Dating Ghost Part 2
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✎: Part one’s my blog with the most notes, so I’ll give you guys a part two<3!!
♡Summary: Wholesome headcanons of dating Ghost PT.2
Bf!Ghost is an extremely light sleeper. His time in the army caused him to be on guard 24/7, even when he’s asleep. Slightest movement or sound? he’s grunting himself awake. Every once in a while, you’d have nightmares. Some more scarier than the others - but the one you had this night was unlike any other - it felt all too real, traumatising and daunting. You jolted yourself awake and steadied a hand to your shaky chest to regulate your breathing, a few uncontainable tears trickling down your face.
You unknowingly twisted and turned in the midst of your unpleasant dream, so the moment you woke up Simon was already conscious. He has a concerned and worried expression etched onto his face; he caringly held both arms out to coo soft reassurances into your ear as he planted soft kisses on your temples. He didn’t need to know anything else, the moment he spotted any pain was the moment he became your personal shoulder to cry on.
He held you close in his arms whilst he stroked your hair - making you fall asleep ten times faster. Simon found himself having a better time sleeping with your comforting figure in his hold, too. So if you’ve got a nightmare and you’re in need of physical reassurance, you’ve already got it without even asking.
Bf!Ghost is a compulsive tea drinker - no big surprise to anyone. He had an urge to drink tea at an ungodly hour, same with you having an uncontrollable thirst, needing to be immediately quenched. Finding no water on your nightstand, you cursed yourself under your breath before drowsily entering the kitchen.
Your fatigue blurred your awareness of your surroundings, making you fail to realise that Simon wasn’t besides you when you stirred yourself awake. You jumped when you entered the kitchen and were met with the kettle faintly churning in the background as Simon was leaning against the countertop, awaiting his boiling water.
“Hello, stranger.” You said, filling a cup with water and greedily chugging it to your heart’s content.
“Why are you awake?” he asked, vaguely smiling, registering the irony of his question.
“I don’t know… why are you awake?” you swiftly rinsed your cup before placing it on the dish rack.
You found yourselves having a brief bantering conversation around the dinner table before heading off to bed. You, with your third glass of water, and Simon, with his savoured cup of black tea.
Bf!Ghost would mutter a distinguishable “Fuckin’ hell,” under his breath whenever something upsetting or irksome happens. Like accidentally spilling juice and so on.
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You inattentively dropped a glass, frustratedly clenching your fists to your sides, a “Fuckin’ hell..!” reflexively flew past your lips before you knew it. You didn’t even realise it in the moment, but Simon did. He just stood there for a moment, like he was confirming if it actually happened - and when he finally did, he heartily chuckled to himself before infinitely teasing you about it. From that point on, “Fuckin’ hell” was now your guys’s inside joke.
Bf!Ghost enjoyed the little things with you. He loved your occasional walks at late noon or night (sometimes when it rains) as you both share an AirPod. It’s like a utopian escape from everything and everyone - nobody is out. It’s just you two, your music and definite love for one another.
Bf!Ghost was an undeniable ass guy. The constant ass grabbing started from a harmless joke you incited. You were behind him as he was walking up the stairs, you couldn’t help but playfully grab his ass and let a, “Nice ass,” slip out.
You never heard (or felt) the end of that.
His hands would constantly be cupping, squeezing or even spanking your ass at times. Depends on how mischievous he’s feeling.
Bf!Ghost is possessive of you in public - not in a red flag way. Planting a sudden passionate kiss on your cheeks or lips when any dude would stare at you, holding your hand or purse for you as you walked down the street, or tying your laces for you. Anything for his princess, really.
Bf!Ghost also loved going on late night drives with you, to do anything or go anywhere - it doesn’t matter. It’s always fun as fuck when it’s just you two and an unplanned drive down any accessible road. Either visit somewhere you’ve been meaning to go or watch the night sky twinkling around the city lights. It never seemed to matter what you did, what did matter was that you were both having a really good time with each other’s comfort.
Bf!Ghost is a really wonderful cook. Outside of fish chips tea and gravy and all that mumbo-jumbo he can cook. Hand him some random seasonings and meats you’ve brought from the market and he’ll have a delicious three course meal prepared in no time. He even lets you try small samples of whatever he’s cooking up by teasingly spoon feeding you.
“Seriously, Simon?” you groaned, darting your gaze between the spoon nearing your lips and his playful expression. He always had a quick smart-mouthed reply to your complaining like, “Say ahhh” or “Aeroplane’s coming, sweetheart,” and you’d contently giggle as you gave in and allowed him to feed you. If there was a minor spill he’d gently pat your face down with a tissue, making you roll your eyes and teasingly nudge him.
And before you knew it, you’d greedily finish whatever he’s allowing you to taste, even when you were meant to have only a teaspoon. He didn’t really mind, though - he took it as a compliment, even, promptly refilling your plate each time you asked for more.
Bf!Ghost took taking care of you really seriously, maybe too serious. He knew all the right medications, techniques and ways of comforting you when you were experiencing any type of discomfort of cold.
He made frequent visits to the pharmacy, daily check ups, nourishing teas and all that good stuff. You felt horrible and nauseous every time you were sick, from your raspy and stuffy voice to the irritating dryness in the back of your throat. At the same time, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world knowing your boyfriend cared and put so much time and effort into you.
Bf!Ghost doesn’t really know how to apologise; it’s just ‘not in his nature’. As much as he hated seeing you all pouty and upset after any mild argument or disagreement, he felt as if he’d somehow manage to fuck up the situation even more by apologising. So, he’d give you your space then make you your favourite beverage, just the way you liked it. (He randomly memorised the oddly specific way you like your tea/coffee), he would make himself a cuppa - he settled your drink in front where you were situated, you were watching some TV show in the living room, your eyes defeatedly lit up as you both endured in a comfortable silence, sipping your beverages as the TV faintly played in the background. You slowly began talking again, like you were rekindling a fire, and before you knew it you were both giggling and chatting away - discarding the unpleasant past and leaving it behind you guys.
But you knew Simon loved you; he didn’t have to express his sorry’s through words. His thought out actions always spoke louder.
PART THREE IS OUT FOR THE GREEDY MFS😋!!
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