you have no idea/i wont be messing with you anymore.
request open for anyone :D.
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warnings:readers parents divorce, mention of world war 2, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, ghost x reader, reader gets hit on, reader gets into a fight, ghost being protective, drunk dipshits (drunk guys), use of 'y/n'.
let me know if i missed anything :D.
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background on the reader (you).
your grandfather was the chief/general/very high person in world war 2. but after the war, he retired, and spent most of his time with reader (you). you and your grandfather were the best of friends. you spent your childhood with your grandparents because your parents were going through 'something' (divorce).
so while reader was growing up - she was taught the ways of the war and the ways of being a living, killing machine. your grandfather is still around, and you do spend time with him when ghost/Simon is on deployment.
but the thing is, you didn't tell or let Simon know that you were brought up as a killing machine by the general of world war 2.
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you were walking out of a bar with some girlfriends (close friends), from your 'girls night'. but were abruptly stopped by some guys hooting on you.
"hey pretty ladies" guy 1 stumbles up to your group. most likely drunk off his ass.
your friends get in front of you. most likely trying to stop you from being seen so you don't get rilled up and kill the men.
"why don't you guys come with us?" guy 2 walks some what sober to your group.
"whats going on?" you speak up from the back of the group.
"nothing babe....just.....getting hit on by drunk dipshits" the 'mom' of the group friend speaks to you in a comforting way.
"ooooo got a little teeny tiny baby back there?" guy 1 slurs his speak. leaning towards your group.
"the fuck you say?" you quip back. squeezing through the group. stopping in front of guy 1.
"y/n. don't. please." your friends all say in unison. looking horrifed.
the guys crowd around you. looking you up and down. slurring their speak while saying their dirty, disgusting thoughts about what 'they were going to do to you'.
"call Simon." one of your friends say to another. she rushes to get her phone out, quickly taps on Simons contact and calls.
"whaz up?" Simons voice speaks through the phone
"we've got a problem, y/n is being hit on" your friends says to Simon through the phone.
the phone call ends without anything else being said.
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few minutes later Simons car is seen pulling next to the curb.
"thank god your here. we can't seem to settle her down" the 'mom' says to Simon. already climbing into the truck.
Simons eyes are blown wide as he watches you beat all of the guys up. leaving them laying on the road, all blooded up and briused.
"oh hey babe" you say releasing guy 1 from a head lock. his lifeless body tumbles onto the road. the truck was right behind you.
you climb into the passenger side and peck Simon on his cheek. his eyes still blown wide.
"what? something happen?" you ask, starting to get worried.
"since when did you be able to do that?" he asked in a high picked voice compared to his normal voice. it seeming as though it was normal for you to beat people up on a regular basis to the girls.
"ohhhhhhhh. you mean me beating them up" you mention towards the 'dead' bodies.
"yes?" Simon asks looking worried.
"oh yeah- me grandfather was in world war 2 and he taught me the ways of being a killing machine. don't worry" you say nonchalant.
"r-right. noted. remind me to never get on your bad side" Simon says, turning his body so its facing the road.
