doorman simon riley/reader
pt 1 ⟡ pt 2
you live in a pretty shitty neighborhood, but one thing you'd made sure of when apartment shopping was that your building had a doorman. it could hardly be described as a building, even. it was a six story walk up, but the 'lobby' had a little desk and an intercom and it made you feel safer. doorman!ghost who looked almost comical, squished between the desk and the wall, his ginormous body looking just about ready to burst though the flimsy plaster. doorman!ghost who only grunted his name in response to your cheery introduction when you first met him, but immediately got up to help you carry your boxes up the stairs, mumbling something about needing to stretch his legs. doorman!ghost who knew your schedule like clockwork before he even realized he did. knew when you got home from work, knew when you got groceries. knew that every sunday night you brought him a tupperware with baked goods and a very detailed explanation of how exactly you made whatever it was. doorman!ghost who once carried you up four flights of stairs after you came home stumbling from a night out, doing his best to be a gentleman but that damn dress you put on was making it hard
doorman!ghost who would never have expected the shitty job he got after being dismissed from the military would have such amazing perks
a/n: this is my first time posting anything i've written anywhere and it's kinda nerve wracking lol but lmk if you like it and/or if you want more of doorman ghost ❤︎ ⋆˚࿔ ༻ ・ ୨୧ ・༺