you'd noted many times. The way his face contorted when he was focused, his hand occasionally brushing through his salt and pepper curls, the little humming he'd do sometimes. You were so lost in thought, that you hadn't even realised Ellie had returned, a smug grin on her face as she noticed where your gaze lay.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked, a knowing look on her face, giggling as she saw the flustered expression settle on yours with a soft blush on your cheeks. "Just...thinking." you responded, clearing your throat as you brushed her off. She raised an eyebrow, going to say something before you nudged her side. "Not a word, kiddo." you mumbled, sending her a look as she laughed softly, nodding. "Secrets safe with me." she assured, a soft grin on her face as she looked over at him before back at you. What you had missed, with the lovestruck grin on Joel's face as he watched you interact with the girl he'd come to love like a daughter.

All these little games

You can call me by the name I gave you

Yesterday

"Ellie, be nice." you reminded before bursting into laughter with her, unable to hold it back as she called Joel a 'grumpy, old man'. He let out a huff, rubbing his face. "Alright, alright, go, just be safe." he grumbled, earning a grin from Ellie who thanked him before running off to see her girlfriend. "Grumpy, huh?" you teased, causing him to roll his eyes, a small grin on his face. "Stop it." he warned, his usual stern expression softening as he looked over at you, pulling you into his side softly. "She's not wrong, y'know." you teased, Joel groaning in response before he gently gave you a nudge. "I hate you." he jokingly responded, heading back into the house, and letting you run to catch up with him.

"Well you're not exactly a sunshine are you?"

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Sleepily stumbling down the stairs to the kitchen, you tugged your blanket around you a bit tighter, letting out a small yawn. "Mornin' sunshine." Joel greeted, a smirk on his face as he chuckled in amusement, pulling you in for a brief hug. "Morning, grumps." you muttered, feeling Joel's chest rumble with his soothing chuckle. "Cold?" he asked softly, his fingers carefully running through your hair, caressing the back of your head. You let out a small hum of agreement, nuzzling into his chest.

"Sit down. I'll make your favourite hot chocolate."

Every minute counts

I don't wanna watch TV anymore 

Can you figure me out?

Just doin' to waste more time on the couch

It felt like it had been hours since you, Joel and Ellie had sat down and started watching whatever old movies he had found in a random box in the attic, finding a way for the three of you to somehow kill some time. You were sat in the middle, with Joel on your left and Ellie on your right. The recliner was up, your legs on one half while Joels was on the other, but a small amount of space in between.

Throughout the movie, the gap between the two of you slowly gets smaller, with only a slither of space in between that stops you two from touching. As Ellie had gotten up to go to bed, you could see Joel's arm that was closest to you raise, your cheeks a light shade of red as you braced yourself for the contact that never came. But you were right. He was going to put it around you, but he backed out last second, silently cursing himself as he saw the disappointed look on your face.

Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time

I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine

The pair of you were riding back in from patrol, laughing at a corny dad joke he had said. "God, you've been spending too much time with Ellie." you teased, earning a chuckle and an amused look from the older male, sending his usual smile to you. "My jokes are better than those puns." he joked, both of you knowing that really, even though he'd never verbally admit it, he did sometimes approve of Ellie's puns - even if they did come from that shitty book.

He helped you off your horse, making sure to put both of them back into the stables and shut them properly before walking back over to you. "You alright? You look like you have something on your mind." he asked, his stern demeanour melting away and his face now soft as the concern was evident in his voice. "I...uh..." you responded, clearing your throat as you tried to think of an excuse.

"Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me." he assured seriously, his hand finding yours and intertwining, squeezing comfortingly. He ran his thumb along your hand soothingly, trying to help you as much as he could for now. "I was wondering-" you started, but was interrupted by a voice calling out to Joel. "Joel! Tommy said he needs your help, like urgently!" Ellie shouted out, jogging over to the pair, not noticing you sighing in defeat.

Joel shot you an apologetic look as he nodded at Ellie. "We can talk about this later?" he murmured softly, the sadness in his eyes clear. "Don't worry about it." you brushed off, a slight bitterness in your tone which caused him to quietly wince but nod regardless. He looked at you one last time before he quickly headed off to Tommy's house, Ellie looked between you two confused. "...Did I interrupt something?" she asked, a slight look of remorse on her face, sighing as she watched you start to walk back to the house, running to catch up.

Can you see me using everything to hold back?

I guess this could be worse

Walkin' out the door with your bags

"Are you sure about this?" you sighed softly, the worry clear in your expression as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him pack. Joel had agreed to go out for a few days with Tommy, in an attempt to find any extra supplies that could be helpful. "Hey, we'll be fine. I'll be back before you know it." Joel tried to assure, unable to ignore the small feeling in his gut that always gave him 'What if' scenarios he'd tried to learn to ignore.

"I know, I just..." you sighed, moving in slightly. "I'm just scared something might happen, y'know?" you admitted, slightly hesitant of what his response would be, unsure of how he'd react. He shot you a small smile before pulling you into a gentle hug. It was hard for either of you to miss how perfectly your bodies fit together, your head tucked into his chest as his head rested atop yours, gently swaying.

"I'll always come home to you. You know that."

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Pour your glass of wine

Mitchell told me I should be just fine

Cases under the bed

Spill it open, let it rush to my head

Ellie was out with friends, leaving just you and Joel at home. He'd managed to find a bottle of wine you both loved (he didn't find it, Tommy got it from the bar in Jackson for him) and the two of you were going to have a relaxing night in. You were rummaging through a box of vinyls that you'd managed to collect throughout the years from patrols or when you and Joel had been exploring in previous years, settling on "A case of you".

Joel had finished pouring the two glasses of wine, watching you dance with an amused smile on his face as he took a gulp. You held a hand out, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. "No, no, I don't dance." he denied, taking another drink of his wine as you did the same. You kept grinning at him, not retreating your hand as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He let out a defeated sigh, taking your hand and slow dancing with you, the usual tension filling the room. He could never say no to you.

I don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut corners

Savour this with everything I have inside of me

"I don't get it. Why don't you just tell her?" Ellie huffed, walking alongside Joel as they patrolled around the outside of Jackson. "I don't like them, Ellie." he tried to lie, hoping she'd think the tinted redness of his cheeks was due to the cold weather. "Oh come on! You're not fooling anyone with that. I can feel the tension-" she carried on, Joel's hand coming up and covering her mouth to not let her finish that sentence, giving her a look. Ellie sighed, pushing his hand away.

"Look, I'm just saying. It's clear you both have feelings, why don't you just be straightforward?" she huffed, kicking a rock as they made their way back to the gate. He let out an annoyed huff in response. "Because it's not that easy. They don't deserve to be stuck with someone like me. Now I don't want to hear a single word more about it." He ordered, a cold and unreadable look on his face to cover up with vulnerability he almost showed, storming ahead of Ellie. He wasn't ready to lose you yet. 

I'm not the type to run, I know that we're having fun

But what's the rush? Kissing, then my cheeks are so flushed

Joel let out a slight huff in the mirror as he got dressed, regretting having agreed to go to the baby shower - but it was his brothers, after all. He had to. You walked in, Joel immediately admiring how you looked in your outfit, the colour suiting you. He loved it when you wore your favourite colour, you always looked good to him. "You okay?" you asked softly, bringing him out of his thoughts as he nodded, grunting as his tie kept annoying him. You didn't say a word - you didn't have to. You walked over, gently pushing his hands away and tying it for him. "We don't have to go if it's too much, Joel, I'm sure Tommy would understand." you suggested, frowning as you knew why it was bothering him, considering his late daughter.

"No, no, it's the least I could do." he mumbled, his arms subconsciously wrapping around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours as he peered down at you, a small smile on your face. "Thank you." he whispered. He didn't say it often but he didn't need to. You knew. You knew how grateful he was for both you and Ellie, you knew how much he prioritised and thought about both of you, he made sure to show how important both of you were to him through actions, not being one to trust his words.

You bit your lip, trying to think of something to say back, both of you looking at each other with pure love in your eyes. You couldn't even comprehend what you were doing as you leaned in, your lips intertwining with his, a soft but passionate kiss being shared between the pair of you. All you could do was hope this wouldn't make things awkward.

Tell you how I felt

Sugar coated melting in your mouth

His eyes stayed on you the entire party, no matter what was happening. He stood with his brother, a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with other people at the party, especially Maria, Tommy's wife. His thoughts trailed, thinking about how life could be with you being his. You, him and Ellie being a family of three, with Tommy and Maria together along with their soon baby. He felt nostalgic, watching you interact with not only Ellie but the other children there, noting your parental nature.

A part of him wished he'd met you sooner, wondering what life would have been like if he'd met you before the outbreak, wondering if you'd get together, wondering if you'd treat Sarah how you treated Ellie. His brother didn't say anything but he could see what Ellie had been saying to him. She was right, it wasn't hard for anyone to see how enamoured the two of you were with each other.

Tommy chuckled to himself as he watched you wave at him, Joel waving back as he approached you, standing close to you as he made conversation. "You're right, kiddo." he hummed, standing next to Ellie who nodded, grinning. "Wanna bet when they'll finally get together?"

Pardon my emotions

I should probably keep it all to myself

Know you'd make fun of me

The kiss had been replaying in his mind all night, stopping him from being able to sleep as he sighed quietly, looking over at you next to him, taking in your sleeping form. You always looked ethereal to him, whether it was when you'd just woken up, hair all messy and in old pjs or you were dressed nice. The thought of confessing crossed his mind constantly but he just couldn't. A part of him wanted to do a sweet confession - take you out for dinner or something, bring you flowers and tell you how much you meant to him. But he just couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it. There were so many reasons in his head why it would be wrong. He was almost double your age. He wasn't good with his emotions as it was. You were such a light in his life - his sunshine - you didn't deserve someone as grumpy as him.

He let out a sigh, noticing you shivering from the cold air filling the house. Pulling you into him, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, taking in how peaceful you looked, chuckling as your 'sleeping' form nuzzled into him - he hadn't noticed you were awake. He continued, nuzzling into your neck, pressing some soft pecks against it. "One day, I promise." he mumbled, caressing the back of his head. You could've sworn you heard him whisper 'I love you' before his snores filled the room, but you shook it off, assuring yourself it was just you being tired.

Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time

I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine

Weeks passed, every day leaving you hoping for something - anything to happen. Nothing. He'd almost become more hesitant after the kiss, neither of you bringing it up to the other, almost silently agreeing that it never happened. Everything else continued as normal - the 'subtle' glances, the tension in the room, hell, even the constant almost crossing the line between lovers and friends but it never actually happened. You'd had enough of it when he spoke to you as if nothing was going on, deciding you'd confront him later on in the evening. You just hoped nothing would go wrong.

Can you see me using everything to hold back?

I guess this could be worse

Walkin' out the door with your bags

"Can we talk?" you asked quietly, sitting down on the sofa once Ellie had gone to bed. Unlike last time, there was clear space between the two of you, almost as if it would hurt if you made the slightest bit of contact. "What's up?" he asked nonchalantly, not looking away from the television to look at you. "The kiss the other week, Joel. We can't just pretend it didn't happen-" you started, running a hand through your hair in frustration. He still didn't look up, but his body clearly tensed as he heard you. "What about it?" he asked, his voice now unreadable. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, confused as to why he was suddenly being so shut off and cold towards you.

"What did it mean-" you started before he huffed, sitting up and looking at you, his face cold and stern. "It meant nothing." he responded, the room going quiet. You blinked a few times, registering what he had said. "...What?" you asked, not believing you had heard him properly, almost certain you had misheard his words. "It meant nothing." he repeated, biting his cheek as he lied to you, hands gripped in fists at his side.

And then it happened. He could see the disappointed look on your face, the heartbreak evident. His guilt only got worse as he saw your eyes well as you nodded, taking deep breaths as you got up. "Okay. Thanks for clearing that up." you responded, but he immediately noticed how small your voice was, how it wavered. He wanted to stand up, pull you into his arms, tell you he was lying. But to him? Pushing you away was the best idea. He zoned out as you said goodnight, his gut dropping as he saw the tears you thought you were hiding roll down your face as you walked off, leaving him alone in the living room. He slumped down in his armchair, head in his hands. What had he done?

Walkin' out the door with your bags

[mushrubes]

Uncharted Masterlist

Masterlist | Prompts

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[mushrubes]

Secret santa

Masterlist | Resident Evil masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Leon Kennedy by @/moolvn}

Pairing : rookie!Leon Kennedy x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 1.8k

Content: Swear words, mutual pinning, slightly ooc :)

Have a great day !! <3

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Leon was decorating a Christmas tree in the lobby of the police station when he noticed you walk in. The partner who he has a secret crush on and has to buy a gift for during the RPD's Secret Santa event. He smiled and waved you over, handing you a few ornaments so you could decorate together. “Hey, uh, I was talking to the who is assigned to you for Secret Santa. They wanted me to ask what you want for Christmas.” He’s terrible at keeping secrets, so you’re bound to find out it’s him. "Oh! uh…let me think." you smiled softly as you put a few ornaments on. "I don't have anything in particular but I could tell you my interests?"

Leon blushed. He definitely shouldn’t have signed up for this event. "Go ahead, I don’t mind." He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, waiting for you to tell him more. "Well...I like music, video games…" you listed off, picking up a few more ornaments and helping to decorate. "What kind of music?" Leon leaned a little closer. His cheeks were turning red. "What type of games do you like?" He smirked, his puppy dog eyes full of hope, wondering whether or not you would talk about any that he has played before. "For music, pretty much anything - as long as it's not country." you laughed gently, seeing him agree.

"I completely agree." Leon nodded and felt relieved that he was on the same page about country music. "What about games?" He glanced over at the clock, wondering how much longer he could put off making the big reveal that he's your Santa. "As for games…I really like the story games. Some of my favourites are Red Dead and the last of Us." you responded, eyes sparkling at the thought of the games. "Those are my favourites, too!" Leon perked up. It’s like you two can read each other's minds. He smiled and continued helping you decorate the tree, trying to maintain a poker face while he felt every ounce of his feelings for you building up inside. "No way!" You laughed, face lighting up.

Leon couldn’t contain himself anymore. The blush spread on his cheeks. His heart was pounding so hard it sounded like thunder. He hoped you didn’t see just how much he was starting to fall in love with you. “Yeah, way! You have such good taste in games!” Leon tried, but he could not keep from glancing at you. "We should play together sometime," you suggested, cheeks lightly red as you looked at him. Leon couldn’t believe his ears. It was like all of his Christmas wishes came true at once. He was so excited. Was that an invitation for us to…actually play together? Leon wanted this so badly. It would be like some sort of romantic movie dreamdate. Just sitting on the couch playing games with the person of your dreams. He was already sweating just thinking about it. “I would love to play with you!”

"What about you? what do you hope to get for secret Santa? what do you like?" you asked, wanting to get to know him a bit better. “Hmmm.” Leon had never even thought about that question. He couldn’t care less about the gift he would receive. In fact, he was more excited about what gift he was giving to you. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you realized it was from him… He didn’t mention any of that, of course. “Just something that I would be able to use for work. Maybe like, a new handgun or something?” You nodded, humming as you finished putting the lights on the tree. "That would be a good present." Leon chuckled to himself. He didn't really care about receiving a new gun at all. He just wanted to come across as manly and tough. That was all. He looked up when he heard you hum. That was quite pretty. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with them right now. "What are you humming?"

"oh, just a song by my favourite band, Sleep Token." you smiled at him, continuing to hum. Leon was stunned. It felt like you read his mind again. Sleep Token? He loved Sleep Token. He didn’t think there were many other people out there who listened to them “You like Sleep Token?” Is this person too perfect? You nodded, eyes widening slightly as you realised. "yeah. do you listen to them too?" Leon was shocked. How was this happening? What are the odds that the Secret Santa that would be giving you a gift is obsessed with some of your favourite bands? "They're my favourite band. What songs are your favourite? Mine are Jaws and Hypnosis, they're like one long song. I can't listen to one without the other."

"No way! Mine are Granite and the love you want!" You grinned, eyes lingering on him slightly too long before continuing to finish the lights on the tree. "We're pretty alike, huh?" Leon was in awe of how perfectly you seemed to align with all of his interests. "We have excellent taste in music, that's for sure." Leon couldn’t stop glancing at you, smiling from ear to ear. This felt like a dream. "I don't think I know anyone who loves Sleep Token as much as I do. It really is my favourite band, and I listen to them pretty much all the time."

"I was hoping to get tickets to their concert but they're all sold out." You sighed softly, chuckling gently. "that would be the best present ever." A lightbulb went off inside Leon’s head. Is this what I think it is?? “You wanted to see them in concert? But you couldn’t get tickets?” Leon thought about the tickets he got from a friend just a few days ago. Tickets to…Sleep Token. The greatest present he could give. You gasped softly as you noticed the time on the clock "I should go get ready for the party. I'll see you later?" you smiled softly at him.

Leon smiled. He couldn’t believe he got so lucky to end up as your partner this year. He couldn’t wait for the secret to be revealed so he could finally tell you how much he loves you. “Yeah, I'll see you later.” Leon leaned in, trying to keep it subtle, but he couldn’t resist a quick kiss on your cheek before watching you leave.

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Leon anxiously scanned the crowd trying to find you. He was holding an oddly shaped present covered in Christmas wrap and ribbon. As the room filled with more and more people, Leon began sweating from how anxious he was to find you. What if someone took your present before you got there? Or even worse, somebody else already gave you a gift, before he even got a chance to. "Leon!" You called, waving as you made your way over to him, a present in your hand. Leon’s eyes lit up when he saw it was you. His heart beat quickly. He was trying to hide a nervous sweat. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you!” Leon noticed you had already found a present. Oh no…did someone get to you first?

"Merry Christmas." you grinned, handing it to him "I'm your secret Santa." Leon’s eyes lit up. He cannot believe his ears. This is really happening? “I’m yours as well? No way! This is so crazy.” Leon cannot contain himself. The blush on his cheeks is spreading across his entire face. It’s just so crazy how much we have in common with each other. He takes the present and quickly unwraps it, wanting to see what you got for him. Leon’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Not only was it the exact handgun he would’ve asked for, but it had all of his favourite elements engraved on it, and the lyrics from his favourite Sleep Token song. This wasn’t just his favourite gun, this was his dream gun. “You actually got me…I…I cannot believe how much you paid attention to what I said.”

"I'm yours as well? Are you my secret Santa too?" you giggled softly, cupping his cheek. "I'm glad you like it." The blush on Leon’s cheeks continued to grow as you touched his cheek. He felt like he was in a dream. The person who he was completely in love with had a secret Santa gift for him that was even better than the one he was going to give them. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to end up with such a beautiful person as you as his secret Santa partner. “Yeah, haha. I am yours as well. Here, let me give it to you.” He smiled at you nervously as he pulled the present he had in his other hand out of his coat. your eyebrows furrowed softly as you opened the wrapping paper and the envelope, eyes widening and a gasp escaping as you saw the tickets. "you didn't."

“But I did!” Leon couldn’t believe how much he’d fallen for this person. How much he was willing to spoil them. How much he valued them. If only they knew how much I really loved them, then we’d be a happy couple instead of just partners. The tickets were two, and they were front row for Sleep Token. Not just any tickets, but the ones most people would kill to get their hands on. "But they were sold out, how did you-" Your face was lit up, eyes welled out of excitement. Leon laughed. There was no way he was ever going to let you know how he’d gotten them, but he was having too much fun playing with you. “I worked my magic to get them.” He smirked.

He couldn’t wait to spend time with you at the concert. “Are you excited?” You laughed softly, nodding as your happy tears escaped, hugging him tightly. "Very. Thank you, le. they're the best present ever." Leon's heart pounded like a drum. This was it. they were in his arms. They were hugging. He could smell their perfume. He couldn't wait to spend the evening with them, watching their eyes shine as Sleep Token performed on stage. Leon smiled as he couldn't help but hug them back. "You're welcome. I wanted to make sure you could finally go see them in concert." "

Hey…" You paused for a second, cheeks tinting as you looked up at him. "Maybe…maybe we could make it a date?" You asked nervously, a cheeky grin on your face. Leon’s heart skipped multiple beats. A date? Do you mean a romantic date? He wasn’t quite sure he had heard you correctly, but he was now even more surer than ever how much he’d fallen for you. A date would be like living the dream. It would be like the best Christmas present he could ever get. It would be…perfect. He smiled, nodding his head and letting out a giddy laugh.

“I would love that.”

[mushrubes]

Hii, can I request a RE6 Leon Kennedy scenario with the prompt “Let’s go out. Just the two of us”, it can be about the reader and Leon being work partners for a long time, sometimes after missions they go out and drink with other people from the work. In one of those hangings reader invites him to go on a date or something like that.

Reader doesn’t necessarily have to be so flirty it can be more of a idk awkward? Like, when you’re about to ask someone out but never have done it before so things kinda turn awkward but cute(?

I’m so embarrassed, sorry if my idea is bad, I don’t have much creativity, I just will love to see some Leon Kennedy fluff written by you

hello!!

Apologies for this being super late, i had a massive writers block for this but i hope it turned out nice!!

You can find it here :)

enjoy <3

[mushrubes]

A date

Masterlist | Resident Evil masterlist

Requested : yes

'Hii, can I request a RE6 Leon Kennedy scenario with the prompt “Let’s go out. Just the two of us”, it can be about the reader and Leon being work partners for a long time, sometimes after missions they go out and drink with other people from the work. In one of those hangings reader invites him to go on a date or something like that.

Reader doesn’t necessarily have to be so flirty it can be more of a idk awkward? Like, when you’re about to ask someone out but never have done it before so things kinda turn awkward but cute'

Pairing : Leon Kennedy x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 1.9k

Content: Swear words, mutual pinning, slightly ooc :)

Have a great day !! <3

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You'd just gotten back from a mission with the group, all of you agreeing to meet at the local bar to celebrate how successful the mission had been. You'd been the last to show up with Jill, greeting Chris and Carlos who were sat at the table. Your eyes wandered around the room, looking for a certain blonde, unable to find him. You were searching around for Leon when you heard that familiar voice to your left. "I'm right here," he spoke in a soft, calming voice, a slight smile on his face. He had a beer in one hand and his other hand rested in his pocket. "who said I was looking for you?" You teased jokingly, looking at your long-time work partner, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks.

"I can read you like an open book. I knew exactly what you were thinking when you walked in." Leon chuckled, taking a sip from his beer. He looked over at you, staring at you for a moment before speaking again. "You know, it's always a joy to see you." he responded, his voice genuine. "It's always a joy to see you too. How's your arm holding up?" You asked softly, looking over the bandage. Leon followed your gaze to the wound on his arm. "Oh, it's just a scratch, nothing I can't handle" Leon chuckled, looking up at you, his eyes shining with emotion. "I know I've told you this before, but I just have to say, you look absolutely beautiful tonight." He complimented, eyes soft. Leon looked at you , his eyes starting to glaze over, he was becoming infatuated with you all over again. he looked away for a second, a light blush forming on his cheeks. "Um, thank you. You're sweet. You should know that." He chuckled before finishing off his beer.

"Hey, uh..."You paused, your nerves getting the best of you. You took a deep breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your sides. Leon raised an eyebrow, looking back at you "Yes?" he gave you a soft, gentle smile as he waited for your response, listening intently to every word you would say. "Let's go out. Just the two of us." you got out, cheeks tinted. Leon felt his heart skip a beat as he heard you suggest a date. He took a minute to collect himself, trying to come up with a response "That sounds… that sounds amazing to me. I would love to go out as just the two of us. When were you thinking? Saturday night?" he paused for a second, his eyes glued to you, waiting on their response. Leon smiled as he looked at you, their quick response caught him off guard, but the fact that their was so excited made everything all the better

"Well, it looks like I have a date with the prettiest person in the city this Saturday night. I'm gonna have to think of something special to do for you."

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The cool autumn breeze and dark, cloudy sky made the entrance to the haunted corn maze even more creepy. Faint screams from participants could be heard from the corn maze. Leon wanted to visit a spooky attraction with you. He thought it was the perfect date idea considering Halloween was just around the corner. He turned to look at you and gave you an excited smile. His hand found yours and interlocked them together, squeezing gently. “Don’t be afraid to grab onto me if you get too scared.” he assured, a smug grin on his face as he looked down at you. "You're more likely to grab onto me." You teased, grinning at him.

Leon grinned at your sassy remark. “Oh, is that right?” He said, a challenge in his voice. The pair of you walked hand in hand into the corn maze. Shadows cast by the low sun rays made the atmosphere seem even more ominous. The sweet scent of fall air wafted by your nose. Leon noticed the nervous tension in you and his voice softened. “It’s alright. I’m right here,” he assured, thumb rubbing your hand. "I know, I know," you said softly, smiling weakly at him. He squeezed your hand gently and smiled as you looked up at him. The pair of you walked through the corn maze. You felt his strong presence next to you, making you feel safe. Leon noticed some movement between the corn stalks. “Ready to be scared?”

You nodded, gripping his hand slightly tighter. Leon chuckled softly as you squeezed his hand, showing your nervousness while waiting for a scare. Leon had a teasing grin as you both made your way deeper into the maze. The screams from other participants got louder the more the two of you walked deeper into the maze. Leon looked at the corn behind you, noticing movement between the stalks, a sign of an upcoming scare. As the two of you walked, Leon slowed down a bit.

He noticed you start to tense up, and heard you let out a sharp inhale when you saw movement behind the corn. Leon gripped your hand tightly, a signal for you to stay close and follow him out of range of whatever was hiding within the corn. You couldn't see exactly what was behind there, but its shape was enough to cause you to feel a slight chill. Leon squeezed your hand again and led you out of the maze, making sure to stay close to you in case of any scare attacks from any side - neither of you noticed the clown approaching behind.

Leon stayed vigilant as you continued to walk the corn maze. You both kept your senses sharp, waiting for a scare to happen anytime. As you were both focusing on the front, both of you failed to notice the clown sneaking up behind you. The clown was very adept at sneaking up on unsuspecting visitors. It was a skill that the workers in the maze were notorious for. The clown had now positioned itself behind the two of you. It was so quiet that it managed to slip right behind you without an inch of detection.

Now it was just waiting for the right moment. The clown stayed still, staying silent and waiting for the right moment. It was looking right at you. The clown's breath was now visible due to the temperature change. You could feel its presence behind you, just waiting. Both a good and bad feeling. Leon was still keeping a close eye on the front and behind him, not noticing that the clown had managed to slip behind you. The clown raised its head as if to check if anyone was looking at it. It made its move now, raising a blood-stained machete up into the air.

Leon noticed you started to scream. He heard a loud metallic sound, that must have been the machete that the clown had just swung at you. Leon acted fast, rushing towards you and tackling you away from the clown. The machete came crashing down on the corn maze, slicing right through the stalks. Leon quickly dragged you both towards the exit, the clown was still chasing after you both. Leon pushed the both of you against the maze wall, your backs pressed against the hard surface.

You were shaking slightly, cheeks pink from embarrassment at your fear. Leon looked at you and squeezed your hand reassuringly. The sudden adrenaline had caused him to start getting into his work mode, but his look of concern remained. He noticed the trembling in you and smiled a little, finding it somewhat cute. He noticed the pinkness in your cheeks from the embarrassment of fear and chuckled softly. "You okay?" He asked, looking away to check if the clown was nearby before turning his attention back to you.

You nodded, intertwining your hands and walking out of the maze with him, too embarrassed to speak. The two of you exited the small haunted corn maze, breathing heavily from the scare. Leon looked at you and smiled at the pinkness in your cheeks from the blush of embarrassment. He squeezed your hand as he looked down at you and chuckled. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed for being scared. Everybody has fears." He reassured you. "And it wasn't just you who that clown managed to surprise too. At least 25 people have reported seeing that thing just today. It's a professional at sneaking up on people."

"Still-" you sighed softly, looking at the ground. Leon noticed the defeat and disappointment in your tone. He was still holding onto your hand and looked down at you. He smiled reassuringly. "There's no shame whatsoever in admitting that you got scared. Everybody has fears, just like I do. And even if you're embarrassed, the fact that you've managed to keep your cool and go on this date with me says something about your character." He said, squeezing your hand softly. You smiled, walking with him away from the maze. "What do you wanna do now?"

Leon thought for a few seconds, contemplating what to do next. He wanted to do something that wasn't related to horror or anything spooky, considering what just happened at the corn maze. He had a sudden idea for the date. "How about I take your mind off that scare and we visit the pumpkin patch?" He asked, looking you in the eyes. "..yeah. we could get two and carve pumpkins tomorrow?" you suggested, grinning at him. Leon smiled a little and laughed at the thought of carving pumpkins together. “Definitely.” He said, still amused by the thought. He squeezed your hand and his expression went from amusement to seriousness as he had an important question to ask. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

"go ahead." You nodded as you headed to the pumpkin patch. Leon had been enjoying the fun-loving and cheerful side of you that he had seen throughout the date, but his expression changed to one of seriousness as he looked over at you during the journey to the pumpkin patch. “I know it's a little early to ask, but I was wondering if we could go out on another date? We've had a lovely date so far, especially with the little horror element in the haunted corn maze, and I'd like to know if we could keep seeing each other.” His cheeks were a light pink, eyes full of love. "I'd…I'd love to go on another date with you. I enjoy hanging out with you - more than just being your partner at work." you giggled, squeezing his hand.

Leon's expression brightened once this had registered in his brain. He was delighted! He thought that he would be too pushy if he asked you to be official already, so being told that you'd like to continue seeing him was the most perfect answer he could have received. "Awesome!" He said, squeezing your hand with enthusiasm, "Well, now that you mention work, I was going to ask you something else." You tilted your head in curiosity, silently telling him to keep going.

"Would you maybe… Be interested in maybe being my partner?" He asked, a little uneasy because he didn't want to be too pushy or too fast in asking. "Don't feel obligated to answer immediately. We can see each other for a little while longer in a romantic context before you decide if you want to commit. Just a proposal from me for consideration in the future if you do end up having feelings for me." Leon said. Your cheeks went red and you grinned at him, eyes full of adoration.

"I'd love to."

[mushrubes]

The best gift

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { John Price by @/ScarletEmpress}

Pairing : husband!John Price x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Content:  cuties in love, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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John's heart thunders in his chest, hammering against his ribcage like artillery fire. His military-issued boots slog through the snow-covered ground, biting cold and cutting through the fabric of his uniform, yet he hardly feels it. His eyes remain fixed on the front door, recalling the broken promise and sorrowful words he spoke to you over the phone a few days ago. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I won’t be able to make it. Perhaps it was his stubbornness, the Christmas miracle, or sheer force of will - John has managed to secure a few days of leave, and now stands before the doorway with a bouquet of red roses in hand. He knocks twice on the door, wishing nothing more than to be welcomed home with the warmth of your embrace. You let out a soft gasp as you opened the door and your eyes settled on him, immediately throwing yourself into his arms.

John's breath caught in his throat, the sight of you almost enough to leave tears in his eyes. You wrap your arms tightly around him, embracing him tightly as he pulls you closer. The fragrance of the roses tickles your nose, their petals brushing playfully against your soft skin. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart." He leans down to place a kiss on your lips, and you feel the warmth of his chest rise and fall from his rapid breathing. "But, you said-" You laughed softly, tears rolling. "You said you weren't gonna be home!" You smiled gently, swaying. John chuckles softly as he pulls you closer and kisses your cheek. "I know I did. I'm sorry for the fib, but I wanted it to be a surprise." There's a smile on his face, though you can also see the guilt and regret in his eyes. He's still worried about the harsh words he spoke over the phone, despite your quick forgiveness. "Do you believe in Christmas miracles?"

"I didn't until now." you giggled softly, cupping his face and pecking his lips. John smiles at you, his worry and remorse seeming to melt away in your presence. He kisses you back, more deeply this time, taking you in his strong arms and drawing you close. You feel his heart beating rapidly as it pounds against his chest, its ferocity matching the passion and love in his touch. As he pulls away, you notice a hint of stubble on his chin, his goatee a little less well-groomed than usual. But you don't mind, the sight of it actually endearing to you. "I love you, babe." You grinned, covering his face in kisses. "Merry Christmas, handsome. I love you too, John."

John wraps his arms around you and lifts you up with ease, the strength of his embrace unmistakable. He carries you over to the couch, kicking off his boots and settling down beside you. As you give him more kisses, he gives you the same in spades, his strong hands running up and down your back. He chuckles softly and plants another kiss on your lips, more passionate than before. "I missed you, Darling." You kissed his forehead. "I missed you too, my love." you squeezed his hand as you took the roses from him, going into the kitchen and putting them into a vase.

John sits on the couch and watches you put the roses in a vase, enjoying the graceful way you move. When you return to the living room, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. "I have something else for you," he says, placing a small package on your lap. "Open it," he urges, his eyes gleaming with excitement. You opened it carefully. Inside the package, you find a diamond pendant necklace, its gemstone sparkling in the light of the nearby windows. It's an elegant piece of jewellery, the chain delicate yet strong. You also notice the engravings on the back of the pendant -- your initials etched in the silver. "I wanted to give you something that would remind you of me," John whispers, his hand on the back of your neck. "Something you could wear with you wherever you go." He pulls you deeper into an embrace, his mouth finding yours and a familiar fire igniting between the two of you.

"Oh John, it's beautiful." You gasped gently, admiring it. "Could you put it on me?" John takes the pendant and chain in his hands, gently lifting your hair away from your neck to get access to the back. He smiles as he presses the pendant to your skin, watching its brilliant reflection in your eyes. "I would be honoured to." When he's finished, he kisses you gently and pulls you close, his hands still cradling your neck as he gazes affectionately at you. He notices the necklace looks particularly stunning against your pale skin and silky dark hair. "It suits you," he says, his words filled with pride and adoration. "You think so?" you asked, kissing his cheek. "I know so." John smiles down at you, admiring the way your hair falls across your shoulders and the light glinting off your diamond necklace. "It's a perfect fit," he murmurs, his gaze slowly wandering from your necklace to your eyes. There's a tenderness in his voice, the kind only shared between two people who love one another deeply. "Like us," he adds, his eyes locked with yours. "You're the love of my life." you smiled gently, kissing him softly.

"And you're the love of mine," John says softly, pressing his forehead against yours as he closes his eyes. His voice is filled with love and happiness, the sight of you taking his breath away and stirring a profound sense of joy in him. He takes you in his arms, your faces still close together. The taste of your lips still on his, the warmth of your breath still on his skin, the feeling of your cheek against his. "I'm the luckiest man alive, love." You reached under the table, picked up a present, and handed it to him. "Here you go, love." "For me?" John asks, his voice filled with surprise. "Oh sweetheart, you really didn't have to." He takes the gift from you, his curiosity clearly piqued. His smile widens as he removes the gift wrapper, his curiosity growing even higher. When he sees what's inside, his jaw drops open and a look of pure joy spreads across his face. "Is this… no, it couldn't be…" You giggled softly, nodding. "It is."

John picks up the object and turns it over in his hands, unable to believe what he's holding. It's a combat knife, crafted from a combination of high-quality steel and leather. Its blade is sharp enough to cut through bone and durable enough to weather countless battles. But what makes it truly remarkable is the inscription on the handle -- "For John, Love, your darling."John stares at the knife in awe, feeling a rush of emotions flood his system. He turns to you with tears in his eyes, a look of indescribable gratitude on his face. "I love you so much, babe. Merry Christmas."

John grins widely, wrapping you in a hug. "Merry Christmas to you too, sweetheart." He gives you one last kiss on the lips before standing up and reaching for your hand. "Shall we open a bottle of wine and celebrate, my love?" You can see the mischievous glint in his eyes, the unmistakable signs of a man who has plans for the rest of the evening.

This was definitely the best surprise ever.

[mushrubes]

Home for christmas

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Soap MacTavish by @/ScarletEmpress}

Pairing : husband!John Soap MacTavish x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 1k

Content:  married, cuties in love, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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A pungent aroma, sweet and spicy, greets his senses as he crosses the threshold. The past six months have been long and exhausting, but John is finally home, and he plans on making the most of the few extra days of leave he secured. He takes in the sight of an evergreen tree decorated with lights and ornaments. The sound of familiar carols reverberates from the kitchen, accompanied by your gentle humming. "Love?" he calls out, dropping his bag to the floor. God, how much he missed you. A small grin settles on his face as he hears the familiar footsteps approach. You rushed down the stairs, immediately running over as a giggle escapes you, throwing yourself into his arms. "I'm so glad you're home."

"I missed you too, sweet…" he says, tightening his arms around you, feeling the warm comfort of your body against his and breathing in your soft scent. "It's been too long," he continues, lowering his voice to add a level of intimacy, "I missed our little talks while you make dinner every night. I've missed you." he admits, his eyes full of love. "I've missed you so much more, Johnny." You mumbled, cupping his face and pecking his lips. He chuckles, gently nudging you away so he can look you in the eyes, "Of course you would." His voice is tinged with sarcasm, though there's a hint of affection. Your head tilts in curiosity. Your husband has a habit of acting tough, but he's incredibly loving and affectionate in private. "Let me have a look at you." he says playfully, his eyes flickering over different points of your body that he's familiar with, each making him smile faintly.

"Arthur! Daddy's home!" You called your four year old gently, hearing the patter of his little feet. There's a clattering from the floor above. Arthur charges down the stairs, arms and legs flailing as he hurries to greet his father. In John's arms, you see all of his tough exterior melt away, a smile lighting his face. He gently pets his son's head, and Arthur wraps his arms around his father's neck and plants a kiss on his cheek. Arthur's laughter and cheerful exclamation light up the room, and he looks back at you, beaming with pride, "Daddy, can you carry me on your shoulders?" You smiled softly, watching the pair together. John scoops Arthur up and settles him on his shoulders. His laugh is infectious, and you catch yourself laughing in turn.

The scene makes you think about how John is as a father, a role that is completely different from his military persona. He's a doting father and a loving husband, always prioritizing your well-being and the welfare of your child. You dished the dinners up, placing them on the table along with drinks. "Boys! Dinners ready." John and Arthur sit down at the table, and you see Arthur's nose twitching as he catches the aroma of the dinner. John leans over and plants a kiss on your cheek before beginning to pass out the food to the two hungry boys. You catch him winking at you before you start to eat. You also catch a glance from Arthur in your direction, smiling and wiggling his eyebrows at you as if in on a joke you're unaware of. You can't help but smile back as John and Arthur make chitchat and eat their fill.

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Later that evening, you and John are lounging on the sofa after Arthur has been put to bed. John's had a little to drink and is feeling a bit tipsy, though this hasn't changed his loving conduct towards you. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you in close, kissing the top of your head. This brings a calmness to you, and you let yourself sink into the comfortable feeling of being wrapped in Johnny's embrace. He leans over and kisses your neck tenderly, his nose tickling your skin. "I'm so glad you're home for Christmas." you mumbled against his lips. You hear a muffled "Mmm" in turn, and his lips press gently against your throat. You find yourself pulling him closer, his weight resting against you. "I am too," he whispers, nuzzling your neck.

You feel his beard scratch against your skin, and you're instantly reminded of your first intimate encounters where you both were nervous but wanted to be in each other's arms so badly. "That reminds me!" You smiled, leaning forward and reaching under the coffee table, pulling out a wrapped present, and handing it to him. "For you." you hummed, grinning. A wide smile spreads across his face, and he eagerly takes the present, tossing it onto the coffee table. "You really have to spoil me, don't you?" he laughs. He starts to rip the wrapping paper off of the present, and you see a mischievous fire in his eyes as he sets eyes on what's inside. "Oh my…" he chuckles as he takes out the present, "Thank you, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas, babe." you giggled gently, sitting in his lap, kissing his cheek. "Merry Christmas," he echoes as he cradles you in his arms, gently nuzzling your neck. He gazes down at the gift, the item inside being a framed photograph of the three of you. It is a stunning picture, the camera capturing you all huddled together, looking lovingly towards the camera. You see the affection between the three of you, your husband's warm embrace of both you and Arthur, the content expressions on all of your faces. John looks up at you, his eyes gleaming with tenderness. "Thank you, darling." he smiled, his hand rubbing your thigh. "You're welcome, my sweet boy." you assured, pecking his lips.

John presses his lips against yours in return, a smile spreading across his face. His expression is tender and loving, and you feel your heart flutter as his arms hold you close. "I have something for you too, you know," he says. "But I'll give it to you later tonight…when we're alone." The innuendo in this statement sparks a rush of heat in your body: he has something special planned for you, and he wants to keep it an intimate and secret experience for you both.

Best Christmas ever.

[mushrubes]

Christmas Party

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Soap MacTavish by @/ScarletEmpress}

Pairing : boyfriend!John Soap MacTavish x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 1k

Content:  new relationship, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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The quietude is soothing. Snow rests on his mohawk, his cheeks tinged with red from the cold that he endured. And while the frozen tips of his ears and nose tell him the cold has its own ideas, the warmth in John's heart reminds him—it's Christmas. He's glad to be back, to be home. He waddles into the kitchen, lured by the sweet aroma of baked goods. The weight of the grocery bags nearly crushes him—just how long was the shopping list you gave him, anyway? "Sweet Mother Mary," he groans, setting the heavy bags down on the counter.

His mouth waters at the sight of the delicious treats laid out before him. "You plan on feeding an entire army, or just one hungry soldier?" he teases, reaching to grab a tasty cupcake, only to have his hand slapped away by your spatula. "Hey!" he protests with a grin. The tranquil atmosphere around you is a welcome change from what he's used to. It feels like a little paradise of peace and calm. "Put it down, you. They're for the party, later."You giggled softly, kissing his cheek. "Thank you for getting everything."

"No fair. So I can go to war and face countless enemies but I can't grab a cupcake? The rules make no sense," he grumbles jokingly, leaning down to kiss your cheek in return. "You're welcome, sugar bun," John adds, giving your bum a slap before going back to the groceries, "So what's all this for?" he asked, looking for a snack in the cupboard and eating it. "The Christmas party we're throwing? Or did you forget?" your tone slightly teasing as you finished up on icing some of the biscuits. "Well of course I know that, doltie," he says, pulling you close and kissing her head, "I meant what are you making so much of?" John's eyes wander to the rows and rows of cookies, cakes, and other assorted goodies. "We're going to turn everyone's teeth into cavities from the amount of sugar here," he points out. "You forgetting it's gonna be both our families, plus the boys and Laswell?" You laughed softly.

"Aha. Well, I can't be bothered to keep track of how many cousins and auntie and nephews you have, sweet cheeks," he teases again before letting out a content sound. John wraps his arm around you as he leans against the counter to inspect her progress. The smell of sweet frosting, spices, and baking cookies fills his nose. It's enough to feel his stomach growls in anticipation. "How long do we have til this 'party'?" he asks, his brow raising with curiosity. "few hours yet. just wanna get everything ready so we aren't rushing around, y'know?" you responded, handing a cupcake to him. "Very true. Can be a stressful time of the year," John says, accepting the treat from you before taking a bite.

"Mmmm, delicious," he says with a slight moan as he swallows the morsel. "But I think if I help, you'll get everything done a little faster," John says in a playful tone as he snatches another cupcake. "Eating it all isn't helping, Johnny." You laughed softly, swiping some icing off the cupcake in his hand onto his face. "Hey!" John says with a chuckle, "You're not the only one who can be a trickster, babe." John quickly grabs your wrist as she reaches for another cupcake, and gives it a playful bite before releasing his hold. "Fair's fair," John says with a grin.

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John was in the living room waiting around for you. But he couldn't just sit around doing nothing, so he had helped you prepare the decorations for the party. Once the snacks and food were laid out, and the presents were all wrapped up, they now sat out beautifully. With the party set up, John could hear you rummaging in the bedroom. He knew exactly what you were doing—picking out your outfit. John couldn't wait to see you. The only problem was that you had already stolen his heart and he couldn't take it back. You'd chosen my classy dark green dress/shirt, with simple jewellery and light makeup. You walked out, walking over to the living room "Do I look okay?" you asked nervously, gently rocking on your heels as he looked over.

You were stunning to him. You looked absolutely amazing in your dark green outfit, which complemented your hair and eyes. The light makeup you had on added to your natural beauty and the jewellery glimmered beautifully."Look okay? Baby, you look incredible", John says, standing up and meeting you at the door. "You look like an angel," he says, a grin on his face. You laughed softly, arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "you're too sweet." you smiled, cupping his face. Just as it often happens, he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you kissed his cheek. The soft sensation of your lips against his cheek made his head feel light and his heart swells up. He loved it when you did this. It made him feel like he was the only person in the world to exist. "Of course, I have to match you, angel," John says sweetly, planting a kiss on your cheek and squeezing you close.

You looked up, a soft laugh escaping you as you saw the mistletoe. "You do that on purpose?" you teased. This was the moment he had been waiting for. You looked up at him. You were face to face, and there was a mistletoe right above you. "Why else do you think I chose the decorations?" he says with a smile, looking back down at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, you shouldn't test me," John says, stepping towards you, "Who knows what I might do to you." You cupped his face, gently kissing him. "Merry Christmas, love."

Your lips met, and for a moment, John couldn't hear anything else. You could have been trapped in your own little world, and he would have been completely content with that. There was nothing else for him to say, so he just kept his arms tight around you, holding you close, until you finally let go. "Merry Christmas, my sweetheart," John says, a genuine smile on his face.

You couldn't be more happy to have him home with you for Christmas.

[mushrubes]

Comfort

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Kyle Gaz Garrick by @/ScarlettEmpress}

Pairing : boyfriend!Kyle Gaz Garrick x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 658

Content:  fools in love, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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In this unpredictable world, he is a quiet, steady presence. Gaz isn't surprised when your quiet knock wakes him up in the middle of the night. He knows not to question the pleading in your eyes, he knows the drill. No questions were asked, and no second thoughts were given. "Come in, come in…" he murmurs sleepily, stepping aside to let you in and brushing the sleep from his eyes. For years, you have been each other's trusted confidants. Whenever he's around, you can drop your defences and just be. "Sorry for waking you." you apologised quietly, sitting on the other side of his bed. A subtle smile plays across Gaz's face, warmth in his eyes as his gaze lingers on your face. "Always nice to wake up to you," he murmurs softly, reaching out and caressing your cheek with his thumb. His touch is gentle, and reassuring, his gaze never leaving your face. He loves it when you are here with him, even if your words are far too few. "My nightmares were bad again."

Gaz's brows knit together in concern as he sits up in bed, gently taking your hands in his. He looks at you intently, silently trying to communicate how much he cares. That small smile is still on his face, his eyes warm and loving. "I know, sweetheart," he whispers. "You're safe, you're here — I'm here." You moved closer to him, nuzzling into his chest and arms around him tightly. Gaz wraps his arms around you, drawing you close and holding you tight. The scent of your hair and your warmth are like a hug to him, his worries and concerns far away now. He kisses your forehead softly, his heart beating faster at the feel of your soft body against his. "Shush, love," he whispers soothingly. "Shush. Everything will be okay."

"I'm sorry for ruining your sleep-" You tried to apologise, with him cutting you off. "Shh," he whispers again. He lifts you slightly, pulling you onto his lap and cradling you like a child. With a slight chuckle, he wraps his arms around you. "You are never a bother. You are my light, my reason for everything. I will never deny you comfort and support when you need it — and you have nothing to be sorry for, my love." "I love you, Kyle. so much." you responded, mumbling against his lips. "And I love you, babe," Gaz whispers, gently cradling your head to keep you close to him. He can feel your arms around his neck, your head on his shoulder, and he breathes a contented sigh. "I'm not going anywhere else, beautiful. You're my home, remember that." He smiles softly as he feels you relax against him. The worries of the world are far away now. There is only the two of you, at this moment, each other's safe harbours in the unpredictable world.

"I can feel your heart pounding, darling." He raises his hand to gently caress your cheek, gently stroking your soft, fair skin. "Calm down, R." His touch is soft and loving, a warm reassurance to the chaos and danger beyond these walls. "I am here, with you now. Whatever you dream, whatever you remember. Here, with me, is safe. You are safe." He kisses your forehead and wraps you in his arms even tighter. "Shush," he whispers again. "It is okay." Your breathing slowed down, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest before falling asleep, cuddling up to him as close as possible. Gaz smiles, a contented warmth in his eyes. His hands run through your hair, his touch gentle, and loving. He kisses your forehead softly as you snuggle closer, his arms wrapped tight around your body. A slight yawn escapes him as his eyes begin to droop shut, his body relaxed in yours. He takes in your scent, breathes out deeply, and lets himself fall asleep as well.

"Rest well, my love."

[mushrubes]

Ice Skating

Masterlist | Resident Evil masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Carlos Oliveria by @/hisvchanel}

Pairing : roommate!Carlos Oliveria x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 2.4k

Content: Swear words, rommates, mutual pinning, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Carlos looked up from the TV to see you beginning to walk down the stairs. He smiled softly at you, Noticing how early you were up. He was in some comfortable clothing for once, rather than in the bulletproof vest and military Uniform he normally wore. He had looked over at the clock, and then back at you as your eyes met with his. “It’s 11:47.” He tilted his head to the side a little. “Four hours earlier than the normal time you’d wake up.””What has you up so early?” He asked. You shrugged, smiling softly as you sat next to him "Couldn't sleep anymore. You off for the holidays now?" you asked, curious. He chuckled, looking back down at the TV before leaning over and grabbing the remote. He used it to mute the TV and turned towards you. ”Mhm!” He nodded. “I’m not working for a bit. The last mission really wore me out, so they decided to give me a small break. What about you? I’m sure you have something interesting planned for today.” he asked, genuinely interested.

"No. Was just gonna have a lazy day in. But, I suppose since you're off, maybe we should do something? it's been a while since we hung out." you suggested, cheeks lightly tinted as you saw the soft smile on his face. ”Oh! I’d be up for that.” He looked over at you, a smile forming on his face. He had planned on having a couple cups of coffee and watching the morning TV shows for a while, but hanging out with you was an opportunity he wasn’t going to turn down. Plus, he felt bad for all the times he’d turned you down in the past. ”What do you think we should do?” He asked, looking over at you and raising an eyebrow. "hmm..the ice rinks open since it's coming up to Christmas, we could go?" You suggested, remembering hearing some friends talk about it. He grinned. “That sounds super fun! I haven’t been ice skating in so long. But I gotta ask, can you ice skate?” Carlos chuckled slightly, remembering his lack of ability from the last time he had gone out on the ice. You laughed softly "I mean, I've only ever been once but that's part of the fun I suppose."

”Yeah, I suppose.” Carlos yawned slightly, leaning back against the couch before speaking again. He picked up his phone and used it to turn the TV off. ”We’d better get ready to go out then.” Carlos started to get off the couch, then paused for a moment as he looked over at you to gauge your reaction. “Are you… okay with that?” He asked. "Course I am. I'll meet you back down in..say, five minutes?" You smiled softly. He smiled back and nodded. “Alright, I’ll be upstairs until then.” Just like before, Carlos got up from the couch and headed up the stairs to his room. He took a few minutes to change into a set of more comfortable clothes, then spent another couple of minutes in the bathroom fixing his look. Carlos came back downstairs just in time to see you walking down the stairs. He noticed how you looked, and then his eyes widened at the way you looked. ”Wow..” He murmured. You smiled softly, walking over and gently pulling on his coat to wrap it around him. "Is that a good wow or bad wow?" you giggled.

”It’s a ‘you take my breath away’ wow.” Carlos said, and then he chuckled. “You look amazing. Now c’mon, we don’t want to be late. I wanna see you make a fool of yourself on the ice.” Carlos had playfully grabbed your shoulder, lightly tugging you towards the door and then opening it for you. He had a confident gaze in his eyes as he did so. "Hey! I'm gonna be better than you!" You laughed softly, following him out of the place. “I wouldn’t count on that. At least I won’t end up falling on my ass the moment I step out onto the ice.” Carlos chuckled, then walked out of the door ahead of you. He was excited to go ice skating, even if he struggled with it. It was always a fun experience, especially when there weren’t too many people around. ”You know, if you want, we could try and skate in a private area instead? We’d avoid most of the crowd that way!” He suggested. "Don't they do private rinks or something?" you waited for him as he locked the door before intertwining your hands. Carlos nodded his head once. ”Yeah. I know a place where they do. Nobody’s there at this time of day. We could have the whole rink all to ourselves.” He looked over at you, seeing if you were up for having the rink to yourselves. He wanted to see you, and talk to you for a bit. Having the rink to yourselves would probably be a good opportunity to get close.

You arrive at the rink in half an hour, getting there just before 12:00 and finding the place completely empty. Carlos led you to the counter, buying a ticket for you both to skate. You were just about to put on the skates when he looked over at her, noticing how beautiful she was in this lighting. “Hey, uh.. do you… uh, have.. plans tomorrow?” He asked, his voice growing quiet by the last word as he looked away nervously. "Tomorrow? No, not that I'm aware of. Why?" You responded softly, sat on the bench and attached the skates to your shoes. Carlos took a moment to think, then looked back up at you to see your reaction to his words. “I was uh, thinking. Could I.. could I take you out on a.. a date tomorrow?..” Carlos asked, looking back down at his shoes while he spoke. He was almost afraid to hear your answer, thinking about how he felt for you. "You..you wanna take me on a date?" A small grin on your face, cheeks lightly tinted.

He nodded his head, blushing slightly. “Yeah.. um, I um.. I wanna be able to spend more time with you..” He sighed softly, looking back up at you. “Please, don’t be mad.. if you’re not interested, just.. just tell me now okay?..” Carlos said nervously. A nervous feeling filled Carlos’ stomach. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation right now. "Well, why don't we make today a date too? Take today as you taking me on a date and I'll take you on one tomorrow?" You suggested softly, slightly wobbly as you stepped onto the ice. His eyes widened a little bit in surprise at your reaction. “A.. a date.. for today, and tomorrow? I.. i uh..” Carlos chuckled lightly, then walked onto the ice to catch you. He wrapped one of his arms around your body and took some of your weight. “Yes, yes! That sounds perfect! This will be our.. our practice run. Tomorrow is the official date. I better look my best then..” He smiled and chuckled. You laughed softly, arms round his neck "I think you look really handsome right now. You always do." His eyes widened. “W..well, you think so?..” He asked, looking down at you and blushing at your compliment. He smiled softly, taking that as a green light to show his affection towards you. Carlos leaned down and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

Carlos blushed slightly, smiling back at you. He was already planning out his outfit for tomorrow's date. He had to look good for the person who was going to be by his side the entire time. ”Can we go back to having fun now?” He asked, looking back over at the empty rink they were on. ”I feel like I still wanna watch you fall over.” You rolled your eyes, laughing as you let go of him, gently skating around. Carlos watched you skate and laughed a bit. He waited a bit, then skated towards you before making a quick turn and skating around you. ”I thought you were gonna fall!” He grinned. “Maybe your balance isn’t as bad as you think. Are you sure you haven’t skated in ages?” Carlos asked, turning to face you. You groaned as he jinxed it, wobbling slightly. ”Oh no..” Carlos said, noticing how shaky your movements were as you skated. He was about to go and catch you, in case you fell over. But he was curious to see how long you could go. He wanted to see you fall. Carlos skated backwards in front of you, his eyes following you as closely as he could. He chuckled slightly. "Carlos-" You called slightly, feeling myself about to slip.

Carlos looked back at you, eyes widening when he realized you were about to fall. He instantly skated over to you and grabbed you, laughing a little bit. ”What did I tell you about jinxing it?” He smiled, looking down at you. You were close enough to him that he could feel your warm breath on his neck and it sent fluttering in his stomach. "It's your fault! I was doing so well, Carlos!" You pouted, practically clutching at him. Carlos chuckled, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you closer. ”Come on, we’ll go slowly this time. No falling down.” Carlos smiled and skated in a circle, going a little slowly so that you could keep your balance. He glanced around the empty ice rink, then back at you. ”How does this feel so far?” Carlos asked, looking down at you. "As long as you don't let go, good." you joked, laughing softly. ”I’m not going to let go.” Carlos kept on skating, going slightly faster than before. He wanted you to gain some confidence. He was glad that you seemed to be enjoying yourself. Carlos looked down at you, giggling. Your smile is incredibly adorable, he thought. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned down slightly and kissed your cheek. “Keep going.”

”I’m not going to let go.” Carlos kept on skating, going slightly faster than before. He wanted you to gain some confidence. He was glad that you seemed to be enjoying yourself. Carlos looked down at you, giggling. Your smile is incredibly adorable, he thought. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned down slightly and kissed your cheek. “Keep going.” You clutched his hand, skating slightly in front of him. Carlos smiled as he watched you skate in front of him. He kept on skating behind you, then laughed slightly when you clutched his hand tightly. He skated next to you, making sure you felt safe. “Can I ask you something?” He asked, his eyes soft and full of love as he looked at you. "Mhm?" Carlos looked over at you. “..do..” his voice trailed off, and he took a moment to collect his thoughts. “..do you.. feel the same way about me, that.. that I..” His face began to turn a bright red. ”That I feel about you?..” He finished his sentence and looked away nervously. You smiled softly, cupping his cheek "Yes I do, love." you chuckled gently.

Carlos was taken aback. He looked back over at you and his expression was one of happiness and excitement. ”You’re not messing with me?..” He asked, feeling like he was in some sort of dream. “I… I feel the same way about you too..” Carlos said softly. He pulled you close and kissed you on the lips, not wanting to waste another second of the day. He didn’t care if anyone would see it, right now what was important was spending time with you. You kissed him back gently. Carlos smiled as you kissed him back. He could feel your lips, and it was making him feel a little light-headed. He pulled away for a moment to look at you, then kissed you again. He was enjoying the feeling of being able to kiss you and express his feelings without having to hold anything back. He was holding onto you tightly, wanting to feel as close to you as possible. ”Are we really going on a date tomorrow..?” Carlos asked, grinning. "I think it should be our first date as a couple." you giggled softly arms round his neck. Carlos's face lit up as you spoke, and he looked at you excitedly. “Are we..?” He sighed softly, looking down at you as he placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. ”Are we a couple now?” Carlos asked, smiling softly. He was excited at the thought of calling you ‘his girlfriend’ or ‘his partner’.

"… I mean, we both like each other, I don't see why not? You don't wanna waste any more time, do you?" you smiled gently, kissing his cheek. Carlos smiled, nodding his head once. “Of course… I didn’t want to rush into things, but I don’t think there’s much else I have to do to prove that I like you..” He placed his other hand on your other cheek, then leaned in and kissed you again. ”But it’d be nice to be able to hold you with my arm wrapped around your waist..” Carlos murmured, grinning softly as he looked down at you. You giggled softly, looking at him. "You wanna go get food?" you wondered, looking at the time. ”Yeah, I’m pretty hungry..” Carlos looked out across the rink again, noticing the time. It was 15:00 already, which meant the place would start getting busy later. ”Do you want to be on the ice a little longer, or would you rather get off and have something to eat?” He asked you, placing his hand on the hand that was holding onto him. "What about that burger place we used to go to when we were younger?" you smiled softly.

Carlos’ eyes widened, and he started to smile warmly. “Oh my god, I forgot about that place, Yes, let’s go!” He said excitedly. They’d gone there a few years back, and he felt nostalgic thinking about it. He leaned in to place yet another kiss on your forehead before letting go of you and offering you his hand. ”Shall we?” He smiled at you. He wanted today to last as long as possible, though he would miss the rink the both of them were on now. You took his hand, following him off the rink and taking the skates off, handing them in and walking out with him.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

[mushrubes]

Best friends brother

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Phillip Graves by @/gravesdoll }

Pairing : Phillip Graves x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff + slightly suggestive

Word count : 937

Content:  best friend brother, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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You had never met your best friend's brother before. She rarely spoke about her older brother but you'd seen him in family photos, with the knowledge he was a soldier. As she had left you alone in the room with your thoughts, they were quickly interrupted by a light knock, a familiar face appearing as he leaned against the doorframe. "You're my sister's best friend, huh?" he asked, arms crossed. There was a spark of interest in his eyes as if he'd been wanting to meet you for a while. "That's me. You're her older brother, right? The one that's a soldier?" A soft smile on your face as you looked up at him.

"Guilty as charged," was his answer with a smirk on his face. He paused and looked at you for a moment. "I don't think I've ever seen a cuter face. Mind if I sit?" His eyes didn't leave yours and he waited for your response. "You flirt with all her friends like this?" you responded jokingly, making space next to you. "Just the pretty ones," he smiled and moved closer. "But hey, you wouldn't want me not to compliment them, would you?" He chuckled and then looked at you again. "So, tell me something," he leaned closer, his face just inches away from yours. "Does she talk about me a lot?" he wondered, eyes curious. "Not really. All she told me was you were a soldier." You chuckled lightly, head tilted gently. "A soldier? So, you don't know I'm one of the best soldiers out there, with countless missions and successful operations under my belt?" his voice was playful. "I hope she mentioned how handsome I am as well?" He winked at you and flashed a quick smile. "Is that right?" You giggled softly. "I mentioned you were handsome but that's probably why she doesn't talk to me about you." you grinned, chuckling at the memory.

"I see you think highly of me," he teased and raised his eyebrow, his eyes not leaving you. He then paused to study you for a moment. You were undeniably cute, almost intoxicating like a fine wine, and he couldn't help but wonder why his sister never talked about you. "So, what do you do besides being the pretty face?" He chuckled. You smiled softly at him, waiting for his reaction. "Funnily enough, training to be a medic for the army." you informed, smiling when you saw his grin. "Are you serious?" He asked, his eyebrow raised, his expression going from a smirk to a more neutral one. "You're not just pretty. You're brilliant too?" He took a quick glance at your body, the way you sat, the way it moved, and he found himself getting more and more intrigued. He didn't really have an objective when he came to that room. But now, he felt like he was getting one; and that excited him. "And you're going for the military?" His voice was still playful, and his eyes never left yours. "yes sir." You laughed softly, winking at him "Maybe I'll be a medic for your unit. Who knows?"

"Hmmm," he chuckled back, placing his hand on your thigh and pulling you close. "You don't know how tempting that offer is." He said with a grin. "Don't get me wrong honey," his voice was now stern. "When on the field, you're my medic, my subordinate. And that's the end of any other thing." His other hand brushed your cheek, and he leaned closer. "You understand?" his voice stern, eyes serious as he looked at you. You smirked, leaning closer "Of course, Graves. Would never be anything more." You played along with what he was saying, a soft giggle escaping you. "Glad you understand, baby." He kept his hands on you and pulled you even closer. "Tell me something," he whispered as he looked at your lips. "You're a medic?" He smirked, his eyes still on your face. "So you know a thing or two about healing wounds, right?" he asked, your head tilted as you tried to follow along with where this was going. "Baby?" You questioned, a grin on your face and pink cheeks. "I do, yes." You responded with, an amused look on your face. "You don't know how bad I'm craving for a medic right about now, honey." He smirked and pulled you onto his lap. "You wouldn't wanna help a poor soldier with a small scratch, now, would you, baby?" He raised his eyebrows as he looked at you , and his lips slightly parted as he tried to contain himself.

"What's with the baby?" You giggled, arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes met yours again. "It's all I can think of right now, sugar," he said in a low, playful voice. His hand slowly climbed your thigh, closer to your ass and he leaned closer. "You'll have to excuse this soldier. He hasn't had any action for a while." Then, he finally kissed you - deeply and passionately while he kept his hand on your ass, pressing you closer on his lap. After a moment, he broke the kiss and breathed heavily. "Maybe we should change that?" you smirked, leaving a hickey on his neck. "Hmmm," he smirked, nibbling on your earlobe before going to kiss you again, slowly this time. "No one has ever complained about my service, that's for sure," he whispered as he pulled back again, looking at you, his body still pressed against yours. He took a deep breath, and his eyes remained locked into yours.

This was going to be the start of something good.

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Friends

Masterlist | Five nights at freddys masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Mike Schmidt by @/ykangel}

Pairing : best friend!Michael Schmidt x female!reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Content: best friends, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Mike entered the living room, ruffling through his wet hair with a towel as he spotted you lounging on the couch. He raised an eyebrow, smirking as he shrugged off the towel and set it aside, heading over to the sofa. He sank into the cushion beside you, stretching his legs out with a groan. "You're here an awful lot," he said , his tone playfully teasing. "Might as well just move in already." He shifted so he was lying with his head in your lap, gazing up at you with a grin. "Don't tempt me." You laughed softly, gently running your fingers through his hair. A pleasant shiver ran through Mike as your fingers grazed his scalp, and he leaned against your lap, relaxing in your touch. He wrapped his arm around you gently, pulling himself closer into your embrace. "And deny myself the pleasure of your company every day?" he asked teasingly, chuckling softly. "Never."

"Would your sister like me moving in?" you questioned, chuckling softly. "I don't think she'd mind," Mike replied, looking up at you. "I'm not sure she'd notice, to be honest. She does nothing but write in that journal of hers, all day every day. It's like she lives in her own little world." He frowned slightly, the subject of Abby seeming to bring on the hint of a dark look on his face. "You know I love her, right? I'd do anything for the both of you." you reminded, face full of love and fondness. "I know, I know," Mike said with a wave of his hand, dismissing your concern. "You've been great to me. The way you've looked out for me all these years, let me vent and complain and cry to you." He smiled, gently turning to face you, a soft expression on his otherwise serious face. "I don't know where I'd be without you." He leaned forward, gently brushing his cheek against yours in an intimate gesture. "it's a good thing you'll never have to then, huh?" you grinned, caressing his cheek. Mike leaned into your caress, his eyes closing as he let out a pleased exhale, content in your touch. "Mhm. You're stuck with me," he chuckled, glancing up at you with a teasing grin. "For the rest of time."

"No one else I'd rather be stuck with, handsome." you giggled, his arms wrapped around you. Mike smiled, his lips turning up in a pleased grin as he reached up to caress your cheek again, as you did to him. "And no one else I'd rather be stuck with." His gaze fell back down to your soft lips, only a few inches away. He moved to lean in, his lips lightly meeting yours in a gentle caress. You cupped his face, gently kissing him back. Mike hummed in approval as you met his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as his mouth moved against yours in a slow dance, his fingers gently tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips moved tenderly against yours, a hand caressing along your neck before he finally pulled back, your forehead gently touching his. His eyes remained closed, and he took a moment before slowly opening them again, gazing at you with a soft look in his amber eyes. "You do this with all of your friends?" you teased gently.

"Just the pretty ones," Mike replied with a wink, grinning. "And the special ones." He leans in to kiss your cheek again, his hand caressing along your jawline. "How about you?" he asked, a teasing brow raised. "Do you kiss every man you meet?" You laughed softly at him, humming. "Only the ones called Michael Schmidt." you responded, giggling at him. Mike gasped dramatically, raising a hand to his chest, as though offended by your statement, but the grin on his face betrays his mock hurt. "Only me, huh?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "So you're saying I'm special to you?" he questioned, looking at you. "You're very special to me, Mike." you responded lovingly, cupping his cheek. "Special in a 'he's like a brother' way, or… special 'special'?" Mike asked playfully, tilting his head to the side. He raised his hand to gently touch your chin, tilting your head to meet his look. His eyes peered closely into yours, searching for any sign of the spark he felt between the two of you. As his thumb brushed across your lips, his gaze was drawn back to your soft mouth, just a tiny distance away.

"…does special like a lover count?" you grinned, cheeks warm with nerves. Mike's eyes seemed to light up, the light and warmth in them making his eyes sparkle. He couldn't help but grin as his thumb slipped softly over your lips once again, the urge to kiss you growing harder to ignore. His gaze fell from your eyes to your lips again, the urge to lean in and caress those soft lips becoming almost irresistible. "Does 'like a lover' mean you want it to be more than that?" he whispered softly. "..yeah." you whispered back, leaning in close to him. Mike's eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he took a breath, his heart hammering against his chest. He leaned down slowly, and his hand slid gently over your cheek. Just before his lips meet yours, he pauses, his lips only an inch away. "Just so we're on the same page… If we're going to do this, it's for real." One of his hands slid up to cradle your head, the other sliding up to your cheek. They are so close their breath is almost visible. "Okay?" he whispered.

"All you gotta do is ask and I'm your girl, Mike." you responded, whispering against his lips. Mike seemed to melt at your words, his eyes fluttering shut at the feel of your lips near his. There's a tiny, desperate part of him that wanted to run away and forget this ever happened, but there's a larger part of him that refuses to back out now. In one swift motion, he leaned in and closed the final distance, his lips meeting yours, softly at first before it deepened into a gentle, intimate kiss, their tongues brushing against each other as they interlaced. You rested your forehead against his when you parted, catching your breaths. Mike's body was trembling, his heart racing in his chest even now that the kiss had ended.

He gently brushed his fingers through your hair, his hands moving across the back of your neck, your soft skin against his fingers making his heart thump harder in his chest. He tilted your head down so you're facing him fully, so your eyes meet his."There's… something I've been wanting to ask you," he said softly, taking a deep breath. You smiled, caressing his cheek as you let him speak. Mike took another deep breath, his heart pounding in his ears as he spoke. "I've been your friend… no, your best friend, for the better part of two decades. And in all that time, I've felt things for you that I haven't for anyone else. For a while, I kept them to myself, convinced they were childish fantasies that I'd eventually grow out of." He looked away, his face flushed with embarrassment. "But… they never went away." He took another breath, his eyes meeting yours again. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love nothing more, my love."

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Five nights at freddy's Masterlist

Masterlist | Prompts

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✮ - Angst

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[mushrubes]

Still here

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { John Price by @/Jules34567}

Pairing :Captain John Price x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  angst + fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Content: established relationship, injuries, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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General Shephard betrayed you and stabbed you in your abdomen while Price tried to intervene. It was too late. Somehow, Shephard managed to get the upper hand, beating Price until he was limp and bloody. All while you were pulling your knife out of your body with your last strength, pulling out the only thing stopping you from bleeding out. You aimed and threw. It lands between Shephard's eyes, killing him. "P..Price?" you called out softly, trying to see if he was still conscious. Price weakly looked over at you. He looked beaten, and bloodied, but not dead. He saw you lying there, dying. He saw your wound, and he knew you were trying to stay alive. "Med..med evac. t..tell ghost." you got out in between splutters, your voice small.

Price looked over at you, he's struggling to not lose consciousness. His face filled with sadness. He got one final burst of adrenaline, as he pulled out his radio. Price called over the radio, "Ghost! This is Price! Emergency evac, we need it now! Shephard's dead! But we need you now! I don't know how much longer I have with them!" he panicked, looking over. Your breathing was getting weaker by the second, making him wince as he heard you struggle. Suddenly, a black-hawk came in, it's Ghost in the pilot seat, but he's also got a med-evac team with him. Ghost and Price try to help you up, as you're trying not to faint and you're looking at your blood. "Easy doll, easy. We're taking you back to base." Price said to you.

"I don't know if I'm going to make it-" You started before you got cut off. Ghost and Price look at each other for a moment, they both know what you're saying. One of them had to say it though, the words that they dread to say. Finally, Price turned back to you and said, "Maybe not. But you have to hang in there. We're not giving up on you yet, doll." he muttered, kneeling down beside the bed they'd put you on. "Price?" you whispered, your voice hoarse and weak, raspy as you struggled. Price looked at you, he could tell you're barely hanging on anymore. He wants to say so much, but he's just too devastated to say it. Suddenly though, he managed to get a single word out, "Yes?" he muttered. "I love you." you whispered, eyes welling up as you felt the world start to get dark. Suddenly, tears welled up in Price's eyes. He couldn't hold the tears anymore. He let the tears come, then, "I love you too, doll." You reached up, cupping his cheek and wiping his tears away.

"C'mon, baby. C'mon, Ghost, we gotta go, we should be in the air by now! Do what you can to stop the bleeding, I'm not losing them!" Price said to Ghost, then looked back over at you, with his face filled with determination, "We're gonna save you. Don't you dare die on me. I'm not losing you, sweetheart." Then, he kissed you on the forehead and continued holding your hand, doing everything he could to try to keep you alive. You fell unconscious, pulse still strong. they got you to the med bay, still alive but your wound was critical, being forced to stay in the med bay even once you'd woken up. After a few hours, Price is allowed back into the med bay. He was in bad shape. He had cuts everywhere, bruises everywhere, and his clothes torn, but the first thing he did once he walked in through those doors was to find your bed. Your wounds were still critical, yet, Price couldn't wait any longer, he had to see you. And once he found your bed, he just silently stared at you, his face filled with concern.

No words were shared. You moved up, making room next to you for him on the bed. Price smiled when you did this, then slowly walked over to your bed, his movements slow because of how injured he was. Once he made it over to you, he laid down next to you, his smile getting bigger. He then silently reached out, and took your hand. He gently rubbed at the back of your hand, holding it tightly. You rested your head on his shoulder softly. Price slowly wraps his arms around you as you rest your head on his shoulder. For the first time in a while, he's at peace. Even though he was covered with bruises, cuts, and blood, he felt completely fine right now. He just stared off, holding you, loving you. His gaze shifted to yours, and he looked into your eyes, and he smiled.

"How's your head?" You asked gently, looking at his black eye. "It hurts," Price chuckled, "but I'll live. It's nowhere near as bad as yours." Price looks over at your stomach, he looks at the bandages, seeing the large wound underneath. "How do you feel, sweetheart?" Price asks gently. "Like shit." you laughed gently, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, doll," Price says quietly, "this is all my fault. If I just hadn't trusted Shepherd… if I would've seen those signs earlier." Price didn't hold back his tears this time. He let them roll out of his eyes, and he gripped your hand tightly. "It's all my fault." Price said through tears. "It's not your fault. None of us could've known Shepherd would do that to us."

"But I should've known, Darling! I've known him since we were in Special Forces together, I had to have seen something!" Price said, his voice growing in intensity, "If I would have, if I'd just had more of a backbone… maybe… maybe you wouldn't be in this situation!" Tears were falling down his face as Price felt completely defeated, but he didn't take his hand off of yours, not for a moment. You could feel the sadness in his gentle touch. "John, it's not your fault, my love." you assured. "It hurts, doll! Knowing I could've stopped this!" Price didn't try to stop his tears from falling anymore, the floodgates have opened and they're just falling. "I could've done more!" he groaned, shaking his head. "Look at me." you muttered, wiping his tears. Price looked over at you, seeing you wiping his tears away. Suddenly, he did something he didn't know he'd do, he leaned forward, and kissed you. Not an intimate kiss, not like the ones you'd normally do… this was a desperate, passionate expression of love, of wanting to help, but not being able to. He didn't realize it, but he's starting to tremble, and shake, and it's because he can't bear to see you hurt one more moment longer.

"I'm still here. We've still got each other. He's gone. Stop beating yourself up over it, alright?"You caressed his cheek gently. "But you… but you almost weren't," Price said quietly, his voice shaky still. Price looked down, now feeling guilty and ashamed for even kissing you at this moment.He looked at your wound again, looking at the bandages, looking at the dried blood, and it made him nauseous. "I should've seen it, doll. I'm so… so sorry." he apologised, holding you tighter. "I love you." you whispered, caressing his cheek, and kissing his nose softly. "I love you too." Price said to you, "More than you could ever know." Price looked back to your face, looking into your eyes. He reached out and touched your cheek, "I don't know what I would do without you, sweetheart." he murmured.

"Thankfully, you'll never have to know, love."

[mushrubes]

Another?

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Hosea Matthews by @/addynot }

Pairing : father! Hosea Matthews x child! reader, John Marston x matthews! reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : platonic / familial + fluff

Word count : 1.4k

Warnings : Swear words, familial, best friends in love, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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You stood still as Hosea cleaned the blood from your nose. He looked genuinely angry this time. You had a habit of getting into fights at school, but after this last one — your father seemed to be at his wit’s end. “I can’t believe you. I’ve tried so hard to get you an education and you go off and get into trouble.” He mumbled to himself, his hands gentle as he cleaned off your bruised face. He was extremely disappointed in you. "Pa, I'm sorry! It was deserved!" You defended, rolling your eyes. “I doubt that,” he argued. “You’ve told me before that every time you get into these things it’s ‘deserved’.” Hosea sighed. “Tell me. What happened this time?” he questioned. "O'driscolls. Two of them. Cornered me and they punched John after calling you and Uncle Dutch murderers so threw a punch at them and then the three of us started fighting." You explained.

Hosea rolls his eyes. “You know, you really shouldn’t go around throwing punches every time someone insults the gang.” He sighs again. “If I’m being honest… I’m almost scared to ask what happened to the O’Driscolls. How’s John?” he asked, the disappointment and concern evident. "They were threatening to get their guns out, and me punching them is too far? yeah, bullshit." You mumbled under your breath. "I think John's okay. I got him to go to Miss Grimshaw when we got back - he'll most likely have a black eye tomorrow." You sighed. “You don’t have to curse, kid. I understand the situation but what you failed to remember is that you’re only 16. You can’t go around throwing punches just because someone insults you.” Hosea sighs. “And as much as I don’t really like the O’Driscolls, I don’t think you should’ve punched them. That’s a good way to get yourself killed.” he shook his head.

Hosea sighs — a look of sadness and disappointment flashes through his face. “I know, love… I know. But, that doesn’t change anything; It’s still very dangerous to try and start fights with them. One day, you might end up picking the wrong fight…” He lets out another deep sigh. “You’re a smart kid. I just don’t want you to… do something stupid.” his voice softened, eyes full of love and concern for you, only wanting the best. "Whatever." you rolled your eyes, scoffing at him. “I’m serious, love. I don’t need to lose you the same way I lost your mother. I’m all you got right now, and it’s tough parenting a child in the gang. If anything happens to you, I’ll never forgive myself.” Hosea paused, thinking. “Can I trust that you won’t get into another fight? Just while you’re at school?” he pleaded, wanting some sort of confirmation. "Yeah, sure." You huffed, getting up.

Hosea breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sweetheart. Just… please try to stay out of trouble. You’re the only child I’ll ever have, and I don’t want you to go the same way your mother did.” He looks at you, his face softening. “Just… just give me a hug, would you?” Your face softened and you gave in, hugging him tightly. You didn't even notice your tears staining his shirt. Hosea hugs you back tightly, holding his emotions back as tears begin to fall down his cheeks. “You’re… you’re the closest thing I’ll ever get to seeing your mother again.” He whispers quietly. “Don’t do that to me again, okay?” He holds you close, not wanting to let go. “I love you darling.” he caressed your head gently. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Pa. I love you too." You whispered, wiping your tears. “I know, sweetheart. Just… just don’t do something like that again, okay?” Hosea holds you close for what feels like forever, not wanting to let go. Eventually — and reluctantly — he does. “Now go on, get washed up and get to bed. It’s late.” he said.

"Okay. Goodnight, Pa. I love you." you responded, kissing his cheek gently. “Love you too, sweetheart. Goodnight.” With that, Hosea shuts the door behind you — leaving you alone to get cleaned up and head to bed. You made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and getting changed. You get changed into something comfortable, ready to go to bed. As you start brushing your teeth, you begin to remember everything that happened earlier as well as the promise you made to Hosea — not to get into any more fights. This was probably one of the last times he was ever going to be easy on you, you thought to yourself. He genuinely didn’t want you to get hurt. You smiled softly when you walked back into your shared bedroom, seeing John sitting on his bed "Hey loser." you called lovingly, making him look up in your direction. “Shut up, runt.” John replied back lovingly with a smile on his face.

“How did your talk with father go?” John had a cut on his eye, it was swollen and red — but it wasn’t too bad. He looked completely exhausted. "Usual lecturing. How's your face doing?" you asked, gently cupping his cheek, frowning at the cut. “Same as always, numb to the pain,” John chuckled, leaning in to give you a kiss on your cheek. This was always your relationship with John. You teased and bickered a lot, but you both cared for each other deeply. He sighs. “I just… can’t believe you punched those bastards. What if they did get their guns out?” he pondered, concern evident in his voice and on his face. "Was worth it. They punched you and insulted my dad and Dutch." You shrugged, not even hesitating, meaning every single word. “Still not worth it.” John argued — but you could tell he wasn’t being serious, he was just worried about you. “Hosea was worried you were gonna get yourself killed. He was on the verge of tears talking to you.” John pauses for a second to think.

“Just… try not to do this again… okay, love?” he asked. "They're lucky I didn't kill them for hurting you." You commented, sitting next to him on his bed. “I know… but they weren’t worth the effort,” John chuckled weakly. “Now, come here.” He motioned for you to cuddle up with him on his bed. “I’m too tired to keep arguing.” he chuckled. You smiled softly, cuddling up to him, head on his chest. John’s body was warm. It always felt safe and cosy whenever you cuddled up to him like this — his large frame was comfortable to rest against. He wraps his arm around you, holding you close as he kisses your forehead. He was so big and handsome, and it made you feel safe in his arms. "Hey John?" you called quietly, turning the light out so it was dark. “Yeah, love?” He looked down at you. You could see his eyelids were slightly heavy — he was half asleep. “What’s up?” He asked softly. "Y'know I'd do anything for you, right?" you whispered, nuzzling into him.

John smiles at you, feeling slightly amused by your words. “I have no doubt,” he chuckled. “What’s your point?” He pulled you closer to him, feeling completely comfortable with you by his side. "I love you. I know we're teenagers but…" You trailed off, a lovesick smile on your face. John looks at you, his dark eyes filled with love for you. “I love you too, darlin',” he whispers back — his soft voice echoing softly through the room. “I know we’re just teenagers… but I can’t imagine living the rest of my life without you in it.” He pulls you even closer to him, his hand brushing through your hair. “We’re gonna get through this… okay? I promise.” he assured, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks. "me and you forever?" you questioned, intertwining your hands. “Me and you forever, my love. No matter what that means or where that takes us.” His words were sweet, he meant every one of them. John had done so much for you, he was so much more than your best friend — he was the person who you trusted and loved more than anyone in this world. He was, truly, your soulmate.

Maybe everything was going to be okay after all.