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ghosts-cyphera · 1 month

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Drawing Trust

╰﹒to comfort a young girl who has just lost her entire family, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley borrows out the two things that bring him reassurance. his mask, and you.

warnings/content: themes of death/blood/violence, but overall just a fluffy little thing. gn!reader; simon taking off his mask for the first time in front of you; word count 2.3k

The maroon carpet was rough against the palms of your hands, as you sat cross-legged on the floor of the dimly-lit office. The night had fallen hours prior, and you stifled a yawn, as the quiet minutes stretched out: the only sound to be heard was the scribbling of the slightly dry ballpoint pens and the deep breathing of the concentrated child sitting beside you.

With her tongue nipped between her teeth and her eyes slightly squinted, she drew on the finishing touches and turned to you.

"Done."

"Look at you go." You smiled, as you leaned over to take a look at the blue, black, and red lines. The blue lines formed a box to which four black sticks, each with four smaller sticks at their tips, were connected. Two small circles, which you assumed were eyes, and a red curve right underneath them formed a down-turned pout on the features of the box-bodied stick figure.

"Leila," you gasped, as you turned to the little girl. "I was about to claim this to be yet another masterpiece, but I've just now seen that the mouth—"

She leaned in to take a look.

"It's upside down." You furrowed your brows. "This can't be right, can it?"

The little girl grinned. "It's right because he's sad."

"Sad?" You raised a brow. "But how could anyone be sad when they have such a neat t-shirt on? The blue really highlights the color of his eyes, you know. An awesome choice on your end."

"I only had three colors."

"Still," you chuckled, as you pulled out another sheet of white printer paper and handed it to her. "Only a true artist knows where to use each color. What do you say we play 'draw-and-guess'?"

"He's sad because his family is dead."

Alright. No draw-and-guess.

Leila's fingers closed once more around the ballpoint pens to continue the drawing. Now, connected to the smaller sticks—the fingers of the box-bodied stick figure—something resembling a black banana was being drawn.

Yet, you knew.

"He's sad because he killed his family." Her tiny little fingers wrapped around the red ballpoint pen, as she started to add splatters of blood, much in the shape of flowers, all around the paper. "They weren't really his family, not really. But they were as good as his real family, Mama said. He had been with them ever since he was a boy, but Mama said he became really bad and that's why he was with the cartel who wanted him dead, and his family dead. So then he killed them."

Indeed. It had not been a black banana that the target had been holding when your squad had found him a couple of hours prior with a self-inflicted bullet wound to the temple. The whole mission had been one big shitshow: suspects and leads turning up dead around one corner and another, until…

Until.

"But he didn't kill me, which is nice because I like hanging out with you." Leila's voice was matter-of-factly as she flashed you a warm smile. So matter-of-factly, indeed, that if she had not just heard his entire foster family dying, you might have laughed at the cheery tone of her voice.

"Oh, yeah?" You managed, as you gently nudged her with your shoulder. "Well, that makes two of us then, doesn't it? I haven't had this much fun since I sneaked into the office of my boss to steal his stash of candy."

Her eyes suddenly beginning to twinkle, Leila raised her gaze to meet yours: her drawing now lying long forgotten on the carpeted floor. "Candy?"

This you did know how to handle.

"Mountains, and mountains, and damn mountains of it," you confirmed with a grin. "I'm afraid I took a little more than I should have, but I'm sure there's still some left. Wanna go sneak around and see if we can find some of your favorites?"

"Maybe they have Three Musketeers," she nodded her head, as she hopped up from the floor. "Or Reese's. When it was Halloween, I ate so many Reese's that my poo—" Her words suddenly died down on her lips, as she took a rushed step closer to you.

You frowned. "Leila, are you—"

And that's when you saw the movement at the door of the office.

The figure standing by the door frame was so tall and wide that it blocked out most of the light streaming in from the hallway, and as it moved to take a step towards the two of you, Leila rushed to hide behind your back, small fingers closing around your arm.

"Oh, sweetheart," you rushed to speak with a breathless chuckle, your brows furrowed. "It's alright, it's just my friend."

As if finally registering the sudden shift in the mood, Ghost's steps came to a halt, and his eyes darted to search yours.

"Ghost," you smiled, making sure that your voice remained warm and steady. "This is Leila. Leila, darling, this is my friend, Ghost."

Despite feeling the way that she shifted her weight from one foot to another, she did not answer, as she continued clinging to your arm.

"I know he's a little big and mangy—," Ghost raised his brow at you, and you bit down your laugh, "but he was there when I found you. He had my back when I carried you back to the cars so that we could both get out safely." Your voice was a warm hum. "Would it be alright if he came here to say hi to you?"

Quiet.

"If you don't want to talk, that's alright. How about you go and squeeze my arm if it's alright with you that he comes over?"

Five small fingers squeezed around your arm, and you nodded your head with a gentle smile. "Atta girl."

On Ghost's features, you could see his gentle hesitance, as his heavy feet led him to take a few careful steps towards the two of you. With you sitting on the ground, he looked even taller and broader than he usually did, and just as you were about to ask him to crouch on the floor with you, he took the hint.

With his padded knees touching the carpeted floor, he spoke with a warm voice despite its low rumble. "Hello, there. It's Leila, yeah? My name's Ghost. I'm—err—I'm a friend of Sarge here."

"The bestest friend," you hummed with a soft chuckle, and from your words, the corners of Ghost's eyes crinkled.

"The mask’s what’s scarin' you, yeah?" He gestured towards the piece fashioned after a skull, and you could feel Leila taking a step behind your back. To peek over your shoulder or to hide further away, you were not sure of.

"It's—err—it's something that—," Ghost attempted. "It's something that makes me feel safe. Less scared, yeah? It's like—when I've got it on, I'm in my own world, yeah? In my own bubble."

You smiled, as you turned your head ever so slightly towards Leila. "Have you got something like that, love? Something that makes you feel less scared?"

And just as you thought that she was not ready to speak yet, the hesitant voice replied back. "I have a turtle. Eugene."

Ghost's laugh was low—all while gentle and warm—as he nodded his head. "That's a bloody brilliant name for a turtle, that is. You've got Eugene with you?"

"No," the small voice called back.

Oh no.

The same realization that crashed upon you visibly dawned upon Ghost, too, for you could notice the way that he blinked his eyes shut for a split second in his regret.

"I forgot to take him with me." Leila's voice cracked, and with it, your heart clenched in your chest. "I miss him."

"What do you say I—," Ghost glanced at you, lowering his voice ever so slightly. "I can go back 'n get it for her, yeah?"

"They had to pull all the troops back," you shook your head. "Something about explosives in the basement. They're waiting for SWAT to arrive to clear the house."

Fuck, his eyes told you.

I know, the raise of your brow answered, just as the quiet sniffle sounded from behind your back. What the fuck do we do now?

Ghost blinked his eyes shut for a moment, and then with a deep breath, he spoke. "Leila, love?" He sat down on the carpet, his fingers gently moving aside the drawings. "Remember what I told you about the mask, yeah? About how it keeps me safe and protects me?"

A quiet sniffle came from behind your shoulder, followed by a quiet "yeah."

"Well, having assessed the situation at hand, in my—err—professional opinion, it seems like it's you who's needing the mask right now more than I am, yeah?"

You blinked at his words, your lips parting ever so slightly as his gloved fingers moved to the hem of his mask. You could see the soft hesitation in his movements: the gentle shake of his hands, barely noticeable yet there if you knew to look for it.

And with a deep breath, he pulled it off.

Pausing for the briefest of moments, he looked at the mask in his fingers before raising his gaze. At first, it was headed slightly past you towards the girl behind your back, and then, it drifted to you.

He was your Ghost.

The corners of your lips tugged into a smile, and you swallowed as you nodded your head once and thrice.

He was your Ghost, and he was beautiful.

Fucking hell.

From the sudden blurriness of your gaze, you glanced up in a desperate attempt to blink away your tears, only to give up with a soft chuckle as you felt two of them rolling down your cheeks, slow and gentle.

Happy: the same happiness reflecting back on the features of Ghost, as the tip of his boot brushed against yours.

I'm here, his eyes told you. It's alright.

The sudden gentle movement behind your back drew you back into the moment, and just as you forced your lips to part, Ghost, instead, took the lead.

"Wanna come ‘n take a look at it?"

While her movements were still overshadowed by her hesitance, there was now a hint of curiosity too in the way that Leila slipped out from behind your back, and walked to Ghost.

Sitting cross-legged next to him, she carefully reached for the mask, her index finger running across the cheek of the skull.

"It's not soft like Eugene is," she hummed before her carefully twinkling eyes found those of Ghost.

"No," he laughed with a nod of his head. As he did, his nose scrunched up ever so slightly, and you bit your lip to hide your smile. "No, but what I like about it is… When you have it on, no one can see your face, right? It's—"

"Oh, it's like—," Leila smiled, as her fingers traced the edges of the skull. "It's like the shell of Eugene. When he's scared, or—or when he needs to be alone, he can go into his shell and feel safe because it's just him there."

"Yeah. Something like that, yeah," Ghost nodded with a smile. "Wanna—err—wanna try it on?"

Her eyes sparkling now, Leila nodded her head fast and hard enough to surely get the girl dizzy were she to keep it up. "Yes, please."

"C'mere then, yeah?" His fingers fumbled with the fabric, as he got it straightened out. "Look up." She did as she was told, and Ghost slid it over her head—only for the three of you to laugh, as it slipped over her eyes. "Hold up. There ya go, yeah? Can you see through the holes?"

"Yeah," Leila called out, her voice slightly muffled. Despite not being able to see her little features any longer—her button nose and freckled cheeks hidden by the mask far too big and wide for her delicate features—you could hear the burning excitement in her voice, as the mask shook with her nods. "This is awesome. Do I look scary now?"

"Fuckin' terrifying," Ghost grinned.

"How does it feel?" You hummed, leaning back.

"Safe," Leila confirmed with a chuckle.

"Yeah? Like the shell of Eugene, eh?"

"Yeah, like I was hiding in a shell." She laughed. "A big shell. A stinky shell."

Ghost's eyes blinking shut, he nodded his head as a deeply amused laugh danced from your lips.

"Yeah. Yeah," he grinned, the apples of his cheeks slightly flushed as his hand moved to rub his face with his laughter. "This turtle might've been a little lazy with his fuckin’ baths lately, eh? What do you say you give it back here before you embarrass me further in front of my best friend, yeah?"

Leila laughed as her little hands moved to slide the mask off her features, and she drew in an exaggerated breath. "Ah, lovely fresh air."

"Little shit," Ghost grinned, and you playfully kicked him with your boot.

"Keep it up and we're not taking you with us on our candy heist, are we, Leila?"

"Nah, he can come," Leila smiled, as she offered her hand to urge you up from the ground. "He's fun, even if he's stinking. Besides," she then chuckled as she pulled you up, before offering her hand for Ghost. “We need him to carry it all back. Because he's stronger than we are."

"Happy to be fuckin' useful," he chuckled.

"And if we get caught," you arched an amused brow at the girl, softly elbowing Ghost as you did, "we can blame it all on him."

"See, this is why I like you," Leila announced, as she started leading the way out of the office. Yet not before her voice, gently amused yet oh-so-knowing, had added: "And probably why Ghost's in love with you, too."

The corners of your lips tugged into a smirk, and you raised a brow at him. "That so, Lt.?"

"It was you who demoted me, darlin’," he chuckled under his breath, as his fingers brushed against yours, gentle and knowing. "Best friend, eh?”

Or maybe—just maybe—something just a little bit more than that.

a/n: if you liked this wee little thing, please do let me know via comments, tags, or asks—whatever works for you. reading your feedback means the absolute world to me. ♡

#eugene </3 lmao #this is one of my personal faves !! so I'mma shamelessly toss it in the spotlight bc it'll be forever gone soon !!

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ghosts-cyphera · 1 month

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hi my darlings <3

it makes me sad to post this, but I think it's time for me to delete my blog. it was amazing to be here with you all, and I'm forever grateful for all the love you sent my way. I just don't see myself getting back into CoD, and sadly my blog has become a source of stress for me rather than happiness. it's not because of any of you—if anything, I doubt I'd be here today if it wasn't for so very many of you. please know that your love and support made a difference.

if you want to save any of my fics for future reading, please go ahead !! I only ask you to keep them for personal use, and to not repost them, even with credit.

I love you all and wish you nothing but the best. 💗

with tons and tons and tons of love, lo 💕

#<3

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Harder.

╰﹒ sometimes a slip of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s hand is all the push you need.

content/warnings: swearing and suggestiveness; gn!reader; wc: 1k

a/n: gods, it's been years since I've last posted my stories online, but I couldn't sleep after playing CoD and... well. those who get it, get it. feedback and requests are welcome! ♡

Your feet pounded the cement as you ran through the cargo hold, finding security from the midst of the rusty metal containers.

All around you shouts and calls erupted from your friends' lips—some followed by warm laughs, others by deep curses, as the Task Force 141 submerged into the practice session.

"Gaz, do you copy?" The call passed your lips as a warm chuckle, as you crouched behind an oil container. "I've just gotten Soap's dog tags."

"Oh, I know." The reply was spoken with a laugh. "He's sent Ghost to come and find you. Fuckin' dumb on his part, considering that—"

"His tags are the last ones we need to win." You nodded your head. "Any visual on him? The last I've seen him was when he swiped poor fucking Roach off his—"

"I only needed his dog tags, didn't I?"

You grinned at the deep voice echoing from the other side of the container. You should have focused on listening to him approaching, but then, when did you ever really hear him coming?

"Funny," you chuckled back at the man, as you planted your feet steadier against the ground, careful to not make a sound. "You see, Lieutenant, your tags are exactly what I need. So why don't you just go ahead and toss them to me? We can take it real nice and easy."

"'Cause that's how you fuckin' like it, eh?"

You could hear the laughter in his voice, slightly breathless from the time spent dashing around under the scorching sun. Just moments before you had cursed the heat under your breath as you'd felt the pearls of sweat rolling down your forehead. Running in full gear tended to get to the fittest of the force, yet it did have its benefits, too.

Benefits, such as the sound of Ghost's vest brushing against the metal of the container. At your ear level, right around the corner to your right.

You wet your lips with your grin. "Want me to show you just how I like it, Lt.?"

"Darlin', you and I both know that I can read you like an open fuckin' book."

You could hear the brush of his vest against the metal again, as he moved closer to you. You knew he was out of paint-ammo: Gaz had gotten away with his tags from mere luck only moments prior, which meant that you had the higher ground. The moment he moved to lunge at you, could take him down with a single pull of the trigger, and grab his tags off his soon-to-be paint-covered vest.

Yet what was the fun in that?

With an arched brow, you laid your gun on the pavement. The screech of it against the ground, as you kicked it out of both your reaches, did not go unnoticed by Ghost.

”Sure you wanna do that, love?”

"Just to make it fair and square," you chuckled.

"You know I can't just kick off half my fucking body, yeah?"

"Wasn't it just this morning that I wiped the floors with your—"

A gasp and a curse were all you could manage, as your back collided with the hard cement of the ground. Handling the shock of the impact was one thing, but seeing him towering over you, fucking victorious, was another pill to swallow.

"Jesus fuck, Ghost." Despite your voice being a mere pained groan, you could not shake off the laughter from your features: the same laughter that glimmered in his eyes. "You know we're just fucking practicing, right?"

"I know. But you see, whatever the fuck it was that you said about takin' it nice and fuckin' easy—," he chuckled, as he crouched by you, "just doesn't do it for me. So what do you say I take these…"

His skeleton-patterned gloves reached for the chain around your neck, and just as you rolled your eyes at the certainty of your team having lost over you letting down your guard, the events began to unfold.

Whether it was from his finger slipping on your glistening skin, or from you turning your head at the exact wrong moment—perhaps it was from the combination of both—his hand did not wrap around the chain of your dog tags.

Instead, Ghost's fingers wrapped around your throat.

One moment he was sure of the victory of his team. Next, his brain could not function. For there you fucking were, on your back with your eyes slightly widened and lips parted, and his hand—his goddamn gloved hand around your throat from all the fucking places.

The worst of it all was not the wave of embarrassment that flushed through him. The worst of it was how fucking good you looked.

Yet he knew.

He knew.

No, he should have known better than to let his guard down: to allow himself to get distracted by the tug of the corners of your lips, as you tilted your head ever so slightly, chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths, your eyes fucking twinkling.

Yet as the fingers of your hand rested on his and the word passed your lips, fucking pretty, who could blame him?

"Harder."

To hell and fucking above. From your breathless request, his lips parted involuntarily under his mask. To say what, he did not know: plead, maybe, for the first time in his life.

No, it wasn't pleading and begging you wanted from him, was it? Quite the fucking opposite.

No. Focus.

Fucking focus, Lt.

Using the fleeing moment of his racing thoughts to your advantage, you pushed off the ground and brought your knife—sheathed—to his throat. The twinkle in your eyes was brighter than ever, and as you laughed, the sound was all but menacing.

"Really, Ghost?"

"Don't even fucking begin," he cursed, breathless, as your fingers wrapped around the chain around his neck, and tugged off the dog tags.

Yet as long as he had tried to deny it, it was not the slight touch of humiliation of having lost that made his head spin. You—he wet his lips, as he watched you twirling the tags around your finger—were going to be the goddamn death of him, and for one reason or another, he was ready to welcome it with open fucking arms.

“Ready for round two, sarge?” His chuckle was deep as you tossed his dog tags back to him, your eyes twinkling with challenge. “You know, I’m not gonna take it fuckin’ easy on you now.”

“Oh, that’s mutual, Lt.”

That—Ghost wet his lips with a chuckle—that he was fucking counting on.

#the first ever fic I posted on this blog !! eeek

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ghosts-cyphera · 1 month

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hi my darlings <3

if you want to save any of my fics for future reading, please go ahead !! I only ask you to keep them for personal use, and to not repost them, even with credit.

I love you all and wish you nothing but the best. 💗

with tons and tons and tons of love, lo 💕

#just a quick timezone reblog <3 kisses !!

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ghosts-cyphera · 1 month

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hi my darlings <3

if you want to save any of my fics for future reading, please go ahead !! I only ask you to keep them for personal use, and to not repost them, even with credit.

I love you all and wish you nothing but the best. 💗

with tons and tons and tons of love, lo 💕

#I'll take my blog down somewhere in the upcoming days <3 #and hey !! I very well might come back. if I do I promise to let you all know it's me <3 #after all this /is/ my third writing blog in the past eight-nine years lol. I always end up coming back #I love you all so very much <3 #lo talks #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader

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aw lo i am so so proud of you !! you are doing an amazing job and it’s wonderful to see— you should be so happy with how far you’ve come !! sending you lots and lots of luv <33

aaaah this made me cry !! thank you so much, darling fernie. I'm—🥺💕🫶🏻💗✨ just thank you. so very much, for all your love and support and kindness.

#lo has got no words to tell fern how much she loves her !! criminal #lo answers #fernie <3

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ghosts-cyphera · 1 month

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heyo everyone !! just quickly dropping by with an update to let you all know that I've had my intake meeting a couple of days ago, and it went really well, I think.

it was three hours long, and they also wanted to interview my mom separately and even got a translator for her which was very sweet of them. they did a full physical exam to rule out any physical reasons that might be causing my depression, interviewed me with a doctor and two psychologists, and now they'll go through all the info they gathered and come up with a treatment/future plan for next week's appointment.

they were all so very sweet and understanding, and at the end they even told me that they can definitely see and hear very strong evidence of my (highly suspected but not officially diagnosed) autism, but since that makes my mood disorder more complicated, I might be redirected to get help from a place that is more specialised in people with autism. it makes me a little bit scared because I'm afraid I have to wait once again for a longer time until I get help, but it's still a step forward. but they'll consider all the options and promised to come up with the best plan for me !! so I just gotta wait until next week to hear it.

they even ordered full bloodwork, which I felt was quite amazing. when I needed psychiatric help in finland in '18, a single doctor met with me for 15 minutes and then I had meetings with a psychologist once a week, lol. these people spent thousands of euros and dedicated the time of five professionals (one doctor, three psychologists and a psychiatrist) on just trying to figure out how to help me the best, and it's all covered by my insurance, too. I feel quite very lucky.

long update !! in a nutshell, I've been doing a little better, maybe. I think my sadness reaches deeper, but I feel less hopeless and suicidal. I've had some better moments again, and fleeting moments of feeling like myself. it doesn't mean much, but I know it's good for me even though it's often followed by a rougher patch once more.

I love you all and hope you're doing well. it's just a passing thing, this shadow. 💗

just got a message from the psychiatric hospital letting me know that I’ve been successfully placed on their waiting list, with the estimated waiting time of six weeks 💗 !! I can do six more weeks by myself !!

#lo talks #depression #suicide

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just wanted to drop a note that i’m thinking of you and miss seeing your lovely self around 💛 i hope you’re doing well 💛💛💛

aw, rosie !! you're the absolute sweetest. I hope you've been well; you are one of the people who always made me feel the most loved and at home here, and just seeing your name pop up is enough to make me feel all warm and happy. I adore you 💗 !!

#lo answers #astraluminaaa

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ghosts-cyphera · 1 month

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thinking about u love <3 hope you're doing well

<3 sending you so much love, spoonie !!

#I adore you #lo answers

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ghosts-cyphera · 2 months

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hiii, I just want to know how you been doing and if you got any news from the psych hospital :)

we miss you dearly and we're here for you 🤍

aw, hello love 💗 they gave me a call a few days ago, and we scheduled an intake meeting for the 21st of March, and a doctor's appointment for one week after that, during which we'll come up with a treatment plan.

I was doing a little bit better for a couple of weeks, but not so much anymore. I know healing isn't linear, but... it just sucks. but only a bit over two weeks until I'll hopefully begin to get help so !! I definitely have something to hold onto for a while. 🥰

thank you so much for checking in on wee me. it means the most. I'm sending you all the love! 💕

#they sent me 22 pages to fill before my intake sksk #mood disorder and depression questionnaires #and one that lists a bunch of trauma situations and then I need to fill in if that's happened to a family member or me and if it happened-#-to me I need to fill in if it happened before or after I was 16 lol #and then there's questions like if I felt loved and nurtured and held and supported as a child and I was like 🥲 yuh totally lmao #anyway !! I love filling questionnaires so I'm surprisingly stoked for this #lo answers

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Ma’am I have a headache and I’d just like to say that ghost definitely presses gentle kisses to your brow bone when you’re feeling sick, thanks for coming to my Ted talk

pornstar!ghost x fem!reader; masterlist here ♡

"here you go."

you opened your eyes from the feeling of something warm poking at the palm of your hand. from the tea in your favorite cup soft twirls of white steam arose, spiralling in the air as you pushed off the couch.

"should help with the headache," ghost hummed, his voice low—careful to not send another wave of pain to gnaw at your head.

"thank you, ghost.” you managed a soft smile despite the pained frown between your brows, and you shuffled on the couch to make him space next to you. "how did you—"

"from johnny," he spoke with a soft smile, his raised arm inviting you to scoot under it.

his chest was warm against you. his arms safe, as you brought the steaming cup to your lips and blew gently. "I didn't know you knew soap," you glanced at him with a soft hum.

"worked together in the past," he chuckled, fingers drawing soft patterns on your arm. "he's good people."

"he is," you smiled. "he's the one who noticed I wasn't being myself. I hadn't even realized, I think, until he asked me if I was alright and I stopped to listen to my body. I think that's when I started sobbing," your laugh was gentle and you took a sip of your tea.

in an instant, you could feel a touch of warmth traveling through your body. your muscles letting go of their tension, and ghost hugged you only closer to his chest.

if it had not been for the pain pounding against your skull, you might have realized how special that was. the intimacy outside of set together. the way his fingers moved to your chin to lift your head up.

the way that his lips moved to press gentle kisses on your brow bones, each of them helping you with letting go of the tension around them.

"I'm happy it was johnny there with you, yeah?"

I wish it had been you, you wanted to say.

"oh, yeah?" you asked instead.

a moment of silence and then, a deep laugh from his lips. "fuck no."

your own laugh was warm as you opened your eyes, only to see the way that he was looking at you. the warmth in his eyes, and the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

so warm. so adoring.

his hand slid from your chin to your cheek, fingers brushing against it as his gaze, warm, held yours.

"I can't get you off my mind." his voice was low, a touch of amusement in it. yet it wasn't—

he meant it, didn't he?

me neither, you wanted to say.

instead, you shifted on the couch. your smile warm as your lips found his cheek.

me neither, your kiss told him. and as you drew back, in his eyes you could see it all.

the beginning of something new.

a/n: have I had this sitting in my drafts since october? possibly. I didn’t feel ready to post it back then, but after all that’s been going on with me and my blog lately, these two deserve to have a little moment of something warm, and gentle, and hopeful. a promise of a tomorrow, together.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #pornstar!ghost #pornstar!ghost x reader

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