Figured I’d put the sets together. All our favorite couples and yes I am still laughing about the Jim mermaid who is so so pissed about this state of affairs much to Olu’s amusement
Ok but can I have a boyfriend who likes to go for late night walks on the beach, midnight swims, cuddling naked under the covers, brunch dates & go get tiny tattoos together🥹
The Master Chief X His Gamer.... Love Isn't Always Said in Words.
Intro: Dove does something unexpected.
“I told you she wasn’t home,” Cortana stated as John appeared in your apartment. After a few weeks of deployment, the ONLY thing on John’s mind was coming back to you and getting some peace and quiet.
“She’ll be home soon enough,” John replied as he glanced at your stovetop clock. It was almost four, which meant if you weren’t home, then you most likely stepped out to get groceries or had something else going on. So John made himself at home, changing into something more comfortable and grabbing something to eat. He opened the fridge to find an assortment of snacks, but what caught his eye was a few large glass jars filled with something and labeled with his name on them. John raised a curious eyebrow as he took the jar out of the fridge and looked up to see a sticky note attached to the lid.
Hey sweetheart! In case I’m gone when you get back, these are those…. Delightful-looking smoothies you’d wanted to try. I almost gagged, which means you’ll probably love it.
I love you, my handsome Spartan!
Dove xoxo.
John felt a blush slowly creep up on him, resulting in a light dusting across his abnormally pale skin. How you managed to still get him with that, he’ll never understand. Regardless, John settled in with his smoothie and a few snacks while he waited for you to get home.
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‘Don’t scratch at it…’ You reminded yourself as you caught yourself reaching up towards your collarbone once more. You had to keep your hands busy constantly, or else you were going to scratch it, and that was a BAD idea. You pulled up to your apartment and retrieved your groceries from the backseat before making your way to the door. After unlocking it, you hung up your keys and slipped off your shoes before walking into your kitchen and putting the groceries away. You were so spaced out you didn’t even realize John looking over at you from the couch.
“I still don’t know how he thought those would taste good.” You shuddered as you shut the fridge, “That stuff tastes like pond scum.”
“And you would know what that tastes like how?”
You yelped, jumping in surprise as you turned to see your Spartan standing in front of the couch with said substance on the coffee table—an amused grin on his face.
“John!” You exclaimed, nearly tripping over your feet as you scrambled across the kitchen and into the living room, throwing your arms around John’s waist as you tightly embraced him. John happily returned the gesture as he did the same, scooping you up into his arms as you greeted him with a series of sweet, loving kisses. The smell of your cherry vanilla lotion enveloped him as he sat back on the couch with you, now sitting on his lap.
“When did you get back?” You asked after a few moments. John glanced down at you before softly kissing you once again,
“Not too long ago, I’ve been here for around half an hour….. By the way, it tastes more like apples than anything.”
You rolled your eyes before wrapping your arms around John once more, tucking your head in the crook of his neck right against his pulse. The two of you enjoying the presence of the other. John sighed happily as he gave you a gentle squeeze, resulting in you hissing quietly in discomfort,
“Are you alright?” John asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You assured, pulling back and smiling at him,
“Your sure?” John pressed,
“I’m completely sure. My collarbone is just a little sore at the moment.” You informed,
“Why’s that?” John questioned, his concern growing, “did something happen while I was gone?”
“Well, yes and no.” You answered, “ Nothing bad happened. I decided to go and do something… different. It hurt like a bitch, though.”
John was now quite concerned as he began scanning you for any injuries. If you were hurt, then something terrible must’ve happened! You noticed he was becoming alarmed and giggled.
“John, I’m fine, really. Here, I’ll show you.”
You pulled your shirt down to reveal your collarbone, a small section covered by a black strip and plastic wrap on top of that. You reached up, brushing his dog tags aside, and peeled back the plastic wrap, hissing as it was still somewhat tender.
“Dove stop, your–
John’s words died on his tongue as you pulled the makeshift bandage back to reveal something quite different indeed…
117 Had been etched into your soft skin with fantastic precision, causing John to shut down partially, the poor man was speechless.
“Do you like it?” You asked as you covered it back up. John was still staring at your collarbone in absolute wonder. You…. got his numbers as a tattoo? He knew from his fellow spartans and working with marines that they only got a tattoo if it was something significant….. Or if they’d been drunk. John searched his mind for the right words as he felt a little overwhelmed by an influx of emotions ranging from flustered and flattered to sheer adoration.
“John?” You placed your hands on the sides of his face and called his name once more,
“You there, love?”
John’s eyes trailed up from your collarbone to meet your concerned gaze,
“Are you alright? I lost you there for a second.”
John didn’t reply. He simply wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his forehead against yours before placing the most innocent of kisses on your lips. You smiled into the kiss as it conveyed many different things to you, but you knew what John was saying and that he was happy.
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A month or so later, you came home from the hairdressers to see John asleep on your couch, a small smile on his face.
“Aww…” You whispered, squatting down next to your couch and stroking his hair. John sighed happily, leaning into your touch before slowly opening his eyes.
“Hey, there, sleepy Spartan.” You greeted, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. John gave you a sleepy grin as he then sat up,
“How was the mission?” You asked later that night. John had just stepped out of the shower and walked into your room with a towel around his waist. You felt your face grow warm at the sight of his toned body, no matter how many times you saw him shirtless, it still made you flustered. John shrugged as he began dressing,
“Was alright, basic, non-eventful.”
“Thank goodness for that….” You whispered, glancing down at your computer once again. However, you noticed something as John climbed into bed beside you, resting his head on your shoulder,
“John….” You began looking down at him,
“Yes, love?”
“Did you hurt your ankle?”
John was confused for a few moments before glancing down at his ankle that had a small bandage on it,
“Relax, sweetheart, I’m fine.” He chuckled, kissing your shoulder,
“Your sure?” You questioned. John nodded before picking his head up off your shoulder and reaching down to his ankle,
“Here, I’ll show you.”
He pulled the small bandage back, and your thoughts came to a screeching halt. On John’s ankle, there was a tattoo of a dove, a series of dots and dashes directly under it. You sat there for a moment, blinking until you felt John’s lips brush your cheek.
“You-you–I-uhh–
“Cat got your tongue, sweet Dove?” John teased,
“Your mean…”
John laughed at your flustered self as you attempted to pull yourself together, leaning down and placing a kiss on your collarbone where your tattoo was. He knew what you were trying to express, after all…. There are many ways to say “I love you.”
Thanks to @inactivehermit for getting this stuck in my headdddd, it would not leave me alone.
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