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[thediaryofaghost]

HII THERE NEW WRITER!!!!!!

HI, SWEETIE!! Welcome to my chaos 🖤🤌🏼

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You can send me one or two prompts from the list under the cut or an idea of your own.

Rules are simple ( please, read them ).

Only one request per blog.

If I don't feel comfortable or capable of writing a request, I won't.

The writing will contain less than 1k words unless the idea inspires me to write it longer.

Don't push me with times. It can take me one day or one week. I'm getting used to being back and making all my hobbies fit with my new routine.

Don't ask directly for smut. You can add it to your request and I'll decide if I write it or not.

Always be kind, starting your request with a hello and finishing with a thank you. Don't forget there's a real person behind the screen.

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

PROMPTS:

“Give us a chance. One chance.”

“I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Nightmares again?”

“Was I really that drunk?”

“Put some clothes on, for the love of God.”

“No one has to know about us, I know this could ruin you.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“Stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy.”

“I can't stay away from you.”

“Why are you helping me?”

 “I would die for you.”

 “I’ve killed for you before, why are you surprised?”

 "What was I doing in your dream?”

 "Because I love you and that's how I want to show it.”

 "Stop petting me like a puppy."

 "My problem is that I like you a little too much for my sanity.”

 "I love you." "I know." "Say it back!" 

 "I'm not giving up on you.”

 "If you walk away now, don't bother coming back.”

 "You promised you'd never leave.”

 "Do you really think you can handle the truth?”

 "Everyone should be delighted to know me.”

 "I didn't expect you to understand.”

 “Shut up for a second, will you?”

 “Stay with me.”

 “I didn’t expect you to understand.”

 "You need a place to stay for the night?”

 “I’m not sure if it’s a sexual thing or not.”

 “In my defense, I forget about a lot of things.” 

 “Is it that time of the month?”

 “H-how long have you been standing there?” 

 “The doctor said it's normal”.

 “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

 “Don’t touch me.”

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Soap: So... when are you and the misses having kids?

Ghost: Never preferably.

Soap: So... no kids?

Ghost: Nope.

Soap:... What if... you know...

Ghost: I had a vasectomy and she got her tubes removed. If we manage to get her pregnant, the kid will either be the next messiah or the anti-christ. Could you now leave my FUCKING BEDROOM?!!!

(Y/n) sleepy: Soap it's 3am.

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I don’t write any kind of body description, but if you find a description about the body, a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted 🖤

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; o n e s h o t s

(more than 1k words)

not my man.

summary. the team is back in town after a mission but seems like you would have preferred to stay there than having to face the kind of feelings you're discovering now. (1.2k)

; d r a b b l e s

(less than 1k words)

[thediaryofaghost]

; NOT MY MAN

© gif credits to @daniel-bruehl.

Simon Riley aka GHOST x READER | masterlist.

Summary. the team is back in town after a mission but seems like you would have preferred to stay there than having to face the kind of feelings you're discovering now.

word count: 1.2k.

warnings/tags: none. maybe a little bit of jealousy, but nothing serious.

author notes: my stories don't contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

pd: hi, y'all! first time writing for Ghost, no judging, please. i hope you like it.

The mission couldn’t have gone more successful, and the whole team was back in town before expected. That’s why Soap has had the great idea of throwing a small party for you all, more like a teammates’ barbecue. But now that you’re there, staring at the scene happening right in front of your eyes and holding a beer almost empty, you’re starting to figure out how to leave the place without looking like an asshole.

All your friends are having fun, while you’re about to break the glass container between your fingers just by the burning angriness emerging inside your guts. Why? Simple question, simple answer. Ghost is there, of course, keeping his face covered by the balaclava he never takes off, not even while sleeping; standing arms crossed next to the new acquisition for the team. Rhaia. A former soldier who is brand new to your world. Flirting with him. Or better said, trying to flirt with him. But even if Ghost isn’t moving an inch of his body, he’s letting her touch his bicep, play with the badges sewed in his jacket, and grab his dog tags to read the information written down in them.

Who does she think she is?

And who do you think you are?

Clicking your tongue, as you turn around, you give the beer one last sip before placing it on the table next to you. Silent and keeping your gesture deadpanned, your feet take you to the inside. You’ve had enough shit to deal with for today and you’re pretty tired to pretend you aren't… jealous? Ghost and you are nothing but teammates. On-duty. Off-duty is hard to explain. He’s your guardian during the nights in town like a protector, that’s how you like to see the situation. For a cop, he’s a stalker, and probably a psychopath too. But he has some power over you that you can’t even explain or run away from.

And now, everything you’ve thought you’ve had till this moment looks like it’s been reduced to ashes since Rhaia is part of the equation.

“ Party is downstairs. ”

A shiver runs down your spine. It doesn't matter the amount of time you two spend together, accompanied or alone, you never hear him coming. But you can't help but ignore his words, looking for the keys to your bike inside the pockets of your leather jacket, about to wear the piece of clothing and leave the house.

“ You going mute scares me more than death. ”

His voice is neutral. There’s no confusion, or angriness, or surprise in it. Those emotions fill you up at the exact moment you turn around, ready to go, by finding him closer than expected. 

“ Oh, for fuck sake! ”  You grumble, moving a palm onto your chest and closing your eyes for a second.

“ Where are ya’ heading at, hm? ”

“ You all are occupied with your own business and I’m tired, I just want to sleep, Ghost. ”

Raising his eyebrows as an incredulous gesture, the man tilts his head slightly, trying to figure out what’s going on inside that mind of yours. It’s not the explanation, but the fact that you have called him by his undercover name, and not just by his name like whenever the two of you are alone.

“ I'll take you home, little bird. C’mon. ”

“ You’re not coming. ” The sentence slips through your mouth before you can even think about it, watching him turn back to face you as he is ready to accompany you.

“ I am your man, of course I’m leaving with you. ” He’s now aware of what’s going on, and can’t help but drag every single word by his tongue. Demanding. With that possessive tone of voice that, in another kind of situation, would take you to your more desired fantasies later that night.

“ If my man can be touched by any woman, then… he’s not my man. ”

Oh, there it is; the attitude that rarely comes out from you, taking a step closer at the point you're breathing in the air he spells — besides the height difference. You’re challenging him with no fear, with no doubt. Looking straight into his eyes, contemplating how they darken themselves. That man is angry for real, making a huge effort to not lose his mind, the control over his body. Not with you. Maybe with a poor devil that crosses paths with him tonight. But you’re hurt. And so it’s your ego. Gho— Simon is yours. Nobody else can't touch him with that kind of intention but you, even when you don’t touch him like that; because the two of you have a non-verbal arrangement that he’s your guard dog and you don’t make any complaints.

Your heart races at the moment he takes a step back, away from you, not uttering a single word, making you feel frustrated for preventing you from seeing his face at this moment. How much would you love to burn down the balaclava he’s wearing (...).  But, at least, it seems like he has understood that you need some time alone to put down the feelings and emotions blurring your head like stormy clouds covering the sun from nowhere.

( A few hours later. )

“ What… What are you doing here? ”

Even if it was quite a surprise to find your lieutenant, fully equipped, sitting in front of your bed in the middle of the night, you didn't feel like he was a menace, nor like you were in danger. You didn't even care to ask how he had sneaked inside your house outwitting the alarm.

“ Go back to sleep, little bird. ” The murmur left his covered lips as he bent over just a little, enough to rest his arms onto his lap, getting a better view of you obeying without complaining and laying down between the sheets.

For a reason you can’t understand, you wake up with your heart racing and a thin layer of sweat covering your whole body. The survivor mode has been turned on. It wasn’t a nightmare, but a memory haunting you. The room is submerged in darkness, only illuminated by a lamppost outside, but what leaves you with no words is the empty chair in front of your eyes. Ghost is not there. And he should be.

Turning on the light, you look for your phone. No calls. No texts. Nothing. Cleaning the sweat from your forehead with a tissue, you toss away the wet sheets and walk barefoot outside of your room, touring the small flat.

“ Simon…? ”

Maybe he has gone for a glass of water or something, but you don’t receive a word back, nor a hint that he’s there. It’s only you and the silence of the night.

A sharp pinch stabs your heart. But what is that? Pain, sorrow, regret? Sadness? For a moment, you think that calling him is a good idea, disappearing as you remember what you told him earlier this evening. Has he taken that really seriously? No. That’s not typical of him. He would fight. And, for you, he would go to hell and be back before the blink of an eye, after turning off the flames that consume the place.

But then, why is the first night in almost two years he is not there, watching over you while you sleep?

Where are you, Ghost…?

feedback is appreciated and needed. please, if you have read this shot, leave a comment and / or reblog. don’t forget we do it for free to contribute to your entertainment and interactions are what make us keep writing every day.

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N E W W R I T E R H E R E,

for our dear Ghost.

Hello, y'all, my name is Arix! I've been writing for many different fandoms since I can remember and, although I've been retired for almost two years now, I'm back with my new (recently) obsession for this fine man. I used to have two big blogs here — I mean, they're still active, but I don't use them anymore —, so I'm used to being around.

Keep reading to know more about me and the idea running through my head.

I want you to know, first of all, that English is not my first language but Spanish, anyways is my second and I speak it all the time because of my job; just letting you know in case you find one or two grammar mistakes in my writings... that's why.

And now, why I'm back to Tumblr? Because I really need to write about Ghost. I have some kind of idea I would like to develop with different drabbles; and actually, it's gonna turn into a series, with the difference that I'll take requests from any of you, in case you like the idea and my writing style.

The summary could be the next: “y/n joined the team and Ghost has been secretly obsessed with her for a while, till he finds himself one night sneaking into her house to watch over her while she slept. But she ended up waking up and far away from the idea of kicking him out, day after day, she gets used to his company during the nights they're off duty”. That's something I'll write in the near future. But here's my idea about what I'd like to write about.

I'll wait one or two days from this post to publish the introduction to this series since Tumblr needs to verify that I'm not spam. So, in the meantime, I'll be keeping in drafts different drabbles, but in case you are interested, send me a message to add you to my notification list! During these days, I'll also prepare a masterlist and a post for requests.

Pd. Have patience with me because I'm currently working and studying at the same time, and I don't finish college till June.

And, that's all for now! I hope y'all like what I'm about to develop with our big boy, and welcome to the Diary of a ghost.