The evening before your birthday.
Of course you opted for the costume party in the comfort of your home.
It was the perfect idea since most of your friends were showgirls too, owning some of the most fabulous outfits you’ve ever seen and you also enjoyed to dress up, Grace knew you well after all.
You sat outside in a café with her, both smoking a cigarette after paying the bill.
“So what you’re gonna do with him?” she blows out the smoke.
“It’s so complicated, isn’t it…?”
You originally met up to plan the party tomorrow night. After this, she’ll go and sew the last bits of her fabulous, very secret costume & you’ll take care of the final bits like groceries, drinks, all of that.
The majority of your time together you spent telling her about Ghost though. You’ve only seen him once since that unpleasant night 3 weeks ago. And it made you cringe thinking of that encounter.
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You had just finished your shift and had one too many drinks. You also thought of Ghost every passing minute, missing him so much that it hurt. After contemplating about calling him all day, you (or the alcohol you’ve consumed) gave in and decided to go visit him at his place.
He couldn’t say no to that.
He could decline your calls, ignore your texts all he wanted.
But if you’d show up in front of his door, he would never turn you down...Right?
Your mind was fuzzy, drunk & lonely.
You got your coat and tumbled towards the exit, König catching you as you nearly tripped over.
“ ‘m scuse me, Meister.” You whispered, holding onto his strong arms before fixing yourself back up on your heels.
“Brauchst du etwas?” (You need something?) the worried guard asked you.
“Mmmmm…König could you drive me somewhere? I’m done *hiccup* ‘ere…” you mumbled.
“Of course! Where to? Home?” he said, taking your bag that you had dropped onto the floor.
You told him the address, not saying who it belongs to or what it is.
“A friends place then?” he questioned you, walking close behind as you made your messy way through the crowd.
“Yes yes, friend…Thank you, König.”
Once you reached Ghosts complex, you reapplied your lipstick in the rearview mirror.
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Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE...
