homeless teenager reader breaking into ghost's home one specially cold winter night for shelter, warmth, and food. and of course he can't let them leave cuz they're his kid now and he must take care of them
I love this idea. Enjoy <33 he’s a little mean in this one :(
Platonic Yandere Simon Riley with Homeless Reader
It’s a cold winter day, snow is piled up high, the air bites, cold enough to freeze your nose shut if you inhale too hard. Needless to say, everyone was either stuck inside or stuck on the road.
Simon was on his way home from work, stopped at a red light when he got a notification on his phone. He picks it up, his eyes narrowing. It’s a notification from his home security system.
WINDOW F1-2 HAS BEEN OPENED 1min ago
MOVEMENT IN LIVING ROOM, WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHECK YOUR CAMERA FEED? Now
“Fuck me..” He mumbles, of course someone would break into his home when he’s had a bad day at work. He opens the app, scrolling through the different cameras till he gets to the lifestream of his living room. Everything seems in order, nothing seems to be out of place. The TV is still on the wall, did anyone even break in?
That's when he sees a pile on the floor in front of his fireplace, a person curled into a ball. Simon also notes that they started a fire in the fireplace, Simon left the metal box empty this morning. He tries to zoom in on their face but they are tucked into one of his blankets.
As soon as the light is green, he goes home as fast as he can. He’s rightfully pissed, so mad that he forgot to call the police. He’s going to teach this prick who broke in a lesson.
You are so cold laying on his carpet that you don’t even hear a truck pull into the driveway, the angry slam of a door. Powerful footsteps follow, stomping up the porch to the front door, the front door bursts open and he doesn't bother to take off his snow gear and boots as he stomps into the living room.
“You son of a bitch, breaking into my house?!” He instantly spots the pile, a small figure curled underneath. He roughly grabs them, flipping them onto their back. Their eyes snap open in fear, lips blue and cheeks frostbitten. He shakes them awake.
“You’re lucky I don't punch your teeth in, you little shite.” Despite his harsh words, the glare in his eyes, he presses the back of his hand to your cheek to see how cold you are.
“You break into everyone's house? Or am I just special?” He sneers, watching as tears well up in the corners of your eyes as his grip on your arm tightens lightly when you try to jerk away from him
“I'm.. I’m sorry.. Please don’t hurt me..” Your voice pinches, high pitched as you try not to completely break down. His eyes are cold and you're scared he’s gonna hurt you, you wouldn't really blame him. You did break into his house.
“Yeah? Sorry? Couldn’t go back home to mommy and daddy?” He shakes you once more, not as hard this time. He’s trying to scare you. His grip loosens when he sees your face fall, you look away from him a little bit, averting his eyes from his cold glare.
“Stupid kid. Homeless shelter couldn’t take ya? Foster care?” He presses some hard questions, he sighs when you don’t answer. He places you back down on the floor, aggressively putting another log into the metal stove. “Frostbitten little brat.” he grumbles, poking the wood deeper into the stove before he closes the door.
“Don’t fucking move.” He lightly jabs a finger into your sternum, ordering you to stay put. He tucks another blanket around you, one he grabbed from the couch, before he stands up and goes into the kitchen. You find yourself unable to move, scared that you will make him more enraged if you don’t do as he says.
He comes back with a simple sandwich, shoving it towards you.
“Eat.” He orders you again, you free your arms from under the heavy blankets to grab the sandwich from him. It's whole grain bread, salami, and lettuce. Not very appetising, but you don’t really have much to complain about. You eat, tasting something bitter in one of the bites, something a little minty. You think he gave you some bad lettuce.
He put crushed up melatonin in the sandwich.
He makes sure you swallow every bite, watching as fat tears dribble down your frosty cheeks. He doesn’t wipe them away, letting them irritate your frostbitten skin.
“I’m sorry.. Can I go now..? Please don’t call the police..” You plead with him, a mouthful of food in your mouth.
“Don’t speak when your mouth is full.” He scolds you, lightly flicking your forehead. You mumble an ‘ow’ as you swallow your last bite. He tucks you back into the blankets, pushing you onto your side so you are facing the fire.
“Please sir, I won’t come back..” You try to plead your case again, but he scoffs cruelly.
“Shut up, you wanted to be here so bad and now you want to leave?” He pokes you in the side, watching as your eyes widen with horror. “Where the hell are you going to go anyway?”
He rubs your back as you start to hyperventilate. He keeps talking.
“It would be real irresponsible of me if I let you leave. You wanna freeze to death? Huh?” He tilts his head, the snow on his boots melting into the carpet as he looks down at you.










