It's a Match! || 141 x reader
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Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader
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Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
a/n: ghost is making a move.
Chapter 8: Awooga?
Surprisingly, your one-night stand with John last night did wonders for you. You felt energized all day and made it a point to clean everything instead of moping about like you have tended to do since your break-up with Ethan.
There were days when you considered texting him, neck deep in feelings you couldn’t quite move past, trying your best to stay afloat. Four years by his side couldn’t be forgotten in the blink of an eye, even if neither of you wanted anything to do with the other and had each other blocked on every platform imaginable.
It’s 4 P.M. on Saturday and you’re laying about in your living room wearing lounge clothes, your legs spread over your coffee table, eyes lazily locked on the TV as you fiddle with your phone, twirling it in your hand.
Eventually, you find yourself getting bored… So you decide to open Tinder one last time. You got what you wanted out of it. John scratched that itch… There’s no need to keep it. But it’s still funny enough to judge the men on that app even if you’re no longer doing anything with them.
You start Left Swiping on every profile that comes onto your screen, silently judging each one and murmuring to yourself. You get about 15 profiles in before you find yourself bored of even that.
Sighing and getting peckish, you decide to order yourself something good for dinner from a delivery app. Then, while waiting for the notification that your driver is on his way, you return to Tinder.
You open the DM tab, finding dozens of new DMs from guys and skim through them, none of them catching your eye. If you were in the mood, you’d maybe engage in convo with one of them, maybe annoy them a little… But they all seem so… bland.
Then you find Simon’s chat lost in the influx. You click on it for a moment, smiling a bit as you spot his politeness and excess professionalism for someone that’s on a dating app looking to get laid.
Biting your lip, your fingers glide across the keyboard as you shoot him a quick message.
you: so… are you thinking of ever uploading a new pic of yourself?
The Read indicator popped up under your DM almos instantly, and the bubbles indicating Simon was typing soon followed.
Simon: Look who it is.
Simon: Hello to you too.
Simon: No, I don’t intend to do that.
you: hi, sorry. x
you: why not?
Simon: I don’t take this app seriously enough to want to show off what I look like.
you: was that a dig at me for having a whole gallery?
Simon: No.
Simon: Unless you want it to be. 😉
you: 😱😱
you: SIMON DID YOU JUST USE AN EMOJI?
Simon: I regret doing it now.
you: NOOOO pls don’t!
you: it was fun!!!!
Simon: Alright then.
Simon: How are you feeling today?
You’re genuinely shocked by his question and you find yourself smiling a bit.
you: i’m okay hru?
Simon: Just okay? I’m fine thanks.
you: yeah! feeling lazy.
Simon: You had me worried you weren’t feeling well after last night.
Your cheeks warm up so quickly that you even sputter and sit up on the couch with a start.
you: you know??
Simon: Of course I know.
Simon: John’s my captain.
you: he told you???????
Simon: No. John’s old school. No kiss and tell.
Simon: But we were all expecting he’d go home with you.
Simon: Kind of an open secret.
you: oh
Simon: Does that bother you?
you: i don’t think so?
you: i guess i should’ve expected you would realize it
Simon: I’m sorry.
Simon: To be fair, I can tell you that you did a great job, he’s in a much better mood.
you: that is not the praise you think it is 😭
Simon: I’m not used to giving praise, cut me some slack alright?
you: right. i can see that.
you: the whole - my team would say i push them - thing
Simon: I stand by that.
Simon: I’m not very good at talking.
Simon: But I’m not a liar.
you: i’ve noticed
you: you tend to hate being called that.
Simon: Lie enough on the job.
Simon: When I’m talking to people outside of that, I like being as honest as I can be.
you: i see
you: sooo does that mean i can ask you things and you’ll be honest in the answers?
Simon: About?
you: you
Simon: Within reason.
you: what do you look like
Simon: 6ft4, blonde, brown eyes.
you: that’s it?
Simon: I said ‘Within reason’. That means I won’t give you more than I think I should.
you: infuriating 😤
Simon: That’s life.
Just as you’re about to answer, your doorbell rings. You were so absorbed in Simon’s chat that you didn’t notice your delivery driver arrived.
You slip on some shoes quickly and dash downstairs to the front door of the building to receive your food.
Once upstairs, you set your food on the table and unwrap everything, beginning to eat your Nando’s chicken as you try to resume texting Simon one-handed.
That’s when you spot the message he sent you while you were busy.
Simon: Added some new pics.
Simon: Don’t say I never did anything for you.
Simon: But I’ll take them down in 2 minutes so you better hurry up.
Eyebrows raised, you quickly click on his profile and rush to tap through to the new pictures.
The first one makes you chuckle. Of course, it’s him wearing a hoodie and a stupid mask… But the second one? Your jaw drops open and you find yourself swallowing dryly.
“Awooga…” You quip to yourself and giggle, amused at your own silliness as your eyes trail over every inch of exposed skin in Simon’s chest. Even if that’s not him, even if that’s just some… bloke he found online, it’s still a bloody fine picture.
Returning to the chat, you type a quick reply.
you: not bad
Simon: Answered your questions?
you: raised a couple more.
Simon: Good.
Simon: You keep them in your mind for later.
you: why does it feel like you’re leaving??
Simon: Because I am. Duty calls.
Simon: I’ll tell John you said 'Hi'.
you: okay...
you: be careful!
As soon as you sent that message you found yourself facepalming. Why do you sound like a concerned partner? You don’t even know this man. Any of them really. Even if you had one of them inside of you less than 24 hours ago.
You don't dwell too much on it because soon there's a message from Simon on the screen.
Simon: Always am. Don’t miss us too much.
Shaking your head, you set down your phone, locking the screen, and turning back to your peri-peri chicken and chips, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.
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