sweetheartbitesb4ck

[sweetheartbitesb4ck]

part one here

Simon wakes up late, rubbing his eyes and groaning. Usually- because of his big, strong build- he would get away without getting hungover, but today felt different.

His eyes widen as he remembers the antics of the night before, peering down at the inside of his wrist and the smudged scrawl of numbers. "Fuck..." Ghost gulps, standing up from his messy bed and pulling open the blinds to the mid-day sunshine. Thank goodness it was the weekend.

After a moment of just standing idly, recounting the evening as well as questioning life choices, Simon glances at his phone, turning it on only to see the bombardment of texts and notifications. Most texts were from Soap and Gaz, begging for a follow up on the 'window lassie' but also multiple from his other mates (who Soap had obviously blabbed too about the encounter) pretty much pleading for information and context.

"Shit," He moans, grabbing on a T-shirt and fumbling the blurry number into his contacts. He didn't even know your name, let alone why he was quite so smitten with you. The soldier takes a while typing out and deleting messages, almost feeling panicky over what to send. Christ this girl is making me soft. He thinks, frowning slightly as he hovers over the send button.

'hi'

It had taken him four whole minutes to pluck up the courage just to send two letters. 'hi'.

What the fuck.

You look over at your phone as it buzzes, peering at the notification from an unknown number. You assumed it was the man in the mask- Simon- from the previous night.

'who is this?' you respond, clicking send without a second thought. You raise your eyebrows a little at the immediate response.

'Simon' You read his text out loud, laughing at how eager he must have been to reply so quickly. After adding him to your contacts under the name 'mask man (Simon)' you return to your conversation with the man. You giggle again as you see Ghost typing on and off for at least five minutes, spluttering as he finally sends 'U ok' three letters. No punctuation. Damn.

Simon perches on the end of his mattress, phone clutched firmly in his large hands. He was still texting you, freaking out a bit as he sees the three dots appear. He had that weird feeling in his stomach again... That unfamiliar (unfamiliar to Simon, at least) feeling that must be what other people describe as 'butterflies'. He stares into space, whole body jumping up as the phone pings.

'I'm good thanks'

'You?'

Ghost grins widely as he reads it, palming his face as if to switch back to a grumpy exterior. He couldn't fathom why he was getting so giddy over this girl and was even more surprised that he was this giddy without even drinking anything. (Not counting the night before, of course.)

'good'

You smile at his answer. You felt as if you knew this man you'd never even spoken to properly. Heck, you'd never even seen his face, but still found yourself blushing at the thought of him.

Taking a deep breath, Simon sends another text. Goodness knows how long it took him to write those three deadly words- 'are you free today?' He turns his phone off, tossing it onto the bed and pacing around the room for a minute. It was very cliché and comical, but very unironic.

When the mobile vibrates again, he throws himself across to the phone, heart beating quickly and face red with nerves.

'yeah. wanna get coffee or something?'

Ghost's reaction is the text book definition of a jaw drop, his eyes widening and pulse thumping in his ears. He jolts up again and starts rummaging through his chest of draws for any clothes that were somewhat decent. "I need new clothes, what the fuck is this shit..." He mutters, grimacing at the tatty old jeans and tops with weird and out of date slogans.

Unbeknownst to Simon, you were doing the exact same thing, grabbing out dresses and jeans and T-shirts and jackets, squinting at the old stuff you'd probably had since you were a teenager. You return to your phone, realising you hadn't proposed a time or place for meeting up.

'is 3ish good? The coffee shop along West Street?'

You can't help but feel a buzz of excitement as Simon replies with a thumbs up emoji, your whole face lighting up as you rush back to picking out a nice outfit.

All this for a man I barely know? You think, raising your eyebrows absent-mindedly. Sure. Why the fuck not.

At three, you stand outside the suggested café feeling way more anxious then you had expected to. You glance at your phone every so often, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket and gazing around at passers by trying to pick out your date from the crowds. Date? You thought it was a date, at least.

Simon rushes down the road, stuffing his wallet and phone into the pockets of the cleanest jeans he could find. He tugs on a jacket as he speed walks, also hosting a plain black T-shirt and the same skull printed balaclava as before. He figured he should probably explain the mask... just to ensure you didn't think he was a robber, or something sketchy.

Yet again, his heart starts to pound as he catches sight of you, his cheeks burning beneath the mask. He approaches you with a slower pace, trying to seem nonchalant. "Hi," He gasps, doubling over to catch his breath. Simon was usually a very fit man, what with his work, but the anticipation seemed to make him weaker.

"Hello," You respond, smiling warmly at the man. Still in that mask, huh? You think, raising your eyebrows and looking down as he gasps for air. "Are... you okay?" Stuttering slightly, you reach out, hand hovering over Simon's back unsure weather to pat it or hold him up or at least help him in some way.

"Sorry-" He grunts, standing back up and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I ran," He gushes, trying to justify his panting.

"Oh..?" You nod, a bit confused. "Should we go in?" You ask, tilting your head slightly. Ghost smiles with his eyes and nods, tentatively placing a large hand on your back as you walk inside together.

here's the part two, hope you enjoyed it!

I'll do part three if you guys want! (I'll probs do it anyways bc what can I say, I'm kinda invested)

@scaleniusrm

[sweetheartbitesb4ck]

part two here

Simon 'Ghost' Riley, who always kept such a stoic, emotionless facade, couldn't help but feel drawn in when he walked past your house.

Your windows were wide open, so the loud music crept out into the street as you danced around the kitchen, belting out lyrics along to the song. Simon paused as he noticed, a huff of laughter escaping from him as a smile crept over his masked face.

Stepping forward slightly, the Lieutenant craned his neck to peer through the window, his eyebrows furrowing with amusement as you jig around to the song, your singing muffled as you bend down to put a tray in the oven.

"Not too bad," Simon mutters to himself, referring to your singing. After a moment, he snaps out of his intrigued gaze, realising how creepy he probably looked, also realising, despite these unfamiliar feelings, how different he was to this person he'd never even spoken too, like a slab of concreate being best friends with a rainbow.

He carries on walking, shaking his head as if to shake the 'sense' back into himself, however he just couldn't get rid of that slightly fluttery feeling in the base of his belly. Ghost was used to being able to walk through life not feeling anything for anyone, partly because of his rough childhood and mostly because of the mannerisms gained from his line of work. Yeah, you hadn't had a great experience growing up either, but you were so open. Simon almost found it... refreshing?

Even at work he couldn't get rid of that lingering feeling. In the mess room, it was obvious. Simon was always... grumpy, to say the least, but today he wasn't even getting angry at MacTavish when he was being annoying, which was a clear indicator something was off.

Soap stops messing around, his grin shrinking to some degree. "Alright, LT?" he inquires, tilting his head slightly. Ghost grunts, scowling through his mask. Gaz looks over, nodding in agreement at Johnny. "Yeah, to be fair you seem off Simon."

Simon turns to Soap, then Kyle, his eyes dark. "Stop fucking pestering." He says bluntly, voice deep and gravelly.

Later, (in the pub, obviously) Simon was still quiet, sulking over his drink.

"I say we buy him some more booze and get him to spill," Soap whispers to Kyle, eyebrows raised smugly like some evil genius devising a master plan. "Yeah he's being weird." Garrick responds a little to loudly, and Ghost's neck pretty much snaps round. He looks the two up and down before returning to his drink. "Aye the blokes very crabbit." MacTavish mutters, rolling his eyes.

After Kyle and John had made poor Simon tipsy from countlessly thrusting more and more drinks before him, they started to question him. "Why so silent?" Garrick's eyes flick to Johnnies, as if to ask for approval for the question. Soap grins and nods, watching as Simon slams down down his fists on the table, leaning backwards in his chair.

"There's this girl," He mutters, shaking his head as both Gaz and Soap sit up, leaning in. "A lass, aye?" MacTavish squints, smirking at Simon. "Where'd you meet?"

"We haven't- I mean, I saw her through her window..." Simon grumbles, adjusting his skull mask. "Oh?" Kyle's mouth opens in a confused O shape. "Bit pervy. Maybe talk to her?"

"No... it'd be like a bag of skittles.. and I dunno, a boring old rock shagging." Ghost pouts through the mask, eyebrows contorted slightly.

"So... yer different from each other?" Johnny frowns, evidently bewildered. "I think he went and fell in love with this window lassie," He turns to Gaz, his expression contagious.

"That's the fucking problem!" Yells Simon, his eyes shining with unironic yet comical sadness. He slams his large, gloved hands into his face, tipping back on the chair.

"Show us window girl then," Garrick chuckles, obviously not convinced. The three man stand up, Soap shoving a few notes onto the table and thumping Simon's back gently as they walk out into the dark.

"She lives like..." The lieutenant trails off, pointing randomly around before stomping off down the road. After about 10 minutes of walking, he stops abruptly in front of your small house. The downstairs lights were all on, shining cosily from inside. The three stand there for a moment before Soap nudges Simon. "You gonnae talk to her or not?" Kyle steps back slightly as Ghost groans like some enamoured softy. "Maybe not..." Gaz murmurs.

"Oh you and your sensibleness can fuck right off." Johnny says as he starts to shoves Ghost up the pathway to your house, knocking on the door before darting away and leaving the bewildered man just standing there. Simon registers what's happening as the lock starts to click. It was too late for him to walk away. His breath hitches as you open the door and open your mouth, confused. "Hi?" You say, voice slightly unsure.

His eyes widen and he grins sheepishly, taking in your beauty close up and blinking as he starts to speak. "Hello Miss," You shift around slightly, grip tight on the door. Who the fuck is this guy? You think to yourself, looking the masked figure up and down.

You step backwards slightly as you notice another two men walking up the path, one grinning and the other rather reluctant. The one with strange looking mohawk places a firm hand on the masked mans shoulder and the other one just cowers behind mohawk man.

"My friend Simon here would like your number," Soap smiles, Scottish accent loud in the crisp night air. Simon nods enthusiastically. "You're pretty," He slurs, sticking up his thumb and grinning with his eyes. You nod, trying not to burst out laughing.

"Oh, well... thanks," You smile briefly, leaning backwards into the house to grab a pen. You weren't sure why you were doing this... giving some random man your number, but something had you hooked. Maybe it was the fact you could see how toned and muscly he was, even through his hoodie, or just because of how blatantly bizarre the encounter was. "Here," You tug up masked mans sleave, scribbling your number on the inside of his wrist. "Yay," He mumbles, turning around and tripping down the path, his two buddies in close pursuit.

You can't help but notice him drunkenly punch the air as he stumbles down the path, and as you click the door shut you can't ignore the smile plastered on your face and the flush creeping over your cheeks.

should I make a part 2 ?

sorry for any mistakes I'm tired af again heh... anyway, any reblogs / support is appreciated!! hope you enjoyed !

[sweetheartbitesb4ck]

You and Johnny 'work out' together

sexual content!! MINORS DNI!

reader has female genitals

CW: sex lol

Due to Soap's job, he was very fit, and as a way to maintain that he would frequent the gym. You would come with him when you were free, however it always resulted in less working out, so to speak.

On the car ride over, Johnny is constantly side eyeing you, taking in the sight of your body in those, as he would say, "bonnie wee shorts" He places a big, calloused hand on your thigh, occasionally squeezing it. You smirk, already knowing just how the day would pan out, the same as every other time the two of you went to the gym together.

Once actually in the gym, you and Soap would separate, doing completely different exercises, however, every time you glance over at him you can't help but notice him absent-mindedly staring at you as he works out. It makes you smirk every time, sometimes probing a snort of laughter when you purposefully start squatting or doing something mildly flirty and turn back at Johnny, his eyes round like saucers while he moves robotically as if on auto pilot.

After a while, he walks over, wrapping his buff arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "We might as well go. I cannae get anything done with you here," Soap mumbles, planting a kiss onto your nape before pulling away for a moment. Turning to face him, you let out a laugh and raise your eyebrows. "You're really that desperate?" Soap looks down somewhat sheepishly, pulling a comical sad face when his eyes gander back to meet yours. On the way up to your face, his gaze lingers on your chest, making you laugh again. "Oh my gosh fine!" You splutter as Soap's face lights up like a kid on Christmas day. He lets you get your stuff before hastily grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the gym.

Success. Johnny thinks to himself, probably a little too excited as he pulls out of the car park as if he was in a racing game with infinite lives. He snatches looks at you, smirking suspiciously just as he had done on the way there, his hand seeming to sneak further up your thigh every time he didn't need two hands on the wheel.

He practically catapults out of the car, running round to the passenger door and ripping it open, waiting impatiently as you get up and walk into the block of flats. On the lift up, he's restless, one arm wrapped around your waist but occasionally sliding a little too far up. Smiling smugly, you bat away his arm. "Johnny we're still in public," You laugh as he grumbles to himself.

"Hurry up," He whines as you unlock the door and push it open. He slams it behind the two of you, sighing as you go to the kitchen to put your stuff away.

As you stand on tip-toes to chuck your bottle in the cupboard, he comes up behind you- tying you up with his arms and planting kisses along your neck, his left hand shifting from your hips to your chest, sliding under the sports top. Fuck, you make him crazy. Gently, he shifts his spare hand to your hips, his thumb tugging at the waistband of your shorts before he eases them down fully, exhaling slightly at the sight of you in your pretty panties. He strokes your pussy through the thin fabric "Shit you're wet for me, aye," He murmurs, accent thick as he quickly pulls down his own shorts then his boxers.

Feeling his hard length throbbing against your thigh, you twist your head around slightly. He leans forwards, kissing you as he bends you over the counter, one hand firmly on your hip and the other one sliding your panties to the side, index finger circling your clit. Soap teases his tip at your entrance for a moment, before inching it all the way in, making the two of you moan simultaneously.

You bite your lip, trying to stop a loud whine from searing from your mouth... but fail. Johnny slides out again slowly, just his tip buried in your soaked entrance. He thrusts back in, catching his breath and letting out a deep guttural groan as he begins to pump in and out. "Fuck you're tight," Soap grunts, his hips beginning to move faster. He moves a hand back under your top, roaming around your breasts and pinching your nipples as he fucks you raw. He also starts to leave a trail of kisses along your neck again, pushing your hair aside and nibbling at the soft skin, his lips meeting your flesh with delicacy. If you knew how you made him drunk and giddy for your body existing...

Your legs start to quiver and your eyes roll back with pleasure, your walls flexing around his cock as he coaxes both of you towards your climax. "Come for me," He mumbles into your hair, shifting a hand to rub your sensitive clit again.

Your body trembles more intensely as the sound of skin colliding echoes through the kitchen. Soap continues pistoning into you, hitting that spot even as you moan loudly, head tossing back and eyes blanking as you reach your climax. This only turns Johnny on more, and as your body twists with pleasure he grabs onto your waist, pulling you to match his jolts.

His eyes flutter shut, hips bucking and slowing down as he groans quietly, cock twitching inside of you as he comes, filling you with his warm load. After a minute of slowly moving in and out, he stands still, leaning in to kiss your cheek gently.

"So much for going to the gym," He whispers, grinning slightly.

"I'm sure this counts as cardio," You reply, your whole body still numb with pleasure.

thank you for reading!! I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes I'm very tired lol- just had to write about my fellow Scot. any notes appreciated !!

[sweetheartbitesb4ck]

`` the things we love the most hurt us the most ``

cw: mentions of alcohol, angst

words: 5.3k

You knew Simon loved you… heck, sometimes he would take his mask off around you, but you couldn't help but worry about him.

Of course you worried about his deployments; you would spend hours rotting in bed, allowing your fears to crash over you like waves, flooding your mind with worst case scenarios. Your friend would have to drag you up and out, much to your unwillingness. "But what if there's a letter… or a call.." You would murmur, your face plastered with anxiety and dread. Once he was home, or you had received a letter from him, your body could finally breath, your tense posture softening and the storm in your mind calming down.

However, you still worried when he was home. You would watch as your partner would drink away his trauma in the evening, sitting on the sofa with a stoic expression. The glass of whiskey in his hand never seemed to empty, what with him constantly refilling it. You would try to comfort him- cuddle him or gently probe him to talk, but Ghost would shut you out. Yeah, it upset you, but most of all it made you feel sick with nerves… What if he leaves me, or does something to himself... What if he can't stop. It was what seemed like an endless spiral of what ifs and overthinking. Maybe you just cared too much.

You shake yourself up from your seat (perched on the edge of the mattress, head in hands as you spiral) as you hear the door twist open and shut. Glancing at the clock, you frown. [01:32] "Shit.." You whisper as thuds rattle through the flat… probably Simon taking off his heavy combat boots after a night out at the pub, his drunkenness making him clumsier than ever.

✧.* Creeping into the hallway, you take a deep breath, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of Simon. "Hey," You say, voice soft. He looks up at you, his eyes hollow beneath the mask. "Don't be angry," He slurs, face scrunching up as he wobbles towards you. You grab hold of his huge frame, wrapping an arm around his waste and guiding him to the sofa. Your heart breaks at his words… Am I being overbearing…. or rude? You think, rubbing your eyes and blinking the thoughts away. "I'm not angry," You whisper, walking from the living room into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the shelf and filling it up with water before carrying it through to Ghost, your hands trembling slightly. You sit down next to him, lifting the mask slightly and putting the glass to his lips, waiting till he takes it in his own hands and starts to gulp down the water. "You're okay," You note, your voice hushed as you watch Simon, who was normally so loving and brave, cry silently, his huge frame jolting with each sob.

"I'm not…" He chokes, looking away. God how you wished you could make it all go away for him. "Talk to me, Simon," You turn him towards you, trying to mask the pained look on your face. "Please, love." you mumble. He shakes his head, his expression strained. "I need a drink." He grunts, trying to stand up but failing and falling back onto the sofa.

Something about his words just made you snap. You weren't pissed off, well at least not directly at Simon, but at yourself for letting it get like this. Standing up, you shake your head, trying to ignore the tears that had started to tease at the corners of your eyes. "No." You say bluntly, stomping to the kitchen and emptying the contents of the booze cupboard, unscrewing caps, opening bottles and cans and pouring them all down the sink, the stench of liquor and beer making you slightly queasy. You go back into the living room, wrapping your arms around Simon and helping him up, guiding him to your shared bedroom and into the bed. He falls asleep instantly, probably passed out from the copious amounts of alcohol he had drunk earlier. You turn of the light and sigh, your movements slow and tired, but you can't sleep, your mind crawling with guilt and fear about things you never even did.

✧.*

You wake up to the racket of Simon clanking around in the kitchen and you squint from the light streaming through the curtains. Standing up, you yawn and rub your eyes before traipsing into the kitchen. Ghost turns at hearing your footsteps, raising his eyebrows slightly. His mask was off, dark shadows circling under his eyes. "Morning," He nods at you, squeezing your shoulder casually. He was far too nonchalant, what with the incident from the night before. It was just enough to tick you off.

You exhale and tilt your head, crossing your arms over your chest. "Can we just talk?" You ask, your tone hard and unreadable. Simon shrugs, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "There's really nothing to say." You bite down on the inside of your cheek as he says this, obviously annoyed. "Yes there is," You urge, voice worn. "Please just talk to me... Simon I want to help you," He rubs his temples, shaking his head.

"Love, I appreciate it but I-" You shake your head, your manner obviously shifting. "No. Just- no, Si- I can't sit here and watch you drink your life away. It's not fair on you or on me!"

Stepping back slightly, Simon lowers his voice. "I want to get sober, I really do, but I can't burden you with all my... shit," He pauses for a moment, looking away. "I was born broken, you know it, I know it, we all fucking know it. If you can't deal with it then... I dunno. I really don't."

thank you for reading! I'm thinking this is gonna be part of an angsty series? I just felt like writing something a bit grumpy before I post something else. anyways, hope you enjoyed and are having a good day/night!! any support appreciated!

-sweetie

[sweetheartbitesb4ck]

new years eve

"Oi! Bugger off. No- not you. You stay." Simon tugs you down onto the sofa next to him, his grip on your arm firm as he scowls at his friend, John, batting him away with his spare hand.

He wasn't used to this... this whole relationship thing, comfortable with his intimacy being limited to one night stands and certainly not comitments.

Tentatively, Simon hovers his arm over your shoulders before exhaling slightly and letting it embrace you as you smile and gently nod at him. The two of you had been friends for two years and dating for just under a week, so Ghost was still cautious and felt a bit out of his comfort zone when Johnny invited him and his new partner, you, to his new years party.

"It's nearly time," You mumble, leaning into Simon's side and pointing at the countdown on the small TV in the corner. "Mhm," He nods, standing up with you, his arm drifting off your shoulder to squeeze your hand as you slowly push through the noisy, drunk people and through to the balcony of John's flat.

It wasn't by any means big, and the winter air made you chilly, but you could see the whole city stretched out like a map, the lights from windows sparkling in the dark as if to mimmick the starry sky.

"Cold, eh?" Ghost pulls you infront of him, wrapping his hands around your waist. "That alright?" He tilts his head, not wanting to fuck things up before they'd even properly started.

"Yeah," You whisper sofly, grinning as you hear the cheers of people from inside and as Simon tightens his arms around you. "Happy new years," He says quietly as an array of fireworks launch into the sky, your gasp of awe pulling a smile onto his masked lips. As the other guests start to file onto the balcony, the fireworks provoking hushed reactions, you turn to Ghost, standing on tiptoes and gently placing your left hand on his chest, letting him hook around you and pull you in.

Slowly, you pull up his mask, to just above the tip of his nose and he leans in to kiss you, your lips connecting as the fireworks drown out the people around you, drown out the world, just you, two slightly giddy and nervous lovers with no idea about what you're meant to do.

After stretching it out for as long as possible, Simon pulls back, a blush creeping over his cheeks under the fabric of his balaclava. "Was tha-" You put a finger to his lips, your heart fluttering at how this usually so gruff man was being quite so caring with you, fluttering at how he must like you that much.

"Simon. Shut up," You mumble, looking up at him before leaning in and kissing him again.

"I think I love you," He whispers between kisses, the words foreign on his tongue.

Of course you couldn't hear him, what with the huge firework going off, the bang making you giggle slightly as the sky illuminates with bright red; the colour of love.

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hi! thank you sm for reading- this is my first post! it's not very well written because I'm very tired but I thought I'd go with new years because that's coming up / just happened for many of us! 𖦹✮

anyways, if you read it, I hope you enjoyed! I would really appreciate any feedback / support. happy new years!!

- sweetie