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kismetlotts · 9 days

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Colleague Simon Riley who you banter with all the time. You weren’t scared of him or intimidated by him like everyone else and he found that different; intriguing. You’d seen him kill people so effortlessly, watched him make decisions that would keep people up all night but nothing put you off. There was something there on your end that drew you in- he had no clue what it was until one morning Johnny decided to enlighten him.

“Aye Ghost has everyone tinklin’eir pants’!” He’d laughed, the two of them were walking towards a helicopter preparing for their mission together, his hand pushing Ghosts shoulder trying to get something out the man but failing as usual. Johnny can talk for days, meaningless rambling, life stories, ranting, joking- god the guy doesn’t shut up. He was nearly as bad as you and in his head he was sure you two were distantly related. Two of the most annoying people being two of the most closest people to him.

“Aside from bonnie, eh’ she’s wet for other reasons.” He’d chuckle out, arm still bumping into his shoulder while he laughs loudly, but Simon froze. His whole body hot and stomach swirling surely he must’ve heard wrong. Even if he heard right, it’s Mactavish. He’s not exactly great at reading people more so knowing something like that.

“What?” Simon asked his voice dark and gruffly. Johnnys eyes met his and his cheeky smile fell of his face. Eyes scanning Ghosts for a moment before stopping in shock, mouth open slightly.

“Ya didn’t know? You ave’ her wrapped round your finger! Don’ try mess with me every’ne knows it’s obvious- she’s even gon’ told me tha’.” And Simon just felt lost. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He’d never really been with a woman or exactly cared to, his life was hectic as a youngster and being in the SAS it’s not often he engages or talks to a woman other than yourself. He didn’t see you in a romantic aspect: he’d never really thought of it. You’d always just been you to him, the girl who annoys him, he’d never thought about being with you. Or maybe you were just attracted to him, maybe you just wanted to fuck him- He didn’t know. He didn’t know much about feelings.

“She said herself that she gets wet over me?” He asked again just to be clear. His way with words were cut to the point and open, hearing Simon say ‘gets wet’ so fast and easily was enough to make Johnny cringe internally but he nodded. He told Simon about that night- what you had said, what you wanted. He went over everything thag happened while you two were hanging out. You and Johnny were kind of close and as much as Johnny talks, he didn’t take the Scott man for a liar. Simon spun around on the spot, telling Johnny to continue on with the mission and take another recruit before heading for the offices, catching a glimpse of you sorting through papers.

He slipped into the room quietly, walking up behind you as you spun around reaching for something. Jumping as he looked down at you, silently.

“- Oh my fuck! Simon! You scared me you idiot.” Your heart pretty much jumping out of your chest as you huffed. You’d already been so stressed out with all this paperwork given to you- this wasn’t even your job but of course you’d help out where needed. Simon just looked down at you more, eyes squinting below his skull mask as he looked over you. You shot him a glance, then another one, then another one until you were about to ask what his problem was but Simon spoke first.

“Do I make you wet?”

“….Sorry?”

“Do I make you wet? Like horny?” You were fucking gobsmacked and you knew exactly what had happened and you swore to god were going to fucking murder that mohawk wearing, secret sharing dickhead. And Simon was no better, how can someone just go up to you and ask you that? Your back ran cold and your face burnt hot- words coming out in a jumbled mess.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And instead of talking he took a step forward, cornering you in and making you step back. Not realising what was happening yourself until you were against the wall, looking up at him with them eyes. So wide and innocent, shining in the light, but fabricated with a need. A desire.

Everything in your vision blurred beside Simon, it was like you were back in bed. Lost in your dream world, slipping your hand into your panties, circling your clit imagining he was in bed with you. Imagining you him so close to you. Your pussy throbbed and you could feel the wetness of your panties already, still looking up at him as you blinked. Simon saw it now, the look in your eyes- it really was obvious. His eyes dropped down your body and back up at your eyes as he took a step back himself in disbelief.

“Fucking ‘ell, I do don’t I?” And what could you say? Lie? That would make the situation bigger than it needed to be with either you being found out as a liar or Johnny. You couldn’t admit it could you? I mean the two of you were close but he was still your Lieutenant. You could be in a lot of trouble- fuck if he wanted, you could probably lose your job. A sigh left your lips as you wracked your head for ideas. Excuses, explanations- but you had to be honest with him, it was the only way.

“Look! It’s not like romantic- I’m not like into you like that at all. I just- Okay I just find you attractive. It’s like if you were looking at some hot naked woman, you’d get hard wouldn’t you? I cant help what my body does!” Simon stood still, staring at your legs which only added to the moment. Only added to the aching need you felt

“I’m not naked. I ain’ sexy and I wear a mask for a living ‘nd kill people, you find that attractive, do ya?” Yes. You did and you didn’t know why yourself. You knew what he meant by it and he knew you didn’t find killing people attractive so instead of getting defensive you stayed quiet. You found him attractive, his voice, his height and the mask added to your intrigue. He watched as you remained quiet taking a deep breath and tilting his head to the side.

“So you want to fuck?” His voiced asked slightly deeper and you let out a laugh, back still pressed against the wall as he moved in closer.

“Jesus Christ Simon you cant just ask someone that-“ His hands met your body as he began to trace the fabric of your clothes, running his fingers over your skin slowly because he was starting to see something in you. Something sexual and he fucking liked it. He licked his lips underneath his mask, smirking as he locked eyes with you again.

“Just take my chances then?”

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haikyu-mp4 · 2 months

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This time I'm asking for Fukunaga with Illusion. One of my favorite songs.

Now playing... Illusion

word count; 1011 – f!reader, for my 1D x Haikyu event

Going to a comedy show wasn’t necessarily within your idea of a perfect date, but going there with your actual date would have at least made it okay. Instead, you’re sitting alone in the audience, waiting for the comedian to come on stage any minute with an empty seat beside you. With your boyfriend’s track record, you should have known this would be no different.

You tried to enjoy the experience as the show started. However, no matter how funny this Fukunaga was, your bad mood was so evident on your face. Now and then, he’d get a laugh out of you, but you were on high alert when he started an advice session.

Some people asked him to interpret their dreams, while others asked him if their lactose intolerance was worth giving up chocolate milk. As he moved to your side of the stands, the way he looked at you twice gave you a brief warning before he spoke directly to you through the microphone. It didn’t register as a double take in your mind, but that’s probably because it wasn’t the first time he noticed you that night.

“What’s got such a beautiful girl hanging her head over here?” Fukunaga asked, tilting his ear towards you to ensure he could hear your answer.

You cleared your throat, looking to the side and seeing that most of the crowd were looking at you, expectantly. “I uh- I was going on a date with my boyfriend.”

Fukunaga bent down to jump off the small stage and walk over to you, but his eyes were locked on the empty seat beside you, and he held out his hand as if for a handshake. “I’ve never seen such realistic ghosting, man. Good job!” he joked, suddenly coming to a stop and looking at you when no one grabbed his hand. “He’s not very polite.”

You chuckled under your breath, somewhat bitterly. “He didn’t come.”

“Leave him! Dump him!!” came from the crowd, several women stepping up to have your back. Fukunaga’s reaction resembled a scared cat for a second before he laughed and waved his free hand as he walked back on stage.

“Hey, I’m the one giving advice!” he scolded jokingly before looking at you. He took a deep breath and shook his head. “My instinct is saying you should dump him and leave him.“ Some people laughed as he seemed to have taken their advice for his own.

You looked down, twiddling your thumbs. “He’s not that bad.”

“Exactly what every woman wants, I’ve heard.” Fukunaga pretended to twirl some hair around his finger and turned to the rest of the audience. “He should be tall, aaand not that bad!” Everyone laughed and you couldn’t help but join them. “Forget bad boys or nice guys, not that bad is all the rage.”

From there, another comment from the audience made the show keep flowing, and you could finally breathe a little. You looked at Fukunaga just a bit more starry-eyed now, actually managing to enjoy his jokes because a group of strangers had very clearly supported you in your case.

And it might have been your imagination, just an illusion when you felt like he glanced at you more often when saying his punch lines. It made you smile a little brighter, and laugh a little louder.

Then, all too soon, the show was over. The stage lights dimmed and the harsh reality of the ceiling lights woke you up from your delusions. You had let him use you for a good joke, and then you actually imagined anything he said was anything more than jokes. Illusions presented to the audience to enchant them.

When you walked outside, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Not only had your stomach fluttered with butterflies because of a man you didn’t know, but you had also not realised that if your boyfriend wasn’t answering his phone, he also wouldn’t come to pick you up.

Glancing at the clock, you also concluded that there wouldn’t be another bus until at least an hour from now, and started your long walk home. “Wait up!”

You automatically did, looking to the side where the comedian from the show slowed to match your pace. “Hi,” you greeted, a bit cautious as you glanced around to make sure you could see some other people.

“Hey,” he replied, tucking his hands in his pocket, a slight reassurance of his innocent intentions.

“You’re hilarious, I enjoyed your show,” you said, smiling at him in a way that made his neck flush.

“Thank you, I’m happy to hear.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to seem creepy approaching you like this, but I really meant it. About your boyfriend.”

You turned a bit to look over your shoulder, wondering if the audience were all walking behind you, suspenseful as they waited for the joke. “I assumed that was just for the show.”

“The jokes were, sure,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “But that doesn’t make the advice any less real. You’re way too pretty to go on dates without a date.”

That did make you laugh a little again. You almost couldn’t believe you had done that. “My relationship is the biggest joke I have,” you said, happy when he seemed to enjoy your humour. “I suppose you can’t be my date for your next show?” You pursed your lips the second you said it, wondering how that could slip from your lips so easily.

To your relief, he laughed. “The date would have to be before or after, hypothetically. But I promise I’ll show up,” he said and your laughs mixed into the excitement of something better.

Now the red flush spread to his ears and temples, while sneaking something out of his pocket. He handed you a little card, four of hearts, with his name and number scribbled on it.

“Let me know that you get home safe, will you?”

You read his name off the card and smiled softly. “Okay, Shohei.”

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 3 months

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Taunting Ghosts 👻

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Two idiots go ghost hunting, and it backfires. That's it. TW: bad jokes.

I know it looks scary, but I promise it's not. I was cracking myself up while writing it lmao

The ask is here!

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"Did we really have to fly all the way to fuck-knows-where in Spain for this?" Leon groaned in annoyance, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other holding a flashlight as the both of you made your way deeper into the woods.

You rolled your eyes.

"I don't know if you know this, but ghosts don't exactly have a knack for phones. Or international flights."

He grumbled something illegible in response, continuing to follow you.

Ghosts, spirits, demons and the like had always spiked your interests. The ever wavering question whether there was an afterlife pulled at your brain. You thought maybe you'd convert to a religion to have your question answered, but never in a million years did you think you'd pick up ghost hunting.

It's a fickle thing, ghost hunting. The large amount of fake content for views made it hard to decide whether you wanted to believe in entities or not. You had to try for yourself. To quench the thirst for knowledge.

That's how you ended up here. In a deep woods in rural Spain, searching for evidence that the biggest local legend was ,in fact, not just a story.

It had huge impacts on the superstitious locals, keeping them from the heart of the forest.

It's said that an ancient cult inhabited these woods, performing rituals and sacrifices to appease their God.

All that is known about the cult is that they called themselves "Los Illuminados" and often used insect and hive imagery. A swarm that could only survive together. Should even the smallest fly fall out of line, it would mean the terrible demise of the entire cult.

The reason why you were here, however, was to investigate a particular event that supposedly occurred.

The cult craved more influence, their following never enough for the ambitious leader. In an attempt to gain followers, they took the daughter of the chief with the biggest village.

They'd planned to indoctrinate her and send her back, hoping she'd influence her father enough to teach their ways. The girl, however, was resistant and fought them every step of the way. In the end, to spare them any more trouble, they sacrificed the poor girl.

It's said that she stumbles aimlessly around the woods, crying and weeping to find her way back home. Uncanny wails have been reported by the locals, saying they came deep from the forest. Not only that, but low moans and groans that shook the trees supposedly stemmed from the followers, patrolling the woods in search of their leader who had abonded them for his own selfish reasons.

Leon gave you an unimpressed look as you told the story.

"A bug cult? That kidnaps people? A bug cult?" He asked skeptically, his brows raised.

You huffed, shoving at his arm.

"It's not a bug cult. They were firm believers of the hivemind. Although I think they took that a tad bit too literal." You answered, your nose scrunching up.

As much as Leon didn't believe in any of this ghost crap, he did enjoy your little adventures. Even if they were at night after you'd dragged him to some abondend asylum or something of the sort. He loved seeing you so passionate. Your belief also meant that you had immense

respect for ghosts and spirits, which ended up with you being very jumpy and scared at times. Leon didn't mind. He could play the heroic protector, having his arms wide open for you to shield you from any evil. He indulged you, too.

Going along with your theories and agreeing with you when the all common question of 'did you hear that?' inevitably came up.

He was a good boyfriend, after all. The best, actually. Always insisting he carry your bag filled with all of your gadgets and devices.

From spirit boxes over candles, salt, and bundled herbs to thermal cameras and Ouija boards. It was all safely stored in the backpack slung over his shoulder.

Dry sticks and leaves crunched under your shoes as you went deeper into the forest, illuminating the way with your flashlight.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face Leon.

"Oh, would you do me a favor and take this a little bit seriously? I don't need angered spirits on my plate, too."

"I don't what you're talking about, babe. I'm like a super legit ghost hunter." He scoffed jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, but the hint of a smile that tugged at your lips wasn't missed by him. Leon held his flashlight in all different directions, taking in the woods.

"You know, this is actually a pretty good spot if you wanted to start a cult." He mumbled.

You perked up, eagerly turning to face him once again.

"How so?"

"It's isolated enough so you won't be discovered, but it's not too far away that it would cause significant suspicion if a group of people would come from here. Either to indoctrinate or potential supply runs. It has some memorable spots, something that would help with remembering the way but would be of no meaning to outsiders." He explained.

Your face lit up as you listened to him carefully.

"That's fascinating-"

"Oh, and the bone crosses that were hung up on trees that I've been keeping track of."

Your expression fell.

"WHAT?!"

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

After Leon had gotten an earful from you, you were heavily fixated on the bone ornaments he'd mentioned.

He led you to one, shining the light on it. You examined it, pulling out a little book and putting down a quick sketch of it.

The ivory, although darkened and withered, stood out against the dark and rough bark of the tree.

"You said you saw more of these?" You asked in a mumble, eyes trained on the bone in front of you.

"Yep. All along the path we went down."

"Interesting... Oh! What if they used them as-

"-trail markers?" Leon smirked, watching as you grumbled something about him being a know-it-all little shit.

"But it's brilliant! A clear sign for the followers but due to the beliefs of the locals, none of them would've dared to step past a tree marked with a bone cross..." you mumbled in amazement, a smile spreading on your face.

Leon smiled at you adoringly.

"My clever little know-it-all." He teased with a grin which earned him a huff and you sticking out your tongue at him.

You gazed a little longer upon your, well Leon's discovery, a strange and eerie aura making it hard to avert your eyes. Leon mirrored your actions, not taking his eyes off it as a silence fell between the both of you.

A gentle breeze was combing through the thick canopy of leaves, their rustling the only sound echoing through the woods.

After a moment, Leon broke said silence.

"Should I touch it? I kinda wanna touch it."

Your eyes widened, and your head snapped towards him. "Leon, no, no do not touch the-"

"I'm gonna touch it."

"NO, Leon, don't you dare touch that cross-"

Your warnings were for naught as his hand was already reaching out. Before you had any chance to stop him, his fingertips came dangerously close to brushing against the bone.

He couldn't make contact with the cross, however, because just as he was millimeters from touching it, it fell to the ground.

You let out a loud shriek, startled, your hand slapping over your mouth. Leon flinched slightly but regained his composure quickly.

He had to hold back a snort at your reaction, instead deciding to wrap his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"It's alright, sweetheart." He murmured into your hair.

"I swear to god, if we're cursed now I'll kick your ass." You said sharply, staring at the now broken pieces of bone that somehow still formed a cross as they laid scattered on the ground.

Leon scoffed.

"We're not cursed. Besides, I'll protect you from any evil spirits."

Your expression softened and your heart swelled. How sweet of him. Ever the hero, putting your safety first-

"I've watched all the Ghostbusters movies."

"LEON SCOTT KENNEDY-"

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Despite the chill and unsettling feeling that sat deep in the pit of your stomach, you refused to give up your search quite yet.

You followed the markers even deeper into these haunted woods, hoping you'd find something at the end.

And find something you did. It was a large clearing, the moon fitting perfectly into the space of the trees when you looked up at the sky.

It was like they split just for her, asking for her light to shine down on them.

"Wow, look at this.." You beamed quietly, turning in every which direction.

What stopped your gazing was a large stone structure resembling an altar. It had a symbol carved into its front, only barely visible as it was obscured by moss and weathering.

"Oh shit, so they were real..." Leon mumbled, walking closer as he inspected the altar.

"There's always a bit of truth to a legend!" You smiled, pulling out your sketch book to draw the symbol, or what you could see of it.

You made sure to faintly sketch in any cracks and scratches. You wouldn't miss anything on this. You wouldn't let yourself.

"Ha! What did I tell you?" Leon beamed, breaking into a laugh as he pointed at something on the altar.

"It is a bug cult!"

There was a small colony of insects huddled together in the middle of the stone table.

"It is not a bug cult." You replied, unimpressed.

"What are you talking about? That one is clearly preaching a sermon." He argued with a serious tone, gesturing at one of the bugs being proped up on a small rock.

You looked at each other for a beat before Leon started cackling.

"He's not- it's an insect!" You tried to stay serious, but the idea of a tiny cockraoch indoctrinating even tinier cockroaches had made a mental picture appear in your brain.

It didn't take long before you, too, were in tears of laughter.

"Can- Can you imagine him having a robe and a little staff and everything?!" You wheezed, holding your stomach as your combined laughter bounced off the trees and into the night.

Leon was doubled over, steadying himself on the altar. You were gasping for air at that point, trying to calm you nerves with deep breathes. Your mistake was looking over at Leon when you'd thought you'd calmed down, only making the two of you break into another fit of laughter.

You were wiping tears from your lashline, inhaling sharply, determined to finally get it together again when you noticed streaks of deep crimson running down Leon's arm.

"Oh my god!" You gasped, rushing over to him.

"What the hell happened?! Are you okay." You asked frantically, inspecting his hand for any cuts or other injuries while wiping away the blood with your shirt.

Leon didn't move, only staring at his bloodied hand.

"Sweetheart..." he said lowly, making you look up at him with a concerned look and furrowed brows.

"This..." he swallowed before continuing," this isn't my blood." Leon stated quietly, keeping eye contact with you.

"What? But how could-" you chuckled breathily, your gaze drifting to his hand.

Your eyes widened as they fell to his arm that you were clutching, not a scratch in sight.

You looked back up at him with parted lips.

"Oh crap."

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liillyliilly · 3 months

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A Place Where You Can Disappear

sugawara koushi x reader words; 1464 synopsis; she's the ghost at the end of the hallway- sugawara fully believes she is anyway.

Walking down the empty hallway of the main building always set his nerves aflame. Remembering all the ghost stories his own upperclassmen told him as he was trying to get to the gym was not a good way to start off practice. But he put on a brave face and kept walking with his head held high.

For three years, he shuffled along the hallway covering his ears and mumbling a prayer for safety. Asahi said the gods wouldn't let anything bad happen to him with that specific prayer. Asahi proudly claimed that the prayer was the only way he got through second year mathematics.

The first time Sugawara hears music start playing, then immediately being cut off with a slight startled scream, he gets scared.

He did his best to pick up his pace down the hallway. There was trash littered along the floor, and scratches and dents on the doors of the empty, unused classrooms.

I'm only a third year and I'm going to get murdered by a serial killer this early in my life.

He timidly shuffles his feet to the classroom where he heard the ruckus. He peers in through the glass of the door, only to be greeted with a dark room. Except for in the far corner, where a girl sat with a lamp on the desk. She seemed to be writing or drawing something in a notebook while her earbud wires dangled from her ears. She was nodding along to the beat of the music that was probably playing from her phone, which was sat on the table facedown.

Sugawara can't help but smile. She seems perfectly content with just being by herself and messing around. Sugawara hears the gym doors slam open, and he goes to exit the hallway and head to the gym, but not before stealing one last glance at his mystery girl.

This becomes a daily occurrence. Suga walking through the hallway, but stopping to check in on his mystery girl. Sometimes she eats snacks, sometimes she’s reading a book (Suga immediately goes out of his way to locate a copy of the book and read it), sometimes she is making some sort of craft. More often than not, she had headphones on and was staring at her phone screen.

While talking to Hinata one day, he subconsciously takes Hinata down the empty hallway with him. Doing his usual observation of her, Sugawara notices that she is crying, tears falling down her face and the tear mark lines on her skin are prominent from the light from the lamp. Ushering Hinata to the gym, Sugawara knocks on the door.

“May I enter?” He asks, loud enough for her to hear but not loud enough to scare her.

She sniffles before uttering a small yes. Sugawara tries not to trip on anything as he passes through entrance of the dark classroom.

“Are you alright?” When she nods and smiles, Sugawara becomes confused. “But you’re crying?”

“A very thoughtful observation, but if you would have bothered to pay attention, I’m watching a movie.” She pauses the video playing on her phone, taking out her left earbud so she could pay attention to the stranger invading her space.

Sugawara blurts out another question, “Can I watch with you?” He knows he can't stay for long, he had a practice to get to. But a short ten minutes couldn't hurt, he'd just do Daichi's tedious extra warm-ups for being late. She leans back onto her chair and folds her arms.

“What's in it for me.” She pauses before smirking, “Stalker.”

Sugawara blushes furiously. “I wasn’t stalking you! I was just-”

“Watching me for a very long period of time?” She offers, holding her hand out and motioning it into a semi-circle.

“Yes! Wait, no!” Sugawara covers his face with his hands and groans slightly, realizing anything else he would try to say would only end up with him as a blubbering mess. This is not how he wanted this conversation to go. He wanted to be seen as some sort of hero that swooped in just in time, not the creepy pervert stalker of a girl just chilling and minding her own business.

She leans over and drags the chair from the other desk next to her. Shifting her own chair to the side of the desk, effectively setting up a place for Sugawara to sit.

“Are you going to watch the movie with me or not?” She pats the seat of the chair. Sugawara hesitantly sits down next to her and nods slowly.

She closed out of the movie she was watching, and opened a new tab, typing away in English for a movie title. She asked if he was okay with subtitles, he nodded.

“One question, before we begin, why are you always in this empty classroom.”

“Because I’m the ghost that has been assigned to haunt this classroom.” She sticks her earbud into her left ear and hands Suga the right one.

“Really?” Suga whispers and tugs at the hair on the nape of his neck nervously.

“No!”

His ten minute internal clock passed, and he quietly excused himself from the room. She just waved at him, focusing intently on her movie again.

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The following week, Sugawara didn't stop by her classroom again, needing to prepare a little more intently for the upcoming matches. He wasn't a starter, but he needed to be there for the same reasons all players are apart of the team, because they made a commitment and loved volleyball.

Tanaka finally gave up trying to get Sugawara's attention, telling Nishinoya that Suga was too far gone to be helped.

"Ghost Girl still haunting you?" Tsukishima mocked.

Sugawara rolled his eyes, tossing Tsukishima a ball to put away.

Instead of going home by ways of his usual path, Sugawara decided to backtrack, passing through the hallway to go to the main entrance of the school.

She wasn't there though. Pursing his lips, he entered the classroom, just to inspect it. Turning on the lights, he almost dropped his water bottle in reaction to his sights.

The classroom had desks, the usual set up, but on the front board was a lengthy list. A To-Watch list, he deduced. Movies ranging from Oldboy by Park Chan-wook, to the animated Anastasia from 1997. There was a beanbag in the opposite corner to where Ghost Girl had been sitting.

He hadn't noticed how the classroom was essentially a movie theater since he had only peeked in, and the lights were off. The banner hanging from the windows stated: Karasuno Movie Club.

The back wall that typically stored cubbies for students to put stuff in was replaced by rows of CDs, a projector, blankets, and several notebooks. Sugawara picked up one of the notebooks, and flipped to the front page. The notebook had just been started, seeing as all the other pages were blank.

Karasuno Movie Club

Members: 1

Advisor: None, special permission from Principal

Funds: ¥3747.12

Goals: Watch the Letterboxd Top 200 before graduation

Acquisition for New Members: That white haired boy who stares at me sometimes (possibly) (probably not though, he didn't seem too impressed with the movie we watched) (i mean who leaves ten minutes into Crazy Rich Asians?)

Sugawara smiled, tucking the book back onto its place on the cubby shelf. He took out three one thousand yen notes from his bag, and a sticky paper. Thinking about what to write was quite possibly the hardest thing he had done today. Ending up on a short statement of how he would love to be considered apart of the club, and that the money was a donation for the club.

Maybe this little movie club could be a place only they share.

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Sugawara was surprised to say the least when his desk had a small envelope on it.

She wrote about how hard it had been to find out his name, but that signing his initials on the note had helped her to find him, and flipping through the yearbooks too. She said that she didn't know if she could trust him to join the club, again mentioning the time he left early from watching a movie with her. But if he would show up on Saturday, maybe she could let it slide.

Saturday came as quickly as it went.

He brought the good popcorn, a variety pack of treats, and a blanket.

She was crouched down, twisting the knobs on the old projector, casting a light on the pulled down screen at the front of the room.

The beanbag was just big enough for two.

The paper taped to the outside of the classroom door was simple: Now Showing - "Ju-On: The Grudge" and "The Perks of Being A Wallflower"

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koushi x reader #ghosts #movie club #movie club is so goated #strangers to lovers #he fully was so scared of her at first #like he truly believes in ghosts #he hates ghosts #but he likes her a lot #lilly's red string of fate

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tossawary · 8 months

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I've been thinking a lot about DCU stuff and Ace Attorney thoughts got mixed in by accident, because it's got a lot of the same themed, colorful character designs and silly pun names. So, of course, I started immediately daydreaming about a DCU-style Superhero AU for Ace Attorney. (I often do not fully control what I think about.)

And then I was like, "I think I just finally have to play Ace Attorney at this point, before I get stuck in a weird daydream loop because I don't know enough about the plot to worldbuild properly. I will let this be the final push to just start these games."

Based on my extremely limited knowledge (I have only actually played 2 episodes of the first game), here are my Superhero AU thoughts so far. I don't like 1-1 character role match-ups in general when I fuse worlds, so none of these AA characters are fully aligned with any particular DCU character.

Phoenix Wright would make a good speedster, I think. This is partially because of the spiky hair, but also because there's a terrible irony to being the fastest man in the world who keeps being too late to stop certain tragedies. It also suits the way he's apparently never properly prepared for anything but also quickly manages to pull through. He's probably still a defense attorney in his civilian identity. (In accordance with later games, he has to stop being a superhero for several years when he's framed for a crime.)

Besides Phoenix's mentor Mia, who is also both a superhero and a lawyer, ordinary civilian Larry Butz is the only person who initially knows that Phoenix has superpowers. He honestly hasn't told anyone Phoenix's secret identity! But Larry also somehow gets into more scrapes and "damsel in distress" situations than Lois Lane and he's not even an investigative reporter.

Mia Fey, Maya Fey, and Pearl Fey have a Shazam situation, I think, in which they transform into a "Mystic Champion" magically empowered by the ghosts of their ancestors. Like a Shazam & Danny Phantom fusion. Mia Fey was the first in her family to become a publicly known superhero. A lot of people don't know that it's not the original Mystic Champion (same face and same superpowered form as Mia, which breaks Phoenix's heart a little every time) until Maya or Pearl transforms back into a regular girl after the fight is over.

I think Miles Edgeworth is a Batman type hero, but one still partially ensnared by Manfred von Karma, who is his Ra's al Ghul. (This makes Franziska into Talia, but there is definitely nothing romantic there.) Maybe he does have superpowers of some kind, maybe not, and he could still potentially be a prosecutor. He doesn't have a Brucie persona, though. Phoenix is not impressed by Edgeworth's harsh and even cruel approach to vigilante work. (Steel Samurai was Miles' Gray Ghost or Zorro hero inspiration, I'm guessing.)

Gumshoe is Miles' Commissioner Gordon figure and doesn't know his secret identity yet. He's either going to learn in the middle of a really bad situation or he's just going to straight-up figure it out himself one day and scare the hell out of Miles.

I'm still thinking about characters like Kristoph and Klavier Gavin, Apollo Justice, and Trucy Wright, but I don't know enough about them to fully flesh these thoughts out yet. I think the Gavins would make good Kryptonian equivalents (a cold and calculating Superman and a rockstar Supergirl), Apollo might make a good Wonder Girl equivalent (his bracelet becomes a Lasso of Truth) as the lost son of an Amazon, and Trucy would obviously be fun as a Zatanna type of hero.

#tossawary ace attorney #aa superhero au #long post #spoilers #phoenix wright #mia fey #maya fey #pearl fey #miles edgeworth #manfred von karma #franziska von karma #dick gumshoe #larry butz #kristoph gavin #klavier gavin #apollo justice #trucy wright #tossawary dc

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smutlord-supreme · 2 years

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What would the COD MWII men do if they found out you had a stalker

[A little self indulgent peice since I had a scare last night. Getting stalked in like my specialty so let me know if you want a full length peice 🤪]

SFW short peice, COD men x GN! Reader, mostly platonic but can be read as romantic too.

Cw: Stalking

Price

-Price would be on top of it. Replacing locks, installing cameras anything to make you feel safe.

-He would make an effort to spend time with you more often, pick you up from work, drop you off ect. And when he couldn't he would try to get freinds to stay with you so you didn't have to be alone

-He would want you to call the cops and report it but he wouldn't be pushy if it makes you uncomfortable.

-If he actually met your stalker he'd let them know, in no uncertain terms, that if they continued they would never walk again.

Graves

-Graves would probably get violent the fastest of anyone on this list. He seems possessive so anyone threatening 'his girl/boy/partner' would be a no go.

-He would push you to report it to the cops and I don't think he'd take no as an answer.

-He'd also want you to call off of work while he did some 'investigation' of his own.

-He might even come home with a German Shepard puppy so that you can have a 'guard dog' which would end up being spoiled

Ghost

-I thinking Ghost would be the most analytical of the group. Which may make you think he's just brushing it off at first, when he's really just thinking up solutions.

-You already have a guard dog so he sets out and buys motion activated flood lights and trail cameras.

-He'd make sure you didn't have to do anything, he'd call your boss, change your number, call the cops if you wanted. All so you don't have to worry.

-The day after telling him you'd wake up to a pantry stocked with your favorite treats (which Gaz delivered so that Ghost wouldn't have to leave you).

Soap

-Soap would freak out at first, he'd ask you a million questions and probably make you panic before apologizing.

-He'd run you and bath and call either Ghost or Price to ask for advice.

-After you're done the both of you would go to the hardware store and booby trap the house, Home Alone style. Which would make you laugh.

-He would also set real safety measures in place, Window locks, Cameras, Alert system you name it.

-He would spend every moment distracting you while the problem got fixed.

Gaz

-Normally silly Gaz would become very silent when you told him. Quietly anger radiating off of him.

-I headcannon Gaz as having had bad anger issues as a kid which he got under control as he got older.

-Gaz would get up and put you in the shower while he made phone calls. Putting on your comfort show when you got out and sitting on the couch with you, rubbing your shoulder absent-mindedly.

-There would be a knock at the door and it would be one of his old police buddies. Gaz would apologize because he knew it would be hard to tell what happened, but it was important to get this guy caught.

-He'd stay home with you when he could and using his connections he would do whatever he could to get you an escort when he wasn't.

-When whoever was stalking you got caught he would roast the shit out of what they looked like (petty I know) making you laugh.

Alejandro

-Alejandro would be very vocal almost immediately, comforting and coddling you before setting off to fix the problem.

-He would round up Rudy and go find the person himself. Verbally (and maybe just a little physically) threatening them.

-He'd get back to comforting you as fast as possible though. Assuring you that you're safe and no one could harm you.

-He'd be more protective, almost overbearing for a week or two. He doesn't want this to ever happen again

-Depending on how bad it was he might adopt a little yappy dog (chihuahua, rat terrier, Yorkie, you know the type) to act as a first warning system and companion.

Rudy

-Rudy would start comforting you immediately, before making calls to freinds.

-Both Rudy and Alejandro don't trust the local police and army so it narrows down the number of people that can help. He'd probably go straight to Los Vaqueros.

-He would make you some comforting food while he waits for Intel. Sitting on the couch to eat instead of the dining table like normal.

-When the call finally came that your stalker had been captured he would go down to the base to confront them himself. Causing a nasty black eye before Alejandro pulled him off.

-Afterwards he'd teach you how to shoot. He wants you to be innocent and pure, but not at the cost of your life

#cod headcanons #cod x you #captian price #soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #simon ghost riley #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #kyle gaz garrick

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hozaloza · 4 months

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"She knew she had a special talent with her eyes. Specifically, being able to see the signs a rift was going to open. It had always been something she noticed when she was a young girl. The first instance of this happening was when she was going to a haunted hotel with older cousins as a part of their little "vlog." She noticed something off about the building...the light flickering, the strange change in atmosphere...

She couldn't go in that building. She refused.

Annoyed at her, her cousin opt out of the overnight stay in spite of wanting to see ghosts. On the drive back, she would lecture Jasmine about really needing to face her fears eventually if she wanted to keep hanging with them. Jasmine scrunched her brows at her, 'I'm literally 10 years old, what do you want from me??'

Well, it didn't really matter what her cousin thought. Because when they came the next morning to pick up the others, they were in a deep coma. Jasmine never saw those cousins ever again.

Now, she was no longer scared of entering these places. She knew what to look for, when it'll happen, and if it extends out. Jasmine made her boss real proud. She was his proudest group member. This should have made her happy to be seen as important for the cause. But... she couldn't help but feel...empty." "......"

"A trick of the light"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Jasmine looked at Ryan, then to the paper she was being shown to her face. It couldn't be...this wasn't right...right? There was absolutely no way this was her boss's true intentions. She surely wasn't going to be disregarded after he gets the kids on his side, right?? He...he still needed her! She was the only one who could see the rift...

He...he needed someone to detect it so he doesn't get dragged in it. That was why she was by his side so often. She was the most important part of this plan, she had to have been there once the kids were fully convinced of the lie.

Right? Right?? ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Where am I?"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She stumbled on herself as she backed away, feeling her vision leave her. Come on, he had to be pulling her leg. Ryan was only pissed that she found out about his secret, he made this up, he had to had made it up.

She was going to be there. She wasn't going to be killed off after they succeeded in overthrowing the facility.

Jasmine looked up to meet the nurse's gaze, knowing he was a part of this sick joke. But he looked dead serious. No...nononononono...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Time fades away...like yesterday."

...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Jasmine fell to the ground, tears blurring her vision. He had to be wrong. This wasn't real. She was having a bad dream. Yes! A bad dream. A really...realistic...dream...

She pinched herself, it stung. She tried again. And again. And...again...

It was real.

This was the truth.

She was used. Again.

She couldn't breathe. Her lungs couldn't get enough air inside. She felt like puking. Her body kept shivering unbearably as she held herself. How did she end up here? Why did she ever take this job? Would she had been happier someplace else?? Would things be better if she had declined his offer all those years back...?

"Jasmine..." ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY!"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She lashed out at Ryan, swatting away his hand from her shoulder. She forced herself to get up, almost falling over again from how weak she had gotten after the truth finally sunk in. The tears fell from her face, she couldn't bear it anymore. She was agitated. She needed to let this anger out on somebody... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Your vicious lies, they're killing me."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She yelled, clenching her hair as she paced the room. Ryan deserved to be yelled at. He was a fucking loser who couldn't even make any other friends other than Thomas and her. He was a pathetic man who got angered easily. He was a wimp who was scared of being left out, so he applied to work at the same facility in the same group to...to.... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"And things will never be the same"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ...He applied to the same hellhole just to be with his friends... He signed a contract with a corrupted government run facility just to see his friends. To see Thomas. To see...her. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"It's over now"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ And here she was, yelling at him as if he was a stranger that agitated her. Jasmine had become cold to her own friend. Her friend who thought he lost the only people who he could trust in this hell hole. He was suffering in this place by himself, fearful for his own life... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"And I'm to blame."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Because of her. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

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tytarax2 · 4 months

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Grimm FC & Iron Tank love language

You don't know how much I love this kind of messages <3

I'm going to write the most recognized players

Grimm FC

Vladimir Savich:

Quality time

Live to spend time with you at home

In peace and tranquility

But he also invites you on dates

In the house of terror at the amusement park

He'll tease you, as a grown-ass adult

"You're not scared, are you?"

Once he took you to a TOTALLY REAL haunted mansion at 3 frikin a.m.

How real must it have been, since you didn't saw any ghosts. "I think I scared them away"

There are also other dates, like... Idk, museum dates

Oh yeah, the two of you staring at abstract art, pocking fun at them

"This one looks like you"

Coach Belmont (Bcs... why not):

Acts of service

He'd serve you breakfast in bed, at the same time giving you a little flower

Every single day

It's... curious to say the least, seeing your stoic man present you with a flower

He also wants to make sure you're never feeling bored or anything

"Where would you like to go?"

You just say it

Sorry, there is not enough material for this guys

Iron Tank

Johann Uber:

Physical touch

This big baby

I just love him

Do you need reassurance?

He'd give your shoulder a little squeeze

Loves when you sit on his lap, you both in complete silence

While giving each other some kisses 737

Having a bad day?

Bear hug

Stroking your tear-soaked cheeks in one hand while rubbing your back with the other

(He loves those tears of yours oh so much)

What better way to help his girl... making her forget about all matters... physically

Cause the last time I checked, he wasn't good with words

Oh lord, forgive me, I'm so head over heels for this man

Thor:

Physical touch

Oh this clingy cute guy

He loves cuddling

But can't stay still

Constantly twists and turns and takes you with him

Hugs you every time he can

Hugs you from behind

Also, he'll grab your arm as you're walking and pull you into a bone-crushing hug

Could hold you forever

Squeezes as hard as he... can? No, as hard as you can resist.

Ja Nein:

Words of affirmation

He speaks... all the time

But sometimes, at least with you, he speaks when he has to

Whenever he shows affection for you, it's never too less

You did a good job on some task?

"Zank you, you'fe done so vell"

"I'll alvays be here for you" He'll say with a quick peck when you're feeling bad

Because of his amazing communication skills, it's rare that you two quarrel

But in those cases

"I'm sorry if I was out of line. My intention is not to hurt you"

Turns out, he's quite eloquent at some times... while you're speechless.

"The Mangler":

Does anyone know this guy's name?

Quality time

He's just a sucker for spending all his time with you

"Come help me with this?" When he's busy

More than often, part-time babysit all the team, keeping the chaotic guys in check.

One of your favorite activities is taking baths together.

Take turns to wash each others hair

Playfully splashing water

He's also a great listener

He also like going on adventures with you

Hiking being one of the favorites

Baking together

Masterlist

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imtherain · 2 years

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The Difference Between There and Here

Heyo

So it’s been a holiday, right? For me it’s Christmas which means going home to the frozen wastelands my parents live in. But it’s pretty. And as one does, I got lonely being home, and I’ve been super in love with Simon “Ghost” Riley, so this happened. It is extremely self indulgent and technically not finished. But I wanted to post it anyway, so I chopped it up, glued it back together, and made this little thing out of it.

Maybe one day I’ll finish it in the way I originally planned, but for now, this is how it is.

Warnings: Christmas talk, travel, forbidden relationship, snow, family, no pancakes, threat of bad tea. Some vague allusions to naughty things. idk it’s pretty tame.

Anywho

~~~

“You got any plans for Christmas, hen?” Soap asked. I was laying on the couch in the rec room, feet over one armrest, face to the army grade ceiling. It wasn’t often we got leave around a holiday, but the stars had aligned, and we’d been cleared to go our separate ways, go home, go anywhere we wanted.

“I’m going to go home, I think. Haven’t been back in what? Three years?” I was staring at the places where the tiles of the ceiling connected. My parents didn’t understand where I was or what I did for a job. They just knew I worked in England for the government. They didn’t even know which government employed me. Even so, I was kind enough to not explain how closely I walked with death so they didn’t worry about me anymore than necessary.

“I bet they’ll be happy to see you,” Soap smiled. “I’m going to see me mam too,”

“I’ll bring you treats from my mom if you promise to bring me back some from yours,” I grinned back.

“Deal,” He said.

“What’s got you all smilie,” Ghost entered the rec room from behind the couch, so I couldn’t see the tall man until he put his hands on the back of the couch above me.

“Just talking about Christmas,” Soap said. “Say, you got any plans LT?”

“No,” Was all he said as a reply. I looked up at him and while he glanced down at me briefly, he kept his eyes on Soap.

“Wanna come home with me?” Soap asked, batting his eyes like a teenage girl. I could almost hear Ghost’s eyes roll.

“Negative,” Ghost said.

“Oh come on, my mam would love to have another mouth to feed, I was gonna ask y/n, but she’s heading home to her own family,” Soap said it as if it was such a crime for me to go to my own family.

“I’m sorry to abandon you so heartlessly,” I was grinning though. Soap sighed dramatically.

“Well, I’m going to go pack up my shit, I’m leaving in a few hours,” Soap stood and stretched, his shirt riding up since he hadn’t had it tucked in properly.

“Merry Christmas!” I called after him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call you,” Soap made a cheesy phone gesture as he waved at us. He was gone just like that.

“You really not doing anything, Ghost?” I asked, laying my head back to look at him. His eyes were tracing my face in that way that made my cheeks get hot.

“Affirmative,” He said, just staring at me. I frowned slightly.

“There anywhere you’d like to go?” I asked.

“Not really,” He leaned down on the back of the couch and reached out to poke me in the cheek. “I’ll just be here, do some paperwork, read,”

“You want some company for that?” I teased him. He moved to run the last knuckle of his finger along my cheek. Without realizing it I leaned into the touch.

“No, you’ve got your own plans,” His eyes were trained on the spot his finger held against my cheek. I hummed at him.

“I don’t want you to be alone on Christmas,” I told him.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, likely won’t be the last,” He drew his hand back, but his eyes remained on my face.

“You could come home with me,” I told him. “It’s nothing fancy, just my parents and me. No big crazy parties or giant family gatherings. Just the three of us and some shitty movies and way too much food.”

“That sounds nice,” Ghost said. “But no,”

“Why not?”

“Don’t want to scare your mother,” He deflected.

“Oh please,” I rolled my eyes at him. Ghost was smiling behind his fabric mask, just barely. I could tell by the way his eyes softened.

“I’ll be fine here,” Ghost said again.

“I’ll be better if you came with me,” I told him. This made him look away. We hadn’t talked about feelings yet. But there was always something there in the air between us. Nevermind the nights we found ourselves with nothing between us at all.

“You best be careful how you say that,” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Might give me the wrong idea,”

“You offering to come keep my bed warm tonight then?” I asked with a smirk of my own.

“Officially, I have to say no,”

“Hasn’t stopped you before,” I reminded him with a cheeky grin. He hummed slightly. “But really, I’m leaving in the morning, 0800, if you change your mind.” I stood up and stretched like Soap had. His eyes followed the movement, a hungry glint visible above his mask.

I winked at him before heading towards my bunk, hoping he’d follow me, but knowing he likely would not.

I spent most of the night packing my gear and digging out my civilian stuff. I had a separate phone, keys to my car back home, some various other keys, exactly two sets of clothes I could never wear on base, and my stash of cash that I kept for just this sort of situation.

I went to bed, duffle packed up and waiting by the door. I settled into the bunk and sort of wished Simon had followed me to bed, if only just to say goodbye.

I woke up at the same time as always, a habit from living with the 141 for so long now. I finished my morning routine easily enough, but imagine my surprise when I returned to my room to find a tall shadow waiting for me at my door, his duffle bag over his shoulder.

“Good morning,” I said, eyebrow raised. He watched me open my door.

“Plane leaves soon,” Ghost said from the doorway.

“It does,” I agreed. I picked up my own bag and came back out into the hall. “You joining me LT?”

“Figured you needed someone to keep an eye on you,” He shrugged. I scoffed at him.

“Sure,” But I shut my door and started heading for the hanger, Ghost following me like a shadow.

It was a long journey home.

Across an ocean to the East Coast of the US. Another flight to the Twin Cities and a puddle jumper that Ghost barely fit in to get to the center of Wisconsin. The state I grew up in. The state I had lived in for most of my life.

I called my mom after we’d picked up my banana yellow pickup truck.

“Hey mom,” I smiled as my call was answered. “Guess who’s in town?”

“Baby!” My mom’s voice came over the radio. “Are you really?”

“Yup, and we’re about 2 hours away.”

“‘We’re’?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m bringing someone home for Christmas,” I said. I could feel Ghost staring at me from the passenger seat, but I chose to ignore him, keeping my eyes on the road.

“Ooooh?” My mom was excited and reverted to a twelve year old girl. “Who is it? Is it a boyyy?”

“He is a boy I’m pretty sure,” I teased. “And you’re on the speakers, so be careful what you say,”

“Is this that guy you were telling me about? The one with the big hands?”

“MOM I SAID YOU WERE ON SPEAKER,” I felt my face flame as Ghost suppressed a laugh.

“Sorry, sorry,” She laughed back. I rolled my eyes because I knew she did it on purpose. “Do we need to get anything for you both? I can send your dad to town,”

“Oh no, we’re good. And we mostly need showers and sleep because we’ve been going since 5am England time,” I told her.

“I still need that cup of tea,” Ghost said.

“And we need a cup of tea,” I repeated even though I knew my mom could hear him.

“You sound lovely,” My mom cooed. “We look forward to meeting you,”

“Likewise,” He replied.

“Well, we’ll be there soon, just wanted to give you a heads up. Oh and don’t worry about getting the room ready or anything, I can do it when we get home.”

“Ok, well, drive safe! We’re so excited to see you baby!”

“Love you,” I said.

“Love you too,” She replied before I hung up.

“Sorry, she’s very excitable,” I laughed, hoping he didn’t make a big deal out of her comment.

“Big hands, huh?” Of course not.

“They match your big head,” I stuck my tongue out at him and he chuckled, crossing his arms and settling back into the seat. “Are you seriously going to sleep more? You’re going to be up all night,”

“We sharing a bed?” I was surprised by this question.

“Um, probably, there’s just the one bed in the guest room. It’s a king sized bed if that helps, or I can sleep on the couch,” I told him, unsure if he wanted to sleep together or not.

“If you’re in bed with me, I’ll sleep just fine,” He said and yet again, my ears grew hot. Somehow it was worse now that we were off base. There was less pretense maybe, but either way, his effect on me hadn’t gotten any weaker.

“You’re a romantic, Ghost,” I shot back.

“You going to introduce me to your mom as ‘Ghost’?” He asked.

“I do call you that most often,” I said. “Though they are likely going to ask you a ton of questions anyway, maybe calling you Simon would be easier,”

“That’ll do,” He agreed, settling again.

“Simon?” I asked, tasting his name as though it were new to me. He made a hmm sound in acknowledgement. “Thank you for coming with me,”

He turned his face to me then and his eyes, while tired, were solid and sure as they traced my profile. I glanced at him and gave him a small smile. He nodded once and shifted so that his arm rested on the center console with mine. It made me brave enough to slide my fingers into his. I half expected him to pull away, but instead, he just brushed his thumb along my palm a few times before he drifted off into that light sleep he always seemed to have waiting for him behind his eyelids.

The rest of the drive was uneventful. Just a quiet ride, the hum of my tires, Simon’s soft breathing. If I didn’t have to drive, it would have been easy to just fade into the moment and disappear.

As we got closer to home, the snow got deeper, the speed limit got slower, and the trees got taller. Like driving straight into the past.

Simon finally stirred when we drove through town.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” I squeezed his hand. He looked at me for a moment as if he’d forgotten where we were. “Need anything, love?” I asked carefully. I wondered if he’d had a bad dream, or one of the ones you couldn’t quite remember, but held onto you after you woke.

“No,” He sat up and took his hand from me. I was just happy to have had it for as long as I’d been able to. It was nice that for once, no one was watching us.

“We’re actually almost there, like 15 more minutes, I promise,” I said.

“Good,” He looked out the window, taking in the small town. There was a gas station, a bar, a restaurant. An old motel eight that had been converted into something forest themed. The high school.

“That’s where I went to school,” I told him. “I did prom, the whole thing, wore a purple dress.” I smiled at the memory. “And never in a million years did I think I’d end up doing what we do.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Do you?” I looked at him for a moment while we waited for the light to change.

“I didn’t have much else to do,” He said.

“I worked a lot of shitty jobs,” I said. “Did a lot of stuff that anyone could do. But then I ended up in the right place at the right time, and suddenly I didn’t need to wear dresses anymore,”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress,” Simon mused.

“Would you want to?” He shrugged. The light turned and we headed away from town, out into the growing darkness of the woods.

“I bet you’re pretty in a dress,” He said as if he had had to think about it for a moment.

“As if I’m not pretty otherwise,” I snorted.

“Last time I compliment you,” He shot back.

“I was teasing you,” I told him. “You know, like couples do,” the term felt weird in my mouth, but good.

“What else do couples do?”

“Oh you know, hold hands, kiss each other, cuddle? I don’t know, haven’t dated anyone… probably ever now that I think about it.” I told him. “Haven’t you dated someone before?”

“No,” He said.

“Come on really? Never? I bet you were really popular with the ladies when you were in school,”

“Not particularly,” He said.

“Then how the fuck did you get so adept with your mouth?” I asked before I could think about it. He actually chuckled at that.

“You might be surprised to know, you can have sex with someone without dating them,” He explained. “Besides, you were easy to figure out,”

“I should be offended,” I shook my head. “Speaking of sex, probably don’t be too crude around my parents, they still think I’m fifteen,”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Simon said.

“Please just behave,” I said.

“No promises,” I could hear the grin in his voice.

The lights of town were long gone, and the sun had faded beyond the trees. The clock said it was only 5pm, but this far north, that was almost full dark already. I turned down the next road that cut through the forest and then there it was. The house I grew up in.

The front porch was all lit up with big hanging bulbs, which were covered in the most recent snowfall. The pine trees that towered over the house were blanketed in white as well, the yard almost waist deep in snow. I parked my truck in the driveway and just stared for a long moment. I could see the lights on inside the house and the hint of movement.

“You good, Angel?” The callsign made me look at him.

“Just, it’s been a long time,” I told him. He shuffled a bit and pulled off his balaclava. My eyes grew wide. “Why hello handsome,” He ran his fingers through his blond hair, trying to bring back the waves that his mask had crushed.

“Figured there would be less questions,” He said.

I smiled at him and reached out to touch his face. There were less scars there than most people thought. The rumors usually say he wore the mask to hide deformity. But really, he was quite handsome, fair skin, strong nose, strong jaw. And those lovely eyes I always loved to see. One eyebrow was split with an old scar, and it was clear his nose had been broken more than once. I always told him he was perfect, even though I knew he very rarely believed me.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I told him. Simon leaned into my hand and kissed my palm.

“I’ll do it for you,” He said and I swear my heart stopped. I ran my fingers over his hair to adjust a few more of his waves before giving a big sigh.

“Well, we can’t sit out here all night,” I said as if that decided it. I turned off the truck and hopped out before my anxiety decided it would be better to pull out and drive all the way back to England.

Simon was behind me when I opened the door.

My parents’ dogs both started barking, not knowing who I was right away. I smiled seeing them. One was a big lab, Zeva, and one a small mix of fluffy breeds I couldn’t remember, who sometimes answered to Taya.

“Ok, ok! It’s just me,” I told them, and they both were happy to sniff me and ask for pets. I was able to rub Zeva’s head once before they were shooed by my mom. I felt my throat pinch seeing her. She looked the same as I remembered her, maybe a little older, hair a little grayer. I hugged her without even putting my bag down.

“It’s so good to have you home,” She said into my shoulder. I was taller than her normally, but with my boots on, more so. When she finally let me go she caught sight of Simon, who was still standing in the doorway, back straight.

“Oh, yeah, this is Simon,” I said, stepping farther into the house, dropping my bag. Trying not to make a big deal out of the fact I’d brought a man home, nevermind all the other things I was hiding from her about what I did for a living. About how closely I walked with death.

I swallowed all the things that rose in my throat to choke me. I had faced worse things than my mother.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Simon,” My mother smiled at him.

“You too, ma’am,” He extended his hand and she took it in both of hers.

“Ma’am? No need to be so formal,” She laughed again, just happy to have us. He nodded and I watched him with a small smile. I hadn’t really thought too much on how this might feel for him. I knew his family hadn’t been good and that he had nothing even close to it anymore. That was part of why I asked him to come with me.

My dad appeared from the living room. In his prime, he’d been six foot two, so Simon wasn’t quite so big compared to him. I hugged him and introductions were made.

“Well, come sit,” My mom said, ushering us into the living room. As soon as we sat down, Taya, the smaller of the two dogs, decided it was time to run around the living room, including across and over Simon since he was in the normal spot she ran to get to the back of the couch. He cursed under his breath as she did it but I just laughed at him.

“Sorry, she’s a ball of energy,” I told him. I was sure my parents couldn’t tell the difference in his face, as it was outwardly stoic. But I could tell he didn’t mind.

“It’s fine,” He said. “Just never seen a dog so small,”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“That one looks more my speed,” He nodded to Zeva who was laying happily on the rug, just vibing.

“That’s Zeva and she’s a princess,” I told him, quite seriously.

“Takes after you then,” He teased and I elbowed him. Zeva, having heard her name (and title) came over and set her head in my lap, asking for pets. I gave her lots.

“How was the flight?” My mom asked.

“Long, we were in the air for almost 12 hours,” I groaned. “But we’re here now, and I can already hear the bed calling my name,” I yawned as though my body needed to agree.

“No! You just got here,” My mom complained.

“I’m not going to bed just yet, don’t worry.” I told her. “And I’m pretty sure I owe someone a decent cup of tea,” I patted Simon’s thigh and he narrowed his eyes at me, just slightly.

“I can make it,” My mom said, about to stand, but I was quicker.

“No, no, he’s picky,” I said, heading into the kitchen. But a devious thought entered my mind.

“So, Simon, tell us about yourself,” My dad said. I could see the couch where Simon sat from the kitchen, but my parents couldn’t see me. I got the kettle out and filled it, setting it onto the stove top. I dug through the tea chest that had been in the same spot in the kitchen since I was about eight.

I could hear Simon try to answer my parents' questions as vaguely as he could. It was strange to me hearing him talk about himself. Normally, he just ignored questions, but he was trapped by a mix of social obligation and the fact he had literally nowhere to run. It was a whole side of him I hadn’t had the pleasure of knowing until now.

When I thought he’d suffered enough, I hit some buttons on the microwave, knowing that Simon would kill me if I microwaved his tea.

“Bloody hell,” He muttered standing. “Angel, you better not be microwaving my tea,” He warned, coming for me in the kitchen.

“Told you he was picky,” I said loud enough for my parents to laugh. He stopped next to me when he realized I hadn’t actually microwaved anything. “Like I would fuck up your tea,” I whispered. He narrowed his eyes at me.

“You’ll pay for that,” He said softly. I bumped my shoulder into him.

“What kind of tea?” I asked, pointing him to the tea chest. He picked one while the kettle began to whistle. “Anyone else want some?” I called into the living room. My dad said no, no surprise. My mom said sure. So I went to the cupboard and grabbed mugs, Simon put the tea bags in and poured the water in. I grabbed the milk and added it to his. I added honey to mine and my moms and Simon just rolled his eyes at me, because that ‘wasn’t how you made tea’.

Simon relaxed with tea in hand.

Though it might have been the fact that I could field most questions now that I was sitting between him and my parents. Eventually, 9 pm rolled around and my parents headed off to bed. Goodnights, I love yous, we’re happy you’re homes.

“How are you doing, love?” I asked Simon as the house stilled for the night. His eyes were tired, but his face was soft. He put his hand on my thigh.

“Tired,” He said.

“Does that mean you won’t stay up and watch Family Fued with me?” I smiled when Simon rolled his eyes at me.

“You won’t make it ten more minutes,” He said.

“Since I didn’t get to nap all the way here, I suppose you’re right,” I scooted closer to him so that I could swing my legs across his lap. “And we both need a shower,”

“Could always save water and shower together,” His mouth twitched towards a smirk.

“That sounds lovely, but we won’t both fit in the shower here,” I took his hand in mine and traced his knuckles with my finger. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Go on,” He said.

“I’m looking forward to sleeping with you without having to worry about getting caught,” I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed his knuckles.

“Hmm,” He smiled at me, a sight I so rarely got to see unobstructed.

“And I won’t lie, I’m enjoying seeing your face,” I admitted, scooting just a little bit closer, hoping he’d let me get close enough.

“Don’t get used to it, Angel,” He almost purred.

“Why do you get to use my callsign and I don’t get to use yours?” I mused, fingers tracing along his jaw. I followed one light scar from near his ear down the side of his neck. He tipped his head for my fingers to trace back along his throat.

“Habit,” He admitted. “You should go get cleaned up,”

“You saying I smell bad, LT?” I almost whispered it.

“Say my name,”

“Simon,” I murmured. He smirked at that.

“Say it again,”

“Simon,” I repeated, smirking back. My fingers moved to grab a handful of his shirt.

“Again,”

“Simon,” I pulled him close enough that his name was a prayer against his lips.

“Again,” His breath mixed with mine.

“Simon,” And I tugged him that last bit closer to cover his mouth with mine.

~~~

Inspiration Pictures:

My mom’s porch/Yard being pretty

Princess Zeva

And Taya (who was begging me for pizza)

[Masterlist]

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost x reader #christmas #christmas fic #shameless self insert #doggo #snow

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eerna · 7 months

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I really like your response to the anon asking about what are the strengths of TFOTA. I think you nailed it regarding how Holly Black hit it out of the park, and I’m curious if you can expand on what you think some of the series missteps were. (TFOTA is an all-time fave for me, but nothing is perfect!)

For me, I think the way she structures her books into different parts does make them drag a little (especially some parts of the middle of The Wicked King). Like sometimes it feels like characters are spinning their wheels a bit while she’s setting everything up for the plot, but I ultimately don’t mind this because her plots are so well executed.

As always, love your breakdowns and critiques so just curious to hear more!

Ayyy thanks, glad you agree! :D

OO yes I heard that as an often critique of her stuff! I do think you're right and the slowness is present, but to me it's not an issue since the characters are fun enough for me never to be bored. I'm the kind of reader who can enjoy the slowest thing imaginable as long as the characters interest me.

Structured like the strengths post, my main issues. 1) The YA writing style of overexplanation. These books are sometimes great at leaving things unsaid, but other times they beat you over the head with the same thing over and over again or go into explanations for stuff you'd think is understood. Example: Jude constantly repeating it is messed up she lives with the guy who killed her parents in book 1. Like. Okay. We know. Trust us we didn't forget it's wrong to kill people and steal their kids. Of course, her constantly thinking about her trauma is part of her character, but it can be expressed in different ways - examples of how this was done well were "I love Madoc, I could love anyone" or "I get scared and I remember the smell of my mother's insides". 2) The repeating stuff from my list of pros... where it doesn't belong. Sometimes characters do or say stuff because HB wants them to do or say them bc she likes to write about it, but it makes NO sense. This was my main issue with TSH - for example, there is absolutely no reason for Oak and Suren's relationship to draw parallels with Jude and Cardan's to the point of repeating phrases, because they are so different that it jerks me right out of the story being told. 3) The editor is asleep on the job. There are quite a few basic editing errors - the amount of times characters smile or grin per page, and the continuity errors. This is the most frustrating aspect because it is so easy to solve!!!!! Just read it once more and click delete!!!! 4) Sometimes HB's "let's go back and elaborate on something from the past to give it a new dimension" works great, and sometimes it makes no sense. Examples: the Ghost betraying Jude because he was forced to, Locke being an Undersea collaborator and a gancanagh. 5) Taryn. She gets her own point because I love her and it's so unsatisfying how she ended up. She spends 2 books girlbossing and being such a sympathetic traitor, then gets pregnant and decides to stop being the worst offscreen and never does another plot relevant thing again. I don't know if HB got tired of her or if she realized everyone hated her and decided to sideline her so people would stop yelling, but MAN is it such a standout bad conclusion among a sea of good ones. 6) JUSTICE FOR OAK GREENBRIAR MY SHORT KING he was always described as tiny and underdeveloped for his age RIGHT up until he became a love interest, when he SUDDENLY started towering over everyone while still overflowing with short king energy. This is a joke to end the list on a happy note but also I would pay for a version of TSH where my monster girl has to lean down to kiss her bf

#eggtina #eernask #eernask talk tfota

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jaeheratargaryen · 20 days

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Childhood Challenge

featuring @helaenasdreamfyres & @goldaegontargaryen

The nightmares were becoming more and more frequent for little Jaehaera. At only five years old, the young princess had her nights constantly tormented by dreams that kept her awake for hours until exhaustion forced her to fall asleep again. This routine had many consequences, Jaehaera would often fall asleep during her lessons, and sometimes the maids couldn’t wake her, thinking she was ill.

But she wasn’t sick. The dreams that disturbed her were tied to wars, a man with blue skin who brought snow, a world without dragons and with only one Targaryen. It was a world she didn’t want to live in, yet she visited it every time she closed her eyes at night.

That was when she came up with a plan. She would stay awake all night and only sleep when she was so exhausted that she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.

In the darkness of her room, Jaehaera’s lilac eyes searched for something to focus on. Only the light of the moon illuminated her room, casting shadows and shapes from the furniture that fed her vivid imagination, making her see monsters that weren’t there.

Tired of the fear that her room provoked, Jaehaera decided to explore the castle.

Her bare feet felt the cold stone floor beneath them. Clad in her nightgown and with her long platinum hair, anyone who saw her might think she was a ghost of some ancestor. The girl walked silently, trying not to catch the attention of any guards.

The princess’s eyes sparkled as she observed the castle at night. It was so quiet, mysterious, and yet beautiful. She noticed details she couldn’t see during the day due to the fast pace of life and the many people who filled the castle.

“Jaehaera?” She heard her name called out. The deep, strong voice could only belong to one person. The girl stopped and slowly turned toward the direction from which her name had been called.

“What are you doing up, my dear? It’s very late.” her father asked. Unknown to her, Jaehaera had wandered past an open door, where her father stood, looking at her with confusion.

“I couldn’t sleep…” the princess began, watching as her father approached. “So I decided to take a walk.” It was the truth. Jaehaera wasn’t good at lying, and if she did, she was quickly caught.

“I’ll walk you back to your room. It’s much too late for a stroll.” Aegon said, guiding his daughter back to her chamber.

Once back in bed, her father tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable enough to have a good night’s sleep. But Jaehaera was still afraid to close her eyes and fall into the same nightmares.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked. The princess nodded, but her father could tell that something was troubling her. Her small face and troubled expression were a clear sign, especially to Aegon, with whom Jaehaera shared a strong bond.

“What’s wrong, Jaehaera? You can tell me.” he said, a gentle and reassuring smile on his face. Jaehaera felt she could confide in him, knowing her father would help find a solution.

“I’m scared to close my eyes… When I sleep, I have bad dreams, and I don’t want them. I just want to sleep well!” A deep sigh escaped from Jaehaera’s lips, followed by a large yawn. She was exhausted—tired of the nightmares and too tired to sleep.

Aegon began to run his fingers through his daughter’s platinum hair, gently stroking it to reassure her that she wasn’t alone. “I understand, Jaehaera. But we can’t control our dreams… When it happens again, you can call for me or your mother, and we’ll tuck you in, and the nightmares will go away. Just like tonight, you won’t have any bad dreams.”

“Promise?” she asked softly.

“I promise.”

A small smile appeared on Jaehaera’s face as her eyes closed, ready for a peaceful night’s sleep.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly, and Jaehaera was happy. She had managed to sleep through the night without nightmares. She couldn’t wait to tell her father.

But first, she followed her usual routine. When the maids arrived, they took her to have breakfast with her mother and siblings.

“Good morning, everyone!” the princess exclaimed, her voice bright and cheerful.

“Good morning, Jaehaera. You woke up very happy today,” Helaena remarked, noticing her daughter’s joyful mood.

As Jaehaera sat in her chair, she asked, “Mother, have you seen father today?”

“I have… He told me about what happened last night.” Helaena replied calmly. Jaehaera felt a small pang of worry, wondering if she might be in trouble for staying up so late. But at the same time, her mother had never been strict and always treated her with kindness.

“One way to avoid nightmares is to express them.” Helaena said gently.

“How?” the little princess asked, confused.

“You can write about them, draw them… you can even embroider. Embroidery helps you relax, and it often helps you fall asleep.” Her mother’s voice was soft and full of love, as it always was. Jaehaera saw Helaena as a peaceful and loving figure, someone she could always turn to for comfort. “I can teach you if you’d like.”

A wide smile spread across the princess’s face. She had always admired her mother’s embroidery, amazed at how she could create beautiful images with just a few threads. Perhaps, by putting her nightmares onto fabric, they would leave her mind, just as her mother said. And it would also be a way to spend more time with her, which Jaehaera loved.

“I would love that, Mother.”

#childhood challenge #character challenge #🐲 pov

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stuff-i-write-for-fun · 5 months

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MOANING MYRTLE

Part 3

The girl who never got to grow up…

Myrtle underestimated the immensity of the castle, she had been floating for a while, not remembering where was the nurse’s office for obvious reasons and not wanting to ask anyone for directions for even more obvious reasons. But now, she was lost and was about to give up when she heard something, something other than the usual happy discussions between students.

A heartbeat…

One that she felt strangely drawn to. She followed the sound and soon found herself in front of the nurse's office. Now that she was actually here, she felt nervous…She didn't want to appear too desperate and took a big gulp of inexistant air before floating through the door in the familiar infirmary where she used to come often when she was alive, that it'd be for medical exams or just to escape her bullies. She floated around, trying to spot the white-haired boy among the many young teens laying in bed. She soon found Draco Malfoy on the farthest bed on the right and floated down next to him, his heartbeat calling her. Before she could truly think twice about it, she lowered her ear just above Draco’s chest and closed her eyes to enjoy the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.

She could feel the steady beat of his heart, like a song, calling to her.

It was slow. Gentle. Steady.

At this moment, she felt completely and utterly calm.

And as she felt those emotions, she suddenly realized something else.

She had missed this sensation.

She had missed the sensation of listening to someone's heartbeat, of being so close to them, so connected.

She hadn't felt that way since...Him.

She shook her head at the memory before looking up at Draco’s sleeping face.

However, one of the nurses suddenly appeared and frowned at the scene.

"Wait, what are you doing here ?! This is no place for a ghost ! Shoo ! Shoo ! Go away !"

Myrtle froze and looked at the nurse.

For a moment, she did consider leaving.

But for some reason...she didn't want to.

She wanted to enjoy this feeling for as long as she could.

"I'm not hurting him. I'm just listening to his heartbeat..."

The nurse didn’t listen and still tried to swat her like a fly. She felt annoyed by the nurse's shoo-ing and even more when she tried to dismiss her with a visibly annoyed wave of her hand. She felt like an insect that the nurse would have certainly crushed under her foot if she could. Reluctantly, she straightened up and let the nurse take a look at Draco's condition.

"Is he going to be alright ?"

The nurse glanced at Draco's chart, then frowned and checked him again.

"He should be. His fever is going down and the potions are working effectively."

She frowned again and turned back to the ghost.

"I'm sorry, but I can't have a ghost in the infirmary. It's bad luck, you see..."

"Oh." Myrtle nodded understandingly. "I see…I was just checking on him. Just to see if he was going to be okay."

The nurse frowned.

"I don't see how that is any of your concerns, but…yes. He is stable. For now…"

She nodded.

"Thank you..."

The nurse frowned before getting up and glaring warningly at Myrtle.

"The poor boy needs rest, not a ghost to haunt him..."

Myrtle sighed.

"I'm not here to scare or possess him…If I were, you would be the first to know…"

The nurse only huffed disapprovingly at her before turning away and walking to her next patient.

The nurse left and Myrtle was alone with Draco once more.

She looked at him, at his calm face, at his slow, regular heartbeat.

He looked so peaceful.

She just wanted to stay here a little longer.

Just listen.

Just enjoy.

And she forgot the reason why she had come here in the first place.

She drifted a little closer and put her ear on his chest again, feeling completely at ease.

Myrtle then turned her face towards Draco on more who was still asleep and smiled at him before getting some strands of his strange blond hair out of his handsome face. She even found the odd idea that he was quite beautiful when faced up close. She wanted to see the color of his eyes that had been hooded with tears at the time he met her, she wanted to see him laugh, to see him cry, to even sit up and talk to her. Without realizing, she started mumbling, words tumbling out of her mouth while she was holding his hand..

"Stop mumbling, I'm trying to rest.."

To her surprise, the weak arrogant voice that had interrupted her in her waves of apologies was the one of Draco who had woken up a few moments ago, listening silently to her words until now. He stared right at her with some curiosity in his big blue eyes that looked so bright in the sunlight. She smiled in relief before floating in the air, twirling on herself in pure joy before shouting happily.

"He's alive ! He's alive !"

Draco's eyes suddenly lit up.

This was the most real emotion he had showed since the attack.

Draco stared at her with both fear and confusion at first, but somehow...a part of him just wanted this, wanted to believe that she was real and was not some hallucination or dream.

He blinked several times and rubbed his eyes, as if to erase the image he was seeing.

When his eyes opened again, she was still there, right in front of him.

It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts.

Draco frowned a little in incomprehension at her strange behaviour and wanted to tell her to quiet down but, surprisingly, couldn't help smiling at the notion that someone was actually happy of his quick recovery. Not even Pansy or Goyle had come to visit him…

"So, why are you here ? It's weird to see you anywhere but in that horrible bathroom of yours..."

He asked with a disgusted expression and she bit her lower lip in hesitation. She wanted to discuss what had happened yesterday night, but now, she didn't know what to say…Draco crossed his arms and arked an eyebrow expectantly at her.

"Well ? Are you here to mock me for yesterday ? Tease me about Potter nearly killing me and making me one of your toilet buddies forever ?"

She frowned at that before shaking her head vividly.

"I'm here, partly because I was worried and because of what happened before Harry's arrival...I wanted to know if you had felt it too...?"

Draco's face darkened when she said the word 'felt' as if his memories were suddenly brought back. In a way, she was touching the subject without really saying it directly.

Draco's eyes darted around the infirmary.

He didn't want anyone to see them talking like this.

"And what exactly do you think I saw, Moaning Myrtle ?"

She sighed at the nickname, guess it was back to formality then, and scratched the back of her neck in nervousness, a habit that she still had from the time she was human.

"We…touched ? Like…I am a ghost and I was able to actually touch you." She blushed embarrassingly at the word and seemed to only notice now how stupid it sounded. She floated away and stammered. "It…It was a mistake. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again. Goodbye Draco."

She then turned around to leave when suddenly, she felt a tug on her ravenclaw uniform. She turned around again, shocked by the fact that someone was actually tugging on her robe, and also how Draco seemed desperate when he nearly begged her to stay.

"No ! Wait ! I felt it too ! I just didn't want to say it first. Please, could you just stay for a while ? Please ?"

Draco wanted to be mad at her for her strange behavior yesterday...make that little ghost remember her place. But as she started floating away, he suddenly realized that he didn't want that.

He didn't want her to leave !

He grabbed her robe tightly, almost pleading with her to stay.

"Please, don't go."

He hesitated for a minute and continued.

"I...don't want you to leave."

He seemed to actually want her by his side and, too curious about Draco's request and the fact that he could touch her, came back on the seat next to him. He seemed to relax when he understood that Myrtle wasn't going to leave anytime soon. He laid back down and just stared at her for a while. Her own eyes refused to meet his, fixed on the ground. Her hands curled up on her lap nervously and she looked completely out of place in this infirmary room.

Draco followed her movements for a moment, taking in her gestures and expressions. He observed closely how she looked, the way she seemed so unsure of herself now that she was in this situation. He studied her, from her soft eyes to her hair, to her hands, small and yet, so delicate.

She was…adorable.

He shook at his absurd thoughts. A ghost couldn’t be adorable ! What was he thinking ?! And, suddenly, he realized something important...

"My father told me that you used to be a cowardly girl and really mousy. But you're not...at all what I expected."

She turned her eyes up to meet his and suddenly, she had a revelation. All this time...He hadn't judged her. He didn't care that she was dead and a ghost...or whiny. Or moaning.

He saw her.

He really saw her.

There was an intensity to his eyes that she couldn't quite understand, yet...made her feel comfortable, and warm.

She felt a small smile grace her lips.

"Draco Malfoy," she said slowly. "You are not quite the mean boy that others make you out to be."

Draco could not find the words to respond to her and his thoughts were racing too fast in his head.

Why did he feel like this ?

Why did she make so much sense now ?

His parents would have yelled at him, his friends would have mocked him...

But this...

This was something real, something that felt real...He was a stupid, spoiled, arrogant boy, surrounded in lies...But with her, in this moment, he felt none of that.

Draco blinked twice in astonishment He didn't know what to say either, but fortunately, she was the first to talk.

"So, can you do that with other ghosts ? Like, touching them ?"

He shook his head negatively.

"In first year, I tried to tackle the bloody baron as a dare, but I ended up with a bloody nose and a serious decrease in my self esteem..."

He grimaced in pain at the memory but then, he was surprised when he heard a small noise, like the laugh of a small mouse and was even more surprised to realise that it came from Myrtle herself.

She was laughing.

He had never heard her laugh. He had never even seen a smile on her face…Unlike what he had previously thought, her smile was nice. She made him think of a small rabbit, especially with these ridiculous ponytails, he found himself thinking and shook his head at the thought…A rabbit ? Seriously ? He would have face-palmed himself if most of his body was not still screaming in agony. Her smile disappeared quickly when she saw the slight frown of discomfort that had appeared on Draco's face.

Her chuckle stopped and a small frown appeared on her face. Draco was clearly in pain and she could tell that he was just trying to hide it.

Draco Malfoy, the handsome, arrogant, confident boy who would not flinch when facing Dumbledore himself, was clearly suffering.

Myrtle looked at him for a moment and realized that, for once, she didn't want this conversation to stop. He was in front of her and he was vulnerable, and there was something about it that made her want to be there for him.

"Does it still hurt ?"

Of course it did, but, he didn't want to appear needy or weak so he just shook his negatively.

"Nah...I'm just practicing the frown I will use when I see Potter again…Do you prefer this one ?"

He frowned theatrically.

"Or this one ?"

He asked while eye-crossing and sticking out his tongue.

He didn't know why he did it...He just wanted to hear her laugh again, but it failed. She just stared at him with a big frown and unamused expression.

"Yeah…Just like that..." He joked, but he knew that it would not succeed in making her move on from the subject. Her next question surprised him even more.

"I'm sorry to have hugged without your permission in the toilets, and I'm sorry to have touched your hand when you were unconscious…But now, I want to ask you properly, can I touch you ? I know it may sound silly but, when I touch you, I feel alive..." Myrtle asked and waited nervously for his answer.

Draco seemed to think about it for a moment.

He felt a strange connection with this ghost, one that he couldn't quite understand.

And then, he realized that, to him, she was far from silly.

Draco reached a hand and took hers.

"Hum…Sure, you can touch me."

Draco knew he should say no. Draco wanted to say no. He decided to say no. But, when his mouth opened, he said yes.

She looked at him with stars in her eyes and he extended his arm in front of her, curious to see what she would want to explore first. She looked at his arm for a while and lightly traced the upper part of his arm with her fingertips.

Even with the material of his sleeve separating them, he shivered as he felt the cold contact of her fingers with his skin. She looked at his arm with a certain adoration that filled his heart with pride a little but then, having felt the goosebumps raising on his skin, she stopped and glanced at him with worry.

"Does it...hurt ?"

The word felt foreign in her mouth but, she focused on his face, trying to find any sign of discomfort. But, he shook his head negatively a little too vividly.

"No…It's just a little cold."

As she traced his arm, Draco noticed how her eyes roamed freely over him and he felt his breath quicken.

She was so close to him and yet, Draco didn’t feel uncomfortable. For a moment, he almost had the urge to pull her into his arms, to hold her and forget about his duty and Voldemort and whatever darkness surrounding him...

He shook his head slightly as if to wake himself out of some dream.

She was a ghost.

She was not even real.

And yet she made him feel like none of that mattered.

She opened her eyes wide at the realization, she was a ghost. Of course she would be cold…She shook her head at her own silliness before getting up and stammering again.

"I…I should go...Dumbledore and Professor Snape will surely be there soon and I don't think they will appreciate it if they knew what we can do…"

Draco didn't want her to leave. He didn't even want her to stop touching him, but he knew better than to disagree and only nodded softly.

"Will you...I mean, can I visit you sometimes ? Again ? Tomorrow ?"

He felt foolish to even ask but, Myrtle only nodded sheepishly.

"Sure. My toilets will always be open to you, if you want to talk…"

He nodded again but, this time, when he raised his head again, Myrtle was gone. And soon, as she had predicted, Dumbledore and Snape came to nag him with their stupid questions, while his thoughts always came back to the little ghost with pigtails.

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