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Just finished watching X-men First Class and that is NOT the kind of back shots I wanted Charles to receive from his good friend Erik :/
could you do ghost being with someone on the team who’s just so innocent and naive it makes him wonder why they chose the job she has, like her callsign is angel, she puts her hair in braids when she’s allowed to, she puts little bows in her hair sometimes, she’s respectful etc
of course :) here's a quick little drabble I hope it fits what you had in mind
warnings: fluff, description of violence, mention of alcohol, mention of blood
The team got called in around midnight, everyone making their way to the base as quickly as possible, Ghost and you got there around 12:13, your appearances as a stark contrast to each other. He's drenched in black, face hidden from prying eyes behind the skull, looming and feared, you, on the other hand, showed up with your hair pulled back into french braids that ended in small buns behind your ears, a tank top covering your chest that had a small bow sitting between your breasts.
The two of you made your way into the conference room, Ghost finding his usual spot on the back wall while you greeted the team.
"G'mornin Angel" Soap greets, purposely avoiding Ghost's glare while he shamelessly eyes your form, "Little frilly for the field no?" He says pointing toward your top, you playfully push at his shoulder as you find your seats.
Price had given your mission assignments, a small hideout in the States was housing illegal weapons and you had to reclaim them.
You changed into your tactical gear and got into the plane, sitting between Ghost and Soap, fortunately, Soap liked to talk so the ride went quickly, the two of you chatting about your home life, Soap had recently gotten a dog and you were completely jealous, Simon designating your home pet free for the time being.
You landed and got started on the mission, following as Ghost took lead, clearing the building without a hitch while you followed behind, shooting down anyone in your sights. There were a few more enemies than you expected, having to use your knife on a few, effectively covering your gear in blood.
You completed the mission, boarding back onto the plane to return home, Ghost stares at you, the spatter of blood covering your soft cheek, it always confused him, why you decided to join the force, you were so soft, delicate when you were with him, he trusted your capability in the field, your skill saving his life a few times, but off the field, you wouldn't hurt a fly.
Touching down on base you decide to take a shower before going home, not wanting the dirt and blood on you to stain or transfer onto anything. You step out a few minutes later noticing Ghost sitting on one of the benches in the locker room.
"You know you can't be in here"
"Wanted to make sure you were okay"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
He shrugs, turning and handing you a bag of clothes, you grab it and begin dressing yourself, brightly coloured sweats tugged onto your body before you cover your chest with a lace-trimmed tank top.
"That's why"
You furrow your brows in question.
"You're just very, innocent"
"Innocent?"
"I've seen you take out a room of men without breaking a sweat yet when we're home, everything is daisies and bows, it confuses me how you can be so kind and warm with a job like this"
You think about his words,
"It confuses me how somehow as nice as you would want to be with someone like me"
"Simon,"
You move forward to hold his face in your hands, a soft smile on your face, "My job is bloody and violent, and that's exactly why I am the way I am, it's nice to be - what'd you call it? Soft - it lets me forget about all the horrible things out in the world"
You reach down to kiss him, "And in regards to you, you aren't a dark person, you're thoughtful, generous, funny" You emphasize each word with a kiss.
"I just don't want them to take advantage of you," He says
"I doubt they'll even try when you're five feet away from me"
He huffs a laugh before the two of you make your way into the hall, greeted by the rest of the 141
"We're all going to the pub, care to join lovebirds"
Ghost grimaces at Soaps term,
"Of course," You say
You spend a few hours in the bar, the men all sipping on variations of whiskey while you sit with some fruity concoction between your hands.
"So what's with the bows," Soap asks, his words slurred
A small huh comes from you,
He gestures his hand in your direction, "Last week, you showed up with wee bows in your hair"
"Oh, um, I just thought they looked nice," You say suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
"They were cute lass"
A small smile creeps onto your face, "Well thank you"
"Can't have them in the field" Price says
"Of course Captain" You nod at him, trying to be serious but a small fit of giggles overtakes you, your laughter transferring to Soap and Gaz as they start laughing.
"I'm serious, your callsign might be Angel but you can't be skipping around on a mission"
You nod at him, feeling Ghost's hand on the small of your back while he leans into you,
"I think it's time we head home," He says, turning to look at the team now getting tired, you nod at him.
"We're gonna head out, see you all tomorrow" Your words are met with boos from Soap and Gaz,
"C'mon lass we've barely started"
"Johnny you're half asleep"
"Am not LT"
You giggle at the exchange, Ghost's arm snaking around your waist before pulling you out,
"G'night Angel!" Soap yells and Ghost lets a small grunt leave his mouth,
"Be nice Simon"
"I'll knock that stupid haircut off his head if he keeps flirting with you"
You laugh at his words, resting your head against his form while the two of you make your way home.
You can only reblog this today or until the next Monday, June 19th, 2034.
you — m.m
contents: fluff, college!matt, matt x fem!reader, library crush, mild swearing
word count: 1.6k
[ in which your library crush comes in alone to study. ]
𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 || 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 || 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙
It was Friday evening and you decided to go to the library for a bit of last minute studying. Truthfully, you procrastinated quite a bit, but you felt you did well under pressure, which you thought was fitting for being in law school.
You always took interest in law and wanted to help your community. It was something you thought you could do well, but part of you felt like you had to do it since your parents wanted you to be something, and they were willing to pay, so you couldn’t turn down a slick opportunity.
However, there was another reason for going to the library. You had a bit of a crush on a particular guy who just made your heart flutter with admiration. You’ve only talked to him once, and that was when he was exiting out of your next class and you accidentally bumped into him. He exchanged an “Oh-sorry!” catching your arm to make sure you didn’t fall, you replied telling him it was your fault and he smiled, leaving with his friend.
You cursed yourself because you couldn’t believe how inattentive you were to bump into a blind guy. But the smile he gave you just melted you. It was a small interaction, but the way he made sure you were okay despite it being your fault, it made you admire his attention to care for others.
Ever since then you remembered him, and noticed he’d go to the library with his friend most of the week to study or hang out for a bit. You did the same, but now it was a lot more bearable when you had eye candy.
You knew his name was Matt and his friend's name was Foggy, you weren’t trying to eavesdrop, but Foggy made it easy for you to hear their conversations, thus their names slipping from their lips. You’d often hear Matt trying to shush him as he was sure others were around, and he was right, you were.
It was about half an hour into your study when you noticed the sound of a cane chirping at the floor. He was here, but alone? You turn in the direction of the sound and to your suspecting guess, Foggy wasn’t with him. It was weird, they were always together, and Foggy would usually announce the two of them before getting close enough to the study area.
You were the only two in that area besides a girl packing up to leave, you spot him through your peripheral, taking a seat at the desk next to you. You don’t know why you felt nervous, but for some reason you felt like he could hear your heartbeat.
You felt stupid having a crush on him, he didn’t even know you and here you were locking your gaze on someone who couldn’t even see you.
-
It was about another hour after he got there before you started to call it quits. It was getting super late and you had to make sure you were ready so your roommate could pick you up.
You were packing your things when you heard a whispered “Shit!” You looked over and realize Matt was trying to find his pen. He dropped it and it rolled close to the desk you were at. You gave a low chuckle as you noticed he was trying to find it with his feet.
“Uh, I think this might be yours,” you smile, grabbing the pen and gently placing the metal into his hand.
“Oh- ha,” he laughs, turning somewhat into your direction, “uh, thanks. ‘appreciate it.” He gave a pretty grin. Although his dark glasses were sheltering his alluring eyes, you could see the edge of them and noticed the radiant color. You also couldn’t help but notice the slight hold he gave your hand while retrieving his pen. You assured yourself you were thinking too much into this thought, so you bid him a cheery, “Good night.”
You made your way out of the library, and decided to wait for your roommate at the steps. Although it was dark, there were still quite a few people walking to and from classes and dorms, occasionally people coming out of the library. It was a beautiful night, and you decided to reflect on your thoughts and the brief interaction you had with Matt. It was kind of funny how worked up and flustered you got around him when you barely knew him, but that’s what a crush was, nothing to be taken seriously. How could anything realistically come out of this.
You looked up at the sky, the stars hazy and air polluted with the resonance of traffic and rocks kicking at the sidewalks. The breeze was cool and tender, allowing itself to carry the smell of pollen through your senses. It was nice and calming.
“Hey, do you mind if I wait here?” You were so focused on your thoughts you didn’t even hear a cane hitting the pavement, causing you to give a slight jump at his warm voice.
“Shit-You scared me,” you say low looking just behind you at the top of the stairs.
“Sorry, I thought you might’ve heard that loud door opening behind you,” he smiles slightly gesturing to the door with the bottom of his cane.
You give an embarrassed laugh, trying to shake away the awkwardness you had. You were so deep in thought about what just occurred you didn’t even answer him, making your cheeks flare up by his proceeding comment.
“Sooo… is that okay? I didn’t mean to startle you, trust me I’m a bit more slicker than that,” he states, clearing his throat as if he was just as embarrassed.
“Oh, no- yeah, yeah. Sorry, I just- you’re good. Do you need help finding the steps to sit?” You offer to stand up, ready to assist him.
“Sure, that’d be great. Thanks.” He holds out his hand, and of course, like an idiot you give him your hand. He chuckles at this motion, “your arm’s fine.”
“Fuck, I’m- I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you offer your arm, rolling your eyes at yourself as he accepts this gesture.
“You’re good, it can happen,” he tilts his head thinking about it. You bring him down to the steps, finding a comfortable in between to sit. You turn to him, watching as he folds his cane up.
“Has it ever happened?” You give a hopeful question. You started to notice you weren’t as jittery being around him. You weren’t sure if it was the continuous embarrassment or because you thought you actually were making progress.
“Uh…” he starts, scrunching his nose, “actually it hasn’t.”
“Jesus, that’s so embarrassing,” bringing your hands up to your face, you make a low groan in frustration.
“Well, I mean I did say ‘it can happen’ and we’ll look- it happened,” facing towards you, he gives you a gentle grin.
“It’s still embarrassing,” you shake your head.
“Don’t be,” he states plainly, “there’s a first time for everything right?” He gives your shoulder a compassionate nudge.
You finally turn to him. He’s facing ahead, hands in lap, his lips curling into sweet crescent curve. It’s charming.
“I didn’t even give you my name yet, I would say that’s slightly more embarrassing,” his eyebrows raise, “Matt.” He states, gesturing a handshake, “Oh no. It’s okay this time. You’re supposed to grab my hand,” he jokes.
“Ha. Ha,” you mock, scoffing. Lacing your hand between his, you give him your name. You observe how soft his hands are, warming your palms in that brief moment.
“That’s a pretty name,” he almost says under his breath, and you catch it just as quickly as he changes the subject, “So uh- waiting for someone?”
Smiling, you answer, clearing your throat, “Yeah. Just waiting for my roommate, she’s picking me up. You?” You say curiously.
“Same. He dropped me off. Had some prior commitment apparently.” He chuckles at the thought.
You nod, expecting him for some reason to see. At this moment it is just you two. There’s silence, but it's gratifying and calm, there was no pressure to continue a conversation.
The breeze was starting to slow, leaving just bits of your hair to lift. The number of people walking through campus started to dwindle, but the sound of cars remained prominent.
You felt a vibrate in your lap, your phone screen lighting up, “Oh I gotta go, my roommate’s here.” You turn to him. You furrow your brows worriedly, you didn’t want to leave him alone this late at night, “Why don’t you come with me, we can drop you off wherever you need to go.” you say hopeful.
“Oh no it’s okay, I can wait here. Foggy should be here in a bit,” He states calmly, but he seems to pick up on your instability of the situation, “Seriously! No need to worry about me, I got a good weapon if I need it,” he smiles in your direction, lifting up his cane to you.
“You sure?” Still uneasy, you get ready to text your roommate to wait until his ride gets there, but he slips his hand over yours gently, seemingly to stop you.
“I’m sure. I’m a big boy, I promise.” he grips your hand a bit firmer, “you should go, I don’t think your roommate would be too happy waiting for long,” he laughs.
You hum in approval. Starting to stand, you grab your bag, you glance at him, to make sure he fine, but he seems to understand your fear, he nods for you to go, and you start to walk down to the base of the stairs.
“I’ll make sure I won’t have a ride next time,” he calls out.
You look back to him, laughing to yourself, “Yeah, please do,” you start to walk, “Good night, Matt. Be safe.” You say authoritatively, but playful.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
song of the day! my favorite song if all time
i forgot to say merry christmas !!🎄⛄🦌
absolutely love him!
i really like this song 10/10 for sure