#ghost x reader

he's hot enough, with huge muscles that strain against his thin compression shirt and you already find yourself drooling over the prospect of getting choked by his biceps alone.

moreover, with whatever little information you get out of him, it's obvious he's not exactly planning on staying here for long - and the liquor courage you gain from the margaritas you sipped throughout the night at the bar makes it easier to get lost in the heat of it all - thanking your little alcohol tolerance for making it harder for you to get embarrassed.

a night of pure animal instinct. skin on skin, nails dragging through his blonde tufts of hair and then trailing down to his back, leaving thin red lines as you try to cling onto him with each thrust making your mind recoil with how good it all feels.

of course, he leaves the next day. you expect as much, and you're quite satisfied with concluding your short-lived affair as you return back to tending to the demands of your drab, adult life.

Softie!Simon buying you stuffed animals any time he goes to the store no matter what just because he loves to see you smile.

warnings: use of ‘Reader’ once, slight angst??, happy ending

Simon’s arms felt like a protective barrier surrounding her every time he engulfed her in a warm hug, arms wrapping around her with ease and his hands landing on her lower back, stabilising her. Her body would instinctively relax as his arms came towards her, as if it knew it was safe from the outside.

So, it was no surprise that when he was away on deployment, she would find any way to try and replicate that feeling of being hugged by the beefy man. She would search up long pillows she could wrap herself in, she tried using clothes that smelt of him, hell, she even tried hugging herself to sleep, but nothing beat the real thing. The passing weeks were torture. No contact from her Simon, and time felt like it was dragging. Eventually, the loneliness spiralled into anxiety, worry creeping over her that maybe he wouldn’t come back.

Weeks passed, and Reader was at home, making herself some lunch with music playing loudly from the speakers, a way to try and calm her nerves about her sweet man. The music was so loud that she hadn’t heard Simon enter the house. He dropped his bags by the door and took off his dirty boots before slowly walking into the kitchen, where his favourite girl was stood by the stove, frying up some mushrooms. His steps were slow and deliberate, and eventually got behind her before gently wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. She jumped, startled by the sudden contact before quickly melting into the arms she loves. “You scared me, silly” she murmured, her hands still occupied by cooking. He let out a mixture of a huff and a chuckle before speaking, “Sorry luv, couldn’t help m’self.” His hands slowly pulled away from her, giving her space to plate up lunch before he went off to shower.

Her lover is back, and more importantly, she’s got back her favourite safety barrier.

- end

my first written fic!! sorry it’s quite short, i’m still new to this >w< hope you enjoyed!!

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cw: drunk calls/texts, as vague of a description of throwing up that I could manage

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You thought you were over it. Over him. It’s only been a couple months but they weren’t really a hard couple months. You were fine. You were fine. So there was no reason for you to be staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror listening to the muffled sounds of the bar as mascara runs down your cheeks. Because you were fine.

There were more drinks than you could count buzzing through your system and it was like your phone was screaming your name, begging you to take it. Call him. Text him, anything. Just hear his voice again. It was a stupid idea but you were too drunk to care anymore. You fish your phone out of the pocket of your jacket and sway on your feet as you slowly unlock it and find Simon’s contact.

You dial the number, half expecting to have been blocked but it rings. And rings. And rings until you’re sent to voicemail. You hang up and try again. Voicemail. But by the fifth call, you decide to actually leave a message.

“Hey. S’me. Uh…” you exhale through your mouth, laughing at yourself for being so stupid. “M’drunk. But that- that’s not why I’m callin. I mean it kind of is, but I miss you.”

You stop talking for a few seconds, staring yourself in the mirror again. “Heard our song. Remember that one I kept playin in the car until you started singin along? Now I’m cryin in the bathroom and-“

You’re cut off by the time limit on the message and the call hangs up. But that doesn’t stop you, you call again and leave another message until you’re cut off and keep repeating that until you’ve said all that you’ve needed to. Then you put your phone away and stumble out of the bathroom, slurring to your friends that you were going home and you walk out into the cool night.

It was three in the morning and you were hammered crying over your ex. You check your phone for any response but there was nothing so you get to texting.

Hey.

Didyoh get ym messged?

I miss au si

Can I come iwvr?

Imco mign over

You look up at the street signs and try your best to remember the way to his apartment. Not that it was difficult, you would go out of your way to drive through his neighborhood sometimes. You find your way to his building and have to crawl up the stairs because you could barely walk anymore. Once you find his door, you lean against the door frame with your face in the crook between the frame and the door and start your drunk singing to try and get his attention.

“Simon, m’here. Open the door yeah? I wanna talk.”

You keep on with your mumbling and pitchy singing until the lock clicks and the door opens, revealing an out of focus but peeved Simon meeting your hazy eyes. “Y’have any idea what time it is?”

His voice made you want to cry. Even sounding angry with you, it was so nice to hear again that you almost broke down into tears right at his doorstep.

“I miss you.”

“Y’drunk.”

You whimper and push past him to get inside, not that he made any move to stop you anyway. You bump into walls and take a deep breath, remembering everything you’d ever done together. You start crying again as you make your way to his couch and flop face down, falling asleep immediately. Simon watches everything and sighs deeply, closing his eyes before locking the door again and laying a blanket over you. He leaves a trash can and water close enough for you to reach and goes back to bed.

The next morning, you wake up slowly and are immediately overcome with unbearable nausea. You shoot up and find the bin, emptying your stomach into it all before you could realize where you were. When you were done, you look around and your heart sinks.

“Oh fuck. Oh no. No no no no no.” You shakily stand up and pat yourself down to make sure you still had your things and book it to the door to make your escape.

“Y’should eat somethin before y’go.” Simon’s voice stops you in your tracks and you turn to see him standing there with a fresh cup of tea. He holds it out and you kind of have to take it, he already caught you trying to leave.

You say nothing and go to sit at the table while he makes something easy on your stomach, also in silence. He brings you a plate of toast and some eggs, sitting across from you. You eat as quiet as you could and stare at your plate just wishing you could disappear.

“Why’d y’only call me because y’were drunk?”

You look up at him and struggle to swallow the bite of toast you’d just taken. “I…I’m sorry.”

“Not what I asked.”

“I heard that one song. And it just brought me back.” You explain, fighting back another wave of tears. “I miss you, Simon. I thought I was over you. I’m not.”

“I can see that.” He huffs and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what, y’thought callin me at three in th’morning would change my mind? Instead of actin like a normal person and givin it a try sober?”

“I said I was sorry, I-“

“If you’re sorry, you’ll call when you’re coherent and not pityin y’self. Try again and maybe I’ll wanna talk.” Simon stands up and start heading back to his room. “And be out in ten minutes, I got work.”

You just needed to watch from the sidelines while waiting for actual law enforcement to show up, but keeping Soap from barging over there was proving much harder than expected. You can’t even begin to count the amount of cages, and you're sure there's more out of view, that alone puts the guys on edge. And every time there was some distressed noise, Soaps head would snap in that direction and a few times you even had to hold him back. Ghost is just leaning against the tree staring towards the cages, his expression is utterly unreadable but he’s clearly pissed, and you're sure if you let Soap forward Ghost would be right behind him.

Soaps head snapped in the other direction before he moved slightly behind the tree, before you got the chance to move or ask him what he heard Ghost was pulling you against him and covering your mouth. You were confused until you heard voices closer than before “the stage is set up, buyers should be arriving soon” then someone else said “did those dragons finally settle down? we can’t risk anything here” you could see Soaps fist clenching, the first guy said “yeah fucking finally, they even woke up the big guy. How much do you think he’ll go for? I was thinking-” they were too far for you to hear the rest of their conversation. 

Soap immediately came over to you two “we have to go over there” Ghost added “the stage is where everythin’ is going to happen” moving was risky, and getting closer to the ‘action’ meant a higher risk of being caught, but on the other hand, if more people are coming then that's more people to hide from. Either choice was a risk, but in the end, moving closer to the stage had advantages, that's if you guys can find this stage without getting too close. “Fine, but we’re walking, flying is too risky” Soap and Ghost nodded.

Making your way through the forest was hard, you had never been this far out so you had no prior knowledge to help you, you guys couldn't get too close but also had to be careful not to go too far out and lose the area. As long as the row of cages were in view you guys were good, but eventually the row ended, you were about to turn around, there was seemingly nowhere to go. That's when Ghost tapped your side and pointed out a small dirt road, all the trees and branches had been cleared out. You guys backed away slightly before following parallel to the path, you had to stop moving multiple times when people passed, but eventually you made it through, and on the other side was a wide open area.

Honestly it was the oddest sight in the middle of the forest, there was a pretty big raised platform towards the front of the large area, but in the middle heading all the way to the back was rows and rows of seats. Soap muttered “what the hell is this” that was exactly what you were thinking “it’s an auction” Ghost said in a tight voice. That explained everything, and it meant there were going to be much more people here than you expected. Before you could say anything someone ran down the path and yelled "they're coming in” before running back. You turned to Ghost and Soap “okay we need to backup while everyone is moving around so they don't see us, and then once everything starts we can move closer, if your comfortable” you couldn't even imagine the things that they might show on the stage, you would understand if it was too much for either of them. But they just shook their heads, they needed to see Gaz.

Hallucinating scary things

hearing scary voice/ having minor auditory hallucinations that are still rlly scary

having a paranoia episode

and/or very, very scared for a non-threatening reason overall

please, if you know of any good ones, send them over?

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