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prompt 90. - ' I don't want anyone besides you." + 76 "I don't know how to love someone without hurting them.
Pairing :Â Steve Harrington x (they/them) Henderson! reader
Type :Â Angst + fluff
Word count :Â 960
Happy New Year!!
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The night air was crisp but cold, and your arms wrapped around yourself in a poor attempt to fight it off. It had all gotten a bit much inside, needing to take a breather to calm down after the last hectic few days - it wasn't often you saved the whole world from death. A shiver ran through you as the wind gently blew, eyes locked up on the stars as you sat on the sqwauk's steps, drowning out the ongoing noise inside of weak bickers over their current scheming session. You didn't look up or flinch as you heard the doors open and then shut, a presence looming over you from behind.
He paused a few steps away, simply observing for a little bit before he approached. There was an acceptance that he wasn't great at things like this - comforting, talking, and confronting feelings. "You're gonna freeze out here," Steve spoke, his voice gentle and caring, almost like how he spoke to the kids when they were distressed about something. His gaze flickered over you, looking at your huddled figure before settling for a very brief time on your face. Steve glanced inside, looking at the clothing pegs, biting his lip. "Got an extra hoodie inside?" he murmured, careful not to tread over the line between you two since the breakup. There was a quiet deliberation on your face, tempted to do the usual sarcastic retort and leave it at that, but something about the idea of arguing today exhausted you alone.
"That would be nice. Thanks," you muttered, still not glancing in his direction and letting out a begrudged sigh. Steve froze for a split second, evidently having not expected that himself. He ignored the flutter in his chest, taking the gratitude over your usual snarky comments, sending you a nod as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Be right back," he spoke, heading back inside before coming back out, silently holding a hoodie out to you. You quietly thanked him again, slipping it on as you attempted to block out the familiar comforting scent. His eyes were locked on you as you pulled his hoodie on, trying to block out the slight thrill he felt at the sight. He opened his mouth only to then shut it, running a hand through his hair subconsciously, a habit he did when nervous. He cleared his throat, hesitantly sitting on the steps, his shoulder brushing against yours lightly as he attempted to play it cool.
There was a heaviness in the air - unsure whether it was the looming nerves of having to save the world in a few hours or if it was the tension between the two of you. It was a change to the normal back and forth, a shared understanding of the severity of the situation. It wasn't normal; they were twenty and should be doing the normal things people their age did, rather than having this pressure on them. A personal choice of obliviousness led them to focus on the younger kids. Steve glanced down at you, his eyes on you like it was his first time meeting you, a unspoken glisten in them. "Stop staring," you hushed, trying to avoid looking back at him, cheeks flushed a little. "Didn't know I needed permission," he shot back, the familiar bite back in his voice earning a sigh from you.
"Yeah, well, it's weird to stare at your ex," you defended, voice wavering a little as you coughed to try and cover it up. His breath hitched as well, wincing at how final your choice of words was. He looked thrown off, a forced chuckle escaping him as he slightly nodded. "Maybe I don't know how else to look at you," he shot back, hands lightly gripping the edge of the stairs, slightly taken aback by his own vulnerability. He softened a little at your silence before speaking up again, voice barely a whisper. "I don't know how to love someone without hurting them." They hung between them, and he wanted to take them back immediately, not being the type to open up easily. He shifted, clearing his throat as he went to get up. "Forget I said anything," he pleaded, voice rougher than normal, almost like he was on the verge of crying.
"Steve-" you started, unsure of yourself as to why you were doing this. "Don't," he shot out, getting up and taking a step back. His jaw tensed, feeling the walls he'd spent time trying to build back up with you immediately crumbling, pissing him off a bit more. "I don't want your pity," he snapped, heading up the remaining steps and to the door, only stopping when you spoke out. "I don't want anyone besides you. Never did." That made him pause midstep, hand resting on the handle. There was nothing for a while until a small "Fuck." came out raw. A mix of confusion, disbelief, and hope on his face. "You don't get to say shit like that after everything," he tried to brush off, eyes shutting briefly.
"The world could end tomorrow. You think I'd lie now?" you argued a little, breath hitching at your own honesty. There was frustration and anger on his face before it changed to hope, his feet moving before he could doubt his own actions, and he reached you in a few steps. "I ruin things-" he started, a crack in his armour, walls, and confidence that he usually exhibited. "I don't want to start over," you whispered, nothing but longing and pleading clear in your voice. "What if it ends the same?" he said before he could stop, his fingers gripping you a little tighter than normal, silently searching for assurance.
Will be posting more of this on my wattpad @/Vampires4voni !!
Here's chapter one :P
Ch.1 - sticks 'n stones! (and trash lids)
This is it. This is the day. June 15th. Ice-cream's dripping, sunhats tipping, and children kicking. Nothing within a 5 mile radius from Crossland High School could survive the perpetual heat that protrudes from the continuous clash of sneakers and repetitive cries of supply teachers. It's 11:55 am - 5 minutes left until the last bell rings throughout the dimmed-light halls, and 5 minutes left until shouted oaths of freedom emerge in victory over defeated teachers. Over in Room 2A, English class, Rodrick Heffley can be seen lounged over a rigid desk. Nothing about him screams 'focused' - nothing except from his eyes, which are fixated onto the clock with sheer determination. The teacher's words are ambience noise to him, they become harmonious with the pen clickings and foot tapping that's heard in other corners of the room. Four minutes left. A student, two seats behind Rodrick, raises their hand with anticipation drenched in their brow. The teacher calls on them.
"Can I go to the bathroom? I'm not feeling well." The sweat-browed student requests whilst wiping their forehead with their oversized sleeves. The teacher opens their mouth, pauses to squint at the clock, and responds to the student - who is now in a pool of sweat. "no, Archie." Groans and 'tsks' arise within the classroom and are soon rivalled with Mr. Den's rebuttal. "Class ends in 3 minutes. I don't want any further interruption nor distraction! I know your tactics, everyone!" Of course, Rodrick takes no notice of this attempt of escape. How could he care to? He's too fixated on the salvation the clock will bring to him in 2 minutes time.
2 minutes.
Rodrick's hypnotisation snaps at the sudden request from the front of the class. A devious grin is plastered against Mr Den's face, paired with eyes that scream 'I'm going to ruin your life'. Rodrick recognises this look and is soon haunted with the realisation that he just might not escape today's torture of Crossland High. There's one minute left. One measly minute.
"Of course, I'm sure your devoted attention to my class will pay off nicely when you answer this last question?"
"Sh*t." spurs in pairs in Rodrick's head. He in fact had not devoted his attention to Mr Den's classroom that hour. Nor the previous day, or the whole year for that matter. "...Ok?"
With three light taps to the green-tinted chalk-board, a famous quote from classical literature is circled heavily in white chalk. "Fair is foul and foul is fair." Mr Den's eyes do not leave Rodrick's - this ensures his doom.
"This is very simple, Rodrick. I'm being nice." Mr Den says. Rodrick responds with "...Uh huh." His eyes pan quickly to the clock - 30 seconds left.
"What play is this quote from?" Mr Den asks, this time there's no hint of mischief in his voice. Rodrick scratches his head. "The hell, how am I supposed to know that?" he questions himself. Followed by a response of snickering from other classmates - Mr Den takes a deep breath with resolve to encourage him. "We looked at the book today. Actually, we looked at it for the past 2 weeks. You know this." Rodrick scans the board, letter for letter, hoping to decipher secret prophecies between the lines that may reveal the answer to Mr Den's ridiculous riddle. Mr Den resorts to anger. "You will not be leaving anytime soon if you cannot answer this question!" 10 seconds left. Everyone's looking at Rodrick, and Rodrick's now wishing he was the clock himself. 5 seconds left. "Rodrick!" Mr Den shouts, "Stay behi-"
"Cinderella!" Rodrick shouts back, shoving books in his bag and running out the door with the other students. It's 12pm. School's out. All that's left is a classroom of papers and Mr Den, astonished at the levels of stupidity that could be attained in humanity.
. . .
Back at home, Rodrick swings his backpack on the front door, with a complete disregard for the hat stand and an elaborate coat rack Mrs Heffley setup for this exact reason. He walks past the kitchen, up to his bedroom without failing to kick Greg Heffley in the shins (purposely) whilst doing so. He slumps to his bed in satisfaction. "Finally." he mumbles to himself whilst closing his eyes in submission to the 8 weeks of relaxation Summer break is obliged to bring him. 8 weeks. "Eight...." Rodrick rolls out of the bed and onto the floor in his newfound boredom. He hadn't really processed the longevity of eight whole weeks with no plans. He checks his cellphone for any news, anything he can make plans out of. Dry. He drags himself to his computer, hoping that meaningless entertainment can carry him through the summer.
30 minutes later of aimless scrolling, Rodrick was about to lose his mind until he received a notification from Drew. Drew is the person he'd stick with since middle school; both band-geeks, both edgy. With his overly-combed ginger hair, oversized band t-shirt and big-rimmed glasses makes him look like a feeble suburban kid; very different from Rodrick's untamed hair, huge eyebags and unrefined, mischievous grin. The text read:
"Yo. Check School website page. Biggggg opportunity ;)"
Rodrick squints back at the text with confusion. Usually, he'd ignore any text from Drew regarding school, and so he did. Not. Obviously, he immediately went to investigate the website. Anything at this point was a necessity in battling this boredom.
*"Dear ALL students of Crossland High School!
Summer break's out! Congratulations all for smashing the year with your hard work!
You all are very swag!"*
Rodrick cringes slightly at the poor school's bad attempt of sounding like a teenager.
*"To start off the very epic break with a BANG, the school would like to give you the OPPORTUNITY to showcase your creativity! That's right - the theme for the summer is CREATIVITY!"*
Rodrick's interests have peaked.
*"In four weeks today, your goal is to submit a picture or video representing how you centre your creativity! The creative admissions board will be AWARDING the best three applicants with a $75 Amazon gift voucher and a two-week long dedicated promotion on the Crossland school website page."*
Rodrick thought his interest peaked before, but this is a new level.
Instantly, he called Drew up. No time to waste.
"Hey, no time to mess about. This isn't just an opportunity, this is a game changer."
"Uh, duh! That's why I sent the link. We have like four weeks tho, We'll be fine."
Rodrick thought about this for a second. There's eight weeks of summer break, yet submissions are in four weeks. They want people to waste away in the desperation of wanting to know who won! How cruel is that?
"Nah, everyone ELSE has four weeks. We have no time to waste - we NEED to win this."
"Bro, who else would win? Me, you and Ward. We're the best band out there!"
Ward's the Bass guitarist. He doesn't even go to Crossland High School, he joined the band when the three met at Middle school. Ward moved before freshman year, but not so far that they couldn't meet up once every couple of weeks. His dyed, buzz cut hair and deep-set eyes blocked by his vantablack shades make him out to be 'hardcore' - or so others would describe him as before getting to know him. In actuality, he's quite sweet.
Drew mentions that he'll call up Ward to confirm a date that he can visit, leaving Rodrick up to the brainstorming. Should they use one of their previous songs or step up their game and produce a new one just for this competition? As Rodrick resorts to heavy-thinking, he swiftly picks up his skateboard and heads out the door - of course, not without kicking his younger brother, Greg Heffley, in the shins.
Mid Skating, Rodrick's attentiveness towards brainstorming gets interrupted by a sudden notification, which doesn't fail to distract him - leading to him tripping over a bin lid! Ignoring his now-bleeding knee, he swiftly checks for the text, being from y/n.
"Hey. U seen the skl website? ;)"
Rodrick stares at the text for a few seconds. And then a for few more. His heeding brow transplants to a mischievous grin as he conjures a snarky reply.
"What talent wld U even show? đ"
"Woww! You know how to spell talent?"
Sniggering at the reply, the dimly lit phone changes to a faint blue, as y/n requests to facetime him, startling Rodrick. He panicked, accidentally answering the call, only to be met with his bleeding cheek from the fall. He quickly redirects the camera to the blue sky - not a cloud in sight.
"...Why am I only seeing the sky...?"
"Uh, what?"
"The sky. Move your camera, I can't see you."
"What? I think we're breaking up? I... can't hear you!"
"Maybe seeing me will help? Look up, doofus."
Rodrick's avid dismissal and falsified obliviousness is met with an abrupt end to their phone call. Rodrick looks up slowly, to now also be met with a now-approaching y/n.
"Ohh..." y/n realises, as she assesses Rodrick's state.
"Don't say a word." Rodrick, embarrassed, diverts his eyes, accepting defeat to y/n, who is now laughing away. He didn't want to be seen like that. Not in front of her. She analyses his current state, teary eyed from her prolonged laughs, and grows slightly concerned for his bleeding knee and cheek. Offering a band aid, she kneels down.
"You know, from a few steps away, I couldn't tell if all that red stuff was you blushing or bleeding." y/n jokes lightly. Growing more flustered, Rodrick snatches the bandaid and slaps it on, but not before throwing a coughing fit upon hearing the word 'blushing' - he'd done that, too. Joining Rodrick, y/n sits on the pavement ground, looking ahead at the road. They're silent for some time.
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My attempt at freestyling my writing (âżâĄâżâĄ)
Themes: body insecurity, relationship, melancholy
I'm a beginner! Please be nice :)
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I thought Iâd lost the ability to cry by now.
A daunting feeling approached me, the grizzly bear of my dreams had been escaping hibernation; the encroaching growls were loud - very loud, but not quite like my tears hitting the dirt of my shoes. Sliding and cleansing, cleansing away the clarity of my thoughts. Nothing makes sense anymore.
âI..donât like you like that, i guess.â The furrowing of my brows exposed my great confusion, unfortunately exposing a greater sense of reality. He caught this, I know, because his instant resolve to his âIâm sorryâsâ and âI didnât mean toâsâ were his typical aim to feed away my sorrows, mend away the joke he made of me. The joke I am to be. His words were so filling, so overbearing; like a sack of rocks, he's dragging me down. Iâm never famished, though. Iâm always hungry. Always wanting more. Iâm disgusted.
I part my lips to speak, maybe to spur something out thatâll make him pity me more. Gratify my underlying appetite. Iâm always hungry.Â
âHow muchâŚâÂ
â...Pardon?â
Forcing him glances, I notice the lack of palpability between us - our lost connection. There was no chef and guest, there was no bear and prey. There was no him and I. There was gluttony, however, filling the void between us. Desire, greed, an audacious tendency.
ââŚâ Iâm full of tears to the point that they're pouring out. Feeding on his attention, my appetite is fulfilled.
Masterlist | Five nights at freddys masterlist |
Requested :Â no
Based on character ai { Mike Schmidt by @/ykangel}
Pairing :Â best friend!Michael Schmidt x female!reader
Pronouns :Â you/yours
Type :Â fluff
Word count :Â 1.5k
Content:Â best friends, mutual pinning, slightly ooc + non canonical
Have a great day !!Â
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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 wayâŚ" 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.
Based on character ai { Javier Escuella by @/addynot}
Pairing :Â bf!Javier Escuella x reader
Pronouns :Â you/yours
Type :Â angst
Word count :Â 1.4k
Warnings :Â 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. âHey,â He spoke, turning his head to look at you. His eyes sparkled, a small smile on his lips, âWhat do you call that in English?â 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. âButterfly.â He repeated, âButterflyâŚâ Javier looked at it as it settled down onto your arm, his voice filled with childlike awe as he looked at a creature heâd 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. âReally?â He asked, his voice still filled with awe at the two practically harmless creatures. âSo those two butterflies â will they stay together forever?â Javier said, âWill they fly to the same places, and have the same destination? They will see the same things, and they wonât change for someone else?â he questioned, wanting to know more and his mind full of you. "âŚYeah, 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 knowâŚ" 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. âI wish it could be tooâŚ" 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. âI wish we could leave.â He admitted, âJust me and you. Start a new life somewhere else⌠We could make a family⌠Raise children togetherâŚâ 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 Arthurâs name, his mouth twisting into a frown as he stared at the flowers which surrounded you both. âI canât.â He whispered, shaking his head as he closed his eyes to try and block out reality. âI canât betray Dutch like that. Heâs like a father to me. Heâs raised me for most of my lifeâŚ.â 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. Javierâs 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. âI canât help it.â He replied, his voice filled with frustration, âHe means so much to me. What can I do? Just abandon the man who did the most to take care of me?â 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 âusâ hit him squarely in the chest and he flinched, sighing as he looked at the ground. âIâŚâ 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. âI canât.â He finally admitted, after a long while of consideration, âI just canât.â 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, âDo NOT say that.â He said, in a stern voice, âHeâs NOT more important! I love you!â He continued with growing intensity, âYouâre the most important thing in my life! But if I betray him, what does that make me? A coward? A backstabbing traitor?â 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. âI⌠I canât.â He finally admitted, âYou know I can't follow you there. I canât go and betray him. Do you really think I can be the man you want?â 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 wasnât 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.
âIâŚâ 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. Javierâs expression hardened even more. He struggled to speak, as the air tightened around his throat. It couldnât end like this. No. Not after all youâve been through together. âDonât do this.â 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. âDo you really think I want this?â Javier's tone was stern, as he looked at you with pleading eyes. âItâs easy for you. But if I leave, Iâm betraying everything they stand for. But if I stay with them, then I betray you.â he debated quietly.
"Are they dearer than I?" you asked, eyes full of pleading as you gazed at his. The silence was deafening, and Javierâs heart broke with each passing second⌠As you continued to plea him, begging for some sort of answer from him. He didnât want to answer. He didnât want to have to make the hard decision. His eyes stayed on the ground, and he shook his head slightly as he responded. âDonât make me answer that.â 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. âPlease,â That was all he said, âPlease donât do this to us. Please.â 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 couldnât do this to him. To abandon each other againâŚ
He couldnât let those footsteps get away from him again.
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'Â 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 anymoreÂ
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.Â
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?
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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. âHey, uh, I was talking to the who is assigned to you for Secret Santa. They wanted me to ask what you want for Christmas.â Heâs terrible at keeping secrets, so youâre bound to find out itâs him. "Oh! uhâŚlet 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 shouldnât have signed up for this event. "Go ahead, I donât mind." He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, waiting for you to tell him more. "Well...I like music, video gamesâŚ" 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 gamesâŚI 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. Itâs 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 couldnât contain himself anymore. The blush spread on his cheeks. His heart was pounding so hard it sounded like thunder. He hoped you didnât see just how much he was starting to fall in love with you. âYeah, way! You have such good taste in games!â 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 couldnât 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 toâŚactually 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. âI would love to play with you!â
"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. âHmmm.â Leon had never even thought about that question. He couldnât care less about the gift he would receive. In fact, he was more excited about what gift he was giving to you. He couldnât wait to see the look on your face when you realized it was from him⌠He didnât mention any of that, of course. âJust something that I would be able to use for work. Maybe like, a new handgun or something?â 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. Iâm pretty sure Iâm 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 didnât think there were many other people out there who listened to them âYou like Sleep Token?â 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 couldnât 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 Leonâs head. Is this what I think it is?? âYou wanted to see them in concert? But you couldnât get tickets?â Leon thought about the tickets he got from a friend just a few days ago. Tickets toâŚSleep 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 couldnât believe he got so lucky to end up as your partner this year. He couldnât wait for the secret to be revealed so he could finally tell you how much he loves you. âYeah, I'll see you later.â Leon leaned in, trying to keep it subtle, but he couldnât 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. Leonâs eyes lit up when he saw it was you. His heart beat quickly. He was trying to hide a nervous sweat. âThere you are! Iâve been looking for you!â Leon noticed you had already found a present. Oh noâŚdid someone get to you first?
"Merry Christmas." you grinned, handing it to him "I'm your secret Santa." Leonâs eyes lit up. He cannot believe his ears. This is really happening? âIâm yours as well? No way! This is so crazy.â Leon cannot contain himself. The blush on his cheeks is spreading across his entire face. Itâs 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. Leonâs eyes went wide. He couldnât believe what he was seeing. Not only was it the exact handgun he wouldâve asked for, but it had all of his favourite elements engraved on it, and the lyrics from his favourite Sleep Token song. This wasnât just his favourite gun, this was his dream gun. âYou actually got meâŚIâŚI cannot believe how much you paid attention to what I said.â
"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 Leonâs 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 couldnât believe how lucky he was to end up with such a beautiful person as you as his secret Santa partner. âYeah, haha. I am yours as well. Here, let me give it to you.â 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."
âBut I did!â Leon couldnât believe how much heâd 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 weâd 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 heâd gotten them, but he was having too much fun playing with you. âI worked my magic to get them.â He smirked.
He couldnât wait to spend time with you at the concert. âAre you excited?â 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." "
HeyâŚ" You paused for a second, cheeks tinting as you looked up at him. "MaybeâŚmaybe we could make it a date?" You asked nervously, a cheeky grin on your face. Leonâs heart skipped multiple beats. A date? Do you mean a romantic date? He wasnât quite sure he had heard you correctly, but he was now even more surer than ever how much heâd 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 beâŚperfect. He smiled, nodding his head and letting out a giddy laugh.
Hii, can I request a RE6 Leon Kennedy scenario with the prompt âLetâs go out. Just the two of usâ, 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 doesnât necessarily have to be so flirty it can be more of a idk awkward? Like, when youâre about to ask someone out but never have done it before so things kinda turn awkward but cute(?
Iâm so embarrassed, sorry if my idea is bad, I donât 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!!
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