“…, because it scares the shit out of their dogs!” you giggled on the passengers seat at the new dad joke you just dropped.
Ghost’s eyes stayed focused on the street but he couldn't help but roll them at the joke, smiling faintly behind his mask.
“Come on, that one’s just hilarious!" you poked his arm playfully.
“It’s alright,” the brit murred - Internally he’s noting that joke down though.
It’s a rainy night and Ghost had just picked you up from work. You got pizza and some wine for the cozy night in you’ve been planning before he had to leave the country again for work. You’ve dreaded this day.
Getting settled in and living a somewhat normal life with him felt too good to be true, of course it couldn’t last forever. Now he was about to be gone for approximately 2 months.
You watched the droplets run down the window before turning around to Simon, who’s focused on the red traffic light and has his fingers run along his temple. He looked nervous, you could tell. You slid your hand down to his tapping on is thigh and gave it a good squeeze, something he returns slightly. Once he saw the light turn green, his hand returned to the steering wheel and you both sat in silence on your way back home. With the jokes you’ve been telling him you tried to lighten the mood but seeing that it only worked partially you decided to give up.
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“Do you know where my robe is?! I thought I left it on the couch…” you shouted as you put a candle on the table and some wine glasses. Ghost was in the kitchen opening the bottle.
“Haven’t seen that one…” he mumbled whilst fighting to get the damn cork out.
You sighed in frustration and stomped towards the bedroom area where you find it placed on the armchair. Next to the…
“WHAT!?”
Ghost pulled out the cork just as you let out a shriek, painting a proud smile on his face.
He slowly turned around and walked towards the coffee table to pour some wine into your glasses, listening to you talk to yourself at the other end of the loft.
“SIMON RILEY!” you demanded him to come to you and explain. He let out a chuckle and put the glasses down to follow order. He’s greeted by his teary-eyed Pearl pointing at the brand new vanity table that he built before picking you up from work.
“You did not-“
“Couldn’t watch yer struggle to put on those lipliners and all…” the deep accent said behind you, heavy on the pride.
“It’s the exact same! It…Down to the 5 drawers on each side!” you exclaimed as you sat down on the chair in front of it and switched on the lights. There were lightbulbs surrounding the entirety of the mirror which illuminated you perfectly. Ghost leaned against the wall and crossed his arms in triumph. For him it was nothing to organize this desk and build it up but to you it meant the world - he could tell.
You wiped away some tears and jumped up to hug him tightly. Ghost immediately pulled you up and let you wrap your legs around his waist.
“Happy tears again…” he murred into your hair when closing his eyes to enjoy this moment. To enjoy the complete success of his surprise.
“Always,”you smiled into the crook of his neck
“I love you…” you followed up, adding some loving pecks along his neck and up to his stubbly jaw.
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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...
