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ANYTHING WITH GAZ PLSPLSPLSPLSPPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPS

Knight Gaz

Tags: Fluff, forbidden love, royal au

WC: 274

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

A/N: Anon how did you know I was desperate to write for Gaz? He’s so cutie pie I love him. Anywayyy here’s some Knight!Gaz!!!!!!!!

Knight!Gaz who is your sworn protector. By law he must do as you say and die honorably for you, which for him is a dream come true. Ever since he lay eyes on you, he was smitten. You want to walk in the garden? He’s there with you, listening to your soft melodic humming as you enjoy the freshly blooming flowers.

Knight!Gaz who knows his love for you is wrong. As a knight, he is sworn to never take a wife, never have children. But when he’s with you, he can’t help himself but imagine it. Small babes with your eyes, his smile. The thought distracts him greatly.

Knight!Gaz who entrenches himself in training, trying desperately to keep you out of his mind. It does little, of course. But he won’t allow himself to abandon his sword for the day, knowing that if he did, he may abandon this life all together just to be with you.

Knight!Gaz who is filled with pure disgust when your potential suitors come to see you. He deems them pathetic, not nearly of the necessary quality to be anywhere near you, let alone a husband. He hates them all severely, wishing that he could do as he pleased and pitch them right off the nearest cliff.

Knight!Gaz who sits with you in your chambers at night, listening to you complain about the men who came to see you. He can’t help the small smile that creeps onto his lips. He can’t tell you, he never can, but to know that in some universe, he could be yours and you his, he is happy.

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It had been far too long since you fucked with Johnny.

Nothing felt right. Nothing that you came up with would give him an aneurysm and you couldn't be doing with that. It had to be good. It had to be downright evil.

It struck you while you were sitting in your car during your oil change. You had seen videos on tiktok about pranking boyfriends by buying "premium air." It was perfect. Just the right amount of stupid while still being reasonable enough to get him to believe it.

Johnny looks like his head might fly off and leave steam seeping from his neck where his head used to be. But he's not mad at you. No, not you. He was going to hunt this prick down.

"Where'd ya go? Hmm? Wha' slimy bastard made ya shill out £300? I just wanna talk to 'im. That's all." He trembles as he tries to cool his tone, the last thing he wants is for you to feel guilty about being tricked. Little does he know he's the one getting scammed here.

"What do you mean? Premium is good right? I figured it was worth the money." You bat your lashes at him, playing up the innocent act as hard as you can. You know he’ll fall for it easy.

“Premium AIR? AIR?” Johnny looks so utterly bewildered and borderline homicidal you almost feel guilty. Almost. “That son of a bitch is playin’ tricks, Love. He’s swindled ya. I’m killin’ ‘im. That’s it, I’m killin’ ‘im.”

You can’t hold it in any longer, the giggles escaping and turning into a hardly contained snort. “Johnny just- just relax” you choke out, trying desperately to school your face.

“You- you’re fuckin’ with me.” He turns away petulantly when the realization settles in. “You’re the absolute worst, ya know that? The absolute worst.”

“I’m not that bad” you chuckle, turning him around.

“You’re pretty damn bad. Absolute menace. I’ve no clue why I love you.” He smiles despite himself, knowing he would let you mess with him as much as you like.

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Sleep Deprivation

I loved my sleepy Simon thought so much I just had to turn it into a longer piece

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, implied past trauma (non-graphic)

WC: 1.1k

Pairing: Boyfriend!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love on the original post. I hope y'all enjoy!

Simon’s sleeping habits were a mystery to you. Sleeping in bed like a normal, well adjusted person wasn’t exactly one of his strong suits, but to his credit he isn’t well adjusted.

That wasn’t going to stop you though. You had been at it for months now. Ever since he moved in with you. Your mission was simple, slowly condition him to sleep in bed with you like any normal boyfriend.

Today was another failure.

8am. Your alarm goes off, blaring into the quiet room, rays of sunlight fighting through the curtains, drenching the room in a warm yellow haze. It was beautiful. Perfect really. Except for one thing. Simon wasn’t there.

Again.

It wasn’t his fault. You had stopped blaming him a long time ago. He never told you exactly what he did when he was away. He never told you exactly what his childhood had been like with a father like that, in a home like that. He had never known peace, you knew that much.

You didn’t need to know the specifics. You knew sleeping was hard for him. Sleeping was vulnerability and for Simon vulnerability was a threat. Vulnerability meant capture. Vulnerability meant death.

Finding him in a random part of the house, looking like he had gone limp where he stood was a common occurrence. More common that you would like to admit. More common than made you comfortable.

Today was no different. Reluctantly you forced yourself out of bed. Your trek down the stairs was always quiet so as to not startle Simon. Where you will find him was always a mystery.

You shuffle through the living room passing the few pictures he’ll allow of himself in your house. You had done what you could to make it home. A place where Simon could feel safe. You knew it wasn’t your fault either. Sometimes no matter how hard you tried, Simon would always need a little help. Help he would never ask for himself.

You find him in the bathroom, in the tub with a book open on his chest. One of those long, boring novels that you never understood what he saw in them. Something old and classic probably about war or other terrible things you didn’t wanna think about.

He looked sweet like this. Not that he was ever anything but sweet to you. His choppy blonde hair was messy and sticking out in directions that nearly defied gravity. His eyes were closed, long lashes resting against his soft cheeks. He hadn’t bothered to change, still in his jeans and the black T-shirt that he insisted was plenty fashionable enough for a man like him.

You knelt beside the tub and reach out to touch his soft locks. Just the gentle brush of air from the movement of your hand startles him awake.

His shoulders tensed and his eyes snapped open, hand lifting to reach and defend himself. “Fuck, Love. Didn’t realize that was you.” His voice was low and rough, adrenaline bleeding through the lingering sleep. It took him a second to focus, to see you instead of whatever his mind had dragged up.

“It’s always just me, Si.” you remind him gently, giving him the smallest smile.

“Can’t be too careful.” It’s half a joke, half serious. Even now. Even here he is always cautious.

You huff a small laugh and kiss his temple “Paranoid”

He laughed then, warm and deep. Simon‘s laugh always did something to you. A soft warm feeling spreads through your chest as you take in the crinkle of his eyes and the way his eyebrows knit together just slightly.

- - -

The head scratches seemed to work the most. Lulling Simon into a somewhat relaxed state. You did that each night when the sun started to dip and the dark cold night crept in.

Every night you would track him down and sit with him, running your fingers through his hair until he started to slump into your side. Even then it didn’t work right away. You’ve been at it for several months now. Sometimes he’ll follow you up to bed, but most of the time he'll insist that he has something to do, something to fix and he will putter off again to busy himself.

And of course, in the mornings, you’ll find him somewhere strange like you have now. You never felt discouraged though. You knew going into things with Simon that it would be hard.

So tonight you try again.

By 8 your plan is in motion. Just like it always is. Simon is perched on the sofa, beer in hand while he watches the Man U game he missed earlier. This is as relaxed as he gets. It’s your time to strike.

“Hey, Si” He doesn’t look away from the screen, but his hand reaches blindly for yours like it always does. “How’s the match going?”

“Quite shit actually” he grumbles and sips his beer, trying not to let the loss get to him.

You plop into the seat beside him and reach over to rub his neck. He sighs and leans into the touch. He’s been complaining about it for days, some injury from the field, but of course he’s too stubborn to ask you to help him.

“That’s nice, Love”

“I know.” you murmur softly and rub a bit harder. “Magic touch”

“Mhm sure”

You move your hand up to scratch at his scalp, earning another sigh and a slow content blink. Simon’s hand comes to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles.

“I know what you’re up to” he says as he leans even farther into your warm hand.

You smile, playing innocent  “And what am I up to?” you were always a terrible liar, but that never stopped you from teasing him.

“You’re brainwashing me”

You let out a small, playful gasp “Now that’s a baseless accusation, Mr Riley”

“Is it now?” His mouth curves into a lazy smirk. “I think I’m riiiight on the money”

“Completely false. I am not brainwashing you into sleeping in bed”

He turns his head just enough to look at you properly, eyebrow lifting. He’s got you now. “Ahh I never said why you were doing it.” He gives you a shit eating grin and leans closer, nose nearly touching your own. “You’re telling on yourself now”

You huff, but your hand never stops moving. “Not fair. You baited me”

“Maybe so, but you still let it slip”

“Fine. I admit it. I want my boyfriend to sleep in bed with me.” Your voice softens and you press your lips to his quickly. “Will you at least try it? For me?”

He considers this, the side of his mouth pulling up just slightly into a petulant smirk. “I’ll try it. Just to see.”

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König can cook. And when I say that man can cook, I mean that man can COOK.

He is the kind of guy that looks like he would somehow manage to burn pasta, but in reality he is whipping up five course meals on the daily.

Not just any random five course meal either like this man is so good. if you didn’t know he was in the military you would think that he was working at one of the most exclusive fine dining restaurants in the world.

There really is nothing he can’t do. No matter what you want for dinner, he’s making it, and he’s making it well.

He’s got an endless supply of saffron, truffle oil, and fancy stuff you’ve never heard of in your life.

He will be hunched over the counter for HOURS just for fun, putting together delicacies like deer, blue crabs, or even foie gras.

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Boundaries and How to Request

HI!! My name is Caoimhe! I typically write for TF141 & König, but I do also write for other multifandom characters. Below I have some information about my boundaries and how to request!

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Husband!Price HATES your cat.

To be fair to him, Pickles is evil. There’s no better way to put it. She has an aversion to compassion, fueled purely by hate and rage. If she’s not stalking him around your house, growling and hissing, she is trying to tear up his arms and face.

He’s complained for years about Pickles. You won’t hear any of it. Pickles loves you and only you. She’s your baby and you will not allow him to slander her name.

To you, Pickles is an angel. You’ve had her for years and she’s been nothing but sweet to you. She sleeps on your chest, meows for pets, and makes biscuits on you.

John calls her “The Demon”. Each night once you’re asleep with her on your chest she just stares, growling low in her throat, tail flicking angrily. He’s tried to reason with her. He’ll bring her treats and blink slowly. He read somewhere that that’s supposed to make a cat trust you but really it just seems to make her more blood thirsty.

Everyday is a battle between them and John is definitely losing.

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Simon was used to sleeping alone. If you could even really call it sleeping. Passing out from pure exhaustion, body unable to handle being awake any longer wasn’t your definition of “sleeping”.

Simon saw no issue. The less time he spent unconscious and vulnerable the better. So when he moved in with you? Yeah, you had to do something about it.

The first night you found him he was face down on the couch, phone just barely dangling from his hand.

You wanted to be angry, to be frustrated that he didn’t come to bed with you, but you understood. The man had never had a moment of peace his entire life, no wonder he wouldn’t be able to relax. Sleep was vulnerability and for Simon, vulnerability meant death.

You started small, lingering around him when he clearly started getting tired. You would just talk and touch his hair, trying to make him feel relaxed and safe. Eventually, he drifts off with your hands in his hair.

It takes months of slowly conditioning helping him to feel like he really can relax in your home. Each time you found him somewhere strange, clearly having knocked out there you start all over again, determined to get him to properly rest.

Finally FINALLY one night when you are deep into your skincare routine do you hear him shuffling into the room, setting his phone down and crawling into bed.

You can hardly contain yourself, nearly leaping onto him when you get into bed, sheet mask halfway falling off your face as you pepper him with kisses.

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König x f!reader request

It’s past the holidays but reader brings könig home for Xmas and new year’s. Reader is nervous bringing him home and he thinks it’s because it’s the first time he’s meeting her family in person.

When they get there, he then realizes she nervous because of the backhanded comments about her weight, academic achievements, and her ability to get/hold onto this handsome man. He goes into protective mode.

He’s wearing civilian clothes and even wears in ugly Xmas sweater at reader’s behest.

Holiday From Hell

König x Fem!Reader

Tags: insecurity, disparaging comments about readers body and relationship, dysfunctional family/family issues, fluff

WC: 574

A/N: thanks so much for the request! I had fun writing this one! Also, to anyone who sent me requests recently, I have seen them and I am working on them so they should be posted within the next few weeks :)

König was excited. As excited as he could be anyway. Meeting the family is daunting but König loves you. Wants to marry you even, but he’s saving that.

Christmas sounded like the perfect opportunity to propose. Your family would be all around to gush and throw out compliments the whole week. He wanted you to have that kind of attention, to celebrate with the people that love you as much as he does.

He didn’t know why you were so nervous. All the stories you told him about your family made them seem to nice, so loving. But, you had been shifting anxiously for days before you even got to your parents house. Your nerves were so electric he was scared to touch you, afraid of being zapped.

He put the stupid sweater on to make you happy. He had hopped it would make you laugh and relax a bit, embrace the holiday spirit. But the nerves just couldn't be beat. So he dropped it, figuring you were just worried that your family wouldn't approve of him. Little did he know.

The second the door opened, he felt it. The negativity seemed to float in the air, covering everything in a blanket of tension and misery. Your mother was the worst. Every time you went to eat anything she had to comment "you're going to eat all of that, honey?" "Seconds? Really? I'm so full, I couldn't eat another bite." "Have you considered exercising? You have such a pretty face, don't you want your body to match?" Her smile couldn't even hide the cruelty. She bared her teeth like a chimp he thought. To anyone else it looked like a smile, but really it was pure threat.

Your sisters weren't much better. They hung all over him, saying how big and handsome he is, how someone like you would never be able to keep him, make him happy. That was the last straw for him. He had kept quiet, wanting to keep the peace and not upset you further, but he just couldn't anymore.

You had never seen him snap like that. You had only ever imagined him angry. Sure, you know what he does for work, you know he’s killed, but König just didn’t get angry with you. He was eternally patient and only with you as it seemed.

The yelling came first, then the crying from your mother, intent on making herself the victim. König didn’t care, he just kept going. No one was safe from his wrath. You distinctly remember “good for nothings” “losers” and “most vile people I’ve ever met” coming out of his mouth, full volume.

When he finally was done he took your hand and marched you right out of your family’s home. He got you two the nicest hotel room, one of the fancy ones with a tv disguised as a painting. There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t holding you or saying how much he loves you, how amazing and perfect you are. He booked you for all of these fancy spa treatments and massages, insisting you deserve it, especially after the past two days with your family.

You swore it was too nice, too much, but each time he shut your doubts down with kisses. By the end of the week there was no doubt in your mind that König adores you and would never be scared off because your family was out of line.

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Vampire Ghost

Vampire!Ghost headcanons because its currently 2am and I'm going nuts #needthat

Tags: mentions of death, vampire shenanigans, Ghost being Ghost

WC: 364

A/N: Vampire!Ghost is my new obsession. prepare to be sick of me.

Vampire!Ghost who has spent most of his life death alone. He liked it that way. When you're cursed to live forever as a blood sucking monster, it's best not to get too attached to anyone. When he meets you... consider eternity in solitude forgotten. You will be turned. You will spend eternity with him and only him. The silly mortal men don't stand a chance at winning your affections. Not if Simon has anything to say about it.

Vampire!Ghost who is a "pescatarian". Really it's just his fancy way of saying he only drinks the blood of enemies, people who wish him or you harm.

Vampire!Ghost who isn’t even secretive about being a vampire. You could hang a sign from his neck that said “this man is a vampire. look out.” And he wouldn’t bother taking it off. It's not that he's proud of it, but he's not ashamed either. As long as he can spend eternity with you, he doesn't care how anyone else perceives him.

Vampire!Ghost who found you all alone one night. You were walking home, freezing cold in the snow. He couldn't just leave you there so he did the gentlemanly thing and offered to walk you. Of course the 100 foot tall man scared you shitless, but he had a certain charm to him so you agreed. He told you then and there what he was. You didn't believe him, writing him off as just some crazy or wanna be edgy guy.

Vampire!Ghost who swears up and down that he's not lying. It takes a few months before you ever believe him. It's not like he was going to eat someone in front of you on the first date so he had to be patient. In the end it was the fangs and super speed that won you over.

Vampire!Ghost who has an irrational fear of garlic. He knows that that's just a myth and he could have as much garlic as he likes, but Simon is a stubborn bastard and won't touch the stuff. He always complains, accusing you of trying to end him when you teasingly dangle garlic in front of him.

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I Want To Go Home

How TF 141 + König react to nonsocial!reader saying you want to go home

Tags: Fluff

WC: 368

A/N: I haven't written anything for months so this was really fun. Hope y'all enjoy!

Ghost wants to go home too. This party wasn’t even his idea. How you and Price convinced him to go, he will never understand. The lights are too bright, everyone is too loud, and he doesn’t even like these people. They shouldn’t take it personally, Simon doesn’t like most people. The second you say those words, her perks up like a dog hearing it’s name called. He doesn’t bother with goodbyes and certainly not any hugs or “it was so good to see you” or “we should do this again”. No, not with Simon. He takes your hand and books it to the door. His large frame nearly knocks a few people to their asses in his haste, but he doesn’t care. His mission is to get the both of you out of this party no matter who he has to take down on the way out.

König doesn’t know who to thank when you tell him you want to go home. Home goods shopping isn’t exactly his idea of a fun and relaxing Saturday, especially when the alternative is laying around at home with you, the dog and being as far away from random strangers as possible. Like Ghost, he barrels through the aisles, cart full and eyes set on the self check out. Good luck to the poor employee who tried to stop him, reminding him of the 15 item maximum. König doesn't care, he never has, but now? Now anyone who tries to stop him is enemy #1.

Price is very understanding about it, even if he doesn’t want to go home himself. He might try to convince you to stay just a little longer so he can give a few people goodbyes or grab an extra snack for the road. He is always putting you first so the second you are clearly over it, eyes impatient and head gesturing subtly to the door, he is on his way back to you and out the door. An old mate stops him on the way to the door? Sorry, gotta run. Door knob spontaneously falls off? He is breaking that door down himself.

Gaz doesn’t want to go home at all. He is always so social and friendly that he can have a hard time understanding when you are ready to go. When you two first got together he would get frustrated, still wanting to be out and socializing but as time went on he would come to understand. It was crowded, loud, and not your scene at all. The club was the last place you wanted to be. Kyle knew that. That's why he brought you; to get you out of your shell. Maybe have a good time that wasn't spent on the couch with the cats and all 20 seasons of Gunsmoke. But, no. This just wasn't you. Kyle is beside you immediately, making sure you are alright. He can see the discomfort all over your face. He knows it's time to go, maybe even grab your favorite Chinese on the way home.

Soap just wants you to be happy, so if you want to go home, he wants to go home. The "get together" as Johnny called it was much to loud, people everywhere, music three notches too high, and the food wasn't even that good. You didn't last long; only twenty minutes in and you're ready to get out of there but you tough it out for Johnny, you always do, but Johnny is too damn smart. He is clued into very movement, every expression, every single twitch of your brow. He knows, you don't even have to say it. He makes some excuse to your hosts about errands or doctors appointments, whatever he can come up with to get you out of there and back home to your cat and knitting.

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something something vampire!ghost something something

(yes I am still active lol)

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I’m doing something with this I SWEAR!!

(Also! Happy new year!! I’ve got lots of stuff coming this year!!)

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something something vampire!ghost something something

(yes I am still active lol)

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Alabama Nights

(Undying Ground pt7)

Tags/CW: post apocalyptic world, mentions of death/grief

WC: 978

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Series Masterlist here

A/N: shout-out to the popsicle stick that I got the stork joke from. This is a short chapter just to get some more of this story out but next chapter will be much better and longer

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Simon was acting weird. And that was really saying something. In the days since you had arrived at the motel, deciding to postpone travel for a few days to take advantage of the safety, he was busying himself with hunting or taking advantage of the bed.

Part of you thought he was stalling. The longer you stay here, the longer you can both imagine that Mooreland is the oasis you hope for. The longer the thought of it being another lie, another pointless search that took you even farther from home could be ignored.

He had perched himself on the bed, whittling a bird. A hawk to be specific. He always did this when he felt like ignoring you or was lost too deep in his own thoughts to do much of anything else. It had come on quite suddenly, as it always did. Just yesterday he had been talking your ear off. Well, whatever the equivalent of that was for him.

He had looked you right in the eyes with the utmost seriousness,"Why are stork doctors so expensive?"

"What?" Your head turns to him, confusion etched across your face.

"They have big bills"

He had laughed. A chuckle, really.

You sigh, giving him an unimpressed stare. “That’s the stupidest shit you’ve ever said.”

“I didn’t say it to be smart.”

It went on like that for days. Simon apparently had an affinity for dad jokes which he insisted on dropping randomly throughout the day. His timing was nothing short of ridiculous. An infected had wandered too close to the motel, growling and chomping mindlessly. Simon’s way of dealing with it? Wiggling it’s arm around saying “I’m gonna go out on a limb here. This is pretty humerus.”

Fucking idiot.

You hated to admit it, but it was funny. The smile that threatened to break through, curling your lips slightly was undeniable.

But, with Simon those moments didn't last long. When he wasn't brooding with a joke on his tongue he was brooding while staring ominously at you. He had been ever since you stumbled upon the motel.

His eyes bore into you from his place on the bed. He hadn't said a word all day, but that didn't stop him from watching you like he was reading each page of your soul.

"You gonna keep staring at me or are we gonna talk?" you asked, half annoyed, half unnerved.

He didn't blink, just tensed his jaw. "I'll keep staring."

"Great," you muttered and crossed your arms, letting out a long, suffering sigh of frustration. "So... safe zone."

"Mhm. I know."

"You ever tried for one before?" You're prying. You know it, but frankly you don't care. You were going to squeeze some answers out of him even if he fought you.

A pause. His jaw flexed again. "What difference does that make?"

"You know what difference it makes."

He leans forward slightly, hands resting on his knees. "Found one in Georgia a few years ago."

"Looks like that worked out great."

That one didn't even get a response from him.

"Okay... sorry. Just curious." You throw your hands up in surrender, hoping the sarcasm wouldn't make him shut down. "Was it always just you? You ever have anyone?"

"Someone... once." He mutters, hardly audible. His tongue darts out quickly and his hands squeeze into fists.

You keep going, determined to break through his shield. Vivienne had been the same way at first, but you had gotten through to her. You could do the same with Simon.

"Someone huh? Who was this someone?"

"A friend. Worked together back in the day." He answers begrudgingly, staring daggers at you now.

You laugh, a pathetic and failed attempt to lighten the tension in him, or at least just have him keep talking. "Come on. Give me a little more than that. Haven't I earned it?"

"You really want me to answer that honestly?" He says flatly, eyes rolling so hard you swear they could fall right out of his head.

You sigh and wave dismissively, "Alright, whatever just... keep going."

He stares at you for a long, agonizing moment. You thought maybe that you had finally annoyed him into silence again. Just when you were about to lose hope, he spoke up. "When everything went to shit we were stationed in Virginia, stuck together when everything else fell apart. We tried to find anyone else, maybe some military operation that had some solution, or anything really. Heard some rumors a few months in that there was a base in Atlanta. it was overrun by the time we got there. Johnny didn't make it."

The silence hung in the air, heavy and thick. Simon didn't seem to be one for grief, or even friendship. The thought of him caring about anyone but himself felt like an impossibility.

G

What the fuck was that?

In what fucking universe does someone, especially you just ask a question like that... and he answers? Had he gone insane? Had he gone soft?

What the fuck was he thinking?

He can't let you get into his head like this. He let Johnny in and that... it wasn't something he was willing to relive. Besides, he's just stuck with you until Oklahoma. There is no point in getting close to you.

But, what was it about you that made him want to answer? Why was he losing sleep, heart sinking into his stomach every night just because you're right there next to him. Even his mask had been abandoned on the dusty night stand. That was a surprise, even to him.

The worst offense? He had snuggled with you. If he could really call it that. You were pressed right up against his arm for the past three nights and he didn't even want to move. He had wanted you there, wanted to hold you.

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Hi Caoimhe!!, I just wanted to ask if there is any updates on undying ground? The series is so good and I’m hooked on it !!! no rush or anything just curious :))

Hi hi! Yes I am actually working on a new chapter rn. It’s just going very slow since I got a full time job now instead of part time but new chapters are definitely coming :)

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Field Trip Savior

Your field trip gets rudely interrupted by another inter-dimensional monster. Superman saves the day and steals your heart

Tags: fluff, meet cute

WC: 1.7K

Superman x Teacher!Reader | A/N: this is inspired by an old Spider-Man fic I read years ago but I have no clue who wrote it so idea credit is all theirs. I speed wrote this in 4 hours, bear with me.

It was supposed to be a simple field trip. You had finally convinced the school to let you take your class of rambunctious 3rd graders to the Metropolis Museum of Art. Months of begging and sternly worded letters to the district superintendent finally paid off.

You couldn’t blame them really. Field trips in a place with daily visits from monsters and super villains wasn’t exactly the best idea. But your kids were great… well they were good… decent if you were being honest with yourself. They deserved a fun day at the museum. They deserved to look at all the cool sculptures and convince you into stopping for ice cream on the way back. Which of course you would pay for… with your own money.

But of course nothing in Metropolis could be simple. Halfway through the guided tour, some 150ft monster, probably from some dimension you’ve never heard of and wouldn’t have believed was real rampaged through half the city and was headed straight for the museum.

“Maria stop biting Kasper and get in the closet!” You say firmly, pulling your student Maria away from her self proclaimed arch nemesis, Kasper.

“But Ms Teacher he’s being a big butthead," she shrieks and stomps her glitter sketchers.

You pause, pushing down the exasperation. “Okay first off my name isn’t Ms Teacher, we talked about this and we don’t call our friends buttheads”

“But he is one!”

“I know," you mutter under your breath as you turn away from her. She was right, but you can't let her know she's right. No one would live that down.

You quickly usher the 20 kids towards one of the janitors closet. The exit had been blocked off, trapping you in the sculpture wing of the museum.

The sound of cracking and a deafening roar stops you in your tracks. The stone structure above you shakes and cracks, splitting open and crumbling. In a flash you usher the children down the hall as fast as possible, trying desperately to avoid the falling debris.

“Bring them here!” A museum worker shouts, flailing her arms to get your attention. “There is a basement. It is safe. The children can hide there.”

“You heard her, get to the basement.”

As you watch to make sure each kid successfully makes it down the stairs you realize one horrible, terrible thing. You’re one kid short. You counted 19 not 20.

Kasper.

Why is it always Kasper?

"I'm missing a kid. Shit! Watch them. I- I'll be back."

Before the woman can argue with you, you take off running. Kasper may be the most difficult child you have ever worked with but he can't have gone far.

You push through the rushing crowd, doing what you can you push debris out of the way, calling out for Kasper in a panic. Sure, he's is a butthead, but you have no intention of leaving him to be a snack for whatever the fuck this gigantic thing is.

"Kasper! Kasper! Come on out, you need to follow me! There's a safe place to hide!"

You get no response. Just more screaming and the sounds of the loudspeakers urging people to evacuate, the words cracked and distorted now from the sheer level of destruction.

The creature is nearly on top of you now, crashing through the museum like a bulldozer with a vendetta. Just as a chunk of the ceiling is sent hurling towards you, you feel something wrap around you. Something warm and strong. You don't even have time to scream, let alone ask questions before you're swept away.

Your eyes wide and nearly bulging from surprise flick up to see what or rather who grabbed you. If your eyes could leave your skull they would. Superman. 6'4, dark curls, strong armed Superman has you wrapped up in his arms. And he's smiling at you. Smiling at you.

This can't be happening.

This isn't real. There's no way. It's got to be a dream.

A dream you have had many... many times. An embarrassing amount of times, really. How could you not? How could anyone not?

"You alright ma'am?" he asks, voice smooth and deep.

"I- yeah... yeah great. Awesome actually. So good. Mhm." You blink. Possibly twice as the words crawl their way out of your stunned brain.

"You looking for someone?" His smile lingers. His eyes, impossibly kind, scan the chaos behind you.

"My student. Kasper. He's 8. Little bit evil."

His brow lifts just slightly, amused. "Well evil is my specialty. You take care of those kids. I'll find him. No need to worry, ma'am."

Ma'am? As if you could swoon any harder. Handsome and polite? He's even more handsome in person than in the youtube clips. His smile is enough to make the strongest person faint.

As soon as he arrived, he's off again. As much as you could stand there watching him you rush yourself into the basement with the other 19 of your students. The minutes pass like hours, the worry eating away at you despite the more than pleasant surprise of being swept up by the Superman. Kasper had a habit of running off. He was one of those kids who just couldn't be contained. It was only a matter of time before he got lost. Of course it had to happen today of all days. He couldn't wait until the gigantic, possibly people eating monster was gone.

"Ms Teacher? Is Kasper going to be okay?" said Lila, wide eyed and whispering like the question itself might make things worse. She was always the classroom's nervous nelly. But now? Now you couldn't blame her,

You crouched beside her, forcing a reassuring smile. "Of course he is. Superman is out there right now looking for him."

A gasp came from another kid behind a crate of emergency water bottles that looked at least 30 years old. "Superman? Really? You talked to Superman?"

"Uhhh yeah I did."

You were suddenly surrounded. Questions flying at you from every single direction.

"Oh my god! Are you and Superman friends? Is he nice? Is his costume as cool as on TV?"

Before they can attack you with any more questions, the door swings open. You swear he radiates light as it glows behind him. The past 15 minutes have made him even more beautiful. He stands there, tall as ever with Kasper in his arms who could not be happier, grinning ear to ear.

"MS TEACHER! LOOK! IT'S SUPERMAN!"

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The monster was finally taken care of. Sent back to wherever it came from. All 20 kids were accounted for and back on the bus, not so patiently waiting to go back to school and be reunited with their families. You however weren't so anxious to go back. Superman had dropped Kasper off with you and flown off again to finally get that creature off the street. You wanted to see him again. Anyone would want to see that face again, of course.

As if the universe could hear your innermost thoughts, the wind rustles behind you and that deep, warm voice calls out to you.

"Ma'am?"

You whip around, heart pounding so hard you swear you can feel it in your toes. Your throat tightens, mildly strangling you.

"H-hi, Superman." Your voice wavers, betraying the storm of nerves fluttering in your chest.

"Glad to see you're alright." he says, touching down lightly, his boots barely making a sound.

"Thanks to you." You offer a sheepish smile, the adrenaline of the moment still making your hands tremble slightly.

"Ah well, it's nothing." He shrugs modestly, but there's the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. How could he be this humble after saving lives everyday? It's captivating.

"You saved my life. Kasper's life too." You glance back at the students who are now pressed against the glass windows, staring at you as you stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do with yourself.

"I'm always here to help."

"Right. Always doing the right thing, huh?" You tilt your head, teasing just a little, watching how his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"As much as I can, yes ma'am." He's really got to stop calling you that. If he says it again you're sure your heart will really give out.

"You don't have to call me ma'am, you know?" You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow, trying not to grin.

"What should I call you then? Ms Teacher?" He's smirking now, bright eyes shining as he looks down at you. God, he's so tall.

"I've told them a million times not to-"

"It's cute." He cuts you off, still smiling "They obviously adore you. You must be a pretty great teacher." He moves a bit closer, arms dropping to his sides.

You blink at him, caught off guard by the sincerity. "I try. I'm no superhero or anything."

"Of course you are. All teachers are." His gaze lingers, unwavering and as sincere as ever.

"You flatter me, Superman."

"I try." That smile again. That sparkling, handsome smile. It's the type of smile you've only read about in shitty romance novels that you got off your mothers bookshelf when you were far too young to be reading them.

You face warms at least 1000 degrees. Your eyes dart away, unable to look him in the eye a second longer.

"I should let you get back. They look eager to go." He laughs, gesturing to your nosy students.

"Oh right. They're just excited. They're big fans. Everyone is."

"Not everyone." He says it quietly, as if he’s not used to the spotlight, even after all this time

"Well I am." You finally look back up, catching the flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"Are you now?" That teasing edge returns to his smile, and it curls something mischievous inside you.

"Oh yeah. And safe to say I was a fan even before you saved me from being crushed to death."

"Saving you certainly helps I'm sure."

"Just a little." You bite your bottom lip, trying to contain the grin threatening to break free.

He straightens slightly, as if something has settled in his mind. "Well..." He starts leaning a bit closer, "Ms Teacher, perhaps I could save you again? This Saturday maybe? At 7?"

"Oh yeah! I- I mean yes." You stumble, flustered and horrified with your own eagerness. "That would be nice."

"See you at 7 then."

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Your Favorite

Clark makes you his your favorite food for dinner. Based loosely off the scene between Clark and Lois

WC: 676

Tags: just fluff, cute and sweet Clark

Clark Kent x Reader | A/N: Bear with me, Superman is literally the ONLY dc movie I have ever seen. But it was so good I have to write about it

It starts when you're halfway down the stairs, shuffling sleepily after your afternoon nap. Your bare feet pad across the floor as you're drawn by a sound from the kitchen.

Pots clink together and the smell of something sweet wafts through your small apartment. Your brows furrow in confusion, you live alone and you certainly didn't invite anyone over. After a long day at The Daily Planet, guests were the last thing you wanted.

You peeked around the doorway, fully expecting to see a stranger taking you for all you're worth. Not that it was much but still.

What you didn't expect was to see Clark, still in his work clothes, sleeves rolled up, and glasses fogging up as he flips a pancake. At first you don't believe what you're seeing, convinced that it's your imagination or a lingering dream.

He glances over his shoulder and smiles when he sees you. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

No way he's real, you think. No man on earth (or any planet for that matter) should be so gorgeous.

You’re still hovering near the doorway, arms crossed. “Clark… what are you doing?”

“Making pancakes,” he says, as if that’s a perfectly normal answer. “You mentioned you hadn’t eaten much today. Thought I’d surprise you. Anyway, it's your favorite."

You blink. "My favorite?"

"Yeah. I definitely remember you saying 'Clark, breakfast for dinner is my favorite food.'"

You snort out a laugh, incredulous. "Your cute little Kryptonian brain must be making things up because that definitely didn't happen. Like... at all."

He gasps dramatically, feigning offense, hand going to cover his heart. "First of all, rude. Second, it totally did happen."

You eye the pan suspiciously, then the counter. Eggs. Syrup. Strawberries. He even found your chipped favorite mug and made coffee.

"Breakfast for dinner is your favorite," you murmur, half to yourself. "I like risotto."

Clark shrugs, setting a steaming pancake onto a plate. "Well... just pretend that it's risotto. Use that beautiful human imagination."

You sigh, but your lips twitch into a reluctant smile as you pad over to him. He smells like coffee and syrup. You reach out to pluck a strawberry from the bowl and pop it in your mouth, watching him like he might vanish.

“If you wanted your favorite you could have just said so," you tease. "No need for the elaborate scheme.”

He reaches his arm out, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you close. His lips press a quick kiss to your temple as he smiles. You melt into it, drawn by his warmth.

“But the scheme is what makes it fun.”

“Breaking into my house was part of the scheme?” You laugh, eyes crinkling with mirth.

He chuckles, soft and deep, “hey now. You gave me a key.”

“For emergencies, Clark.” You remind him with a smile, gently pinching his side.

He gestures grandly to the food spread out on the counter. “This is definitely an emergency.”

You arch a brow. “An emergency, huh?”

Clark nods solemnly. “Life-threatening, really. You, going to bed hungry? Catastrophic.”

You let out a soft laugh. “And here I thought world-ending disasters were your thing.”

"Well... yes, but I can make an exception for you," he says softly as his fingers tighten slightly around your waist.

Your heart flutters and you can feel your face warming as you lean back slightly to look up at him. He always did know how to hit you right in the soft places, even when he was being utterly ridiculous. Especially when he was being ridiculous.

“And yet…” He leans in, brushing his nose against yours, his breath warm and teasing. “Here I am. Heroic. Pancake-flipping. Kissable.”

“You forgot humble,” you whisper, tugging slightly on a lock of his soft, dark hair.

"That's a given," he teases as he lifts you up onto the counter, hands resting by your sides, caging you in. He's still taller, even like this.

"Alright, Skyscraper. You better have gotten the good syrup."

"The best." He cups your face, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your lips

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