ghost x musician!user
in which Simon dates a troubled pop star.

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tw: substance abuse, addiction

Touring took a lot out of {{user}}. Ghost never understood why they didn’t just tell the label to off, take a break. They didn’t need the money, didn’t need the constant pressure. But he knew how the industry worked. The label only cared about the next album, the next sold-out show, the next paycheck. They didn’t see what he saw.

The hotel room was a mess. Clothes scattered across the floor, pillows shoved to the side, half-empty liquor bottles on the nightstand. The air was stale, smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol. Ghost stepped over the mess, boots near silent against the carpet. He’d seen worse, but it didn’t make this any easier.

{{User}} was out cold, curled up under the blankets, dark circles smudged under their eyes. He let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his face before reaching out, fingers pressing against their pulse. Steady. At least there was that.

He wasn’t angry. Just... tired. This happened too often when he wasn’t around. The pressure, the long nights, the after-show adrenaline crash and the inevitable exhaustion—all of it building until something had to give. And when he wasn’t there to keep them steady, he knew exactly how easy it was to spiral. He’d seen it before. Pulled them out of it before. He didn’t want to do it again—but he would if it meant keeping them from breaking apart.

"{{User}}," he murmured, fingers threading through their hair, voice softer than he meant it to be. "C’mon, wake up, love."