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I NEED NEED NEED INJURED GHOST AND NURSE READER WHERE SHES TRYING TO FIX HIM UP AND HES BEING ALL FLIRTY N SHIT AND SHES LIKE NOOO STOP GIRL;))) PLS PLS PLS<3333

ouhhhh i love this :((

cw:none, fluff n flirting, suggestive at the end

‘you really need to be more careful, lieutenant..’

you cooed softly, gently wrapping the film—like bandage around his forearm; watching his eyes flicker to yours ever so slightly, cold porcelain of his mask clutched in his hand, thumb rubbing against the fabric slowly, watching your lips purse in concentration,

‘you can’t keep promises, you promised me you wouldn’t be back here for a while.’

‘promised y’id come see you when i could.’

gloomy eyes stared through own worried ones,his thick brows furrowing in thought, leaning back against the bed while you hoisted his leg up; pulling the end of his trousers up.

‘besides, couldn’t not see my favourite girl, mm? love my work wifey.’

‘m’not your work wifey—what the hells a work wifey?’

‘my wife, at work. yr’ my wife, just don’t know it.’

the blonde grinned down at your visibly flustered expression, gently swatting at his stomach —watching the large man roll over and groan in pain, your eyes immediately widening, lifting a hand to his tummy.

‘simon? lieutena-‘

before you could comprehend, warm lips brushed against the palm of your hand, his full lips parted as he scanned over you afterwards; lips curling into a lazy smirk, a scoff leaving your throat.

‘you’re not funny, nor slick.. this isn’t how you charm a lady!’

‘yeah? i’ll figure it out.’

‘you’re unprofessional.’

few days later, he was back.

suspected he pulled something during training, couldn’t walk properly after. Knee looked funny, and he had to balance on his toes, so here you were—knelt down infront of the man, kneading and pushing back on his knee, only sound being the low bass of his breaths; pale lashes batting against his cheek.

‘sore?’

you questioned, pushing back on his kneecap.’

‘mmhhhmm—a bit.’

tugging the back of his knee forward, watching his pupils dilate, cut off as you tried to speak.

‘yeah—christ..yeah, fuckin’ painful there..’

‘could be your pcl, sir.’

ghost was too busy watching you between his knees, hands resting on his large thigh, lips parted as you spoke softly to him, like a child— resting on your knees, god—-you were so close, he could just shove—

‘yr’ gorgeous.’

‘..mhhh?

‘pretty. yr ’ fuckin’ ethereal.’

‘simon? you can’t say these things! not here..not ever, you’re a superior.’

‘and?’

with a shake of his head, he hunched over on the bed slightly, large hand cupping your jaw, your throat bobbing with the slow gulp you took—is this real? what the hells happening? the man just stared down at you, cocking his head to the side.

‘yr’ so easy to play with, puppy.’

‘w-what?’

‘my barracks later, yeah?’

Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on

Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,

Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work

"Baby! The water won't turn off?"

"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.

Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name

Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price

"Oi, Cap-"

"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"

"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."

Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-

Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema

Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect

Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you

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Simon x You.

Shit he misses you.

Having most of his days in constant pumps of adrenaline it's hard to think of anyone else. Even you.

But when he does miss you, it's all he has.

Utterly tired out of his mind, sore at every muscle point.

Thoughts drained as he slowly pulled off the layers of armor. The belt. The vest. The boots. Just thinking of you.

"Luv.. I missed ya"

"Missed me?"

Speaking to himself in hushed whispers, so he can hear it, listening to your soft voice playing in his mind when he stops talking.

"Was thinking bout you.. every night"

"Oh? Even on duty?"

He'd think of lines, responses you'd say to every comment. His imagination spurred during the nights. His inner world was too preoccupied with the sound of your voice, the face you'd make, the white noise in the background. Too distracted to put back his gun, too distracted to loosen his shirt, too distracted to clean the black around his eyes.

"Hm, sometimes. Couldn't help it. Wish you were here.."

"If I was there.. I.."

He'd come back from each mission to the silence of his home. The emptiness spoke volumes as he brushed his rough fingers across the still walls. The curtains where he left them. The bed untouched.

You were nothing but a figment of his mind. But he'd play his own either way.

"I'm home"

"Took you long enough!"

You'd jump into his arms, embraced by the smell of his ashy body.

You'd start tearing up after so long, muffled into his chest

You'd eagerly wash his body, massage each painful wound.

You'd run your fingers through his hair, playfully pulling each tangled strand harder than needed to hear him grunt.

You'd let him make sweet love to you over.. and over.. and over.

Won't you?