#went with lashton for this because i have a malum ghost au that i've been working on SINCE 2020

[allsassnoclass]

Imagine walking through the front door of your home and saying “Honey, I’m home!” as a joke because you live alone and then suddenly hearing “What took you so long??” from the living room.

The ghost that’s been haunting your house missed you and is demanding answers.

It’s your first time seeing them.

They’re cute.

"Honey, I'm home!" Luke calls, kicking the door shut behind him and almost dropping the shoebox full of old cassette tapes he's holding. He adjusts his grip at the last second, clumsily kicking off his shoes and trying to take off his coat as he does.

"What took you so long?"

Luke drops the box, overbalances while flinging his foot around in an attempt to dislodge his left sneaker, and ends up on the floor.

"Who are--don't--stay where--" he sputters, trying to push himself to his feet but his legs are all tangled and there are cassette tapes everywhere and what the fuck he lives alone why is there someone answering him and--

"Holy shit, are you okay?" someone asks, sounding far too concerned for a murderer. "You're the clumsiest human I've ever had here, but even you aren't usually this bad."

Luke makes a sound akin to a paper shredder and finally frees his arm from his coat enough to look up and see the prettiest man he's ever laid eyes on.

The man has light brown hair that curls gently around his ears and over his forehead, tattoos dotting his arms, and a strong jaw with tantalizing hints of scruff. His eyes are clear and light, and Luke's self-preservation leaves him in a desperate urge to get closer so he can see what color they actually are.

"Huh?" he says gracelessly.

The man blinks at him, turns around to look behind him, then turns back to Luke and points at his chest.

"You can see me?"

Luke nods dumbly. A voice that sounds uncannily like Michael yells at him to get it together, and suddenly reality sets back in.

"Who are you?" he yells, scrambling to stand and grab something he can brandish as a weapon. He finds one of the other shoes staying in a pile by his door and launches it at the stranger, who doesn't even flinch as it sails right past him. "Why are you in my house?"

"It was my house first, asshole!" the beautiful man scowls. "I'm your ghost! I've been here for three decades!"

Luke lobs another shoe at him and watches it sail right through the man's chest. He freezes with the sparkly boot he wore out last night in his hand, arm raised to throw but muscles locking instead.

The shoe went right through him. Because he's a ghost who has been creeping in Luke's house.

"Holy shit," Luke says, arm dropping.

"Yeah," the ghost agrees, still scowling. "You want to tell me why you were so late? I've been waiting here for over an hour."

"Did you miss me?" Luke asks, self-preservation gone again. The man crosses his arms and sighs, tension seeming to drain out of him incrementally.

"Maybe I did," the man says. Luke's heart starts beating in double time. "You've been living here for months. Maybe I've liked having you around."

Holy shit. This beautiful man has seen Luke being ridiculous and clumsy for months and missed him. He likes having Luke around.

Luke is totally, 100% fucked.