Simon "Ghost" RIley, One Shots.

Milk tea.

The nights felt so much colder without that giant of a man in bed next to you. He was like your own personal heating pad. God you missed cuddling up next to him even if he didn't quite reciprocate it most of the time. You were just glad he let you consume heat from him.

For now the weighted blanket would do.

Tossing your book to the side, your hand went for your phone and quickly called your boyfriend...you missed hearing his voice.

The phone rang out, once, twice and then finally he picked up. His voice was quiet and groggy. Like you woke him from a nap, such a rare thing.

"Riley speaking."

You laughed and laid back down, holding your phone up to your ear.

"Hi sweetie."

You could hear him let out a sigh.

"(Y/N)...Should have known it was you."

That voice was something you could never get over hearing, it could ring out all day and you wouldn't get annoyed...well. maybe you would.

"I miss you. Well, I miss not being cold at night."

Simon let out a soft laugh, almost like he expected you to say something like that.

"Suck it up for about.. another week or so."

"Hey! It's not my fault I'm cold all the time. I got used to you being here to keep me warm."

"Just get a jacket or something. Close that damn window, you always sleep with the window open."

You gasped, he didn't have to bring up the window thing. It was out of fear of carbon dioxide poisoning. (I sleep with my window open because of that too.)

"Shut up, I regret calling you now."

You scoffed but you didn't hang up, you didn't really mean it.

"No you don't. You say that all the time and I can never take you seriously when you say that."

"You're right but I have work tomorrow. I just wanted to make sure you were alive."

"I always am. Have a good night darling. I'll see you soon."

You smiled at the nickname, it made your heart flutter.

"See you soon Simon. I love you."

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"Always am? Oh you fucking asshole."

You punched his arm lightly, absolutely pissed off by how he came home.

"I never said I wouldn't be wounded."

Simon scoffed, placing down his balaclava near the vase of roses he brought home. His bicep was bandaged up, from what he said was just a scratch...oh it was obviously more then just a scratch.

"You worried me sick when you told me you were in medical. God, giving me a heart attack."

You glared at him, not happy with how he came home to you at all. It hurt to see him with new scars.

"I'm alive?"

He cracked a small smile, making his way to the kitchen. In need of a cup of tea to soothe his dry mouth.

Picking up that one porcelain tea set you had bought him some time ago, setting the  kettle on the burner.

He did his usual, set his cup on the counter, tea bag waiting patiently in the cup for the water to be poured.

Just like he did every morning and evening before he went to bed.

"Really? Straight to your tea like a stereotypical British man."

You teased, watching from the entry way.

"Got a problem?"

He glared at you, with that smug 'do something about it' kind of look on his face.

"I won't because...you'll beat my ass..."

Simon only laughed, turning back to what he was doing. It was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound being when he poured the hot water into his cup, along with some milk and sugar.

"I would never lay a hand on you..(Y/N)."