#a ghost was whispering but she was actually by the door and when i saw her idk my instinct was to attack and she looked so appalled that she

[deadsetobsessions]

I just really like the trope of Danny getting summoned, alright?

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After he shoved Pariah Dark in his coffin shaped locker what what Danny hoped to be for all of eternity, the half unfortunately inherited all of Pariah’s responsibilities.

“What was it again? With great powers comes great responsibilities?” Danny let his head hit the table with an audible thunk. He’s in his “office,” the ghost zone’s approximation of where he might be able to do work seriously. The house- the extension of his haunt- had added the room right next to his bedroom. Danny had to lift all of the paperwork from Pariah’s castle (that’s now also a part of what’s considered Danny’s but he doesn’t think about that) and move it to his main haunt.

He prayed to the universe at large to let him off. Danny hated doing homework- science not withstanding because at least he understood that- let alone an asshole’s centuries worth of work. Danny bemoaned the fact that he was elected the King. He didn’t even defeat Pariah all by himself, so why couldn’t the others do it?!

Like a wave of merciful fate, the beginning tugs of a summoning pulled at his core.

“Thank Ancients!”

Danny scrambled to grab a sticky note, unfortunately glowing green as things tended to in the Ghost Zone, and scribbled down that he’s been summoned and to not look for him until his vacation work was done.

With that note done, Danny decided to bring his A game to the summoning. Allowing his secondary form to wash over him, Danny quickly checked the mirror to make sure he was presentable. A bright glowing ice crown- not the crown of fire, because it was essentially useless without the ring and Danny wasn’t keen on being a king, let alone a near infinitely powerful one- settled across his brow showed his status. A cape, this form’s best feature, made of an expanse of galaxies, nebulae, and frost cling at the end was swept over his shoulders and pinned together with a cloak pin made of clusters of black holes.

A couple of additions to his normal hazmat suit and his trusty thermos at his side, Danny all but dove into the summoning magic with an excited whoop of glee.

As Danny got closer to the magic-made portal, he could hear the whispers of the living presences beyond it.

His summoners! Hopefully it’s not a cult again, even if he thought they were pretty funny trying to summon the king of the dead to kill more people. Not funny “haha,” funny weird.

How should he do this…? Scary? Funny? Oh! Or maybe he should ditch the crown!

Danny grinned, waving his hand to dispel the crown of ice. It was nice, but he was in a dungeon critter mood today.

“Oh, this is going to be gooood.”

Danny cracked his knuckles and put on the most dead-inside-and-outside expression he could manage, modeling it off of the Nasty Burger workers during closing shift. The halfa stepped through the portal.

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“The ritual is completed! You will all face the might of Pariah Dark, the eternal king of the dead!” The villain of the week cackled as his cult cheered. Wonder Woman, scuffed and injured from the magical bolts these magic users had shot at her earlier, grimaced and raised her sword.

“We will defeat Pariah Dark,” she proclaimed. Her allies rallied at her proclamation and readied themselves for another fight. “This world will not bow to the likes of you!”

“We are all but mere ants before the king of the dead! Pariah Dark will bring forth the reckoning this shitty world deserves!”

“Actually, Pariah Dark’s kind of busy, so you’re gonna have to leave a message.”

Green Arrow’s arrow jerked towards the new voice. Batman paused, hand holding batarangs at the ready. He, out of all of them, knew better than to underestimate a young voice.

A gloved hand shoved through the green portal, using the edges like a door frame to heave itself through. A humanoid shape, with sharp ears all but crawled out of the Lazarus green portal. Batman wondered if this was what Jason saw when he came back to life.

"Lord Pariah Dark is busy?!"

The figure- a boyish not-human- heaved a sigh. "Do you people seriously think that the High King of the Infinite Realms isn't swamped with work?"

"And who are you supposed to be? His secretary?" Hal asked, Ring glowing and at the ready. Wonder Woman tensed and mentally struck Hal away from the list of people to consider for diplomatic missions.

"Me? I'm a glorified paper pusher." The being turned back to the cultists, his cape containing the universe swished behind him. "Did you have a message for Pariah Dark?"

"He was meant to rain down death and destruction!"

"Okay, first of all, I feel like you guys are missing a really important point." The being pointed at the cult leader. “It’s not called the King of the Dead for no reason, you know. Death comes for everyone eventually. Also, I have to do a seriously giant amount of paperwork every time one of you fruitloops gets the bright idea to cause an influx of deaths.”

Danny stomped across the circle, grabbed the collar of the cultist leader’s cloak and yanked him down. He shook him. “Do you people have any idea how annoying it is?! Huh?! Do you know how long the A-354 Form is?! Stop trying to get Pariah to kill people! I’m sick of the paperwork, dammit!”

"How- how did you get out of the circle?!"

The cultists and the heroes squared up, ready to fight the possible common enemy: Danny.

Danny is having the best time of his half life. Screw kingly dignity, Danny’s gotta de-stress somehow! He had a whole bag of complaints!

"You wrote the circle wrong, idiots! Ancients, are you people even literate? What even are those scribbles?" Danny kept shaking the cultist. Wow, what an amazing stress ball!

“Uh- hey, he looks kind of sick…” The Flash said, trying to be a good hero and mediate before escalating. Danny snarled and Flash held up his hands, gulping in fear as Danny’s eyes narrowed at him. “Did I… do something?”

“You,” Danny hissed. “You mother- fruitloop! Stop screwing with the timeline, you giant red-! Do you know how annoying it is to readjust the death count every time one of you little merry red jesters takes a jaunt through time and space?! Do you even know how many complaints I had to field?! Oh, boy you’re all going to regret summoning me today, because I’ve had a long time to think about what I’d do to everyone who made me work overtime!”

Danny bared his teeth, eyes sparkling with mirth as he froze the cultists.

"We're not letting you take over the world," Hawk-Woman said, raising her mace that pulsed with electricity.

Danny snorted to hide his wince. "I'm not interested. Just let me punch him once. Just once." Danny pointed at the Flash.

"Honestly, I can't even blame you," Black Canary muttered, fists raised.

"Wha-! Canary! That's so rude! You traitor!"

"Shouldn't have put skittles in my shoes then. Those hurt, Flash."

"Enough." Everyone shut up at the sound of Batman's command. "What do you mean they wrote the circle wrong."

Danny, who was watching the byplay with interest, shrugged. "They wanted to summon the Ghost King, right? We've had a... change of leaders recently."

"Who is the leader now?"

Danny waggled a finger at Batman. "Nuh-uh. I'm gonna collect my over-time compensation, which is punching the Flash, and then we can negotiate for information."

"Flash."

"I don't want to get punched, Bats!"

"The alternative is that I let the current Ghost King have a go at you."

"Flash."

"Oh my god, just get punched, Barry!" Danny heard Green Lantern Hal Jordan whisper.

"Ugh, fine. No one video this."

Immediately, three phones go up to record the Flash getting decked by a teenage looking ghost. Danny floated closer and wound his fist back, letting loose some of the ghost strength he normally keeps restrained. "This is for my overtime and for Clockwork, you jerk."

The halfa slammed his fist straight into the Flash's face, knocking him clear into the air. Superman catches him but Danny no longer paid attention to the Flash, petty vengeance enacted.

"Honestly, I don't have a problem with you as a person. You're kind of cool. Break the timeline again in the next three months, though, and you're on my shit-list."

"What do you want in exchange for information?"

Danny hummed. "Depending on the level of information, and I reserve the right to not answer any questions. For the name of the current Ghost King..."

He did want that new gaming console. And Jazz could use some help with her rent.

"I want $5,000 and a plate of really good spaghetti."

"I have cash."

Danny nodded at the Dark Knight. "You just carry $5,000 in cash on you? Who does that?"

"I like to be prepared."

"And he's rich," Superman chimed in.

The Flash reappeared with a plate of spaghetti from an Italian place he teleported to. "Here you go. Fresh, and pleasedon'tscrewwithmyafterlife."

Danny shoveled the spaghetti into his mouth, jaw unhinging like a particularly disturbing snake right before he dumped the whole thing- plate and all- down his throat. "Thanks! The food didn't even try to kill me this time! You're good."

"Does your food try to kill you all of the time?!" The Flash- Barry, apparently- asked.

Danny nodded as he took the cash from Batman's gloved hands. "Totally. It sucks."

"Identity." Batman demanded.

"Oh, yeah. The current ghost king is me."

"...What."

"You have been swindled. Bamboozled. Outwitted and outsmarted," Danny snickered, shoving the bundle of cash in his chest. "But seriously, I'm the king. We got rid of Pariah a while ago."

The crown of ice materialized.

"You said you were a glorified paper pusher!" Hawk-Woman chortled.

"I am! I'm pushing so many papers across my desk, it's unending, I swear!"

Batman growled. "You tricked us."

Danny smirked, "You got tricked." Red Robin, in the corner, snorted quietly. "Anyways, if you've got more interesting things around here, I'll considering busying myself with that instead of sentencing you to an afterlife of paperwork."

The adults straightened, grimacing. "Beast Boy is green," Hal offered up.

"Hey!" Beast Boy shouted, offended at the easy way Hal offered him up. He turned to Danny. "But have you ever seen a green chinchilla? Super cute. Watch!"

"Woah!" Danny clapped. Yes, he'll hang out with them before dragging himself back.

#danny phantom #batman #tim drake #dc x dp #the justice league #justice league and the ghost king #ghost king danny #superman #hawkwoman #shayera thal #beast boy's most effective attack is being adorable #red robin #red robin enjoying the weird ghost boy clowning his sad emo dad #hal being annoying but so relatable #green arrow

[mistydeyes]

Hi,if you’re not busy can you write a fic of Cod characters with a cia agent gf ?

yes ofc! yk i love a good little government agent gf moment :)

a double life

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summary: From hidden occupations to a particular set of skill sets, the 141 learns to adapt to having a girlfriend who has all the right qualifications (and who could completely kick their ass).

pairing: Task Force 141 x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons/violence

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price

"Sorry I can't be there to meet you, Price," Laswell spoke over the web camera feed, "got tied up in South America." Price nodded as he held the bridge of his nose, Laswell had promised her best field agent to act as a point person for their mission in New Zealand. However, just the thought of some middle-aged retired veteran or worse yet, hot-shot rookie, made his headache pound even further. "She's a good one, Price," Laswell reassured, "skilled in practically every major language and the best marks in her physical fitness examination." "Yes Kate, I read her file, but it seems like you failed to include a photo-" He was interrupted by a sturdy knock at the door. "Looks like she's here."

As you cracked the door open, you practically dropped the files that sat in your arms. "What are you doing here?" Price asked jovially and you could feel the breath release from your sternum, "didn't expect an on-base visit like this." As the pieces began to fit together, you realized he didn't know what you were actually there for. "John, Kate sent me here," you whispered as you shut the door gently, "heard you're going to New Zealand." As the realization hit him like an oncoming train, you braced for impact. "You-you work for the CIA?" he asked almost foolishly and you nodded in response. "I did say I worked in Virginia," you corrected, "and you had to know my surprise visit yesterday wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing." Price could feel his headache reach a fever pitch as he reviewed your file again. "Then what's with the name?" he asked, "you lie about that too." You let out a laugh as you explained, "People have nicknames and mother's maiden names, John." As you sat back in your chair and crossed your legs, Price wondered what he had done for the universe to gift him you.

soap

Despite your initial reservations, Johnny was quite good at keeping your occupation vague and nonchalant in conversation. You were honest about your work in central intelligence and he took that secret to the grave. Your long-distance relationship was written off as you working in some company in DC and no one batted an eye at your occasional inference at military strategy or surveillance techniques. When you returned home, you would always be sure to show him extra appreciation for his covertness. "Tryna make me patriotic?" he would joke before you would kiss him and stifle his laughs.

However, he loved testing your skill set and seeing if you were as trained of an operative as your file read. "Let's see what they teach you over there, Bonnie," he joked as he lined up his sights at the air gun range. You refrained from kicking him as you stood back to watch him. You almost let out a laugh when you saw his small pellet ricochet just slightly off target. "Hmm and that's why Ghost is your long-range weapons specialist," you teased as he got up and switched positions. You breathed in as you looked down your sights and positioned your rifle towards the farthest target on the range. "You Americans, always so fucking cocky," he muttered under his breath before you quickly shut him up with a quick shot directly into the center of the target. The metal hen spun around widely at your expert marksmanship and you exhaled your held breath. You stood up and tried to size up your tall boyfriend. "Best 2/3?" you offered and you smiled as he kissed your forehead before ushering you out of the way to try again. "Fucking CIA training," he whispered as he got into position again. "You say something, you glorified sergeant?"

gaz

It was 4 am when you arose from the bed and leaned into Kyle, taking in his warmth and seeking refuge from the cold London air. You could always rely on your boyfriend to be your human-sized space heater. As you laid your head across his chest, you could feel him stir lightly. "Time to go already, love?" he asked with his eyes still closed and you muttered in confirmation. You always knew what challenges came with living so far away from the States but you had someone who made it all worth it. He kissed your forehead lightly as you rolled off the bed. You tried to quietly make your way to the bathroom to let him get some more hours of precious sleep but upon your return, it was clear Kyle was more awake than before.

"You sure you don't need me to drive you to the airport?" he offered yet again as you dressed quickly in dress slacks and a blouse. "MI6 is sending a car," you explained as you collected your overnight bag, "just try to get some sleep, my love. I'll text you when I land in Langley." Despite your soft kiss on the cheek, Kyle still pouted as you pulled away. "Don't understand why you can't be a liaison officer for us," he mumbled but you ruffled his hair slightly. "When the position becomes available, I'll be the first application on there," you smiled, doing a final check of your things, "just tell Price to write me a hell of a recommendation letter." With that, you shared another long kiss as you slightly cringed at his morning breath. "I'll be sure to say hi to the cybercrime analysis team for you, hopefully, they'll actually take my advice this time," you laughed before exiting out of your apartment and embracing the cold English air you had grown to love.

ghost

When the question arose of your occupation, you would always smile and defer to being just an "American government worker." However, you always knew Simon had more than just an inkling as to your occupation. When you spoke about military strategy, and combat techniques, or even had various conversations in different languages over the phone, it was clear to him that you were more than just a civilian. The shock didn't even resonate with him when you uttered the words, "Paramilitary Operations Officer," it all seemed to fall into place. He wouldn't bat an eye when it came to long stretches of days that you were in minimal contact with him. "I'll be back," you would reassure as you pulled on a dark hoodie and headed out the door with a bag. Simon would always be there to clean your wounds and ice your bruises.

It was a shock when Simon hadn't heard from you in a month. You had left in the middle of the day in a black Mercedes that disappeared off the English skyline. It was the unfortunate timing that he had been on leave when you left and there had been no word from Price regarding a new mission. Every morning, he would turn over in your king-sized bed expecting to see you smiling back at him. However, the days dragged on without any information meeting his ears. You could practically still picture his terrified face when you turned the key into the door and slammed your bag down. Simon paused upon seeing your blackened eye and wrapped knuckles. The eye bags on your delicate face further added worry to the situation. "Don't ask," you whispered as you fell into his chest, "intel was shit." That was all Simon needed to lift you gently and place you back on the couch. As he held you in his arms with an ice pack to your eye, you slightly pulled away from his touch. "I promised I would come back, didn't I?"

#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #Johnny mactavish x reader #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #izzie is writing

[words-4u]

don’t shut me out

pairing: jordan li x f!reader

wc: 750

a/n: i combined the two requests bc they felt kinda similar but i hope you guys enjoy <3

(NOTE: your super power is the ability to transform into any animal you want)

you stared at the last message you sent jordan.

to j 💗 i miss u. text me when u see this pls

you had sent that text at 8 pm last night and it was almost noon the next day and you still hadn't heard back from them. sighing deeply, you locked your phone, stuffing it in to your backpack.

is it me? did i do something? you thought.

it might seem over the top reacting this way but jordan is so communicative especially at night so it was off brand for them to go ghost like this. you were going through the different possibilities in your head as walked the god u campus to get to your next class, you had almost missed your friend calling your name.

“hey, y/n!” 

you looked up and saw cate beckoning you over to a table she’s at with andre.

“hey guys,” you said with no excitement which the blonde found weird.

“did your cat die or something? what’s up?” she asked patting the seat in between her and andre.

you huffed and set your bag on the table and your head on andre’s shoulder.

“okay this is gonna sound so stupid but i’ve been texting jordan all night and all morning today and i haven’t heard so much as a peep from them. i know the messages are going through, i just don't know why they're ignoring me”

“oh y/n. you haven’t heard,” andre begins. ”jordan’s parents are in town. we don’t know much about them but we know they are jordan’s least favourite topic.”

“i mean they’ve told me the basics but…” you trail off.

if their parents are in town then that explain why they’ve been so hard to reach. jordan's parents have never understood them and always made them feel ashamed of their powers which is ridiculous because they are ones who’ve injected their kid with compound V.

"guys i’ve got to go,” you said grabbing your bags and transforming into an eagle, flying off to jordan's student accommodation.

you knock rapidly on your partner’s door, once you arrived. “jordan, open up!”

silence.

you grabbed your vphone out of your bag and checked the “find my” app. “i can literally see that you’re in there so either you open this door and let me in or i turn into a snake and slither in… your choice.”

you hear some metal clanging and something unlocked and in a second you were faced with your gorgeous significant other who looked like they have been crying their eyes out.

no words needed to be said between you before you dropped your bag and pulled them into your arms, rocking them side to side.

you let a few moments pass before you spoke. “why didn't you just tell me?”

“i’m sorry,” they said pulling away. “i fall into this pit of self hatred when my parents come around.”

you guided them to the bed and played with their fingers as you shared your thoughts. “you know i thought you were ignoring cause i might've done something to piss you off or something…”

“no, baby” they whispered. “it’s not you. like at all. it’s them. they… they’ve never accepted my full powers. the girl version anyway. to my parents, i’m their golden boy and nothing else. i came to god u and swore that i would never feel ashamed of myself and would never be forced to choose one gender like my parents desperately want.”

“that’s a lot to carry by yourself, jord,” you move their short black bob out of their face and tuck it behind their ear. “i’m here if you ever need to talk. about any of it.”

“i know,” they smiled softly.

“and for what it’s worth i like…all of you,” you confessed which made jordan put on their sexy grin that you fell for.

“is that right? and which parts of me do you like?” they asked switching to their male form and placing you on their lap.

“hmm now that i think about it, i actually can’t remember,” you stroked your chin jokingly.

“how about i make you remember?” they replied, capturing your lips in an over due kiss. you breathe them in as you run your hands through their short hair.

you pulled away still holding their face in your hands. “promise to tell me when things bother you, big or small okay? i don’t want you to shut me out.”

jordan nodded, whispering, “i promise,” before kissing you once more.

#gen v #gen v imagines #jordan li #jordan li imagines #jordan li x reader #london thor #derek luh #the boys #cate dunlap #andre anderson #gen v prime #gen v fanfiction #gen v amazon

[mangowafflesss]

Surprise! 141 x Reader

Summary: The guys surprise you with a furry new friend <3

It gets lonely when you're at home with no one to talk to…

The guys leave at odd times of the day or early morning, sometimes without a goodbye because they are in such a rush. You'd spoken to them about how they feel about getting a dog or a cat to keep you company but every time the subject popped up, they would speak about something else or ignore you completely.

The guys didn't want to upset you but they actually had been planning to get you a dog for a while but with the constant missions they haven't had the time to surprise you.

When the guys walked through the front door of your home they found you slumped on the sofa, your feet propped up on top of the coffee table and the credits of the film you obviously fell asleep to, rolling in the background.

“I've missed how peaceful she looks when sleeping” Soap whispers before hums in agreement break out.

Gaz holds the puppy they picked up from the shelter earlier over your stomach and gently lowers her down until she rests on your body. You start to stir in your sleep as the fluff ball starts licking your chin.

“Hey love, wake up. We have something for you” Price says in his sweet tone he only uses for you. His hand stroked your head and you leaned into his touch with a smile on your face.

“You're home” you say with a groggy voice but with your eyes still closed and oblivious to the added weight moving on your chest.

You eventually opened your eyes and when you did, you saw all of your favourite boys surrounding you with grins on their faces. You didn't understand what they were smiling about until you saw something brown move in your vision.

Looking down, you see the softest looking pup snuggled up against you. Your hand cradles its body as you manoeuvre yourself into a sitting position.

“Oh my god. Am I dreaming?” your hands ran over the fur of your new friend and tears sprung to your eyes. You finally break the eye contact with the animal in your hands and look up at the guys “I thought you didn't want a dog”

Gaz kneels down in front of you and gives the dog a little scratch before talking. “We wanted to surprise you the first time you asked but-”

“We went away for three months and we couldn't stop thinking about you being here all alone” Ghost says while sitting next to you on the sofa.

“Thank you so much, I promise to take good care of her” you press a kiss to Gaz and ghost before standing up and kissing Soap and Price.

“You guys are the best! Come on my baby let's go to bed” you talk in a little high pitched voice while hugging the small dog to your chest.

The four men watch you leave the room and slowly look at one another.

“Maybe this was a mistake”

“We’ve lost ‘em now”

“Great”

#141 x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #captain john price x reader #price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #call of duty

[ellieverkuasidees]

Warm Blankets!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Bimbo!reader

a/n: it's time for me to throw my hat into the ring and finally post for my favorite type of reader! >.< def will show off my oc for this one >:)

synopsis: you and your buff manz(pluz pets!) just kinda lay there and do nothing all day ╰(▔∀▔)╯

tags: fluff, cuddling, simon proposing in a personal space because he doesn't take me as a person who'd propose in public, just overral being cute (´｡• ω •｡`)

wrds:

it was a lazy sunday. finally simon came back from his missions this week and had a lot of time to be with you. stood at the door, awaiting him. you could hear simon's loud and strong combat boots at the steps, the keys jiggling. you were basically a puppy waiting for her owner to come home. meanwhile the actually puppy wags her tail and yaps.

'shh! riley quiet! he can hear you!' you whispered at the pup, turning her head at you with confusion. 'I can already hear 'yer through the door sweets." simon chuckled through the door. you gasped, picking up riley and scooting behind the couch.

when simon stepped through the door, he saw your little my melody onesies and it's ears. 'baby i can see you.' he laughed, moving over to see you holding riley in your arms as you pout. 'simmy? HIII!!' you squealed. you set riley down as she moved forwards and leaped on his legs. he picked you up and kissed you plush lips.

oh to be home with you. a place of comfort and warmth. 'oh! wait! I have a gift for you!' you jumped off of simon as he furrowed his eyebrow. he took off his mask, scars covering his face as he smiled. riley left his side and followed you upstairs with a yap.

the both of you came back with a blanket of silks and blankets. 'okay! so, i got you a cute..wait for it! kuromi onesie! so we can match. you, me, and riley! she can be pompompurin.'

simon laughed at your adorable mind. so pliant and cute. 'you got this for me?' you nodded as you squealed and handed him the suit. usually, he'll shout at you and cut the poor thing into pieces. but just for you, and only you will he wear something like that.

'this thing? oh god..'

a few minutes later, you see the buffest and burliest kuromi ever seen. you screamed and ran up to simon as he chuckled. god forbid any of his teammates see him like this. 'is this what you wanted?' he asked.

you nodded. 'yes! ah! you look so cute! I got you kuromi because I knew you like black so I got this one for you!' how nice of you! always looking after him. never ending. 'thank you lovie, what are your plans tonight?' your eyes looked up and hummed. 'i dunno! wait! we can watch scary movies! and make like a fort pillow!'

'pillow fort hunny?' you nodded, 'yup! lemme warm up the blankets!' you swiftly left to go to the laundry room, your little slippers tapping and riley following after you as she yapped.

simon shook his head with a crooked smile as he started to pull out some chairs and nearby pillows. he couldn't wait to give you your new gift. a pretty little ring with a nice hot pink rock on top. he can't think of anyone else to come home to but you. his little angel. you were basically made for him. and he wanted to keep you forever.

'okay! i'm back! i have the blankets I want to use for the building process and others are drying okay! so! place the chairs here and-'

he wasn't listening to you. not because you were boring. more like he was just admiring you. he does it everyday. no matter where he's at. on base, duty or even at home. sleeping in the comfort of your arms and warmth, he's always thinking and admiring you.

though your brain is small, your heart was big and ready to share your love with others. you still couldnt do long division and even though keep asking and calling how the ish washer works even though you've been living on your own for years now. sometimes it scares and surprises simon how you lived so long on your own.

'are you even listening babe?' you huffed at him. he stammered and looked up at you. 'y-yeah i am.'

'good! now help me!' you moved one chair to the side and another to the back and give it a little friend as you like to call it. and simon lifted onto the other side of the fort. he drapped over a soft fuzzy white comforter and set the pillows inside, having a beautiful floor decor with a hello kitty blanket. you shoved some stuffies and a chew toy for the pup.

'oh! the blankets are done!' you swoop yourself across the house, again riley still following only lagging behind due to you being a lot faster and bigger than her. simon took out the ring, looking over his shoulder to see if you were still there. no? great. he tucked it under the pillows. he knew your dumb little brain wouldn't figure out where he placed his gift.

'simon! I need help please!' you shouted across the house. simon lifted himself up with a grunt. signally that he was coming to your rescue. when he arrived at the laundry room, he found his sweet girlfriend overwhelmed by huge pink and black blankets. riley was gnawing on one of the blankets and trying all her might to drag it back to the living room.

'I gotcha' ' simon took the weight off of you and carried the warm and fluffy blankets. he started to place some on top of the chairs and fluff them out. you were sti struggling, they were weighted blankets, you came back to see a nicely made fort by your boyfriend.

'ooh! so warm! what are we watching?' you plopped down under the fort, hugging your boyfriend's beefy arm. simon's other hand held the remote, scrolling through the catalog. 'maybe legally blonde eh? you're just like her. smart in your own way, but still a little silly' he said as he slightly tapped your head as you squished up. riley laid in between you and him. her nose was deep into the blanket, barking and growling at it. simon was starting to get worried. his smart little pup might spoil the surprise!

'riley! no! not on my clean sheets! no!' you scolded her as you picked up her small body and moved her to your right side. simon sighed, mentally of course. he was so thankful that you were dumb. if you had any sense, you'd at least ask or try to figure out what's under that pillow. 'well, yeah! i'll watch it.'

simon played the movie, the intro quickly grabbing your attention. you were basically drooling over the early to late 2000's fashion. the pink. the fits,the way they speak. gosh you just wanted to jump into ellie's world and just kiss her and be her best friend. all that going on, simon couldn't take his eyes off. your sweet smell and smile, your rosy and soft cheeks. the way you pointed out everything in that movie.

he remembers when he asked for soap how he should propose to you. he only has 10 minutes before the movie ends. maybe 30? he wasn't paying too much attention to it. soap said, ' I dunno. im single, why the hell are you askin' me?'

not much help, should've asked price before he left. damnnit. he couldn't let this soft moment go by. he needed you to be in his bed with a rock on your finger. nothing else. so maybe now? maybe after the movie? maybe-

'simon. something's poking my side can you see what's under there?' well shit..

might as well get it over with..

'okay. listen to me (reader).' you started to get worried. you knew what simon did as a job. you called it his pew pew job. very accurate if you will. 'simon you're scarin' me..' you whimpered. simon sat up, sneakily pushing the box behind his back. 'nothin' to be scared of.' he assured. 'you know I love you very much right?' you nodded, small tears swelling in your eyes, 'yeah?'

he softly placed the box in your hand. the tears started to flow even more. 'what's this?' you asked, holding the velvet box in your hand. 'I want you to be mine.' he hushed to you, his cheeks getting warm and softer, even with all the scars all over his pale face. 'what do you mean? I am yours!' you squealed.

'I want you to marry me doll..' he mumbled. your eyes opened wide, exposing the tears that have been spilling out. and all of a sudden your eyes are a fountain. you crashed your body into his chest, shaking your head yes as you wailed into his body. ' is that's a yes-'

'YES!'

a/n:it's a series now, gimme gimme GIMME YOUR IDEAS!!!!

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[milkteahood]

a ghost for a knight

medieval au, chapter 1

Simon Riley x fem!reader

Summary: your father, the king, makes his strongest knight keep watch over you due to you constantly disobeying the rules.

slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s while ghost is in his late 30s/ early 40s)

You thought he was merely a myth. Or at least, sort of. You heard the whispers, the other knights talking, but you never actually saw him.

Your father, the king, wasn’t allowing you to leave the premises of the castle, as you were the only heir. To you, he was just a story, a ghost. And to him, you were the same thing, for you had no idea your father was keeping you a secret. Only the most loyal to the family knew about you. So Simon had no idea why the king summoned him.

***

“That is a very good idea Your Highness” the advisor spoke.

“I just want her to be safe is all. She… she really inherited my temper” the king closed his eyes and rubbed one of his temples.

The crack from the secret passage was just enough for you to listen to the conversation. Someone was coming. Someone that was supposed to keep you safe. Safe from what? you thought to yourself. It’s not like I’m allowed to go anywhere.

As quiet as a mouse, you tiptoed away from the passageway and back into the labyrinth hidden into the castle. You knew every door, every crack. In case of a war, you could easily escape. Spending your free time hidden within the walls, listening to everyone’s conversations was something you found incredibly amusing. You knew which of the servants liked you and which couldn’t stand you. The only thing you found bothersome is not getting there in time to listen to your father’s whole conversation. You wanted to know who was coming. Is he planning to marry you off?

***

Exactly two weeks after the initial hearing of your father’s conversation is when the whispers started getting louder. “He is here” “The Ghost” “The Night” “The King’s most trusted” “The Myth” “The Legend”. And it was during one of your latin classes that the servant interrupted to announce that you were supposed by the king.

“Your Highness. The King is summoning you to the throne room” the servant spoke with a bow.

“What is it about?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“I do not know princess”

“Very well”.

And with that, you stood up, a million thoughts running through your head.

Making your way down to the throne room, beautiful dress dragging behind, you felt a little anxious. After taking a few breaths, you let it known to the guards was alright to open the doors for you.

There stood your father, his advisor and a man. He was dressed like a knight and wore the kingdom’s crest, but you have never seem him before.

Your father’s voice broke your chain of thoughts.

“Y/N. Please step closer. There is something I need to tell you”

“Yes father?” you approached, giving him a small bow. He might’ve been your father, but he was also the king.

“I am aware of your little getaways” his tone was cold, but not angry.

You didn’t dare say more. You knew it was just a matter of time until he found out about your sneaking away from the castle into the forest.

You could feel the man’s eyes on you. He was taking you in.

“I have considered locking you away too” your father continued after a pause “but I know what I raised. You’d eventually escape a cellar too. So, there he is” he gestured towards the man “Sir Simon Riley. The most trustworthy knight and soldier I have. He is from now on in charge of looking after you and keeping you safe”.

***

“I cannot believe this” you finally spoke once you were far enough the hallway “I have been given a nanny”

“Seems like it, princess” Simon said.

“Don’t get smart with me”

He didn’t respond.

***

And so there he always was. When you studied, he was in the room. When you slept he was just outside. He only spoke if spoken to and always walked a couple steps behind you. Only when you’d request him to walk by your side did he ever do that.

There was no more sneaking away into the secret passages. That was something your father didn’t know you did, and you didn’t know just how much Simon reported back to him.

Life began to feel increasingly boring. You felt almost trapped, even more than you previously did. So you started to hatch a plan. How could you get away from Simon, even if it was just for a couple hours. The best solutions are always hidden in plain sight. Simon only ever left your side when you wanted to rest. Of course, he was just outside your door, but you had all the room to yourself. All the room and all the ways outside of it.

So that same evening, you told the knight who was worse than a shadow at this point, that you felt incredibly tired and would return to your chambers earlier.

“As you wish, princess” was all he said as he took his place in front of your door.

You changed out of your gown and into something more suited for what you were about to do.

A wave of adrenaline washed over you as you slipped your shoes off, as to not have your footsteps be heard, and very quietly opened your window. The sunset was magnificent, the breeze cool against your skin. Your room wasn’t very high up, making it very easy to decent off its balcony.

The grass was a little wet under your feet, and you took your sweet time to enjoy this little freedom. But, just as you were about to make a run for it through the palace’s garden, a strong hand wrapped itself around arm.

“Did you really think I was that stupid?” he almost hissed at you.

Your whole mood completely deflated in that moment.

“Well… I sure hoped you’d be” you replied.

His grip on you only tightened, enough to tell you he wasn’t in the mood for your games, but not hard enough to actually hurt.

“I just, really wanted to see the sunset”

“You can see it from your balcony” he replied coldly.

“But”

“No”

“I’m the princess!” you protested.

“And I answer to your father, not you, brat”.

He almost dragged you back inside, marking the first night Simon moved into your room. The king was right, Simon thought. You really were a flight risk. And when his head was on the line, he really wasn’t going to take any shit from a brat half his age.

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[flowerandblood]

You are safe now

Halloween Request Oneshots Series

[ Aemond • Targaryen x widow! • female ]

[ warnings: oral sex, smut, angst, violence, death threats, murder, obsession, swearing ]

[ description: She is married to a man whom she doesn't not love, but he is murdered after a few months. She knows that someone from the Red Keep must have done it and suspects the one-eyed prince who has been watching her for a long time. Angst, violence, mad, dark Aemond. ]

This is the last oneshot from the Halloween series. Thank you all for reading my oneshots and I hope you liked them! 🎃🎃🎃

*English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy!*

My others works: Masterlist

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She was married to this man for exactly four months and five days. She had sworn to him in the Great Sept that she would be his because that was what her father and mother had decreed. She did not want this marriage; her lord-husband was ten years older than her.

He tried to give her pleasure in bed, he tried to touch her, to kiss her breasts and her space between her thighs before he entered her, but all she felt was disgust, her body rejected him, she was not attracted to him and that frustrated him.

He hit her for the first time when she asked him if she could sleep separately, that she was not getting enough sleep by his side, wanting in fact to keep their intimacy to a minimum.

He then slapped her in rage saying that he was her lord-husband, that she was disrespectful to him, that despite his best efforts she still abhorred him.

She could not say why this was the case.

Her husband was one of the King's advisors, so their lives went on in the Red Keep, where she walked around with her bruised cheek, pretending not to see the bewildered stares and whispers of the people at court.

It was impossible for her not to notice him.

He always trained with Ser Criston at exactly noon, and it was then that she went for a walk in the garden, taking advantage of her husband's absence.

It was the only place where she found peace.

She felt his cold gaze escorting her away, felt that she had aroused his interest, his desire, but she had no intention of angering her husband even more.

She was tired.

A few days later she found him, his body covered in blood, lying on their bed, someone had stabbed him in the stomach and chest at least ten times.

She screamed loudly, terrified, calling for help, even though she knew there was nothing that could be done.

Putting on her black mourning gown, she felt remorseful that she was relieved to be a free woman again, knowing that he was actually not a bad person and loved her in his own way.

However, she did not understand what the reason for the murder was, the king had launched an investigation, but no one admitted anything, the servants had seen nothing.

She was convinced that it was someone from within, a resident of the keep.

She heard movement in her chamber one night and shuddered, feeling cold sweat on her back. She swallowed loudly, terrified, rising slowly, turning over her shoulder with her heart pounding hard, and saw him, sitting like a statue, pale and cold, his white hair making him look like a ghost, his healthy, bright eye wide open.

"I knew it was you." She mumbled in a trembling voice, wondering if he was some kind of madman, if he would do the same to her now.

He remained silent, however, and continued to stare at her.

She wondered if she should shout or run to the door of her chamber and glanced in that direction, but she heard his sound, from which she felt a chill in her chest.

"Tsk-tsk."

She swallowed loudly, glancing at him again, wondering what he wanted from her, feeling her whole body shudder in accelerated, raspy breaths.

"Why did you do that?" She asked quietly, and he grinned in a way that made her think he was really about to kill her.

"Because I had a whim." He replied coolly, a smile that didn't reach his eyes stretched dangerously across his face, the first time she had ever heard his voice, deep, assured, slightly hoarse.

He stood up abruptly and she flinched in her seat, wanting to pull herself up.

"No. Sit." He said lowly, she stared at him with wide eyes unsure what to do, she felt her heart in her throat.

"− please −" She mumbled with difficulty, and he sneered seeing the look on her face.

"− did he ever give you fulfilment? − he looked like a man who preferred to slap a woman when she didn't come − tell me the truth − you are safe now −" He said nonchalantly, and she raised a shocked look at him, licking involuntarily her lips dry of stress, analysing quickly what he had said.

For how long had he been watching her.

"− I've come to give you what you need −" He gasped, pulling out a short dagger hidden in the sleeve of his jacket, not a trace of any emotion in his eyes, they shone with a utter, dangerous emptiness.

"− are you talking about taking me by force? −" She asked shakily, wondering where she had got so much courage to speak to him in such a way, and he raised his eyebrows, amused.

"− oh no, you misunderstood me −" He said with a slight mockery in his voice, climbing onto her bed, pressing the blade of his dagger to her neck.

"− you'll give yourself to me of your own free will, because you're a smart, pretty girl − aren't you? −" He asked softly, almost tenderly, and she nodded quickly, thinking only of him not killing her, that she wanted to live so badly, her lower lip began to twitch, she felt she was about to burst out crying.

He huffed, sighing, shaking his head.

"− why these tears? − come here − I'm not going to hurt you −" He said sitting up, pulling her to him by her shoulder with his free hand, laying down on his back, forcing her to sit on his thighs, the blade of his dagger at her neck the whole time.

"− sit on my face −" He said calmly, looking at her with a glint in his eye, and she shook her head, disbelieving what he was hearing, thinking he was mocking her.

"− w-what? − I −"

"− fucking do it − all I've been thinking about for months is that no one's ever licked that cunt properly before −" He gasped, and she swallowed loudly, for some reason feeling a strong throbbing between her thighs and wetness at his words, her cheeks red, her heart pounding like mad.

Gods, he meant it.

She felt the blade of his knife pressed dangerously close to her skin, showing how impatient he was with her hesitation.

She raised herself up on trembling hands, moving higher, and felt him slide down between her thighs, surrounding her womanhood with his hot breath. She gasped loudly for air, feeling relieved that he took his hand with his blade and clenched it painfully tight against her thigh.

She thought this was her chance, that she should now get up quickly and hit him over the head with her knee, she wanted to do it, but almost screamed when she felt his rough tongue force its way inside her, sliding in and out of her in quick, fluid motions, rubbing against her upper wall and the point which made her lose touch with reality for a moment.

"− ah − gods −" She mumbled, leaning her hand against the back of the bed in front of her, his hands tightening on her buttocks, she felt the cold of his blade against her hot skin, heard the slurping sound of his tongue, the loud clicks of his saliva.

She was surprised and ashamed at how squeaky and pathetic sounds she began to make of herself every time she felt him deliberately licking that wonderful point hidden between her muscles, from which shivers ran through her, she felt heat in her lower abdomen and a pleasant tickling, a feeling she had not known before.

She felt that she was all wet and he obviously noticed it too, because he purred low as if in satisfaction, licking everything that flowed out of her as if he was really waiting for it, his long nose teasing her pearl with every lick of his.

She thought with embarrassment that this was pleasurable, that perhaps she would wait a moment longer before running away, she began to move her hips slowly, rising and falling on his tongue, feeling how wonderfully it enhanced her sensations and she moaned, sensing that something was approaching.

She cried out loudly, surprised when he suddenly sped up, she leaned forward, pressing her cheek against the wooden backrest of her bed, whimpering, rocking her hips up and down, clenching her eyes shut, feeling how hard her nipples had become, her insides clenching around nothing.

"− I − oh − oh, Gods, please −" She mewled, parting her lips wide and clenching her eyes, surprised and horrified at how she was suddenly shaken by a wave of heat and overpowering pleasure, she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She listened with embarrassment, moaning loudly as he licked with a loud slurp everything that flowed out of her.

What was this?

Was this what a woman's pleasure looked like?

She felt his fingers on her hips loosen after a moment, and she jumped away from him, covering her thighs with her nightgown, panting loudly, looking at him with her eyes wide open, surprised, terrified and unsure of what had actually happened.

He licked his lips looking at her with satisfaction, wiping his face with his free hand.

"− fucking knew it −" He grinned, lifting himself off her bed in a light, unhurried motion, playing with his dagger between his fingers. He looked at her and smirked in a way that sent shivers through her.

"You will come to me yourself." He hummed and simply walked out of her chamber, leaving her alone.

She fell back on her bedding, panting heavily, convincing herself in her head that she had only done it because she was afraid of dying, because he had threatened her, that it was rape.

That she hadn't thought of running after him at all.

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[littlebugs]

𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

established relationship!ghost headcannons warnings: fem reader, reader is kinda couquetteish (tbh i wrote this for myself), fluff, ooc characters, bartender!reader, sfw, not proofread im so sorry ): rafs bloo notes: basically when i can't find what i want to read i write it lmao. also i tried to make the reader british (i said pub once)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

you've been together for a year now

you guys met in a pub close to the base he was staying at, you looked at his skull mask, shrugged, and then didn't say a word about it. he came back every day after that.

little things mean a lot to him

you saw his face after only a month of dating, what can i say the man got comfy quick asf

he's always the big spoon. always. he just liked to protect you )):

he doesn't know how to make any food other than tea (which you argue isn't food but he says "it has nutrients")

he's always joking about the guys at work who have very odd names like soap??? gaz????

which leads to you meeting them (completely on "accident")

because the guys are hanging out in the break room and simon goes to the bathroom

without his phone.

like whats the worst that can happen really?

but then he gets a call from "pookster 🥰" with a picture of you in a pink sundress !!

all the guys are like silent until simon gets back

and he's like "the bloody hell is wrong with you?" and soap points at his phone

so like the guys they are they quite literally follow simon home because what's he gonna do? kill them ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა (probably)

simon drives a truck dont argue with me

and so simon's kind of pissed but also he gets to show his girl off cus ya knows ya fine (;

he's unlocking the door to the apartment and soap and gaz are standing there whispering to eachother

they're discussing the odds of l.t having a girlfriend like she didn't just pop up on his phone.

simon opens the door and you're all up in your matching itty bitty pink top and shorts with pink ribbons in your hair like ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

and you see the two guys in military outfit staring at you like an alien so you invite them in for chinese takeout

ghost is pissed

gaz actually has a good time

soap is kind of perplexed the whole time

"now ghost, how'd ya score a lass like tha-" "shut the bloody hell up johnny"

after dinner ghost decides to be mr grumpster )): so you watch tv with him in bed all night

he radiates a lot of body heat

like more than a toaster

so much that at night you'll actually be sweating but you cant escape him because his arms are BUILT

it doesn't even matter how much you weigh this man can throw you across the room like an entire ragdoll- but he wouldn't ever dream of hurting you //:

he's a big guy. he's huge (hardy har har)

so of course you steal all of his sweatshirts (they're big asf)

he smells like cologne and faintly gunsmoke

you always tell him to use more laundry detergent but you're pretty sure he never listens

other than tea he can only cook one thing which is lamb (and its actually pretty good)

nobody ever really taught him how to cook and you only know how to make drinks so you guys improvise a lot

mommy issues ):

he's so scared you'll leave him you always have to tell him that you would never !!

he's afraid that when he's on deployments he might come back and you just wouldn't be there.

he's always checking on you at work

(if we're talking MWII) this man can bend the rules a little to check his phone. anyways who's gonna tattle on him seriously

always texting "how are you?" "thinking of you" "hope you have a good day"

anytime soap catches him on his phone he goes "texting pookster?"

price overheard one time and was very confused

lets just say by the end of the day the whole task force knows about you

if anything ever happens you've got a military team to defend you so life is looking good tbh

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[thetriumphantpanda]

Ghost of You | J. Miller (Chapter One)

Series Summary / Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.

Pairing / Joel Miller x Female Reader

Word Count / 3.4K

Warnings / soft!Joel, reader is a widow, in depth discussions and descriptions of grief and depression, will have eventual smut, SLOW BURN.

Authors Note / I AM SO PROUD OF THIS LITTLE STORY YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I've wanted to write soft!Joel for so long so I hope you love it as much as I do! If you do enjoy it, reblogs, asks and likes are my drug so I'd love to know what you think! Also considering following for more!

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Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. There were days that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw back the sheets of your bed and get up. For the first month, you think you managed to shower three times. No point if no-one was going to see you. You hadn’t left your house since the day of the funeral, life had become a monotonous circle of waking up, soaking your pillow with tears until you made yourself sick, throwing on the same clothes as before and then doing the same thing but led on the couch. 

People had reassured you it would get easier. That each day it would subside, little by little, and you cursed them for being right. The longer you sat with your misery, the easier it became. One morning, a few months ago, you remember waking up, only this time you didn’t roll over and place your hand on the empty side of the bed and cry when you realized your husband wasn’t there anymore. You got up and showered, taking 15 minutes to brush the matted mess of your hair, and you dressed in new clothes. 

You managed to walk to the market hall and purchase food with your ration cards and Maria had almost fallen over when she saw you in the aisle. That was the worst thing though. You’d been absent from life in Jackson for almost six months, and whenever you left your house people looked at you. Some still had those sympathetic eyes, telling you they were sorry for your loss, but there were the others who judged you. How pathetic you were for falling into despair like you had. 

It wasn’t as if he’d met a violent end, he was quite lucky, actually. In this world death came at the hands of evil, whether it was being taken and tortured by raiders, or torn limb from limb by infected. Your husband had died peacefully, drifting off in his sleep in the hospital. The doctors had said it was cancer, which seemed painfully unkind to him. He’d never smoked in his life and was probably the healthiest person you’d ever known, but when was life ever fair? 

You could tell they whispered once you’d passed. How dare she be so upset when my husband was killed on patrol? How lucky you were to have been able to say goodbye and hold his hand as he passed, when someone else turned into one of those things all alone. So now it wasn’t grief that kept you behind closed doors, but shame. Shame at knowing you thought they were right, that not being able to pull yourself together was selfish. Selfish to all the people who had managed to carry on with their lives after losing someone, selfish to the community for not being able to pull your weight. You were stuck and you had no idea what to do about it. 

The only way you could face leaving your home these days was on Maria’s comforting arm. She’d been your friend for years, she and Tommy seemingly the only people who understood you. Didn’t force you to do anything, let you come to your own decisions when you felt ready. No-one would dare look at you or speak in hushed tones whilst she was around. 

The sun was soaking Jackson now, it was summer, and you were grateful for the warmth of the sun on your skin, everything felt better with the sun on your back. With summer came one of your favourites of life’s simple pleasures. Strawberries. In the market you picked up as many as you could purchase after buying your essentials. Maria walked you home, helped you put away everything and then left with a comforting hug. 

You carefully placed a large handful of the fruit in a bowl, rinsing it under running water. You were about to sit down on your couch to eat them, but the sun was filtering invitingly through your front windows. You stripped off your jacket, leaving you in your simple tank top and jeans before opening your front door to sit on the bench on your porch. You had sunglasses resting on your face, Tommy had found them on a patrol trip a few months ago and you were grateful for the safety you felt from them. People couldn’t walk past and meet your eye. 

You were finishing your third strawberry when Tommy walked past, a man you didn’t know on his left shoulder. He took a look to your house and smiled on seeing you sat in a patch of sunlight, he waved, which you return, then he turns to the mysterious man on his left to say something before they start walking over. 

“It’s good to see you out, honey,” He smiled, walking to lean over the railing of your porch, “What’cha got there?” He asked, motioning his head to your bowl of strawberries. 

“You want one?” You asked, picking the bowl up and walking over to meet him, he gladly takes the biggest fruit in the bowl, pinching the spidery leaves off before putting the whole thing in his mouth, “How about you?” You asked, extending the bowl to Tommy’s mysterious companion. 

He takes a strawberry as well, doing as Tommy did, but he takes smaller bites of the fruit, like he’s savoring it, “This here’s my brother Joel,” Tommy speaks, Joel extends his hand and you take it, shaking it softly in greeting, “He arrived a few weeks back, he’s been getting settled with his daught… with Ellie, but I thought it was high time he started pulling his weight.” 

He had a smirk on his face as he said it and you could see the beginnings of a smile on Joel’s face too, “This one’s a real taskmaster,” You say to Joel, a smirk across your lips, “You’ll be wishing we had a retirement age soon enough.” 

“Can’t think where he gets it from,” Joel chuckles, “You were takin’ notes all the time we worked together before weren’t you?” 

Tommy smiles and nods, “Learnt from the best,” There’s another round of chuckles from the men, “Listen, we should get a move on, but I mean it, it’s nice to see you out like this.” 

“Thanks Tommy,” You offer a small smiled, “Here, take a strawberry for the road.” 

Both men take another fruit gladly before the way and make their way back down the street, leaving you on your own once more. You slide the sunglasses back onto your eyes and take your place in the path of sunlight on the bench. You sit there for a while, eating your strawberries, thinking about all the times you and your husband had done the same, holding hands as the sunset, cuddling up into his side when the temperature dropped. You realized suddenly that you weren’t sad. That the tears that usually threatened to fall were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was just a feeling of happiness, grateful that you’d experienced love in a world where it had seemed impossible. Sure, you wished he would reach over and take your hand in his like he used to, squeeze it and place a soft kiss to your palm, but you were no longer ruled by the grief that had consumed you all those months ago. 

*

“She seemed nice.” Joel muses as he walks with Tommy. 

“She’s lovely,” He replies simply, “Just had a pretty rough time of it recently.” 

Joel hums in acknowledgement as his boots hit the ground in time with Tommy’s, “When you said it was good to see her out, what did you mean?” 

Tommy sighs at his question, but not out of frustration like he usually did when Joel asked him questions, more out of sympathy, “Her husband died about a year ago,” He begins to explain, “Nothin’ violent or anythin’ like that, the doctors reckoned it was cancer, but she took it real hard, I don’t think she got out of bed for the first week, and then after his funeral she just kinda withdrew, she’s been all alone in that house for months, refuses to leave unless it’s with Maria because people talk.” 

“People talk about her?” Joel is shocked, in a world where loss in inevitable, what makes someone else’s grief less worthy than others? 

“We’re safe here,” Tommy says, steering him into a building at the end of the street, “But that doesn’t mean people don’t die when they’re out there,” He references his patrol men, he’d lost a few which he would always hold heavy in his heart, “Maria told me once that when she took her to the market a few months ago, some busybody wives were talkin’ about how unfair it was she got to say goodbye, that he’d been sedated and it was easy for him.” 

Joel stops in his tracks, letting Tommy walk in front of him. They’re in the gun store, not for anything in particular, just so Joel knows where everything is so he can stop following his brother round like a lost puppy. His mind inevitably wanders to his own grief in this moment. The pain of losing his own daughter, the all-consuming feeling of ‘what is the point in life anymore?’ without her. The scar on the right side of his face and the hearing loss in the same ear when he’d tried to end it all. He hadn’t been strong, not really. If he hadn’t of flinched that would have been it, the easy way out, as some would have said. He’d struggled for a long time with his survival but that didn’t mean his was worth more than your grief, or yours more than his. It wasn’t that simple. 

“I spoke to them, told ‘em if I heard ‘em gossiping again then we’d have no issues moving them on their way, but I suppose people are always going to talk, they just do it where we can’t hear them.” 

“I’m guessin’ she knows?” 

“Of course she knows, Joel, that’s why she shuts herself away, easier that way I guess.” 

“Doesn’t make it fair though, feelin’ like you can’t leave your house because people are gonna judge the way your husband died.” 

“She’s been better recently,” Tommy speaks, leaning against the table behind him, “Still won’t really go anywhere without Maria, but seein’ her today, it was nice.”  Joel nods his way through Tommy explaining the signing out system for guns, follows him around to the stables where he shakes the hand of the young girl in charge of caring for them and then settles himself next to his brother at the bar for a drink. All the while, he can’t stop his mind drifting back to you and your loneliness, your despair at your loss, or the rotten porch step he’d noticed at the front of your house that might just give him the reason to get a little closer to you. 

*

A few mornings later, there is a soft knock at your door. Your face contorts in confusion, Maria wasn’t supposed to come until tomorrow. Leaving the coffee pot to its filtering, you walk slowly to the door, opening it to find Joel stood on your porch, toolbox in hand and planks of wood resting against the railing. 

“Good mornin’,” He croons, “Not interrupin’ anythin’ am I?” 

You shake your head, “Can I help you?” You asked, wincing slightly at the defensive tone of your voice. 

“Well, I hope you don’t mind, but when I passed with Tommy the other day, I noticed your porch step was rotting,” He points to the old timbers behind him, “I’m surprised you’ve not fallen through it already, so do you mind if I fix them?” 

Your exterior softens and a small smile pulls at your lips, “Of course,” You say, “I’m just making some coffee, do you want some?” 

“If you don’t mind sharin’, then I’d love some.” 

You leave him on the porch to get started. Your mug is already set next to the coffee pot, you open the cupboard and instinctively reach for the only other mug you ever needed. It had meant nothing to you when you moved in. It was white and had a pattern of sausage dogs printed on it, but it had always been his. You hold it in your hands when you realise what you’ve done. His face flashes behind your eyes. He’s standing in front of you, his hair tousled from sleep, his voice still low and raspy. He thanks you as he takes hold of his mug, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You set it back in the cupboard like it had burned your palms, reaching instead of the plain black mug at the back of the cupboard. 

You rest your palms on the counter, closing your eyes to take deep breaths, feeling the weight of your body through to the ground. Once you don’t feel the wave of sadness flowing through you any longer, your quickly pour the coffee into the mugs, taking them out to the porch where Joel is currently working to take the rotten boards up, not that it’s taking much work, a little force from his hands and the wood in crumbling. 

“Here you go,” You say softly, setting the mug down next to his toolbox, “I hope you don’t mind it black, I spent all my rations on strawberries this week, so no milk.” 

“Just how I like it,” He says, looking up at you, “Thank you.” 

You take a seat on the bench out front, it’s been a long time since you had the company of someone that wasn’t Maria or Tommy and it was nice to watch him work whilst you sat in the sun. 

“Thank you, by the way, I didn’t realise it had gotten so bad,” You remark, and before you can think about what you’re saying, you add, “My husband always used to handle this stuff.” 

You press your fingers to your lips as Joel’s movement still slightly, he knows what you’ve said, but he continues working, “It’s alright, this is what I used to do before all of this, so I’ve got an eye for rotting wood.” 

“You were a builder?” You asked, desperate to steer the conversation away from your loss. 

“I was, Tommy and I were contractors, worked on a bunch of different sites together, kinda annoying the world ended, we’d just booked a really big job, was gonna pay the bills and then some for once, my daughter had already spent the money on a trip to Disney.” 

“Ellie?” You enquire, remembering the name Tommy had given. 

He shakes his head as he sits back on his knees, coffee mug in hand, “No, she’s not mine by blood, she came along a lot later, I lost my daughter on outbreak day.” 

“Oh,” You say simply, “I’m sorry Joel.” 

“It’s alright,” He shrugs, taking a mouthful of coffee, “I struggled, for a long time, didn’t see how it was fair, but it’s been easier recently, all because of Ellie, and this.” He motions around to the town. 

You’re silent for a while, your gaze flits between Joel working and the dregs of liquid in your cup. You understand in a way. The loss is different, but it’s loss all the same. 

“What was his name?” Joel asks quietly as he’s rooting through his toolbox for some nails, “Your husband.” 

“Mark,” You speak quietly, realizing quickly it was probably too quiet for him to hear, “His name was Mark.” 

“Were you together long?” 

“Eighteen years,” You answer, “He was my neighbour in the first QZ I was in, I’d lost my parents a few years before the outbreak so I was on my own, he moved in a year later and would always wake me up every morning when he stomped about to go to work,” You were smiling, recounting how you’d met, “One morning I’d had enough, I went right over there, pounded on the door and gave him what for. Said I was tired of waking up to the sound of his work boots every morning, and I guess the rest is history.” 

Joel smiles as he reaches for his hammer, nailing in the new boards, “Love at first sight?” He asked, worried at first that it’s too personal a question. 

“Something like that,” You offer in reply, “I guess it just kinda happened really, like most things do.” 

There’s silence between you again as Joel hammers in the last of the nails. He stands up, pressing his full weight on the step, “All done,” He declares, shutting away his toolbox, “Don’t have to worry about you fallin’ through it now.” 

You stand up to admire his handiwork, you must admit he was good at what he did. Efficient but thorough, the step had never looked so good, even when you’d first moved in, “Thank you Joel,” You place a hand on his arm and give it a gentle squeeze, “I really appreciate it.” 

“No problem,” He bends to pick up his coffee mug and hands it over to you, “Nothin’ else need sorting?” 

“I mean, nothing that risks death or serious injury,” You jest, “But there is something you might be able to help with.” 

You gesture for him to follow you through the house, setting the dirty mugs in the sink as you pass through. You open the back door and motion for him to join you. The garden is a mess, there’s no beating around the bush here. The grass is out of control, but that’s because you haven’t been able to go and get your gas ration for the lawnmower. The decking out back is fine, Mark’s handiwork in the year before he died, but you point to the unfinished table and chairs in the corner, or rather the pile of wood that never got to become the table and chairs. 

“Mark was going to build some table and chairs, you know, so we could have guests over or sit out here in the evenings, but he got sick before he could really start,” There’s a lump in your throat now and you’re willing yourself not to cry, not now, in front of a man you barely know, but nothing you do can quell the feeling inside of you and a few tears fall down your cheek, “God, I’m so sorry,” You sniffed, “I’ve done so well not to do this today.” 

“Hey, it’s alright.” Joel soothes, he pressed a firm hand to your shoulder for comfort but keeps his distance, which you are grateful for. 

He gives you a moment to compose yourself, watching closely as you rub the tears from your eyes and take a deep breath, “It would just be nice to have somewhere to sit where people aren’t going to watch me.” 

Joel’s heart almost breaks at your words. He doesn’t know you, not in the slightest, but the thought that you felt like you had to hide away, in your own community, the place that was meant to make you feel some semblance of normal, was preposterous to him. 

“I’ll build you something, don’t worry,” He reassures, “Tommy has me on patrol for the next few days, but as soon as I can, I promise I’ll build you the best damn table and chairs you’ve ever seen.” 

You laugh now, through the remnants of your tears, “Thank you.” Is all you can manage to say. 

He’s turning around then, you go to follow him, but he stops in his tracks, eyes admiring the trellis against the back wall of your home, full in bloom of sweet peas, “These are beautiful.” He comments. 

“They’re sweet peas,” You inform him, “Maria found the seeds for me, said something about it being good for me to have something to put my energy into,” You shrug, “I guess she was right.”

You reach out and pluck one of the deep purple blooms, “These are my favourites,” You say, turning the bloom over in your fingers before you hand it to him, he looks confused, “Sweet peas are meant to symbolize kindness and friendship,” You explain, “Also fond goodbyes, but I think kindness is more appropriate here.” 

He takes the bloom and tucks the stem into the breast pocket, the petals of the flower peeking out where you can both see it, “Well then, thank you,” He nods, “I’ll see you soon, sweet pea.” 

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Halloween of the Nerds - Saltburn 2023

Michael Gavey x fem!reader

warning : +18, smut, oral f reciving, kissing, drinking, body whorship, use of Ma'm, no use of Y/n, use of a blindfold, implied praise kink

Summary : Halloween the night when all university students are supposed to be at the party. All except Michael Gavey and his girlfriend who have something much better, darker and more romantic in mind...an evening of lustful love and torture between lovers.

Info : So I had a request for this Michaels love with y/n or the reader as Morticia and Gomez it was sweet. However now I wanted to play with this idea and make it smut so here we are. Have fun reading ;)

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Halloween. Halloween at the university meant that there were plastic skulls hanging everywhere, little ghosts made out of handkerchiefs and cardboard pumpkins. It was almost cute to see the little creatures hanging everywhere. But this was not the reason why the whole university was so excited.

Every year on Halloween there was a big party in the style of some movie or century. This year it was "Deadly Pretty" and everyone was already looking for an outfit to dress as revealingly as possible, buy alcohol and take drugs.

For almost everyone except Michael Gavey and his girlfriend who, unlike him, was actually invited, but just like then and now on the night of the party, she just said, ,,Michael, we don't have to go, I don't want to go without you". She had her other friends and connections to the rich and respected at the school. However, they didn't accept her boyfriend Michael, which meant that she not only had to distance herself from them but also make her own plan with Michael. It was to be a Halloween just between them.

One sentence, one statement she stayed true to and was in her room, her gaze on the mirror in front of her. The red lipstick on her lips stood out and yet was in harmony with her red fingernails. Her hair lay straight and the makeup that was usually natural or not at all this time seemed to be that of a corpse.

The black dress on her body ended at the bottom of the floor in the shape of a spider's web, the spikes almost making her float. She noticed the spider in the room while small spiders, ghosts and body parts hung from the ceiling. She had everything set up nicely and the DVD for the Addams family movie was already playing on her TV, just waiting to start.

Snacks on the bed and the alcohol that looked like she had sacrificed children to get the red. But she saw the image of Morticia Addams and just had to wait for her sweet Gomez. Just as she was about to leave her likeness, there was a knock on the door and she scurried to the door.

She ran her hand over her dress one last time to smooth it out before opening the door with a gentle smile. ,,Good evening, my handsome Gomez," she said, looking down slightly at the brown-haired man, which was due to her heels. But she couldn't help but fall out of her role a little and smile.

Michael in a black suit looked more than just good, the pin in the shape of a skull was cute but his look screamed amorousness. His bright eyes ran over her body, completely mesmerized, as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

His mouth was slightly open and he licked his lips before adjusting his glasses. ,,My heart...my beautiful Morticia, you are as beautiful as the moon," he whispered and gently pushed her back into the room as his fingers placed themselves almost over-cautiously and tentatively on her hips. He engaged her in a hasty kiss, a reaction of devotion to his many emotions, but she welcomed him.

She hastily closed the door and let him hold her, smiling as she heard his gasp and tasted the sweet lipstick. ,,Strawberry," he murmured and she giggled as she handed him a handkerchief so he could clean his lips. ,,Just for you, my bat," she winked and decided to take off her shoes for her body and the evening - it would just be too uncomfortable - before sitting down on the bed and leaning against the pillows. Watched him as he stuffed the towel into his pocket and adjusted his glasses again before sitting down next to her on the bed.

His hand went to hers and she suddenly felt his lips on the back of her hand. ,,Oh my heart, my darling, my one and only," he praised her and began to kiss his way up her arm as he had done before, praising her more and more with every kiss. She felt more than just flattered as she lightly stroked his head, ,,My husband, my loving slave," she joked and felt his grin as he reached her neck.

Pulling back slowly, however, she appreciated that as much as he was giving her space she had to allow him to throw himself at her. ,,Such a good man," she murmured under her breath before she drank some of the alcohol, gave him the other cup and started the movie.

The two of them leaned back against the cushions and she kissed him lightly while his hand ran over her body every now and then. She knew he was trying to pull himself together for her and enjoy the movie.

Forgetting the others, the stupid rich people and the drugs that would kill them one day. But he had something so much better. Her. His darling. She knew that he loved her dearly and that he was grateful to her for hanging out with him at all. As much as he protected himself in his shell as the nerd, he had felt so betrayed when Oliver betrayed him.

The movie went ahead Wednesday came to summer camp and had her own personal cave. Morticia and Gomez, on the other hand, just seemed to have more time to themselves and she couldn't help but smile as Michael tried to mimic Gomez's voice as he moved closer to her.

His fingers ran over the black fabric of her dress and he kept hinting that he would go underneath. ,,My heart my lady...Ma'm let me make you happy on this dark night, shall I?" he asked in a murmur as he began to kiss the back of her hand again, concentrating on her more and more, never quite believing that he had such a beautiful friend.

That his fantasies came true one day when she moved her legs slightly apart and her hand gently guided him towards her. ,,You want to be good? Oh my darling, do what you can't help but do," she whispered and ran her hand over his cheek once more before he moved down to place himself between her legs.

The movie was still playing and as Michael began to push up her dress and kiss her ankles, his Morticia made herself even more comfortable in his kisses. Enjoying the alcohol, the sweet snacks and the movie that made her smile every now and then. His kisses, which were intimate despite his slight nervousness and excitement, brought him to the top again and again.

She knew that he liked to kiss the birthmarks, marks and scars, everything that could have made her insecure he loved. He loved her, her body, her whole being. He let her know it again and again between kisses, the poetic words coming from his lips as she stroked his head every now and then.

She knew he liked it, it calmed him down when she pulled his strands from time to time, she heard his grin, he liked that they both loved each other like their costume models. ,,Do you trust me?" she asked him and saw how his glasses slipped when he was already between her thighs, his gaze questioning and yet his cheeks pink with lust and shame.

But the little grin on his lips really made him look like Gomez. ,,Yes-Yes but of course my heart...show me what happens on halloween to love" he said and she heard how excited he was about this little other side of him the mix of wanting to be good for her and his pleasure in having her. ,,Hold still or I'll bite until it's over," she said with a grin and took off his glasses, put them carefully on his nightstand and gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

She saw that there was a bit of lipstick on it and she couldn't stop herself from giggling. ,,It'll be my job to do more than just make you laugh," he boasted and came closer to her before she could continue with her plan, slipping his fingers onto her hip in another intimate kiss and waiting for her to allow him to begin.

They had enough nights where it was the other way around, she knew he needed to show him that he was not weak but strong and that she was in his hands. Until he couldn't take it anymore and wanted hers.

She found it hard to break away from him as he immediately pulled her into another kiss. It was only when she grabbed his hair and pulled him back that she heard him gasp as his eyes closed for a moment and knew that he liked it and would like it even more if she gave him what she had wanted to try for a while.

Holding him away from her as he tried to continue kissing her, the grin on his lips let her know he wanted it. ,,Behave well Michael will you? You know torturing you is my job," she reminded him and took a black blindfold from the bedside cabinet.

She saw that he could see the object clearly despite his slightly poor eyesight. ,,I love you more and more every time," he mumbled, almost choking on his words as she tied the blindfold around his head.

She made sure for a moment that it didn't hurt him before he kissed his way down her side, pushing the fabric further up before he was back between her legs. Picking up where he had left off, he kissed her thighs, his fingers running over the soft skin and pushing her legs apart a little more to create more space.

,,Am I right...black with red roses and lace?" she heard him murmur questioningly and giggled as he ran his fingers over her panty, almost overjoyed. He wasn't just good at math he was also a good little pervert and seemed to know all her underwear.

Much to her distress and amusement. ,,Now my dear husband has ruined my surprise, but yes, as always, my genius," she commented, looking back at the movie as she let out a pleasurable gasp and placed her hands on his head as he began to run his fingers over her fabric-covered center.

Even now, he seemed to want to tease her in his own way until she tugged lightly on his hair strands again in warning. Knowing that despite seeing nothing he had understood the message.

He shouldn't and didn't want to keep his beloved waiting. He continued his movements while his other hand traveled up her body. She felt his grin as he began to massage her breasts as best he could, sensing that she wasn't wearing a bra.

The praise that flowed from her lips spurred him on further and he let out a mix of joyful whimpers as he felt her slowly melt around him. His massage began to work wonders as she felt the tingling go through her body as he lightly tweaked her sensitive nipples.

They knew each other better than was perhaps true if they were honest. She knew he would give anything for her, there was no doubt since they got together she knew he would do anything for her. That he would spoil her as much as he could, that she would take him for what he was.

Michael, on the other hand, loved that he had someone to love, that his girlfriend accepted him for who he was, that she didn't disappear like Oliver and leave him alone.

He loved loving her and even though he admitted to himself that his thoughts were still not sinless, his heart played along with her, they played with each other with these thoughts and boundaries and there was nothing better. She let a stifled moan escape her lips as he pulled off her panties and slid his tongue over her center. ,,So hasty, my dear," she commented and let him have his fun.

It was only the beginning though, she knew too well that they had been in this scenario many times before, then without the blindfold but now. With the blindfold on his other side and right at her center between her thighs, he seemed to have almost reached new heights.

He devoured her like a starving man when he found his optimal rhythm after a few moments, the best position to taste the sweetness on his tongue. But even though her fingers kept stroking his head in praise, she kept pulling on it when that sweet wave of arousal came over her.

He began to suck on that sensitive little nerve spot, his fingers holding her open for him and the mix of his speed, whether he had the reins or not, and her praising or punishing him made them both have the perfect evening, his hand resting on her breasts began to wander over her body, reaching for every piece of warm soft skin he could find.

Beneath the fabric his cold fingers slid, giving her goosebumps, her hips trying to match his rhythm again and again to get more of him, his arousal, using him as a toy for her at night while she heard his own moans every time she lifted her leg.

Allowing him to rub his aroused center against it, he had earned it, ,,Such a-ah fuck...good husband" she moaned and could almost see the smirk on his lips which was interrupted by a heartfelt moan as she closed her legs slightly further around him, keeping him between her and he didn't mind.

On the contrary, with a force she wouldn't have believed him capable of, his hand suddenly placed itself on her hip, pulling her even closer to him in a jerk and she felt how the bridge of his nose stroked the bundle of nerves with every movement on her body and his. It was just fucking perfect. She knew that not only she but also he wanted to put an end to all this.

He was losing himself more and more, he just wanted to have her around him even more, to taste her completely. She had known for a long time that he no longer obeyed her "orders", that he only pursued his lust, which would end in her climax.

The room was filled with obscene noises and the movie was already playing, but neither of them minded. It was just the two of them and with each time she held on to him, her praise drowned out by the excited noises, she could feel him getting more and more excited himself. His arousal must be painful by now, but she would reward him for every time he gave.

She felt the tingling in her abdomen increase, the twitching of her legs and the quivering of her upper body for a moment as she realized what she was experiencing before she came through him. Her hands clutched at him, almost suffocating him between her thighs before she released him, breathing heavily and coming from her high.

She opened her eyes again after a few moments and saw his bright eyes, bringing a new wave of arousal over her. ,,F-fuck you've never looked prettier," she murmured to him and stroked his cheek in praise as she took in his appearance. His hair, which was always tidy, was now completely disheveled and no longer neat.

The bright blue eyes in which the dark pupil widened had a hungry, eager look in them. The slight shine on his lips from her arousal didn't seem to bother him and he had already picked all the sweetness from his lips and hands, the cheeks pink and brought a little sweetness to the whole picture.

In short to him Gomez, her sweet Michael had never looked hotter on Halloween. ,,You taste incredible my heart...like a personal drug a formula created by you," he whispered and drew her closer again into another deep kiss, tasting the slight saltiness in the mix of his aforementioned sweetness.

She let her hands wander down to his center, stroking his hardness as he moaned into the kiss. Feeling him cling to her, how needy he was, she knew he wanted to feel her around him.

He was going to get his wish. ,,You were so good for me, now it's my turn, come here," she whispered to him, grabbing the black fabric of her dress and pulling it over her body, sitting naked on the bed in front of him while he began to undress as well, more like in a lustful trance.

She touched her skin and as soon as she was naked she knew that he would have his way with her and she simply pulled him close and let him do it.

His grateful words reached her again and again as she watched the full moon shine through the window. For Morticia and Gomez, there seemed to be no more romantically pleasurable night than this long, dark night illuminated by the full moon. In which they found each other again.

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Miss Ortega|  j.o

jenna ortega x lector

Before entering the new school year, I never thought that changing my calculus teacher would change my life completely. Specifically, brown eyes and freckles left me with no choice but to surrender to them. Jenna Ortega, the new calculus teacher was going to come into the life of many students, who were only going to see her as one more teacher among many in the school. But unlike them, Professor Ortega was not only going to advise me for an academic contest, but also, to divert me from the path to what had once been my comfort zone.

“Did you hear that there will be a new Calculus teacher?" Enid said with a hint of happiness. A new school year began at Nevermore Academy, and all the students were excited about the news. Mr. Brown was an old grump who spent half of his time belittling boys and girls because they didn't understand his classes. Countless times I had argued with that idiot, suppressing the urge to gouge his eyes out every time he made Enid cry, calling her things like "stupid" and "I should have failed you." Despite that, he had never said anything offensive to me, perhaps because I was his only student who excelled in his class. Maybe it was that motivation that gave me the courage to confront him and defend my best friend. Half the time, I couldn't bear to argue with this old man, and as a result, I visited the principal's office quite often. I knew his office by heart. I closed my locker with a dull thud and smiled at Enid while holding my books. Ironically, we were going to have Calculus as our first class, and to make it even more dreadful, it was going to be two hours long. 

Two endless hours.

 I hope this new teacher is pleasant.

"Actually, yes, I'm glad that old grump is gone. I couldn't stand him anymore," I rolled my eyes with annoyance, starting to walk towards our destination. Enid walked faster, catching up to me, trying to catch her breath. "But you were his favorite!" Enid interlocked our arms, walking slower in the hallway. "Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that he has been unbearable," I tilted my head, feeling somewhat uncertain about my words. Enid furrowed her brow, and her grip on my arm loosened as we entered our classroom. We took the last seats. "Hey T/N, have you seen Spencer? She's not responding to my messages," the blonde looked at her phone with a pout, typing something I couldn't identify. I shook my head slowly, turning on my phone. A notification made me smile at the coincidence. It was from Spencer.

S: Hey T/N, I'm staying home today. I'm feeling sick.

                                                             Me: Don't worry, see you later.

"Spencer isn't coming, she's sick," I turned off my phone, putting it in a corner of my desk. The blonde looked somewhat annoyed at me. "Well, she's MY friend, and she doesn't even take the time to let me know, but she does with you," she took out her pencil case and books, muttering words I couldn't catch. "What can I say? I'm amazing," I smiled at her, and she rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance. The bell rang, signaling the start of the school year, and all the students entered their respective classrooms. The murmurs and curiosity were palpable in this school; everyone wanted to find out who the new teacher was. I rested my head on my desk, scanning the hallway outside the window. The sound of heels approaching made me shiver, and unconsciously, I looked towards the classroom door. As the sound of heels drew nearer, my heart pounded rapidly against my ribcage from nervousness. "It seems like it's a female teacher," Enid whispered beside me, nervous and excited about the news. I looked at Enid with a trembling smile. The murmurs grew louder until they ceased completely. Confused, I looked towards the door, and my breath got stuck in my throat when I saw who was standing there. A woman, too young I must admit, looked curiously at her new class. She was wearing jeans, a simple white tank top, and black heels. Her right hand held a small backpack. A ghost of a smile played on her face as she amusedly observed the students' reactions.

She... she can't be a teacher...

She entered the classroom, walking slowly towards her desk. She sat on it, swinging her legs. She smiled as she looked at us, trying to be friendly. "Hello, everyone. I'm Jenna Ortega, your new Calculus teacher," she smiled at us with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

This has to be a joke.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #professor #jenna ortega x you #wednesday addams x you #jenna ortega #enid sinclair #nevermore

[algea]

soooo…

Lars Pinfield.

yeah he can be a massive prick and has said a few mean things to you in the past, but since you've been gone Lars has seemed to lighten up. That was, until you came back.

you always thought Lars was attractive, but you never truly were attractive until you came back after you graduated college. Winston let you hang around the lab to assist your dad in work, so you saw Lars almost everyday. That was, until you went off to college and got an internship with a company that worked with unusual deaths and phenomenons. That sent you away for about 6 years, but you always kept in touch with your father, Ray, Winston, and Phoebe. After 6 years, someone can really change. And that’s what you did. You matured and grew, creating a strong, independent individual. You halfway hoped didn’t expect that Lars was going to be there. You walked through the old aquarium’s hall, silently freaking out. You stood at the door, questioning whether you should actually enter the room.

“you going in or just gonna stand there like a statue?” You heard a girls voice ask. You turn to see a girl with white dreads standing behind you. “I’m just uh…I’m just indecisive.” You reply, giving a half smile.

“about what?” She asks.

“well, I haven’t been back in 6 years, so it’ll be weird for everyone.” You mutter, fidgeting nervously.

“I’ll walk in with you so it makes less of a scene, is that ok? I’m Lucky, by the way.” Lucky smiled.

“Y/N.” You replied back, shaking her hand. She swiped her keycard and the doors opened. Through the slight mist the doors emitted, you could make out the vastly changed lab. Lucky patted your shoulder and led the way. You first searched for your dad, whom you spotted in his office. You walked up to the window and looked through at him, waiting a few seconds before he recognized who you were. Peter rushed to the door and flung it opened, attacking you with a big bear hug. You laughed and hugged him back, a few tears slipping through your eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much dad. I wish I could’ve talked to you every single day.” You cried.

“I know. I mean who wouldn’t want to talk to me everyday, I'm just SO awesome." Peter replied. You scoffed and grinned. You pulled away from your dad and glanced around the room. After briefly scanning, your eyes settled on a man with blond hair, looking intently at a computer.

"Is that...?" You whisper to your dad, quietly motioning towards the man.

"Who? That nerd? Yeah, that's him." Peter confirmed, rolling his eyes slightly. You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment and a bashful smile ghosted your lips.

"Go talk to him." Peter said, giving you a wink and walking back into his office. You turned and combed your fingers through your hair, making sure it looked ok before you talked to him. You were nervous. So so nervous. You combed your hands through your hair a few times, making sure you looked fine. Finally, you started slowly walking towards him.

He was so engulfed in whatever he was doing, it was almost cute when he muttered to himself whatever he was calculating. You really didn't want to disturb him. You really just wanted to turn around and walk right out because you were so nervous as to how he would react.

"Oh, who are you? Why are you in here?" You heard him call. You frozen in place, heartbeat racing. You turned to him and said,

"Hey Lars.."

Lars' eyebrows knit together, lips parting in confusion.

"You really don't remember me? It's only been 6 years." You mutter, fidgeting with a button on your sleeve while looking down at the ground.

"Oh, my God. Is that you, Y/N?" Lars whispers. His blue eyes search your face, finding familiarities that he once saw before. He slowly stood, setting down the goggles he had in his hand. He made his way to stand in front of you, his frame towering down over you. He hesitantly reached up, the tips of his fingers brushing under your jaw.

"You got a lot less ugly." He stated. You sighed, dropping your head slightly.

"I don't mean that in a bad way at all." Lars quickly explained, tipping your head to look back up at him. This moment of softness was immediately replaced with insults as he slipped his hand to your neck and kissed you. You felt insulted because he didn't do that until now. Why, why didn't he do it until now? It was unfair how he had the ability to do it, but you felt stupid and weak because you couldn't ever tell him how you felt. But at that moment, you felt so insulted that you enjoyed it. It was perfect, even though you were probably being watched by the rest of the entire staff there, it was perfect.

"Yeah, well the universe doesn't revolve around you." You mutter, wrapping your hand softly around his wrist.

"I'd rather it not because then I'd have to deal with you all the time." Lars smiled, brushing his lips against yours softly one more time.

"Whatever, but you still owe me an apology for being so mean to me before." You snickered.

"Sorry, I don't hand out free apologies like that." He scoffed, sitting back down. You were ok with that because you had secretly forgiven him. In the background, Ray was sighing and handing Peter a $20. What could've been better? Busting ghosts by yourself, or busting ghosts with a hot nerd (I'd choose the latter)?

#lars pinfield #lars pinfield x reader #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters x reader

[jinlias]

a/n: fwb slash enemies to lovers yeji ;)

“oh my god, y/n, hi!” chaeryeong’s peppy voice makes you look over, spotting her and yeji making their way to you. your friend greets you with open arms while she just stands there, shamelessly checking you out.

she’s extremely obvious too, letting her eyes roam your figure as her tongue swirls around an ice cube, a glass of the neatest strawberry flavored whiskey in her right hand.

you clear your throat before turning to look at your friend. “congrats chaer, amazing as always” for chaeryeong to celebrate her recent engagement, she specifically requested you and yeji out of the bunch to behave on the special night.

“thank you! thank you for coming, can i get you a drink?” she throws her arm over your shoulder and you’re about to reply when you see she spots some friend from college, you can’t help but nod and whisper a ‘go ahead’ to which she thanks you with the most sincere eyes and runs off to attend the guest.

“no faux date to scare me off?” you smirk at yeji, taking her glass to sip at her drink.

when you place it back in her hand, she finally speaks “you haven’t been responding my calls” her eyes study you, trying to figure out what changed to make you ghost her.

“i’m here now” it’s silent for a couple of minutes where your eyes speak for themselves. somehow, she’s agreed to wait five minutes to follow you, and you have proposed meeting her in the nearest bathroom. good thing chaeryeong’s new house was actually the size of your entire neighborhood.

adrenaline courses through you when she appears behind you, leaning against the door as she locks it. she’s been thinking about ripping the clothes off you since she saw you walk in, but now that she has you here, such easy access, she wants to take her time savoring you, drink you in. she wants a show, you can tell by the way her eyes slowly travel down your silhouette, only to met your eyes when she reaches your face.

you would’ve loved to hear her say it, but if you wait one more second the heat is going to consume you. your fingers expertly undo the zipper of your dress, like you’ve done this many times before, all while looking at her. you wanted to see her reaction. but her feline eyes were too focused on your skin. the fabric covering your chest falls and pools at your hips, she knows all she had to do was pull your underwear to the side, but seeing as it finally falls to the floor gives her some sort of pride and satisfaction she will never be able to explain. she hates you, despises you even, but there is no one she wants more.

when you turn and she gets a better view, she closes her eyes, but even then you can see her orbs rolling, and huffs a breath of annoyance, as if it was annoying how much she wanted you, and how weak you made her. yeji tugs you closer by the elastic of your underwear, and when she has you more than close, brings you into a kiss, her hand holding you in place at the back of your head.

she doesn’t hesitate a second to yank the hair tie holding your hair together, not bothering to apologize for your appearance as she devoured your lips. she uses her tongue a lot, she already knows what you like, but truthfully tonight is about her. the oldest has been searching for you non stop, you owe her one.

now, if she were to ask you, you’d say you got a teeny bit scared about where your acquaintance was going. it was starting to be less of a stress reliever and more of the cause of said stress.

but, that’s the last thing either of you think of when she helps you up to the sink, your own hands desperately grasping for the end of her dress while all that echoes are the sounds of you swollen lips crashing against the other.

your nails drag up her thighs with the dress, and you’re not as delicate with her underwear as you were with your dress

“take them off or i will” you’re tugging on them so desperately, yeji glares as she drags them down her legs, and she was going to place them somewhere else, but you had other plans, snatching it from her hand “i’ll take that, thank you.”

god, yeji is still so pissed, she’s letting you boss her around because she knows as soon as you both leave this bathroom it’s to one place only and that’s yours, it will never end here, so she let’s you take it in for now, drag her around as you try to find a happy spot for the two of you, with your legs tangled and your juices merging just as much as you.

you never wanted to have the conversation, because truly avoiding her had been doing you more bad than good, you’ve craved her in ways you’ll never be able to explain, just express with the way your hands tug her closer even though any closer and she’ll be on top of you and this cramped, surely overpriced sink.

the only times your lips detach is for either of you to moan or press kisses elsewhere, but the kisses aren’t many as somehow you always come back to her lips. “look at me” one hand is controlling your hip, the other right at the back of your head, her rings tangled in your hair as your own hands either hold on to her or hold you a couple of inches above the ceramic.

you’re too focused on where you meet, until she stops your hips altogether and repeats it “look at me”

when you finally look up you notice how her lipstick is smeared all around her lips, her eyes look heavier than ever and you can just tell she can’t wait to come, and neither can you, but for some reason, disciplining you is more important. “what?” it’s in the brattiest voice ever, because what on earth could you care about right now except the beating of your heart much lower than where it belongs.

she allows your cunt to meet her in rough thrusts for every word. “don’t fucking do that again” especially not that, this conversation was the sole purpose of avoiding her. “understood?”

“crystal clear” you press your lips into a thin, fake smile and attempt to reach for her again.

thankfully, she tables the conversation, but you know you don’t have much time until she brings it up again. you just had to remember the only reason you kept her around after all was for a good fuck,

right?

#itzy imagine #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #itzy x you #yeji x reader #yeji imagines #yeji x you #yeji smut #etl!yeji #fwb au

[altheasmeadow]

Ghosted

WC: 1.8K

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Warnings: Talks of anxiety attacks, ghosting, arguing.

“You need to get back into the dating world, you can’t just be the third wheel with Hyunjin and I all of the time.” Felix tries to justify his actions.

“Wow just say you don’t wanna be friends then Felix.” She smirked as she wiped down her counters. Her traitorous bestfriend was trying to talk her into getting an online dating profile so she can finally stop overworking herself, not that she saw it that way.

“You know that’s not what I mean, but come on you never go on dates and you could meet the one! Just give it a chance.”

“No Felix.” She said sternly moving further into her kitchen, Felix following like a lost puppy still trying to plead his case.

“I already made the account.”

“Why on Earth would you do that?” She asked, spinning to pin him with a glare, feeling very frustrated with the man right at this moment.

“Oh come on! I know tons of people on the app, Hyunjin and I even met on it so you should give it a try.”

“If you want me to stop hanging around you and Hyunjin you can go ahead and tell me, don’t try to force a relationship on me.” She said angrily, causing the blonde to shrink back slightly as he took in the implications of his approach. While she had taken the third wheel thing as a joke at first she was seemingly offended now.

“That’s not what I mean!” 

“Sure seems like it.” She mumbled, snatching her phone from Felix, only now noticing he had it this whole time, the app already open. “Go home.”

“Oh come on, I’ll stop pushing but this is our day. Don’t break the routine.”

“No Felix, go have a date with Hyunjin or something, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“I get I upset you but can’t we just move on?”

“No Felix please leave.” She said not even looking at him as she moved across the room to open the front door to show shhe is being serious about his departure.

“Just think about it.” He whispered sadly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before leaving. 

–

Talking to Hyunjin wasn’t the same as talking to Felix, having known the younger for much longer she was much more comfortable, and Hyunjin rarely hung out with her without Felix, but the second Felix came home in tears about how the situation went down, Hyunjin understood that this wasn’t gonna be something easy to get over, so he divided his time so he could care for both parties, ignoring the woman’s protests about how he should be with his boyfriend.

“What about him?” Hyunjin wondered, swiping through the app, having convinced her to just swipe through to see who all was around.

“Too manly.” She said barely sparing a glance.

“Well he is a man, so.”

“Not what I mean.”

“I know, but if I’m sassy enough you might actually pay attention to what I’m showing you.”

“I don’t care about stupid dating. Especially if you guys are just trying to get me away from you guys, I’ll just stop crashing your dates. It’s fine I don’t need a stupid date to occupy myself.” She sighed, jotting down more notes for her work.

“That’s not our intention, we genuinely just want you to be happy.” Hyunjin tried to express only to frown when she showed no sign of acknowledging his words, he looked back down at the phone only to gasp loudly.

“Oh My God! Look!” Hyunjin screeched, shoving the device into her face excitedly, it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the light, which felt like forever for the dramatic man. “Look! Look!”

“I would be able to if it wasn’t basically on my eye.” She snarked, snatching the phone, only to see the most gorgeous smile she’s ever seen filling up her screen. 

She audibly gasped, unconsciously moving her thumb to see more, each picture grabbing her attention more and more. Hyunjin watched with an excited grin as she took in the man with awe written on her features. She swiped down to view the bio and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets. He was seemingly perfect.

She sighed internally knowing it was a long shot, swiping right before throwing the phone back to Hyunjin so she didn’t have to see if there was a match or not. “Holy Shit!” The exclaimation caused her to jolt in her seat, scared by the abrupt noise. “You matched!” He screeched, shoving the phone in her face yet again, the light causing a headache to begin to form. 

And that is how she got into a routine, everyday her and Song Mingi, her match,  would messge beginning with cordial quick chats following into much deeper conversations, sometimes leading into nightly phone calls. It was adorable, especially to Hyunjin who was gossiping to Felix every chance he got about how their friend Mingi matched with their bestfriend all thanks to him. 

And everything seemed to be going well, until the day of the date came. After prettying herself up and mentally preparing herself to meet possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, she was thoroughly disappointed when he didn’t show. With no other choice the woman trunged back to her apartment feeling defeated, missing a frantic man rushing into the restaurant looking panicked, he really shouldn’t have expected her to still be there but his panic attack took way longer than usual to calm down and he then needed to look semi composed, by time he got there he was two hours late. Embarrassed he went home to try and figure out how to fix the issue, maybe he can ask a friend for help.

And so he did, the next day he met with Felix at his boyfriend’s cafe to discuss his mistake, unknowingly Felix already heard of what happened last night when his bestfriend had called him in tears, cursing him for getting her onto the dating app. She genuinely felt a strong connection to the intellectual tall boy, only to be dumped like that.

“Okay operation cupid is a go. You know the plan?” Hyunjin asked his boyfriend before Mingi showed up, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

“Of course I know the plan, I’m the one that came up with it.” 

“That's right…Okay he’s here go!” Hyunjin rushed out moving to look busy even though it was quite obvious his nosey self was listening.

Step 1: Get Mingi’s side of the story.

“I’m so sorry to call and dump all of this on you, you’re just the only one I know with good relationship experience.” Mingi explained looking pathetic if Felix was being honest. He almost resembled a kicked puppy.

“It’s all good, what’s going on?” Felix prompted allowing Mingi to go into his story about how he got panicked about the date and accidentally psyched himself right into a panic attack, but nobody was there to calm him down so it took longer than usual to even be able to comprehend anything, and by time he could it was too late, and he was too embarrassed to reach out, what if she was mad at him.

“I’m sure if you explain it’ll all be fine.” Felix reassured,  but Mingi looked panicked at the thought of telling a new person in his life about his disorder, it was personal. 

Step 2: Get her there.

That part was a little more difficult for Hyunjin. It took a lot of coaxing to get her out of her house where she was trying to drown herself in work to not feel embarrassed. But thankfully after explaining Felix was busy and couldn’t bring him lunch she was on her way with some food. Tentatively walking in with her hood pulled over her head and sunglasses over her eyes to help with her pounding headache.

“Oh look at you being the bestfriend possible!” Hyunjin cheered rushing over to embrace the tired woman, the ruckus gaining some attention but it didnt last long, nobody sparing more than a glance except Felix.

“Hyunjin.” She said monotonously, causing the tall man to gulp.

“Yes beautiful?” He covered with a sweet grin.

“Tell me why I can see Felix in my line of sight when you told me he was busy.”

“He is! He’s talking to an old friend.” 

“Mhmm, well I’m leaving now.”

Step 3: get them to meet

“Wait! Felix wanted to talk to you about something.” Hyunjin panicked trying to usher her into his boyfriend’s direction.

“He’s talking to someone right now, he can just tell me later.” She rolled her eyes trying to leave again, but Hyunjin all but threw her over his shoulder and carried her over to the table, settling her next to Mingi before sliding in next to Felix.

“What the hell man!” She grunted holding her stomach where his boney shoulder dug into, only earning an unapologetic shrug from the dramatic man.

“Oh my god!” She heard a deep voice gasp out next to her causing her eyes to widen and her head to spin.

“Mingi?” She grasped out before throwing herself out of the seat and rushing to leave the cafe very much annoyed at the set up.

“Wait wait wait just hear me out!” Mingi panted, catching up with her with a quick sprint. 

“Hear what out? You stood me up and now you’re talking to my friends?” 

“Well that’s not exactly what happened, I didn’t know they were your friends. Felix is my friend from dance, I called him because I messed up last night.” He rushed to explain, reaching to gently grasp her wrist. “I got too in my head and had a full blown panic attack, I blacked out for a bit after and by time I came to and washed back up I was already an hour and a half late, I showed up anyways hoping for some reason maybe I could still fix my mistake. But you weren’t there. So I called Felix for advice. I was too embarrassed to reach out until I knew for sure how to fix it the right way.” His eyes were watery and filled with guilt as he looked at her pleadingly.

“So you didn’t purposefully stand me up?” She asked with a slight tilt of the head.

“God no! Never! You’re the first person I’ve felt such a genuine connection to in a long time, please give me a chance to fix this.” He pleaded, moving to sit on his knees before her as if he was begging, making her giggle a bit at his determination.

“Do you like Ice Cream?” She wondered, making him look at her incredulously, “I know a really cute ice cream place, we can go now if you’re up for it.” She offered, causing him to spring to his feet, grabbing her hand and pulling her to his car, opening the door for her before hopping in just as quick, the eagerness in his movements causing her to stifle her laugh. And then they were off.

#ateez imagines #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez mingi #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfiction #atz x reader #atz fluff #ateez angst #mingi scenarios #mingi x reader #song mingi #mingi #mingi fluff #mingi angst #mingi imagines #idol imagines #idol x reader #kpop scenarioes #kpop fanfic

[daisies-daydreams]

HELLO HONEY !!

i’d like to request a ghost x reader fic where he’s a college athlete and the reader is the coach’s daughter. he attracts a lot of attention (i wonder why) and is used to getting who he wants and is pleasantly surprised when the readers uninterested at first :)

Try (CollegeAU!Simon Riley x F!Reader)

Pairing: Simon Riley x F!Reader Category: Fluff & Angst Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Themes, Drinking, Smoking, Attempted Drugging, Referenced Assault, Violence Word Count: 4.9k+

A/N: Hello! Thank you for your request! I apologize: I tried my best to understand rugby, but it's not really popular where I'm from. It's just a sport that I thought would fit Simon the best. I hope you enjoy!

(Minor spoiler: Simon is not the one who drugs your drink).

Image Source: Pexels

-> Ch. 2

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Simon rubbed the red mark on his cheek, his eyes lingering on the woman who was pulling her clothes back over her bare body.

“I just can't believe you, Simon,” she spat. Simon remained silent as he watched her grab her purse and stomp out of his dorm without another word. The door slammed with a loud thud as he remained clutching the blanket with one hand and cradling his cheek with the other. The welt stung, sending small ripples of pain through his face.

Simon grumbled as he rubbed the sore spot a few more times before planting his feet on the floor. He pulled out his phone and earbuds. Rugby practice was starting soon, and he couldn’t waste his time ruminating about a short fling.

Music blasted through his ears as he grabbed his duffel bag and walked towards the field. It was a blazing summer day, the sun beating down against his rugged body. He passed by a group of female students. They giggled and whispered as he nodded and waved towards them.

Getting a woman wasn't easy for Simon. Actually keeping them was the difficult part. All of the players eyed Simon as he walked into the locker rooms.

“What happened to you?” a foreign exchange student, nicknamed "König", gawked as Simon strode up to his locker. Simon patted his cheek, the welt still slightly swollen.

“Just a mishap,” he replied in a flat tone as he changed into his Jersey and shorts. Johnny, his roommate and teammate, peeked from beside the lockers.

“You sure it wasn’t a parting gift from that hen you’ve been seein?” he asked with a raised brow. Simon tensed at his words and harshly pulled out his boots. König and Johnny exchanged a knowing glance.

Simon sighed as he slipped his large footwear on. He tied his boots just as he heard the faint sound of a whistle blowing.

“C’mon. Practice is starting soon,” König said. Johnny followed after him, then Simon.

Despite him having incredible sex just before he came to practice, there was a tiny seed growing in his chest. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it felt cold and made his heart feel like it was filling with lead. Simon tilted his head side to side as if shaking his own thoughts out. He scanned the field and the sharp sting in his chest quickly faded when he saw a young woman sitting in the stands.

Your hair was pulled up in a messy bun, your clothes not too revealing but not too modest. You nibbled on the end of your pen as you stared down at your notebook, a textbook resting on your lap. You glanced up and locked eyes with him. Simon’s chest exploded with warmth, his pupils dilatating ever so slightly. He couldn’t help but swallow when he saw your lips part slightly.

The sound of a whistle screeched and broke his attention.

“Riley! Let’s focus!” Coach Price’s voice boomed. Simon huffed as he ripped his gaze from you and jogged towards the players doing warm ups. Everyone agreed that the new coach was something of a hard ass. Rumors have spread that he used to be a black op in the SAS. Simon wasn’t really one for gossip, so he shrugged it off.

Simon would peek over at you every so often, your beauty only making him sink further into desire. Johnny noticed this fairly quickly. He nudged Simon’s shoulder as they were doing a few warm-ups.

“I wouldn’t go after her if I were you,” Johnny said, his eyes full of worry. Simon laughed.

“What? She your bird or somethin'?” he asked. Before Johnny could reply, Coach Price blew the whistle again.

“Everybody line up in formation!” he bellowed. Simon bit the inside of his cheek as he stole another glance at you. You were still nose-deep in your homework. You yawned and stretched your arms above your head.

Another whistle blow.

“Riley!” Price barked. You looked up again, this time your lips forming into a small smile as he met your gaze. Simon felt even more determined when he played now, checking over his shoulder every now and then. Of course, this came with consequences, including several remarks from Price.

"In case you forgot your position: you're the fullback, Riley! Watch for your team!" the coach yelled at the top of his lungs. Simon saw you giggling before turning back to your book.

By the end of the training, he was worn out and covered in sweat, his tattooed arms flexing as he stretched himself on the bench.

“Hit your head too many times?” Johnny teased. Simon huffed as his eyes wandered back up to the stands where you still remained. Your hair was slightly frizzy from the late summer heat. You tucked a strand behind your ear before taking a drink of water. Judging from the expression you made, it was empty. You rose from your seat and started walking to the nearest water fountain. Simon took a huge swig of water before wiping his mouth.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. Johnny’s mouth opened to call for him but he was already making his way up the metal steps. Simon actually felt his heart race as he approached you. You were filling up your water bottle as he pressed his hand against the wall.

“Scuse me,” he said. You turned around and blinked. A forced smile stretched across your face as he strolled up to you, his jersey clinging to his rugged, sweaty skin. Your beauty almost made him forget just why he came up there.

“Just wanted to introduce myself. The name’s Simon,” he said as he held his hand out. Your smile fell as you shook it, your palms soft compared to his.

“I thought it was Riley,” you quipped. He laughed.

"That's my last name. Just call me Simon," he grinned. You gave him a short nod before making your way back to the stands. Simon scrambled towards you.

“I haven’t seen you around practice before,” he commented as you two walked. You nodded, your face tight.

“I’ll probably just be around for this week,” you said with a slight edge to your voice. Simon tilted his head. There seemed to be something familiar about you. Maybe you were one of his classmates?

“Yeah? Why’s that?” he asked. Your lips pursed as you squeezed your bottle.

“My car’s the shop,” you explained, your nostrils flaring. Simon grunted, his eyes looking you up and down as both of you turned the corner.

“Sorry if this is sudden, but has anyone ever told you how gorgeous your smile is?” he drawled, his voice dropping a few octaves. You blinked and sighed.

“Listen, you seem like a somewhat decent guy, but I need to get back to my homework,” you stated matter-of-factly. Simon nearly choked on his spit. This is the first time in what felt like an eternity that a girl’s turned him down. His heart began to race as he watched you slip away.

“Bye,” you quickly said with a wave as you returned to your seat. Simon’s jaw clicked as he felt a bitter taste envelope his tongue. Eventually, he stopped staring at you and made his way back down to the field. Johnny’s face looked somewhat pale as he strode up towards him.

“What?” Simon snapped. Johnny pointed towards the stands. Simon’s eyes followed him. His throat grew tight as he saw you talking to Coach Price. The man’s arms were crossed as he nodded along to your words. It felt like lightning struck through him when Price’s head snapped towards him, his eyes narrowing and face turning bright red.

“Good luck, mate,” Johnny said as he roughly patted his shoulder. Simon scoffed as his roommate stepped back while Price approached them. Everyone watched, the entire field seeming to freeze. The coach came uncomfortably close to Simon as he snarled in a strained voice:

“My office. Now”.

+++

The next several minutes were filled with Price casting death glares at Simon as he ranted at him.

“Listen here, boy. I may be new, but I already know of your reputation here on campus," he began. Simon's face remained as neutral as possible as spit flew out of the man's mouth. "I’m not about to let my daughter become another one of your brazen hussies,” he growled as he shook his index finger at him. Simon felt his chest turn to stone as he watched the coach scowl.

“You are not to touch, speak, or even look at (Y/N),” Price ordered. Simon nodded quickly, his chest tightening as the man stared him down. The coach leaned forward, his palms pressed to the cold wood of the desk as he scowled.

“Mark my words, Riley. If I find out you’ve stuck your knob inside my daughter, I’ll cut it off and feed it to my fucking dogs,” he roared. Simon swallowed a lump in his throat as he nodded.

“Same goes for the rest of you!” Price shouted as his head snapped towards his door. Whispers followed by several shuffling feet were heard outside the door. Simon’s blood ran cold as his shoulders tightened.

“Yes, sir. I understand,” he muttered. Price’s nostrils flared as he pointed out of his office.

“Good. Now, get out of my sight. And don't get distracted next time...or else,” he spat. Simon nodded before turning on his heel, quickly making his way down the hall. The locker room was silent when he stepped inside. Several eyes were locked on him as he walked towards the showers. Simon closed his eyes and sighed as the cold water rushed down his sweaty, rippling back. Thankfully, the locker room was nearly empty by the time he stepped out.

Johnny stood scrolling through his phone before looking up. He offered Simon a careful smile as they walked out of the building.

“Want to get some takeaway?” he asked. Simon remained silent, simply looking forwards as the world blurred around him.

Not only did you reject him, but the man who was your father happened to be one of the most terrifying people he’d ever met. A lump formed in his throat as he glanced down at his crotch, then back up at the sidewalk.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was the coach’s daughter?” Simon grumbled. Johnny shrugged.

“I tried to, but we had to start practice,” he explained. Simon ran a hand down his face. Frustration built inside him like boiling lava inside a volcano. He whipped out his phone, texting a girl he met a few weeks ago.

“Which one are you texting this time?” Johnny asked bluntly. Simon ignored him, instead sending her a message about a party this weekend. A friend of theirs, Kyle, was in a fraternity who was notorious for throwing massive raging keggers.

“Surprised you actually texted a girl back this time, Ghost,” Johnny quipped as he nudged his shoulder. Simon rolled his eyes.

“When the hell are you all goin' to drop that annoyin' nickname?” he grumbled. Johnny chuckled as they stepped through the doors to their dorm building. Simon happened to glance over to see you passing by in a black truck. Your eyes locked again briefly before you looked away. Price was in the driver’s seat, his eyes set on the road as he pulled away.

“Come on. I think a couple of pints is in order for the both of us,” Johnny said. Simon raised a brow.

“You no longer with Gabby?” he asked. Johnny’s bright smile seemed to falter.

“I dinnae ken. She said she ‘needs a break’,” the Scotsman said as he flexed his fingers with air quotes. Simon grunted.

“Alright-but you’re buyin’,” he stated. He didn't even try to hide his wry grin as Johnny scoffed and rambled at him.

+++

The next few practice's were brutal, to say the least. Every time he looked at you, Price demanded everyone to do one-hundred push ups. Simon was beginning to believe the rumor's about the coach's past.

“For fuck’s sake, man-just keep your eyes off of her!" one of the players gaped after a tiring practice. Simon ignored him as he changed into a fresh pair of clothes. His shorts hugged his muscular thighs nicely while his tank too stretched over his rugged upper body. Johnny came up beside him.

“You still goin’ to Kyle’s party tonight?” he asked. Simon nodded.

“Yeah, Tracy ditched me at the last second though,” he shrugged. Johnny patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure there’s a lovely lass who’ll gladly get into your pants…that is, if she hasn't already,” Johnny smirked. Simon punched his arm, causing the Scotsman to chuckle.

“What about you, big guy? You wanna come?” he asked as he turned towards König. Simon had absolutely no idea how this guy was human. He had to duck every time he walked through the door for crying out loud. König sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Nein, it’s not really my scene,” he shrugged.

“Fair enough-just know the invitation is always open,” Johnny grinned. König nodded before slipping towards the showers. A 'thunk' sound reverberated across the room as König swore in German and rubbed his head.

Simon closed his locker door before padding out of the building. His eyes lit up when he saw you climbing into a black truck. He frowned when Coach Price’s cold, heavy gaze trailed over towards him. He glared at him before climbing into his vehicle and driving away. Simon sighed before making his way back to the dorm.

+++

Loud music thumped against the walls. Smoke hung in the air as several students bumped and grinded against each other. The lighting was dim inside the frat house as chaos erupted at every waking second. Simon sipped at his beer while Kyle rambled on and on about how obnoxious some of the new frat members were.

"And Graves-Christ, don't even get me started. He never stops talking about his precious Porsche back in the States. His old man got it for him as a present for his sixteenth birthday. Can you fuckin" believe that?!" he scoffed as he waved his hands wildly. The song changed during the one-sided conversation and that’s when Simon felt it: the cold, dark pit opening up inside his chest.

The feeling made his beer grow stale, music dull and the air thick and heavy. He brushed past Kyle as he made his way towards the back deck, ignoring his several questions. The people in the room seemed to slow down as he barraged his way through. He barely caught a glimpse of König.

"Bastard actually showed up," Simon thought. A blonde girl was sitting next to the Austrian, batting her lashes as she whispered something into his ear. His cheeks turned a bright red as he pulled his hoodie over his head.

Simon swung the door open and slammed it closed. He took a deep breath of the chilled night air. Crickets chirped as the muffled music inside swelled into a crescendo.

“Needed a break too, huh?” a familiar voice asked. Simon’s eyes flew open and landed on you. You were wearing ripped jeans and a black crop top, your body decorated with minimal amounts of jewelry. Even in the dim lighting, you looked ethereal.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. You turned your body towards him, the light from inside highlighting your features.

“Got any smokes?” you asked. Simon raised a brow and nodded.

“Yeah, but I forgot my lighter,” he said as he rummaged through his pocket. You snatched something from your jeans, pulling out a small, silver box. Simon grinned as he walked over, offering you a cig. You flicked the lighter on before taking it from his fingers. You turned as you sucked in a long drag, puffing out the smoke into the night. Your eyes lingered on his shocked face.

“What? I’m the daughter of a coach, not a pastor,” you retorted before taking another drag. The corners of Simon’s eyes crinkled as he remained near you. He slid his hands together as both of you stood silently, watching the water of the lake catching the light of the full moon.

“I’m sorry if I was being too forward the first time we met,” he sighed. You gave him an unreadable look before exhaling out a long trail of smoke.

“You’re fine,” you said. Simon turned towards you.

“No, really. I should've just-” he said as his eyes wandered around. You nudged his shoulder.

“I said it’s fine, Riley,” you huffed. His lips curled up as you both went back to staring at the lake.

“Did my dad tell you that he’d cut off your dick?” you asked bluntly. Simon nearly choked on his spit. You cocked a brow, already getting your answer just from his pale face. You shook your head and sighed. “Sorry, he can get a little intense,” a small pink blush made its way across your face. Simon nodded.

“A little?” he muttered and rolled his eyes. You snorted, a genuine, small grin etching across your face. You were soon laughing, your bubbly chuckles falling across the landscape and drowning out the music. Simon found himself chuckling along with you, his face hurting from how much he was smiling.

Despite all the women he's been with, this had to be the first where he felt something genuine stir inside his chest. It wasn’t the drunk feelings he got whenever he’d lie in the afterglow-it felt deeper, pouring and coursing through his entire body.

And he realized something as the smoke from your lips wafted towards him: he wanted to feel that genuine warmth every second of his waking life.

You put out the cigarette on the deck before wiping an amused tear from your eye.

“Thanks, Riley. I really needed that,” you smiled. Simon beamed.

“No problem. Just come to me if you need a laugh. I've gotta funny face, anyway,” he commented. You snorted and lightly punched his arm.

"Not that funny looking," you smirked. Simon pretended to be offended before both of you laughed again. His face grew hot as you looked up at him. Your face looked so serene as you parted your lips. Simon tilted his head when the words came out as a garbled mess.

“You feelin’ alright, kid?” he asked with knitted brows. Your eyelids began to droop as you nodded.

“Just…dizzy…” you slurred as you wobbled around. Simon’s eyes widened as your legs suddenly crumpled beneath you. He was quick to snatch you in his burly arms.

"(Y/N)?" he asked. You rolled your head around, your eyes glazed over as you continued to slur. His eyes flicked over to a red solo cup resting on the ledge of the deck. Heat rose inside his chest as he gritted his teeth. He laid your head down on the deck, keeping his hand beneath it.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?” he asked, his heart sinking into his stomach. You gurgled weakly, eyes hazy and unfocused. “Fuck,” he hissed as he frantically looked around. A man seemed to be watching both of you from inside. He quickly ducked behind a group of women. Simon looked back down at you. His thumb stroked a tear that rolled down your cheek.

"Simon...'m scared," you sobbed quietly as your pupils became constricted.

"I know, hun. Just let me-" he remembered König sitting on the couch right next to the door. He looked back down at you.

“I’m going to get help. I’ll be at the door and I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?” he mumbled. You parted your lips, your head lolling to the side. Simon sprinted to his feet and wrenched the door open. König sputtered as Simon grabbed him from his chair, the woman shooting daggers at him. He led the giant man outside. König gasped when he saw your unconscious body.

“What happened?” he asked. Simon gripped his shoulders.

“I think (Y/N)‘s drink has been spiked,” he seethed. König’s face lost its color as you slurred out incoherently. Simon slid his car keys into König’s hand. “I need you to take her to the ER for me,” he said as he gripped his shoulders.

“What are you going to do?” König asked as he began to gently pick you up. Simon tightened his fist as he strode back into the crowd.

“I need to take care of something real quick,” he hissed. His head throbbed as he stomped and shoved his way through several people. Simon narrowed his eyes when he saw the familiar man rushing towards the side door. He gritted his teeth as he ran towards him. The man yelped as Simon landed a punch square across his cheek. Several women gasped and scattered as Simon pulled the man to his feet.

“Tell me what you put in (Y/N)‘s drink,” Simon growled as he shook the man’s collar. The dark-haired man spat in his face, blood and spit spraying across it.

“What drink, you arsehole?” he snarled back, though a small, knowing grin crept across his face.

“If you’re going to fight, then take it outside,” a frat member yelled towards him. Simon curled his fists in the man’s polo shirt.

“Gladly,” he said while tilting his head.

He dragged the man through the side door, punching him again across his other cheek. He watched in satisfaction as he fell to the ground, groaning while he cradled his face in his hands. Simon drove his large fist into the man’s chest, causing him to wheeze. He came down onto one knee, his voice sharp and acidic.

“Tell me what you put in her drink,” he said as he grabbed the man by his shaggy hair. The man winced. Simon gripped at it even harder. "I won't ask again," he warned. The man spat out another string of spit and blood.

"Fentanyl," he muttered. Simon's fists shook as he readied another blow.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Kyle gasped. Simon leaned his head towards him. Kyle stood with his mouth agape. Several people crowded and watched from behind. Simon glanced back down at the man. His face was covered in blood, his cheeks already swelling with bruises. The polo he grabbed him by was similar to the one Kyle wore.

“Ky-you gotta get this twat off of me! He's fuckin' delusional!” the man sputtered. Simon released his grip on the man. He fell back to the ground with a yelp. Kyle ran up to him.

“You alright, VP?” he asked. Simon frowned as he watched the man get picked up.

“I’ll be fine,” he glared at Simon. His eyes trailed down to see a piece of a plastic bag poking out of his back pocket.

“Wait,” Simon called as Kyle was escorting the man back into the house. Kyle scowled at him.

“I’m not waiting for anything, Riley. You nearly beat the shit out of our VP,” he spat. Simon stepped forward, causing the man to flinch.

“Check his back pocket, but don't touch anything if you find it” he ordered. Kyle twisted his lips while the Vice President released a laugh.

“Don't listen to this git, Garrick. He-“ Kyle's nostrils flared as he spun the man around and grabbed at his pocket. His eyes bulged when a bag filled with white, dusty powder slipped out. The Vice President’s face fell.

“That’s-That’s just for...personal use," he explained, his voice weak and shaky. Kyle’s brows furrowed as he threw the Vice President onto the lawn, his beaten and bruised body landing on top of the bag. The man hissed as he rose to his hands and knees.

Simon pulled out his phone and quickly texted König what you had consumed. Just as Simon put away his phone, the VP stood on his feet and swung his fist into his ribs. Simon groaned as he clutched his side, a dull ache reverberating across his skin.

“He’s getting away!” one of the women inside screamed. Simon grabbed his ribs, trying his best to run towards him. The Vice President was surprisingly quick, though. He looked back and smirked at Simon before suddenly running into a rough wall. He huffed as he fell back to the ground. Johnny stood with his hands on his hips, cocking a brow. The Vice President's bottom lips quivered.

"Please, you have to help me! These men are trying to frame me!" he begged as he clawed at Johnny's ankles. Johnny's shoulders bounced as he released a hearty laugh.

"Yeah? Then why are you running away?" he asked. The man's face grew pale as he was surrounded by the two men. Simon cracked his knuckles while Johnny leaned down. "Ever been to a rugby match?" Johnny grinned. The man whimpered.

+++

You blinked slowly, your eyes still somewhat unfocused. Price’s eyes became misty as he rose from his chair.

“Dad?” you asked with a hoarse voice.

“Pumpkin, thank God you’re alright,” the coach choked as he instantly rushed to your side. Your eyes were wide as he hugged you tightly.

“Dad, I-I’m so sorry. I tried to be careful like you taught me, but-“

“Hush, now. I’m so happy you’re safe,” he sniffed. Your eyelids fell as you silently cried, your father holding and rocking you gently. Simon watched from the doorway, his arms crossed.

After they taught the VP a lesson, they called the police. They promptly took the man into custody (though not without questioning his broken nose and several bruises). Simon had to ask to borrow Kyle’s car once they took the man away. He reluctantly agreed and yelled at Simon as he sped out of the parking lot. Relief washed over him when when the nurse said you'd be okay. König remained until he knew you were alright, trading Simon's keys for Kyle's. It was around one in the morning when Price showed up-his hair messy and face completely pale.

“Where’s my little girl?” he asked with a strained voice, his eyes weary and solemn. The men directed him to the front desk and a woman escorted all of them back.

Simon’s attention was snapped back to the present when someone clears their throat behind him. He turned. A woman wearing a police uniform cocked a brow at him.

“I’m detective Jones. Is this where Y/N is staying?” She asked. Simon nodded and let the man through. “Thanks,” Jones said in passing. Price pulled back, his hands squeezing your shoulders as the detective stepped into the room.

“Good afternoon, I’m detective Natalie Jones,” she said as she held out her hand. Price’s face grew stern as he shook Jone’s hand.

“John Price,” he said. Jones nodded.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask (Y/N) a few questions,” she said as she flipped open a dark notebook. Price squeezed your hand as his face hardened even more. “I understand your concerns of leaving her alone, sir, but I promise it won’t take more than fifteen minutes,” she explained. Price looked over at you.

“It’s okay, Dad,” you assured him weakly. He squeezed your hand again and sighed.

"I'll be right out in the hall if you need me," he said. You gave him a tired smile as he rose from his seat. Price nodded at the officer before walking into the hall.

Simon noticed the bags under his eyes. Jone's shut the door behind her as Price stood mere feet away from the young player. The sounds of doctors and patients, as well as various beeps, echoed in the stark hallways. The coach cleared his throat.

“Thank you for...helping (Y/N),” he said. Simon rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sure,” he replied. The two men shuffled awkwardly.

"Listen, I'm sorry I was kind of hard on you before," Price huffed. Simon raised a brow.

"Kind of?" he thought. Price bit the inside of his cheek as he placed his hands on his hips.

"It's just...(Y/N)'s all I have left. She's still my little girl to me, and I don't know if I'm ready to accept that she's become a woman," he sighed. Simon remained silent. Price leaned on the wall, staring into the closed door. "There's just so much out there that could hurt her, and I won't always be there to protect her," the coach's voice cracked as tears welled in his eyes.

Simon craned his neck and looked down at his feet. He slowly moved forward and hesitantly placed a hand on Price's shoulder. The coach flinched at the sudden contact, his eyes slightly red as he glanced over.

"Someone will always be there to protect her. She knows the entire bloody rugby team for Christ's sake," Simon said. Price's lips cracked into a miniscule smile.

"Right," the man sighed. Simon slid his hand from Price's tense shoulder. The door creaked open, followed by detective Jone's stepping out. Despite her composure, Simon could see the mist in her eyes.

"Mr. Riley, if it's alright I'd like to ask you a few questions as well," she said. Simon nodded.

"Alright," he said. She motioned for him to follow her. As he passed by your room, both of you exchanged glances. You gave him a bright, warm smile. He grinned back. Simon is a fullback-it's his job, after all.

Someone will always be there to protect her.

____

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This was far too good of an idea to pass up. Hope you enjoy. ❤️

Seeing Ghosts

Scully sat on the end of her bed, staring at the wall on which Mulder was on the other side of. She sighed as she shook her head, the concern she felt for him causing her heart to ache.

They had left the home of Arbutus Ray in near silence, only the sound of Harold Pillers’s soft cries filled the car. Scully had glanced repeatedly at Mulder, but he had stared resolutely out his window, not seeming to be aware of anyone around him.

They had arrived back at the hotel, Harold leaving without a word. Scully had been about to suggest some food, or maybe a coffee, when Mulder finally spoke.

“I’m tired,” he had said softly and she made to reach for him, to offer him some comfort, when he opened the door. “I think I need to sleep.”

“I could sit with you for a bit-”

“No,” he had interrupted, shaking his head, his eyes downcast. “I just…”

“What did you see out there, Mulder?” she had asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“The truth,” he had said in the same tone.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I’ve been chasing a ghost for the majority of my life. That I’ve… that she was never…” He had sighed and then drawn in a ragged breath. “I’m tired.”

He had pushed the door open and taken off his seatbelt, leaving the car before she could say another word. He had entered his hotel room before she had even gotten out and she had known he would not welcome her company.

Now she sat, wanting desperately to help him, but knowing this was a pain he must face on his own.

At least for the time being.

With a great sigh, she stood up and paced from the door to the bathroom and back again a few times before stopping and closing her eyes, exhaustion suddenly settling in.

She changed into her pajamas and used the bathroom, her thoughts still on Mulder. Turning out the light, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

When she turned off the overhead bedroom light and began to walk to the bed, she stopped with a gasp, chills covering her from head to toe.

A young woman stood in front of her, opaque and still. She stared at Scully, her head tilting slightly to one side.

“Oh,” Scully whispered. “I…” She shook her head as she took in a deep breath, her heart racing. “Samantha?”

The young woman smiled and nodded her head once.

“Your brother, he…” Scully glanced quickly to her right, wishing Mulder could materialize into the room. Looking back at Samantha, she stepped forward and then stopped.

“I’m so sorry,” Scully whispered, tears filling her eyes. “I’m sorry for the pain you suffered. I’m sorry you were taken from your family. That you…” Her tears spilled over as she drew in a breath. “Your brother loved… loves… you so much. I’m sorry you were taken from him. From knowing him. I’m so sorry for the tests and pain you went through.” She wiped her tears away almost angrily, finding them a hindrance in the moment.

Samantha stared at her, her mouth opening and then closing, before she shook her head. She looked towards Mulder’s room and then back at Scully as she placed both of her hands over her heart, the left on top of the right.

She stepped closer to Scully and Scully held her breath. Samantha reached out a hand and placed it above Scully’s heart, though she did not touch her.

But there was no need for actual contact as Scully could feel her touch without it. It was warm and comforting, something she had not been expecting or anticipating.

They stared at one another, Samantha smiling gently. She nodded, moved her hand, and then she was gone.

Scully let out the breath she had been holding, shivering at the loss of warmth, her hand covering her heart. She could feel it racing, but beyond it she felt something else. Something…

A knock sounded softly at her door and she jumped. Swallowing, her throat dry, she wiped at her tears again and walked to the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw Mulder standing there, his head down.

She quickly unlocked the door and opened it, wanting to tell him about Samantha, but then hesitating with uncertainty as to how he would take it.

“Does the offer of company still stand?” he asked, his voice raspy and eyes red rimmed when he raised his head and looked at her.

“Of course,” she said, stepping aside to let him into her room.

He walked in and she shut the door, locking it as he stopped and stood where Samantha had just been.

“I thought I wanted to be alone, but then I realized that I am. That I always will be. Everyone in my family is gone.” He shook his head and looked at her. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“You’re not,” she said, stepping close and taking his hand.

“Yeah,” he agreed, squeezing her hand and then letting it go. “But it’s different now. It feels different. There’s a finality. But also…”

“I saw her,” Scully blurted out, unable to hold the words in.

“What? Who?” he asked with a frown.

“Samantha,” she breathed, staring at him. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I saw her.”

“Where?”

“Right there.” She pointed at him. “Right where you are standing.”

“When?” he asked, looking around the room.

“Just before you knocked on the door.”

“Just…” He looked toward the room and let out a harsh breath. “I… I was debating coming over here. I… she…” He stopped and closed his eyes, shaking his head. “She wasn’t here for me. She already told me goodbye. Gave me my closure.” He opened his eyes and stared at her. “She was here for you.”

“But why?”

“I don’t know,” he said, letting out a long breath, his shoulders drooping. “What happened?”

“I came out of the bathroom and she was there. Just… right there.” She gestured to where he was standing, shaking her head.

“How did she appear?”

“Like… like…”

“Ethereal?”

“Yes,” she admitted, her hand moving to her heart. “She… she couldn’t speak to me, but she was here. She… she…” Rubbing small, slow circles above her heart, believing she could still feel the warmth there, she shook her head. “You saw her too?”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod.

“That’s what you saw in the woods,” she said and he nodded again.

“She found me. Came to me.”

“To say goodbye,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“To give you that peace,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes, still rubbing her chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he watched her fingers moving.

“She…” she whispered. “She did something to me.”

“Scully…”

“I know how it sounds. Especially from me. But… I know what I saw. What I felt.”

“What did you feel?”

“I don’t know if I can describe it,” she said, shaking her head.

“Try,” he said softly.

“She was here. I… I told her I was sorry for what happened to her. For… you and her losing each other.” He sighed and closed his eyes for a second before looking at her again. “She put her hand out, over my heart, and I…”

“What?” he asked, as he watched her fingers slowing.

“I felt… warmth. Comfort. And I… I know that it’s not possible.” She stopped rubbing her chest and held both of her hands to her heart, just as Samantha had done to herself. “I know it is, but I also know what I saw and how I felt.” He raised his eyes to hers and she sniffled, shaking her head.

“Can you still feel it?” he asked in a whisper.

“Kind of.”

“Can I… can I…?” he asked, taking a step toward her, his hand outstretched.

“Yes,” she said, also taking a step and reaching for his hand. Stepping even closer, she placed his hand over her heart and held it there, her eyes watching him. “Can you feel it?”

“I can feel your heart beating,” he said, his thumb rubbing softly.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered, and he looked at her before closing his eyes with an exhale. She closed hers too, slipping two fingers between his thumb and index finger, his thumb holding onto them.

They stood in silence for a few seconds, each of them taking deep breaths.

“Do you feel anything?” she asked and he sighed heavily.

“No. I don’t feel anything that you say you felt.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel it much anymore either. But I… I know it was there.”

He sighed again, releasing his hold on her hand and removing his hand from her chest as they opened their eyes.

“I’m so tired,” he said, shaking his head.

“You need to sleep,” she said softly, placing her hand on his cheek.

“Yeah,” he agreed, with an almost bitter chuckle, as he leaned into her touch. Sighing, he pulled away. “I’ll… I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You don’t…” she said. “Don’t need to leave. Stay.”

“Scully,” he said, shaking his head.

“Stay, Mulder,” she said. He stared at her, the weariness of the last few days weighing heavily upon him. He nodded once and she smiled softly, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.

He took off his shoes as she pulled back the covers, waiting for him to lie down. When he had, she covered him, brushing his hair back as he closed his eyes.

She walked to the other side of the bed and lay down beside him, adjusting the covers as she turned onto her right side and closed her eyes.

“Good night, Mulder,” she said quietly and he hummed in reply.

The bed creaked as he shifted, his arm going around her. Tears pricked her eyes as she pulled his hand closer, her lips pressing to his fingers.

“Good night, Scully,” he whispered and she nodded, squeezing his hand gently.

Within minutes, they were both asleep, wrapped in the comfort the other provided.

Neither saw Samantha return, smiling at the sight of them as she moved closer to the bed. Bending slightly, her mouth close to Muder’s ear, she closed her eyes as she spoke words that could not be heard.

Standing up, she watched and waited.

And then, he smiled in his sleep and she knew he had heard her. She nodded and slowly disappeared, knowing she could finally move on.

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed, pulling Scully closer.

He dreamed of Halloween nights spent running through the neighborhood, days at the beach digging up giant rocks and seashells, and riding bikes down steep hills.

Every moment of his dreams was shared with a dark haired little girl, her laughter dancing in the wind, as she called out to him to chase her.

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