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'cause its stick season in vermont will continue' it will either be Veteran!Ghost or New to town!Ghost, it's the same Ghost just different tags

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Veteran/New to town!Ghost x f!reader “I grew up pretendin’ sticks were little guns”

After the family grill night, you had to babysit; Ghost was over at your place again, watching your niece and nephew with you out in the yard. Your sister had called a few days earlier to ask if you could babysit her kids for the weekend and you of course said yes, you loved your niece and nephew.

Spending time on your porch into the yard, the kids, running around with the sticks they found, making little “pew”, “pow” and “boom” sounds with big smiles and loud laughing. They are playing again, acting like they have guns..

You look over at Ghost, sitting there, who is keeping an eye on them, his coffee in hand, and your crocheted blanket you had made years back over his lap, you couldn’t help but smile at him. As he looked back towards you, you quickly turned your gaze back to the kids, hearing him let out a slight chuckle, he definitely caught you looking at him again.

He would just play along, like he didn’t see you staring from the corner of his eye, the gaze you keep on the kids, warm and comforting. Something he had been longing for so long, and many years.

He shifts a little in the chair, it was just a basic wooden chair you had laying over in the shed that you moved onto the porch so he had somewhere to sit with you.

You haven’t said much today, or yesterday, you’ve been too caught up looking after the kids, you’ve wanted to say so much, but nothing is coming out of your mouth.

It would be too early to confess anything to him. You must wait, just a bit longer, I mean, he didn't have a wife or kids.. Just him and his dog, and well now you and some way.

As you two watch the kids, you shit in your chair, looking down at the mug in your hand, the sun hitting the coffee and reflecting off it, it looked pretty.

Oh well, back to the kids you need to keep it in mind, the kids, you’re supposed to watch them.

As it slowly starts getting grey and cloudy you call the kids to you and get them inside, as you and Ghost follow after them into the house.

You guys all go to the sofa and sit down. The kids sat on the floor, in front of the couch, you curl up onto the couch, legs folded up under you, Simon sitting beside you, he steals a few glances at you, as you reach for the tv remote, to turn on a movie for you all.

The kids jump from excitement. It’s Fantastic Mr Fox, a Wes Anderson movie, oh how you loved his movies, you wished for the day your wedding would happen, the whole wedding would be filmed in the style of his movies, you’re going off trail again reader, focus, you’re babysitting, just for a few more hours today, then your sister is picking the kids up again.

Gosh has it already been a whole weekend..

You look down at the kids, they’re overly focused on the movie, you haven't seen them sit this still at all when you babysat them this weekend.

You lean your head onto Simon’s shoulder, relaxing, closing your eyes.

He didn’t move, he just let out a quiet “Oomf” noise as your head landed on his shoulder, he wasn’t expecting that at all, though he didn’t mind it.

Half way through the movie, there’s a knock on the door.

You slowly groan, before getting up from the couch, gliding into your inside slippers while fixing your sweater with little black cats and pumpkins on it, oh you loved your little fall sweaters.

As you reached the door looking out the peephole, your sister.

Probably here to pick up her kids again, you open the door to greet her with a smile.

“Hi.. You’re here early” you say in a soft tone, slightly annoyed that she was here 4 hours too early, but she probably had a good reason for it.

“Hi Y/N, yeah, sorry ‘bout that, but we have to pick up dad at the airport again.” she says to you with a smile, oh she looks tired, almost sleep deprived.

You choose not to question it, and step out of the way to let her in.

“Coffee?” you ask her as you walk back to the middle between the living room and kitchen, as you look at your sister, she just nodded.

You sigh and smile, walking to the kitchen, “They’re in the livingroom” you say as you turn on the kettle.

Your sister greeted Simon, as they were both walking, your sister walking to the living room, and Simon to you in the kitchen.

He was a shy man around your sister, he knows that she’s a nice person, he just feels awkward around her, he isn’t sure why, and you’re really not sure either.

“She doesn’t bite, Simon” you say with a joking tone, as he wraps his arms around you from behind as you’re making the coffee for your sister.

He just grunts back as a reply with “I know.”

You let out a sigh “You want one too?” you ask Simon, clearly talking about a cup of coffee

You wait for his reply as you pour up a cup for your sister, he just grunts again, okay then.. You make him a cup too, placing it on the side from him as he lets go of you and you grab the other cup walking to the living room.

“Here you go” you tell your sister as you hand her the coffee.

She smiles with a soft “Thank you so much.”

She holds the cup with both hands and leans on the couch, as the kids continue watching the movie, they haven’t even realised that their mom had arrived yet, way too captured by the movie.

Simon slowly made his way back over to you in the living room, staying close by your side, the cup in one hand, the other around your hip, pulling you close to his side with a slight smile as he sips from his coffee.

As the movie ends the kids turn around to see their mom on the couch, and not you and Simon, they basically bounce to their feet “Mom!” they yell out in unison.

You cover your mouth to giggle at their excitement.

You smile softly at your sister “Just place the cup on the table, i’ll clean later.”

She just nods and gets up getting the kids ready to leave and you help packing all their things up in their bags, and placing them by the door. As your sister and the kids walk to the door, you place two big smooches on their cheeks before they leave.

Veteran/New to town!Ghost x f!reader

- Ghost visiting your family for the first time

“There’s orange juice in the kitchen, bought for the children. It’s yours if you want it, we’re just glad you could visit”

It always leads up to this day, him meeting your family, at the family dinner nights.

Sitting beside him in his newly bought pick up truck, you look over at his hands on the steering wheel, silently wishing for the hand closest to you to be on your thigh or knee.

You look back onto the road,

“Turn to the left here” you bark out, he almost missed the turn, if he had, it would be an extra 45 minute drive on top of the long time driving already, from Stowe to Burlington which is already a long 45 minute drive already.

As he turns left, you drive down a field road, you look out the window from the passenger seat where you were sitting, thinking to yourself “oh how i missed it out here”.

“It’s the farm house down at the end of this road, Simon” you say as you turn to look at him again.

He lets out a huff of a noise, almost like an acknowledged yes to what you told him.

As he drives into the driveway he pulls the parking brake, and turns off the truck, he looks at you as you take a deep breath and get ready to hop out the truck, as you lean over to grab the handle to go outside, he grabs onto your arm.

You look at him with a confused look on your face, as he pulls you closer, you could smell the Marlboro reds on his breath. He placed a kiss on your forehead, before letting go of you and getting out the truck, you following a suit after him.

You smile to yourself after that, jogging up to him by his side.

As you two walk up to the front door of the house, you knock on the door, waiting with him beside him.

The door creaks open, your sister, she has the biggest grin on her face. “My baby sister!” she yells out with a huge grin on her face, you smile and give her a hug, before stepping back.

Ghost holds out a hand to her, with a mostly stoic face like always, he shakes your sister's hand, and she moves out of the way to let you two come in. 

As you two step inside, and get your shoes and jackets off, as soon as that's done, you get attacked by your nephew who came sprinting at you basically jumping into your arms.

You catch him mid air and you smile at him, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into your toddler nephew’s cheek, leaving kisses on his cheek, almost like a “muah muah muah muah” pattern before setting him back down on the floor.

Ghost looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed down, well that’s a normal look from him, though there's a different look in his eyes, a look of more admiration.

Well, as you two step further into the house, your mom yells out “Honey! Welcome home!”

You smile at her words saying back “Hi momma”, Ghost follows behind you, closely, he’s like a clingy puppy right now, new place, only one person he knows which is you as of now.

You sit down on the sofa in the living room, and he sits down beside you.

Your nephew runs back to you crawling up into your lap, jumping with joy, his favorite aunt is back.

You look at Ghost, smiling, leaning against his side as you hold your nephew.

You sit there thinking back at the forehead kiss in the truck, you put your nephew down on the sofa, standing up.

“Simon we forgot the stuff in the truck, help me out getting the things?”

You get up from the sofa, yelling out to your mom in the kitchen “We’ll be right back, momma, we brought fruits and snacks, they’re in the truck!”. 

As you two make your way back outside to the truck, Ghost opens the back gate of the truck.

And that’s where it happened, as you were climbing up onto the back to grab the snacks and fruits, Ghost pulled you back to the edge, and placed one of his rough, calloused hands on your cheek, pulling you in to give a kiss.

Your eyes widen at the kiss, before leaning into it, kissing him back with a smile, before pulling back from him.

“Simon.. What- What was that for?” you stare at him

He just looks back and smiles

“'cause i felt like it”

Well that wasn't really a reason but you know what alright then, you two grab the stuff and bring it back inside.

As you two walk to the kitchen, you place the stuff on the kitchen island, and Ghost stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, as you stand facing your mom.

“There’s orange juice in the fridge, I know you don’t drink anymore” your mom tells you as she is getting done cooking.

“Thank you momma” you mumble as you lean into Ghost’s touch.

As he looks at you he keeps his voice quiet, “You don’t drink?”.

You shake your head no to the question.

Ryland Grace x f!Reader | Fluffy fic idea i got

!!!!!FEEL FREE TO TAKE INSPIRATION AND NOT THE WHOLE IDEA FOR I WILL MAKE A FULL ONE SOONER OR LATER!!!!!

You've all heard or seen that Rocky watches Grace when he's asleep, and counts all the time when he is watching over him.

Well y/n, you just had that happen to yourself, while cuddled up on a couch with Grace, you had to agree with Grace having to listen to Rocky count all the time, it will get annoying at some point..

He only counts to make sure you and Grace won't sleep over wakeup time. He's a worry wart in some way.

But that's just how Rocky is. Well Rocky does not fully understand a human's sleeping pattern, assuming that because you two were asleep for much longer than expected.. Well he would think there was something wrong. Like it's unnatural for Rocky's experience.

Oh! Look Rocky! Y/n moved

There you were tucked in close to Grace where you twist and turn a little, still trying to get fully comfortable, and trying not to mind Rocky's rambling and counting, who were still bouncing around you two counting

Duncan Vizla x F!reader

The grand hall, it was a huge cathedral of decadence - rusty, broze yet still some how a golden glow in the chandeliers as they flickered against the high value, painted ceilings, their dim glow reflecting onto the polished marble on the buttresses which were helping to hold up the cathedral. Heavy crimson drapes framed the towering windows, casting long, solemn shadows over the stage where she danced. One. Single. Spotlight. Which bathed her in a soft light, as if Blood and Tears swelled though the cavernous space of the stage. Her movements like liquid, each one of her steps flowing seamlessly into the next one, the way her back arched, the way her arms swepts like delicate angel wings. Then, the music trembled, as she did her next step of the dance. the pirouette, the long silk skirt she was wearing was rippling like water that was moving around a person, or the blood pooling up underneath someones head or chest. There she was, leaping, weightless like a feather, her landings feline with grace, her body all bending with an elegance that seemed so unreal to Duncan. Then, the music suddenly cut of. Duncan. Duncan Vizla, in the dark belly of the cathedral, the peace; shattered. The thugs, they had cornered him, he stepped into their space, they acted like they had come for a bounty - his head. They hadn't expected him to even fight back, like a ghost haunting the place, the slienced pistol of his, barking death at the thugs, the knife he carried, flashing like lightning. The blood, oh the beautiful, crimson shade of blood. It sprayed against him, the marble and stone walls, as the bodies slumped to the gorund, and against the walls, and still, Duncan was moving again, towards the stage. As he walked, the last one, of the thugs left, gurgled after Duncan's knife slit deep into the throat of his, the crimson arc, spraying upwards, in a fine, beautiful mist of blood, as it drifted through the floor's ornate grating, falling onto her bare shoulders. Yet, she didn't flinch, she just lifted her arms in a slow aching motion, as she twirled through the macabrre baptism. Red streaks over her ivory skin, yet she still remained ethereal in Duncan's eyes. As she landed her last step, she stood still, her chest rising and falling, them both bathed in the glow of the chandeliers and death. Oh Duncan, he stepped towards her, further into the light, bloodstained, and breathing heavy. Their eyes met