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Stitches and Scars (Simon Riley X Fem Reader)

A/N: Hey guys, hope everyone is doing well this wonderful day! I know this one is on the serious side here compared to some of my other Fics, but I still wanted to put this out into the world in case anyone can benefit from it.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Fem Reader (Technically platonic, but leaning to more near the end)

Summary: Your out in the field and you get shot in the thigh, its bad. Simon sees you have Self Harm wounds when helping with the bullet wound. Leads to some soft Simon, he's pretty gentle in this one.

Warnings: Bullet Wounds!, Mentions/ Descriptions of Self Harm!, Mentions of Blood and Gore!, Simon stitching up wounds.

DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE TO SELF HARM!

Word Count: 2.1K

Bullets flew every time the 141 went on a mission, normally it was enemies' droppings, but occasionally one of your own got hit. This time it was you. You were in close range relying on your hand-to-hand combat training. The knowledge helped you put the sack of shit down, but not before he managed to shoot your thigh. It stung, as you noticed the damage, your adrenaline pumping even harder you managed to learn the bullet went straight through.

"I'm hit" you half growled over coms.

"How bad," Price's comforting voice asked.

"Can probably walk but it won't be easy." you managed, moving to a nearby wall to try and leverage yourself upright.

"I'll be right there" Ghost chimed in, but you could hear the stress in his voice.

Carefully, you tried to stand up, putting all your weight on your good leg. With some pain, you managed to get up, not before noticing how much blood you were losing.

Thinking quickly, you pulled off your belt to tie around your leg. It wouldn't be amazing, but it could work in a pinch, slowing the blood flow a small bit. Positioning the belt above the wounds you took a deep breath and pulled as tight as you could. At that moment you felt like lighting shot through your entire body, but you had to stay quiet, so you bit your tongue as you got the belt tied off.

Thankfully, the moment when you looked up, you saw a tall scary figure with the signature Ghost mask jogging towards you. Carefully to limped toward him, still using the wall to help support you.

"Got her, call for an evac Price" Ghost barked over coms, seeing your disheveled state.

"Don't Price, I'm good, can fix it at the safe house" you said, now staring down Ghost, warning him not to push it.

Sure, he was a scary man, but he knew damn well you could do some damage if you wanted to. Hell, he had seen it firsthand, the way you can take out men three times your size.

"You sure?" Price asked unknowing of what had happened between you and Ghost.

"Yes," you said sharply.

"Ok, off to the safe house you two, we can finish this up and meet you there" Price ordered before going quiet again.

Ghost was obviously upset you didn't take the evac but nonetheless, the best you could do was find a vehicle and get the fuck out of the warzone. You spotted a truck fast, and Ghost helped you into the passenger side before hot wiring it.

Speeding off you couldn't ignore the pain you were feeling. Walking was a bitch and a half, but now it was getting worse. The bumpy road mixed with the wearing off of adrenaline made your entire leg feel like it was on fire. You were hot all over from the pain, and your face flushed as you made faces to avoid screaming out.

As Ghost drove, he couldn't help but stay silent, obviously upset that you were in pain. He watched both the road and you. Noticing how you pulled up your gear to tear some of your shirt off to shove in your wounds. Trying ever so desperately to stop the bleeding and the pain.

When you did that, you were deep in your own world, finally looking at the damage. You saw what you didn't want to see, the scars, some new, some old, some newly reopened. The secret you had kept to yourself so well, the self-harm, it would be no more after tonight. Ghost would see them, and you didn't know what he would do or say. So as much as it hurt, a chunk of you didn't want to make it to safety.

After what felt like both an eternity and the shortest ride of your life you made it to the safe house. Were you ready? No. But all you could do was move forward. As soon as the vehicle stopped your big teammate was out and opening your truck door. Before you could say a word, Ghost moved to pick you up.

Ever so gently, he held you bridal style, carrying you through the front door and into the building. It felt too nice, in his comfortingly strong arms. Sadly, the moment was short-lived as he placed you on the couch before running off to go get some medical supplies.

As Ghost looked for things, you managed to get your boots and heavy gear off without too much extra pain. You understood that you were going to have to take your pants off, it was embarrassing for multiple reasons, but you had to. So, when he finally came back with some things you chose to speak.

"Ghost, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone" you almost warned, looking into his eyes, as he knelt in front of you.

He didn't understand, but he cautiously nodded his head. Ghost would understand in a moment, so undoing the belt on your leg you adjusted to pull your pants off. Quickly Ghost moved to help you, seeing the pain flash across your face. As he pulled your pants the rest of the way off, he saw them.

Noticing your thighs, he saw so many lines scratched across your gorgeous skin. Old scars that had healed to small marks, that were covered by newer, fresher scars, even seeing that some were reopened by the bullet. He didn't say a word, but he suddenly felt so bad that no one was there to help you.

"I'm not weak," you said, but your voice betrayed you, cracking, halfway through speaking.

Ghost looked up to see your glassy eyes, his heart broke at the sight.

"I never thought you were" was all he managed to say, but it was enough for you.

The two of you shared a moment, eyes locked, suddenly understanding that Ghost would keep your secret. He looked like he desperately wanted to help, and for now, you have to let him. Hopefully, it would lead you down a good path.

So, as you were now ready to get your wounds cleaned, Ghost handed you some water and pills.

"They won't kick in for the stitching, but you probably want to take them anyways." He explained.

Giving him a small nod you threw the pills back, swallowed, and looked back to Ghost. Throwing a thumbs up, he got to work. Cleaning the wound hurt but he did it fast and thoroughly. The first sting was the worst but after that, it became slightly more manageable.

When he decided it was clean enough, he picked up a needle and surgical thread. He looked up, warning you without words that this would hurt. You got the idea and grabbed for the belt you had thrown to the side. This time folding it up and placing it in your mouth. Leaning against the back of the couch you closed your eyes. Ghost took the moment of distraction to start stitching.

White hot searing pain rocketed through your body, causing you to bite down hard, as tears formed and fell down your cheeks. Ghost didn't stop, knowing if he did, he wouldn't be able to finish.

The belt fell from your mouth as both of you had made it through the painfully long minute, ready for a short break before he had to get the exit wound. Ghost had noticed how the bullet went through and he thought that it was close enough to the edge of your leg that it could almost have been a deep graze if you had moved a centimeter or two.

"Time for the other side I guess" you managed with a scratchy, broken voice.

"Give yourself a minute" Ghost soothed.

Taking in a few breaths you waited about fifteen seconds before attempting to move, gritting through the pain of moving. Ghost immediately moved to help you, positioning you on your stomach to give him the best access to the other wound. It gave him a pretty good view of your ass as well, but he wasn't so vain as to joke about that now.

Ghost got back to work, repeating the process again, cleaning the wound thoroughly but fast. When his large hands pulled away, you knew the needle was next, moving to grab the belt again to help aid the intense waves of pain washing over you. It was over faster than the first one, but the first pierce of the needle shocked you harder this time around.

When it was all said and done, Ghost helped you move again. Getting you to a spot where he could apply some gauze and topical antibiotics he had found. Then he moved to wrap your leg, his fingertips gently falling on your skin as he layered the bandage. You were still in pain, but his touch felt too good to ignore. Being in the military often meant you went touch starved for extended periods, but he was so gentle with you.

Your dirty pants came next, but thankfully you managed to find something else to wear in some abandoned dresser drawer in the bedroom down the hall. A pair of old Loony Toons sweatpants were better than your dirty gear.

Suddenly you were sucked back to the harsh reality though; Ghost hadn't said a single thing about your scars yet. You didn't know if he would say anything at all, but the thought was terrifying.

In truth, you wanted to stop hurting yourself, but it was a hard thing to do, the pain had provided you the release you needed sometimes. When your emotions were too hard to handle, it was your coping mechanism for all of the tragedies you deal with. You were trapped in a circle, and it was easier said than done to stop hurting yourself, but would he call you on it? As you were deep in your mind, sitting on the bed next to Ghost, he finally said something.

"Hey . . .you know I care about you," he said unsurely.

"I mean yeah, hard to tell sometimes, but yes" you scratched out, as you were yanked from your thoughts.

"Not my point . . .If you ever feel like . . . like hurting yourself I want you to come to me" he said carefully, holding your eyes captive to read your reactions to his words.

"Ghost" you whispered

"Please" He practically begged.

"Ok" you agreed, unable to deny the man who had just pretty much saved your life. Your affinity for the man simultaneously saving and dooming you at this moment.

"Thank you," he said, placing a large hand on your uninjured leg.

Finally feeling the meds kick in you started to get really sleepy. Feeling a sort of drowsy high creep up you, you craved warmth and blankets.

"Simon, can you help me under the blankets?" you asked before realizing your mistake "Shit! I meant Ghost."

Chuckling, he moved to pick you up from the foot of the bed, taking two big steps, then placing you back down on the bed.

"Simon's just fine sweetheart, but only when it's just us," he said as he pulled the blankets on top of you.

Taking a moment to stabilize your injured leg with extra pillows, Ghost seemed to linger for a moment.

"You going to be alright?" he asked, now that you were laying comfortably.

"Yeah, I think I'll be ok Simon, thank you" you spoke, watching Ghost's eyes.

"Mhm," he grunted "I should go watch for the team; they'll be back soon" as he moved towards the door of the bedroom.

"Umm, can you wait in here?" you asked before he could fully leave, assuming even he wanted to stay a little longer, even if just to watch over you.

"Sure" he responded, pulling a chair from the corner of the room to sit near the bed.

"Get comfy then, it'll be a long night," you said.

And a long night it was, for Simon at least. You passed out in no time, between pure exhaustion and the pain killers there was no energy left in your body. So, Simon sat there and watched, making sure your leg never moved too much, as well as keeping an eye out for the guys.

The rest of the team showed up with a good report, not ten minutes after you passed out. He updated them before resigning back to the bedroom you were sleeping in. There was one point in the night as he watched when you reached out for something, and he willingly gave you, his hand. Your sleeping form loved it, taking his hand and pulling it close to you. The small action made Simon smile under his mask, appreciating the little moment, hoping that he could help you in some way that no one had yet.

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Gorgeous enough to sit on your lap? (Simon Riley X Fem Reader)

A/N: Hey Everyone! My last post blew up and I just wanted to thank all of you who supported, this is technically a second part to "Shots From Above" but you really don't need to read one to get the other. Anyways! Thank you, guys, again, hope you enjoy this one to!

Summary: You and Ghost have grown close, and he asks you to eat with him in his room. Things progress from there!

Warnings: Flirting, Teasing, Mentions of sex, Swearing, Soft Simon.

Word Count: 2.4K

Today started out as a normal day for you on base. You had just gotten back from a mission the night before and you were already training with Ghost. The two of you had become close after being blown up by a helicopter nearly a month ago. Practically attached at the hip you were.

Your feeling for the man had grown in the short period, but Ghost seemed to crave the shared time as much as you did. With neither of you complaining, you became almost exclusive training partners aside from the rest of 141 being thrown in occasionally.

Considering the amount of time you spent together, it didn't come as much of a surprise when you and Ghost began eating meals together. Normally he never came out of his room for food, but recently he has been eating by your side in the mess hall.

This time it was different though, you were dishing up your food, and so was Ghost. You started walking toward your usual spot, but a firm grip stopped you. Spinning to see what Ghost was doing, you felt him gently tugging you in a different direction.

"Hey, aren't we going to eat?" you asked.

"My room" he half growled seeming almost jealous.

"But you don't let anyone in there," you said, wondering why he would let you cross that threshold.

"So? We eat in my room today" he said, softer now that you were walking down an almost empty hallway.

"Why?" you questioned.

"Because" he stated, opening the door to what you could only assume was his room.

"Ok, there Ghosty boy," you said, giving up on getting an answer, and entering his room.

"You're not that dumb, everyone was eying up your tits in that top," he said, shocking you with a response.

"No, I'm not that dumb, but I didn't notice anyone other than you looking" you toyed as you sat on his bed, eating some of your food.

He huffed in response, soon after following you to sit on the bed with his food.

"So, you want me to look away, so you can eat?" You asked between bites.

"No, it's fine bunny," he said, giving you a new nickname.

Assuming he meant it in the dumb bunny sort of way you tried not to let it affect you. That was when you saw him grab for his mask, you tried to be respectful and look away. When you did finally look up to see him, his mask was pulled up to the bridge of his nose.

It was always nice to see his jawline, it was somewhat rare, but it was entrancing. You couldn't help but let your eyes linger a little longer before taking another bite of food. He caught you though, he always did.

"You're staring bunny," he said, turning to look at you.

There it was again, that stupid nickname, you hated how much it really affected you.

"Admiring Ghost, admiring" you corrected.

He smiled a little and let out a small half-laugh.

"Simon . . . My name is Simon."

You almost choked on your food when he spoke. He wanted you to use his real name.

"Simon," you said, it felt foreign on your tongue, not in a bad way though.

Both of you finished up the food fast, it was quiet for a few minutes before Simon got up, and took your tray, placing it on the table next to his bed.

"So, what exactly were you admiring there?" Simon asked, breaking the silence before sitting back down.

His mask was down again, but he still seemed to want an answer.

"You're not that dumb, your jawline would make women kill" you joked, using his words against him.

"Would it make you?" he asked, situating himself so he was incredibly close to you.

You swallowed, suddenly the air felt thicker. Mind blank you looked up to meet Simon's eyes, responding weakly.

"yes"

Simon just hummed, letting the tension build. He relaxed further away from you, as if deep in thought. It was quiet again, but this time you tried to match his eye contact. You watched as Simon took a deep breath,

"Don't wear that in public again . . . its distracting and I don't like when other people admire what's mine." He said, in a rough voice.

Simon didn't seem demanding, almost giving you an out if you didn't want to be his. You did see his eyes slip lower though, only assuming his eyes went to your boobs.

"If you want the truth, it don't want to anyways" you responded, giving Simon a small confirmation.

He seemed confused at the hint though, so you elaborated.

"I don't want their attention Simon, I want yours."

You barely noticed until it slipped, but you used his real name and it seemed to affect him alongside your confession.

"Good," he said possessively before leaning in closer.

"Does this make us official partners in crime then?" you said with a little giggle to yourself.

"I suppose, but only if I can kiss you," Simon said, adjusting his mask once again.

"If you don't . . ." you started before being cut off.

His lips crashed into yours, and in an instant, you were putty in his hands, the man kissed you like he wanted you for years. Simon finally had you, and he wouldn't let you slip. Even managing to pull a small moan from you before pulling back.

"Your gorgeous love," Simon said, holding your eyes captive as he moved one of his hands to your thigh.

"Gorgeous enough to sit on your lap?"

"Of fucking course!" Simon said, like a kid in a candy store.

Moving to straddle Simon's waist you made yourself comfortable on the massive man. His back was against some pillows and his headboard, so it gave you easy access to anything you wanted. It didn't take more than a few seconds though for his hands to snake up to your waist and butt.

Leaning in you kissed him this time, he was still just as demanding as the first one, but more fueled with passion this time around. Simon was a dominant force but fuck it if you couldn't give him everything you had. Breaking again for air, you rested your hands on his chest,

"You know I can practically see right down your shirt from this angle" Simon chirped up.

"Yes, and?" you asked.

"If I take off my mask, will you stay here for the night?" He wondered out loud.

"What?" you asked in shock.

"I won't repeat myself love."

"Fucking yes of course," you responded not because you wanted to see his face, it was more so to stay the night with him.

"Eager, are we?" he shot back with a warm smile.

"Not every day you get asked to spend the night, especially not in the military," you stated, moving your hips just enough for Simon to feel it.

"Fuck" he said, tightening the grip on your hips, not having much to say anyway.

Suddenly Simon moved one hand from your hips up to his mask. He took a moment, but you never pushed.

"You don't have to Simon," you said in a soothing tone.

"I want to," he said softly before pulling the rest of the mask off of his face, placing it on the bed.

Looking at Simon, you were almost in shock. Sure, you had seen some of his face, but all of it at once was overwhelming. Reaching a hand up to touch his face you hovered an inch away. You realized this might push boundaries, but before you said anything he placed his head in your hand. He had scars but very few, you studied his face, watching emotions flash not just through his eyes but through his whole body. Simon cleared his throat and broke you from your trance-like state.

"You're so handsome Simon," you said, almost making his heart shatter, as he blushed softly.

Both of you were out of words at this point, so Simon leaned back in to kiss you again. It wasn't deep, just a peck, but you knew it was so much more for him.

"We don't have to do anything tonight bunny, I just want you here," Simon said softly.

"Why don't we just relax then, you got any more work tonight?" You asked, letting one of your hands weave up into his hair.

"Wouldn't be able even if I wanted to," he said, with a small smile.

"I'm not that distracting," you said, sitting upright on his lap.

"Trust me doll, you wouldn't even know half of it."

You giggled in response before climbing off of Simon's lap. He groaned in response, not wanting you to leave.

"Where are you going?" he asked, seeing you stand.

"If I am going to be staying here I either need one of your shirts or I go to my room to grab stuff, you pick," you responded.

"Hmmm, if I have a choice, I'd prefer you raid my closet, don't want you out of my sight with that shirt on."

"Ok!" you said, moving over to his closet to grab one of his hoodies, which was definitely too big for you.

Not even bothering to go to the bathroom, you threw the hoodie on and stripped your clothes out from underneath, dropping one piece of clothing at a time. First, it was the pants, then the shirt, and for a little extra tease, you threw your bra at Simon. You kept your underwear on, knowing if you took them off you would be playing a dangerous game.

"Assuming I won't need that?" you asked, before getting back on Simon's lap

"Probably not," he said, dropping it on the floor before finally grabbing your boobs.

Even through the hoodie, he managed to find and play with your nipples a bit before leaving you reeling for more contact.

"You're a tease," you accused Simon.

"Say's the one who threw their bra at me?" he asked almost letting out a full laugh.

"Fine, fine, both of us are" you conceded, before laying your head on Simon's chest.

The air fell quiet, both of you comfortable with just existing near each other. Simon's hands couldn't stay still, moving over every part of you as you just listened to his gentle heartbeat.

"This is really nice," you said softly before letting your hands rake back through Simon's short hair.

His eyes just about rolled back in his head as he enjoyed the feeling of your nails on his scalp. Relaxing into your touch he responded.

"Never want to leave bunny," he said with a squeeze to your barely covered ass.

With that, the two of you lay there in the comfort of each other's arms. There were few words shared, as neither of you wanted to shatter to moment. Eventually, you settled on playing with his hair while studying his face.

He was a wonder to behold, the mask hid so much from everyone. The way a soft smile tugs at his lips whenever you talk to him. You learned that he couldn't take compliments without either denying it or blushing.

On the other hand, Simon learned just how malleable you were under his touch. You were always so responsive to him, either by pretty little noises or by wiggling on top of him. He couldn't stop himself from letting his mind wander, imagining you naked and underneath him. God he just knew he could make you into such a beautiful little mess below him. Even the thought of it was enough to make him hard, and you could tell.

"Simon," you said "Can't keep your mind under control?"

"Hmm, depends on your definition of control," he teased.

"Not trying to get into my pants?"

"You're not wearing pants love," Simon said, voice smooth as velvet.

"You know what I mean," you said, pulling your hand from his hair.

"Don't worry I asked you to spend the night, not fuck me" he responded, as he attempted to control himself.

"Yeah, that can wait for tomorrow," you said with a tap on his chest, and a smile. "But tomorrow won't come if we don't sleep."

"Now you're just trying to make this difficult," Simon said.

"No, I am trying to make it hard," you teased, with a small giggle.

"You're ridiculous" he shot back.

"But you like it."

"That I do"

It went silent for a moment before Simon leaned in and gave you a quick kiss.

"We should sleep, I want to get to tomorrow," Simon said, moving you off his lap.

"Yeah, I'm tired anyways."

"It is pretty late" he responded as he stood.

You didn't respond, instead choosing to watch him as he grabbed a change of clothes to sleep in. He pulled out a black shirt and some sweatpants. Sadly, he had some decency and went to change in his bathroom. You figured it wasn't just for him to change, but you didn't say anything.

Instead choosing to get under the thick blankets. You lay there in silence, just looking around his room and thinking. Wondering how things would really end up with the two of you. Would it end well? Who knows. But you were pulled from your thoughts as the bathroom door opened to reveal a way to sexy Simon.

"That's not fair!" you complained "You look like a Greek god in regular clothes! Stupid."

Simon couldn't help but full-on laugh, it was so silly, but your reaction was priceless.

"You look way better, trust me" He responded as he climbed under the blankets with you.

You just huffed in response. Obviously not agreeing with him. That didn't stop him from pulling you close to him though. The sudden movement caused you to yelp in shock before giggling into his chest.

"You're so silly," Simon said "But now is time for rest."

"Fineee" you agreed.

With that you got comfortable, ending up with a hand resting on Simon's neck, and legs intertwined. It took less than five minutes for you to be out. Simon used a dirty trick by speaking softly but with all of his British accent to put you out.

Seeing you asleep was a sight for Simon, loving how peaceful you looked. It made his heart flutter that this night ended so well. After watching your sleeping form for a short while, he resigned to his own rest.

Both of you slept amazing, deep sleep without a single nightmare was a rarity. Somehow the two of you managed it, and this wouldn't be the last time either. You and Ghost were destined to be together, and there was no stopping it. This was just the beginning.

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Shot From Above (Simon Riley X Fem Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! I wrote this one as a longer piece, I might post a part two or the other half might just end up as a whole separate work, because it could be. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Summary: You and Ghost are on the tail end of a convoy and get shot from above by helicopter. Forcing you and Ghost to get a little closer. Super fluffy aside from descriptions of gun fighting.

Warnings: Descriptions of being shot at, Car roll over, Explosions, Swearing

Word Count: 2.6K

"Ghost, we got birds!" you said to the man sitting passenger to you.

"I see that Birdie, weird being on the other side?" he asked calmly as you drove, avoiding RPG shots as you went.

"Yeah, it fucking sucks" you replied, still keeping your eyes on the road and bird.

You were known to be on one of the best helicopter support teams, so being at the receiving end of chopper fire was new to you.

"Can you get a shot on it?" you asked annoyed that he hadn't even looked out to see it better.

"No, my rounds won't make it that high and still damage enough."

Your mind was reeling, you needed to feel in control of something, everything was up in the air, and you were narrowly avoiding the shots at this point.

"Fuck okay, when they get in range, the tail is your best shot, it might spiral out of control with enough rounds." you said, feeling your anxiety grab you tighter.

"When did you start out-ranking me?" Ghost asked with only a small bit of anger in his voice.

"Um . . I don't sir"

"Then you don't tell me where to put my bullets do you"

"No sir, sorry sir, won't happen again" you said, through a voice crack.

"Don't be sorry, do better." He said coldly.

"Yes sir."

The rockets were getting closer and closer, and you were running out of road and ideas, but the silence that fell in the cab made it a little easier. That was until you miss calculated when you needed to punch it to get out of range. It was a simple mistake that anyone could have made, but it was enough to put you in some deep shit.

In a flash the front of your truck was hit, forcing you to go straight into a series of rolls. You ended up somewhere off the road, mind fuzzy and vision blurry you moved to unbuckle yourself quickly. Noticing that you were the only one in the car. Once you fell to the roof of the vehicle you knew you only had moments to kick out the glass and run for your life. But fuck did it hurt to move, you were banged up pretty bad.

Moving yourself, screaming as you kicked as hard as possible against the glass. It broke the first try, and before you could crawl out, a strong hand was pulling you out by your leg. Ghost had obviously fared better, being able to pull you up in a flash.

"Tree cover" he half yelled, forcing both of you into an all-out sprint.

Not five seconds after you made it away from the truck it exploded, almost pushing you to the ground. Still hearing shots from above, you weren't sure if they would follow you or go after the rest of your convoy. You hoped that you toyed with the Helo long enough for everyone to split up and find their own ways back to base.

"You good?" Ghost asked, breaking the silence before slowing down to a jog for your sake.

"Yeah" you said, breathlessly, thankful he slowed down a bit.

"Your bleeding" he commented, seeing a pretty nasty looking cut on your head.

"Yeah" you responded.

He caught how distant you were with the response, so instead Ghost changed the subject.

"Safe house is three miles out, keep up" he said.

"Sure thing L.T." you said, as he pushed back into a run, slightly slower than before.

The majority of the run was quiet, you were focused on the pain you were feeling, trying to push through. However, at some point you spoke up to thank Ghost for saving you.

"Thank you for getting me out, and not just leaving me in the truck" you said, breathily.

Ghost didn't respond with more than a nod in your direction. He heard you.

You weren't more than five minutes out from Ghost's safe house, but you were getting tired, and the pain was still draining you piece by piece. Eventually though you came to a small one-story building in a big clearing on a hill. It was a nice little place, with great advantage points in case of ambush.

"We stay here for the night," Ghost said, hoping through a window.

This time it was your turn not to respond, just following him into the building.

"Since you'll be up taking care of that nasty thing, why don't you take first watch." he said, dropping some of his gear in a room he seemed to claim.

"Yes sir" you stated, annoyed at him, he must be punishing you at this point.

"I'll be sleeping, wake me when you get too tired." he said, hating how silent you were.

Dropping some of your stuff you went to get a med kit and a mirror. Settling in a room with two windows that looked different ways you got comfortable. Taking a moment to take care of yourself you held the mirror up and saw how bad it looked. It was large, but not as deep as it could be. Didn't need stitches, Ghost wouldn't have made you run if it was that serious. So, you cleaned up the dried blood from your face before bandaging it for a little so it could start healing.

You were determined to have the bandage off before you went back, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. But for now, you would keep it as clean as possible. When you were done, and the med pack was put back together you finally settled in for a long night of being hard on yourself.

Being a naturally anxious person made quiet nights like this hell, having just got in trouble in the past few hours. You escaped into your mind, trying to figure out how to be better as Ghost suggested. Though it might be extreme to some you decided the best way to stop today's event from repeating was to start being quieter. The messed-up logic being that if you don't speak as much you won't accidentally order your superiors around.

You also figured it best to stay on watch for as long as possible, not wanting to meet a cranky Ghost. So, the night fell, and you watched. At some point you saw it getting lighter out, realizing it was daytime you lost any hope of getting sleep. Watching the horizon, you failed to notice the massive, but quiet Ghost behind you.

"It's morning, why didn't you wake me?" he asked, with an edge to his tone.

"I never got that tired." you lied, barely keeping a yawn in.

"Don't lie to me" he warned, stepping closer, now only a little more than a foot separating the two of you.

You didn't respond.

"Jesus Christ Y/N I am not punishing you, fucking nine hours on watch is too much when there are two of us. We talked about this not even a month ago, four-hour shifts and you wake me up." He stated, anger radiating off his body, but it didn't seem to be directed all at you.

"What do you want me to do then" you asked, looking for some way to fix the mess you were in.

"Go sleep" He ordered.

"Yes sir," you said, gathering your shit and leaving the room.

It didn't take a genius to see how tired you really were, beating yourself up in your mind all night. Finding the bed Ghost had slept in you collapsed and fell asleep in seconds. Not even bothering with the blankets. But it didn't matter because you were so deep in sleep that a bomb could have gone off and you would have slept through it.

Regardless of how tired you were, waking up in a place that you weren't supposed to be scary. Opening your eyes in a flash, and frantically looking around. Seeing Ghost driving the truck you were in, you relaxed a little.

"Where are we?" you asked in a scratchy voice.

"Back road, thirty minutes from base" Ghost replied, in a calm tone.

"How long was I out?"

"Only six hours, but I was trying not to wake you." he said, sparing you a few looks.

"Why not just wake me up? Be easier than carrying dead weight." you said, starting to feel more awake with a stretch.

"You needed rest." Ghost said, but secretly he knew something you didn't know about your sleeping habits.

When he picked you up to put you in the vehicle, you weren't dead weight, you were very clingy weight. Almost immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, not wanting to let go even after you were finally buckled in. But he wouldn't tell you, locking that memory in a vault for him to enjoy.

Nodding in response, but not liking the answer you tried to change the subject.

"So, what's happening?" you questioned.

"Managed to get in contact with Price, they secured what they needed and not casualties on our side. He was relieved to hear we were well though." Ghost responded.

"Ok, good to know."

The air went dead, neither one of you willing to break to silence. You were still trying to stay quiet, so you started picking at your nail beds.

"What, no comments to make over there?" Ghost finally managed after a few minutes.

"About what?" you asked, noting that Ghost saw you were acting differently.

"Anything, the weather, asking what we are doing next, fuck even something about how my mask is pointless from an optical perspective. Just something, you're always chatty." He said, frustrated because he wanted to hear your lighthearted voice ring through the truck.

"What if I just don't want to talk?" you asked, looking over, meeting his eyes for only a moment.

"You're making a bad habit of lying to me when it comes to you."

"I'm not lying" you bit back, starting to get snappy.

"Then what is your reason?" he pushed, not backing away from a little bark.

Looking through the window you quieted down and managed a response, but not one you wanted to give.

". . .My mouth makes me a liability, it can get me in trouble, and it did. I'm not exactly ready to go looking for more issues."

"That's what this is about? Seriously?" Ghost asked, almost sounding relieved that it wasn't something worse.

"Yeah" you said, feeling small because of his reaction.

"I was reminding you of your place, not telling you to shut up."

"You're still my superior sir, I shouldn't run my mouth, it's disrespectful." you tried to defend. Knowing full well it was a terrible defense at best.

" You know damn well that's bullshit. We are on a team; I need everyone at one hundred percent. I know for a fact when you aren't talking, you're mentally tearing yourself apart. That can't happen in the field." Ghost explained.

"How . . . Soap that mother fucker" you said, hearing your own words against you. Only telling Soap that when you're quiet you're usually not doing good on the inside.

"Don't blame him, I would have gotten that information eventually."

"Why do you even care?" you asked, managing to look back over at your L.T.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" he asked, giving you another glance.

"No, you need me at the top of my game in the field."

"There you go" he said, almost in a protective tone like a father might say it to his kids.

"Then what do you want to do about it?" you asked, knowing Ghost probably wouldn't go for what you actually needed.

"I'm not in your head, what do you need?"

"Ghost, I can't ask those things of you" you said, looking to your lap.

"Do I have to order you?" he asked with a firmer tone.

"You really want to know?"

"Jesus, just spit it out."

"Pull over" you said, knowing it was pushing an order.

Ghost just nodded and did as you asked. Now stopped he gave you his full attention. Taking a deep breath, you told him.

"I need to hear you say that you don't hate me . . . and a hug."

You met his gaze and saw something in his eyes, some sort of understanding, and not a single ounce of rejection. Even still you felt the need to walk back your words.

"I can go to Soap if you don't want to," you said.

"No, it wouldn't mean as much from him."

Only managing to hum in agreement with the man. Looking back to his eyes he spoke.

"Y/N, I do not hate you . . . I actually quite enjoy your company." Ghost spoke, letting the British slip through a little more than usual.

His words caused tears to well in your eyes, never spilling over, but noticeably there.

"Thank you"

"Now get out of this vehicle and come get your hug." he said with warm eyes.

Practically jumping out of the truck you ran over to Ghost's side, where he stood, towering over you. Not even waiting for a confirmation that you could touch him, you leaped up, giving him a koala hug. Ghost was shocked but he had found his hands under your butt as you clung to him.

"Ok there, you Koala we need to get back on the road" Ghost teased, before letting you drop back to the ground.

"Yes sir!" you responded suddenly feeling so many different emotions.

Back on your game, you leaped into the truck with a smile on your face.

"Feeling better?" he asked after you were driving again.

"Much, thanks again Ghost."

"You know you can come to me, right? It doesn't just have to be Soap" he said, glancing in your direction again.

Ghost was watching you, he didn't usually keep looking over. Normally he would just drive, but you could see that something was different. So, when you responded you tried to match the weird vibe, he was giving off.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind . . . you know the mask isn't a bad thing, even if it isn't practical."

Taking a moment to let your words sink in a little, Ghost responded.

"You never wonder what's under it?"

"I never said that, but I figure it has to do with your issues, just like I have mine. Regardless, it's still a version of you . . . I still get to know a piece of you." you finished off quieter than you started, but Ghost heard you.

"That's a nice way to think of it," he said, soothingly.

You hummed in agreement and turned to the window, looking out to see a sunny, cloudless sky.

"You know, the sun is nice, but the sky is much prettier with clouds." You said, not meaning for it to be deep, but Ghost held your words close to his heart.

"Sounds like a good motto for life," he said.

"I suppose it is," you agreed with a smile.

The rest of the drive back to base was quiet aside from your little comments. It was nice, for both of you. So, when the base finally came into view you couldn't help but be a little sad you won't be able to spend more time with the man.

Sadly, you couldn't stop time, so you climbed out of the truck and greeted the rest of the team with a smile. Ghost seemed to disappear the second you didn't have an eye on him. Probably off to his room. But that was ok, you were happy with the small moment you shared in the privacy of that vehicle. Only hoping you would have the chance to see more of him in the future.

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Thick Queen (Simon "Ghost" Riley X Thick Reader)

A/N: Not much to say, just hopin all of ya are having a good day!

Summary: Weight comfort from our favorite Ghosty boy. Established relationship when domestic Simon comes home to see you feeling bad and helps you feel better.

Warnings: Swearing, Self-doubt, Bad self-image, Light illusions to sex (ONE mention of face riding)

Word Count: 1.1K

You were deep in your mind, you had just caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and it sent you down a small spiral. What you thought you saw wasn't pretty. The mirror pointed out all of the things that made you hate yourself. You hated your weight, I mean your legs were crazy fucking strong, but that was all you felt you had.

"Why can't I just be skinny like all the other women" you thought out loud to yourself.

You felt like everything you did just backfired, you were eating the way you were told to and getting plenty of exercise, but it never changed anything. The reflection of a mirror was just showing you everything you hated about yourself.

The tears started to well up, but none fell over the edge, you had to pull yourself together. It was almost time for Simon to get back to your shared room, and you wanted too strong for him. So, forcing yourself to look back at the mirror you checked to make sure you looked presentable.

Speaking of the devil, there he was, and nothing slipped past him. He could immediately tell that something was off. You met his eyes, and he practically read your mind. Figuring it was about how you looked, he asked anyway.

"What's wrong Princess?"

"It's impossible to get a single thing past your amazingly stupid senses" you muttered.

"That doesn't answer my question Love" Simon said, closing the door behind him as he took a few more steps into the room.

"It's nothing, just hate mirrors right now."

"Did you not like what you saw in the reflection?"

"No, but it's so ridiculous that I can do the same work as everyone, hell I even eat the same, but they are still skinny and I'm just . . . I mean look at me Simon, I am not as good looking as they are" you let out, it hurt, but you thought he deserved better than you just because of the way you look.

"Hey, nothing is wrong with you, and who cares what they look like, I sure as hell don't care, I like you just the way you are, you my perfect girl."

"You really don't think me being heavier is something to be . . . I don't know ashamed of?" you asked sheepishly.

"Fuck no, you my thick queen, your curves make you stand out, and look way better than any of those skinny wenches. When you dress up, I swear your curves drive me feral."

At this point Simon was close, staring you down in a way that made you sort of accept his opinions on your curves. Giving him a small smile you joked,

"I mean I can agree that my ass can drop men to their knees"

"Can confirm that one Love" he said, most likely smiling under his mask.

"Thank you Simon, I really appreciate it"

"For you my Queen, anything." He said firmly, before running his hand through your hair lovingly.

"Would anything, include a kiss before you go and clean up?" you questioned, with a small smile.

"It would"

Taking his mask off in a flash, he moved to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You were pleasantly shocked before kissing Simon. He was passionate but he was holding back a bit. You were the first to pull back, staring into his eyes telling him you loved him without saying a word.

"I'll let you go wash up," you said, jumping down from his strong grip.

"I'll be back in 20" he responded, giving your ass a light tap before escaping to the bathroom.

Then you were alone again, but the thoughts didn't bother you as much. You had Simon, and that wasn't going to change. So instead of spiraling into a bad mood you pulled out your phone and pulled up a silly game. It distracted you until Simon was done and walking out of the bathroom.

"Still in that pretty little head of yours?" Simon asked.

"Nope, you fixed me for a while." you responded.

"Eventually I'll make sure you won't ever forget how much I adore your curves."

"What exactly are you planning in that devious mind of yours?"

"Oh Love, trust me I have plenty of plans for you, but I have a funny feeling a little massage might be nice for you."

"Mmmm, you know me too well Simon."

"I bet you're probably too tired to sit on my face anyway" he said with a devilish grin.

"Hey" you slapped his arm "I know that is your attempt to get what you want but I'm not taking that challenge."

"mhmmm"

"Tonight" you said, giving him a cheeky grin back.

"Sooooo, tomorrow?" he asked.

"Sure Si, but only if I feel that massage you promised."

"I'm on it Love."

Sharing a short laugh, Simon crawled on top of you, straddling your legs. Giving him the perfect vantage point. Ever so gently you felt his massive hands slide your shirt up your back. immediately he got to work, kneading the meat of your shoulders and back. Holy fuck did it feel good, the same hands that could kill with ease were carefully working out the knots in your back. Every so often a moan would fall from your lips, it wasn't on purpose, but you could feel Simon reacting above you.

He carried on for a little while longer before giving you two short taps on your back before laying down next to you. Immediately he was pulling you into a spooning position.

"Thank you Simon"

"Anytime Love"

The cuddling continued and slowly you felt his hand moving over your stomach. Internally you cringed and sucked in, but Simon knew, he always knew.

"Relax, honey"

Muttering to yourself you complied, trying to push the self-doubt out of your mind. To be his good girl.

"I love you Y/N, every single part of you." Simon said, giving your tummy a small but loving squeeze.

"I love you too Simon, no matter how many scars you may bring back to me."

He only hummed in response, but that was more than enough. Exchanging I love you's with Simon was a rarity, but it always meant that much more. Slowly I felt his hand start to trace a figure eight on my belly, but this time I decided to take comfort in it, it was Simon. You knew he would never hurt you on purpose. With that sleep started to poke at the edge of your mind.

"Sweet dreams Love" was the last thing you heard before drifting off into sleep.

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Nightmares in the Field (Simon "Ghost" Riley X Fem Reader)

A/N: Hello everyone! Hope your all having wonderful days, I already have a nightmare comfort posted for Simon, but I feel like this one is plenty different from the other one.

Summary: Nightmare comfort from Simon before you get evacuated from the mission you had just completed. Reader is used to nightmares, but this is the first time Simon woke her up.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of nightmares, soft Simon, nightmare comfort, swearing

Word Count: 1.5K

Nightmares were a common occurrence amongst the team. Working in the military left all of you with scars and ghosts of your own. But this time it was different.

The mission was successful and there were only a few minor scrapes and scratches. The team was just waiting for evac now. They would come get you in the morning, but there was still some time to kill. Everyone was drinking and playing games, knowing the job was done and done well.

Soon though, everyone started to get tired and move to their respective sleeping places. Everyone except Ghost who was probably on the roof watching the perimeter. Poor man never let his guard down. Regardless of that thought, you found yourself sleepy and wanting to go to bed too.

With that, sleep soon came with malicious intent. It was normal for the team's nightmares to lighten up in the field because they couldn't sleep as deep, but tonight you got royally fucked. Images of blood and death flashed in front of your sleeping eyes.

That was when you were suddenly jolted awake to a hand covering your mouth. You almost started fighting before a wonderfully deep British voice interrupted you.

"Calm down love", taking his hand off your mouth he continued "you were making noise in your sleep, needed to quiet you down a little."

"Oh . . . Thanks Ghost"

"Come" he said, motioning you to follow him.

Accepting the fact that you could use some air, you got up and followed him. Ghost guided you to the roof, where he had been before. He found his previous vantage point and sat down silently; you followed shortly after.

The thought crossed your brain on how he even knew you weren't sleeping well if he was up here, but he practically read your mind.

"Price radioed me to get you, said you sounded like you needed someone." Ghost said.

"And that someone was you?" you questioned.

"I'm the only one lucid enough to deal with it aren't I?"

"Yeah, I suppose that's right."

Slowly Ghost's eyes watched your every move, seeing how nervous you looked. You could feel him watching, and at first you didn't like it but after a little while he looked away. Missing his gaze, the second it went to sweep your surroundings.

Ghost was a patient man, not forcing you into anything you didn't want. He just waited for you to finally speak up again.

"I don't want to talk about it" you said, forcing back some tears as the nightmare flashed through your mind again.

"That's fine . . . do you need anything else I could help with?" he asked, knowing he would have gone to the ends of the universe for you.

"Hug?" you asked with a weak voice.

Ghost nodded, shocking you momentarily by the acceptance of physical contact.

"Thank you, Ghost," you said, moving closer to him.

"Simon, call me Simon" he said

"Simon" you repeated before making a split-second decision.

Knowing that the awkward side hug wasn't going to cut it, you quickly straddled his lap, and buried your head in his chest. The act made even Simon blush under his skull balaclava. He tensed at the action, and you felt it. But he also relaxed after a few short seconds. This man would never deny you affection, so he just wrapped you up in his warm embrace.

Not a single tear fell from your eyes, but damn was it close. He could feel how you held onto him; it was as if he would disappear if you let go. Simon knew first-hand how terrifying that was, but he also knew that he could only be there for you if you wanted it.

After a minute you finally released him, pulling back only to look into his deep but dark eyes.

"Feeling any better Sweetie?" Simon asked.

Internally you noted how much Simon's pet names affected you before responding.

"Yeah, a little" you said, looking away from his gaze.

"So, you just enjoy my lap then love?" He teased.

"Shut up" you whined as you crawled off his lap and into a sitting position next to him. A light blush evident on your face.

"There's my girl" he said, you didn't miss the way he spoke almost lovingly.

"Loving up the pet names, are we Simon?" you lightly teased.

"Only with you pet" he responded, and you swear you could see a smile under his mask.

You met Simon's eyes, almost begging for his little praises.

"In that case, I guess you can keep calling me them" you said before looking around the perimeter and eventually to the stars.

"Only in private doll" he said, waiting for you to meet his eyes before giving you a small wink.

"Simon . . . does that mean you want to spend more time with me in private?" you were testing boundaries, but it didn't seem like Simon wanted you to stop.

It took him a few moments to fully think out what he was going to say.

"Yes Y/N of course I want to spend more time with you . . . you're a wonderful person, frankly I'm shocked you even speak to me. but that is beside the point. Your smile could light up my whole world, so if you're giving me a chance to see that more, I could never refuse." Simon usually never spoke this much, but the way his words played with your heart strings was too much.

"I don't even know what to say Simon" you replied, stunned.

Gently placing his hand under your chin, lifting you to his gaze.

"Tell me if you want this . . . I mean truly" he said.

"Yes, yes of course" you responded, still unsure that this is even real.

With that Simon pulled you back onto his lap, as you let a a small yelp.

"Thought you didn't want me on your lap" you joked, grinding on him a little.

He couldn't even respond, just let out a growl as he grabbed your hips. Keeping them in place instead of letting you tease him. Looking deeper into his eyes you saw something that said "not tonight."

"Trust me I love you on my lap princess, but I can't give you my full attention like I would want to."

"Seems like your attention is already on me."

"If I kiss you, will you get off my case."

Simon was playing dirty, and he knew it, staring you down as he waited for your response. Slowly, he moved his hand up to adjust his mask just above his lips.

"Only if I can get more later" you said, transfixed by Simon's soft looking lips.

"Since you asked so nicely . . . I might consider it" he joked.

That was when he leaned in. He didn't give you what you wanted, not quite yet. Instead enjoying the sound of your hitched breathing as he was millimeters from your lips. Your breath mingled for a moment more before you couldn't take it anymore.

"Simon please" you begged, that was the last straw for him

The next thing that you knew his lips were on yours. You were shocked at how gentle he was, passionate, but gentle. Quickly he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss. You let him take control without a fight, instead enjoying how amazing he felt against you. Simon's tongue gently explored your mouth as his hands started to roam all over your body.

Sadly, the spectacular moment was shattered by the fact that you were mortal and needed air to live. Simon pulled back first, his eyes saying he wanted more, but you guys were in the field and were not in the right place for this.

That is when you took the moment to breathe again. The nightmare was gone, you felt more in control, and safe by Simons side. Relaxing into his body you spoke

"Thank you"

"Any time love are you going back to bed?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so" you said, dragging yourself off of Simon, and up onto your own feet.

"Can you make it down there alright?"

"Who said anything about sleeping down there? I'll be back with a blanket or two."

"Of course, you're sleeping up here" he muttered to himself, with a small smile.

Quickly you bounded down and then back up the stairs, returning in a flash with blankets to keep you warm. Also throwing on another hoodie. Simon had found a different vantage point, but he was still waiting for you.

A moment passed and you were by his side, fluffing up the blankets and wrapping them around yourself. Simon was a smart man, you noticed that he had removed the tactical gear on his thighs. Rightly assuming you would lay your head on his lap before you slept.

"You okay with this Simon?" you asked, getting ready to lay on him.

"More than okay, get some rest" he replied letting one of his hands fall into your hair.

"Goodnight Simon"

"Goodnight Y/N"

Gently you drifted off, the repetitive motion of Simon running his hands through your hair giving you a sense of peace. That night the nightmares left you alone, and when you woke in the morning Simon was still watching over you, keeping you safe.

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Mistakes (Simon "Ghost" Riley X Fem Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Got another one for Ya, let me know your guy's thoughts : )

Summary: A mission goes sidesways and you wind up with a bullet in your side. Simon is worried about losing you. (Established relationship). Your call sign is Razor. (Also found it hilarious for reader to be nicknamed as the sharpest member on the team but get injured)

Warnings: Mentions of death, hospitals, Simon saves you from dying.

Word Count: 1.9K words

Not even 12 hours into your new mission things decided to get difficult. Task force 141 was assigned to gather intel on the locations of missing missiles. It should have been a simple in-and-out mission, get the info from the computers and run out before anyone noticed. But noooooo, it had to be hard today. You were being tracked by Price who was watching you down the scope of a sniper rifle. He saw shit go sideways before you could even tell anyone.

"Shit Razor's in trouble" Price said over coms, getting the attention of the whole team.

"What happened and where?" Ghost asked trying to stay calm.

"She is in the office upstairs; her piece must have gotten knocked out. I can't see her anymore; one of em dropped. The second I don't know" Price proceeded to say.

Ghost didn't copy, he just started sprinting toward you. His mind was racing with so many thoughts, were you alive or dead? Would he be too late?

Soon some rustling came through the coms, and your voice broke through,

"Guys?" you asked weakly.

"Oh, thank Fuck" Ghost said slightly relieved "What's going on?"

"Shot . . . fading" you managed through a bloody cough.

"Don't you dare fucking die on me Raz" he threatened

You tried to speak but didn't get far "try . . .ing"

Next was Price. "Hey hon he's so close just trying to focus, evac is 5 minutes out," he said

"I'm in the building" Ghost said nerves building as he hadn't heard a peep from you in a minute.

"Good, get her out of there" Price ordered, knowing Ghost would have done it anyways.

Quickly he made his way up to you, seeing your eyes starting to droop.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm right here, going to get you out of this." Ghost said as he carefully tried to pick you up.

You stifle a scream of pain in his chest. In a flash, Ghost was holding you and carrying you out of the building. He managed to shoot his handgun at any shadows that threatened the two of you.

"Got her Price," he said over coms, as you guys made it through some back alleys.

"Good, you know where evac is, get her there now," Price said.

"Working on it, out," Ghost said

Your eyes were not open at the moment, but the pain kept you aware of some things.

"Please try to keep your eyes open for me luv," he said, knowing you hadn't faded completely yet.

Opening your eyes slightly you watched Ghost's eyes as he desperately tried to get you out.

"There you go," he said.

Weakness was hitting you hard now, it just seemed easier to close your eyes for a second, but that would almost be a death sentence right now. Heading out of town and towards the tree line he spoke again,

"One minute out Price"

"I'm waiting for Ya" Price copied. "Chopper takes off the second your here, medic on standby."

Not responding, Ghost pushed himself into a full-on sprint, but that movement is what put you out, eyes slowly closing. You fought but consciousness eluded you.

Feeling you go limp in his arms Simon screamed. Just then is when he cut into an opening with choppers running. Quickly the medics were on you, and he was forced to give them some space. However, he stayed in the same Helo as they lifted into the air.

Instead of Price, this time it was Soap trying to comfort Simon as he watched field medics trying to stabilize you. The flight felt like hours but in reality, it was maybe 20 minutes.

Soap's comfort was almost useless as Simon retreated into his mind, watching the love of his life fade away was hard. Price tried to get him in the other chopper, but his insistence was short because your life hung on the line.

Once on the ground again Simon followed you to the hospital. It was the worst week of his life. The doctors got you stabilized but you had a lot of internal damage that required heavy drugs, and two separate operations.

Regardless Simon waited for you to wake up. The doctors gave you a fifty/fifty shot of waking up, but the team said otherwise. You were a fighter, this wouldn't put you out, it couldn't.

Price or Soap was almost always there to give Simon time to rest his eyes, but he barely took them up on it. He had to be there if you woke up . . . or flatlined again. The higher-ups were told, and Ghost was given a preemptive two months off with you, but that was if you made it.

Eventually, the day came around though, and your eyes slowly fluttered open and then closed again because of the bright lights. Before you knew what was happening the lights were turned down, and someone was at your side, holding your hand.

As you opened your eyes again you saw that it was Simon, looking up at you with tears on his water line. Attempting to speak you said,

"Hey, you" came out scratchy and bad sounding.

Even if you didn't sound good, Simon hearing your voice calmed him a little. You made it, you were alive. Finally awake and lucid. In a flash, he got you some water and was back to staring at you as if you might disintegrate.

"I'm so glad your awake Y/N," Simon said quietly.

"I'm sorry Si" you weakly replied after taking a small sip of water.

"All that matters is that you're here now."

"How long?" you asked before drinking even more water, realizing how dry your mouth was.

"Six days and three hours" Simon responded solemnly.

"Are you ok?" you ask, knowing that it must have been hell to watch you in such a state for so long.

"Now that you're awake"

Slightly adjusting your position Simon caught you wince in pain, but before he could speak a word you motioned for him to come sit on the bed with you.

"Here," you said, with a small tug on his arm to lay with you.

Moving ever so carefully he laid down, still looking at you like you could fall apart. A silent blanket of comfort covered the two of you as you stared at each other.

It wasn't long before Soap came in, it was his usual Ghost babysitting time, but he was shocked to find you awake.

"Hey there Y/N" Soap said.

"What's up Johnny?" you asked growing more lucid as time went on.

"Not much but glad to see you alive again" he lightly joked.

"Same here" Simon mimicked.

"Now that you're here it's time for Ghosty boy over there to get some sleep. I'm kicking you out for an hour. Price will agree so don't even fight it." Soap said, getting into a dominance battle that Simon was too tired to win.

"Go get some sleep Simon," you say, placing a gentle kiss on his masked cheek.

"Fine" he submits to your kiss before getting up and leaving the room for a little bit.

Suddenly it was just you and Soap, and you were glad because you didn't have to hide the pain nearly as much around him. It would have been concerning for Simon to see, but with Johnny, it was less important to protect emotions.

"Did I die?" you asked, wincing at how painful it was to speak. Soap's eyes softened and he took a minute to respond.

"Twice"

"Fuck" is all you could say. "Did he sleep at all?"

"Maybe an hour since both of you got here, he never left your side unless he was pulled away" He responded.

"How do I fix this," you asked weakly, suddenly wishing for more pain meds

"Don't worry your head about it, the two of you have two months' leave to figure that out," Johnny said. "And I can get you a doc, if need be, you look in pain, Hun."

"Yes please," you say through half-gritted teeth.

With that you were alone for a minute, it was painful but damn it if you weren't going to push through it. You were a Razor, sharp and deadly, this wouldn't be your end. A moment later Soap was back with a doctor who had meds.

"It hurts but do not knock me out" you warned the doc.

"You sure?" She asked.

"I have my man waiting for me" you replied thinking of Simon. The doctor just nodded in response, probably not liking but also appreciating how you put on a brave face for those around you.

With that, she pumped you full of painkillers. It filled you with a woozy feeling, but you had to fight harder to stay awake when you were being evacuated. So, this was a piece of cake in comparison.

Eventually, the rest of the task force came through your room, Soap temporarily being your protector from all of the poking and prodding. Usually, it was Ghost, but he needed rest. By the time Price made his way in and out you were thinking about Simon. Wondering when he would be back.

It was only an hour and a half since he left but Simon came back in with clean clothes, and looking a little bit rested now. Soap didn't have to be told; he just knew the minute Simon was back that he needed to leave you love birds to figure some shit out.

Only a few moments had passed before Simon was at your bedside, observing you again. It took you by surprise that he found his spot on your bed, where he was before he was kicked out. j

"Simon" You started, but before you got far, he cut you off.

"Shh, I have to tell you something. I have been thinking a lot since you have been here . . . I can't stand to lose you. So, I was hoping that you could answer a question for me."

You were slightly confused but nodded for Simon to keep speaking.

"This situation made me think long and hard about us, and . . . I was wondering if you would marry me?" He asked a little timid.

Before you knew what you were saying you agreed. The even more shocking thing was that Simon was pulling out a ring. It was unexpected, you wouldn't have thought he had the time to get one unless he was thinking about it for a while. Gently he placed the ring on your finger.

"If either one of us dies I want the world to know that we belong to each other," Simon said gently, as he pushed a stray piece of hair from your face.

"I love you, Simon," you say, looking up into his beautifully haunting eyes.

"I love you too Y/N" he responded.

That was it, it was the pair of you against the world now. It would take to recover before you could go get married but even being engaged to the man meant so much to you. The rest of the day was filled with small talk and sweet nothings from Simon. Even after he knew you were ok, he didn't leave your side until the doctors discharged you. This man was your person, and he just confirmed he would be there for you forever.

#simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #mentions of death #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #141 x reader #fem reader

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Sleepless Nights (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader)

A/N: Thanks for all of the support everyone! I made a post the other day talking about being back and this is it!

Summary: Reader has a nightmare and goes to Ghost for comfort, but it eventually leads to more.

Word Count: 2k

Jolting up, your eyes flew open. Managing to strangle the scream that came from your mouth. This was not a good night. The nightmares that plagued you had taken a turn for the worst. It was brutal.

Usually, it was haunted images of yourself being tortured, but this time it was Ghost. He was at the end of a sharpened blade that had no mercy. The next thing you knew the shadow slit his throat and he was pushed down to the floor where his limp body sprawled. It was horrifying.

As the images flashed through your brain again you started shaking. attempting to calm yourself down you told yourself "Everything is ok." but your mind could stop telling you to go find Ghost.

It was illogical in every sense of the word, he was a trained killer, and definitely hard to kill. Still though you had to see that he was alive and well.

You found yourself outside his door in moments. Thats when sense kicked in. "what the hell am I doing here" you thought. "He's my lieutenant, and for fucks sake it 1:30 in the morning. It would be crossing so many boundaries. I mean sure we are close but that doesn't mean I should be here. But fuck I won't be able to sleep if I don't know."

Finally kicking yourself in the ass you knocked once. You knew he was a light sleeper, and the knock should have been loud enough.

In a moment a sleepy but annoyed Ghost was at the door.

"What?" he asked gruffly.

"Nightmare" You almost whisper "I had to see you were alive."

"Well, here I am" he responded in a slightly lighter tone.

"Yeah" you manage "Sorry for bothering you."

Before you could walk away Ghost put his hand on your shoulder,

"It's fine, come in . . . I'm not that big a wanker." he said "you can talk to me if you want."

With a small smile both of you went and sat on Ghost's bed. Both of you got comfy, leaning up against the headboard. Taking a small breath, you started talking.

"I know it's weird, nightmares shouldn't bother me. I mean I'm an adult. But either way long story short I saw you get tortured and die and I needed to make sure you were still here." You spoke but weakly.

"It must have been bad," Ghost says.

"I mean yeah . . . The worst was when . . .your dead body was just . . . there . . .a bloody corpse." You were whispering at this point.

Ghost wasn't a man of many words. It was a wonder he had already spoken so much, but this time he just wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side. It was slightly awkward, but you made it work. Without even thinking you spoke,

"Simon, I can't lose you."

Your words hit Simon in his heart. His name falling off your lips was beautiful, but the fear in your voice is what got him to speak up.

"Luv, you know I don't die easy . . . especially not for you." He spoke.

"You mean that Ghosty?" You asked, looking up into those deep eyes of his.

He hummed and nodded in response. It was enough for you. This was his way of showing how much he cared. Though he never words it Simon secretly harbored feelings for you. However tonight was different. You came to him seeking a friend and comfort not for combat training or other assorted military problems. That is what prompted some of his last words for the night.

"I'm really happy you came to me. But it is late, so you need to try to get some sleep."

Simon moved away from you to turn off the bedside lamp. Then moving to pull you under the blankets with him. You started to protest.

"But I should go back to my room, someone will notice if I'm not there." you whine.

"Shh, sleep" he grumbled.

"I'll get in trouble."

"I will make sure you won't."

"Fine" You huffed "if you promise."

"I promise" he replied "Now sleeep"

"Night night Ghosty boy" you hum, content to snuggle into Simon's massive body.

"Goodnight, Y/N"

He relishes in the feeling of your warm body curled up next to his. Soon both of you drift into a nice sleep, dreamless but peaceful.

Morning came faster than Simon wanted it to, he had an internal clock that kept him from sleeping in. However, waking up to you wrapped around him made him never want to leave the bed. Simon's mind told him other things though. He promised that you wouldn't get in trouble, so he shifted away from your sleeping body. Getting up he opened his door and checked the halls.

No one was up, and that led Simon to his next actions. Gently and with so much care he picked you up and brought you back to your room. This was the easiest way to do things, "hope she just thinks it was all a part of the dream" he told himself. Finding a way to play down his emotions at every turn before he tucked you into your own bed. Leaving only after taking in the beauty of your sleeping form once again.

Your eyes fluttered open, a gentle light coming in through your bedroom window. Wait, this was your room. "I was with Ghost" you thought to yourself. But maybe it was the dream, either way you were going to talk to him about it at some point today.

That proved harder than you thought. Ghost was avoiding you today. Every time you got a glimpse of him it was always as if he was leaving for some reason.

You were so frustrated, not even getting to speak a word to him all day long. It was normal for you to do training and weapons checks together, but none of that today. It got to a point where you just retreated back to your room and hid, not bothering to come out for dinner.

Ever perceptive Simon noticed you didn't show, the cold shoulder treatment must have gotten to you worse than he thought. It wasn't his intention to hurt you, but he had a pattern. People that got close to him would die, so he was trying to defend you he reasoned. Deep down Simon knew that he fucked up though. You loved to come and talk with the guys during meals. Missing this meant he hurt you.

Slowly trying to figure out a way to fix this Simon made up a plate of food and began walking towards your room. As uncertain as he was, he knocked on your door only to get no response.

"Y/N? Are you there Luv?" Simon called out.

Still silent, and then there was a little movement and the door opened for Simon to see a teary eyed, messy haired girl that looked like she needed a hug. Immediately he felt terrible for what he did to you.

"Oh Sweetheart, I'm sorry" he started but before he got another word out you pulled him in a bone crushing hug.

"Why?" You asked, pulling away from Simon, suddenly remembering he hated being touched.

Before any more words were exchanged, he slowly entered your room and shut the door behind him. Taken aback you gave Simon a look of confusion. In your mind he was upset at you, probably for interrupting his sleep the other night. But he set down your plate of food on a counter, and spoke,

"I'm not mad at you, if that's what your pretty little brain is thinking over there."

"Then why didn't you want anything to do with me today?" you questioned.

"I thought it would have been for the best . . . People die when they get close to me." He finished.

As much as you wanted to be mad that he was pushing you away, you knew this was really hard for Ghost. He didn't do emotions and caring, but he was now. Just for you.

"Just because it has happened before doesn't mean it will happen again Simon."

"I know, but that doesn't make it any easier." Simon responded, hating the way he rationalized pushing you out of his life.

"I may not get it but please don't push me away. Even if all you want is a best friend." You say, knowing that your feelings for the man might complicate that. However, if that's what he needs, then that's what you'll give him.

Taking a moment Simon processed your words, he saw the way you were hurting yourself just to be there for him. Ever observant, your little crush on him didn't go unnoticed by him. That being said, he picked his words carefully.

"I don't want a friend; I want a companion." he said, looking deep into your misty eyes.

"What?" you asked somewhat shocked.

Without speaking another word, Simon moved his mask, so it lay just above his lips, and he leaned down to give you a gentle kiss. Something he didn't know he was capable of. In shock you didn't know what to do, and he could almost sense it.

"I want you" Simon whispered in your ear, making your knees almost buckle beneath you. "But only if you'll have me."

"Of course, Simon," you almost whispered, "just try not to push me away again."

"Never again Luv, never again." he said, giving you another small peck on the lips, before pulling his mask back down again

With that the two of you got comfy in your room. It wasn't as awkward as your midnight adventure, this felt right. Everything seemed lighter. Neither of you told each other how much you really felt but just asking for a companion was enough.

Breaking down Simon's walls was going to be difficult, but his show of passion and care for you made you ready to wait forever to see the man acting domestically.

Eventually the two of you were sprawled out on your bed, watching something stupid on TV. The show was half forgotten as Simon couldn't take his eyes off of you. Not in a particularly sexual manner, more in a way of memorizing every part of you in his mind. It was sweet to see his eyes so soft in his exploration of you.

Watching him was intoxicating to you, but the end of the night rolled around quickly. Soon it was time for sleep. It seemed as though neither of you wanted it to end though, so in a moment of confidence you ask,

"Did you want to stay here tonight?"

Taken aback Simon looked to your eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty but it wasn't there.

"Not worried about getting in trouble anymore?" He joked.

Going red you realized how forward you question really came off.

"I mean yes . . . but no, I don't know. Just answer the question Simon"

"Sure . . . but don't get any ideas, the mask stays on," he responded tentatively.

"That's a given" you responded, unsure where his mind went.

Seeing the sincerity in your eyes the two of you got comfy on your bed. You found yourself with a leg thrown over his waist, and an arm wrapped around his torso. It was shocking when Simon relaxed under your touch, pulling you impossibly closer to him. That was how the two of you slept for the night, never not touching each other in some way.

Until morning rolled around and then you were subjected to camera flashes and giggling. Not even opening your eyes you could feel the room was full of people watching the scene in front of them.

Price and Soap got some pretty good photos of the sleeping pair until Gaz forgot his flash was on. That was how Simon woke up, almost throwing you off him in embarrassment.

"What the Fuck" He growled mainly at Price.

"Ghost needs some more beauty sleep?" he snipped back.

"Get of my fucking room" you said with a sleepy voice.

"Fine, fine, everyone out" Price called to the small group of four other guys.

"Thanks Price," you say

"Took the two of you long enough" he said as he shut your door behind him.

"Remind me to get you a better lock for that door" Simon said before adjusting his mask to give you a small kiss.

"I could get used to this"

"What, being woken up by the team taking photos?" He joked

"No, I meant waking up with you" You smiled.

"Same"

The morning was slow, each of you taking sweet time to get dressed in gear for the day and enjoying the presence of each other. Simon snuck kisses all over your face, neck, and shoulders before you left to meet the team for the day. Both Simon and you were content, there was peace for a moment. All that mattered was the two of you.

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #fluff #nightmare #comfort #hurt/comfort

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Back at it again!

Hello everyone! Sorry for the long break from writing, but I'm back! I have a few short fanfics I will be putting up in the future. Sadly, I will be moving away from Supernatural as my interests have changed. In the near future I will be writing about Call of Duty MW2 characters. Just wanted to let everyone who follows me know.

Hope all of you are doing well! <3 <3

#folowers #back at it again

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Facing The World (Hotch X Reader)

Authors Note: Hello everyone! This is from a different fandom than what I normally write, so I hope people can enjoy. From what I know A lot of Supernatural fans also watch or at least know what Criminal Minds is. But if you guys want me to stick to the Supernatural content, let me know. Otherwise enjoy : )

Summary: You have an off day and don't want to face the world, but Hotch comes home and helps

Warnings: None

Word Count: 594 (sorry its short, but I have college finals, but still wanted to write and this is the result)

Today was one of those days, you were technically fine, but facing the world was hard. So far, you have only left your bed once. You wanted to get up and do something but you were in your head, and everything seemed difficult. Right now what you wanted was a person to help you. That person just so happened to be Hotch. But he was busy with work, and not wanting to bother your beloved boyfriend you just sat there, thinking. You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn’t hear your phone go off.

It was your boyfriend, but you didn’t know that. You were caught up in finding the patterns on the ceiling. There was faint music playing in the background but your mind was gone. As your profiler boyfriend had pointed out, you had a tendency to dissociate when not having a good day.

~Hotch’s perspective

It had been hours since texting Y/N, and she had yet to text back. Hotch knew what this meant, you were having a rough day and more than likely had no idea he had even texted. It was a slow day, and he had no need to fly out on a case, so he made the decision to take the rest of the day off. Letting everyone know he was leaving, Hotch walked out the door.

~Your perspective

Your mind was gone, the ceiling was still the focus of your eyes. But you had sunk into a happy space, brain filled with images of dragons and flying. You were so gone that the noise of the door didn’t make you stir.

“Sweetie? You there?” Hotch called.

Immediately you focused, realizing that your boyfriend was calling for you.

“I’m in here” You responded

Walking in, Hotch asked “Are you doing ok?”

“Meh, I’m here, but my mind is elsewhere. The world just seems scary right now”

“You want to have a lazy day? I want to help make you feel better.” Hotch said

“A lazy day sounds nice, can I have cuddles?” you ask

“Yes of course you can have cuddles, did you want to put on a movie too?” he asked

“Sure”

Eventually you moved from the bed, and picked out a movie. Hotch on the other hand was changing from his work suit, and getting some small snacks. He knew that you probably hadn’t eaten today, and figured it might help.

After a few minutes, Hotch was back with food and ready to let you curl up next to him. The movie started and you ate a few bites of food before laying your head on Hotch’s chest. He just let you lay there and took comfort in the fact that you had eaten and now seemed to be less spacy. The movie played and soon came to an end.

“Feeling any better?” Hotch asked

“For sure” you respond.

“Good enough to get out of bed and do something? You don’t want to completely lose the day” he said.

“What did you have in mind?” you ask, sitting up.

“Maybe a short walk? It is nice out today, the sun is shining and the sky is blue . . .or at least it was when I left work” Hotch said with a smile.

Giggling, you responded “sure, let's go for a walk around the block”

“Great! But maybe we should change out of comfy clothes so we don’t look like weirdos” he said with a small smile.

And with that the two of you got out of bed and faced the scary world together.

#criminal minds #reader #fluff #x reader #y/n #cute #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #daddy hotch #aaron hotchner #hotchner #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #hotch x reader

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Drinking Games (Dean X Reader)

Authors note: Hey guys! first off I want to say thank you for all of the support, I have been getting a lot of support and I really appreciate

Summary: You play drinking games with Sam and Dean and end up slipping up and admitting out loud that you liked Dean.

Word Count: 1016

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, and minor allusions to sexual content

We all drink from time to time, sometimes it is to blow off steam, other times it's just because everyone else is, so why not join in. This was one of those times where Sam and Dean had started drinking, so you joined in. Just for funzies you decided that drinking games were a good idea. This time around you thought that truth or drink sounded fun.

“Hey, we should totally play truth or drink” you suggest in a moment of boldness

“Since when did you play drinking games” Dean asked, laughing a little bit in the process

“Since now! I want to experience teenage stupidity” You declare

“Teenage stupidity isn’t worth it Y/N, things will be said that no one can take back” Sam warned.

Looking over at Sam you gave him a look. He knew that you had a crush on the eldest Winchester and you thought that this was what he was alluding to.

“Well, I guess we'll just have to see,” You say, moving to get more drinks.

After you get back from the kitchen you pour some shots and set them all on the table.

“Who goes first?” Sam asked

“I was the one who suggested this so I think its only fair that one of you gets the first truth.” You state

“Ok, I’ll go first, hit me Sammy” Dean said.

“Ummm, I don’t know man . . . What was the last thing you googled?” Sam asked.

“Easy! Porn.” He declared. “Ok Y/N, at what age did you lose your virginity?”

“ . . . 18 . . .” You say, uncertain.

“That took a little while to answer sweetheart, you sure?” Dean asked

“Well yeah i’m sure, it's just embarrassing” You state. “Anyways, Sam is your turn, the biggest lie you have ever told.”

“Nope, I’d rather drink,” Sam said, taking the first shot.

“Damn, got something to hide there buddy?” you asked, now genuinely curious.

“I guess you’ll never know.” Sam said with a wink. “Dean, have you ever practiced kissing someone either in a mirror or otherwise?”

“I’m gonna drink on this one” Dean said, taking the shot like it was nothing.

“Well I guess we know the answer to that one” You say quietly

“I never said anything Y/N, who knows what i’ve done. But anyway, next question. Out of the three of us, who would you rather kiss?”

“Dean” you said quietly for anyone to hear.

“I didn’t hear that,” Dean mocked.

“Nevermind, i’m taking the shot” You declare, throwing the drink back even though you were already pretty drunk.

“Ok then” Sam said, a bit worried but still down for a fun time.

“Sammy, have you ever been caught having sex?” You ask, ready to get all the attention off of you.

“Yes, Dean, do you have a crush on anyone right now?” Sam asked, shamelessly trying to figure out the dirty details on his brother.

“I’ll take the shot.” Dean said before asking you the next question “What color panties do you have on right now?”

“Black” You state.

This continued for another 10 to 15 minutes before Sam decided he had enough and walked off to his room for the night. After that you and Dean were left to your own devices. By this point you managed to take 5 more shots and boy you were plastered.

“Deannnnn” You whine as you attempt to stand up.

“What?” he said, watching you fail to move.

“I can no walllk” you say, slurring quite a bit

“I see that” Dean said matter of factly.

“Cawwy me” you demand

Standing up, Dean moved over and picked you up. “Where too sweet cheeks?” he asked.

“Bed pwease” you say, as you rest your head on Dean’s chest.

“Ok” He said, walking you toward your room.

As soon as you got the Dean practically threw you on the bed. You flopped around for a minute as he watched. Once you got comfy you looked up to see Dean still there.

“Hewwo” You say, wavin lazily.

“Hi,” he said.

“Whatcha doin?” you ask giving him a sideways look

“Just looking at you,” Dean replied.

“Why?” you ask

“Because you look pretty” He stated

“Nooooooooo” you say, waving your hand in dismissal. “You don’t mean that”

“I heard you Y/N, the first question you took a shot . . .I heard what you said.” Dean said as he moved to sit on the bed next to you.

“Oh shit” you say

“I like you too Y/N, I like you a lot.” he stated

“Really?” you questioned “well then what the hell are you doin? I want cuddles.”

He laughed, looking back into your eyes.

“You're really drunk, I hope you know that nothing will happen, I won’t take advantage of you when you're like this.”

“I know, but I can still have cuddles right?” you ask, slurring a little again.

“You can have cuddles, but if I can, I would like to change into something more comfy.” Dean said.

“Oh yes, you go change. I’ll be here waiting for all da cuddles” you say happily.

“Ok, i’ll be right back sweetie.” he responded and with that Dean walked out of the room.

After he left, you laid on your bed thinking. You knew that you were super drunk, but the fact that Dean liked you too felt amazing. Normally your mind would have started racing with all sorts of crazy what ifs. But thankfully your drunk mind just let the happy thoughts slip in. Soon Dean came back, dressed in sweats and a thin white tee.

“Nothing happens but cuddles” Dean said, as he climbed into your bed.

“Mhmm” you say with a nod.

As soon as Dean got comfy though you were all over him. Yes it was still cuddles but your arm was wrapped around his torso and your legs were thrown haphazardly over his legs. You got comfy super fast, and passed out in under a minute. Dean was left there trapped underneath the body of his longtime crush and hunting companion. With a smile on his face, Dean fell asleep too.

#sam #supernatural oc #supernaturalfamily #supernatural #dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #x reader #y/n #reader #fluff #deanwinchtser #dean x reader #dean x you #sam x you #sam x reader #drinking #drinking games #drunk

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Period Comfort (Sam X Reader fluff)

Authors Note: Not much to say here aside from enjoy!

Summary: Basically you spend the day in bed with your boyfriend Sam helping you deal with period pains.

Word Count: 621

Being a woman sucks. Not all the time, because you have curves and get looks from time to time, but getting your period is the most painful thing in the world. You get to exist in a whole week's worth of pain, feeling emotional and unstable. This wouldn’t be too big of an issue if you lived on your own but living with Sam and Dean Winchester means constantly hunting and going out to do things. Now admittedly with Sam being your boyfriend it was easier because he knew you more intimately, but still he doesn’t understand the pain.

From the beginning of the day, you knew that nothing was going to get done. It was a stay in bed kind of day. You had gotten a couple of movies picked out to put on the TV and took a shower, so as to feel a little bit cleaner. Just as you were getting back into bed, you heard the door open.

“Hey sweetheart” Sam said, walking in.

“Hi,” you respond waiting for the eventual question on why you were in bed

“Sooooo, planning on staying in bed all day?” He asked, practically reading your mind

“Lady problems” you say back, getting comfy under the blankets

“Oh, your period started?” Sam questioned

“Mhmm, and it sucks” you confirm

“Well, you know what this means . . .” He says with a cheesy smile

“Nooo?” You ask

“We get to enjoy movies and ice cream all day!” Sam exclaimed, hopping into bed next to you.

“Really? I get that this is the first time I've had my period since we started dating, but at the least I expected you to say eww, or like hide from me.” You say, knowing that you tend to snap at people more around this time of the month.

“Your not my first girlfriend Y/N, I know how this stuff works” He said gently

“Ok, but fair warning I might get snappy” you warn, before grabbing the TV remotes again.

“I can deal with snappy” he says with a small smile “Now, what are we gonna watch?”

“Welllll, I have Amityville Horror in, sooooo hope you won’t get scared” You joke, before pressing play.

The movie played and you and Sam got comfy, by the end of the movie you were practically laying on Sam, using his body as a personal heating pad. Your cramps had crept in about halfway through the movie, and now that it was over, you wanted to get an actual heating pad.

“I need a heating pad” You said to Sam, as he got up to switch out the movies.

“I can go grab you one” He responded after putting the next movie in.

“That would be amazing, and while you're out getting stuff, could you get that ice cream you offered earlier?” You ask

“For sure” He responded, only leaving after giving you a quick kiss.

Within a few minutes Sam was back with your heating pad and two big bowls of ice cream. He handed you both of them, and moved to plug in the heating pad before placing that over your tummy. He then got back in bed, and took his bowl. You quickly adjusted the heating pad to hit the right spot, before digging into the ice cream.

“Thank you baby” You say, grateful that Sam was being so sweet.

“Yeah no problem” He responds, giving you another kiss.

The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion. Sam would get you whatever you needed and the two of you would stay cuddled up watching movies the whole day. By the end of the night you made it through around 4 or 5 movies, and overall you felt good.

#sam #supernatural oc #supernaturalfamily #supernatural #fluff #reader #x reader #y/n #sam winchester #cute #movie night #periodt #hurt/comfort #comfy and cute #winchester

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Arrested (Sam X Reader)

Authors Note: Hello everyone! This is by far the longest post I have done so far, hopefully it lives up to expectations, but I would love to hear feedback. Please be kind tho. Anyways Enjoy!

Summary: Friends to lovers short story, about hunting a vampire and getting arrested in the process. There is fluff at the end, but mainly is about the hunt.

Word Count: 2.3K

“What the fuck are you doing?” You whisper yelled at Sam.

“I’m getting us into the morgue” Sam whispered back.

“Sam! We could get arrested for this.”

“Of course we could, half of our existence is illegal” He responded, giving you a funny look before opening the back door to the building.

“Well duh, but still, there are cops here, and this is dangerous!” you say, before eventually following Sam in the building.

“Y/N, we will be fine, plus we have a job to do” Sam said, slowly and quietly closing the back door, careful to not make a sound.

“Fine” You say, giving up and getting to work, finding the body you needed to look at.

Normally you wouldn’t have to break into a morgue like this, but for some reason the usual cop ploy didn’t work. Dean said that he was an off duty cop from out of state, and wanted to know about what was happening, since the deaths were so suspicious and weird. Sadly the cops around here were so stuck up their own ass that they couldn’t let any details slip.

This led you to where you were now. Sneaking around a building full of dead bodies, looking for the one that was mangled so you could try to find clues. All you knew right now was there were four bodies that were supposedly animal attacks. Though the suspicious way they disappeared made all three of you think something else was happening.

“Hey” you whispered “Over here”

The body you were looking for was right in front of you. Opening the little door, you pulled the shelf with the body out.

“You ready?” Sam asked. Knowing you weren’t good around dead and mangled bodies.

“No” you reply, before pulling the white sheet back to look at what was left of this poor man.

“Ohhhh” You say, reeling back from the body. His whole stomach area looked like ground beef.

“Yeah, that's bad” Sam agreed, as he put on gloves before looking closer at what used to be a human.

He looked and moved some pieces around. Noticing something small around this guy's nail, Sam moved to get some tweezers and looked closer. Then without warning he dug underneath and pulled out another nail that looked like a werewolves. Next, he opened the mouth and saw holed for fangs to drop down.

“Well this is super weird” Sam said, looking up at you. “He was a werewolf.”

“Whoa, what the fuck would do this to a werewolf?” you ask, genuinely shocked

“I have no idea” He responded.

“Well I guess we should report back to Dean and get researching” You say, recovering the body before slipping back out the door.

Quickly and without sound, the two of you snuck out and back around to the car. Sam hopped in the driver's seat, and you jumped in next to him. Next thing you knew, he was speeding down the road back to the motel room.

“Well, that is super weird” Dean said, after hearing what Sam found.

“Yeah I know, I mean maybe this could be werewolf fights or maybe it could be some really screwed up vampire.” You say, thinking out loud.

“It could be vampires but it would have to be one fucked up vamp for that” Sam said.

“Maybe, but would that make it harder to kill, or not?” You ask, genuinely curious.

The conversation continued and eventually through some research and asking around it was decided that this creature had to have been one screwed up vampire.

The next step was to figure out where this thing was hiding. Dean spent time driving around and getting the lay of the land. Then he came back and we all went out to scout abandoned buildings, almost looking for a fight.

Now of course problems had to start. Just as you were about to check one of the last few buildings Dean spotted a car tailing you. After the bad conversation with the cops, you guys were expecting a cop to come around and find us. This just happened to be the best of times. Next thing you saw there was a siren behind you and a loud whooping sound. Terrific, time to get arrested for no reason.

“License and registration” The woman asked, looking in the window.

“What did I do, officer?” Dean asked in a slightly mocking tone.

“Get out of the car sir.” She said,

“Why, what am I under arrest for?” Dean said

“Harboring two fugitives in your vehicle” She responded in a harsh tone.

Not wanting to raise any alarms as the woman's partner was in the car, All three of you get out of the car and turn around. Time to get the cuffs.

“Don’t say a word” Sam said to the both of us, making sure that no one is incriminated.

Both You and Dean nod in Sam's direction. This was always the routine when getting arrested, staying quiet until one of us can pick the locks and cause a distraction to get the others out.

The next thing that you knew all three of you were in the back of cop cars. Sam and you in one, and Dean in another. Apparently they looked at the tapes of when you and Sam snuck into the morgue to find the body. They were confused on why, but they arrested all of you anyway. On the ride into the station, they asked questions and were trying to get you to talk, it didn’t work.

This was far from the first time you had been arrested but you were still stressed. Sam helped though, you and Sam had a complicated relationship, but he always helped when your stress got out of hand. Even though you weren’t speaking, he looked at you and mouthed for you to breathe, and you did, slowing down and focusing on how fast you were breathing. By the time you got to the station, you were calm enough to deal with all the shit that would happen next.

“Out” The lady officer said to you, getting you out of the car, and into the building.

Next they got Sam and Dean. Everything was going to be fine, you thought to yourself. You were walked into a makeshift interrogation room, and left to your own devices. 20 minutes later, the lady officer walked back in and started asking all sorts of arbitrary questions.

After around another 20 minutes she walked out, essentially giving up for the time being. This left time for you to get to work. Quickly and quietly you pulled a bobby pin from your hair, and started picking the cuffs. Eventually you got them off and walked to the door. Slowly you opened the door and slipped out. No one noticed or cared, so you walked over to the restroom which was 5 feet away. Next thing you knew you were out the back window. Time to go raise some hell to get the cops out of this place. Sneaking even further away from the station, you got to work and started causing issues.

~Time Skip to 2 Hours Later

“Took you long enough” Sam said jokingly as you got him out of the cuffs.

“Well you know causing trouble isn’t exactly in my nature” you shot back.

“Yeah, to be fair that is normally Dean’s job” He said.

“True, True.” You say, “Oh, and you know, starting a building on fire is a bit harder than I thought”

“Wait . . .What?” Sam asked

“Well you said get the cops out of here” You respond, before getting into Dean's interrogation room.

“You started a building on fire to get all the cops out?” Sam asked

“Mhmm,” You respond, getting to work on Deans cuffs

“Damn, that's badass Y/N” Dean said.

“Thanks” you start, “but next time it's one of your jobs to get us away from the cops”

“Ok” The boys say in unison.

Now that everyone is out of cuffs, the real work starts. It was time to go hunt down that stupid vampire. Everyone walked out of the station and all hopped into the car, which had been towed to the pound, that just so happened to be not even a full block away.

Not even fully bothered by the cops now, all three of you went on your way to the next building to get that vamp. Thankfully you didn’t have to go far to find out that this building was the one where the vampire was hiding.

The hunt went smoothly which was rare, Sam and you went around back, while Dean went in the front. The monster was sleeping the day away and barely even knew that we were there before Dean managed to chop its head off.

After a difficult day the three of you ended up hopping immediately on the road to find a motel to stay at. The cops knew that you had slipped out by now, so it would be smart to get out of the state if possible before settling in for the night.

“I’m tired” you say from the back seat.

“Then sleep,” Dean responded.

“I can’t . . .I need a pillow or something” You say back, just wanting to be comfy for a while.

“I could sit back there with you, and you could lay your head on my lap,” Sam offered.

You thought for a moment, it was a bit weird that he would offer something like that, but you didn’t exactly want to say no. Sam always did stuff like this for you, and by now your feelings for the younger Winchester had grown.

“Ok” you say, before stifling a yawn.

“Well I need gas so hold on until we get to another station.” Dean replied.

Eventually you guys pulled up to a gas station, and Dean got out to pump gas. Sam then moved from the front to the back seat and you got comfy. Taking off the seat belt you curled up and rested your head on his lap. This was nice you thought to yourself.

“Sweet dreams” Sam whispered as he felt you relax even further on his lap.

“Mhmm,” you hummed in response, making him smile.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in a comfy bed, under warm blankets. Initially you were shocked, but then assumed that Sam had carried you in after you fell asleep in the car. This was nice, the fact that he didn’t wake you up, like Dean would have was nice. You smiled before moving a little, getting ready to get comfy again. But then you felt something else, there was another source of heat in the bed. Opening your eyes, you saw Sam lying peacefully next to you.

Thinking this the best time for a move, you adjusted yourself so that your head was resting on Sam’s bare chest, and your legs were wrapped around his. He was normally a pretty light sleeper, but somehow you managed not to wake him in the process. With pleasant thoughts running through your mind, you managed to slip back into sleep.

~The Next Morning.

“Wakey, Wakey, love birds” Dean yelled, making you jump awake.

The smile on his face was too big, you could have slapped it right off him. Then you realized what he said, and what you had done last night. Immediately you jumped out of bed, moving so fast that Sam practically fell off.

“So, how was your little snuggling goin?” Dean inquired, only pushing your buttons further.

“It’s none of your damn business” You snapped at him.

“Man, why did you have to ruin it” Sam whined from the bed, still not getting up.

“What?” you asked, oblivious to the fact that Sam liked sleeping in the same bed as you.

“Oh, did poor Sammy not get his morning lovin” Dean mocked.

“No, because you ruined it, so get out!” Sam half yelled back at his brother. Throwing a pillow in the process.

“Fine, Fine, I’ll get out of your hair, so you and Y/N can finally start dating” Dean said, moving to walk out of the room.

“Bitch” Sam yelled as Dean finally got out.

“Wait a minute, '' he said dating . . . You like me like that?” You immediately asked Sam.

“Yeah, it's pretty obvious at this point. I mean, who else would I let fall asleep on my lap in a car.” Sam said, half awkwardly.

“Oh, yeah I suppose, but why didn’t you say anything?” You asked

“Cause I didn’t know if you were open to dating considering that we kill monsters for a living.” He responded, finally leaving the bed to get dressed.

“Well, does that mean that if I said that I wanted to go on a date with you, you would take me?” You asked, still shocked by all that happened this morning.

“Of course you silly goose” Sam said, as he booped you on the nose.

“What the fuck man, so much wasted time” you thought out loud.

“Mhmm”

“Wait . . .if you are going to take me on a date I have the right to do this then!” you declare, walking up to him. You stood on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around him, you kissed him.

There was an initial moment of shock, but it wore off fast and Sam kissed you back. Once it was over the both of you stepped back and looked at eachother.

“I have been waiting for that for so long, you have no idea,” Sam said.

“Well now you can do it whenever you please.” You say back as he moved in for another kiss.

After getting arrested for breaking into a morgue, and dealing with a vampire who absolutely shredded werewolves, you had a temporary happy ending. With that you blissfully enjoyed the rest of the moment. Relishing in the fact that Sam was going to bring you out on a date.

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Catch Me If You Can (Dean X Reader)

Authors Note: Hello, and welcome all! As per usual now I welcome feedback, but please be nice. Other than that I think that I am going to fully commit to posting at least 2 or 3 times a week if not more. But I thought I should throw that out there.

Summary: Basically you and Dean have a play fighting match and you win. This leads to some flirty action and eventually some more fun! This is more of a fun fluff, but there isn't too much lovey dovey stuff, just playing around.

Word Count: 982

Today was supposed to be a relaxing, normal day. Well as normal as it could be considering you lived and hunted with Sam and Dean Winchester. But all things considered It could be worse,you were only trying to prove dominance to the boys. Being a girl, you constantly felt the need that you could play the boys games, this led you to where you were now.

“Y/N you are obviously weaker than me, it's nothing against you, but I am a man and my muscles are like twice the size of your arms.” Dean said in a joking tone, not realizing that it affected you.

“Fine then, if you think you are so much stronger than me I challenge you to a fight!” You declare, thinking you could possibly manage to take down the hunter.

“Are you kidding me?” Dean asked

“No, I want to fight you! I think I can kick your ass.” You respond.

“Fine then, but first we should get Sam, we need a judge to declare me the winner” he said in a sassy huff.

“Ok!” you say firmly.

In your mind you thought this was a stupid idea, but it would be funny. You had a plan, it was a brilliant plan. Dean thought brute force was the way to win, but you knew his moves and how to avoid them. Suddenly Dean entered the room, Sam in tow behind him.

“Are you two really gonna do this? I don’t want to be dragging either one of you to the hospital.” Sam said with a sigh of exasperation.

“Yeah, but don’t worry i won’t be the one crying by the end of this” You say eyeing up Dean and getting ready to tackle him.

“Bring it on sweetheart.” Dean challenges, narrowing his eyes and getting ready to come at you.

“Fine, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . GO!” Sam yells, waving his hand in the air.

With that you and Dean ran at each other, he tackled you to the hard ground with a thump. It hurt but not that bad, you guys were playing with each other. He pinned you to the ground almost immediately but before he could get both of you hand you managed to maneuver your legs so that you could thrust your hips and throw Dean completely off of you. Taking this moment of opportunity you crawled to your feet and so did he.

The next time he came at you, you were ready. Side stepping his attack, you followed him as he stumbled slightly. You had him, this was your chance! Jumping on his back you quickly put him in a choke hold that he couldn’t get out of. This was your shining moment.

“And Y/N outsmarts Dean! Ladies and gents we have ourselves a winner!” Sam yells, proud he taught you well.

Dean tapped your arm and you let him out of the hold. With a beaming smile, you hopped off his back and looked at him.

“You were lucky” he grumbled

“I just know your moves good sir.” You reply.

“Finee,” Dean says.

“Well now that this is over I am going back to my room” Sam said with a small smile.

“Heyyy, no hard feelings Deanie, we are still good” You say, lightly punching his shoulder as you walk off.

“Yeah, I suppose, but I almost had you pinned there.” Dean said, smirking and giving you a wink.

“Well maybe you could pin me down somewhere else” You say before disappearing, leaving Dean shocked.

You and Dean had always teased eachother like that but for some reason this time Dean couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

~The Next Day

“Hey Y/N” Dean said, standing in the door frame of your room.

“Hey. What's up Deanie?” You ask, closing your laptop and looking over at Dean

“I have to ask you something,” He said.

“Okkkkk, well come in and spit it out” You respond

“So about yesterday . . . I was wondering if you meant what you said”

“Meant what? The no hard feelings part?”

“No” He started “The part about pinning you down somewhere else”

“Dean, are you asking me if I want to fuck you?” You ask with a smile on your face, which has turned slightly red at this point

“Well, I mean yeah . . . I guess that's what I’m asking” He said, moving his hand to rub the back of his neck

“Well . . . realistically . . . yeah. But I don’t do one night stands with friends just so you know.” You respond, waiting for some sort of response.

“OK, well that answer’s my question.” Dean said, moving to walk out of your room

“Hey! Get your butt back in here. You can’t just do that.”

“Do what? I had a question and you answered it.” He responded, moving back into the room to look at you.

“You can’t just walk in, ask if I would want to fuck you and then leave, you have to explain yourself.” You explain, waiting with baited breath for a response.

“Um, well I was wondering because I didn’t know if you actually liked me in such a way . . . I was going to ask you out.” Dean said, looking down at his boots, Losing the usual blinding confidence.

“Dean, look at me.” You say, waiting for him to listen before you say anything else. “I would love to go on a date with you, but only if you're sure this wouldn’t ruin the friendship that we already have.”

“Really?” He asked baffled

“Yeah” you say, standing up and moving over to him.

Knowing full well this would make him blush, you kissed him, and immediately ran past him down the hall.

“If you want another, you're gonna have to catch me” You yell, already a good 20 feet or so ahead of him. And with that, Dean smiled and took off after you.

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A Drive and Some Pie (Dean X Reader Fluff)

Author Note: Hello everyone, this one is a bit shorter, but enjoy, and let me know your thoughts. As always please be kind, and happy readings

Summary: This is a short Dean fluff, basically you go for a ride with him and end up at a diner. Eventually you spill your feelings for him, and you wait for his response with baited breath.

Word Count: 679

“Deanie!” you yell out

“I’m right here” he says not 3 feet behind you

“Oh sorry, I thought you were in your room” you say with a giggle

“Well I’m not. . . so what did you want?” Dean asked, moving to sit down next to you

“I have a question . . .you want to go for a drive?” You ask

“Y/N, have you met me, I always wanna go for a drive” he said with a small laugh

“Sweet!” You exclaimed

“Woah, hold your horses there darling, where exactly are we going?” Dean asked before you managed to run out the door and to Baby.

“Oh, I have no clue, but I’m sure you’ll think of somewhere in the car!” you practically yell before running away from poor Dean. He was bewildered and left shell shocked at your weird behavior but didn’t think too long before catching up to you.

You beat Dean to Baby and hopped in the passenger side of the beautiful car. Today was nice out and it was rare that you got to take a joy ride without having to worry about the next hunt. Yes you had spent plenty of time in this car, but this was different. This was more time to just spend with Dean.

He hopped in next to you and started up Baby, letting the engine purr for a minute before taking off into the sunny day.

The second you got on the road, your mind started racing. Dean and you had a complicated relationship, and because of your line of work neither of you had ever thought about dating before. That was true until the thought popped into your mind earlier in the day. You had asked Dean to bring you out on a drive so that you could talk to him about starting a committed relationship.

“Sooooooo, you gonna tell me what's going on up in that pretty little brian of yours?” Dean asked

“Maybe” you teased jokingly.

“Ok, well would you like to tell me as we drive further, or you want to get some food?” he asked, knowing full well that you can never say no to food.

“Well, food sounds nice, i could go for a burger or maybe some pie” you say with a smile

“Ok then, pie and burgers it is” Dean said, as he took a right down some road you didn’t recognize.

The drive was short and within 10 minute you were at a small diner. It was time to talk. Your body was a mess with nerves but you played it off cool, because you knew that Dean wouldn’t make you feel bad even if he did turn you down. That was just the kind of person that he was.

“Ok, I am gonna get the bacon cheeseburger and a slice of granny's apple pie. What about you?” Dean asked, looking up from the menu.

“I’ll get the same” You say with a gentle smile.

“Okkk” He said, before waving down a nice looking waitress.

Dean ordered the food for the both of you and got some water, and pop too. After the drinks came, you finally decided to open your mouth.

“Ok, i’m just gonna spit it out.” You started, “I enjoy working with you, and living with you, and doing all sorts of stuff with you, and hell we have even slept together before. So With all that being said I was wondering if you might want to start a committed relationship?”

“Well, I see why you were so antsy in the car,” Dean said. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts he started again “I think that might be something we could try. I mean we both know the difficulties of hunting, so I can’t guarantee that it will work out, but we could give it a shot”

“Oh thank God” you say, Dean smiling as you sigh in relief

“Well, I guess this would technically be our first date then” he said giving you a sly wink

“I guess it would” You respond with a bright smile.

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #dean #fluff #supernaturalfamily #babbyyyyyyy #cute #reader #x reader #y/n #dean x you #dean x reader #deanwinchtser #spn

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Saved By an Angel (Castiel X Reader Fluff)

Authors Note: I spent some time on this so hopefully it is good, enjoy! And feedback is welcome but please be nice.

Summary: A hunt gone wrong (I know its a basic bitch idea but shoosh) Castiel comes to save you and get scared at how close you were to death. I guess considered hurt/comfort and then a bit of fluff by the end.

Word Count: 1397

Today should have been normal, you had plans to finally take a rest day, but you were called half way across the state for a hunt. Sam and Dean had told you that there was a nest of vamps that they wanted some help with. Normally the boys wouldn’t ask for help but you had a sneaking suspicion that a certain angel was the reason they had even thought to you.

Although hunting wasn’t new to you, the boys were the people to introduce you to life. For about two years you hunted with them, learning from Sam and his researching techniques, as well as some scams. Dean also helped, but less with the technicalities but more in how to handle your weapons. Before meeting the boys your experience with guns was small. Dean helped with that, teaching you not only how to shoot but how to make bullets and clean weapons. Hunting in general required a lot of knowledge, learning to pack salt into shotgun shells was particularly more difficult than you thought.

After hunting with them for so long it was only a matter of time that you met Castiel. The angel that changed your life. The moment you started speaking to him you found that the two of you quite enjoyed each other's company. He would endlessly spit facts about humans that he found strange and you found funny.

Soon however when you stopped working with boys as much, you saw the angel less and less. You were sad that he never popped into your room when you weren't working. I mean come on he was an angel, he had to at least keep tabs on you every once in a while. You missed him, and little to your knowledge he missed you too.

Thinking of Cas you slipped in and out of focus. The group of vampires you were hunting had got you. There was a huge cut down your sides, spanning from your lower right ribs all the way to just above your belly button. It was bad, there was so much blood. Too much blood. In your mind the thought of death was close. The only thing that could save you now was Cas. But who knows if he would even get here in time. Silently you prayed to him, screaming in your mind that you needed help.

The boys didn’t have any time to check on you as you could still hear sounds of a struggle somewhere on the other side of the dark room. You couldn’t tell for sure because your eyes had failed you. The searing pain made it almost impossible for you to focus on much of anything aside from the concrete lying centimetres from your face. Man if only your angel could come and save you.

Within seconds even staying fully aware of your surroundings was impossible. Accepting your fate, you slipped into the unconscious world. Your eyes fluttered shut, the last thing you saw was the pool of blood that your almost lifeless body lay.

But before you could fully slip away you felt that familiar flutter of wings. There was a breeze of air somewhere to your left. Hopefully he had gotten there in time.

~The Boys perspective

“Man she’s been out for a while, are you sure we don’t need to bring her to a hospital?” Sam asked

“I healed her, she should just be resting” Cas stated, void of all emotion.

“Cas it been 2 days. . . are you sure she will wake up?” Sam asked again.

He was worried about you. Sam had always liked you the most, the two of you had shared a love of knowledge, and communicated regularly. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, you could be in a coma or some sort of angelic time capsule. Forever there, but never awake.

“She will wake up,” Cas said with more determination.

He couldn’t lose you. Cas new he fucked up by never reaching out to you. He missed his sweet girl.

~Your perspective

The pain, it was gone. Though your eyes had not opened, your mind was awake. You remember what happened, the pain, and the thought that you were dead. But no, you felt your fingers twitch and feel the soft blanket you laid on. You could feel the eyes watching your every move, and when your fingers twitched, there was a noise that sounded like a chair scraping against the floor.

“Y/N?” Dean asked

Your eyes fluttered open and though your mouth felt dry you attempted to speak

“Hi” you managed through a scratchy voice

“She’s alive!” Sam said with quiet enthusiasm.

“Mhmm” you groaned.

“Where is he?” you asked, wondering where the angel had gone off to.

“I’m here” Cas said from the doorway

Without a word he moved towards the edge of your bed, and sat down. There was an unspoken agreement made at that moment, he would never let you slip away from him again. After such a close call he knew that you needed to be in his life. Staring into his bright blue eyes, you moved to grab and squeeze his hand.

“Thank you” you managed before looking at Sam, signaling that you wanted something to drink.

Without a word he briskly walked off to the bunker kitchen to grab a cool glass of water. He also dragged Dean with, Sam knew how you felt about Cas and wanted to leave the two of you be.

“Cas. . .” you started

“No, before you say anything I have to tell you something” Cas said. “I am sorry, I am so sorry, I should never have left you in the dark like that. When you left I thought that you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore and I saw that I was wrong. When you called for me and I saw your lifeless body lying in so much pain and blood I couldn’t stand it. Y/N I can’t let that happen again, I need you to know that I care about you and I want to make this right.”

“Cas, you did nothing wrong, I could have reached out too” You said. “And I am sorry about what happened too, I know it couldn’t have been easy for you. But right now I just need some more rest, can we maybe talk about all of this later?”

“Oh yes of course, I know your human body needs to recuperate from what happened, but I want you to know that I will be here and that I care about you, I am not leaving.” He said, before moving to a chair in the corner of the room.

Almost immediately after Cas had finished talking Sam walked in with a shit eating grin on his face. He walked over and handed you the glass, pulling a straw from behind his back and throwing it in, making a smile appear on your tired face.

“Good luck, he’s a real keeper” he whispered before letting you drink the water in peace.

With that you slipped back into a peaceful slumber. Happy thoughts running through your sleeping mind.

~The Next Day

After a restful night of sleep and Cas doting on your every need, you finally got up and out of your bed. Your body was sore, but you didn’t have any marks left. Although if Cas had left a scar, it would have been cooler. Dean had always loved showing battle scars. Secretly you thought it was just because he was proud to show off his abs though. With those funny thoughts in mind you made your way into the kitchen for some food. Moving to the fridge, you saw that dean had made some bacon and put it on a plate with a sticky note reading

“I saved you the best pieces : )”

Smiling, you grabbed the plate of bacon and walked back to your room. Cas was waiting and as you ate the bacon, the two of you talked about the night before. There was plenty of conversation about relationships, and by the end Cas decided that he was going to take you out on a date. Dean had obviously told him what to say and do but it was endearing.

This was your temporary happy ending. A hunter's life is one of pain and difficulty, but now you had Cas to help you through.

#supernatural #supernaturalfamily #supernatural oc #cas #castiel #sam #dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #reader #y/n #fluff #hurt/comfort #hunting #dean x reader #dean x you #deanwinchtser #sam x reader #sam x you

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Movie Night (Markiplier X Reader fluff)

Authors Note: Hi everyone! this is my first ever fanfic that I have shared to the world. So I welcome feedback as I would like to grow but please be nice. I send much love to all that enjoy my short story.

P.S. - No hate to Amy, I love her too, but I still enjoy Mark fanfics

Summary: Mark X Fem Reader. This is a short fluff piece about enjoying a nice after work movie with your boyfriend Mark.

Word count: 950

It was a long day and I was more than ready for it to be done. I had gotten a lot of homework done and I even worked tonight. After leaving my job I got home at about 11:15 pm. I worked the night shift and got home around this time normally. I slowly trudged in the door and kicked off my boots. Not even looking, I locked the door and went up to my room, throwing my bag in the corner.

“Hey princess, how was work? I heard my boyfriend Mark ask behind me. I huffed and looked at him in minor annoyance.

“That bad huh?”. I made a half-assed noise in confirmation before flopping onto the stuffie filled bed.

“You feel like talking about it?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“People are tupid” I moaned into a mix of pillows and my massive collection of fluffy animals.

“That's the real world for ya” Mark said in response.

“Well I’m ready to forget all about the real world and escape into my own world” I said finally rolling over to look Mark in the face.

“I could help you with that,” he said with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, sitting up and slipping into a slightly better mood.

“Yeah!” Mark responded happily “Depends tho…What do you want to do to escape the real world?”

“Ummmm, I think a good movie and cuddles would be nice.” I said thinking of the movies that we could watch.

“You want to watch right now or you wanna do your own thing for a bit?” Mark asked, full well knowing I wanted to shower and eat some food before actually getting anything done.

“You know me too well” I said, poking Mark's bicep before crawling out of the fluffy mess. Moving to go get a towel ready for a hot shower.

“Ok well come find me when you're done and we can have a killer movie night!” Mark said with enthusiasm.

Nodding you moved towards the bathroom to turn on the hot water. Stripping of my stinky work clothes. I turned the temperature nozzle to a nice hot temperature, not hot enough to burn, but hot enough to melt away the stress of the day. Moving your tense body into the shower provided an almost immediate release of stress. Working in general takes its toll on your body. Sometimes you wonder if it's really worth it, but the decent paycheck keeps you from moving on.

Letting all of these worries wash away under the pelting water was very pleasant. Soon though your hair was all washed and so was the rest of your body. Although you were excited for a movie, stepping out of the shower and into the cold air was not fun.

Fluff soon surrounded you as soft pants and Mark’s over-sized T covered your body. After getting your hair brushed through you looked at yourself once more in the mirror and walked towards the kitchen. Once in the kitchen your body moved straight towards the fridge finding your favorite apple still sliced up on a plate. Quickly you grabbed the apples and stole a protein bar before moving to the living room where you knew Mark would be waiting.

Slowly padding your way into the living room you were met with a pleasant surprise. Not only did you find your loving boyfriend but you also found all of the blankets in the world spread out on the blow up mattress.

“Tada!” Mark exclaimed. “I made a big ole floof mess of a bed!”

You smile as you watch Mark beam at his creation.

“Thank you baby, it looks wonderful!”

“Why thank you” He said “I got around 50 of your stuffies, and at least 7 blankets out here ready to be laid upon by the both of us.”

“Dudeeeee you're the bestest” I said before moving closer to Mark and kissing him softly on the lips.

“Mhmm” he hummed happily in response. “The only thing that I didn’t do was pick out a movie though, I didn't know what we might wanna watch.”

“Well, during my shower I thought the same thing, and BeetleJuice sounds nice.” I say with a smile before moving towards the bed and blankets.

“Oh! I see you in a funny spoopy mood” Mark responded as he looked through the movie piles and grabbed the one we wanted to watch. He quickly moved to pop the disk in and then climbed under the blankets next to me.

“Yeah and?” I asked jokingly before grabbing the remote.

We both had a quick laugh as the movie started up. As the ads played I got comfy and curled up under the blankets, and moved to lay my head on Mark’s chest. I heard a happy hmm vibrate through his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. Considering that work was not fun I was happy to spend time with my favorite person.

Occasionally we laughed at the funny scenes in the movie but aside from that we stayed silent. Just enjoying the company of each other. Mark was your person and he knew that you had been struggling recently so the gentle smile he saw on my face made him relax a little bit more.

The movie concluded and so did the night, after enjoying the film both you and Mark moved to the bedroom. Picking every one of the blankets and stuffed animals up and gently throwing them on the bed. After there were a few goodnight kisses the two of you cuddled up and got ready to sleep the rest of the night away.

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