#PoisonousObsession:Ghost

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — alternative ending

>> Ghost x Reader

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

You open your eyes and yawn, your palm running across the blanket, trying to find your phone, so you could check the time.

You were supposed to just lay down for fifteen minutes, but you ended up sleeping for almost an hour.

At first, you roll around in the bed, hearing the creak of the mattress as you try to shake off the lingering sleep. Your gaze wanders aimlessly across the room until suddenly you realise something is… burning.

Your pupils dilate, and you jump up, stumbling over your feet as you run towards the kitchen.

The hallway is filled with thick grey smoke and you have to cover your nose and mouth to avoid breathing it in. You curse when you realise you burned the dinner; whatever you had left in the oven to cook was now ruined.

You keep coughing, and your eyes water, but eventually, you manage to open all the windows and the smoke evaporates. The lingering scent of a burnt dinner serves as a painful reminder of your culinary mishap, leaving you with a sense of inadequacy.

All you wanted to do was surprise your boyfriend, but somehow you screwed it all up.

Lately, you feel like you are a mess without him. You never realised that you could miss someone so much, but when Simon left for a mission, all your days began to blend into one. You felt like you were missing a part of yourself and all you could think about every night before falling asleep was that you wish he would come back sooner.

You check the time after cleaning up the kitchen, washing the dishes and tossing out the burnt food. You realise you still have an hour left to run to the shop, and then maybe grab some take-out on your way back.

You’ve already put on your shoes and are on your way out when you realise that you should probably leave a note for Simon in case he comes home while you are out.

Finding you here, making dinner was supposed to be a surprise, but now that it has been ruined, and he may return while you are gone, you don’t want him to be baffled by the mess and the fact that the house still smells like smoke.

Your feet carry you towards his office because you need a pen and a piece of paper, but when you try to open the door it is locked. You sigh and decide to send him a message instead.

However, as you press the send button and walk towards the front door, it opens and Simon comes in.

He doesn’t see you right away, but as his duffel bag falls to the floor and he glances around, perplexed, sniffing the air, his eyes fall on you.

Your lips curl into a smile and you move towards him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he picks you up, embracing you tightly. After putting you back on the ground, his hands settle on your hips.

“I missed you.” You say and your face lights up as a grin forms on your face. He smiles and his lips press to your brow as he nods his head.

“I missed you too, but why does my house smell like someone tried to start a bonfire in the kitchen?” He asks after finally letting you go.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bite it. Your cheeks get bright red, and your chest flushes with embarrassment, as you scratch the side of your neck.

“I meant to surprise you by cooking you dinner, but I fell asleep and when I woke up, it all was burnt.” You explain as you shift your weight from one leg to the other, anxiously toying with your fingers.

Simon teases you about it for the rest of the night, but you relax when you realise he’s not mad at you for making the mess in the kitchen.

When you offer to run to the store and also bring home takeout, he refuses to let you go. You make no objections, and after he showers and changes into comfortable clothes, you both lie down in bed.

“Just pick something.” He mumbles into your hair, his gaze fixed on the phone in your hand.

You’re curled up in his arms, his fingers gently rubbing your back. Your head lies on his chest, and you’re holding a phone, your eyes glued to the screen as you attempt to decide what to order.

“But I don’t know what I want.” You groan as you scroll further, unable to pick anything. “What do you want?”

When you raise your head to look at him, his gaze meets yours and he rolls his eyes, but his lips curl into a smile. You hand him the phone, finally giving up, and deciding that you don’t care and that he should pick what he wants instead.

He tosses the phone on the mattress, and you gaze at him confused.

Simon then shifts and in one quick motion, he flips you on your back and gets on top of you. You giggle when he places his hands on either side of your head, entrapping you under him. His body casts a dark shadow over you, and you wrap your arms loosely around his neck when he dips his head.

“I want you.” He whispers and his lips brush against you, but he doesn’t kiss you.

“Hm, let me phrase this better... What do you want to eat? Because I don’t know and I honestly don’t care what we order.” You continue to act oblivious because it is fun to tease him.

He closes the space between you; your body flush against his. As his hands creep under your shirt and his icy fingers brush against your sides, trailing over your curves, a shiver runs down your spine.

He leaves a path of kisses from your jaw all the way to your exposed collarbone. Your skin feels ablaze, and his touch weakens you to the core.

“You look pretty delicious to me.” He smirks and you giggle again.

His lips press against yours with a desperate hunger, as if he’s a man gasping for air in a world devoid of oxygen. The intensity of his kiss overwhelms your senses, and the desire is palpable.

You can practically taste the desperation on his lips, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body as his fingers move with urgency, desperate to get you out of the clothes.

That evening, no food is ordered, but Simon’s hunger is fully satisfied, and after he is done with you and you roll onto your back, pulling the blanket over your body, trying to catch your breath, you realise that you are no longer starving either.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 1

>> Ghost x Reader, part TWO

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon Riley knew he wasn’t a good guy.

From a young age, he was aware that deep within him, someplace he couldn’t yet reach, was an abundance of sinister desires, impure urges, and even more immoral thoughts just waiting to be released.

There were several times when he shut his mind, letting the darkness take over because he was too weak to resist as it consumed him, seeping out of him and urging him to just succumb to his darkest impulses.

And a couple of other times, he knew he shouldn’t have ignored the muted voice in his brain, begging him to stop, but he just wanted to feel adrenaline rush through his veins, as he yet again did things that could have easily earned him a death sentence if someone had caught him with dirty hands.

But he wasn’t stupid enough to be exposed. He was astute and smart; his every action was calculated, and everything he did was well-planned. He never liked surprises, which meant that no matter the situation, he was always prepared for any outcome, and he always knew what to do, no matter how desperate everything would look to someone else who wasn’t him.

However, he soon hit his limit. He was no longer thinking clearly. His diabolical side had taken control, and he knew he would eventually find himself trapped, ensnared in a mess he had made, with no way to escape and get out scot-free.

That’s when he joined the military, and it reshaped him by teaching him how to combine acting on his instincts and thinking with his head into one. He also learned a few skills that he believed might be useful if his obsessions took over again, but he told himself he would never use these new talents outside of the military in the real world.

But Simon had a bad habit of breaking promises.

In the real world, where everyone knew him as Simon rather than Lieutenant Riley, he was cautious of never revealing his true colors and so, he suppressed the darkest parts of himself, which were always rewarded, and for which he got praised when he returned to the military and it was time to jump into action.

He was the perfect soldier, a killing machine, who always got the job done. And, while his methods were unconventional and the way he chose to do certain things was controversial, everyone turned a blind eye since he proved himself by doing all of his duties efficiently and with excellent results.

However, Simon was unable to stay in the military and was forced to take a mandatory break when his most recent outburst nearly resulted in the murder of one of the recruits, who infuriated Simon to the point that he believed he had no option but to crack the guy’s skull in order to force him to stop acting out and being an annoying prick.

Now, he had three months to do whatever he wanted, but he had no idea how he was going to spend all this time. He was accustomed to rigorous schedules, being assigned tasks, and being told what to do.  And after spending almost a week cooped up in his house, he decided he needed to shake things up and get out because being stuck inside made him feel as if the walls were closing in on him, which meant that his mind began to spiral, wandering back to fantasies he would rather have ignored.

He started going to the gym three times a day, eating out at different restaurants, and when he grew tired of that, he even tried to prepare a homemade meal (and failed, which meant that he ordered takeaway once again). He even began going on daily walks; he enjoyed stretching out his legs, and it gave him an opportunity to let his eyes wander.

When he saw a pretty woman walk by, his imagination would often run wild. He would attempt to figure out what her name was, what she did, what she was like, whether she would smile at him if he approached her or make an excuse to get away from him as quickly as possible.

Simon wasn’t a romantic, or so he told himself. Because no matter who he dated or how hard he tried, the women always left him, claiming he was too controlling, too demanding, and left no room for air, suffocating them with his presence and constant need to know everything and treating them as if they are incapable of caring for themselves.

So he rarely dated nowadays.

However, as he walked home that late fall evening, his gaze was drawn to you.

You were hurrying down the street, gripping your skirt to keep it from flying up in the strong breeze. Your hair, which you had straightened just before leaving the house, was now tangled, and you kept tripping over your heels, blaming yourself for ever thinking wearing them was a good idea.

You appeared to be having an awful day, and no one else would have looked at you twice, because, in a weather like this, everyone was focused on themselves and getting home as fast as possible. But he saw you and was immediately captivated, unable to tear his dark eyes away.

Without realising what he was doing, he let his feet carry him, while his mind continued to spiral. He followed you, but kept his distance, staying far away for you not to notice his presence, but close enough to be able to study you from afar.

Simon took careful note of every little detail about you. But after examining what you wore and concluding that although your skirt was short and you had those high heels on, you weren’t dressed up because you wanted to impress someone, he couldn’t help but let his gaze glide down your curves as he focused on your hips, swaying side to side.

Eventually, you rushed into the coffee shop, which was packed with people, wanting to escape the dreadful weather and warm up with a cup of coffee.

Simon followed you, the bell chirping as he opened the door and stepped inside.

You were already at the back of the line, your eyes skimming the menu on the wall to check whether they had your favorite drink here.

Without thinking twice, he pushed past the crowd, making his way through the tables, and came to a halt behind you.

His gaze traveled down your body, immediately noting the height difference between you two and imagining how nicely you would fit in his arms as they wrapped around your shoulders, his chin resting on the top of your head.

Simon inhaled deeply when you threw your hair over your shoulder, annoyed that it was sticking to your exposed skin.

He wasn’t an avid fan of fragrances since they were either too sweet or had too strong a scent for him, making him want to sneeze and itch his nose, but whatever you had sprayed on overwhelmed him and the sweet smell of your perfume wonderfully complimented you, magnifying his growing obsession with you just a bit more.

The queue became increasingly shorter. When you eventually got to the cashier and told her what you wanted, you realized you didn’t have enough cash to pay. You began frantically digging through your purse, hoping to locate some loose change, but after looking through your purse and pockets several times, you had to give up.

Your cheeks were flushed, and you tried not to stumble over your words as apologies poured from you; you despised being in the center of attention. And the embarrassment you felt for holding the line and making everyone wait only grew when everyone’s head started turning to look at you.

Low murmurs and hushed laughter could be heard. Perhaps they weren’t directed at you, but in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but assume you were the main topic of everyone’s conversations.

“Let me.” Simon swooped in, his shoulder brushing against yours as he handed his card to the woman.

“You don’t need to-“

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He replied and smiled, giving you a brief glance before adding another cup of black coffee with three sugars to his order.

“Names?” The woman inquired, sliding Simon’s card back across the marble counter.

“Simon.” He said, turning to look at you. “And..?”

“Y/N.” You replied, your lips curling into a smile as you looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.

While you were quietly, in your mind, thanking the handsome stranger for saving you and paying for your coffee, Simon was already letting his mind wander.

Although it was his first time speaking with you and you hardly exchanged any words, he felt you two had a lot in common. One of those similarities being that you both seemed to like over-sweetened black coffee.

And your name…

Simon thought the name fit you perfectly. It wasn’t too lengthy or too short. It rolled off his tongue smoothly, and he couldn’t stop repeating it in his head over and over again.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 2

>> Ghost x Reader, part THREE

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon last spoke with you three and a half days ago, which roughly equates to 72 hours and 720 minutes.

By the time he paid for your coffee, learnt your name and had a brief conversation with you, the weather had cleared up. Despite the diminishing force of the wind and the encroaching grey clouds, you decided to tempt fate and venture out. You said goodbye to Simon, your hand brushing down his arm as you offered him a small smile, before leaving the coffee shop, hoping to get home before the rain started pouring.

The first night he came home, he tossed and turned in bed before falling asleep, desperately attempting to erase thoughts of you.

He kept his hands occupied the next morning too, doing one thing or another, but when he would least expect it, you would pray your way into his head, your face engraved in his memory, as he recalled the innocent look you gave him, and how your cheeks flushed with colour as you thanked him for saving you, promising that you would find a way to repay him.

He neglected his phone for two days and even refused to sit in his office and look at the computer. However, he ultimately gave up and after promising himself that he wouldn’t do anything harsh, he made himself a cup of black coffee, over-sweetened of course, he began looking for you.

He only had your name, so it was difficult, almost an impossible task. But not for him.

He had to scroll endlessly, refresh the page every so often and then check out every single profile on every single social media, but he was a man who never gave up, who always finished his task, and eventually, after hours of sitting in his office, he found you.

Most of your stuff was private; Simon had to find a way around it.

He didn’t want to use his own account, which was old and neglected because he wasn’t a big fan of posting and letting everyone know every single detail of his life: who he was, what he liked and what he did.

He set up a burner account. There was a slim chance you would accept his follow request, but after a day of waiting and checking his phone every five minutes, a notification popped up.

Apparently, the fact that his account didn’t have a picture or a proper name didn’t strike you as odd and you added him.

Simon stayed up all night analyzing your photos. Apart from the fact that you loved to document every second of your life, nothing stood out too much.

You posted about your trips. Every time you went out with your friends, whether it was a night out in a club or a brunch at your favorite restaurant, taking a picture was mandatory, and you later would upload it with a caption underneath.

Simon suppressed a low chuckle as his eyes skimmed the words on the screen. He had a dry sense of humor, yet he thought you were adorable and witty, even if your jokes only consisted of silly puns.

He was completely smitten with you, although you still were just a stranger to him, a woman he happened to run into on a cloudy fall day. The voice in the back of his head kept urging him to take a break, to slow down and take a breath because if he kept going at this rate, his fixation was going to transform into a poisonous obsession.

He emptied his mind and allowed the darkness to swallow him, as he continued to act on his impulses.

Simon made sure to look up all your friends as well, but again, he couldn’t uncover anything useful besides that your two closest girlfriends and you had a habit of going to your local nightclub every other Friday.

He found the address of it and jotted it down on his notepad in a messy handwriting, thinking this could come in handy. Maybe the next time you see him, it will be in a crowd, while loud music blasts from the speakers, and you will be tipsy enough to gather your courage and approach him to say hello.

Simon was ready to go to bed. He rubbed his eyes, which were strained from staring at the screen for too long, when he scrolled just a little bit further and stumbled upon a picture of you with a man, his hand securely wrapped over your shoulders, drawing you in close as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

Anger. Jealousy. Confusion.

That was all he felt. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, causing chaos within. He didn’t know you. You two were strangers, and he had no right to be possessive of someone he had just met, but his infatuation with you drove him to act irrationally.

If he thought he was done for tonight, he was mistaken, and now he had a new target to investigate.

Unlike your profile, which was private, the man in your photo had all of his accounts open to the public.

After doing some digging and finding some very old posts and pictures, he discovered that Matt – that was his name – was your ex-boyfriend, your high-school sweetheart with whom you separated after you moved to a different city.

You and Matt hadn’t seen one other in a long time, but his last photo indicated that you two went out to dinner recently to 'catch up', and he seemed to be back in your life.

Simon wanted — needed — to know more, but there was only so much information he could gather while sitting in front of a computer.

He lit a cigarette after he dragged himself into bed, knowing that it would help him think clearly and unwind.

He knew he had to come up with a plan, to find a way to get to know you. There were a million questions in his mind, but one thing he was certain of: he had plans for Friday night, and it included him for the first time in a while, going out and stepping his foot inside some dingy nightclub.

Simon went through your profile again before closing his eyes, looking at your photos, looking at you. Despite his frustration, the sight of your face, your smile, those lovely eyes of yours peering at him through his phone screen, caused a sudden surge of heat throughout his body.

As his craving for that sweet release grew, a fiery sensation ignited in his abdomen. It was wrong and vile, but his hand slid down his torso and into his boxers as his imagination conjured promiscuous scenarios, which included you, on top of him, rolling your hips against his and whispering his name, your voice barely audible as you begged him not to stop.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 12

>> Ghost x Reader, alternative ending

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

THREE HOURS EARLIER

The instant Simon saw you, he knew something was awry. He observed you fumbling with your phone, the uneasy shift in your body as he approached you. Your excuse almost worked; he almost believed that the abrupt change in your behaviour was due to a long day at work. After all, he didn’t have time to take care of your boss because before leaving he was preoccupied with making sure that your friends, mainly Mindy, got the message to stay away from you.

He was headed to the bathroom when his gaze wandered to the office door and he noticed that it was... open. He quietly walked in and immediately he knew.

His was pulled to the note on the table, which you had forgotten to throw away as you ran back to the kitchen. He picked it up before walking over to the shelf. He didn’t need to look inside the box to know that you had peered inside.

For a brief while, his mind was overwhelmed with thoughts. His emotions swung like a pendulum between anger and distress, blending together in a confusing mix.

When he heard you yelling, telling him you were going to the shop, he knew that he couldn’t let you leave this house.

PRESENT

Simon stood in the dark corner of the basement, watching you. You were curled into a ball on the floor, confined in a cell, your face obscured. He could hear your muted whimpers and sobs, and he knew you were crying. He wanted to step inside, to embrace you and help you calm down, but every time he got close to the bars, you would leap up and beg him to stay away from you.

You were fuming when you initially regained consciousness. You were enraged and kept shaking the bars, demanding that he let you free and explain what he had done. Even though you knew the truth deep inside, you needed to hear him say it out loud, to hear him confess, because there was still a part of you that wanted to believe this was just a nightmare from which you would awaken soon.

Simon left you alone in the shed. The cell was frigid, dark, and confined, making you feel as if you were suffocating from a lack of oxygen.

He returned after what appeared to be an eternity.

He didn’t open the cell door, but as he got near, he kneeled and placed a blanket, a pillow, a water bottle, and a book on the floor.

“I have to leave again... I promise I will come back, I won’t abandon you here.” He tried to speak softly, not to startle you, but as his voice reached your ears, your body wanted to coil even tighter into a ball and you refused to raise your head. “I need to do something, but… but when you see me again, I’ll explain everything to you, I will answer all your questions. You’ll realise that everything that happened.. and all I did was for you.”

TWO DAYS LATER

Simon took longer than he had promised to return. And by the time he showed up you were convinced you were going insane.

You attempted to distract yourself by tearing out the pages of the book and folding little flowers out of them because you had nothing better to do.

Then when your fingertips started to ache, and your eyelids started getting heavier, you tried to sleep, too.

But every time you closed your eyes, you couldn’t sleep because all you could think about was that fucking box and how Simon was responsible for ruining your life. You condemned yourself for your ignorance. How could you ever trust him? How could you allow him to touch you with the same hands that killed Matt?

“Do you want me to just explain it all or should I answer your questions first?” He asked, but you remained silent.

You didn’t want to talk because you knew you’d say something you’d later regret, something that would enrage him, and the last thing you wanted to do was aggravate him. Your only hope of getting out of here was to persuade him that nothing had changed after what you found in his office - you were still in love with him.

“Yes, I killed Matt, but only because I had no other option. If you had heard how he talked about you... He saw you as a dumb girl, whom he could manipulate and who, he knew, never rejected him because she was starving for attention. And I knew it wasn’t true; you are more than that, and if he couldn’t see it, he had to be erased from the picture.”

It pained you to hear that, but it didn't justify Simon ending someone's life.

“Your friends… I didn’t do anything to them. I just dug up some old pictures that Mandy tried to hide and used them to make her stay away from you... so that’s why your friends began avoiding you.. I know you believe I had no right to do that, but Y/N, they held you down, and you were only there for their amusement.”

Also, he told you about how he broke into your house, which made you want to throw up, thinking about how many times he might have been there, watching you, going through your stuff while you were completely unaware of his presence inside your home.

Simon described how he fell in love with you the moment he saw you. He knew you were special, and he knew he had to have you no matter how long it took or what he had to do.

A WEEK LATER

You were still in a cell, but after the initial shock, you could gather your thoughts and create an escape plan.

You started talking more; you stopped ignoring Simon, and you could see that he was still distrustful, but the relief and joy in his eyes whenever you opened your mouth, even if it was to ask for water or tell him you were hungry, was palpable.

You stopped begging him to let you out. You knew it was pointless because you needed to earn his trust first, to convince him that you wouldn’t tell anybody about what had occurred and that you still loved him.

“I know you don’t want to let me go home yet.” You said while folding a flower. At this point, you were running out of pages, but this helped you to stay calm and keep your voice from trembling. “But maybe.. we could.. you could take me outside? I’m not going to flee, I’m not going to leave your side, I’m not even going to move, but I just need to get some fresh air because I feel like I’m suffocating in here.”

That night he denied your request, but the next morning you awoke to find him unlocking the cell. He tied your hands, telling you how he doesn’t want to do this, but he has to, just in case.

“This place is in the middle of nowhere.” He said as you climbed out of the basement. It felt like he was giving you a warning, telling you not to act stupid because he could sense that your thoughts were racing at a thousand miles per hour as your eyes darted around.

“I’m not going to run.” You promised and even forced yourself to step closer and kiss him on the cheek.

You were outside for an hour.

He made you sit down on the ground, cross your legs and put your tied-up hands in your lap, while he towered over you, not letting his eyes wander. You could see nothing except a curtain of thick trees and a dusty road that seemed to lead nowhere as you looked around.

Running would be foolish, but you thought it was your only option. You refused to die in that cell, and you refused to return and allow him to lock you up again.

So, when Simon turned his head for a split second, you stumbled to your feet. Your hands were tied in front of you, and you didn’t have time to loosen the ropes, so you just ran.

With every ounce of speed you could muster, the chilling wind sent shivers down your spine as you raced ahead, your senses heightened and your body in constant motion. You could hear him shouting at you to stop but even though your legs hurt and your entire body ached, you refused to let him catch you.

But Simon was faster. He was tenacious, and after what felt like an eternity, two arms wrapped around you and a body collided with you. You struggled, kicking your feet, attempting to bite him and scream, but a hand clasped over your mouth.

He dragged you back. You could see the wrath in his eyes and feel his taut body against yours as you looked over your shoulder.

You kept attempting to get free, but it wasn’t because you were trying to flee anymore; it was because you were running out of air.

His one arm was tightly wrapped around your neck, pinching your throat. You tried screaming and yelling for him to release you since you couldn’t breathe, but he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying because his palm was still clamped to your lips.

Simon couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, and the sole thought going through his head was how dumb he was for trusting you.

You weren’t prepared to confront the facts just yet. You couldn’t tell he wanted to make your life simpler. But he still loved you, and he was ready to keep you imprisoned in the basement for as long as it took you to realise that everything he did was for you.

You stopped resisting, but he didn’t loosen his grip until you were back in the cell.

He forced you to sit on the floor, but as his arms unwound, your body collapsed. He knelt to look at you, his eyes widening as he observed your pale face.

You weren’t breathing.

He checked your pulse before his fingers curled around your shoulders, and he began shaking you violently.

“Wake up, wake up..!” Words spilt out of him like a desperate prayer. “Stop playing! Stop pretending, Y/N!” His rage had given way to remorse. He refused to acknowledge that you weren’t moving.

Simon didn’t dare to admit that he killed you.

He eventually took a step back, allowing your body to tumble to the ground once more. He stood up and saw your head fall into a mound of neatly folded paper flowers.

He was at a loss for what to do. A sense of emptiness washed over his body, leaving him feeling numb, while his mind remained devoid of any coherent thoughts.

But the quiet voice in his head, the blackness that encompassed his body, wrapping around him like a warm blanket, kept whispering into his ear that this was always going to end this way.

You were never meant to be his.

In accepting Simon into your life, you unknowingly sealed your fate as another victim of his, unable to withstand the darkness that lurked within him.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 4

>> Ghost x Reader, part FIVE

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon lit his second cigarette. He was standing across the street from the nightclub; this wasn’t his scene, and he hated places like this. But you might be in there, and he was willing to confront and endure things he despised if it meant he could see you, be near you, even if it was just for a second or two.

You were like a drug to him - addictive and lethal, and even when Simon tried to quit it, to stop thinking about you, he couldn’t and only fell deeper, his addiction growing worse.

The more he allowed it - you - to devour him, the more the darkness spread inside him, wrapping around his body, coating every inch of his skin, slowly, entrapping him, ensuring he remains oblivious until it’s time to snap back to reality. That’s when he will find himself trapped, unable to move, to stop or to turn back. He will have gone too far and it will be too late.

Simon tossed the cigarette to the ground, treading on it with the tip of his boot.

He put a little more effort into his appearance tonight than usual.

The subtle scent of his cologne lingered around him, leaving a trail of allure wherever he went.

Normally, he wore simple jeans and even plainer shirts, but today he dared to pull out and put on a leather jacket, which was an impulsive purchase and which he seldom wore since he felt odd in it.

He wasn’t blind, so when he glanced at himself in the mirror before going out, he knew he was going to catch your eye.

Tall. Muscular. Dark eyes, dazzling smile and deep voice. Unapproachable man with a frigid exterior who only seems to have his eyes on you. What woman wouldn’t like that?

He was confident that you would fall straight into his trap.

Simon entered the club, attempting to steer clear of people, but it was difficult since everyone kept bumping into each other, and there was no room for personal space - the place was overcrowded.

He rarely drank since alcohol dulled his senses , and he disliked not being fully conscious and aware of his surroundings. But if he was going to get through the night, he understood he needed a drink to stay calm.

He pushed his way to the bar. His stature towered over most people. Their heads snapped around to look at him because, even in the dim lighting, he still stood out against everyone.

The music was deafening, and there wasn’t a single song that Simon had enjoyed so far. However, others appeared to like it, and the dance floor was packed.

The lights were flashing, occasionally illuminating the space in different colors and making Simon grunt in frustration since it was hard to see, making it difficult for him to locate you in this crowd.

And what if you weren’t here? What if today was Simon’s unlucky Friday, and you chose to stay at home instead of going out?

Simon shoved those thoughts out of his head. He didn’t want to think about the worst-case scenario just yet. And he should probably have a drink before giving up and leaving.

The bartender took his time getting to Simon once he finally reached the counter, and the man took even longer to serve him his drink. However, after ten minutes of waiting, Simon was finally handed his glass of neat whiskey; he didn’t like cocktails, and he preferred his alcohol not to be diluted and, of course, with no ice.

He was lost in his thoughts. At first, he just watched the people and judged them. How could anyone think going to this club would be fun? It was dingy, gloomy and old, and the service was shit. However, when it came time to criticize you for coming here often too, Simon, of course, came up with an excuse for you.

Maybe your friends just kept inviting you here. Maybe it wasn’t your idea to keep coming back, but you didn’t want to say no and turn down an invitation to a girl’s night out, which, at this point, had become a tradition.

He preferred to imagine that you were the type of woman, who enjoyed staying at home, curling up on the couch and watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn instead of spending the night, drinking and partying, while trying to avoid drunk men, who were too confident and kept flirting, kept putting their hands on you, kept…

Simon took a deep breath. His thoughts were spiraling. He needed to stop for a minute because he was becoming enraged; his own mind was making him furious, and that wasn’t good. If you came here tonight, if he saw you here , he didn’t want to be in a sour mood.

Desperate for a nicotine fix, he stepped outside , hoping the fresh air would calm him. He moved away from the crowd, but not too far away from the entrance, since he wanted to keep his eyes open in case you showed up. After spending nearly an hour inside, he could safely conclude that you weren’t there.

“Simon?”

He was so concentrated on staring straight ahead that he didn’t notice you approaching him from behind.

He turned around, blowing out the smoke. He expected to see only you, but there were two other women standing a few steps behind you, their gazes fixed on him as they waited for you to finish speaking.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? ” You asked, chuckling and playfully rolling your eyes at him. “But I must admit... I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.”

“Neither did I expect to run into you.” He said, which was a lie, but it’s not like you could ever figure that out.

After your last encounter, you thought you would never see him, but it was a pleasant surprise now because for the past few days, your mind occasionally wandered and you often recalled your interaction with the handsome stranger, who paid for your coffee.

“It’s perfect, actually.” You said, and he raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue. “Remember how I promised to find a way to repay you? So, after you’re done here, come inside and find me. I’ll buy you a drink.”

Simon's euphoria intensified, his awareness of the world diminishing as he locked his gaze on you, his eyes gently caressing the details of your face, tracing a path from the sparkle in your eyes to the allure of your lips.

He thought that he would have to figure out a way to get close to you, to make you want to talk with him and do it all without coming across as pushy or like he was stalking you. But it was you who made the first move.

You encouraged him to find you and insisted on buying him a drink. This was perfect. The way you came together felt like a perfect alignment of stars. It was almost as if fate had conspired to bring you together; it was almost as if you wanted to get to know him as much as he wanted to get to know you.

You left Simon without giving him a chance to object, not that he would have, either way.

He watched as you walked inside the club with your friends.

Mindy and Liz.

He knew enough about them to know that they were a bad influence on you.

Mindy grew up in a rich family. Everything was handed to her on a silver platter. The only drawback to her life was that, despite having it all, she was trapped in this small city and unable to leave. Her online profile was loaded with promiscuous pictures of herself, displaying the expensive items she owned, letting everyone know that money wasn’t an issue for her.

Liz was Mindy’s best friend; their mothers were quite close. To an outsider like Simon, it seemed like those girls just kept you around because you met their high standards, and you stuck around because even if you were aware of their awful personalities, they still were your friends.

Liz was almost as pompous as Mindy , and Liz was the one who introduced you to her (Simon knew this because he discovered one of many birthday posts on Mindy’s account in which you thanked Liz for bringing Mindy into your life).

Simon was still perplexed as to how you could be friends with them. They were polar opposites of you, possessing all the negative traits and characteristics that Simon was certain you didn’t have.

But, based on what he’s learned about you so far, you liked routine and never deviated from it, so perhaps they were just a part of your life, a part of your routine, that you didn’t want to change since you never stepped outside of your comfort zone.

It was also painfully clear that your social circle was small. Besides Matt, Mandy and Liz, there weren’t many people you spent time with. And Simon guessed that you weren’t close with your parents, either.

Simon shook his head. This was not the time to start overthinking and over-analyzing. You were waiting for him. It was time to act because this was his chance to become a part of your life, a part of your routine.

He was going to count tonight as a success if it ended with you giving him your phone number.

For the time being, being able to text you and perhaps call you to invite you on a date would have to suffice.

He didn’t want to be obnoxious and pushy. He wanted everything to be perfect, and perfection couldn't be rushed.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 3

>> Ghost x Reader, part FOUR

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Five more days till Simon gets to see you.

He should have spent his time doing something else, but because he couldn’t get you out of his mind, he opted to do something productive, and something productive in his mind meant tracking you down and following you until he learnt what your typical day looked like, what you liked to do, where you went, and, most importantly, where you lived.

He had no idea where to begin, but he concluded that the last place he saw you at would be a good place to start. And it was. Of course, he had to spend two days wandering the same street, keeping his eyes open, in hopes of seeing you again... but eventually, there you were , strolling, well, more like running down the street – you definitely were late.

Simon followed you like a shadow for the rest of the day, staying a few feet away, never walking on the same side of the street as you, and turning around, concealing his face, pretending to be on the phone anytime you looked over your shoulder, just in case you recognised him.

But you never looked at him. It was as if you were oblivious to the world around you, lost in your own mind.

Once or twice you even crossed the street without looking left and right, and once or twice Simon almost ran towards you, wanting to drag you back to the sidewalk, when a car drove by too fast, startling you.

You need to be protected.

You were too naïve, too innocent, incapable of taking care of yourself.

You needed someone like Simon by your side - you didn’t realise it yet, but he was convinced that he could be the answer to all your problems.

And, based on what he could overhear while listening to your phone conversations, you appeared to have a lot on your plate.

You despised your job, and your boss was overbearing and unable to keep his hands to himself, but you couldn’t quit because you needed a way to make a living; Simon made a mental note to deal with that jerk as soon as he found out where you worked at.

He also discovered that you were pretty forgetful when you answered your phone for the second time and began apologising to someone on the other end of the line for being late and promising that you were on your way and would be home soon.

Home.

You were going home.

Simon's eyes widened, and he could physically feel the satisfaction seeping into every fiber of his being.

He was afraid that he would have to follow you around the city all day, and to be honest, he was getting bored with walking; you didn’t have a car and never took the bus or called a cab, which was great because Simon never lost track of you. But his fingers were freezing and going numb from being outside for so long and having to linger around several places, when you would go into some building and he didn’t want to follow, not daring to risk being seen.

You lived in a run-down house in a sketchy neighbourhood. Every one of Simon's senses seemed heightened as he trailed behind you, unable to fathom your sense of safety while walking down these streets alone. This was not the right place for you and he wanted to do nothing more than to whisk you away because you deserved better, you deserved more.

As Simon stood, leaning against a tree, trying not to attract anyone’s attention, not that there were a lot of passersby, but there could still be plenty of noisy neighbours, who had nothing better to do this evening than sit by the windows and spy on people that passed their houses, he wondered if you lived alone .

Probably not.

The house, with its faded color and overgrown front yard, appeared old and neglected. The place was big and he couldn’t fathom you owning it, so perhaps you were renting it. Do you have roommates? Or was this your parents’ house from which you still hadn’t moved out?

So many questions, and so few answers.

Enduring any kind of conditions was second nature to Simon, who had been trained as a soldier. Spying was part of his work, and he was damn good at it, but he had to draw the line somewhere. This was enough for one day.

His fingers were numb and he could barely feel them. His back was stiff, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek to stop his teeth from chattering. The cold was seeping into his flesh, causing his body to shiver, and his skin to turn to ice.

He was already walking back, smoking, his feet lazily dragging across the concrete, when a car drove down the street and parked in front of your house. He came to a sudden halt, whirling around just a little too fast and tossing the cigarette to the ground.

A man got out, closing the door a bit too loudly, alerting the entire neighborhood of his arrival.

Matt. He recognized him from the picture he saw on your profile.

What was he doing here? Was he here to see you? Why?

He stood there watching as Matt walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, the door opened, and he saw you.

For a second, he was only focused on you. You had changed your clothes and were now wearing shorts and a plain white shirt. Was this how you always dressed when you were hanging around the house? Probably. Simon smiled.

He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to wake up on a Sunday morning, around noon, walk to the kitchen and find you, making a cup of coffee, dressed like this. He could see you turning around and your eyes lighting up when your gaze would settle on him. Your lips would curl into a smile as you would walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, getting on your tiptoes and…

Simon snapped back to reality  feeling the icy breeze on his face.

He blinked.

Matt and you were gone, and the front door had been shut. He knew Matt hadn’t left and was inside your house now because his car was still parked in the driveway.

He would have marched down the street, broken the fucking door, and dragged Matt outside if he had let his impulses control him. Matt didn’t deserve to be near you; he didn’t deserve to look at you or to talk with you. Hell , he didn’t even deserve to be in the same room as you, much alone breathe the same air.

But Simon was wiser than that; he knew he couldn’t act on his urges. He had to be smart about this and it was going to be a long game. It may take time, but he always prevails and this time wasn’t going to be different - he will win again. He had no doubts about that.

You are going to be his. Only his . He just needed to keep himself grounded. And that meant, as much as he despised turning around and leaving, he had no other choice.

But walking away, knowing your house was disappearing behind him in the distance, wasn’t difficult since he knew he would see you again on Friday.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 10

>> Ghost x Reader, part ELEVEN

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon’s muscles ached by the time he finished disposing of Matt’s body. His hands, covered in painful blisters, and his shirt soaked with sweat, were proof of the work he had done. Every inch of his skin was coated in dirt, but as he tossed the shovel on the floor somewhere inside the shed, he knew that there was still a lot that needed to be done.

He had to convince people that Matt went missing after going off the grid. He needed to get rid of Matt’s car and return to his home to ensure that no proof of his presence there was left behind.

He couldn’t, however, throw away Matt’s phone. He wanted to break it and get rid of it, but he didn’t since the gallery was full of pictures of you, which he wanted to keep for himself; the phone was going to end up in the black box, which was in his office.

Simon spent a whole day creating an alibi, which wasn’t necessary, but he liked knowing he had an escape route just in case something went wrong. After making sure to wrap up the whole business with Matt, he knew he had to get back to you.

For a few days, he didn’t text you, but as soon as the weekend rolled around, he decided to call you, anticipating you to be missing Matt and angry with him for ignoring you.

When you answered the phone, even if he couldn’t see you, he could tell by the tone of your voice that something was bothering you. However, when he asked you out, confessing that he would love to take you out on a date, you didn’t reject him.

“Does Friday work for you?” He asked while pacing around the room.

He knew that day was reserved for your girlfriends, but he desperately wanted to distance them from you, to make sure that in the future you could only rely on him. And this was the first step to doing so.

“If you had asked this yesterday, I would have said no, but Mandy is out of town and Liz hates going out with just me... Well, actually, never mind, all that. I won’t go into detail.” You giggled, making Simon smile as well. “My answer is yes. I’m free on Friday. And I would love to go on a date with you.”

The conversation lasted for a couple more minutes. You wanted to know where he was going to take you, but he insisted on keeping it a surprise, and you ultimately agreed to it when he promised to tell you at least what sort of location it was so you would know what to wear.

The call ended after he asked you for your address (which was just his way of pretending that he didn’t know where you lived), so he would know where to come to pick you up.

Simon walked to the bathroom after putting down his phone. After what happened at the shed, no matter how much time he spent under the running water, no matter how many showers he took… no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, he couldn't shake the feeling of dirtiness on his body and the nauseating sensation in his stomach.

He tried to persuade himself that what he did was necessary.

Matt was dangerous. He just used you to get what he wanted. He had to be stopped, and Simon had no choice but to end his life after Matt took off his mask, revealing his face.

If Simon had let him walk free, Matt would have reported everything that transpired to the police, who would have arrested him. Simon could not let that happen. There was no way he could have continued seeing you if he was locked up, and Simon felt you were incapable of caring for yourself – you needed him.

The nagging guilt, like a voracious beast, tore at Simon's conscience, despite his conviction in his choices.

He spent the rest of the week in a sleep-deprived haze, his eyelids heavy and only able to drift off for short periods. His body was basically operating on black, oversweetened coffee, and nicotine. Whenever his thoughts would become too loud, he found temporary relief in cigarettes, their scent mingling with the fading echoes in his mind.

Simon had planned to take you to your favourite restaurant, but he changed his mind since he wanted the night to be more special than simply going out for dinner.

He brought a takeout from the restaurant (ordering nearly the entire menu because he wasn’t sure what you liked). The clinking sound of the wine bottle in his other hand, and the vibrant red roses, making it all more special.

He knocked on your front door.

He could hear your footsteps.

And then there you were…

When you saw him, your eyes brightened up. Your lips curled into a smile as you looked down at his hands, observing how full they were.

“What is all of this? I thought we were going out.” You said, a little confused, but nicely surprised, as he handed you the flowers.

“I changed my mind.” Simon said when you stepped aside, letting him through. “Instead of taking you out on a typical date, I wanted to do something special.”

“You could have told me so. I wouldn’t have bothered dressing up then.” You giggled as you looked down at yourself.

You were wearing a little black dress. It was short, quite plain, but you looked absolutely stunning in it, and as Simon followed you to the living room, his eyes shamelessly glided down your body, lingering on your ass just for a moment too long.

“…so I pretty much ordered everything on the menu. I probably shouldn’t have, but this is my favourite restaurant and everything there is delicious...” Simon explained, embellishing the details because, after all, it wasn’t his favourite place, but it was yours.

“Wait… I know where this is from.” You said while inspecting the bag and what was inside it. “I love this place!”

“It’s a lucky coincindence then.” Simon grinned and popped the cork on the bottle of wine.

“I’m going to be right back.” You mumbled and left, returning with two glasses, plates, and silverware; just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you needed to eat out of paper plates.

When the conversation started to flow, you told him more about yourself, how you weren’t expecting him to ask you out, and that you didn’t say no because you were curious about him. Simon didn’t want to bring up Matt, even though you had told him the last time you saw each other that you were kind of dating him. However, it appeared like you felt the need to justify and explain that you weren’t some kind of man-eater.

“I know I told you that I was seeing someone, but I promise I’m not two-timing you.” You said, taking the glass and getting comfortable on the couch after you both finished eating.

“But the guy… Matt… He’s avoiding me, and I’m beginning to suspect that he wasn’t as serious as I thought.. We used to be close; we dated in high school, and he was always so patient with me, and everything... And I guess at first, I didn’t want to see, didn’t want to think that… I was only a means to an end for him, you know?”

Simon nodded his head. Yes, you were naïve, but now he could see that you were smart, and Matt was mistaken for thinking he could exploit you.

“It’s his loss.” He stroked his fingers down your arm, reassuringly squeezing your hand. “A woman like you deserves better. You shouldn’t settle for some douchebag who doesn’t know how to treat you.”

And maybe it was just the wine, and the fact that you finished half of it (Simon only pretended to drink), but you leaned in and softly pressed your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Simon's heart thumped against his ribcage, threatening to break free. Your touch sparked a wildfire on his skin, while your mere presence acted as a magnet, pulling him towards you.

You only kissed him on the cheek, but that small gesture meant more to him than you realised.

The softness of your lips against his was like a revelation; that kiss made him feel like everything he has done so far, the way he acted, was justified and even if his dark impulses took over him more than once, it was all worth it because now he was here, and you were next to him.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 11

>> Ghost x Reader, part TWELVE

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

It has been three months since your first date with Simon.

Two weeks ago, just before leaving for a mission, he asked you to be his girlfriend. At first, you thought everything was moving too fast, but as you tried to think of reasons why you should have said no, you realised that there weren’t any.

You liked him a lot; you weren’t ready to admit to yourself yet, but deep down you knew you were falling in love.

He was there for you after Matt began to ignore you; he left the city without saying goodbye, and you only knew that because of a few posts you found on his social media, in which he announced his departure.

He was there when Mindy and Liz stopped taking your calls and responding to your messages. You weren’t sure whether it was something you did, but they started avoiding you, and if you ran into them, they always had an excuse for why they couldn’t stay and chat. And if you and Simon saw them at the club (which you used to go to with Mandy and Liz), as soon as their eyes settled on Simon, they would vanish.

Maybe they didn’t like that him.

Later Simon confessed that the night you first saw each other at the club, Mandy was all over him. So you eventually concluded that Mindy was just jealous, and her jealousy drove her to distance herself from you and ensure that Liz abandoned you as well.

You were hurt. You couldn’t understand why they couldn’t be happy for you. But you ultimately decided that if they didn’t want to be friends anymore, that was fine. You had Simon, and you didn’t need anyone else.

The first two months of your relationship were great. You spent almost every day together. He took you out on fancy dates, he always made sure you were happy and if you were in a bad mood, or something was bothering you, he was willing to do whatever it took to make your problems go away.

But then he told you he was going to be gone for two weeks. You knew he was a soldier (even if he didn’t like talking about work too much), and you knew that eventually, he would have to return to work. But you weren’t expecting to be so lonely once he left on a mission. He was going to be gone for two weeks.

You still texted each other. Sometimes, if you were lucky, and if Simon had a minute or two to spare, he would even call you, telling you how much he missed you and that he can’t wait to come back home. 

You never realised that falling in love could be so easy. It was the first time you were in a relationship where there were no fights, no arguments or pointless bickering. Loving Simon was easy.

But the relentless distance made you ache for him every day, yearning to feel the warmth of his touch against your skin. Every night before falling you would think of him, remembering the nights you spent together and how his fingers would gently massage your back, and his sweet whispers serenaded you until dreams took over...

But none of that mattered anymore. He was returning home tomorrow, and you would see him.

You wanted to do something special, so you decided to cook him dinner.

Before Simon left, you spent practically every day at his home; he liked staying there, and you didn’t mind because you didn’t care whose bed you slept in as long as you were together.

You had the key to his house, which he had left you for emergencies, but it had been sitting on the counter, in a glass bowl with other trinkets, accumulating dust until now.

After buying everything you needed, because you knew Simon’s fridge was going to be empty, you went to his place.

It was almost noon, so you had at least a few hours until he returned, giving you plenty of time to plan your surprise.

But as you started cooking, you remembered you had forgotten to buy wine. Simon had an unopened bottle of whisky, but you thought it wouldn’t mix well with the meal you had prepared (and you preferred wine), so you glanced at the clock and realised you still had time to run to the store.

The dining room table was set. Everything was ready, so you decided to leave a note in case he came back sooner, while you were still out.

You looked around but failed to find any piece of paper or a pen. 

You walked to his office, which was usually always locked. You had previously inquired why he kept the door shut and wouldn’t let anybody in, and he told you that there was a lot of sensitive information and military files that he would prefer to keep under a lock.

You respected his privacy, and unless he allowed you to go there, you generally avoided the room.

You had your fingers wrapped around the handle – you were expecting it to be locked – but as you pushed the door, it opened.

The moment you stepped into the room, a feeling of guilt settled upon you, though you reassured yourself that you only needed a paper and pen, and then you would get out.

You quickly found what you needed and wrote a note. Your gaze was then drawn to a box wedged between folders on the shelf. You weren’t sure why, but it piqued your interest, and despite promising yourself not to snoop, you ignored the voice in your head, telling you to leave and fetched the box.

You removed the lid after returning to the table and setting it down. You were perplexed for a second since it was filled with random things, but then your eyes settled on the flower that was on top of everything. You picked it up.

It was the same flower you made out of the napkin at the club. You thought it was sweet that he kept it; you knew Simon had a soft side, but you never considered him to be sentimental.

You kept looking through it, curious to see what else you could discover.

You found a receipt. It was smeared and the ink was faded, but you could still read the words, and when you looked at the date and what was purchased, you knew he kept it after your first interaction when he paid for your coffee.

There was also a notebook. You flipped through the pages, but nothing made sense to you. There were some addresses and a drawn calendar with things marked in it. You spotted your name, and under it a bullet point list of various facts about you.

Okay, that was a little strange, but nothing too weird. That’s what you tried to tell yourself, at least.

However, the more you looked at the contents inside the box, the more disturbed you got.

You pulled out a crimson fabric and after letting it unfurl in between your fingers, you realised that these wear your panties.

As the chill ran down your spine, you couldn't help but gulp nervously, feeling an unsettling sensation wash over you.

Instead of methodically going through the box, making sure you remember where everything was so you could put it all back together, you started searching through it quickly and haphazardly. You discovered a few random keys and a stack of neatly arranged photographs.

You picked them up to get a better look, but when you comprehended what you were looking at, they slid out of your fingers and scattered all over the floor; these were very promiscuous pictures of Mindy… has Simon taken these?

The overwhelming thoughts swirling in your mind were causing havoc, making you feel queasy. This all didn’t make sense. Was he some kind of creep? And why did he have these photos of her? Was this why she stopped talking to you?

You also discovered a phone. The screen was damaged, but it could still be unlocked because there was no password and the battery was full. You felt sick when you realised this was Matt’s phone (you knew it belonged to him after reading his old conversations and identifying your number and the messages he sent you).

Your vision blurred, and you felt dizzy, on the verge of fainting, after picking up the jar, that was the last time item in the box, and bringing it close to your face. In it were someone’s teeth.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You had no idea what to make of this, but you knew this was bad - Simon wasn’t the man you thought he was. There was no time, however, to think about this now, and you knew you needed to get out of the house before Simon returned. If he found you here, he might….

You shook your head. You have no time to do this now and need to move.

You scooped all the pictures up from the floor and haphazardly put everything back in the box, shoving it back on the shelf. You ran out of the office and back to the kitchen.

You didn’t bother cleaning up the dining room or washing the dishes, but you wanted to gather all your stuff before getting out of there.

However, as you grabbed your phone from the counter, you heard the front door open.

Your body froze. Your pupils dilated, and a rush of panic surged through your body.

Simon.

“Y/N?” He called out.

You had no choice but to greet him. You knew your best bet was to act normal and then, when the opportunity comes, get the hell out of this house.

“Hey.” When he walked into the kitchen, you forced a smile on your face. Your fingers nervously fiddled with the phone to keep your hands from trembling. “I hoped to surprise you, but you returned home too soon.”

“Surprise me?” He was perplexed at first, but when he observed the stack of dishes in the sink, he smiled.

“I made a dinner.”

You wanted to move away but forced yourself to remain still as he approached you.

“Let me take a quick shower, and change out of these dirty clothes before we eat, okay?” He said and dipped his head, his lips softly brushing against yours. You didn’t respond, your body absolutely froze, his touch making you dizzy, but not in the way it used to. “Is everything alright?”

Fuck. You weren’t doing a good enough job of acting like the loving girlfriend you were supposed to be.

“Yes, of course.” You faked another grin and took a step back towards the sink to wash the dishes since you needed to keep your hands busy to keep your fingers from shaking. “Just had a hard day at work, and can’t stop thinking about it. “

You talked for a little longer, and he promised to help you take your mind off it all as soon as he cleaned up.

You nodded, a bit too eager to get him to leave. All you wanted to do was push him to the bathroom so you could disappear while he was showering.

“Just go.” You said when he continued to linger in the kitchen, watching you wash the dishes. “The dinner is going to get cold.”

He gave you a puzzled expression. His gaze darted over your face as if looking for something in your eyes, but he ultimately nodded and ventured out of the kitchen.

You remained still for a minute. You didn’t dare to move until you heard the door open. That’s when you immediately raced towards the exit.

“I have to run to a shop real quick.” You yelled out as you put on your shoes, hoping that this excuse would buy you more time. There was a subtle tremor in your voice, but you desperately wished he wouldn't sense it. “I forgot to buy the wine.”

You opened the door and could feel the frigid wind sweep over your body. But as you were about to run outside, a wave of dizziness washed over you, and everything faded into darkness.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 9

>> Ghost x Reader, part TEN

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon continued to mess with his balaclava. It was constricting, and he felt as if he were running out of air. The fabric was clinging to his skin and itching, and he had to resist the urge to pull it off. 

Matt was wide awake, banging on the cell bars in the basement of the old shed, trying to get Simon’s attention and make him listen, foolishly expecting that he could talk his way out of this.

“What the hell do you want from me?!” At first, Matt was timid and sat in the corner, afraid to even raise his head. But as Simon continued to sit, be silent and do nothing, it apparently gave Matt the confidence to lash out and open his mouth. “Is it money? I’m loaded... my family is flush with cash!” He was basically ripping his hair out at that point. “Just let me out! I promise, I won’t fucking tell anyone and I’ll even pay you!”

Simon bought this property a long time ago, but he hasn’t been here in years. He used this place to control his urges. When he found himself in a mess of his own making, it allowed him to slow down, think, and figure a way out. Admittedly, most, if not all, people who found themselves in the same situation as Matt, trapped in a cell, did not get out of there alive. However, Simon wanted to believe that this time, this would end differently.

“Shut up!” Simon eventually roared, having had enough of Matt’s whining. He had been trying to unlock Matt’s phone for the past half hour, but he couldn’t figure out the passcode, and he was sick of having to wait every time his guess was incorrect. “How do I unlock your phone?”

Without hesitation, Matt blurted out a string of numbers and random letters, and once Simon typed them down, the phone unlocked. 

He started looking through it. There were two missed calls and five unread messages, but nothing looked too important, except for a text from someone named Carl (work), so Simon responded, pretending to be Matt, saying he had to take a few days off since he was not feeling well after a night out.

After that was done, he immediately went to your and Matt’s conversation, since that was essentially the main reason he had this phone. Simon wanted to know what Matt had said to you, what he had told you to make you fall at his feet. However, there were only a few texts. Most of them were from Matt, asking if you were free, if you were at home, and if he could come over.

He then clicked on the gallery. There were many pictures of Matt with a different woman by his side each time. Also, there were are two or three pictures of his dick, which Simon scoffed at, immediately trying to erase those images from his mind (and which made him grow confident, knowing there was no way he could please you with that). However, what he found next both intrigued and enraged him.

Matt has taken multiple pictures of you. In all of them, you were asleep, completely oblivious that a camera was pointed at you. If it had been Simon who had taken these pictures, he would have paused and taken a time to admire them, but knowing that Matt had captured these without your consent infuriated him. 

Simon’s grasp on the phone became so tight that he was on the verge of breaking it. He was buried so deep in his thoughts that it took a long time for Matt’s quiet voice, as he talked to himself, to reach his ears. Simon didn’t raise his head, but he paused to listen.

“...if I’d known this night was going to end like this... Fuck, I would never... ever have gone to see that b*tch and gotten drunk... I-“

“Don’t call her like that unless you want me to rip out your tongue and feed it to you.”Simon hissed. He should have kept his lips sealed, but he wasn’t going to let that jerk talk about you like that.

“Who? Y/N? She’s a bi-“ Matt was about to repeat the same mistake. Simon sprang to his feet and moved closer to the bars, his eyes darkening, trying to conceal the fury that was boiling in him. Matt got the memo and shut up; at the same time, everything connected in his mind, and everything began to make sense. “So she’s the reason I’m here? You’re some kind of bitter ex-boyfriend, aren’t you?”

Simon remained silent. He feared that if he opened his mouth, he might say something he would later regret. There was still a chance that Matt might walk out of here free and alive, so the less he knew about Simon, who was still just a masked stranger to him, the better it was.

“I don’t care about her... she’s yours! To be honest, I just reached out to her because I was curious... we used to date in high school, but she was always such a prude, and I...” 

Matt truly believed that he was doing the right thing by giving up you, allowing Simon to have you all to himself, as he promised he will disappear out of your life. His desperate speech was working. But the problem was that Matt didn’t know when to stop talking and shut up. 

“I only kept coming over because she kept inviting me. She seemed ecstatic to reunite with me… I was initially apprehensive, but after the first time we slept together, I knew I could exploit her.” He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, and filling his lungs with air before continuing.

“I knew I could text her whenever I wanted to f*ck. She never turned me down, and whenever I came over, the night always ended with me in her bed. I let her believe I liked her, that there was a chance we may be something more in the future... all because she was fantastic in bed and made herself easy.”

Simon couldn’t take it any longer. He had enough of Matt running his mouth and talking this way about you. 

You weren’t easy, and you weren’t there for him to use anytime he wanted to shove his d*ck into someone. You were naive and innocent, believing that Matt genuinely liked you, which is why you kept seeing him.

You were too blind to recognise that Matt was taking advantage of you, and you probably won’t ever see it, but that doesn’t matter. Simon will handle this for you. He will make sure that Matt never touches you again.

Matt was holding onto the bars, standing close, his knuckles white. So it was easy for Simon to wrap his hands around his throat. Matt immediately began struggling, trying to push him away, his fingers digging into Simon’s arms, his nails clawing at his skin as he attempted to loosen the grasp and get free.

But Simon remained still; he was stronger and his hold was firm. He kept squeezing and squeezing. His dark eyes fixated on Matt’s face, as he began to run out of oxygen and strained to fill his lungs with air. His face turned blue, and his eyes began to water.

Simon was so focused on holding him tight, refusing to let go, that he didn’t notice Matt’s hands flying all over the place, or when his fingers curled around the fabric, and he pulled Simon’s mask off.

Simon’s eyes widened as he realised what had happened. Now Matt knew who he was, he knew what Simon looked like, and now he threw away his chance of getting out of this cell alive.

Before, Simon intended to kill him out of jealousy, for the way he spoke about you, for the way he treated you... but now, killing him was a necessity and Simon only stepped away from the cell when Matt’s body went limp in his hands and he dropped to the ground after he let him go.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 8

>> Ghost x Reader, part NINE

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon promised himself that he wouldn’t do anything impulsive and act careless. He was only going to peer inside, satisfy his hunger for seeing you, and then march right back home.

After all, he was already standing across the street, watching your house. And yes, maybe he refused to move his feet or turn around because he saw Matt’s car parked in your driveway, but that was only one of many reasons he finally crossed the street and crept into your backyard.

In the dim surroundings, his dark hoodie merged seamlessly with the shadows. He even put on his balaclava since he didn’t want anyone to remember his face if they saw him. He would rather look like a burglar snooping around someone’s property, which wasn’t uncommon in this neighbourhood.

He eagerly scanned each window, disappointment washing over him as he found them all dark and the curtains drawn.

Simon was growing increasingly frustrated because he couldn’t see much, but after glancing through your kitchen window, he realised that if he angled himself just right, he could see into your living room.

He saw you sitting on the couch, Matt beside you. There was an open bottle of wine and two empty glasses. Simon clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth so hard that he had to force himself to stop because he was afraid they might shatter.

He noticed Matt’s arm sneaking over your shoulders, luring you in. You didn’t push him away, instead leaning on him.

At first, you two just appeared to be talking and drinking. Nothing else. But the longer Simon stood there, the worse it became.

Matt’s hands never left your body. He kept brushing his fingers over your skin, his digits tracing your jaw and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Then he leaned in and kissed you.

Simon had to close his eyes for a moment. The wind was frigid and wanted to make him shiver, but all the rage and jealousy burning inside him, the possessiveness coursing through his veins, kept him warm.

A kiss was something Simon could let you have; he could handle you kissing other men. But it wasn’t enough for Matt, who stood up and offered his hand for you to take. Simon couldn’t see your expression, but whatever Matt had said to you made you intertwine your fingers with his, allowing him to pull you up.

You and Matt vanished from Simon’s sight, but when the light switched on upstairs, he knew Matt had taken you to your bedroom.

The desire to wreak havoc consumed Simon, yearning to unleash his pent-up anger through destruction. He intended to make Matt regret even thinking that he could have you. He had no right to touch you, no right to be in your bedroom; Simon was supposed to be the one you wanted to spend the night with.

Something flipped in Simon, like a switch, unlocking and realising the darkness of which presence he was aware now; he was too emotionally charged to think clearly.

Simon spent the remainder of the evening strolling down the street, then returning to your house, only to repeat the process when he would realize that Matt’s car was still parked, and he was still inside.

He was smoking his last cigarette when the front door opened and Matt left. Simon assumed he was going to get in the car, but apparently, even Matt wasn’t that dumb and didn’t want to drive drunk. That was perfect, actually, because Simon could now follow him.

Matt was too oblivious to notice that someone had their eyes glued to his back, and he was too intoxicated to remember to lock the door as he entered his house. Simon stood in front of it, his fingers wrapped around the handle. He hesitated for a while, but after remembering you and Matt, wrapped in one other’s arms, making out, he took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Apart from the light in the kitchen and at the end of the hall, where Simon predicted was a bedroom, the house was dark.

He moved cautiously towards the cracked door; he could hear Matt pacing around the room, perhaps getting ready for bed. Simon had no idea what he was doing, but it was too late to turn back when he accidentally kicked the shoes, alerting Matt to the presence of someone in his home.

“Who’s out there?” He yelled out, attempting to sound confident, but Simon could detect uncertainty in his voice.

Simon came to a halt in front of the door. As he heard Matt approaching, he tensed up. His mind cleared, and his body took over, ready to do what was necessary.

There was a moment of stillness after the door swung open. Matt’s eyes widened and his mouth opened when he saw a tall figure standing in front of him. Simon didn’t pause this time and moved closer, landing a few punches to his head, then a few more, till he was certain that Matt wasn’t going to get up.

It felt good to beat him up, to hear his bones crack and watch his face get covered in blood, but… what now? He couldn’t leave Matt because if he awoke, he would call the cops and somehow, something could lead them to Simon, and the last thing Simon wanted was to be caught.

While his mind worked, trying to come up with a plan on the spot, Simon dragged Matt to the bed and tied his hands, using the belt. Of course, that wouldn’t be enough to hold him down.

Simon needed time. And the only way to guarantee Matt would remain unconscious was to sedate him. He discovered some sleeping pills on the nightstand and crushed a handful of them into powder. When Matt started stirring, he forced him to drink a glass of water laced with the sleeping pills.

He gave him three times the standard dose. And soon after that, Matt went out like a light.

Simon realized he couldn’t afford to make any errors right now. He didn’t have a car, but he needed one; he owned a property just outside of the city. At the end of some desolate back road was a run-down old shed, not suitable for living – that’s where he was going to take Matt, and figure out what to do with him.

Maybe they can work something out. He only needed to dig out some dirt, discover a dirty secret that he could hold over Matt’s head, and make him promise not to tell a soul about how Simon attacked him in his own home.

Simon left Matt’s house and returned to yours, but he was not there to see you.

After making sure no one was around to see what he was doing, and that you were asleep (there was no light coming from the house, so he assumed you weren’t awake), Simon got into Matt’s car, using the keys he found at his place, and as quickly as he could, he drove away.

There was a chance that Simon might have woken you up, but he hoped that if you glanced out of the window, and saw the car disappear in the distance, you would assume that it was Matt, who changed his mind about leaving it here.

Simon parked the car in Matt’s garage, which was just ideal because it meant no one saw him dragging Matt, who kicked and struggled, trying to break free as he was dumped in the trunk.

He was driving, attempting to block out the sound of Matt’s voice as he trashed around, unable to scream since Simon had placed a cloth into his mouth to keep him silent.

Simon's mind was a battleground, his desire to quell his thoughts and doubts constantly overshadowed by the relentless voice in his head, growing louder with each passing moment.

Was he making a mistake?

What the fuck was he even doing?

Why?

But, when his thoughts began to spiral out of control too much, an image of you flashed in his mind, reminding him that he was doing everything because he wanted to keep you safe, ensure your happiness and make your life easier.

It was all for you... and if it was for you, no matter how far Simon went, no matter what he did, it was all worth it.

You were worth it.

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 7

>> Ghost x Reader, part EIGHT

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon walked straight to his office after getting home. He reached into his pocket for a key and then unlocked the door. It has been a long time since he locked anything in this house. But this room had a box full of your mementoes in it, and although no one ever came over or was permitted to enter his office, he would rather keep it secure than be regretful later.

After retrieving a black box, he sat at his desk. It was small, yet it was filled with stuff. He took out his notebook and browsed over its pages – he had nothing to add yet. His gaze scanned his own handwriting as he studied your schedule, which included not only the things you liked, your behavior patterns but also the names of your friends, and the addresses of the places you went to the most.

He set the notebook aside.

In the box, there was also a receipt from the first time he met you and paid for your coffee. On top of it was a flower: you kept fidgeting with the napkin at the club. Perhaps you were nervous. But once you finished folding it over and over again, and were satisfied with the result, you showed the flower to him, telling him it’s one of your special skills.

Simon thought little of it at the time, but at the end of the night, while you were distracted and not looking at him, he carefully scooped up the flower and put it into his jacket pocket.

Now, he had one more thing to add to the box. Your crimson panties. His fingers ran across the silky fabric, his eyes glued to it as his imagination spiraled and his mind conjured up scenarios for him to enjoy, in which you wore nothing but these.

With his body yearning for release, he hastily reached down into his pants, only to be interrupted by the vibration of his phone.

He wasn’t planning on answering, but when his screen flashed with a new notification and he saw a new message for you, he unlocked his phone right away.

‘Something came up and I’ll be busy on Friday. Does today work for you? Same place, same time.’

Simon arched his brow. He expected to have you for the entire Wednesday evening, but he couldn’t be frustrated with you. You didn’t ditch him entirely, instead offering to meet today. Of course, he didn’t say no and texted you back, saying that it was fine with him, and that he will see you later.

He spent the rest of the day preparing. He showered, shaved his stubble, ate and even forced himself to take a nap because the dark circles under his eyes were becoming worse, and when he glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror, after wiping the steam away, he saw his bloodshot eyes and fatigued expression. Simon had to get himself together before seeing you.  

6:34 PM.

Simon was standing outside the coffee shop, a little further away from the entrance, waiting for you.

He wanted to take you to somewhere nice, maybe to your favorite restaurant, but you suggested this place and he had to agree. If this is where you feel comfortable meeting him again, he will give you time and let you get to know him before taking you out on expensive dates, since you deserve nothing but the finest.

You were meant to be here four minutes ago, but you were late as usual. Simon was unconcerned, however, since from the time he spent following you, he could tell that you frequently lost track of time and always arrived late.

Another ten minutes passed and there you were, walking down the street, your eyes searching for him. As your gaze locked with his, Simon watched as you curled your lips into a smile and gave him a small wave, to which he responded with a head nod and a smile of his own.

“Sorry, got stuck at work.” You said, but Simon could tell from the shopping bag in your hand that you were definitely lying. He didn’t point it out, though, and instead pretended to be convinced by your lie.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He smirked, his eyes darting down your body before jerking back up. After you noticed him checking you out, he could see your cheeks flush with color. “But I’m freezing, and that cup of coffee you owe me would come quite handy now.”

You had Simon choose a table and sit down once you walked inside, knowing that if he lingered near you at the counter, he might end up paying.

“Black sweet coffee, right?” You inquired before leaving, and he nodded, pleased that you actually remembered what he ordered last time.

He looked into the bag that you had left on your chair while you were conversing with the cashier. Inside it was a bottle of red wine and a box of condoms. Were you planning to sleep with someone? Was that someone the reason you wanted to see him today instead of Wednesday?

He could feel jealousy growing within him, the darkness inside him urging him to confront you because all he wanted to do was ask what the hell was this, but he knew he couldn’t and he was forced to keep his mouth shut.

He slumped back in his seat, his hands falling to his lap as he cracked his knuckles. Were you seeing two guys at the same time? This didn’t feel like your style, but it might have been. Perhaps you had a side to yourself that Simon was unaware of.

He was pulled back to reality when you returned and handed him a cup of coffee. Simon forced himself to clear his mind. Many questions were running through his head, but because he couldn’t get any answer now, he knew it was better to focus on you instead.

You two talked a lot.

Simon told you about himself, just about the good parts, though. He told you about his time in the military, and how it shaped him and allowed him to be himself. He said that he was on break, but left out the fact that he was forced to leave because he nearly killed a recruit.

You told him about your friends. You admitted Mindy and Liz had their imperfections, but you also emphasized that no one is flawless, but if you care about someone enough, you learn how to live and love their flaws as well as everything that makes them unique (Simon smiled when you said that).

The conversation about work also came up quite often, so you told him where you worked at, and ranted about your boss; he knew you left out a lot of details about him and his tendency to flirt with the women at the work just a tad bit too much. He knew he had to take care of him.

“So, are you single?” Simon finally dared to ask when you two began to talk about relationships.

“Yes, and no.” You replied. “I’m not in a relationship, but I’m seeing this guy. We weren’t in touch for a while, but he recently moved back into the city and we reconnected over some old high-school memories.”

Matt.

You were seeing Matt.

This was a problem, a huge one. He couldn’t make you fall in love with him if you had your eyes set on another man. Matt, like your boss, had to be removed from the equation.

Simon was eager to take on the mission of eliminating those men from your life - anything to make you happy (and he believed this was the first step towards assuring your well-being).

[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 6

>> Ghost x Reader, part SEVEN

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

The early morning sky was devoid of sunlight, draping the outside in a somber, muddy palette.

Simon was standing across the street, staring at your house. He searched for any signs of life in your home, but the darkness behind each window revealed nothing. You were most likely still sleeping.

He still couldn’t sleep after what occurred a few days earlier, so he thought a stroll before bed would help clear his mind. Somewhere along the way, while he was replaying the scene of him punching the stranger, shattering his nose and breaking his ribs, his feet carried him to you.

He still wasn’t sure whether you lived alone, but the longer he lingered in front of your house, the more he wanted to go inside and find out.

But he couldn’t even think of breaking in before you left, and it was safe to do so.

Simon had mapped out your daily schedule. At the very least, some portion of it. And from what he could tell, you worked from Monday to Thursday. Friday was free and reserved for your friends.

He still needed to figure out what you did on weekends, but that was going to be a task for another time.

As he predicted, you left the home, rushing to get to work on time. You were wearing a warm jumper, black jeans, and white sneakers; he liked it when you dressed casually.

Your appearance at the club left quite an impression on him - he thought you looked fantastic. Your dress clung to your curves perfectly, and your black heels accentuated your legs and ass. However, it was your relaxed appearance and casual outfits that captivated him more and made him think you were the most beautiful woman on this planet.

He waited for you to disappear out of his sight, then lingered on the opposite side of the street for another thirty minutes to make sure you didn’t return.

Simon crept into your backyard after noticing that there was no way to get in from the front of the house. He looked around for an unlocked door or an open window and discovered one.

He couldn’t believe that you would leave a window open, but he already knew you were quite forgetful, so he assumed that would be your excuse.

The gap to get in was narrow, but he was able to push the window up and open it more. He was certain that no one saw him climb inside because of a tall fence wrapped around your backyard.

Your place was devoid of furnishings. The kitchen was crammed with run-down appliances and the cabinets were a hideous shade of yellow.

The living room had a ripped leather couch, an enormous rug underneath it, and next to it stood a shelf that was overflowing with books.

He scanned a few titles. Did you enjoy reading or were you simply collecting these? But the covers weren’t dusty, so you must open these books every now and again.

Overall, the home appeared to be clean, well-kept, and looked after, even if the furniture wasn’t cohesive.

Simon found only one bed when he made his way upstairs and looked through the other rooms; you lived here alone.

He couldn’t decide whether he was relieved or concerned.

You living here alone meant that if he ever felt like returning here and sneaking in again, he would only have to make sure you weren’t at home. But it also meant you were vulnerable.

This was a shady neighborhood; he had done his homework and knew that in the last few weeks, at least a few people had been robbed on their way home, while walking down these streets, not too far from your home.

He wondered whether you opened your doors to strangers and unexpected guests.

Simon finally stepped into your bedroom, which was the room with most furniture in it. The smell of your perfume clung to everything. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as his fingers ran across the blanket on your bed.

He approached the wardrobe and proceeded to look through everything. The first shelf contained your clothes, neatly folded and organised. Your socks were thrown on the second one. And on the bottom, after he kneeled down, he found your lingerie.

When Simon realised what he was staring at, his pupils dilated. He picked up a pair of your panties, then another, his fingers tightly curling around the fabric as he brought it up to his face and inhaled deeply.

A surge of heat spread through his body, causing his pants to feel increasingly restrictive, as he became overwhelmed with lust.

You may have dressed casually every day, but underneath it all, you were hiding a part of yourself that he was thrilled to get to know.

This small discovery increased his infatuation with you.

Without thinking about it twice, not even bothering to consider that you may notice things were missing if he took them, he stuffed your crimson panties into his pocket.

Simon continued to look around. He wanted to learn more about you, and your room was the ideal setting for him to do so.

He was flipping through some notebook, his fingertips brushing across the papers, his eyes skimming your writing, when he heard the front door open.

Fuck. You weren’t supposed to come home so early. Only an hour has passed since you left.

His eyes scanned the room as he put everything back, making sure to leave everything as it was.

Someone else might have been terrified because they were about to be caught, but not Simon. He was calm and composed, knowing he needed to keep his head above water and find a way out of here.

He was on the second floor and could have just jumped out of the window, but he didn’t want to risk dislocating his shoulder or breaking his spine. Simon had to be smarter; he had to find a way out, and he had to think fast.

Simon could hear your footsteps. You were pacing downstairs from room to room and talking with someone on the phone.

In your bedroom, there was nowhere to hide. Even if he tried, he couldn’t fit under your bed. He knew it was only a matter of time until you ascended those stairs, entered the bedroom, and discovered him, so he decided to conceal himself in the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

When you come here, he will sneak past your room, rush downstairs, and leave the same way he came in - by climbing out through the window.

Despite his stature, he moved silently, like a ghost, and made no sound. His plan worked wonderfully, but he was only able to breathe again when he got out of the house and settled his eyes on it while standing on the other side of the street.

He had his hands in his pockets and was fumbling with your panties.

Simon’s heart was pounding. His back was drenched in sweat. But his exterior was cold and collected, his face showing no emotion.

Although it had only been a few days since you last saw him, Simon couldn’t wait any longer and sent you a message after fetching his phone, and finding your number in his address book.

'It’s Simon, the guy to whom you owe a cup of coffee... Are you free on Wednesday?'