Cod MW2 Oneshots

Summertime sadness Philip Graves

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Synopsis | Summer was over and fall was nearing, leaving you feelin' empty. Philip makes it better on the last warm day with a diamond ring.

Content | fluff, Philip making all of the worries go away. Anything else lmk. seasonal depression mentioned

A/N | Hope y'all enjoy <3 if you like the fic please like and reblog, it helps keep me motivated. This is a request from Wattpad, and my ask box is open. I'm going to post a poll later, abt a couple of fics, it will be linked to this post. Also, be sure to check out my most rro Fic. {this is short, sorry <3]

Song Rec: Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Ray

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{I have a poll on Tumlbr, go vote. Also working on the rest of the requests as well.}

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"Why have you been so secretive lately?" you inquired, directing your thoughts to your loving boyfriend, Philip. He glanced up from his book, appearing a bit perplexed. "I'm not sure what you mean, sweetheart," he responded before immersing himself back into his reading. Feeling slightly irritated, you refocused on the television and withdrew your legs from his lap in a subtle act of defiance.

Now he looked irritated, and you gave him a huff, pretending to ignore him. He rolled his eyes and got up, and went into the garage. You slumped on the couch, feeling sad, summer was about over. You loved the warm days, and stargazing at night, and there's just something about summer nights. Fall and Winter were fast approaching and you just felt annoyed and hadn't met to take it out on him.

He strolled back into the room and placed a gift bag on your abdomen, leaving you perplexed as you gazed up at him, anticipating an explanation. "We have plans later, so get ready and do whatever you need to do." With that said, he walked away, prompting you to quickly hop in the shower and prepare yourself.

Having completed all the necessary preparations, you found yourself fully dressed and eager to return downstairs to rendezvous with Philip. Upon your arrival, you discovered him already attired and clutching a charming bouquet of roses. He gently laid the roses on the table and tenderly enveloped you in a warm embrace. As you hugged him back, he swung the door open, guiding you through it. The jeep was already revving to life, and Philip held the passenger door open for you.

As the leaves transformed into vibrant hues, you felt a tinge of sadness; but life goes on. Philip drove into an open field and retrieved the picnic supplies from the jeep's trunk. He laid the blanket down, and you unpacked the basket, revealing an assortment of sandwiches, fruits, and all your favorite treats.

While you ate and chatted, you couldn't help but notice Philip growing increasingly anxious. "Phil, sweetheart, what's wrong?" you inquired, taking his hand. He offered you a reassuring smile and shook his head. Drawing in a deep breath, he clasped your hand tightly.

"Look, I know I've been acting strange lately and I'm aware that your favorite season is coming to an end. I just wanted to do something to make you feel better.

As tears filled your eyes, he pulled a black box from his pocket, leaving you astonished and amazed.

"Will you marry me?" he inquired with hope in his eyes. You leaped into his embrace and, as he spun you around, he asked, "Is that a yes?" You nodded vigorously in response.