#sheriffxshooter

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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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Guys, guys I did a thing

I made another AU (someone needs to stop me)

Ok for context first, I recently got red dead redemption (absolutely love the game btw) and the first thing I thought of while playing it was “huh, so what if I put Sheriff and Shooter in there…”

And that brings us to present day, Mutant Busters Red Dead Redemption AU:

I’ll just start off with Sheriff bc, why not?

So Sheriff in rdr is a U.S. deputy marshal, and the Sheriff of a small county in New Austin. Everyone there just calls him Sheriff, but they do know his name is Jim.

His arm is actually fine in this AU, he doesn’t have any problems with it. But in undead nightmare he had to cut off his arm. (Reference to Bagel’s ZA! AU)

Sheriff has ancestors from Ireland (explaining his red hair), who moved to the U.S. bc of the economic opportunity there. He is routinely persecuted for his heritage (bc the U.S. hates immigrants.) But because he is a lawman, most people can’t do much besides insult him.

Ryan went missing years ago, and Sheriff initially set out to find him. But he didn’t get very far, and decided to settle down as a Sheriff to try and help the people that are still around.

Shooter is an infamous bounty hunter, he got his nickname because of how trigger happy he is. And doesn’t typically tell people (especially lawmen) his real name. He’s well known for how quickly and efficiently he deals with bounties. He typically kills the person he’s hunting, except on few occasions where he needs them alive.

He clears out bounties faster than they come in, annoying a lot of other bounty hunters. So he tends to travel from county to county, clearing out bounties and trying not to piss off too many people.

He’s gets a lot of money from these bounties, and usually spends it on gambling.

Shooter has ancestors from Japan, who left for America after Japan came out of isolation. He knows a little Japanese from his parents, but doesn’t use it often. He is also occasionally persecuted, but not as often as Sheriff.

Shooter was attacked by wolves years ago, which left him with a torn ear, blind eye, and scars across his face and left arm.

He jokingly flirts with Sheriff a lot, but gets incredibly flustered when Sheriff flirts back. (Also they fall in love, because I’m obsessed with these gays and take any opportunity to make them kiss/hj)

After a gang long thought to be dead comes out of hiding, Shooter decides to go after them. Sheriff, realizing this is the same gang he thought took his brother. Joins up with Shooter. But they quickly realize this gang has been planning something huge, and they can’t handle it all by themselves. So they seek out help from a local scientist and his kids (White, Vegan-Su, BP), and an opposing gang leader (Brutux).

The gang is lead by Wart and Verruca, and they’ve been holding Ryan captive for years trying to get information out of him. Their big plan is to set an attack on the bigger counties and try to drive out all the people so they can implement their own government.

I based both Sheriff and Shooter’s designs after aspects of John Marston, just for funsies.

I could see one interaction between Sheriff, Shooter, and Marston. Where Marston joins the two at a small campsite they set up, and they talk about how strangely similar they are. Then they probably send Marston on a side quest to get a gun or something for them.

Ight that’s all I got, I might expand on what would happen with them in rdr undead nightmare. But yeah :3

( @polarized-here some more things to think about in your free time :D)

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I HAVE SO MANY FLUFF IDEAS FOR MY FAVORITE GAYS BUT I DON’T HAVE THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE 😭

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I got bored and I came across one of those sunxmoon edit templates

So now this exists:

It was fun to make but I also just don’t make edits (suppose that’s what the templates are for huh…)

I didn’t know where else to post this so you guys on tumblr get it yippee! :3

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They is boyfriends now :3

Why? Bc why not

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There is no heterosexual explanation for this

NONE

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I made another edit using a template :3

These are fun to make lol

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Christmas was in full swing at La Résistance headquarters; halls decked with garland, windows adorned with festive curtains, Christmas tree garnished with homemade ornaments.

And all eight of La Résistance’s members, finishing up the decor in the rec room.

Well, all eight of them were in the rec room, but not all eight were decorating.

It was really just Vegan-Su doing all the work, Apocalipsis helping to reach the high places whenever needed.

Brutux and Dr. White sat on the couch, in front of the fireplace/TV playing a video of a crackling fire, listening to Christmas music.

BP and Katani had taken mistletoe, stuck it to a stick with fishing line, and gone around holding it above peoples heads trying to get them to kiss.

Shooter would be lying if he said it wasn’t hilarious

Sheriff was goofing off, per usual. Wandering from person to person, cracking a joke, throwing an insult, getting punched in the face by Vegan-Su when the mistletoe made its way over to them, accidentally breaking an ornament, getting tangled in the Christmas lights—The list could go on.

But Shooter didn’t care about how long the list was, he just cared about the man behind it.

Sheriff, he loved him—

No he didn’t love him. He couldn’t love him. But god did he love him anyways.

Sheriff, and his bright orange hair like that of a fire; drifting out and up, sending scalding embers of his personality wherever he went. Sheriff, and his elegant teal-blue eyes that glow brighter than ice shining in the morning light. Put side by side you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the two, their beauty unparalleled in the great expanse of winter.

But Shooter could tell the difference.

Shooter knew the deepness of Sheriff’s eyes, like the sky, infinite and beautiful. Full of possibility. He knew the gentle touch of his lightly tanned skin; from the few times Sheriff had sought comfort in Shooter’s arms.

He knew Sheriff’s cockiness, how much of an idiot he could be sometimes. How he could fuck up so badly, yet make it out fine. How he could be so dumb, yet have everything work for him.

But Shooter loved it. He loved everything about Sheriff, from his dumbassary to his sweet giddy smiles.

He only wishes he actually could love him.

Shooter sighs, staring out the window he placed his menorah in. The menorah that Sheriff, had gotten for him. (Alongside enough candles to last all of Hanukah, which makes Shooter doubt that Sheriff had actually found this all on his own.)

“Hey Shoooooooter!” The man in question saunters toward him. Ready to continue his antics.

“You look reallllllll lonely over here you know,” Sheriff teases, “Why don’t you stop being uh…” He thinks for a moment, “damn it, Brutux what was the word again?!”

Shooter can hear Brutux sigh from the other side of the room, “A Debbie Downer?” “What he said!” Sheriff smirks.

Shooter rolls his eyes. He’s such an idiot… “I ain’t bein’ a ‘Debbie Downer’ Sheriff. I’m just thinking.”

“Mhm, bout what?”

Shooter shrugs, red tinting the tips of his ears. You “Nothing much.”

They stare out the window together, barren desert wasteland surrounds the headquarters. It looked the same year round, no matter where you went.

And most of the time, it was hot. Hotter than you’d think it could ever get. The Big Fart sped up climate change, and it hadn’t snowed since then, but it still got fairly chilly this time of year.

Proof of that was last night, up on the roof, when Sheriff pressed into Shooter’s side for warmth against the bitter darkness.

It still made his heart flutter to think about…

“Lovely weather we’re having huh?” Sheriff interrupts his thoughts.

“Beautiful weather,” Shooter chuckles, “Should be expecting snow any day now!”

Sheriff laughs with him, “Man! I can’t remember the last time I saw snow.”

“Neither can I.”

“You lived in the city, didn’t you?”

Shooter nods, “Yeah, our snow weren’t as clean as what you’d get out in the rural parts.”

“You’d be surprised.” Sheriff shrugs, “I remember one time I was playing with the pigs out in the snow, and I swear not five minutes later, all of that snow became mud.” He chuckles, “Ryan came out after a while to play too, and made a point to tell me not to eat the muddy snow. But I think it was a little too late for that…”

Sheriff exhales a reminiscent sigh that begs for the past to come back to him. “I miss that farm, the pigs, and Ryan…”

“Hey, don’t be a Debbie Downer!” Shooter teases, eliciting a smirk from Sheriff.

“You’re right! It’s the season to be jolly after all!” He laughs, before frowning again. “I just wish he was still here…”

Shooter puts a gentle hand on Sheriff’s shoulder. He flinches at the sudden touch, before leaning into it. “You got us Sheriff,” Shooter tries to comfort him, “You got us.”

Sheriff nods, “Thanks Sho—“ mistletoe smacks him in the face.

“Whoops! Sorry!” Katani laughs, moving the mistletoe stick.

Sheriff and Shooter share a confused glance, before looking up.

SHIT—OH MY FUCKIN—SHHHHHHHIITT

Shooters face is what most accurately displays his reaction; bright red. And he knew it too.

“Come on guys, it ain’t gay to kiss your homies!” BP encourages, giggling with Katani.

Sheriff awkwardly laughs, “I mean, he’s right you know?” Shooter doesn’t dare look at him.

Looking at him would make Shooter want to kiss him.

“Come on Shooter, I’m not that bad of a kisser! Swear on it!” Him and his cocky personality, back at it again…

Shooter looks him in the eye, and fucking shit. That was a bad idea. He wanted to disappear into the teal universe that was Sheriff’s eyes, disappear forever in something so beautiful, that it made him a blushing, red, sweaty, shaky, mess.

Every time he dared to meet his gaze.

“Shooter?” Sheriff’s voice draws him out of his mind, prompting him to absentmindedly take a step forward. “Hey I mean, if you don’t wanna do this it’s cool you kn—“

He kissed him.

He actually kissed him.

Only for a split second before pulling back and awkwardly laughing, “You ain’t that bad of a kisser Sheriff, no worries!” He takes a step back, “Ima uh… head off now.”

He hastily walks out of the room, leaving Sheriff in shock, BP and Katani cackling to themselves, and not a single other soul bothered.

Except himself of course.

Because holy shit, he kissed him.

End

I did it yet again, I wrote us some SheriffxShooter content. I was originally gonna make it more fluffy, but I wanted romantic tension so that’s what we get :3

Happy Holidays!

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Yk what we really needed in the mutant busters universe?

A Christmas episode.

So what am I gonna do?

Write some SheriffxShooter Christmas themed fluff (whenever I get the chance to)

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Man, I should write SheriffxShooter fluff.

Just feel like we need some in this world :p

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OMG OMG OMG GUYS

SKY FULL OF STARS BY COLDPLAY FITS THIS SO PERFECTLY AHHHHHHHHHHHH

(Give it a listen its a good song :3)

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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Me when the sillies 👉👈

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)