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"sick" mike schmidt x gn!reader

mike takes care of you during your illness. fluff. (possible translations errors)

words: 0.4

mike was all too familiar with various diseases. the responsibility of taking care of his younger sister made a little hell out of his life, which made him grow up much earlier than usual.

Also when you said you were cold, he knew something was wrong. after putting you on the bed in the room and wrapping you in a blanket, mike gave you a thermometer and sat next to you, gently placing his big hand on your forehead.

"fuck, that's not good.." - and as soon as he saw what was expected on the thermometer, a bunch of pills and a bottle of water immediately appeared next to you.

he gave you some pills and sat next to you, gently stroking your leg under the covers.

"if the temperature doesn't drop by nightfall, tell me. I'll give you other pills.." - mike saw you pull the blanket tighter around yourself to keep warm. he got up and went to the closet, taking out large knitted socks from there. he kept it for special cold cases, and you is one of them.

"that's it, come on, it'll be warmer for you.." - your feet were outdoors when mike began to carefully and carefully put socks on you, stroking your feet.

"thank you.." - you tried to say it, but you felt a sharp pain in your throat.

"so.. keep quiet and go to sleep. we need your temperature to start dropping and you to get hot. I'll go sit with abby in the the living room, and you go to sleep" - after these words, he bent down, kissed your hot forehead with his lips and left the bedroom.

after two hours of sleep, you woke up from a terrible state, as if you were in the very center of hell and roasting on a cauldron. Your body was sweating, your face was wet, and you quickly threw back the covers and took off your warm socks. Mike heard a stirring in the bedroom and came in, seeing your little struggle with clothes and smiled, knowing that this was a good sign.

"is it hot?.. that's right. so your temperature is dropping.." - he gave you the thermometer again, waiting for the result. After hours of sleep, your temperature went down, and Mike was genuinely happy.

"do you want me to bring you applesauce in bed? you need to eat. and drink plenty of water, please." - of course, he remained carefree and calm, but in fact he was worried about your condition. that evening, he brought you sweet applesauce and fell asleep next to you, not afraid of getting infected, just to be with you.

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"hot summer" peeta mellark x gn!reader

summary: peeta mows the grass on a hot summer day. fluff. (possible translations errors)

words: 0.4

you didn't know exactly how many degrees it was outside, but it was very hot. this summer was generally very dry, the sun burned your skin, leaving red marks, and lakes and rivers dried up.

and of course, the fact that peeta was blond was scary. in such a situation, he was very exposed to sunlight and ultraviolet rays, you always made him put on a cap when he was working outside, and gently waved his exposed body parts with sunscreen.

it was one of those hot days, sweat was dripping from your face, and peeta was going to mow the lawn outside. you tried to dissuade him, but he insisted that "honey, the grass has grown completely, there may be snakes, I don't want to put us in danger." so now he took off his t-shirt, you put sunscreen on his broad back and arms, gave him sunglasses and put a cap on his wheat-colored hair and sent him to mow the lawn.

the sound of the lawn mower humming reached you while you were sitting at home and drinking cool water from the refrigerator. you could hear peera grumbling between breaks, and sometimes he'd run home to drink chilled water with lemon. after all the grass was cut down, he stumbled into the house, all red and sweaty. his body flopped down on the couch next to yours, and he ran a cloth over his face until the moisture soaked into the fabric.

"it's terrible.. why is summer so hot?.. it's impossible to work in a bakery because of this.." - he spent most of his time talking about the bakery and how it felt like hell in this weather.

you crawled over to him, handed him a glass of chilled water, and turned the fan on it to cool peeta down.

"oh.. thank you.." - peeta dried a glass of water in one go, slamming it down on the table, and then got up from the couch. - "I'm going to take a shower. I feel like I've lost a few kilograms.."

and suddenly he took out a small flower from his pants pocket, which surprisingly retained its shape. you felt him bend over and put it behind your ear, tucking it nicely into your hair.

"a flower for my little flower." - he ran his thumb over your cheek and kissed you gently on the lips. you could feel the salty taste, but you didn't care a single time.

breaking off a gentle kiss, peeta patted you on the head and went into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and clean clothes.

he could make you blush.

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"soldier" mike schmidt x gn!reader

summary: mike is a wounded soldier. he ends up in the hospital because of his injury, leaving his little sister alone at home. part 1 (?)

words: 1.2

tw: blood, wounds, the smell of rot, war, mentions of a lonely child

notes: this is a fictional war. I do not know all the details, and I do not know if there will be a sequel. please don't take this seriously. take care of yourself and don't romanticize it. (possible translations errors)

the hospital smelled horribly of rot and dampness. mike opened his eyes heavily, looking around and rejoicing in the light. He didn't die.

all he remembered before passing out was a flash from a grenade and a loud bang. It took him a few minutes to come to his senses and realize his situation. he smelled terrible, his head was covered in pieces of earth, week-old stubble itched, left leg was wrapped in bandages like left arm, mike couldn't hear in one ear, and his head was splitting terribly.

the first thing he thought of was abby. his younger sister was left all alone.

"fuck.." - mike muttered under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling an inner panic. he couldn't leave her.

of course, abby was a smart kid and mike had already taught her a lot. she knew that it was forbidden to open the door to strangers, accept food from them, or even talk. but in such a terrible situation, anything could happen to her..

mike's neighbors were good people, so maybe they would look after her if necessary, or maybe mike was just calming himself with these thoughts. everything was too complicated to think about.

there were dozens more wounded soldiers around mike, all of them smelling terrible and making noise. someone was moaning in pain, screaming, and someone, clenching his teeth, was silent. he was one of those people.

nurses come into the room, starting to dress the patients and help them, inject injections and change compresses. actually he noticed you almost immediately. many people volunteered in such places to help people, were inexperienced and slightly shy, or, conversely, had a lot of experience. You looked like someone who didn't want to be here, but at the same time you felt terrible pity and empathy for wounded soldiers. your hands deftly tied bandages on men's bodies, you whispered something to them and tried to smile through the pain. You don't belong here.

when it came to mike's turn, he snorted a little and moaned, biting his tongue.

"is there a phone here?.." - his voice was terribly hoarse and low. no emotions of happiness or hope, just dry questions.

"yes, do you need to call someone?.." - you asked him a little warily, while the bloody bandage was replaced by a clean one on his knee.

"yes".

"I don't think you can do that... the phone is hanging on the wall, and you're lying down.." - it was true. mike would not have been physically able to call abby himself, he simply would not have reached the phone. he would have tripped on the first centimeter and fallen nose first to the floor.

"fuck.." - mike was not shy in his expressions and expression of his emotions. acually few people cared about that right now. etiquette and other things faded into the background, leaving the only goal - to protect yourself and survive.

you continued to treat his severe wounds from the shrapnel, mike's arm was broken, so gently bending his arm, you wrapped bandages around his neck to maintain the position.

"like this. be careful, you have a fracture, don't move your arm." - he gave you a skeptical look and nodded. despite his harsh exterior and inner conflict, he understood that you were trying to help him.

"can you call? should I tell my little sister that I'm in the hospital?" - mike's voice reached your ears, and you realized the whole situation. the soldier who was lying under your arms was your older brother, and apparently his younger sister was left alone. you've heard stories more than once about lonely children, orphans, and those who are still waiting for their relatives from the war. that was the scariest thing, not knowing where your parents or siblings were.

"of course.. just give me the number.." - it dawned on your mind that you don't know his name, and you won't even be able to tell who's lying under your arms in the rewound half of his torso. "..what's your name?"

"mike. my sister's name is abby."- his voice was harsh, but definitely a little nervous. after he told you the phone number, you called her anyway.

a terrified voice came from the other end of the line.

"abby. this is a nurse from the central hospital. mike said I should call you and warn you that he's in trouble and is here now." - your voice trembled slightly with nerves as you explained the whole situation to a little lonely girl. - ".. he said that you shouldn't open the doors to strangers. if someone knocks hard on the door, run to the basement. you can go to the neighbors, and maybe they will shelter you for a while. "

the girl on the other end of the phone was silent, and then quietly said, "okay.. tell him I love him," abby hung up the phone.

the horrors of war followed you around, realizing the situation people were in.

every day, you were the one who changed Mike's bandages, called abby, and asked how she was doing. you got a little closer to him, even though he built brick walls around himself that would never collapse in a war. in your free time, you and the nurses often entertained the soldiers at the hospital, reciting poetry, singing songs, and telling life stories. keeping up the spirit in such a difficult time is one of the main tasks. mike has been looking at you all this time. his brown, languid and heavy eyes circled your silhouette, lingered on your hair and cheeks. each time, he carefully watched the movement of your hands when you did bandages or helped him eat. sometimes such attention was pleasant, and sometimes you couldn't find a place for yourself and wanted to run away. there were times when he snapped at you, not understanding why you were so kind to him, he could abruptly and without reason told the whole story of his life. mike was in complete disarray, not knowing and not understanding the boundaries allowed.

one day, when you were changing the bandage on his leg, carefully treating the healing wound, he grabbed your hand, forcing you to look at yourself.

"listen up.. I need your help." - his voice was hoarse and worried. there was a feeling that he was about to tell his secret, fear or worry, but instead he whispered pleadingly. - "check on abby at my place. she's been alone for so long. help her.." - he sounded pitiful for the first time in a long time. it was as if the last of her strength had been spent on uttering those words. acually mike was recovering, another week and he would have been able to walk, a month and the fracture would have healed. but abby was alone right now, and no one knew exactly what might happen to her.

you looked uncertainly at mike, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were pleading without words.

"good.. I'll check on her. tell me the address" - after your words, he exhaled in relief, squeezing your hand a little harder.

"thank you.."

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"valentine's day" clapton davis x gn!reader

valentine's day with clapton. fluff. (possible translations errors)

words: 0.8

valentine's day in grizzly lake is a strange and wonderful day at the same time. the school is decorated with pink hearts, and special sweat boxes are placed on the floors where students can send their valentines.

of course, you've prepared for this day too. there were some homemade valentines for clapton in your backpack. he's going to get a lot of attention and gifts today, you know that, but you still don't give up.

after the first lesson, you go to the box and throw in your valentine card, at the bottom of which the recipient is signed and the small initials of your name. thoughts immediately flash through his head about how he thinks about who sent him this, and whether he will even care about your little cardboard cards in the shape of hearts.

you throw valentines at each break. clapton is already making the sound of skateboard wheels at school, greeting everyone and smiling his perfect even smile. he leaves behind a trail of men's deodorant and peppermint gum, which makes your lower abdomen cramp.

clapton was kind to you. you often sat together in history class and you helped him, and sometimes he even let you ride his skateboard. in general, from such a kind attitude, you just couldn't help but fall in love with him. although, as you thought, you didn't have a chance.

before the last lesson, you were standing outside the office, flipping through notes in a notebook, when the student came up to you and handed you a valentine: "this is for you."

he immediately moved on, and you stared at the blue heart in your hands. it was done unevenly and slightly torn, it is clear that the boy made and carved it himself. You turned it over, reading the inscription on the back: "you're as cute as the kitten on your keychain, and as sweet as your strawberry gum. C".

the last letter made your heart ache. you only knew one person whose name began with a C. and you couldn't believe it.

for the first few seconds, was gripped by fear, what if this was a prank? and then you calmed down, and a faint amorous smile appeared on your face. only clapton knew about your strawberry gum. you kept sharing it with him, he almost stole it from you.

In the last lesson, you barely listened to the teacher, flying in the clouds and fantasizing about clapton. what if you succeed? but he probably has so many people who can take your place..

after class, you headed out of school, but at one of the corners someone grabbed you by the arms and dragged you into the office. you looked around and saw clapton in an empty biology room. he looked worried, his bangs a little disheveled, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

"did you get my valentine's card?.." - he asked awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other. he was almost always arrogant and noisy, but for some reason he became quiet now.

“yeah.. did you get my cards?.."

"yes".

silence. you looked at each other, not knowing what to do now. did you have a future? did clapton want something? you didn't know. but when he got closer, you suddenly felt a tremor in your knees.

he raised his gaze, looking at you like a cat: "will you be my valentine? like.. forever?" - a small bouquet of flowers suddenly appeared from behind his chest. How did he bring it to school? that's probably why you're in biology right now.

stop. did clapton ask you to be his valentine? your brain stopped thinking for a couple of seconds, and then you nodded uncertainly. He asked you again, and you nodded again. you probably looked stupid from the outside.

"hachi machi.. I was so worried.." - clapton hugged you, pressing your body against his. his chin rested on your shoulder, inhaling and relaxing, and then you felt the soft touch of his lips on your temple.

"why don't I walk you home?" - he grabbed your hand, leading you out of the biology room. dozens of eyes were looking at you, envious and surprised, and you just couldn't say a word. he left you speechless.

the bouquet from clapton felt good in your hand and burned your skin, which you were ready to squeak with joy. he talked incessantly about how worried he was and how many valentines he got in a day, but yours were the best and most beautiful. he stupidly kissed you on the lips in front of the door to your house, and then waved his hand like a child. despite his sometimes cocky personality, he could be humble and sweet. and you're lucky.

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"makeup" mike schmidt x fem!reader

abby wants to make up mike. fluff. (possible translations errors)

words: 0.6

"abby, don't run around with lipstick in your hands!" - mike's voice can be heard throughout the house as he tries to catch his sister. you allowed to take some of your old makeup so that abby could please herself and use it. but now she's too excited and joyful, so mike has to catch her by the collar of her sweatshirt with his strong hands.

after a few minutes of mike and abby fighting, you feel the couch bend next to you, and mike grunts something. he looks like a grumpy dog, but you will never admit it, otherwise his revenge will be cruel, and you definitely don't want to be tickled to death.

"honey, why did you give her your old makeup? It was a mistake.." - mike mutters something under his breath again and falls on your shoulder. despite his hard shell, he always wanted affection and warmth.

"I just know how happy she'll be. I was a little girl once, too.. I stole mom's makeup.." - your fingers tangle in his hair, and your nails gently scratch his scalp. mike closes his eyes and slowly calms down, and his breathing evens out. you sit there for a while, and you can tell that he's almost asleep.. but no.

abby runs up to you and falls on the couch, climbing onto mike's lap.

"mike! mike! let me make you up!" - abby excitedly jumps on his lap, poking pink lipstick and blush in his face, and mike abruptly opens his eyes.

mike's face was full of emotions-anger, annoyance, sadness, apathy, misunderstanding.. “what?.." he blinks his eyes a couple of times, trying to figure out what happened.

"I want to make you up!" - you're watching it from the sidelines, and things are getting more and more fun, and actually, putting on makeup for mike is not such a bad idea.

“what? no, abbs! I don't want you to make up me, I'm not a girl!"- mike actively resists, you can see the displeasure on his face, his eyebrows frown, showing wrinkles and wrinkles on the skin.

you put your hand on his knee and squeeze it gently, and then you whine plaintively, "please..." the idea of putting makeup on him sounds very attractive and fun, so you have to help abby.

mike is in shock. why the hell do you both want to put makeup on him?! no!

"no, girls, I won't!" he tries to get up from the couch, break free from your grip, tries to throw abby off his lap, but then he sees your eyes. two pairs of huge innocent eyes are looking at him. damn.

"okay.. just for a little while." - mike gives up and falls back on the couch, giving his face to be torn apart.

mike's face is now covered with a thin layer of lipstick, blush, eye shadow, and black pencil. he lies motionless, like a dead man, when you and abby bring beauty to his face. after a while, you finish and hold the mirror up to him.

"here, take a look!" - abby shouts enthusiastically, getting up from the couch and jumping on the spot, looking at her painstaking work. mike opens his eyes and tries not to swear, puts on a smile and mutters something like "very beautiful.."

he knocks his younger sister off her feet, and she runs to her room to remove all makeup, and then you are left alone with him.

"that pink lipstick looks good on you.." - you don't hide your laughter and smile at mike's frowning face. acually you can understand that he's not angry. he's just a little annoyed.

"so you like my pink lipstick?" - mike looks really funny with all that makeup on his face. he turns around and presses his body against you, kissing your cheeks and leaving pink marks on your face. "that's it, I'll make up you too!"

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"plasticine date" josh futturman x gn!reader

josh makes figures out of plasticine. fluff sketch (possible translations errors)

words: 0.3

all josh's hands and fingers could do was jerk off and play video games. so when you proposed to him the idea of a "plasticine date", where everyone had to make figures out of plasticine, josh reacted a bit worried. he was different and wanted to support you, so he agreed, but he was actually worried that it would look terrible.

you bought the plasticine, went to josh's house, where you were greeted by his parents, and then you went to josh's room. for a few hours you just talked and cuddled like teenagers, and then you started molding with plasticine.

you chose a picture of a cute octopus for a reference and put your phone on the table, demarcating the space between you with some book.

josh laughed silly and really tried to mold beautiful figures as you changed references and created new ones. after about an hour of chatter and tender kisses, you furtively put the book away and saw his figures.

you could see his fingerprints on the material, the way he was painstakingly molding some of the details, and then you looked up and saw josh's red cheeks.

"I don't think it's good, you're better at it.." - he whispered a little self-deprecatingly, avoiding your gaze as you exchanged his figures for yours.

"this is perfect. god, i'm gonna make this into a key chain!" - you considered the little cookie figurine in your hands, which josh had made slightly angular and crooked. he genuinely didn't understand why you liked it, but when you reached out to kiss him, he melted.

"I wanted to be supportive.. it's a date and all. hope it's not too ugly.." - he wheezed into your neck and hugged you tightly, breathing in your scent. he was such a fool.

"these are the best plasticine figures I've ever seen. i'm proud of you, my master of sculpture" - josh completely floated and moaned happily into your neck, calming down. you're so glad you're in a relationship with such a jerk.

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"hoodie" mike schmidt x gn!reader

mike's new style (possible translations errors)

words: 0.4

mike's wardrobe didn't have any bright hues. his closet was full of gray, white, black, navy blue, and green flowers. he always wore dark clothes so as not to stand out and be invisible.

after one of your sleepovers, when you watched a movie with abby all evening, they stayed at your house. it was cold in the morning, so you gave mike your pink hoodie. of course, he was indignant and angry, saying that it was a bright color, that he didn't wear it and would return it to you the first time they met. It would be silly to say that he didn't return that hoodie to you.

you were wearing oversized clothes, so it suited mike, too, so when you went to his house to look after abby while he went away on business, you saw something you didn't expect.

mike was wearing your pink hoodie and some bright bracelets that abby had woven for him. and the most interesting thing was that he didn't look angry, as if it was his everyday choice of clothes.

you went up to him and kissed him gently on the cheek, it was your little greeting, and then looked him up and down.

"honey, have you been dressing in this style for a long time?.." - mike rolled his eyes at your question and snorted, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.

"it's just convenient.. especially since the hoodie smells like you.. as a little reminder of you. and the bracelets? I can't help but wear them. abby tried." - mike took out another bracelet made of multicolored beads from his pocket and put it in your hand - "..and this is for you. abby said these are your colors."

the bracelet was made of sky blue, pink and white beads. the baby tried so hard.

“thanks.. and by the way, you can take this hoodie, it suits you.." - you playfully poked him in the side with your finger and went to abby's room. mike blushed like a teenager in love and shouted a weak "bye" to you as he left the house.

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"beauty" clapton davis x fem!reader

clapton calms you down and removes your makeup. (possible translations errors)

words: 1.5

notes: I'm so inspired by clapton.. love yourself and know that you are the center of someone else's universe. love you all. there's a lot of repetition of "you", I'm sorry

loving yourself was too hard. before leaving the house, you usually applied thick layers of makeup to hide any facial irregularities or excess redness. you drew arrows for yourself, painted your eyebrows and made up your eyes with black pencil. your face was changing, but even so you felt vulnerable.

dating with a popular guy at school wasn't easy. you didn't really understand how it happened. since early childhood, you and clapton have known each other, and then one day he invited you to dance at a school disco and kissed you. you still think that this is all a joke or a social experiment, that clapton is about to say "freak, it was a prank" and go kiss Iona. she was very beautiful.

you agreed to hang out at your house after school because parents were at work and you could relax at home alone. clapton was sitting on your bed and talking about some band's new album, but you saw yourself in the mirror. you've already regretted this decision several times.

the soft lines, the uneven posture, the strange hairstyle on your head - you felt dirty and disgusting. how could clapton date a girl like that? you looked down at your lap and closed eyes, pushing thoughts away. you needed to get distracted, relax, and not complex again. but it was so hard.

"hey, are you okay?" - clapton asked worriedly, looking at you. he noticed your strange behavior this morning, but he thought you just didn't get enough sleep. it seemed like the reason was something else.

"I don't know.." - you were honest with him. despite his reputation and grades, he was your best friend and now your boyfriend, so you couldn't keep secrets from him.

clapton sat a little closer, he stopped talking about the new album a few minutes ago and started worrying.

"what is it? you can tell me, you know." - you really knew. he wasn't a very good listener, but his hugs were the warmest in the world. he really tried.

it was hard and scary to talk about your complexes, as if you could be laughed at for it. you knew clapton wouldn't do that, but you still couldn't. soft hands landed on your shoulders, pulling towards them. your gaze fell on the reflection again. it's lousy.

you sat hunched over, the folds on your stomach always embarrassed, arms were kind of thick and face was disgusting. clapton was sitting next to you and he was perfect. hairstyle, red shirt, strong arms, toned body.

how does he even touch me?

you tried to say something, but felt this terrible layer of makeup on your face. you couldn't help yourself.

tears streamed down face, smearing mascara and eyeliner. the only wish was for a grave deep underground. no one will see you there for sure.

"hey, sweetie, what are you doing?.." - clapton hugged you to him in shock, completely not understanding your behavior. you didn't have any conflicts with your parents, you always had good grades and friends. why did you feel that way?

his strong, slightly callused hands cupped your shoulders and held you close. he tried to put you on his lap, but you wouldn't.

"honey, what's wrong?" - clapton gently cupped your face in his hands, lifting it up. you didn't want to meet his eyes, desperately trying to turn your head, but he was stronger. he saw your leaking mascara, foundation, and black eyeliner running down your cheeks. his heart ached. thumbs gently wiped it away, trying to calm you down and understand why you are so upset.

"did someone offend you? just say it, I'll deal with this man" - clapton was insistent, not knowing what the real problem was.

“no.. no one offend me.." - your voice trembled and creaked like an unoiled door. it was scary and sticky. you were dirty. you wanted to take a shower, just to wash away all the shame. the coolest guy in school sees you crying and ugly.

"beauty, then what's the problem? have I offended you?"

beauty? It wasn't true. you shook your head and ran your hand over your cheek, smearing the foundation.

"I'm not a beauty.. I feel like a terrible monster.. I'm an ugly freak.." - clapton could hear your hoarse and broken voice.

it's not true

“what? baby, don't say that.. you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." - he was telling the truth. despite his appearance, he valued the soul in a person, so your combination of soul and external beauty created magic.

"that's not true, I'm not like that.."

"really.." - clapton gently leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. there were tears all over your's cheeks, so he wiped them gently with his hand. his gaze fell on your makeup bag with cotton pads and micellar water.

he reached out and placed it next to him, releasing you and pouring some micellar water.

no, not really..

you didn't want this. he shouldn't have seen you. not now.

but you didn't even have time to move when he grabbed your body by the thigh and pulled it towards him, gently washing your makeup off your face.

"that's it. don't cry, princess.." - he always called you those nicknames. your heart was beating faster either from fear or happiness. but you were sure it was from the first one.

after a few minutes of careful movements, he washed off your makeup. your face was blank. no eyeliner, no eyelashes, and not even painted eyebrows. nothing.

for some reason, clapton was looking at you even more lovingly than before.

he stroked your cheeks with his fingers, enjoying the color of your eyes.

"baby.. you're so beautiful to me. Is that why you cried?." - he really couldn't believe how anyone could cry over something like that. you were perfect.

"yes.."

"silly... you're the most beautiful."

"no.."

"yes, pretty girl.."

"you're lying.."

"no.." - with these words, he bent down and placed his gentle kiss on your lips, closing his eyes. you still thought he was lying, but clapton was so persistent. "you're the most beautiful girl in grizzly lake. I'm so proud that you're mine. and I'm so grateful that fate brought me with her."

clapton's forehead was pressed against yours as he whispered this little confession. you could feel the hot breath on your skin and the smell of strawberry gum.

"you're saying that to calm me down.."

“no. I say this from the bottom of my heart.." - he lifted your face by the chin and turned it towards the mirror. you saw a mess in front of you, and clapton saw the universe.

"just look at your beauty. you have such beautiful eyes.. such a nose.. I love your smile.. baby, you're so beautiful without makeup.." - he bent down and ran his fingers over your eyebrows, going down to your cheeks, where there was always blush.

"my sweet girl.." - clapton wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, hugging you tightly. he wanted to protect you from the whole world, and maybe he succeeded.

you sat there for a while and you calmed down while clapton whispered all sorts of nonsense to distract you. of course, he can't always be a jerk.

"I just feel ugly.. it's like I'm worthless.. my body is ugly, I have a lot of complexes.. and you're the most popular guy in school, and even more so.." - you didn't finish and sniffed loudly. his voice rasped and cracked, and clapton looked at him with regret.

"baby..." - his hands are light on your waist as he rests your head on the owl's shoulder.

"don't say that. I'm the most ordinary.. and you're so beautiful.. god.. I adore you. I love your body so much.. your height, weight, build, face- everything is perfect. I'm so lucky to have you..." - you could hear his voice and he wasn't really lying. clapton really loved you. - "..I cherish you so much and I don't want you to say that about yourself. caramel, you should be proud of yourself and love, not suffer.." - clapton's soft lips left a kiss on cheek, and then he pressed your nose.

"I love you.. more than anything in the world. and I certainly don't want you to think that way about yourself.."

you discussed a lot more that evening, and clapton took a photo of you without makeup on his polaroid and then hung it over his bed. now he will always admire his charming girlfriend. and there are cute notes from clapton in your backpack every day: "you have a sweet smile" "you shine brighter than the sun" "my favorite candy" and much more. he knew how hard it was for you to accept yourself, so he tried to support you.

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"boyfriend" mike schmidt x gn!reader

a sketch of what kind of boyfriend mike would be

mike loved to smell your hair, it smelled like his favorite shampoo and was soft to the touch, so when you watched movies, he would gently go through it and caress your scalp.

your number was the first number in his phone book, mike even signed a heart-shaped "<3" next to your name. he loved spending time with you and abby on the weekends, lying in bed and talking about his favorite shows.

after work mike would always go to the store and buy you ice cream, it was his tradition. when abby wasn't home, he loved to love you. sometimes he would wash you, gently stroking your back with a foam sponge and rinsing your hair.

sometimes you would call him at work, and he would always pick up the phone and talk to you until you fell asleep. it was comforting for him to know that you were quietly dreaming in your bed.

mike liked to braid abby's pigtails because you always praised him for it, because he tried so hard.

in the winter you often made snowmen in the backyard and decorated the christmas tree, and in the summer you went to the beach. mike would gently apply sunscreen to your shoulders while abby built sandcastles.

mike was happy, he saw your future in old age, but he rarely said "I love you" to you, but you always knew he did. it was just hard for him to say it, so instead of words, Mike acted.

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"game" josh futturman x gn!reader

josh teaching you how to play games. fluff

words: 0.3 (sketch)

notes: thanks again @leahsluxury for the idea!! love you. you are my muse and my inspiration

after you started dating josh, you often hung out at his house and played games. he always enthusiastically told you about game stories, gameplay and more. you just liked to support his hobby, even if it was a bit silly for a grown-up guy.

today, after work, you went back to josh's house, his parents welcomed you, fed you, and then you went to play. josh had saved up for a new console, so he showed you new games.

colorful pictures flashed before your eyes, and josh's voice buzzed in your head. he could talk about it endlessly until you interrupted him and suggested that you play together. there was only one problem, you didn't know how to operate it.

learning was a little painful until josh sat behind your back and put his arms around you, placing his hands on yours.

"it'll be easier this way." - he whispered a little hotly in your ear, explaining the controls again. you could feel his deodorant, his warm breath and his body heat. he was too close.

you quickly realized how to play the game, but you still pretended not to know how to play it so that josh would sit behind your back longer.

"honey, what are you doing? you press the blue button first and then the red button!" - he explains surprisingly calmly as his fingers slide over yours.

you sit like that for a short while, but then josh gives up and wraps his legs around you, pulling your body behind him and falling onto the bed. he buries his nose in your hair and purrs stupidly like a cat.

"i realized you knew how to play in the first five minutes. you could have just said you wanted some touching." - josh nuzzled you from the back against you, closing his eyes. he knew you too well.

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"shopping" derek danforth x fem!reader

derek shopping with you and understands something. (possible translations errors)

words: 0.9

notes: thanks to @leahsluxury for the idea. I wouldn't have written this without her. ily

I THINK THERE'S TOO MUCH REPETITION OF "YOU", I'M SORRY

you thought that your relationship with derek was some kind of prank. you met him suddenly and spontaneously, knew about his character and lifestyle, so were a bit wary of it. but after you got the title of his girlfriend, he started to change, which was very unexpected. derek still treated others rather cruelly, but with you he was gentle and loving, often teasing you. he liked to blow e-cigarette vapor in your face, slap your ass, and scratch your soft, delicious-smelling skin with his stubble.

he treated you like a queen, spoiling you with gifts and surprises. derek loved spending time with you outside of work, not knowing where that love came from. so when you went shopping, he was always carrying your shopping bags and spoiling. he would never carry your shopping bags himself, he would have asked someone to do it, paid that person, but he wanted to be stronger around you, derek wanted to be your protection.

there was some pop song playing in the mall as you walked with derek, looking at the store signs.

"princess, I don't think you have enough jeans. let's get you some?" - he gently placed his hand on your waist, cradling your body against his. you could smell his perfume and the softness of the fabric from the clothes.

actually, you had already bought too much. you had already walked around a few stores, you didn't choose things that were too expensive as you felt some guilt about it. as if derek didn't make so much money that you would have enough for life ahead of you.

"uh.. I don't know. i kinda have jeans.." - you looked a little embarrassed, not wanting to spend his money, but derek shook his head anyway and took you to an expensive clothing store.

you wandered between the rows, picking out something cheaper, even though everything there was expensive. one pair of jeans and shirts caught your eye, so showed it to derek when he found the price tag with his fingers and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"honey, are you sure?" - in a moment your heart sank into your heels because you figured derek wouldn't buy it for you because of the price. "..it's too cheap. why would you choose something like that? and don't tell me you just like clothes like that."

he obviously understood, seeing the embarrassment and guilt on your face. he was embarrassed by the way you bit your lip and ran your eyes around the walls of the store.

"baby, is everything okay?" - he took you to the wall and set the bags of clothes on the floor while your face frowned slightly.

you realized there was no way back out, so nodded to him and exhaled heavily.

"I just think it's too expensive. i don't want to spend your money, i don't want you to think i'm with you for shopping and stuff. i feel guilty about it." - you closed your eyes so the words would form into sentences easier and you'd be less anxious. "..I've never had that kind of money, no one has ever pampered me or loved me the way you do. it's unexpected. that's why I take you to cheaper stores and choose cheaper clothes. I'm just not used to it, I think I spend too much on myself.."

it was so hard that you almost cried right there. derek's soft, slightly rough hands wrapped around you, pulling you close. you loved his gentle gestures, so unusual for his personality.

"princess, why do you think that?" - he stroked your hair, shaking his head. derek pulled away slightly, showing the ring on his middle finger. you always paid attention to it, looking at the pattern and admiring derek's fingers for a long time.

"this ring is worth as much as a condo for you downtown. and know that I don't spare that kind of money on you. never do. and I'll give you not only rings like this, but anything you want." he gently leaned down to your ear, running his finger along your cheek. "I would give you the universe just to not see sadness on your face, my queen. so choose what you like. i love to see that smile on your face." - derek's lips touched yours, leaving a fiery, loving kiss.

you stood like that for a while, and you decided to get something more expensive, not because it cost more money, but because you liked it at first sight, but you didn't think you were worthy of having that much money spent on you.

you went to the fitting room as derek sat in front of it on a small pouffe and waited for to show up in your new clothes. you tried on a new pair of jeans and a nice slit corset shirt, opening the curtain and showing off to derek. he immediately got up from his seat and walked over, whistling and grabbing your ass.

"there you go, princess. that looks great on you. you're my goddess." - the hot words reached your ear as he piled on top of you slightly and led you into the fitting room, kissing his way down your neck.

"shh.. don't ever think again that you don't deserve to be treated like this.." - you felt strong hands on your waist, derek ready to eat you right there. "..let's go to victoria's secret later.. pick out some cute pajamas and more..."

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"the nightmare" mike schmidt x gn!reader

mike asks you to sleep with him because he had a nightmare (possible translations errors)

words: 0.8

notes: thanks for the idea to @leahsluxury I wouldn't have written this without you. ily

mike didn't pay much, but you could spend the night at his house and spend time with him. after a long time of working for him, you became close, you often slept at his house because it was late to go home, sometimes he'd drive you home, making excuses: "I don't pay enough. you do too much for me, so I can make things a little easier for you".

so tonight, as usual, you were lying on the couch, covered in a warm old blanket that smelled like something between dust and your perfume. mike was long asleep, and so was abby, but for some reason you couldn't sleep, tossing and turning. In fact, you analyzed your relationship with mike. you often hung out at his house, the three of you watched cartoons that abby picked out, cooked at his house, and ate breakfast often. it was like a nice family life. It was dark in the house, the light from the skylights filtering into the house, leaving light traces on the floor and walls. you heard a rustling noise coming from mike's room. his sleep was light and heavy, as he was slowly trying to get off the sleeping pills and into a regular sleep. you frowned, trying to listen to the sound, realizing that you'd probably confused it with the sound from abby's room. but no, when you opened your eyes, you saw mike, walking towards you with crooked steps, a little wobbly.

it was unusual, mike was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and his eyes were squinted, he could hardly see anything, leaning with his hands on the walls. the first thought that popped into your head was that he wasn't feeling well. the pills might have done something to his heart, so you jumped up from the couch and walked towards him, gently stopping his movements.

"hey, hey...what's wrong?" - your voice was a little hoarse from the long inactivity. mike squinted his eyes and grabbed your hands.

"it was a nightmare...i'm scared...i was dreaming..." - mike mumbled something to himself holding your hands tightly.

"you and abby were taken away. in a car. i was alone." - he gulped desperately for air with his lips, opening sleepy eyes. in the darkness of the room you could see the moisture that glistened framing his dark corneas.

"hey, it's okay, I'm here..." - your arms grabbed him tighter, pulling him against you for the first time in a protective hug. mike gripped you tightly, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"I'm scared. this isn't the first time I've dreamt this." - you could hear his sleepy voice shaking. "please... lay with me... please... I'm scared..."

it was the first time mike had opened up to you like this. he had told you about the tragedy involving his little brother, told you about the pizza place and more, but he always tried to be strong, showing it to abby. but now he gave in. his strong arms held you against his body, you could feel his heart beating fast. he really was scared.

"yes, of course..." - you struggled to say as you led mike to his room.

you always associated mike with the forest, that's why one day you gave him an oramatizer with needles. he carefully placed it in his room, so when you entered the room, the soft smell of pine trees hit the living room. mike pulled you to his bed, making room for you.

"please..." - he was still clinging to you like you were his only salvation. the bed was soft and you lay next to him, feeling his warmth. it was unfamiliar and too intimate.

"It's okay, I'm here." - you cuddled him gently, laying mike's head on your chest. your fingers found his hair yourself as you slept stroking it in a soothing motion.

his breathing and heartbeat evened out and a quiet "sorry... thanks." came out of him.

mike definitely felt guilty for this, and a little awkward at being in this position, but he couldn't say it was a bad thing.

"mike? can we talk?" - the words came out of you faster than you could think about it. there was too much going through your head, you and mike had become too close for just acquaintances and friends.

he muttered a quiet "uh-huh", waiting for the question.

"what's between us?" - the question came down on him like an anvil, you felt his heart beat faster again. mike closed his eyes, trying to calm down, and then he said:

"I think I love you."

that night you fell asleep in each other's arms as you stroked his slightly dry hair and he sniffled against your chest. the next day would not be the same as the one before. now you know everything. now you are together.

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"dance". clapton davis x gn!reader

a sketch about how clapton asked you to dance. fluff. (possible translations errors)

some stupid pop song almost burst your eardrums as you moved in the dance. after drinking a couple of glasses of some cheap beer your friend gave you in the school toilet, the prom seemed more fun than it had been at the beginning. the music changed, first something energetic, something quiet, some rap, a slow dance. at the last one, you usually stood somewhere against the wall and watched all these teenagers huddled together like they were alone, or people who didn't really know each other dancing because one of them had been asked to dance.

you put your beer glass on the table when you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder.

"hey, listen", - clapton suddenly appeared behind you, clearly a little tipsy and cheerful. "...do you want to dance?"

that was unexpected. you didn't hang out with clapton much, he'd broken up with his weird girlfriend not too long ago, who sometimes discussed you in the bathroom while you were in the stall. he usually teased you or made jokes when he was in a funny mood. you'd gone out with him a couple times and skateboarded with him when he'd said you couldn't do it. so getting him to ask you to dance was a bit of a surprise.

"like, a slow dance?" - you were feeling a little nervous, even though you had drank enough to get your brain to soften up.

"well, yeah. if you want to", - clapton didn't look convinced, but you could see the hope in his eyes.

"uh... if you want to tease your ex-girlfriend this way...", - you didn't get a chance to finish when he interrupted you.

"no! god no... I don't care about her. especially since she's already hanging out with some guy I don't even know the name of...well...", - clapton turned around, seeing his ex-girlfriend at the back of the room almost licking the mouth of another high school senior on the basketball team. the gears were turning in your head as you considered this proposal, but you still agreed. clapton was a nice guy.

romantic music filled the space as you stood closer to the wall and danced. he put his hands on your waist, not quite knowing what to do, and you on his shoulders. clapton was definitely not calmer than you, he was biting his lips, running his eyes around the room, and you could feel that his hands were a little sweaty from the exertion. in fact, the sensation of his touch was pleasant, your body reacted to it, sending a slight spasm in your stomach and chest, closer to your heart.

"you look even better today than usual...", - he said quietly, nervously raising his gaze to you and then immediately averting it. he'd probably already thought a hundred times that this was a bad idea and he'd embarrassed himself.

"thank you... you too. I like your shirt", - you complimented him back, feeling a bubble forming around you that gave you away from the other guys. you probably looked stupid from the outside, but neither you nor clapton thought about it.

instead of silly thoughts, clapton lifted his hand from your waist and gently fixed your hair.

"uh... you've got a little... well, it looks even better this way..." - his fingers gently stroked your hair behind your ear, ostensibly fixing it, but really you could feel him just stroking you there. your knees were buckling, so you gripped your shoulders with more strength.

when the music ended clapton stopped a little reluctantly, he was used to the slight warmth of your body, and so when you stepped back to the table he followed you.

"uh... listen, are you going home alone, or are you going with your friends...?" - he was obviously up to something, because by that question you could tell his intentions.

"i'm going alone, why?"

"uh... it's late, and you know, dangerous?... you're a little drunk, so... why don't I walk you home? for your safety", - clapton said it nervously and a little confused, it wasn't like his usual slightly cocky personality, which you liked. you realized he cared.

"yeah, sure, let's..."

you couldn't imagine that tonight he would take your hand and walk you all the way to the door of your house on a dark street, and then kiss you softly on the cheek so as not to startle you.

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"silly drawings." clapton davis x gn!reader

a sketch about small drawings on the body and clapton's stupidity. fluff. possible translations errors. dedicated to @leahsluxury

when the biology project was over, you were sitting in clapton's room and suffering bullshit. at first you were just chatting, then you were gossiping, clapton was telling you about the new skateboard wheels, and then your conversation slowly turned into chatter about the two of you. you've discussed your future, going to college, moving away from your parents, and more. the most pressing and burning issues have entered your teenage minds.

clapton didn't want you to go to another city to study. you understood him, but he accepted your choice anyway and said that he would call and text you often, and he would also wear a t-shirt with your name on it so that everyone would know that he was in a relationship.

"you're a silly... " - when you said that, clapton was rummaging through the drawer with pens and pencils because he remembered that he needed it for his history lesson tomorrow.

"I'm not silly, I just love you." - he took out a pair of colored pencils and a black pen from the drawer, starting to turn it in his hands and show you tricks. all those deft finger movements delighted you, but you pretended to think he was goofy and funny so that clapton wouldn't be too happy at your mercy. he needs to know his place.

and then he suddenly grabbed your hand, stuck out the tip of his tongue, concentrating on his work, and started drawing something on your hand. you tried to pull away, but he squeaked and shook his head.

"wait! no. I'm painting..." - clapton painted you. he painted you as cats, and you couldn't tell exactly what he did. damn, it looked awfully, awfully cute.

you bent down to see the drawing, and then you laughed, grabbing the pen from him and starting to draw on his hand.

"hey, what is this?!" - he exclaimed, seeing you drawing someone on his arm. your drawing skills were better than clapton's.

"justin bieber. this is so that you don't forget who you look like."

"what?! I don't look like justin bieber!" - oh, he was clearly unhappy with such a comparison, so he jerked his hand away from your grip. In fact, he definitely didn't resent you. I just wanted to show that he doesn't like this pop song for little girls, he's not like that.

you couldn't get mad at him, so you quickly drew a heart on his arm and hugged him.

"come on, don't get mad, fool. but you have a hairstyle like justin bieber..." - clapton gave up, hugging you back.

"no... okay, if you like it, then yes, like justin bieber..."

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"trampoline date." josh futturman x gn!reader

a sketch about a date with Josh at the trampoline center. fluff. (possible translations errors)

the room was a rainbow of colors, with children laughing and having fun everywhere. and Josh brought you here. it was an entertainment center with trampolines, arcade games and everything, he really wanted to come here, and he thought it would be more fun for the two of you. now you have a date.

your fingers intertwine with Josh's as you look around, slightly embarrassed.

"uh, why are there so many kids here?" - you're a little stressed, you're going to look silly among them, but josh doesn't seem worried about it.

"I don't know, look, there's trampolines, let's go!" - and he pulls you by the hand to the trampolines.

it's actually cooler than you might think: bungee cords, special climbing walls, trampolines, table basketball, air hockey, and more. you were in a place like this the last time you were a kid, and now you're here on a date with josh. well, in a way, he's a kid too.

your foot steps on the trampoline and you feel like you're falling. It's a strange feeling, but it's quickly addictive and in a few seconds you're bouncing high. Josh is laughing out loud while trying to do tricks.

"look! there's a huge hole with paralon balls in it!" - he shouts to you, jumping over the trampolines right to this side. he maneuvers deftly and with another jump jumps right into this soft pit. now you can only see his hands.

you don't feel like you're on a date with a guy, you're here to take care of your little son who needs supervision.

"hey, babe, jump in here!" - a couple of deft moves and your body falls into dozens or even hundreds of paralon balls, and you feel Josh grab your hand.

"haha, got you!" - he tries to pull you to him, but it doesn't come out easily, so you help him and move on your own. his hand presses you against him, and his lips leave a small kiss on your cheek.

"you're brave, you weren't even afraid to jump in here..." - josh whispers and chuckles, clearly enjoying the intimacy of the moment. it's written all over his face how pleased he is with this date, even if it has just started.

you've tried almost every kind of entertainment there is. bungee jumping, rock climbing, slides you can roll down, ball pools and more. and now you're tired and sitting in a small cafe inside the entertainment center eating pizza. you are lying on josh's shoulder with your eyes closed and enjoying your little rest. with one hand he is eating pizza and with the other he is stroking your waist, holding you tighter and warming you with the warmth of his body.

"hey, honey, you're gonna fall asleep." - he whispers this in your ear, seeing your smile. you're glad you came here on this particular date.

"no, I won't fall asleep, and hey, save me a slice of pizza..." - you mutter, poking him somewhere sideways with your finger. he snorts at you and frowns, but still calms down. josh can't stay mad at you for long. "...uh, thanks for bringing me on a date here. this place is really cool..."

you couldn't make a nice speech, but josh understood you. he finished his pizza and turned his head, leaving a wet kiss on your cheek.

"thank you for agreeing to come here...and you know, I didn't realize you were so good at rock climbing." - he chuckles as he remembers you falling off of there and the safety net holding you up.

"oh, shut up.." - of course you're not mad at him. how can you be mad at him? so you decide not to mention the time Josh tried to show off his trampoline skills and almost broke his back. you just decide to keep your mouth shut.

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"awareness." x josh futturman x gn!reader

tags: fluff, no y/n, no mention of pronouns, possible translation errors, silly josh, 1.2 words, awareness of falling in love

you felt used and broken. the guy you had been talking to for the last month, the one you felt attached to, had cheated on you and taken advantage of your kindness. you had agreed to go out on a date, but he never showed up, and then he texted you saying that he had dozens of people like you and that he didn't want to hang out with you.

you didn't go home, your feet led you to josh's house. you've known each other since you were kids, he's seen you grow up and supported you every step of the way, so his house, him and even his parents were a safe haven for you. josh was very worried when he heard about your date, so when he heard the knock on the door he knew everything.

"damn it, come here." - josh said as he opened the door and saw you with tears in your eyes. his soft arms wrapped around you, pulling your body into the house and whispering in your ear.

he was always there for you. you listened to his monologues about the games, often staying at sleepovers and attending family dinners. he was always in awe of you and worried, so when you told him about the new boys you met, his heart ached. he was afraid that they would hurt you, that your heart would never be the same again. josh worried that you would stop trusting others.

sitting you down on the couch, he put his arm around your shoulders. "tell me what happened." - and he listened intently to your whole story about how this guy had tricked you, lied to you and used you. josh's soft, slightly sweaty palms squeezed your shoulders and his cheek pressed against your hair.

"fuck, I hate him. look, I get that you want a relationship, but like... they're all bastards. they're not worthy of you, when are you gonna realize that?" - you understood him, you understood why he was angry, but you continued to hang out with these guys anyway, not noticing that it was in Josh's arms that you felt most comfortable.

"i'm sorry. i don't know. they're the only ones that make me feel needed." - that was the first thing out of your mouth when you realized your situation. you were hugged by josh, who was always there for you, his family loved you, and you were attached to some asshole who said things like "pretty face" or "pretty body" to you.

"just listen to me." - his face turned serious, and you could see the pure worry in his once cheerful eyes. "like, I need you, okay? without you, I'm nothing, really. with or without makeup, with a cheerful mood or a sad one like this, I need you." - the words flew from Josh's lips, and he didn't even realize what he was saying. "...you're the coolest person on this planet. like...I don't know, you're like a computer to me. well...I can't be without you."

you listened to his words, coming straight from your heart, and you realized you've been doing something wrong your whole life. all the time you had Josh in front of you, and you paid attention to others. he was really always there for you, always supporting you, writing stupid comments under your posts and commenting on your photos. you took it for granted. and now you realized it all.

You stared at him like a deer in the headlights of a car as he leaned in and left a soft kiss on your cheek. his unshaven cheek tickled your skin and goosebumps ran through your body. it felt so right. you wanted more. sure, you'd kissed before josh, dirty, slutty, and sometimes tender, but it never felt like this.

"josh.." - his name flew off your lips like some kind of prayer as he was now looking at you like a deer, realizing what he had done.

"sorry. but i couldn't. i like you too much and i can't let this go. god i have to kick those assholes..." - when he brought up all your exes, josh's nose twitched slightly and his eyebrows drew together at the bridge of his nose. it was a moment from a movie or tv show, you felt like it wasn't happening to you. it was as if your whole life you had overlooked the love and happiness that had always been there for you. that love was always talking about games and being allergic to nuts. that love texted you stupid messages after work and gave you the best hug of all. that love was josh. josh futturman.

your hands gripped his shoulders as you reached up for a kiss. he ahhed and opened his eyes, but gave in to you. you immediately found the perfect balance and harmony, he breathed heavily through his nose, kissing you like it was some kind of competition. you could feel his inept movements. josh had a girlfriend once, but they broke up quickly, and it was a long time ago, so he had definitely lost that skill.

you exhaled heavily and pulled away from him, placing your hands on his cheeks and looking into his disbelieving eyes.

"...I'm sorry, I was being infantile." - your fingers stroked his rough cheek while he still couldn't believe what was happening. "...you've always been there for me. like...thank you. let's try something more than just being friends...?" - you realized where this could lead, but you knew that the best relationships come from strong friendships.

"are you serious?" - josh really didn't believe what you were saying. But you were serious. His disbelieving puppy dog eyes stared into yours. He looked like a deer.

"Yes. Seriously. please, josh. You're the closest person to me. You understand me better than anyone else, even better than I do, and damn..." - you leaned in again and left your soft kiss on his lips. he pulled you to him and hugged you tightly, afraid it wasn't true.

"wow, yeah, yeah, sure...I don't mind...you know, we'll go on a date to that cafe, and the amusement park..." - he started babbling incoherently about your future, stroking your back. "...I promise I'll be on my best behavior. if you suddenly don't like something, just say so...I'm shocked."

"okay, just, uh, thanks for being there for me." - your fingers gently brushed his unruly bangs. you both didn't fully understand what had happened. you'd never had any strong feelings for josh, but maybe it was worth pushing your boundaries just a little bit to give you butterflies in your stomach and a sense of security. you'd be happy now.

you open instagram and see a new post from josh. the picture was of the two of you and cotton candy and another picture of you kissing him on the cheek. a warm feeling appeared in your chest as the feeling of not being hidden and ready to be shown on instagram filled your chest. you looked at the caption of the pictures and chuckled, josh was so silly.

"at the amusement park with my sweetie. my sweetie wasn't even scared, I'm proud of this behavior. xxx" your reply didn't take long and you quickly typed: "yeah, you didn't even pee your pants, proud of you."

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"a gift for a young you". mike schmidt x gn!reader

a sketch about how mike gives you a childhood dream for christmas. fluff. (possible translation errors)

every christmas, mike worked overtime to be the best santa for abby. but with you in his life, he had one more job to do - to be the best boyfriend. the situation with abby was clear, she wrote a letter to santa every year: "dear santa. my name is abby schmidt. all year long, I obeyed my older brother mike, went to bed early and didn't throw toys around.."

but when mike would ask you directly what you wanted, you'd always dodge his question and say something like "I don't need a present" or "I already have everything, don't waste money on me."

of course, mike knew that wasn't true, that you wanted a little christmas miracle too. and when you mentioned to him the toy you had dreamed of all your childhood, he realized what would be under the tree on christmas day.

you and mike agreed that you would celebrate christmas at his place, so you went over to his house that evening. you didn't do anything big, just watched christmas movies and fooled around. abby was very excited, so when she saw the presents under the tree, she ran to open them.

"look! santa got me exactly what I asked for!" - she was busily opening a box with a new house for her little figures and dolls. mike looked on lovingly realizing that he had not wasted his energy.

"mike, why?" - he heard you say as you noticed the gift with a note with your name on it. you started to say again that you didn't need anything and it was optional. you were so worried about his finances.

"honey, it's okay. you gave me a gift and i can't leave you without it." - he reassured you, sitting down next to you on the rug. while abby played with her gift, you unwrapped yours.

"no way.." - he saw the tears on your face. no, mike wasn't ready for this. you talked about how you wanted this toy before when you were little, but he didn't know it would bring out so much emotion in you.

"mike, honey, why did you do that.." - you kept muttering something incoherent, sniffing your nose and opening your christmas present.

"hey, why are you crying? it's a present, you should be happy!" - abby genuinely didn't understand your tears. she didn't quite understand the full range of human emotions yet, so to her, tears of joy were something incomprehensible. although maybe you had more than just tears of joy.

your hands reached for his tank top, hugging him tightly and whimpering into his neck.

"thank you.. god.. this is the best christmas present ever.." - he heard somewhere near his ear as he gently stroked your back.

still, it wasn't in vain. he could still tolerate the bruises under his eyes.