2p!Canada X Reader- Soft Spot

A/N- Some cussing. Deal with it. It’s 2p!Canada. What do you expect? Rainbow unicorns shtting rainbows? NOPE. XD

    The door slammed open and closed, your boyfriend’s trademark heavy boots slamming against the wooden floors of his- er, I mean both of yours cabin. You looked up from the TV as the angry Canadian marched into the room, holding his bloody hockey stick. He was all bloody, probably from hunting poachers, as well as his pet polar bear, Kumajirou. You could barely see the blood stains on his red flannel shirt, but otherwise, you could see the blood in his soft, golden wavy locks, on his fair skin, ripped jeans, and his boots. You sighed, shaking your head.

    “Gimme your weapons and get yourself cleaned up, Mr. Bloody,” you said, rising from your spot and striding swiftly over to him. He only grunted and stared at you through his dark sunglasses. You snatched his sunglasses off and giggled childishly.

    “Eh?”

    “Why do you hide your eyes so much? They’re very beautiful,” you said, taking the hockey stick and shotgun.

    He shrugged, “People don’t like unnatural.”

    “Fuck those people then,” you spat. “Who cares what they think?” He only smiled and walked upstairs to get a shower.

    “Bring Kuma outside to that lake behind the cabin! He’ll wash up by himself,” he ordered as his boots disappeared.

    “Sure thing.” You set the bloody weapons and stared at the polar bear, shaking his fur. “Ah, man! Kuma! You’re going to get blood everywhere!” You huffed and led him outside, wondering how he managed to get out the door. Shaking your head, you led him to the small lake a mile away from the cabin. He jumped in, making a huge splash and showering water all over you.

    You gasped, “Kumajirou! I didn’t need a bath!” You stomped your feet angrily, knowing that you’d have to wait until Matt got out of the shower. You watched the bear poke his head up, his lips curling upwards in a smirk. Damn that bear. Huffing, you walked back to the cabin, soaking wet thanks to Kuma.

❤Time Skip Brought to You by Kuma Dancing to Hot Like Wow❤

    After taking a shower after Matt finished, you walked to your shared room and glanced around. Wait a second… There was a cardboard box, slightly open, that was partially pushed under the bed as if it had been hastily pushed under. Walking over, you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled it out. Tapping your boot-clad foot against it, you verified that it was full, but not any metallics or dangerous items. It almost sounded as if… well, things were clinking against each other softly and it didn’t quite move very much. You shrugged and carefully opened the top, ready for a surprise.

    And boy did you get a surprise. You almost died of shock, but instead you let out an involuntary giggly that soon morphed into a full-blown laugh, causing Matt to run in and see what’s so funny. Inside the box, fluffy, stuffed animals that little children would want to cuddle (or you), and full of adorable stuff. You name it.

    Matt stood in the door, shades askew and allowing you to see his mortified violet eyes, and his mouth hanging agape. He stuttered out, trying to regain his composure and dignity, “Wh-why are you l-looking a-at th-that?!”

    “Wellll, I got REALLLYYYYY curious and plus the box was shoved under the bed hastily, so…,” you explained, recovering from your laughter.

    “You just don’t go looking through other people’s stuff!” he exclaimed, hastily fixing his shades and speed walking over there.

    “I think it’s cute Mattie. Besides, you don’t have to hide anything from me!” you stated, standing up and pinching one of his cheeks. He sighed and gently grabbed your wrist, causing you to let go. “I didn’t know you had a soft spot for cute things.”

    “Why do you think I love you then?”

    “Cause… you do…?”

    “That, and you’re adorably sexy.” He chuckled and kissed you on the lips quickly before shutting the box and kicking it under the bed. “Don’t tell anyone. Especially not my shit-faced brother.” You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

    “Sure thing! Just don’t hide anything from me anymore,” you said.

    “Can’t promise you that.”