Ghost x gn reader
Here, have some platonic fluff. I just had the worst milkshake and I can still taste it- to be fair, I was warned
It all started with a craving. The desire, no, need for a milkshake was getting to you, but you didn't have any regular ice cream.
Ghost stood behind you in the kitchen as you checked the freezer, again.
"I wonder if a banana mint chocolate chip milkshake would be any good?" you wonder out loud.
"Sounds horrible. Wouldn't recommend it, love. I'll get some vanilla ice cream tomorrow and we can make a milkshake then," he says, leaning against the counter.
You glare playfully at him in response, not willing to back down just yet. "C'mon, don't knock it 'till you try it! You're such a hater," you huff.
Too tired to argue, Ghost rolls his eyes at you. "Alright, you win. We'll make the bloody milkshake." He sighs in defeat.
Gleefully, you grab the pint of mint chocolate ice cream, milk, and bananas. In hindsight, it was a horrible combination.
With the monstrosity successfully created, you pour a glass for yourself. You glance at Ghost, who is giving you some serious side eye right now.
"Want some?" You offer.
"I'd rather not," he says bluntly. That doesn't stop him from grabbing a mug and pouring himself just a little bit of it.
He raises the bottom half of his mask to take a sip. He immediately regrets the decision, a small grimace flashing across his face.
You take a sip as well.
It's bad. Worse than you thought. It smells strange and tastes worse- not that you'd ever admit it to Ghost.
"It's not that bad." You sigh, glancing at Ghost's reaction. "Like I said, you're just a hater!"
He raises an eyebrow at you. "It's all yours, love. I'm not gonna fight you for it." He lifts his hands in mock surrender.
Later, you're both sitting on the couch. You convinced him to watch the barbie moving with you, not that he was particularly paying attention to it.
You sigh, and he looks over at you.
"Somethin' the matter?" He grunts.
"It's the fucking milkshake! I can still taste it! It was awful, why did you let me drink that?" you rant at him, feigning annoyance.
He crosses his arms at you and gives you an 'I told you so' look.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he chuckles.
The next day, you're much happier after having a normal milkshake with vanilla ice cream.
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wait i just realised how much colder it would actually feel in Canada and went NO FUCKING WONDER YOU’RE ALWAYS COLD oh my fuck. i’m so sorry you’re in a perpetual freezer. how are your toes doing, do you even know if they’re still there???
Counting my toes rn, they're all accounted for!! I wear big socks and my slippers most of the time I'm in my apartment, but I just succumb to the cold most of the time hfbsjdn- I live more inland on the island so at least there's that, but the wind on a maritime island is still cold as fuucckk soo- the only option is to bundle up.. which for some reason I'm always forgetting to do, I say it's for fashion purposes but I really just underestimate how cold it's going to be, rip me 😵
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shitposting about my mental health at half past 1 in the night:
When writing this I imagined the sentence “you are a pathetic excuse of a human being” blaring into my tired eyes through a screeching glowing screen, tearing and ripping and causing me tears. But I won’t write this cause it is neither true nor something needing to be said. Instead I write: you being aware of making wrong choices does not make said wrong choices okay. You making wrong choices about yourself doesn’t make said wrong choices okay. You are a human like every other. You are harming a human willingly, a human who is innocent of all things. Thought and selflessness are not enough nor are they helping anyone but your consciousness.
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