Sheriff couldn’t remember when he fell for Shooter, all he knows is that at some point he did.
And now every second around him drives Sheriff insane.
They were standing outside on the roof of La Résistance headquarters. It was cold, dead of night. But for whatever reason, Shooter wanted to be up here. So Sheriff did too.
He didn’t question whatever Shooter was doing up there. He didn’t even think Shooter had noticed him for a while; stood beside him, frigid darkness surrounding them both. Shooter had his eyes trained on the sky, the rather bright sky, at that.
Having lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere, Sheriff remembers seeing the night sky, full of stars. But that was nothing like it was now.
You could see whole galaxies, almost a touch away. It was breathtaking.
But not as breathtaking as Shooter.
Sheriff thought, staring not at the sky, but the man observing it. His dark black hair almost perfectly melding with the inkiness above, endlessly sweeping the dark horizon and disappearing far beyond it. His bright yellow eyes pierce the black like a supernova. So radiant, that Sheriff swears he can see the creation of new stars inside them.
Aside from his appearance, Sheriff always took a liking to Shooter’s accent. A calming, gentle southern drawl. The kind that drifts through one ear, lingers in your mind, then drifts out the other. Leaving Sheriff only to sigh with comfort, wishing he could hear it again.
He shivers, a cold breeze piercing through the thin fabric of his jumpsuit. Shooter had the sleight of mind to put on a hoodie before coming outside. Something Sheriff now wishes he decided to do before hastily following after him.
He takes a step closer to Shooter, feeling the warmth radiating off him and longing to lean into it. If he had any nerve, maybe he would. But he always seemed to lose his otherwise cocky attitude around Shooter.
Something about the man made his insides go soft, brain turn to mush, and legs become jelly. He was lucky to be so good at hiding it. Or at least by some miracle, everyone was oblivious to it; as they all still had the notion that he was into Vegan-Su.
Vegan was pretty, sure, but he quickly realized she was not his type at all.
Sheriff shivers again, wrapping his arms around his torso, teeth chattering. “You cold Sheriff?” Shooter asks, eyes still trained on the sky.
“Ha,” Sheriff laughs, “What do you think?”
Shooter shrugs, “I think you should go grab a jacket before you freeze your ass off.”
“I’m not gonna ‘freeze my ass off,’ I’m fine!” He pulls his arms in tighter. “It’s not that cold anyways.”
“Well, you’re the one freezing I guess.”
Sheriff rolls his eyes, “Rude much.”
“What’d you expect? I’d give up my hoodie for you?” Shooter scoffs, “Hell no! It’s colder than a brass toilet seat on the shady side of an iceberg!”
Sheriff can’t help but burst into laughter. God, his sayings are endearing…
“Anyways,” Shooter starts off as Sheriff wipes tears of laughter from his eyes, “Why’d you follow me out here?”
“Why’d you come out here?”
Shooter shrugs, “I like lookin’ at the stars.”
“Let me guess, you were one of those kids who always wanted to be an astronaut?” Sheriff snickers.
“No…” Shooter hesitates, “Maybe….”
“I KNEW IT!”
“Listen it was only for a little while—“ “Shitshot’s a space nerd! You really learn something new every day!” Sheriff cackles.
Shooter rolls his eyes, red crawling up his neck and face, to the tips of his ears. Another thing Sheriff found endearing about him, was how red he got when embarrassed.
“Alright well,” Shooter turns away from Sheriff, “If you came out here to make a fool of me ya did your job.” He chuckles.
“No I just…” Sheriff struggles to think of a proper excuse as to why he followed Shooter up to the roof in the first place. “I just wanted to hang out with you.”
Shooter nods, falling for Sheriff’s half-lie, and turning to face him again. “In that case y’should really get a jacket, it’s cold.”
“Like I said, I’m fine. It isn’t that cold.” He shivers, watching his breath float away before him.
“ ‘it ain’t that cold’ he says while shiverin’ like it’s fucking Antarctica.” Shooter chuckles, “I might take pity on you just this once.”
Sheriff scoffs, “Don’t bother, I can handle a little cold.”
“Really? You’ve been slowly inchin’ closer to me ever since ya got out here.”
Sheriff turns bright red, shit I thought he wouldn’t notice?? Shooter laughs at his very obvious reaction, “I don’t mind, it’s cold after all.” He holds his arm out to the side, offering Sheriff to come closer.
Sheriff stares at him for a moment, “You really don’t mind?”
“Awh, hush up and get over here.” He smirks, “Less you’d rather freeze.”
A giddy smile overtakes Sheriff, he leans into Shooter’s side, allowing warmth to flow through him. Shooter puts his arm around Sheriff, pulling him in a little closer.
He must be cold too, Sheriff thought. But he didn’t care, this was something he had wanted for far too long.
End
I did it guys, I wrote the SheriffxShooter fluff we all needed :3 (Also Shooter 100% had an obsession with space at some point, all gamer boys do XP)
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Ok guys forgot to say this...
As some of you MAY KNOW I got a computer now so that means...
RYAN GAME IS GONNA BE OFFICIAL
I'll make a trailer for it soon, just 1 trailer that it's gonna be announced, I'm gonna make it BEFORE my computer getting set up!!!
The luna game soundtracks and jumpscare sounds are gonna be apart of the game sense the game was INSPIRED by it
And I'LL TRY TO MAKE THE SPRITES not Luna sprite cuz there's already a sprite for her
There will be cut scenes in the game, all Ryan games in one (so basically all Luna games in one) so... YEA!!!
I'll make a trailer soon!!! 👍✨✨✨
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