#thinking about that one msg from ghost

[lightgriffinsect]

they want to be friends but they don’t want to care about each other

[breannasfluff]

The doorbell rings, marking a customer, and Danny is jerked from his thoughts as he half-dozes on the counter.

“Hi, welcome.” Straightening up he brushes off his apron and gestures at the table. “Can I get you some water?”

The flat look he gets in return isn’t promising. “No. I need to talk to the boss in the back. Watch my daughter for a minute, would you? Brat keeps running off when I ain’t looking.”

“Ah…” Danny shifts, awkward, and glances around the empty room. 

Customer rolls his eyes and slouches out the door. Then he’s back, bell dinging cheerfully, with a girl’s arm in his hand. “Sit,” he tells the girl, shoving her into a chair. “Stay.”

She’s not a dog. Danny grits his teeth and thinks about the taser, behind the counter he was sitting at. She doesn’t look scared, just huffs and shakes chunky bangs out of one eye. 

Customer looks them both over again. “Talkin to the boss. Watch her.” With that, he vanishes back into the kitchen.

Danny looks at the girl. 

She stares back. “You know what this place is, right?”

“A Chinese restaurant?” he tries. 

The girl blows her bangs out of her face again. “MSG, sure. The good shit.”

“Language,” Danny snaps because she can’t be older than twelve. 

He gets a considering look. “You’re new to town, aren't cha? I’m DeeDee.”

“I’m Dan.” He’s not going to give out his full name, not here. “And what gave it away?”

DeeDee cackles, throwing her shoes up on the table. Danny grimaces at the motion. “You got this…shininess to you. Gotham hasn’t got its dirt in your cracks yet.”

Danny glances at the kitchen where her father went. “Are you…safe?”

“It’s Gotham, dipstick. Nothing’s safe here.” DeeDee reminds him of Ember. A younger, ruder version, maybe. “But Pops ain’t the worst. He’s not my real dad, but street kids don’t get a lot of choices, ya know? I help, he gives me a place to sleep.”

“You help…”

“With the MSG.” Her grin is all teeth. “Gotta keep it on the DL though, you hear? Not supposed to have kids involved.” It’s the first time her cocky manner fades. “Don’t wanna be out on the street again. It’s hard to find a gig. Too young for shit.”

Danny’s frown is going to be permanent if he keeps this up. DeeDee is just a kid, even if she’s had to grow up fast. She's only a few years younger than him when he started ghost-fighting. 

He tears off a scrap of paper and jots down a number before handing it over. “That’s for Tony’s Pizza. If you lose this gig, you call the number and say you want to talk to Dan, got it?”

DeeDee takes it with a sneer that looks forced. “I don’t need no charity.”

Danny just shrugs. “You don’t. But sometimes it’s nice to have the option.”

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[kxsagi]

idea!!! pov; ur nagis gf and hes gone to blue lock but you miss him lots😞😞 so???? you visit his apartment,, clean it a little and fall asleep in his bed

but nagi!!!!! he bought a day off from bllk (the 10 goals thing) to see you!!! but you were zzzz so you didnt answer his calls or msgs

he goes to his apartment and finds you asleep,, so he gets into bed w you and you turn over into his chest 😝😝 (such a cheesy idea BUT I LOVEEE)

“𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭”

a/n: do you think… if you were dating nagi… reo would get mad jealous

nagi doesn’t even check if the door’s locked when he gets back. he’s too tired to care, dragging his suitcase behind him with one hand and his phone in the other. seventeen missed calls. five messages left on read. you ghosted him. 

well, not really. you just weren’t answering. 

his head tips back with a sigh as he walks into the apartment. “guess she’s busy…” 

but something’s… different. 

the place doesn’t smell like stale chips anymore. the pile of laundry in the corner is missing. his prized gaming chair is no longer covered in snack crumbs and crumpled convenience store bags. he blinks slowly at his own apartment like it betrayed him. 

“eh… did someone break in and clean?” 

then he hears it. 

a soft little breath. the quiet shift of blankets. nagi turns his head. 

and there you are. 

fast asleep in his bed, face squished into his pillow, wearing one of his old shirts that’s way too big on you. your phone lies face-down on the nightstand. he can see the messages he sent you glowing faintly on the screen. 

sei 🎮

r u home 

hello 

i got the day off 

ten goals 

come see me 

…or i’ll come get u 

he blinks again. for a second, he just stands there, staring like his brain’s buffering. ten whole goals. he spent ten goals bargaining with ego for a day off, sprinted out of blue lock like a madman, and you were here the whole time. napping. like a little cat. 

“… seriously?” he mumbles, but there’s no bite to it. honestly, his heart feels like it might fall out of his chest. 

quietly, he sets his bag down and pads over. he hesitates for like 0.2 seconds before climbing into bed with you, careful not to wake you, until you shift in your sleep. 

and turn over right into his chest. 

your arm wraps around his waist, face pressing into his hoodie. you mumble his name, barely awake. “sei…” 

nagi freezes. 

and then? 

he melts. 

fully, completely, into a useless puddle of warmth and affection. his arms wrap around you before he even thinks about it, and he buries his face in your hair with a sleepy, quiet groan. “you didn’t answer my calls,” he mumbles. 

you blink up at him, still barely conscious. “you weren’t supposed to be home yet…” 

“used ten goals.” 

“… ten? sei, that’s too much.” 

“worth it.” he tugs you closer. “you cleaned my apartment. that’s love.” 

“i missed you.” 

“yeah,” he whispers, voice so soft it’s almost a sigh. “me too.” 

he doesn’t say anything else. just lies there holding you, pressing the occasional lazy kiss to your forehead, mumbling something about how he’s not going back to blue lock until they drag him away. 

(it takes approximately four hours and a threatening voice message from reo before he even considers moving.) 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n #2: baby nagi was the cutest kid i said what i said

[msilwrites]

Mama Bear's Short Solo Trip

Possessive! John Price, Possessive! Price, Retired! John Price. Implied Big Boss in SpecGru! John Price

Y/N had just landed overseas for a destination wedding, and John was already fretting. He didn’t outright forbid her from going—he couldn’t. After all, they didn’t live together yet, despite being engaged, and Y/N was a slippery little minx who always found ways to do exactly what she wanted.

John’s reluctance was clear from the moment she told him about the trip. “Why does it have to be overseas? Plenty of weddings happen here,” he’d grumbled. She only laughed, kissed his cheek, and promised to keep him updated.

The plan started smoothly enough. Y/N arrived at the hotel, checked in, and then wandered off to find a nearby restaurant. The place was cozy, the food was hearty, and the beer was exceptional. One pint turned into two, then three, and before she knew it, she’d lost count. It was only when she stumbled back into her hotel room later that night, belly full and cheeks flushed, that she connected to the Wi-Fi and her phone buzzed to life with a flood of notifications.

Among the messages, John’s stood out like a beacon:

- “Msg me when you reach your hotel.”

- “Hello?? Have you landed? Where are you??”

- “Are you sleeping in the street?! Or in a dumpster??!!"

- “Don’t make me start calling random hotels in the area.”

Y/N burst out laughing as she scrolled through his increasingly absurd attempts at getting her attention. She hit call without hesitation, still giggling when he picked up.

“Finally!” he barked, the relief in his voice almost drowning out his irritation. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

“Relax, Commander. I just got back to my room,” she replied playfully.

“Did you forget how to use your phone? Or did you think it’d be funny to send me into cardiac arrest?”

“Oh, come on,” she teased. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Not that bad?” he fired back. “I was two seconds away from calling a team and mobilizing a full operation to track down my slippery fiancée!!”

Y/N burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, you’re being ridiculous!���

“Ridiculous?” he scoffed. “Listen, love, you don’t understand. My best men were *ready*.”

She couldn’t resist teasing him. “Oh, come on, Price. What would you even say to the people at SpecGru? ‘Code red��my fiancée’s ghosted me for five hours, mobilize the crew!’”

“That’s *exactly* what I’d tell them!” he shot back.

“Uh-huh. And they’d just… *do* it?”

“Damn right they would,” he said, his grin practically audible. “Perks of being the boss, love.”

Y/N laughed harder. “You’re being so dramatic!”

“And you sound *high*,” he accused, concern creeping into his voice. “How much have you had?!”

She paused, pretending to think. “Uh… maybe eight pints?”

A long, ominous silence followed. Then, in a growl, he said, “That’s it. I’m booking a flight. Right now. Text me your location.”

“I’m a grown woman, Commander Price! And I’m fine!” she insisted, her tone softening. “I can hold my own liquor. I walked five minutes from the restaurant, I’m already in my room, and about to do my skincare routine!”

“You’re giving me a bloody heart attack, Y/N!” he grumbled, his voice full of mock exasperation.

Her tone shifted to playful teasing. “Admit it, you’re just mad I didn’t take you with me.”

“You love making me suffer, don’t you?” he muttered, though the warmth in his voice betrayed him.

“I love you too,” she said sweetly, a grin spreading across her face.

He sighed, disarmed by her teasing words, then muttered under his breath, “Now text me your room number and send proof you’re alive by tomorrow morning. Or I swear, SpecGru’s going to kick your hotel door down and drag you out. The whole team, in full tactical gear.”

Y/N burst into laughter. “Aye, Commander Price!!” she said, shaking her head in amusement as the call ended.

(P.S. was typing everything on my phone, hopefully it looks alright.)

Edit: Here is Part 2

[thesagedahlia]

‘The Person You’re Connected With’ ❤️‍🔥🌹Aquarius ♒️

DISCLAIMER: this reading is for entertainment purposes only & is meant to read Aquarius *personal* placements. Take what resonates, leave the rest. Use discernment for your own personal situation and exercise ‘free will’ at all times.

The person you’re connected with hasn’t appreciated you or the presence of the connection because they didn’t see it for what it was. They are realizing who you are to them and the value that you hold. The thought of you rejecting them is creating a lot of anxiety + they are seeing the situation as complicated. They took you + the connection for granted in the beginning & their impression/outlook on relationships is changing because of you. They think about you heavily, but may need to come to terms with their own ideation around the connection. They do want to bring balance back into the connection, but they will have to weigh their options and strategize their approach. they will need to get over the ending with you to want to make a love offer to build towards stability. Someone may need to look at a commitment issue. This person is willing to make major transformations in their life for you because you make them happy + they see themselves walking their life path with you. You may have triggered in awareness for this person and helped to heal their life philosophy + trigger and awakening within them. They have now become hyper-focused on things that come into their life to be beneficial, rather than to just take what’s given. This person may be confused on how to approach you at this time bc the change in this connection was sudden and unexpected, so they are now trying to gain awareness on what exactly they did to sabotage this.

🥀

✨ confirmation/channeled msgs ✨

Pluto (Scorpio), Uranus (Aquarius), 1st House (Mars, Aries), 111, ‘wrath’, ‘they want to speak’, ‘lust’, karmic situation, king/queen status, ‘rose-colored glasses’, evil eye 🧿, ‘hermit’, take time to rest, closing a door for an open one, ‘moth to a flame’, ‘love’, jealousy, ‘creep’ (sneaking around)

💭 “Could you overlook my past?”

💭 “There’s something I’ve been keeping from you.”

💭 “I had to leave.”

💭 “Did you ghost me?”

💭 “I’m coming back.”

💭 “I want to please you.”

💭 “Why did you leave me?”

💭 “I don’t know you anymore.”

💭 “Soon.”

💭 “I’m overthinking this situation.”

[baekhyunsbestie]

(cw s3xual)

Lisa, favorite girl out there, I need your help pls 😫😫 Ngl I’m feeling kinda hornie lately but like… I have 0 sex life rip… so what should I do at this point? I feel like I’m going insaaaneee

asking you bc I trust you and you always give great advice ❤️‍🔥 😉

nonnieeeeee my beloved, my dearest, my favorite lil freak in distress…

ok first of all, i love that i’ve somehow become the designated horny consultant. second, ur so real for this lmaaaaoooo 🙂‍↕️ so, ur out here suffering, feeling like a victorian child w a fever, and the streets (or your bed) are giving you nothing???? don’t worry ur ate lisa is here and she comes bearing solutions <333333333

⟢ first and probs the most important tip: taking matters into your own hands—literally

listen.... if ur not actively out here in these streets (or even if you are but just not getting to where ya need to go), it’s time to embrace the magic of self care!!!! ur hands, fingers, and battery powered besties exist!! so use them!!!!!! set the mood. put on some cute lingerie. light a candle, play a sexy lil playlist, romanticize the experience. and if ur already doing these things n still feeling like ur bout to lose it, maybe it’s time to switch things up—try new techniques, new angles, new… equipment. don't lose faith 😭😭😭😭 ur own hands and/or toys will never ghost you, disappoint you, or finish too soon.

also, i cannot stress this enough: knowing what you like is KEYYYY. before i ever did anything smutty irl, i consumed so much filth thinking i was prepared—and yet, when the time(s) came, i was the only one who wasn’t 😭

but if you master your own map before letting someone else try to navigate, u won’t waste as much of ur time fumbling around in the dark (literally and figuratively). instead of hoping someone magically gets it, you can just tell them exactly what works for you. and honestly??!?!?!?!? being a confident person who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to say it????? yeah, that’s hot as HELLLLLLL. fr i WISH someone had told me this before i ever started getting freaky w other people. could’ve saved myself from some extremely mid experiences. learn from my mistakes my lovie!!! invest in yourself :')

⟢ redirect the energy

ok so here’s the thing..... sexual frustration is basically just excess energy that your body doesn’t know what to do w. that’s why u see people suddenly become gym rats when they’re single!!!!

so if ur feeling like ur body is a pressure cooker about to explode, channel that energy elsewhere. go for a run, lift some weights, do pilates, yoga, or even just dance around your room. i promise, by the time ur done, you’ll either feel like a new person or be too exhausted to care.

and if physical activity isn’t ur thing, put that energy into something creative. write, paint, learn a new skill, or reorganize your entire closet. is this just a form of productive distraction???? yeah. absolutely. but trust meeeeee this works!!!!

⟢ dating apps (never tried them myself but literally everyone i know irl has, so here’s the consensus lmao)

if ur looking for actual interaction, dating apps are there. are they a lawless wasteland? absolutely. but are they also full of potential?????? ....yes. just keep these golden rules in mind:

be clear about what you want!!! casual fun? something meaningful? just someone to simp over you? state your intentions and move accordingly.

do not ignore red flags!!! if someone gives you the ick within the first three msgs, block n delete. ur time is too precious.

have fun with it :) worst case? you walk away with some chaotic stories. best case? you find exactly what ur looking for. either way it's a win-win.

⟢ flirt for fun (but wisely)

even if u have zero plans to date or hook up rn, just FLIRT!!!!! flirting is fun, it keeps you on ur toes, and honestly??? life is just way more entertaining when ur a flirt :��) you don’t have to actually pursue anything but a lil playful back-and-forth? sooo much fun omg scratches the itch w/o committing to anything serious.

no one to flirt with? flirt w ur friends!!!! be an absolute fuckn DOGGG to them lmaoooo it helps hype each other up, boost the confidence, and best part?? no risk of leading anyone on. amazing. spectacular. flirt with ur friends. now.

⟢ touch some grass (literally and figuratively)

sometimes, the horniness is just misplaced boredom, stress, or loneliness in disguise. when was the last time you went outside? have you seen the sun lately? have you gone out and reminded yourself that you are, in fact, a well-rounded human being w/ interests beyond yearning??????

step outside, go for a walk, get coffee with a friend or jsut sit on a park bench and people watch. remind urself that life is happening beyond the four walls of your room and the inside of ur head.

but most importantly, remember: your time will come!!!! until then, stay strong, stay hydrated, and may your dreams be rated r 💖💓💖💓💗💗💓💞💓💖

[p1nk-matter]

(hxh) PHANTOM TROUPE // KURTA CLAN theory

...debunking PT did it

So let me preface this by saying this was 100% inspired by a tiktok comment in a hxh phantom troupe's religious symbolism video back in 2021 (:/). The person who commented made such an impact I screenshotted their comments which unfortunately are not in correct order and messaged them this year (i just know they think im weird) but they never responded. I'd give their @ but its their government name (I take it) so msg me for deets. All credit goes to them as I'm just polishing and tidying these thoughts.

First op talks about Meteor City, a junkyard city inhabited by outcasts. People who live there do not exist on any official records and are treated horribly from the outside, people are taken from Meteor City for crimes, prostitution, slavery and no one's doing a thing to stop it. People go outside and face racism, like the one guy accused of a crime he didnt commit and when the truth is shown no one does anything (think op meant The Bum Incident, vol 11, Chapter 102). These people get no justice, they're just used and this is where the duality of Chrollo comes in, he is a demon to the outside world because he is challenging the gods but also a Jesus figure for the underprivileged Meteor City. Even his reverse St Peters Cross on his jacket means that he feels unworthy to be crucified in the same manner as Jesus. Thats his way of saying he doesnt see himself as worthy of savior. His priority is the Troupe so they can together be seen to the outside world, they are literally a troupe of phantoms, trying to be recognized. This is why when he asks Neon if she believes in ghosts and she says no, she is the oppressor that doesn't understand the one hurt.

If you read the story with this idea in mind you start to observe that the Troupe only attacks people hazardous for the City (mafia, ants) or when they want revenge for one of them killed so its weird they are presented in a positive almost heroic light. Only exception that sticks out to the story? Kurta massacre.

The og commenter wondered why it was that the Troupe was always presented in a positive light. We've known the Phantom Troupe does acts of good alongside the bad but we also haven't seen anything entirely "evil" commited by any of them yet. Most of the legends surrounding them are hearsay. And though they could have easily killed Gon and Killua, they don't, twice. Also, Uvogin when taken by mafia/Kurapika says if freed, they wouldn't hurt them as they are not the target.

Op comments on how narrative should be filtered as its being commented via Gon- a non objective source, they claim that the 1st arc feels like a kid show whereas chimera arc feels dark, thats not to say it is actually like that but as Gon's perspective changes so does the narration. At first when innocent people die, he doesnt really care but in chimera we need a narrator to explain as Gon is too biased at that point. Regarding the massacre we only have Kurapika's word but what we are being told/shown about the Troupe is different. The characters talk about the Kurta massacre, how horrible and brutal it was but the narrative is keen and favors the Troupe, it paints them in a favorable light and why should the narrative do that, they don't become better people like the Ants after all.

From the moment they appear on screen, the narrative wants us to see them as underprivileged, both in York New and in the ship, even when they're fighting in Meteor City, they're fighting for injustice or when somebody hurts them. Then why justify their actions everytime they appear on screen if they massacred the Kurta Clan? If they are responsible for this why make them the underprivileged representation? Both Kurta and Troupe says the op are ostracized by the outside and seen less from people.

Say they did it. 3 ideas were proposed as to why.

1. for the eyes (Chrollo likes the eyes, like Hisoka said but Hisoka is a liar and also Chrollo has never shown interest in the show for them. For someone who steals things he likes, why make an exception and murder here?)

2. for money (that's not correct, we are told multiple times they don't care about it, neither money nor fame, they want to be recognized by the world but how would that work by killing a clan that's been hidden for 100 years, they dont get anything out of it.)

3. for revenge: Revenge for what? Kurta are a peaceful clan that hide for years. We know the Troupe left a note that is the motto of Meteor City (I'm adding here what op referred to: "we reject no one so take nothing from us"). Op says note means they serve justice to their city, when someone takes things away from them so what did Kurta take? From the thematic and narrative point they are not set up to have done it, op thinks thats 100% intentional.

Like said above, BOTH have the thematic of oppression from the outside world, they are a commodity for the rich and powerful (gods) but why is Phantom Troupe put in the light of both, the oppressor and the oppressed? Why would an oppressed group oppress another one for NO good reason? The Troupe doesn't kill innocent people if not necessary, they do NOT care about money or fame and the revenge aspect doesnt work because the Kurta were isolated from the outside.

If we look back at the York New Arc they never state the massacre, they simply suggest it and of course from a Kurapika POV they are guilty but if you look again you have to ask..are they really?

☆

this took ages for me to coherently formulate and ik it goes back and forth but bless op's heart because it changed my perspective completely (more than any yt analysis found online) !

[theinternetisaweboflies]

Jägermeister

Chapter Seven: LOCCENT

PPDC-17-CN-10964842387 OPERATION KEEPSAKE HKS GSM AUDIO DEVICE #12 LOCCENT  TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT ORCON Classified by: MSG-DAMI-ISH Dated: 2025JAN22 Not Releasable to Foreign Nationals

#72: -empty. See? No one is using LOCCENT. Marshal Hansen doesn’t like the screens. He says it makes everyone’s pores too big. I believe he might have trypophobia. It makes a certain amount of sense, considering his history with holes. Although I suppose that would be true of us all. 

#13: Are you channeling Newt through the drift?

#72: Do not be absurd, Mr. Choi. I am simply trying to explain that if we make sure to keep these conversations exclusive to LOCCENT, we are less likely to be overheard again.

#44: No kidding. What was up with the Sec Gen? What’s he even doing here? I know I’m the new guy, but he never stopped by the Alaska Shatterdome, and it was a lot closer to home.

#72: Indeed, Ranger Becket. This is about more than some disciplinary hearing, mark my words.

#13: Now the conspiracy theories. I swear you’re ghost drifting with Newt. 

PAUSE

#44: Could we use that to find him?

#72: I’ve tried, of course, but with limited success. Perhaps the ghost drift has faded too much. We only drifted once, and it was so brief. Of course, distance could also be a factor. He could be anywhere by now.

PAUSE

#86: You felt the crash. 

#72: Yes, I felt his- his fear and pain. It disappeared after little more than a moment, and I- I had begun to assume the worst when it returned rather abruptly. I believe he’s asleep now. He’s dreaming of the hive mind again.

#44: He’s an active kidnap victim and he’s still dreaming about kaiju?

#72: Not the kaiju, Ranger Becket. Those responsible for them. The colonizing species we met in the drift. He thinks of them as the Precursors.

#44: The precursors to what?

#72: Everything.

PAUSE

#86: Don’t worry, Hermann Oji-chan. We will find him.

PAUSE

#72: There is so little information to go on. Lou is in surgery, and the driver couldn’t tell us much despite retaining consciousness during the abduction. The truck was an FAW Jiefang, which is one of the most common heavy vehicles in China. The license plates were falsified, and the men who took Newton were masked. I intend to spend the night combing through the threats from the kaiju cults for clues as to their current whereabouts.

#44: We may not have your skill when it comes to pattern analysis, Dr. Gottleib, but we’ll help you.

#13: I’ll bring the coffee.

#72: Thank you. I would greatly appreciate the assistance. There are quite a few established spiritual sects in Hong Kong, and even more unregistered groups, but Newton once spent a nine-hour plane ride describing them to me in excruciating detail, so we should at least have somewhere to start.

#13: I’m sorry, brother. This must be especially hard for you, considering…

PAUSE

#72: Considering what, Mr. Choi?

#13: You know, your relationship.

PAUSE

#72: As lab partners?

PAUSE

#13: You two- you didn’t get together on V-Day?

PAUSE

#72: Not that it would be anyone’s business but our own, but I do feel obliged to correct your misapprehension.

PAUSE

#13: Well, then it seems I collected on some bets a little prematurely.

PAUSE

#72: You were betting on my relationship with Newton?

#13: Me and most of the Shatterdome.

#44: Not me.

#13: That’s just ‘cause you’re the new guy, Raleigh.

PAUSE

#72: Mako-chan?

#86: I bet fifty dollars that you would get together by 2023. I’m sorry, Hermann Oji-chan.

#72: I see. Well, then, it sounds as though the betting pool is not yet closed?

PAUSE

#13: Are you saying-

#72: I’d like to place my own wager. One hundred dollars that Newton and I will get together once we’ve saved him.

#13: You know I usually don’t go against the odds, but just for you, I’ll take that bet.

...

@lastdaysofwar

[junjiie]

can i hv a little more about that mark murder plot.. :o

STOP IT WOULD BE SOOO i dont hv any concrete ideas they were js turning in my head like a washing machine.. but i will yap semi in depth for you now because im bored and may want to expand \(>o<)ﾉ 

semi-big apt complex.. someone’s just been pushed down the stairs or off the roof if we’re going crazy extreme. it’s not a particular big building but it is kinda fancy (ground floor is a lobby type fancy..) and everyone is SHADYYYYY like not strangers from hell crazy but they still have things they’re not telling anyone.

police wrap it up as an open-shut suicide but mark wld fs not believe a bar of it 😭 he’s close to the victim—as in, knows that they’ve got enough people in their bad books that would take it a step further and kill them. he starts subtly poking around, making excuses to try and get into the apt the victim lived in to try and find further evidence and asking questions as inconspicuously as he can at tenant meetings.

speaking of the tenant meetings.. GOSSIP GALOREE they are talking all kinds of shit ant the victim and making the wildest things up that he might even get a bit confused—like yes he doesn’t actually believe victim was killed by a ghost that they’d angered by moving into their old apt but still.. What if..

he starts to think he’s getting somewhere, maybe finds a phone wedged under their mattress and breaks open even more leads, talks to even more people who knew the victim, etc etc. he starts calling himself marklock in his head it’s so serious at this moment. until he finds something that makes him think he’s gone too deep—messages mentioning him. pictures, texts, notes, whatever. he knows they’re about him, and it scares him SHITLESS.

he’s no doubt been working with ( ) this whole time (mayb they also know the victim? started off as awks acquaintances but now they’re partners in crime-solving, or something) but this is when he cuts them off. he’s scared, he’s paranoid, and maybe this is all a ploy? maybe ( ) is who did it?? ( ) used to know where mark kept his spare door key, but now when they go to check he’s removed it. they carry on separated.

until mark goes even further, despite how scared he is, despite how he can’t take five steps down the street without looking over his shoulder, despite how he can’t say hello to the man in the lobby these days because he’s too paranoid, and finds exactly the same things to do with ( )—msgs, letters, etc. they might be next as well. and he’s just pushed them away, blocked their number, and sealed himself off. shit.

shit indeed!!!! shit fuck we’re really in it now!!!!!! he stews over it, still too stubborn to actually reach out, and stays digging. and finds even more on ( ). so much that it’s practically crystal clear the next body they’re finding at the bottom of the stairs or dead on the pavement is theirs. it’s past three in the morning when he makes this discovery, and he’s delirious as he books it out of his apt over to theirs. he knows where they keep their spare key, too—but the door’s already cracked open, and he’s fearing the worst, but tries to stay as silent as possible as he walks in and grabs a knife from the block as he goes. for protection.

which.. he’ll definitely need. walks into the living room with the window overlooking the city—the one he once loved to admire the view from, inbetween trying to solve the murder that got them there in the first place—to find ( ) being held against it, the culprit at their neck. he screams, ( ) screams, the culprit turns and it all really goes to shit. there’s yelling and he drops the knife or cuts himself and maybe ( ) too and it’s all just so dark—and then, the glass smashes. and it’s not him or ( ) that’s just fallen out of it.

it’s almost like a rerun of the months before. open-shut suicide, mark and ( ) putting on their best tearful performances and pretending they begged the culprit not to do it, but they just hadn’t listened. no one took any notice to the forgotten knife shoved under the sofa cushion, and they all just tried to move on.

the aftermath: mark and ( ) dump their phones, pack their things, and move the FUCK out of that apt complex! hopefully in the next there’s no murder, no secrets, and no need for spare keys—they live in the same flat, this time around.

[the1975attheirverybest]

i really wanna buy tickets to see them a second date on the 14th but idk whether to consult my mum or just buy two tickets and find someone to go with me 😭 help

or idk to just go by myself but i dont exactly fancy walking 20-30 minutes in the dark alone to get home

Omg please doooo!!! It would be so worth it! Even if you have to go alone!

I totally get what you mean. I went alone to msg night 1 and I was terrified of the trip home. Especially because I hadn’t gotten a chance to go to my sisters place before the show and drop off my suitcase. So I used one of those Apps that let you rent locker space at random places. Well, what they didn’t mention was that the locker was located INSIDE a weed store lmaooo. So it had a bunch of guys hovering by the door, likely stoned out of their minds, I was like istg if I die because of Matty I’m so going to haunt him as a ghost. BUTTT, it turns out that NYC at like 11 pm is not that different from NYC at 3 pm. People are in the streets going out and about doing their thing. Some stores and fast food chains were still open so there was adequate lighting. My walk to the station was about 20 min and it went okay. If London, being a major city, is anything like NYC, the. You should be totally safe. Obviously exercise caution and don’t like just rely on vibes, but I think you’ll feel safer than you imagine? Idk. But if you can go at all you really should. 🥹🥹

[minniepetals]

long msg (maybe?):

AHHHH so glad cmar is back 😭😭 been baking all day for family and cfriends so i wasnt able to see ur post abt its release AND when u released cmar💔 j so glad ur back and cmar is back🩷 cmar has me feeling so many emotions but ngl sometimes i also feel a little desensitized from reading sm angst in cmar😭(?)

alexander reminds me sm of my grandpa, he gives off such a warm vibe. A little prediction for alexander: i think hes the man standing behind karl ( hope m not wring and got the context clues right bc this would be v embarrassing rn😅) if oc acc kills karl right then and there or hurts him, alexander wouldnt say a thing and would have trusted him right there that he would do anything to her (if theres a plot twist and u acc make him hate oc i will be crying !!).

and if so !! i imagine oc going back to korea barely scathed and would take alexander’s adivce and get a dog. i would see her get a cutesy little puppy maybe to heal her inner child (like she gives in a little to her past self and lets go a bit j as alexander says) and absolutely adores her pup. THATS WOULD BE THE CUTEST THING EVER. but i also see her getting a big dog to keep her yk baddie energy through and through (but within the walls of her house or when no one looks she would probably baby her big pup).

I can see her abs loving her pup and probably going berserk on anyone who would harm her pup. u would prob do smthing like kill her pup off j to make us feel smthing.. and she would 100% go on a rampage after finding put who killed her pup🫡

and ofc this wouldnt be a cmar ask w/o tellings u that i hope the boys and oc makes up in the future. doesnt have to be soon or anyt i still have the urge to choke the cmar tannies (j a little). AND i hope they find put abt mc soon and go through abs hell as everything unfolds infront of them little by little. THE GUILT THAT I WANT THEM TO FEEL. yk. i acc imagine them finding everything out through a risky mission through their inears or smthing but idkidk its all up to beloved author (u, ily.)

if any of this. ur acc planning to write m sorry ill stop talking mb.

but on that note !! hope ur doing the best !! hope u feel amazing !! i want to tell u that ive probably read everytimg on ur masterlist alrdy and have repeatedly gone over “a thousand springs” and cried everytime.. i also abs miss ur drabbles ahuhu. but ur health and happiness is what matters most !! take ur time writing !! we wuv u (*˙˘˙)♡

okay i'd like to first point out that the man "standing" behind karl is not alexander but actually y/n's father oop-

"It feels like being in the presence of your father all over again, in the face of danger, of a manipulator, of a gaslighter, of an abuser. He returns hard and so vividly in the form of anger, in the form of a ghost, a spirit whom you see standing right behind Karl. He stands as still as ever, hands held behind his back, simply watching."

to explain, it's basically y/n hallucinating her father being there in front of her again the moment karl laid his hand on her.

will she kill him? will she not? i mean either way, he's dying so... 🫢

also the idea about her getting a pet sounds good lmao. i even thought about it while writing but suffice to say, we won't be introducing another animal character into the mix. the idea is really nice tho, like i just imagine her getting a big black dog who looks menacing, kinda like the way y/n in until the last star falls had cerberus (though in the of kai lmao). BUUT, when you think about it, her "guard dogs" are basically the reapers and i don't really feel like adding another concept into cmar's complicated character building lmao.

also you're getting some one-on-one with jk next chapter who yay for that 🥳

[heyeun-recyclebin]

It’s only 4:35am?? Thanks to daylight savings 🙄 I hate it sooo muchhh! let’s get rid of it please?? Lol

I’ve been turning on my mini lamp to protect my eyes in the dark when I use my phone lately :)

I actually woke up to use the bathroom but more than all…I had a dream about this friend…we somehow got reconnected and started talking again..it felt nice 😢 I hope to hear from him soon…

It has been a few yrs since we stopped talking..I don’t know what exactly happened but he just one day decided to ghost me 😓

The only thing that I may have done wrong is..

I was on a voice call with him on discord (he initiated the call) then one of my close friends called me on Facebook …

As soon as I saw my other friend calling me on Facebook I felt bad to just end the conversation with him..(we were talking for more than 2hrs) and honestly…I was experiencing my social battery 🪫 so I gave him a white lie that my mom needs me and that I need to go.

I swear I ended the call. I swear I heard the call end.

I answered my close friends call and kinda vented that “my social battery was draining, I gave him an excuse to end the call…such as I need to go help my mom and stuff….” something like that from what I remember 🤔

While talking to my close friend I noticed my discord and saw that I was still in the voice room?!

I panicked and X’ed out the window but I know that discord voice room doesn’t completely end unless the other person leaves the room…I know I left the voice room 😓 I swear I heard the disconnected sound 😭

But I’m assuming…I possibly hadn’t and he heard me say those things…

because I didn’t hear from him since that night…I sent him multiple msgs that night and the following day but they all had been ignored…🫠 he never blocked me or unfriended me though to this day…we are friends in other channels like Facebook, instagram, etc. I recently reached out to him with an apology again but nope, he hasn’t responded back so I’m thinking…

alright…I sincerely apologized many times in the past years and if you don’t want to accept my apology…then that’s up to you.

I can’t force or demand anyone you know?

However, I think depending on the situation…everyone has their own healing process and I suppose he isn’t ready yet or just don’t care for it lol

I just believe that when someone reaches out and tries to work on something you should be mature enough to at least listen and express yourself.

Reconciliation is crucial and we all make mistakes because we’re imperfect human beings. Forgiveness is essential in our lives.

I am not saying that I didn’t make a mistake but everyone deserves a second chance. (Not in every situation lol)

But yeah…I had a dream about him and I wish this happens in real life soon 🤔

I’m gonna try to get some sleep now 😴

Goodnight

[sorryimananti-romantic]

ahahah i havent moved *yet* (prolly when skl closes) and yes im the one who wrote the thingy titled desperate remedies (ironic considering my situation here ☹)

context: like a week ago we were chatting as we have since 2022 (we've been seperated since 2017 but recently got in touch), when all of a sudden she disappears. this sometimes happens, and it generally lasts for like a day or 2 b4 shes back to normal (normal as in actually putting an effort to converse). but this past week, she's gotten so distant, and its never happened b4 ☹

i went to my brother about it like 2 days ago n he said sth like know your worth and if she doesnt want to put an effort into speaking with you, stop expecting her to. and then more stuff before ending it with "a tip for the future: dont get too attatched to people. i know its a bit too late to say this now, but keep it in mind later on in life" when i tell u that was the biggest reality check ive gotten like damnnn sir yes sir why didnt i let bro cook earlier 🗣🗣🔥🔥

so today in a lighthearted manner i confronted her abt it

"hi. you havent been thinking about me enough to send a message 🤨. not even a "hi" or "good morning pooks" or "how are you" 😞😞😞" (i didnt actually put full stops, these were all seperate messages)

and yk what she replied with?

"HEYY. wasnt active on snap lil bro🙏" fym wasnt active bro the only reason i even downloaded snap was so i could talk to her and she thinks this is a valid excuse? "wasnt active" is a valid excuse to practically ghost your BEST friend of basically 15 years? damn

i sent a bunch of messages (most definitely NOT casually bc icba to be polite after she pulled that shit) telling her abt my feelings on the matter. she hasnt seen them yet, and idk if i should delete them or wait for her to see it

help meeeeememememememe ☹☹

your bro knows whats up 🗣🗣

hmmmm best friend of 15 years but you've been separated since 2017, i think it's normal to have gaps in communication bc you can't talk to the same ppl every single day unless you really really get along (the only ppl i talk to on a regular basis are all internet friends and that prob says sth about me too lmao)

but your bro is right- it does feel like both the case of 'you're too attached' and 'no effort from that friend'. since you've already sent msgs telling her about your feelings, i think it will be clear to you now about what she wants and then you can make decision about what to do next accordingly? kjfhgjkdhg

i think if she wants to save this friendship she'll be clear about her feelings on this matter and maybe you'll both find a middle ground about how you're going to navigate in the future. good luck <3

[bisluthq]

Need some advice queen, since you’re the best at it.

So I had this mild thing with somebody, whatever. We both like each other, blah, blah. They were pretty wild for me too, mind you, once upon a time. We’re in different cities tho, up until I move (so it’s a couple hrs).

Anyways, I was in their city for a week but couldn’t meet up with them, and they decided to talk about how they want to “rip off my shirt” and just sexual talk, whatever.

Shortly after me telling them I’m unable to, until x date (few months), they said they would wait. Then I noticed their demeanour changed, leaving me on read if I get flirty, etc, OBVIOUSLY they got a girlfriend.

NOW I notice they tend to watch all my Snap stories, which (most will argue it means nothing) but my intuition tells me it does mean something.

So I stopped sending them snaps for a week, they stop sending me snaps for a week, I haven’t bugged them. Then I decided to delete them after I saw some push-pull manipulative method bragging on Tik Tok.

After deleting them, this confirms my suspicions they’re watching me, because I haven’t sent them anything. Which means they’re constantly checking my profile, and or Snap score. That’s how they knew I deleted them.

I then get an angry msg from them, saying I confuse them, they’re upset with me cause I told them they’ll forget me, blah, blah I felt bad so I just BS’d them saying I did it while drunk, and not out of malice.

They got happy again, and then send me a pic flexing their Mercedes Benz (mind you they use to drive a diff car but they see me in the Benz, now suddenly they have one?) And then saying they’re going to THEIR girlfriends house.

Now I feel so fucking icky, because I flirted with them weeks ago, and they didn’t mention the gf (just my intuition) they never post her so idk.

But like why stalk me? ESP when they have a girlfriend I don’t … Get it? What do I do? Ghost?

I think the best thing to do is send them a polite message saying “listen, I don’t feel comfortable with our dynamic now that you have a gf. I’m also not sure I want to be friends for now because of the past history/the dynamic we’ve got going on. Best of luck with your relationship! Hopefully after this settles down a bit, we can all meet up when I move there in a couple months and be friends :) for now though I’d prefer no more contact. I’ll let you know when I’m in [their city]. Thanks!” That’s transparent and honest. It’s not accusatory. It’s just setting a super healthy boundary, reminding them of their gf and their responsibilities to her, and saying you don’t want to be part of any untoward shenanigans. And then if they keep messaging after that like yeah ghost them. But say something like that first (in your own words obviously) just to explain what’s going on on your end and also to have the power tbh and like not play games because that’s just gonna be a mindfuck for everyone and eventually pretty inevitably lead to drama and hurt feelings. The gf might not be around by the time you move there, you don’t actually have the be friends with any of them, but this way you’re being positive and constructive rather than yk confusing which is what they’ve already accused you of being. And like they’re very confusing themselves but maybe also confused so just unconfuse this whole situation with a dose of transparency.

[jiyansthesis]

NOT A ROOKIE ☆ ANYMORE

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

x fem reader

summary: it's been a few years, and you've quickly made it up the ranks with your craftmanship and sheer skill when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and guns. when you get put on a new mission, you never guessed who would be there to save you

note: part 2!! honestly some people wanted to know when pt.2 came out, so should i make a taglist for my ghost fics? just comment or msg me if you want me to put you on it! i don't really like this i feel like it's so rushed or something?? idk it doesn't click. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A KISSING SCENE PLEASE B NICE

tw: brief mention of non-con (but does not happen to any character in past or during this ff)

pt.1 // not proofread

☆☆.

shadow.

shadows can be your greatest fear, not knowing what lies in the darkness ahead of you. an enemy, or is it your mind playing tricks on you?

it can also be a safe haven, a refuge from the blistering sun, or other things.

but that can simply be a facade, a trap for others to fall into.

using the shadows to your advantage can be lethal. being quiet, deliberate in your actions as you sneak up behind someone and take them out without causing alarm.

when harnessed correctly, shadows can be your greatest weapon.

. .

"i've got him in my sights. ready when you are." you said, staring at the back of your target's head through your scope.

you waited for confirmation, but no response came.

"captain?" you spoke, even momentarily taking your eyes off the man who isn't aware of what's about to be his untimely demise to inspect your radio.

"fuck." you wouldn't shoot without orders, having learned your lesson way back, during the mission right after you met ghost. that mission also led you to be called shadow.

you heard a crackle, and what you could make out to be, "go."

you immediately put your finger on the trigger, realigning your gun, and once you were ready, you let out a deep exhale and added pressure, the recoil always making you blink against your will. you watched as the man almost immediately slumped over.

"target down." you began packing up your gear and gun, trying to get to the rendezvous before anyone came to check out the noise.

"shadow. shadow, can you hear me? shadow, how copy?" you heard.

"captain? what's wrong?" you asked, already going down the stairs of the building, sprinting.

"did you shoot?" price sounded slightly worried.

"yes. didn't you give me the affirmative?" did you mishear him? fuck, the only reason why he wouldn't want you to shoot was probably because you shot the wrong target. "don't fucking tell me i shot the wrong person."

"no, you got the right one alright. i just need you to watch out. turns out a lot of people have already found out about your little assassination. they were ready for it. be careful making your way back. i've got a little surprise waiting for you here."

"a prize? you finally rewarding me for my hard work?" you chuckled, now on even higher alert for soldiers coming at you.

"honestly, it's up to you if you think if it's a prize."

"is it a medal? i fucking hate medals. the fuck am i gonna do with them?" you scowled, the balaclava you had on shifting as your nose scrunched up.

"nah, you might actually like this. just get here safe."

"i'm looking forward to this, price. don't disappoint me. or i'll make sure you won't touch another cigarette in your life." you grinned as you stuck to the darker areas, trying your best not to be seen by coincidence.

you paused, hearing loud footsteps. you could tell that it wasn't only one person, but multiple.

"fuck," you whispered under your breath. you took out your knife and strapped your gun onto yourself, ready to do some close combat.

you saw them turn the corner, seeing three men, all armed with guns. there was no way you were going to be able to take them all down, but you can hope that they wouldn't notice you.

you pulled your balaclava down even more on instinct, waiting for one of them to sound the alarm and shoot.

you stayed close to the wall, thankful for the shadows that were keeping you from their line of sight.

two of the men split off, turning left before they could make it to you, but one kept making his way over. as soon as he made it in arm's length to you, you quickly covered his mouth and lodge your knife into his throat, watching as he struggled.

"sorry man, i just had to." you frowned as you let him go to eventually die on the floor, retrieving your knife.

you continued on, realizing that the other two had went the way that you had to go. there was no other route that you could go on.

"fucking hell," you grabbed your gun again, ready to fire before the duo could notice you.

you followed them, and sooner or later you caught up. they kept walking, deep in conversation. letting out two quick shots, they had no time to react.

"that was unfair, wasn't it?" you said to yourself. as you made your way around the bodies, trying to get as far as possible before another group came along.

sadly enough, you couldn't get far enough before another trio intercepted your path, also all armed with guns.

you quickly raised your arms up. how the fuck were you getting out of this one?

"what are you doing here?" one of the men said, and you realized that you were far enough way from everyone you've killed for them to even known what you've done. maybe you could play off being one of them, but that would be very hard considering the fact your gear was so much different from theirs.

you looked at him questioningly as if you couldn't understand him, simply letting out a "huh?"

the trio looked at each other, then back at you. you weren't tricking anyone with the tactical gear you had on and gun in hand.

"come with us," one of them smirked. this fucking can't be good.

you knew you were outnumbered, especially with all of them having guns. there was no way you were going to be able to run away or get past killing one of them before you got shot down.

you nodded hesitantly, and the three huddled around you, one of them holding a metal barrel to your head. you could feel it through the fabric, and you began sweating. this was the closest to death you've ever been, and one wrong move could be the last move you would ever make.

they led you away from the bodies, and closer to where you were originally going to go, thankfully, and you made it to a big house, in better shape than all the other house around.

a cloth quickly made its way over your eyes, and someone pushed you to the floor, tying your legs together, but for some reason not tying your hands together, when that's the most useful thing you could have in this situation. you felt the weight of your gun being taken off your body and be set somewhere else.

"just wait a moment sweetheart, someone will be here to talk to you. they'll be so happy to see you," you could hear that guy smirk. when you got out of this situation, you would make sure you pinned his fucking balls to the wall.

you could feel their presence leave the room, and you went straight to your radio.

"price, you there?" you lowered your voice, not knowing when they could come back.

"shadow, where are you? you should've made it back by now." price responded.

"i've been captured. i'm in some big house, in better shape than all the houses around. it's not that far from the rv point. it's on the route i was taking."

"fucking hell. how many are there? you hurt?"

"i don't know. there was three men bringing me in, said they were going to go get someone. i haven't been hurt- yet." you heard a door open and slam shut, followed by what you guessed was four people.

"look who we have here. ain't you a pretty one, darling?" you made sure to take your hand off the transmission button after he spoke, so price wouldn't respond and get your radio taken away or even worse, cause you to be moved to a different building.

that must be the guy they retrieved, but what the fuck was he going to do with you. you stayed silent.

"not talkative, huh? been a while since i saw someone as cute as you walking around." you felt a force lift your chin up.

you knew that if you did anything too rash, they would shoot you. it's obvious they don't want you for any intel, so that means you're easily disposable.

"i've been looking for a sweet little girlie like you. wonder what you can do." he released you, and said. "why's her hands not tied?"

"didn't have enough rope, sir. you'll already have her tied up in that bed of yours anyways."

they all burst out in laughter and you frowned in disgust. that's what they were doing? you decided to try and get up, placing your hands on the floor to drag yourself upright, when something sharp pressed against your neck. ironic to be threatened in the same way that you killed one of their men.

"don't try anything." the guy you assumed was their superior crooned into your ear, making you shiver. and not in a good way.

sticking to not speaking, you nodded, and the blade's pressure disappeared from your neck.

"good girl," they praised, but you cringed inwardly. you would've smiled hearing that come from anyone else's mouth, especially a certain someone. a certain someone you wished could come save your ass already, but you haven't seen them in years.

simon really was a ghost. you let out a chuckle at your own thoughts.

"something funny?" another person questioned. you shook your head quickly.

"leave her here. and go get some more rope, you think some rope around her legs are going to stop here from leaving? fucking idiots."

you laid the side of your head down on the ground, and slowly began lifting up the blindfold around your eyes.

you heard the scrape of a chair, and then the guy, who you were going to call, "the boss", sat down with a sigh.

"who do you work for?" he asked. "nevermind, that's a stupid question. i bet you're with those fucking assholes who killed our leader."

you smirked a little. little did he know you were said asshole who killed him.

"fuck this. those bastards can't find anything even if it was up their ass." you could hear the rustle of clothes as he stood up and felt him grip your wrist.

"what the fuck are you doing?" you spat. you could take him on in a fight as long as no one walked in with a weapon.

"the only reason why you're still alive babe, is beca-" he was cut off by the sound of yelling and gunshots.

"is that your fucking friends?" you heard him growl.

you shrugged. "probably," you cheerily agreed as you grabbed onto his hand that was on your wrist and twisted it as hard as you could, causing him to yelp in pain.

he let go of you and you grabbed your knife, not needing to see where it was due to memory, and quickly cut through the ropes around your ankles, standing up before the boss tackled you, pinning you to the floor.

you didn't need to see to quickly flip him over, trained in being able to overpower even the strongest person. you brought your legs over his back and used your weight and his momentum to make you the one on top. you didn't know if he still had his knife on him, and didn't take any chances. you brought your blade down on his leg, and he howled.

taking this chance, you ripped the blindfold off and made eye contact with the person in front you, some ragged looking person who could be in his late 30s.

"disgusting." you spat as he held his leg, tears streaming down his face. you saw no weapon on him, and you weren't going to wait around for someone else to come along and attack you.

you got up, getting rope and tying his wrists together, doing what he and his men didn't do to you, and you knew he wasn't going to be walking anywhere anytime soon. you put the blindfold around his mouth and held a finger up to your lips.

"you should be more fucking quiet like a good boy." you stood up, running out the room with your gun to the commotion coming from the front of the house.

peering out from a corner to make sure you weren't going to run out into a bunch of bullets, you saw a familiar man with a mask, and four men on the floor, one in the grasp of who you never expected to see.

"nice to see you're alive, rookie." ghost said as the man he carried crumpled to the ground.

"rookie?" you raised an eyebrow, only to realize he couldn't see you do that since half of your face was covered.

"got a mask of your own?" he walked up to you, and he still had so much height over you, looking down at you as you looked up.

"personally, i think mine is much cooler. it looks better on me." you laughed.

"shadow, you there?"

"nice call sign, shadow," ghost let the name roll of his tongue and your cheeks heated up.

pressing a button, you responded.

"i'm here, price. is this your little surprise?"

"couldn't stop him from going. he was eager to retrieve you."

you shot a questioning look at simon, who wasn't looking at you anymore, but instead looking if anyone else was in the house.

"what are you even doing here?" you asked ghost.

"well, i came to help you guys find someone for your next mission, but i think you already found him," he pointed behind you, and you turned to see the piece of shit crawling over to the two of you. how he even made it this far was beyond you, using his soldiers to propel himself forward.

"this fucking bitch?" you scoffed.

"i see the two of you already met," he noted the stab wound in the man's leg and the rope around his wrists.

"you wouldn't believe what he wanted to do with me."

ghost narrowed his eyes.

"he wanted to do something with you?"

"how else do you think i'm alive right now?"

"sheer will. i heard you've gotten good at close combat." ghost went over to the man and crouched over, and the guy looked up in terror.

"what the fuck should we do with you?" he hummed.

"do we have to bring him back alive?" you asked. you would not hesitate to lift your gun and shoot him.

ghost didn't respond, instead going back over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder that made you jump in surprise. the last time you were this close was when he was taking debris out your arm on that first mission.

"do whatever you want. we don't need him."

you grinned. "yes, lieutenant."

☆☆.

you were happy to be back on the base. that was probably the biggest stroke of luck you've ever had, being captured by the stupidest enemies you've ever seen, and by so few of them being at the house with you.

price was happy to see you back, and presented the prize you already knew about.

"aren't you happy to see ghost?"

"beyond elated. i'm currently pissing my pants of joy right now." the sentence might've sounded sarcastic, but you broke out into a huge smile.

looking over at ghost, you saw his eyes had a glimmer of amusement in them.

"i'll be in the other room. come over if you need me,"

you took off your balaclava and tactical vest and weapons as soon as you got in the room, sitting down on the cot. as soon as you swung your legs up and laid down to take a short nap, a rapid series of knocks sounded at the door.

you groaned, going over to open it to reveal ghost.

"simon?"

"can i come in?" he said gruffly.

you gestured for him to make his way in, and you shut the door.

"anything you want, lieutenant?" you emphasized his rank, still remembering the first time the two of you met.

"you ever gonna show me some respect, shadow?"

you held a hand to your heart, letting out a dramatic gasp. "me? not showing you respect? let me apologize."

you could see his eyes roll.

"since you seem like you were going to take a nap, i want to do some close combat with you. need to see how good you got since you were a rookie." it sounded less of an invitation and more of a demand.

"you asking me as a superior or am i allowed to decline?" you put your hands on your hips, tilting your head.

"are you really going to say no?"

"absolutely not. anything to fucking beat your ass."

☆☆.

the two of you were lying on the floor, and you were sweating. hard.

"thought you were better with guns, simon." you exhaled.

"thought you were better at hand-to-hand combat," he retorted.

you glared at him. "i will pulverize your ass."

he didn't reply, and you took the chance to get up and make him get up also.

"one more. whoever wins gets bragging rights."

"bragging rights?" he questioned, but you already began throwing punches and attempting to get him to fall.

he blocked majority of them, but you didn't let him have a chance to get offensive, instead opting to simply go for his waist and push him to the floor, with you attached. this led to you bear hugging his waist, your face in his chest.

you accidentally took a huge inhale through your nose, and you could smell him. he smelled like gunpowder, dust, and. . . wood?

"are you fucking sniffing me, y/n?"

"well, i'm fucking breathing, aren't i?" you could feel him attempt to flip you over but you kept yourself grounded.

"fucking christ. check where your legs are at." ghost groaned, and you peered down to see your leg against. . .

"holy shit, i'm so fucking sorry," ghost took this opportunity to successfully flip you over, and now you were pinned down again. for the second time today, too.

the space between you too was so small, and you could feel his body pressing on yours. your breathing sped up at the distance.

you've been infatuated with the masked man ever since you met him, never being able to forget those moments you had with him. those times you got to work with him, which was barely, had you cherishing those memories of him.

price obviously caught on, which was why he was calling ghost a prize. a prize you were happy to get today.

ghost could tell the look on your face with your half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

he leaned even closer.

"something wrong?" you could hear the smirk.

"fuck off," you turned your face to the side.

"look at me." you immediately went back to glare at him, but you couldn't with how close you were. "i asked you a question."

"nothing's wrong, ghost."

"so if i checked your heartbeat, it would be normal?"

"you trying to touch me, lieutenant?"

"so what if i am?" you had no response to that, opening and closing your mouth, trying to find the words to represent how you were feeling.

the two of you stayed in silence, just like usual, until you broke it.

"can i kiss you?" you murmured.

"close your eyes." you did as he said, and heard the sound of his mask being pulled up, followed by the feeling of his lips pressing against yours. he didn't let go off you wrists, leaving you to have to lean forward to return the kiss.

you kissed as if you had been thinking about this for years, which you had, and he kissed as if this was something that his life depended on. something that he's needed and has been craving desperately.

you never opened your eyes, waiting for the moment he decides to show you himself on his own terms. besides, doesn't it add to the mystery?

he pulled away much quicker than you wanted him to, pouting. you heard him as he slipped his mask back on and told you to open your eyes.

"sorry gorgeous. remember, i'm too pretty to be showing you my face. might dazzle you too much."

you laughed.

"i'm always ready to be dazzled by you, simon. you've dazzled me since the moment we met."

"oh really? you like it when guys insult you?"

"makes me feel like i've done something." you accepted the hand he held out to help you up as he stood.

"definitely have done something to me," he spoke to himself.

you grinned. seems like you both can dazzle people.

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i absolutely despise this. i apologize sm

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I may or may not have read a Star Wars fanfic that had Ezra/Vah'nya as a side pairing and at first i was like "lol can you imagine?" and then i imagined it and now i cant stop thinking about it

AND THERE ARE 5 WORKS OF IT ON AO3 AND NO FANART

I cant write for shit but i had to fix that second one…

This is of course with the scenario of Ezra and Thrawn being space castaways and its the ascendency that finds them in outer space.

I kinda imagine is as Kanera jr where for Ezra is love at first sound sight but Vah'nya is already 100% dedicated to the alliance ascendancy but its obvious she likes him too.

And now Ezra is conflicted between returning to his family or helping the ascendancy (for his new gf sure but also cuz he's a Jedi and is his duty to help those in need or whatever)

And then when Ezra gets reunited with the ghost crew, Vah'nya is happy for him but kinda sad that she didn't get to tell him everything she fell and now it's to late (a kinda you dont know what you have until you lose it)

And maybe they receive advice from Hera because she also didn't tell Kanan that she love him before it was too late

And then Ezra decides to go back to the ascendency because he thinks he can help more with the ascendency, since the alliance already won and his family is alright and a friend need not be kept either within sight or within reach and all that

Also i read that some people think that Vah'nya might be thrawn's niece and that would make everything ten times funnier

Anyway, i cant wait for the Ahsoka show to sink my non-existent ship and thank you for coming to my ted talk

(For anyone interested the fic is Msg. No. 57 by plotholes_ahead on ao3. Its a thranto fic and I havent read it in some time but there is a scene were Ezra and Vah'nya are dancing and its the cutest)