Ghost's Wife

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1 year ago

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley / fem!Reader

Summary:   Simon finds out his girlfriend is pregnant. He's determined to be the good father he never had.

Content:  civilian girlfriend, established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, Ghost as a dad not just daddy, so much fluff, some mild sexual undertones

Word Count:   1.7k

Notes: Okay so this request could have gone two ways: either Ghost knows or doesn't know about the pregnancy. But I thought it would be kind of strange... like in a maybe-she-cheated-on-me way if she didn't tell him (because why else wouldn't she, realistically). I decided on making him super happy/fluffy/anxious with anticipation instead đŸ«¶đŸ»

Two months ago, everything had started with a nervous phone call, a teary-eyed confession, stunned silence. She'd been trembling as she clutched the pregnancy test in one hand, phone pressed to her ear in the other.

Simon had been dead silent for several endless moments, and more tears had gathered in her eyes, because god damn, now was probably not the time, why had they ever thought it would be okay not to use condoms-

"Pregnant?" He whispered, oceans apart but his voice as close as though Simon was right beside her.

"Y-yes," she whispered back, staring at the little screen that read 3-4 weeks. "I think so."

"And you took only one, yeah?" He said, voice gentle. Hopeful. Was it because he hoped this one had malfunctioned, or because he wanted it to be true?

"Yes, I only had one at home, for-" emergencies, she almost said, but that felt wrong. Because despite the bad timing, a tiny flutter of excitement jumped around her belly at the prospect of having a child, Simon's baby. "Just in case."

"Alright, sweetheart," he exhaled on the other end of the line. "How about you go to the shop, and buy a couple more from different brands so we can be sure, hm?"

"Will you stay on the phone with me, Si?" She whispered, and he hummed in agreement.

They pointedly didn't talk about the potential baby on the way to the supermarket, with Simon giving her a rundown of what he'd been up to in the last week (probably highly censored for her sake) and her trying not to crash the car with all the nervous energy running through her.

She bought different ones, all the way from cheap to expensive, pink to blue, and chucked in some chocolate bars and crisps for good measure. Either way, she was most likely going to cry on the sofa tonight.

Simon's calm deep voice never left as she took the tests one after another, all lined up on the bathroom counter. They waited together, tense with anticipation.

"They're positive," she said, staring. "All of them."

"Oh, thank God," Simon groaned, and his voice was a little muffled as though he'd pressed his face into the pillow. 

Now, two months later, things had drastically changed in every single way one could imagine. For starters, they'd been forced to not only talk about money but also the fact that they didn't have a shared flat, let alone enough space for another tiny human. 

Simon wanted to buy a small house for them, but the thought of him spending that kind of money made her uneasy. They'd argued about it several times already, and he'd only given it a rest when she agreed to casually go to a couple listings in their preferred area during the upcoming months.

Not only was their shared Amazon account flooded with parenting and pregnancy-related guidebooks that Simon downloaded to his Kindle religiously, but an avalanche of parcels had started overflowing her living room as well.

XL packs of diapers, a crib, swaddling cloths, pacifiers, toys, a night light. All of it was delivered by increasingly familiar postmen, with her resigning to the fact that Simon was losing his mind.

"Honey," she whined into her phone one evening, pulling out a series of zoo animal-themed bath towels. "It's not even here yet!"

"She isn't here yet," he corrected her with a clearing of the throat. "And once she is, you'll thank me for being prepared."

"You don't even know if it's a girl," she groaned, folding the newest purchase away with an eye roll. 

"Of course I do," Simon replied with so much conviction that she almost believed him. "I was the one who-"

"Produced her?" She grinned, and he huffed a breath of amusement. 

"Yes," his voice was dark and smooth as silk, suddenly making her mouth run dry. 

"I miss you, Si," she whispered, playing with the drawstrings of her pyjama bottoms.

"Not long now, then I'll be home with you. Be a good girl and take care of yourself and my daughter until I'm back, yeah?"

It made her thighs clench a little, and judging by the knowing smile in Simon's voice, he knew exactly what he was doing to her and her hormones. Good lord, if she'd known that he would embrace being a father like this, the baby fever probably would have struck her way sooner.

"I don't want to wait," she pouted, and Simon chuckled.

"I know darlin', I know."

She was standing on tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd of people gathered around the double doors labelled arrivals. Many had come and gone already, but she knew that Simon often got stuck in additional security screenings and customs - so while the long wait sucked, it gave her some more time to gather herself.

When she'd stood in this exact spot three and a half months ago, she never would have guessed that it would be the last few weeks where it was only the two of them. 

No matter what happened from here on out, there would always be something that bound Simon to her, that spoke of the love they had for one another: a child. 

And while her boyfriend was hellbent on it being a girl, she secretly hoped for a mini version of him. One she could hold and adore whenever his daddy was away, whose dark brown eyes and pale lashes would surely steal everybody's heart in no time at all. 

She wondered if it would be a quiet kid, perhaps a bookworm or an animal lover? Would she be the one to teach them how to swim? Was Simon going to take his alleged daughter on the back of his motorcycle to school, just to show off? 

Smiling and stroking her stomach absentmindedly, she almost missed the tall frame of her boyfriend as he squeezed himself past a group of elderly men, looking for her. When Simon spotted her, he made a straight line towards her, and people hastily stepped out of his way when it became clear that he was ready to go straight through them if he had to.

Under normal circumstances, she might have been a little embarrassed by all the curious and irritated glances that fell on them, but then Simon was right there, yanking his facemask down.

He was beaming so widely, that the scar bisecting his lower lip and chin disappeared almost entirely from being stretched so far. 

Simon scooped her up in his arms, uncaring of the heavy backpack he was still carrying and then twirled her around a few times, face buried in her neck and shoulder. She laughed, trying to hold on, overwhelmed by the completely uncharacteristic display of affection but pleased regardless.

"Look at you," he smiled as he gently lowered her back to her own feet, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You're glowing." 

"I think that's just something they tell pregnant women so they feel better about the whole thing," she grinned, accepting the quick kiss he pressed to her mouth and nose.

Simon rolled his eyes, grabbed her hand and steered her towards the airport exit.

"I don't think she's really in there," Simon frowned, examining her stomach from all sides. They were lying on the sofa, with her only in sweatpants and a bra while Simon was draped over her legs, face practically squished into her tummy. "It's so quiet. And you don't look any different!"

The accusation in his voice made her snort, and she gently carded her fingers through his curls. He put his ear back to her stomach, breathing deeply.

"What, do you expect her to say hello daddy, please don't disturb my nap time? The only thing you're going to hear is my stomach growling from being neglected so much."

Simon's head whipped up so fast, she would have scooted back in fright if not for the heavy weight between her legs. 

"Are you hungry? Why didn't you say anything? We can have snacks before dinner is ready-"

Grabbing his head between both hands until she could squish his cheeks together and shut him up that way, his girlfriend stared into Simon's eyes with an exasperated smile. She leaned forward and kissed his puckered lips for a moment, then released him.

"Si, while I would never say no to snacks, you need to relax. I'm not starving, and the baby isn't either, because that's what you're really worried about, isn't it?"

The guilty shake of the head and half-hearted denial made her roll her eyes and pull him closer again. Simon rested his head on her chest, arms wrapped tightly under her back. They lay there while listening to the early October rain knock against her living room windows.

"She's the size of a lime now, did you know?" He mumbled. "And we'll be able to hear her heartbeat during the scan tomorrow. At the end of the first trimester babies usually-"

Sighing happily, she wiggled a bit deeper into his embrace and listened to Simon's deep voice as he eventually launched into a detailed list of questions he had prepared for the doctor already. 

And it felt amazing to know that the man who possessed her heart in its entirety, who had carved a space for her in his life full of violence and death, could be so tender, could change so much for the sake of their family. 

"I love you, Simon," she interrupted him, and he blinked, turning his head so his chin rested on her sternum.

"I love you too, honey," he smiled. "You okay?"

"Never been better."

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Not me staring at my positive covid test like... this was not what we just wrote about, body. 😭

But still: Blushing, kicking my feet, giggling. I absolutely adore writing these tough men be super soft for their significant other - and I always headcanon Ghost to be like that in private. How chatty and excited he'd be, now that he'll have a family, I- 😭

My other COD writing can be found in this masterlist, as well as my shorter COD headcanons. đŸ«¶đŸ»

I hope the person who requested this liked it, and that everybody else found something to smile about as well! Stay safe, until next time. - A✹

1 year ago

I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME. [2]

I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME. [2]

+ pairings. ran haitani x f!reader ft. sanzu haruchiyo

+ tags. angst, arranged marriage, cheating, unrequited love, pining, hurt no comfort

+ wc. 1.5k

+ note. hi hi part two is here hehehehe <3 this took me too long to write cuz i'm lazy af sorry 😭 anyway, this is the last part of this fic hope u like it hehe

reblogs are always appreciated! <3

part one | part two

I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME. [2]

“I’m so stupid.” 

If you were sober, you’d probably glare at the man who just laughed out loud beside you. Even though he was not wrong for laughing at you because you know you deserved it.

Because you are a fool. Fool for loving someone who isn't going to love you the same way. A stupid human being for giving her all to someone who’s not willing to give their everything for you. But was it really stupid? Is it even your fault to love someone? You just loved and in turn, you wanted to be loved. Was that foolish? Dumb?

“Shut up, Haru.” your voice was small, so close to breaking as you reached for another shot but a hand stopped you. “What? If you're going to laugh at me all night, you can at least let me drink to save me from embarrassment the next day.”

Sanzu’s face was serious compared to earlier, his hand still holding your wrist to keep you from drinking, “That's enough. Does Ran even know you’re here?”

“He doesn't. And if he did, it’s not like he would care.” a bitter laugh escaped your lips, “Ah, see. Now, I’m talking shit. Pitying myself.”

“It’s cause you’re so stupid.” he retorted, “How could you just stand there and smile, what the fuck even was that? Isn’t he your husband? Isn’t that your house and you’re just letting it happen? Wake up.”

“Ow!” you exclaimed when he flicked your forehead, it felt like some of the alcohol washed away from your system the moment he did that. “And excuse me, she was crying and shaking, I didn't have the heart to send her away.”

“Oh okay. What a saint.” Sanzu claimed with obvious sarcasm, following the roll of his eyes. “It’s your fault so stop bitching about it to me and go home.”

You scoffed and snatched your hand away from him, “You’re being an ass.”

“This ass is tired of listening to you bitch about your husband who doesn’t even give two fucks about your feelings—” 

Your hand was trembling the moment you realized what you just did. Did you just slap him? Sanzu Haruchiyo? Bonten’s No. 2? Your husband’s colleague and your friend who was nice to let you in his apartment when you’re crying your ass out?

You fucking did and you were regretting it each second you stand there. You doubt that he’s going to do something to you—because Sanzu’s cruel to everyone but you. You don’t know why he’s different to you but you figure that’s because he’s your friend—not that he considers you one all those years, but you were always there.

And you guess he was used to you being there.

“H-haru. I
” you dragged your breath and looked at him with your widened eyes. “I’m sorry-”

“Get the fuck out.” 

“Haru.” Even though you were a bit scared, you walked towards him. Sanzu just stared at you, a little frustration dancing in his eyes as you cupped his face with your hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re frustrating me.” an exasperated sigh coming out of him, and every second that his hand was touching your face was giving you a different kind of feeling. It was disparate—it was unlike any other feeling that you had, even with your husband. It was comforting—and most of all, the look that he was giving you was like the piece of the puzzle that you have been looking for all your life.

You swore you’ve seen this before, this kind of look—and yet the problem is it wasn’t meant for you but now it is—and the bigger problem is, the person that was supposed to be giving you this isn’t the person that you had promised to spend your whole life with. You don’t have any idea how you ended up in this situation—with someone who isn’t your husband.

But the worst part is, you aren’t guilty because any of this was wrong—you were feeling sorry because every second of it felt right—asking yourself why haven’t you been doing this the whole time.




“Where were you? I was worried
” the concern in your husband’s voice was sincere, yet all you could feel was doubt, guilt and irk—all of it at once. “I left you a bunch of calls and messages and you weren’t answering.”

Setting your coat and heels aside, you walked towards your husband having his morning coffee alone on the empty dining table, “I was out with Kei. I’m sorry, my phone was out of juice last night. Couldn’t leave her alone, she had a boy problem, you know.”

People say that lying would get you nowhere, that it would eat you away to the point that you’re closer to an impending self destruction that would lead you to bursting at some point. But the thing is, lying in this situation doesn’t feel like you’re being forsaken to sabotaging yourself, it feels like a way to save yourself and this refuge that you have found to be in. 

In other words, this deceit wasn’t for the best interest of your husband—to save him from the pain that would befall him but for yourself. And it sounds bad at all, but you have chosen to do the thing that would benefit you. You have grown tired of picking anyone else over yourself—and to think of it, it isn’t bad choosing yourself this once—though, you have started it in a wrong way. “I see.”

“I’m sorry.” you plant a kiss on your husband’s cheek, “I’ll make sure to update you next time.”

Ran should’ve seen it coming, all the genuine smiles that you give him would soon turn to a feigned one, all the earnest talks you had would soon turn into nothing more but a hollow conversation.

“I’m home.” and all that he could get was a nod from you accompanied by a mere smile. “Have you eaten yet?”

You barely looked at him—it was just a simple thing, but it felt like a lifetime of pain. “Uh-huh. It’s in the fridge, just heat it up.”

And how ridiculously it hurt when he was sitting alone at the dining table and all he could see was your memories lying on the seat where you used to be.

It shouldn’t have fazed him, he knew all this time that he was just pretending to feel all these things for you and he knew it was unfair to you—but now, he was asking himself, if this was all just play pretend to him—why does he feel this agony eating him alive?

Maybe he wasn't just used to this—but this is how things should be, he should stop pretending to love you because he knows that you’re aware that you could never come close to her.

He should stop pretending to care, put an end to feeling this hurt when you have chosen to turn your back on him instead of curling up to him. When you have chosen to disregard his presence on purpose. When you have chosen to go out—instead of being with him on his time off. 

He wanted to laugh because he knows he was just lying to himself—he knows how and when you started to be like this but he wasn't aware that all that he did wasn’t pretending when he sees the look on your eyes once you’ve arrived at the hospital where he is but instead, the first person that you wrapped your arms around to was the man lying on the bed—and not him.

“Haru.” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes as you held on to him. “You’re okay. I’m here, hm? I’m here
”

Ran was watching all these before him—the mirthful glint shining in your irises once you saw Haruchiyo opening his eyes, how you could never leave his side—how you were giving him the same look that you used to give him before—it was making him wish that he should've been the one who got shot, thinking that would you be the same way you are right now if that was him?

Would you also climb on the bed and let him rest on your arms? Would you hold him like he’s the most precious thing in the whole universe? You see the thing is, you have done that before—he just didn't appreciate it when it was there. 

He wanted to stop this madness and tear you apart from Haruchiyo—he was actually scared to death that he’d have to live without you but what right did he have when he had done this to you first?

What he was feeling was probably nothing when you had to stand there and watch him hold another woman in his arms. So, how could he take your happiness away from you any further? 

“Let me ask you one thing,” he started, looking at you while you sat inches away from him. “Do you love him?”

You bit your lip and looked at him, and there he noticed the difference when you looked at him and he knew that your answer would tear him apart and yet he chose to sit there while you break his heart.

It was clear who holds your heart even if you don't utter a single word. The look was enough to make his world crumble into pieces. 

“I thought I couldn't live without you, Ran
 but it turns out, he’s the one I couldn't live without.”

I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME. [2]

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2 years ago

Goodbye,My Love

it breaks my heart that we cant even utter those words💔 ~your only love

Goodbye,My Love

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