Haunting
Ghosting series pt. 5
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem! Reader
Cw: nothing much, just mentions of stalking and slight angst.
A/n: soooo obviously I’m apologizing again for disappearing and taking so long to post this. Just fair warning that chapters will take forever to be published since I’m always busy and has major writers block but I really wanna try to keep up with the content. Love yall <3 I also heavily projected my baby fever in this chapter so I apologize again! ^ ^
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S. Masterlist
7 months
October, 2019
It was 9:32, you glance at the clock on your wall as you lay on your couch. You could hear the soft distant noise of crickets outside, the tv playing a show on low volume. It was a comedy show your co worker recommended to you, she claimed the show had her laughing every five minutes or so, you found it entertaining and cracking a small chuckle once in a while but not to the extent your coworker claimed to have been. As you lay on your side, your hand absentmindedly rubs your bump as your eyes bore into the tv screen, you could feel your eyes grow heavy feeling fatigue catch up to you once again.
Your giving into the weight of sleep. Shutting your eyes, you’re close to dosing off until a sudden knock sounds from your door.
You jolt up from the couch, sitting up and looking over to the front door. You stare at your door and pause, waiting for another knock to sound but it’s silence. Was that your imagination, are you beginning to have auditory hallucinations?
Knock, knock, knock
There it is again. Your heart almost leaps out of your chest. Who the hell could be knocking on your door at this time of night?
You remind glued to the couch for another second until you finally get up from the couch. You cautiously walk over to the door, avoid steeping on certain areas of your floor to prevent making any noises, your floors were old enough that certain spots creaked under the weight of your feet. You approach the door and slowly lean in towards the peephole, looking in with your eye you spot a figure standing at your door, wearing a black hoodie with the hood up and covering their face concealing their identify in a dark shadow beneath the fabric. You’re about to walk away from the door to grab your phone and call the cops until the figured head moves and you catch the familiar glimpse of a skull print on the balaclava they’re wearing.
You freeze in your spot.
“Simon.” You whisper.
Suddenly you unlock your door and swing the door open. The figure turns to you quickly, seeming to be startled at the sudden sound of the door opening and your met with the familiar sight of Simon standing before you, wearing his infamous skull balaclava, his brown eyes meet yours, you note how tired and upset he looked. His eyes bearing the weight of guilt in his eyes as he met your gaze.
You feel your heart beating fast and you’re short of breath as you stare him down. It’s a long beat of silence between you both.
Neither of you say a single word until he speaks.
“I’m sorry…” He says, his voice so low and weak, you almost didn’t hear him.
You feel tears prick your eyes as you felt your knees grow weak. Suddenly you’re walking forward and practically jump on him. His arm catch you as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much.” You sob out as your arms wrap around his shoulders tightly.
But then you notice something, it’s odd…
Simon doesn’t smell like himself, in fact he smells like nothing at all. He always had a faint smell of cigarettes, gun powder and his cologne that always had you weak in the knees.
He’s missing the warmth he always had every time you were near him. As a matter of fact, you don’t feel the way his arms wrap around you. What’s going on?
You lean back from the hug and look back at Simon only to see his face disappeared, it’s just a dark void once again concealed under the hood of his sweater. “Simon…” You call out to him but he doesn’t answer.
You look back over to the inside of your house and suddenly you see you’re at your old shared apartment with Simon. But it’s not what you used to remember. The place is empty, dark and cold. The only thing in the room is a couch with a Simon sitting on it, his back to you, his posture slouched over with his elbows propped on his knees.
It’s then it occurs to you, none of this is real.
“Wake up.” Simon says to you, still not Turing to look at you.
You back away, slowly backing out the apartment through the front door. When you step out the apartment you suddenly let loose your balance. The outside world is gone, nothing but an empty black void and your suddenly falling into the void.
You gasps loudly as you jolt awake, your heart pounding against your chest as you sit up. You’re breath heaving as you look around, recognizing your surroundings as your apartment, your tv playing another episode of the same show you were watching before dozing off, your front door is locked and no one is knocking, the lights in your house are off, the tv being the only source of light illuminating your living room in a soft glow, and no one else is in your house. Just you and the baby within you.
You get up and walk over to the front door, the locks still locked just how you left it, the door hinge is locked in place. You stand in front of the door and just stare at the blank white painted door for a long minute, just waiting to hear anything, anyone but there’s no knocking. Just silence.
You peer into the peephole and scan the area. It’s empty, no one there just the night sky, the view of the street in front of your house just ahead of the small grass area in front of your apartment building, the street light illuminates the residential parking lot and you only see the usual cars that belong to you and your neighbors. There’s no one outside.
Your nerves began to calm, relief washing over you but you also feel something else. Disappointment and slight pain, emotional pain. The lack of Simon at your door made your heart ache as you reminisce on your dream, wising and praying that one day soon, that dream will come true. Sure you’re angry at Simon but you know deep in your heart that if he ever showed up at your door you’d do exactly what you did in your dream. Leap into his arms and forgive him a thousand times over in over, in every dream. You pray one day your dreams will come true, you always had.
Ever since you found out about your babys gender, that being a girl, you were practically ecstatic. Having a girl meant having a mini you. You can dress her up as cute as can be, do her hair, as she gets older you both can go on little mother-daughter dates. There’s so much you can do in the future, you could hardly wait for her to arrive soon.
immediately you already imagined and had so many ideas for the nursery, you wanted it to be full nothing but soft pink colors, from toys to clothes. People may think it was over the top, but you couldn’t care less. This was your first and only baby, she was your entire life, a reminiscent of the love you and Simon once shared. Of course, sometimes it’s upsets you to think about all that but soon enough, your relationship and everything about Simon will be nothing but a ghost of the past. At least you hope…
sharing the news to your sister and Jared, they congratulated you on the news. The pair both excited for a new addition to the family, to have a niece to love and help care for.
Life seemed to be good after that. About a month after you found out about the baby’s gender, you soon found an apartment, a two bedroom, maybe not in the best neighborhood but at least the apartment was decent and having two bedrooms meant your baby can have her own room— a room to make a nursery. Moving in was a bit tiring, of course you got a lot of help from Stacy and Jared, the two doing the heavy lifting and setting up the baby’s crib for you. Grated, it was going to be a while before you would have the baby sleep in the crib alone in the room, a few months at least. For the time being you planned to have a bedside bassinet for the baby to sleep in for the first few months after she’s born.
Stacy and Jared were saints, they were very supportive and offered to pay for a lot of the necessary things for the baby. As much as you appreciated it, you didn’t want to take advantage of their kindness and take their money, part of you would feel guilty if you did. You wanted to do this on your own— this was your baby, you want this, you were going to prove to Simon that you can do this on your own, even if he wasn't around to see it. Truthfully, we we're not entirely on your own, you’d have Stacy and Jared helping on the side here and there, but you wanted to try your best to raise your baby on your own for the most part.
It was Sunday, you had gotten paid this past Friday and decided to take a self-care day. Going out getting a decaffeinated drink, your doctor said it was okay to drink one small cup of coffee a day, but you didn’t want to risk anything with the baby, so you’ve personally put coffee off the table until after you’ve had the baby. After stopping at your local coffee shop, you drove to the store. You planned to go to a more popular stores to get the latest baby clothes, other necessities you may need, before going to the thrift store and finding more baby clothes for cheaper. It was also because the thrift store tends to have more cuter and vintage clothing for babies- because let's be real, a lot of the modern baby clothing was too plain and colorless- almost lifeless.
While driving you settled on stopping at HomeGoods since they always had the cutest clothes and decor, maybe you could get a few decorations for the nursery while you were at it. The nursery was done, furniture wise; The crib was set up, the drawers built, a shelf placed to store extra things.
Driving around the large parking lot, you parked in an empty parking spot closest to the store, having noticed the shopping center seemed to lack customers today with only twenty cars parked in the large lot. You noticed the more your belly grew, your walking stamina slowly decreased, you could really only go a couple hours on your feet until they grew tired and swollen and you’d feel the need to take a rest. You’re hoping with the shopping distracting you it’ll keep your mind off the discomfort of your feet until you go home. It didn’t help either that your Job had you sitting for the whole day further preventing you from getting to used to walking for long periods of time. Once you parked you spent the next hour inside home goods, finding a couple of baby clothes, a cute pastel pink ceramic carousel that you could definitely display on one of the shelves you have in the nursery. You ran across a small picture frame with a cartoon baby sleeping. You figured it would be cute frame to put the baby’s ultrasound picture in and later update it once you have the baby.
Once you found what you could in the store, you brought your items before leaving the store carry two plastic bags. Coming out to the parking lot you began walking towards your car until you stopped dead in your tracks.
The black truck was there again, parked in the next parking lot over directly across from your car. You felt your heart drop. Surely this can’t be the same car. But the longer you looked t he e more you knew you couldn’t be hallucinating.
It had the same new sleek shine to the paint job. Large tires, the same low rumble you heard last time when it was parked from across your job. And worse, the driver window was cracked open again, a tail of smoke seeping out from the window. This was definitely the same exact truck…
You feel adrenaline spike in your body. You quickly move, making a b-line straight to your car. You senses heartened just waiting to hear the trucks doors to open and except a man or two to come running at you.
Thankfully, you quickly unlock your car and slide in with ease. Glancing at the truck while you quickly insert your keys to turn your car on, the truck remains idle still. The tinted windows concealing the identity of who ever was inside, but you could feel their eyes on you sending a chill down your spine.
Shifting your car into drive you swiftly pull out from your parking spot and drive off. Glancing at your rear view mirror, staring down the truck, waiting to see if it’s following you but it remains parked. You in relief and continue driving out of the parking lot, deciding that you were going to cut your shopping trip short after your encounter with the truck. You didn’t wanna risk anything opting to just return home and relax for the rest of the evening, hopefully to get your mind off the possibility you could be getting stalked.
Watching your car drive off, he takes one more puff from his cigar. His eyes remained glued to your car, watching as you drive away until you turn out the parking lot disappearing down the road with the rest of traffic.
He blows out another cloud of smoke, letting the soft breeze from outside air out the tobacco smoke out the car before snuffing it out in the ashtray he had set out on the center console.
He shoves his hand into the pocket of his beige jacket, shuffling in the pocket until his fingers graze the familiar feeling of his phone. Pulling the device out, a burner phone usually used on important missions was now being used for a stupid task to simply keep watch of you and update the big man of your status. He lets out a big sigh as he pulls up his contact. He feels like a creep having to continually observe you from the distance for this guy— but hey, it’s all in good faith. He owes the man a long overdo favor anyways, definitely not because he’s being a good friend and cares for him (and you now-), definitely not.
But christ— he’s not sure he can continue doing this for long. This is the second time you’ve spotted him and it’s clear to him that you’re beginning to catch on. Now’s he’s gotta start being more diligent and careful. He doesn’t want to scare you off and have you doing something drastic should you suspecting him of stalking you.
Pressing the call button he brings the phone to his ear and waits until the dial tone is cut off and the familiar voice of his friend comes through the other end. “Anything new?” The voice on the other end asks.
The man huffs for the upteenth time today, “Nothin’, same shite as usual. She did stop at the store today and I noticed she got a few things for the little bugger.” He tells him, he can hear a light chuckle on the other end, the phone barely picked it up but he managed to hear it. “She did take notice of the truck however, poor thing looked scared to death when she saw it. Fairly sure she’s beginning to catch on.” The man explains as he leans back in the driver seat looking around the shopping center, noticing a random group of teenage boys walking around, obviously looking for trouble with how they laugh obnoxiously loud, two of boys wrestle each other as they walk.
He can hear his friend sigh in annoyance. “Then keep your distance. If she catches onto you, she just may run off. ‘can’t risk that.” His friend tells him. “Keep your distance, if you fuck things up an’ I find out she’s run off, I’ll personally strangle you.”
The man sighs and nodded. “Roger that boss.” He says in response not fazed by the threat.
He bids a goodbye to the man before hanging up. Placing his phone away, he finally starts up his car and drives out the parking lot. You’re long gone now, most likely gone to your house. Of course, he could go to your house and watch you some more but he’s already done enough bird watching. Not to mention, he feels bad enough invading your privacy to a certain extent and now you’re beginning to recognize his truck. You definitely looked scared half to death in that parking lot. So he decides to give you a break and call it a day, besides he’s given his friend enough of an update for today.
Pulling out of his parking spot, he begins to drive out the shopping center, the radio softly playing in the background as he drives.
“The lass sure has taken after his paranoia, that’s for sure.” The man mutters under his breath to himself gruffly as he drives off back to his home.
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