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[ghostgirlgeist]

𝒫𝒽𝓎𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈,

𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚕-𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢!

💕✒️ 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇!

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closed starter: @hauntcdvows !! location: the graveyard

andy's magic had worn off, and the ghost was back in her phantom form, and whilst she was counting the days until she could touch the earth she had walked upon for only a brief period of time... she found herself reconnecting with her phantom-hood in a way she hadn't before. where the was once a beating heart now lied empty and dormant, and the blonde felt light as a feather without any bones or organs or gravity to hold her down... but as she floated above the graves, reading each name, wondering if any of them could speak to her phyllis couldn't help but feel sad. knowing what lied beneath the dirt, wondering who they were and what they experienced. how and who they loved. the graveyard had almost become a place of refuge, where she could quietly float amongst the dead and assure them she knew what it felt like — at least, she did now. looking up, phyllis noticed a man in the distance, seeming to be staring at her. phyllis's brows scrunched, and she narrowed her eyes to squint at him; he couldn't see her right ?? unless... unless he could see the dead but, phyllis hadn't met any humans that could do that. so, she said nothing, sinking beneath the headstone of a grave and begging the resting soul to keep her hidden from him— whoever he was.

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she hadn't been expecting him to say it back — hell, she hadn't expected herself to say it in the first place. maybe it was the euphoria of getting to feel the quickening of a heartbeat, to touch the skin of the person you were so deeply infatuated with and feel the warmth of their skin under your fingertips. a lifetime of unknowns answered in a matter of seconds... how could one feel anything but love ?? she panicked when stitch had initially drawn back, eyes wide and a bit worried as the silence that fell between them became palpable. phyllis's body was warm and pulsing in ways she had never experienced, and her teeth raked her lower lip as his eyes found his, panic swelling in her chest, his touch feeling suddenly heavy... but then he said it back. over and over again, between peppering of affection that had her giggling ghoulishly, fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt at the back of his neck. she couldn't bring herself to speak, fearing she would let out some incredibly uncalled emotion or burst into hysterics, thankful that the alien had drawn her back in and kissed her before the opportunity to ruin the moment could even rise to the surface.

phyllis poured everything she had into him this time, a newfound confidence from the affirmation that he did, in fact, love her too. maybe they were being wild, moving too fast, but months of pouring light into one another's lives had no other option but to lead them to right here. right now. the blonde sighed into his embrace, a hitched breath sounding from her throat as his lips ventured away from her mouth and moved across the uncharted terrain of her throat, wondering if he could feel the way her heart was pulsing beneath her skin. SKIN. oh, what a wonder it was to have skin that was so responsive to the touch of someone else. a shudder ran up her spine at the feeling of his teeth gently craving the crook of her neck, fingers mindlessly tightening their hold on the fabric of his shirt as her body tried to find some impossible way to be even closer to his than it already was. at stitch's question, phyllis released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, her head limply nodding as her lids suddenly felt heavy, falling shut. ❛ y-yeah, ❜ was all she managed, her mouth suddenly try and her throat bobbing as she swallowed, a foreign buzz plaguing every fiber of her entire being. ❛ — it's more than okay. ❜

stitch had to stop for a second, pull away to really look at her. he hadn't heard her right, had he? here was this beautiful, gorgeous, warm-hearted ghoul looking at him like he was more than a mistake and he just...didn't feel even a little bit worthy of it. he held her so tight to him, breathing hard as he tried to gather himself together for a moment before he fucked everything up. he wanted to make sure that she saw him, really saw him, when he uttered those words back to her. he looked deeply into her eyes, giving her the shyest smile he has ever probably given her. "i love you too, phyllis. i...i fucking love you!" he pressed a kiss to her lips again. "i love you," he pressed another kiss. "i love you." he did. he loved this girl and even though that scared the shit out of him, even if he was moving too fast, it didn't change that at all.

he pressed her body as close to his as he could when he kissed her again, the movement harsh but his lips soft. he took his time kissing her, taking her in, loving her. after a moment of just enjoying her existence he let his lips travel, moving them to her neck, being so gentle in a way he never thought he could be. he just wanted to appreciate her, make her feel good, and do all he could to make sure she knew she was going to be loved for as long as his hearts beat. teeth grazing the crook of her neck softly, he looked up at her with adoration. "is this okay?" he mumbled against her skin.

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phyllis could see the relief in his features, how the muscles in their face relieved themselves of tension upon seeing that not only had it worked, but she was alright. phyllis was more than alright. her body held a weight she had never experienced before, and it felt like there were weights around her ankles keeping her grounded. her other arm moved to clutch his forearm, wishing for more stability as she gained her bearings, swallowing hard in a throat that now needed to be lubricated. she laughed hoarsely at his comment, dropping her gaze to shake her head, feeling strands of her hair clinging to her cheeks — to tears that were making her skin sting.

welcome to humanity. a shift in her expression made her brows furrow, lips pressed together as nausea swelled in her stomach. she was overwhelmed, overstimulated, and her mind was beginning to spin with concern. ❛ how... how long will it last ?? ❜ she inquired, looking back up, dread and hopefulness working harmoniously to glaze her eyes as they found andy's. her grip on him tightened, breathing deeply through her nose to steady her pounding her heart. ❛ how long do i have ?? ❜

andy could see all the little things that made her so different than she had been previously, so human. it was so strange to see someone change in such a way almost like a moment filled of magic. all the emotions that flowed inside of him were confusing but reassuring in a way. as she changed on the exterior and interior he himself changed with her. fear and pain that had once been so intimately close to him began to say their goodbyes. not ready to leave completely because they were still present but he hadn't hurt anyone. oh pain had been involved in her transformation that was true after all he'd heard and seen it. the look in her face now though didn't scream fear to him, and that was a win for him.

maybe he wasn't such a screw up? maybe there was something to this gift of his that he'd shunned away from for so long. would it? would it work on his dad this time? shaking his head he caught her by the arms making sure to hold her up. andy couldn't be thinking like that she deserved all his attention, everything else could wait. "gravity does that to you. welcome to humanity phyllis."

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phyllis could feel the eagerness swelling in her chest, whether it was from the quickening of her heartbeat or the swirling of her stomach, warmth spreading throughout her in a way she hadn't ever experienced. the ghoul wanted to devour him, souls intertwining and dancing to a song only the two of them could hear. the symphony was loud in her head, rising to a crescendo that was only momentarily silenced by him pulling away. emotion filled her eyes as he drew back, the words stitch whispered making the breath leave her lungs only to be replaced by a sharp inhale. the organs quivered as the air filling and leaving them came in and out at such a sporadic and unpredictable rate, her hold on his neck tightening as she relied on the hold for some sort of stability. everything. phyllis had been called a lot of things before but... never everything.

phyllis couldn't speak before his mouth was back on hers again, desperation in her grasp as her arms moved to fully wind around his neck, pulling him closer ( if that was even possible at this point ), wanting to hear his hearts beating against her chest and syncopating hers. breathing deeply through her nostrils as the warmth of his tongue traced her lips, she subconsciously parted them, a delighted sigh drawing from her in response. the way stitch's grasp on her tightened had her whole body pulsing, raging with a euphoria she had never experienced before, almost wanting to cry from how ALIVE she felt in this moment. how alive stitch made her feel, even before she had blood pulsing through her. phyllis had been crazy to try and push him away, to try and shut him out. there was no one in this universe that made her feel like this. she was tired of being afraid of it. ❛ i love you, stitch, ❜ phyllis breathed against his lips without thinking, unable to stop the words as she spoke them between kisses. she didn't even care if he said it back, or if he felt as intensely as she did— phyllis wanted him to know it anyways.

kissing phyllis was...he couldn't even describe it. it felt like waking up from a nice nap. it felt like it didn't matter if he was no good or a waste of life and creation. it felt like...like he just couldn't believe he could have ever gotten this lucky. phyllis made him matter in a way that he had never truly felt like before. his family grounded him, his family kept him sane. phyllis knocked the air out of his lungs and made him feel like he was being struck by lightning over and over. but it wasn't painful at all. it was...the best feeling he had ever felt. and he never ever wanted to let that go. he wanted to melt into her as she did to him. he wanted to hold her so gently and kiss her all over her face and hear that giggle over and over and over. if there was anything in his power he could do to make sure he would get that chance more than once he would take it. even if he died afterwards.

her hand on his neck, her lips on his...did he mention he couldn't get enough of it? was he being too much? he had no clue. he only pulled away from her to give her a moment to adjust to having the need to breathe, but he kept his nose touching hers the entire time. he couldn't stop smiling and he couldn't stop being close to her. "you're everything," he whispered to her. and he meant that. he didn't think a person could be everything, yet here he was, feeling what he felt was everything. when he pressed his lips back to hers, he allowed himself to be a bit more bold. he allowed himself to grip her a little tighter and to dart his tongue across her lips for permission. he wanted to make sure phyllis was able to experience every joy she could from kissing him. he wanted to make sure it was a worthy first time.

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phyllis hadn't been necessarily avoiding the ghouls... she just, hadn't really ran into any of them since what happened in the library with andy. part of her was fearful they'd shut her out for wishing away her ghoul-hood, even if it was only temporary — after all, their differences from the rest are what brought them together in the first place. the ghoul didn't quite know how to explain herself other than the fact she had been growing increasingly miserable, a loneliness she didn't know she was capable of feeling plaguing her the last five years. it had felt like a whole new kind of aloneness recently, further isolated from the world not just because she couldn't leave town... but realizing that she had nothing to stand on. literally and metaphorically. like she was just coasting through life, if you could even call her existence that, without being able to experience it.

walking into their apartment, fear striking her like bolts of electricity, phyllis wrung her hands together as she careened her neck to look for winnie. then, she heard her shouting, followed by the sound of undeniable commotion coming from the wolf's bedroom. moving along the halls, phyllis turned until she reached winnie's bedroom. maybe the wolf would be so distracted by whatever it was she had going on that she wouldn't notice. stepping through the doorway with feet that now met the ground, tilting her head at her with concern interweaving itself in her features. ❛ winnie ?? ❜ phyllis greeted, though a silent question attached itself to the end of her friend's name. ❛ hey.... uh, ❜ she took in the state of the room, wrapping her arms around herself, swallowing hard; ❛ — is everything okay ?? ❜

location: winnie & phyllis apartment.

starter for: @ghostgirlgeist

"no, no, no!" Winnie growled as she absolutely teared her bedroom apart. Clothes and bedsheets were strewn together on the floor from Winnie pulling everything out of her closet to every single drawer she owned. Now her mattress was flipped up against the wall as the wolf clattered on the floor searching through piles of junk and trinkets. "I can't find it!" her voice was desperate teetering on frustration. how could she lose track of it? something that meant so much to her? she was just lucky she hadn't put a hole in the wall for how frantic she was throwing assorted objects around the room. winnie had never been great at controlling her strength, especially in her human form. warm tears began to well up in her eyes as she sat in silence, pulling her knees up to her chest as quick panicked breaths escaped her. It wasn't until she looked up and noticed Phyllis floating there that she began trying to hastily wipe away her tears with the sleeves of her flannel jacket. "oh, hey." was all the wolf could muster, the embarrassment already kicking in.

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❛ i'm sensing some judgement, ❜ phyllis huffed, folding her arms across her chest, face glowing scarlet from a mix of embarrassment and now irritation. okay, so... maybe this was not the brightest decision. maddox seemed the most laid back of them all, albeit a dragon with some misplaced anger but, this was not the kind of reaction she expected from him. weren't they friends ?? didn't friends go to each other for this kind of thing ?? ❛ i don't know if it's too many, i don't even have one !! ❜ the phantom huffed, beginning to throw a bit of a tantrum herself, folding her legs up so she was floating a good amount of feet in the air, glaring down at him now. she didn't like the negative implication he was giving stitch, and she felt incredibly defensive about the whole thing; ❛ you can't tell anyone i told you, ❜ phyllis said with a pointed tone, frowning. ❛ — especially not the alien part. not even the other ghouls. the only one who knows about him is sibella. ❜ phyllis, wildly embarrassed and now ashamed she had even brought it up, waved her hands dismissively. ❛ forget it, ❜ phyllis sighed, tightening her crossed arms against her chest. ❛ — not like it will ever happen anyways. i'm just a body-less monster who knows nothing and shouldn't have asked.❜ then, as if to tie up the theatrics with an extravagant bow, phyllis went invisible.

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Maddox was growing increasingly frustrated and was doing his best not to show it. He was failing miserably but still spoke through gritted teeth. "Haven't you watched television in the last decade? Aliens are all the rage. I guess I can't blame you for being interested in the unknown." He knew Phyllis was a curious phantom but he hadn't expected her curiosity to land her in the lap of an alien. "I don't know. You tell me. How many hearts is too many?" He shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe it just means he can love people five times as much. Or he pumps green blood through his veins. Who knows?" Grimacing for a moment, Maddox sighed. "Alright, fine. Ask away. What do you all want to know?" This felt very much like giving a sister the birds and the bees talk but with Miss Grimwood not present someone had to step in to do it. Much to his dismay.

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whilst phyllis had been the one to request it, she couldn't help the unease that seemed to wash over her in the space between her question and his answer. breath seemed to stop, only this time, she had lungs to scream for oxygen in response. when he said yes, a heat rose to her own cheeks, teeth finding her lower lip to stop it from shaking from the anticipation she swore now would kill her. phyllis didn't move, not until his hands turned her to face him, his fingers soon after finding the rounds of quickly warming cheeks. phyllis couldn't help the nervousness that gripped her, crawling up her throat and making her tongue suddenly feel too large for her mouth. phyllis had never kissed anyone before, not even another phantom, having only ever read about it in the books she loved or watched it on television. she had long mourned the idea of what being embraced like that would feel that, and even now, with stitch looking at her like she was everything all at once— it was still impossible to accept it was a tangible desire.

so when he did kiss her, phyllis needed a moment to process. it was only a blip, a quick flash of realization, before her own lashes had fluttered shut. small hands reached up to rest on either side of his neck, thumbs pressing up to feel the ridge of his jaw, his mouth so soft and warm against her own she thought she'd melt from the touch alone. he was kissing her. she was kissing him. everything there was for a ghoul to feel in this moment, phyllis was feeling tenfold, and her hands slowly moved to the back of his neck, feeling the softness of his hair against her fingertips as she stepped forward — wanting to be as close as possible, not even wanting air to fit between their torsos. a giggle fell from her against his mouth, uncertainty on what she was doing long forgotten as she followed his lead, melting into his embrace and not finding herself able to get enough of it.

stitch's heart sank for a moment. he hadn't assumed this was anything more than temporary but not knowing how long had him nervous. there was so much they could do, but he didn't even know where to start. he just wanted to make sure this experience was good for her and he gave her what she needed. every touch already felt like little jolts of electricity between the two and he didn't think he could ever tire from that feeling. he could help her not think about what came next and act in the moment. it was what he was best at if anything.

at her question he blushed like he had never kissed anyone before. it was such an innocent request and honestly, stitch hadn't even thought about it right away. now that the idea was in his head it was all he wanted to do. "yeah...yeah i can do that. whatever you want," he said with a chuckle. he gently moved her so that she could face him a little better, hands on both sides of her face, gently rubbing circles into the flesh. he was so incredibly nervous all of a sudden but so excited. he wanted to make sure this was the best first experience she ever had and the pressure was kind of crazy. he hoped she couldn't hear how loud his heart was beating and how uneven his breathing was. closing his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her so softly, afraid she would fall apart if he applied too much pressure. his brain short-circuited pretty quickly after that. he really wasn't going to let her go.

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PHYLLIS GEIST👻🎹🪦 — a playlist

I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control... I want a perfect b o d y, I want a perfect SOUL... I want you to notice When I'm not around....

👻 creep — radiohead

👻 headstones and landmines — lizzy mcalpine

👻 this is me trying — taylor swift

👻 could you love me while i hate myself— zeph

👻 vienna — billy joel

👻 to be alone — hozier

👻 maine — noah kahan

👻 i miss you, i'm sorry — gracie abrams

👻 voodoo child — jimi hendrix

👻 people watching — conan grey

special mentions 👻 requiem in d minor — amadeus mozart 👻 fantasia in d minor — amadeus mozart 👻 waltz in c sharp minor — frédéric chopin 👻 sonata no. 14 in c sharp minor — ludwig van beethoven

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phyllis practically melted into the embrace, knees seeming to forget their newfound function as she relished in the feeling of his body finally making contact with hers after thinking about what it would be like since the moment she met him in the arcade. she feels like she has known stitch for what feels like forever, when in comparison to her age, it was actually not much more than a blip of time. phyllis felt the weight of his head against hers, the width of his palms against her back, and an excitement unlike none other she had felt before made her squeeze him just a bit tighter. she was thankful he didn't ask questions, fully allowing her to just enjoy this moment for what it was; two beings who had been separated for so long, finally united.

phyllis only drew back enough to look at his face, her eyes glassy with emotion she was struggling to contain, unable to stop smiling — not that she would want to. ❛ me too, ❜ she sighed in agreement, moving her hands from around his neck to cup stitch's face again, unable to fully accept that he was here, that she was here. how she didn't go right through him when she reached for him. no, instead she felt the flush of his face, she could feel his warmth, and phyllis didn't know anything about heart attacks but it certainly felt like the right way to describe the way hers was beating right now. ❛ i don't know how long this state will last but... i don't want to think about that, ❜ she whispered, as if they were in the middle of a crowd exchanging secrets despite being alone in the solitude of her bedroom. a moment of silence lulled between them again as she just stared at him, taking him in. ❛ will you... ❜ phyllis started, a blush capturing her cheeks, thumbs drawing small circles upon his own as her chest heaved with quickened breath. ❛ stitch, will you... ❜ she spoke his name, changing her approach, unable to hold back what she wanted to do more than anything— what she wanted to ask of him. ❛ will you kiss me ?? ❜

he let her explore his face happily. stitch couldn't even put into words the way he was feeling right now. he didn't think he could feel so happy for someone. he didn't think that was in his design. seeing phyllis react to the way he felt, feeling her touch; it was just heavenly. he was pretty sure nothing could be better than this. he would be as patient as she needed him to be and he would be so good at it. every single lesson he ever had about being good and patient would be put to the maximum use. she was alive and it was making her happy and that made him happy. he cared about phyllis in every form she could have. her laughter made him feel light. at her comment about his temperature he laughed, eyes crinkling as he continued to stare at her. "so are you," he said, breathless. she really had him breathless.

and then it happened. the moment he had waited for. his arms were wrapped just as tightly around her the moment he was allowed to. he knew right then and there he was never going to let her go. he couldn't even imagine a scenario that would pry him apart from her. he had to hold himself back a little bit so he didn't crush her too bad, but she made that easy, softening in his arms as he mimicked her in that department. he held her gently, ever so gently, and hand tenderly patted her head. she was so soft and she smelled amazing. he moved his hand so he could rest his face on the top of her head, breathing deeply. he couldn't even remember the last time he felt like he was capable of being this soft with someone. "i didn't think it was possible to want to stay in one spot forever....but i think that's exactly what i want to do..."

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as phyllis caught her breath, forcing air into her lungs to the point where she thought they would explode, the girl stepped forward so she could pour more of the newfound weight into andy. relying on him for balance, her other hand reached out to grab his bicep, squeezing tightly as if he'd vanish beneath her touch or... her sense of TOUCH would vanish. her sobs were less painful now, more exhausted — overwhelmed... phyllis was experiencing so many sensations right now she was surprised she hadn't gotten sick. that was something that happened to humans, right ?? swallowing tightly, she squeezed his hand. human, he had said. ❛ y-yeah, ❜ the girl breathed, her exhale heavy and unfamiliar, trying to figure out how to adjust to needing air when she went the last few centuries without it. her eyes burned from the salt of her tears, her cheeks on fire as well, trying to keep herself upright but finding it to be a very challenging feat.

❛ you're warm too, ❜ the ghoul observed, eyes on their joint hands, forcing her weight upwards as she found some sense of balance. hair clung to her face, lashes stuck together, and she looked between their hands and his face— disbelief, awe, and fear coating each of her features. ❛ so warm, wow... ❜ smiling through her tears, her lungs stabalizing, phyllis swallowed hard to lubricate a suddenly dry throat. ❛ h-how did you... how did you figure it out?? ❜ phyllis whispered, looking up at his face, finding his eyes and searching them for answers even if he himself didn't believe he knew them. her stance wobbled, nearly falling into him, her ankles seeming to roll in response to her own weight; ❛ wow, sorry... i didn't know s-standing was so hard... ❜

anticipating what would be happening was a lot more different to seeing it happen in front of him. what he'd thought was originally anxiety slowly became panic at the reaction. it seemed like transforming from a ghost to a human was something agonizing, and he almost wanted to put a stop to it. the dead silence of the library filled with the sounds coming from phyllis was frightening, lonely.

there was a stillness to the air around him like time had stopped but it kept on moving inside of their small bubble. "tell me to stop," he had whispered to phyllis, "please i don't want to cause you more pain." still he kept at it sometimes quietly whispering the words he'd written, other times trying to reassure her. it seemed like he only brought pain to those around him, like he only brought pain to himself.

what had felt like the weight of her hand turned heavier and with a couple of more seconds it suddenly felt like he was holding her entire weight. watching as her body curled into itself andy held on tightly, making sure she didn't touch the floor. seeing as her face slowly gained more color, eyes widening at the realization that flood was flowing through her now. "human."

listening to her speak brought him some peace in between his panic, it had worked. he hadn't ruined something once more, it worked. "yes," he answered, gazing down at his hand feeling hers in it. "you're warm, phyllis."

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the space that lingered between her question and him reaching out to touch her felt simultaneously short and never ending, her breath hitching upon feeling the pads of his fingertips against the curve of her cheek. she sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it, a smile threatening to break— and daring too— as his words followed suit. phyllis had never really touched anyone before, let alone felt someone else's touch, and the warmth of stitch's hand almost had her falling apart. trying not to cry, trying to savor the excitement, the ghoul allowed the smile she was witholding to stretch across her face. ❛ alive, yes, ❜ she breathed, understanding where he was coming from, finding a shrill of giggles (still ghoulish in nature, there was no getting rid of her laughter), as her hands reached up with equal enthusiasm to cup his face. phyllis's expression dampened, softening as she rubbed the pads of her thumbs against his cheek. ❛ you're warm, ❜ she whispered, mirroring the words andy had spoken to her once the transformation had worked, a mist unable to help itself as it glazed over her eyes.

❛ so soft, ❜ phyllis whispered to herself, allowing one hand to leave his cheek and brush through his hair, the strands soft and almost fuzzy against her fingers. her eyes took in his face, her hands exploring each curve and edge, the hand still on it's face lowering its touch from his cheek to his lips, tracing them, absolutely enamored. she stood there for a minute, taking him in, before she couldn't help herself; her arms wound around his neck and she stepped forward to press her torso to his, pulling him into a hug so tight she almost knocked the wind out of her own lungs. his scent was heavy, intoxicating, and his warmth— god, she wanted to curl up in it forever. ❛ i'm in awe of you, ❜ she whispered into his neck where she promptly buried her head, the emotion rocking through her, making her body spark with electricity she had never felt before.

stitch couldn't stop staring at her. there was a lot different, but not really. the flush in her face was deeper, the fact that she was walking to him and not floating was different. the way she held herself in the moment was very different. like she was scared to get too close or brush up on him. her breathing was even different. but the thing that stood out to him the most was how he could feel warmth and that familiar coolness from her at the same time. it was a bit overwhelming on his senses and he had the urge to try and pull her close to him. was that possible? no. it hadn't been before but right now he was wondering if...could he. just....

he hadn't realized his arm was out to touch her until his hand touched the smoothness of her cheek. that was...incredibly unexpected. and thrilling. and amazing. and nice. he had no idea what to do right now. he didn't want to stop touching her. he didn't want to ever stop touching her. was that weird? he was weird. she was so beautiful and was always surprising her and here he was being the weird alien guy that just kept touching her face.

"phyllis..." he said, his voice low. "did you...are you...?" he didn't know how it was possible or what could have possibly been done to get her where she was now, but whatever the reasoning, he was happy for her. he wanted to hug her so tightly and never ever take a second of it for granted. he didn't want to mess with her newfound boundaries though. he was taught better than that. he was already pushing it too. "i...i don't even know what to say.....except that i'm just....in awe of you and your talent...."

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she stared at him for ghoul knows how long, and even when he replied to her greeting, phyllis couldn't will herself to speak. he was looking at her, right at her, with no possibility of seeing through her — not that stitch ever did. if there was one thing the alien did, it was make the invisible girl feel... well, seen. phyllis noticed his gaze when it hit her shoes, shifting foreign weight between left and right feet. how did she even start this ?? hey, stitch, i've been hanging out with andy behind your back so he can try and make me a living being and it never worked until now!! that didn't feel right... she swallowed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to figure out where to start.

❛ hi ❜ was all she managed again, her face ripening into a deep blush. another moment passed, another second of awkward excitement, before the girl couldn't hold it together anymore. phyllis, with the grace of a baby deer who just figured out how to walk, closed the few feet of space between them until she was standing in front of him.

❛ do you... ❜ the ghoul started, steadying her breaths, looking into eyes that seemed even more beautiful than she remembered them to be. she could feel his warmth radiating off of him, and the one thing she had noticed since that night in the library was how warm living creatures were.but phyllis resisted for a moment longer, wanting him to figure it out since words were seeming to fail her. ❛ do you notice anything ...different ?? ❜

stitch was never about to turn down hanging out with his girlfriend, his phyllis. she was the coolest girl he had ever met and he always learned new things with her, even though at times she understood humans less than he did. with her, he didn't feel like he had to hide who he was or pretend to be anything than himself. he only ever got that feeling with lilo and even then he dialed it back at times to keep the peace. lilo taught him literally everything he knew on how to be a person and without that he wouldn't have even been able to speak like an amazing girl like phyllis. he honestly doesn't know what he did to get so lucky, but if him being good was paying off for anything, it was this.

the ride over wasn't long and stitch didn't even try to show off on his skateboard for once. she said she had something to show him and he was excited to do something new with her. if anything, he almost fell off his skateboard a few times trying to get there faster than any human could. he really should ask jumbaa to make him some kind of super skateboard for his abilities. a thing to think about later. as he made his way to where she told him to go there was a million and one nerves shooting through him. he always had the slight fear that she was going to end things with him because he couldn't give her what she needed and he wasn't going to lie when he thought to himself how much that scared him. by the time he made it to her room though he shoved all of that to the side. this wasn't about him. this was about her and he wanted her to see him at his best at all times.

when he opened the door, he never would have expected the sight in front of him. phyllis looked even more beautiful, which he didn't think was possible, and her feet...were on the ground. he had never seen her fully on the ground before. his brain was trying to come up with a million different reasons as to why she was stumbling over herself and grounded, but every answer seemed impossible based on what he knew about her. still, he couldn't stop smiling at the sight of her. she was so cute.

"hey."

[ghostgirlgeist]

closed starter: @626bxtch !! location: phyllis & winnie's place

it hadn't even been a full 24 hours of phyllis's human-hood and she had spent the better half of them staring at herself in the mirror; poking her face, squishing her cheeks, sticking out her tongue... it was the first time she had ever gotten to see what she looked like. she had also spent a lot of time learning to walk, feeling gravity as it pulled on bones she'd never had before, as well as pressing her hands to her chest to feel the thump of a heart as it pumped blood — her blood — through veins that had been, up until now, lying dormant. EMPTY.

phyllis's body felt the weight of his footsteps down the hall after hearing the clicking of the front door latch, taking slow breaths to steady her racing heart. what fun it was to have a piece of you that acted on it's own— responded to the world around you without you having a say in the matter. phyllis began to feel a whirlwind of both excitement and fear latching onto her ribs and winding around them line vines. would he notice right away ?? would she even have to say anything ?? her mind began to wonder if stitch would even find her fun or interesting anymore with the mysterious part of her identity was gone — no telling for how long it would cease to be... but when she heard the door to her room open, she spun away from the window, nearly stumbling over her feet as she did so. upon seeing him, she felt all those feelings come into her throat, making it incredibly hard to speak. then, after a moment;

❛ hi.❜

[ghostgirlgeist]

phyllis: yay! phyllis: seeing you always makes me excited too phyllis: door will be unlocked just come to my room :))))))

phyllis: awh stop

phyllis: i was wondering if you wanna maybe come over??

phyllis: ive got something i wanna show you

[ghostgirlgeist]

phyllis: awh stop

phyllis: i was wondering if you wanna maybe come over??

phyllis: ive got something i wanna show you

text incoming - STITCH👽🤍👻

phyllis: hey:)))

phyllis: are you free rn???

@626bxtch

[ghostgirlgeist]

text incoming - STITCH👽🤍👻

phyllis: hey:)))

phyllis: are you free rn???

@626bxtch