#ghostfcce

[imaslutforwritingshit]

can we have a shy innocent ethan (beginning of scream) texts with ethan, dating??

Ofc!

Ethan (shy) texting from reader!

(Contains mentions of smut)

Ethan: hey?

Y/n: hey lol

Ethan: is this y/n?

Y/n: who else would it be

Ethan: sorry

Y/n: for what??

Ethan: I don’t know how to talk with girls

Y/n: LOL

Y/n: it’s okayyy lol just pretend I’m not a girl

Ethan: that’s hard

Ethan: you’re very feminine

Ethan: sorry

Ethan: that’s a weird thing to say

Y/n: I see it as a compliment, haha.

Ethan: good, it is. How are you?

Y/n: mad at chemistry. Wbu?

Ethan: why are you mad at chemistry?

Y/n: I don’t care too much about molar mass conversions

Ethan: I’m quite good at those.

Y/n: of course you are, nerd

Ethan: I feel like that was a compliment too.

Y/n: it was

Ethan: it’s good weather

Y/n: you know that you asked me out, right? You don’t have to small-talk anything. There’s no need to prove yourself.

Y/n: I already like you, Ethan.

Ethan: I like you too.

Ethan: a lot.

Ethan: like very much

Ethan: because

Y/n: I would love to hear what you’re going to say but you don’t need to convince me of your devotion to me 😭

Ethan: that’s fine. I just hope you know I am very devoted.

Y/n: I know. (:

Ethan: then what should we talk about?

Ethan: if you don’t like small talk

Ethan: I can talk to you about the depths of my soul,

Ethan: but I want to keep you around, so I won’t.

Y/n: what do you mean?

Y/n: I guarantee I’m more messed up than you.

Ethan: why would you think that?

Y/n: I have a dark past.

Ethan: try me.

Y/n: maybe I’ll tell you. but why did you think you had a “darker” past than me

Ethan: me to know,

Ethan: you to find out.

Ethan: we should watch a movie sometime

Y/n: a date

Y/n: ?

Ethan: a commemoration of our relationship.

Y/n: what would we watch?

Ethan: hmm…

Y/n: rom-com?

Ethan: I was thinking of something more thrilling.

Y/n: hunger games

Ethan: too enjoyable.

Y/n: too enjoyable?

Ethan: I got it.

Ethan: what about scream?

#smut #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x oc #ethan landry x female reader #ethan landry x reader #ghostface fanfiction #scream smut #scream movie #scream #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x oc #ghostface x you #ghostfcce #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface

[atakeflight]

" I know Bart. Such a wordsmith. Then again, I heard that original student body president speech, I shouldn't be surprised. " She was teasing, of course. She knew he could win that election. She sat down to eat a surprisingly delicious vegan takeaway. New York certainly had far more take out options than Springfield, but she had truly been touched that he had gotten something specially for her. Bart was the only one who really tried to do things specially for her. " Thanks for this by the way. It's really good. "

Usually, when their parents got takeaway, Lisa was forced to either order a few sides instead of an actual meal. She was the only vegan in her family, she never expected them to become vegan like her, but it would be nice for them to try --- like Bart had. He had always taken care of her, she was only paying him back. It had taken her so long to realise all the little things he did for her. She had a whole childhood of debt she owed her brother and she planned to pay every cent.

" Mom sent brownies there in my bag, dad sent a card, so i put that in the trash for you. " She monitored to his trashcan. She sort of knew this trip was not as much of a 'family surprise for good grades' as mom had made it seem. Marge Simpson was worried, and this was her way of getting Lisa out of her bedroom. "Y'know mom tried to say this was a 'reward for my good grades' and I know that's not true, I'm sorry if mom worried you, but I'm fine. "

She wasn't, her meds had stopped working, her room was a mess and the feelings of 'life is pointless' was coming back in full swing. " Oh, I forgot Maggie also got you a little something as well. " she moved her hand over to her bag and placed the brownies and candy pacifier (in red of course) on the table. "We saw it when we went to the pier and well, Maggie wanted to get you something. "

@ghostfcce cont from here.

#𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♥ °°°·. / lisa simpson #𝐀𝐑𝐂: / before college #ghostfcce

[mutatedangels-a]

📸 from charlie for soleil

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s) // @ghostfcce

feeling a Violent Way for these, especially the one w charlieboy in the suit which is 1000% before their wedding <3

#ghostfcce #dash games #pair. soleil x charlie ( that girl's in love with you )

[goodheartt]

@ghostfcce sent : ( send ) for the sender to send the receiver a dirty text/photo. ( from my mac / for your dennis )

dennis was at the bar with dee, charlie, and frank. mac had yet to turn up, which only made him annoyed. he tries to ignore his frustration, focusing on the conversation between himself and the others instead. he feels his phone buzz in his pocket and he can only hope that it's mac giving a good excuse for being late to work, a good reason for deciding to head to work on his own instead of grabbing a ride with himself. he withdraws his phone from his back pocket, unlocking it and opening the message from mac. oh ... oh. cheeks begin to flush much to his dismay and he locks his phone screen as quickly as possible. he should have said something before he left his post behind the bar but he doesn't, walking quickly into the back office and locking the door behind him.

dennis' phone is unlocked once more once he's in private, staring at the picture that mac had just sent him. from the looks of it, he had just gotten out of the shower, not an article of clothing or towel in sight. thumbs hover over the keyboard as he tries to think of something to say, but he's finding himself a bit distracted.

[ text : mac ] sending me pictures like this at work? seriously mac? [ text : mac ] i'm with everyone else you know [ text : mac ] you can't just send me something like this while i'm at work. speaking of work, this isn't a good reason for you to be late.

of course he comes off as more annoyed than he is aroused. this was ridiculous. they were in their forties, they shouldn't be sending nude pictures back and forth to each other. god why does he find this so hot ?? fingers move back to the keyboard then, typing a few words before deleting them. and he does this for a minute or so, finally deciding on something to say.

[ text : mac ] now i'm annoyed with you for being late AND for turning me on. [ text : mac ] and don't you dare ask me to return the favor while i'm at the bar!

but he wouldn't be that mad if he was asked to, now would he ??

#ghostfcce #suggestive // #usfw // #dennis / interactions. #dennis / verse one. #dennis / answered. #I AM SCREAMING

[sinistcrhood]

⋙ @ghostfcce liked for a starter!

ㅤ“I'm surprised to see you're here. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

#ghostfcce #scarlett replies #replies #queue me after six

[facepeeled]

“you don't seem very pleased to see me.” ( from richard ! )

"don't i?" she asks, voice dripping in sarcasm like honey and big brown eyes fluttering innocently. truth is, she doesn't like having richard around-- he's suspicious of her, she can tell. (and no, she isn't just being paranoid.) the way he hangs on her words, as if recording them to memory. the way he stares at her, as if she's wearing her skin all wrong. why does he have to run in the same crowds she does? "i'm always happy to see you, dickie boy," she lies, giving him a little pat on his shoulder. trying her best to appear friendly, though she knows it comes off as forced and condescending.

#ghostfcce #fan mail. #act iii.

[americanedpsycho]

❛  yes.  i’ve  saw  you  before  —  was  it  at  the  christmas  party?  ❜

@ghostfcce liked for one line starter

#╰ bateman is out of office / queue. #ghostfcce #hehe

[sentdroid]

@ghostfcce ... liked here.

"i don't really listen to music as such... but i'd like to."

#ghostfcce #<3 soft

[disturbnot]

plotted starter | @ghostfcce ( bart )

FORTUNE VISITS ON HIM THIS EVE IN THE SHAPE OF A CAT. Ash had retreated to the late night autumn air from the muggier depths of some understated downtown dive bar, drinking in the calm night breeze as though it were water. The irony of lighting up a cigarette here is not lost on him, and yet — as he strikes his lighter with his thumb, a pair of eyes glow somewhere down below in the fire-light. As the light goes out, Ash hears a gentle mewing, presence receding around a corner right next to the bar.

He gives a little gasp, a smile, no longer thinking about the unlit cigarette still hanging from the corner of his mouth. Sure, his balance is a little off beneath the weight of a few whiskies, but it's a pleasant haze... why not follow the kitty? This is serendipity for sure, no? Ash lopes around the corner to be met with a very dimly lit alleyway, only a small few lights scattered between narrow brick walls; the shapes of dumpsters and fire escapes vaguely outlined in the night glow. There's another soft meow in the dark, and Ash follows blindly.

" Wait— heeeeyyy—! Pspspsps— "

#ghostfcce #testing my fc icons on you (psionic blast)(psionic blast)(psionic bl #irl fc /

[imaslutforwritingshit]

SCREAM FOR ME- PART TWO

CHAPTER THREE

Every step I took in the school hallway was strategically placed. I had stared at every possible person who might've been the one who texted me, but I came up blank. No one seemed interested in me. Maybe envying, or admiring looks, but nobody had acted like they had some secret agenda on me.

I slammed my locker shut, and headed to the bustling cafeteria. I nodded a greeting to the jocks table, where Jamie Huang, the boy I paired up with for my chemistry project, was flipping water bottles. He smiled a toothy grin, and the water bottle landed on his foot.

I rolled my eyes, and made my way to my friends.

It was us- always us. Nothing could replace us.

Camille was trying to play Jenga with Cheeto puffs, and Tokie was bobbing his head to the music in his headphones.

Tokie, who's name actually was Antonio, had been Camille's boyfriend on and off for years. Everyone called him "Tokie," even though most people had no idea where the nickname came from.

Camille and Tokie's relationship is nothing more than ridiculous. They remained faithful as friends, but have withstood so many toxic arguments and petty fights, that it seemed better for the two of them to never become official. Of course, every now and then, Camille would race to my house and describe the way he had ran his hand through her hair, or kissed her so passionately she was sure it was the beginning of a true romance.

Tokie was always tapping on tables with his fingers, humming indistinct tunes. He wore sweatpants a size too big, and graphic tees so faded the words are invisible. Most of the time, though, Antonio was high. Pretty much his default mood- on cannabis.

Tokie's eyes lit up when he saw me. "Loca!"

I rolled my eyes, and settled between Tokie and Camille. "You are not Jacob Black. And that's a good thing."

Camille waved a Cheeto in my face. "Team Jacob forever!"

I swatted the orange chip out of my vision. "Ew. He's literally a dog."

The one thing I will never fail to argue about with Camille is Edward Cullen.

She laughed, and a joking glint appeared in her eyes. "Then I'm sure he's very good a certain sex position."

Tokie smirked, and playfully pushed her shoulder behind my back. She giggled, and threw another Cheeto at his face.

I feel uncomfortable-it's like being a physical third wheel. I stood up quickly, changing to the other side of the table.

"You guys need to figure out your relationship problems at least 3 feet away from me."

Tokie laughed. "No problems here." With that, Camille raised her eyebrows.

A sudden ding appeared from Camille's phone. She furrowed her brows a little, and picked up the device, the white light shining on her face.

And then she gasped, dropping the phone in her lap.

Tokie's eyes flashed with worry. "What's wrong, Cam? Is everyone okay?"

She distantly nodded, and opened the screen again, her voice shaking on each syllable.

"Yeah. I'm okay. But the deputy of the police department..."

I sat up straighter. "What?" The deputy, Hardin West, was the boss of Camille's mom, and a world- renounced asshole. I was waiting for his downfall after he had flagged me down, when I driving one mile more than the speed limit.

She breathed in, her chest rising quickly.

"He just died. The police department is in shambles, my mom said."

I squinted, and opened a can of Pepsi, taking a thoughtful sip before answering. "Yeah, well. Sucks to suck. That guy was a jerk, anyway. He totally gave me a speeding ticket when I was going, like, 20 miles an hour."

Camille shook her head. "No. No, that's not why I'm scared."

She raised her eyes to me, an unusual fear placed in the black pits below her eyelashes.

"Hardin was killed. Laura...Ghostface is back."

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔

Ghostface had came to Elk River back in the 90s. The psycho was caught by West, but only after killing 12 people.

We thought we were safe.

I struggled to grasp sentence structure. "Ghostface...back?"

Tokie cursed, slamming his hands down. "Shit. This is fucked up."

My silence was a sign of agreement.

A pattern formed in my head. The moment Ghostface is back, I get those stalking texts.

No. No, I can't put those two together. It will terrify me even more.

The thought that Ghostface was stalking me...I had to go to the police. But who would conduct the search of Ghostface if the deputy was gone?

I could hear the low whispers of the matter spreading around the cafeteria. Most kids had already been staring at their phones, fear buried in their hushed whispers.

The secret I was harboring about the stalker was bubbling in my throat, and I forced it down. The sounds of kids yelling, whispering, tapping on lunch trays had suddenly become too much for me to handle.

"I think...I need to go." I grabbed my backpack and hurled my body to the entrance of the school, hearing Camille's protest as a distant cry behind me.

The sound of my feet hitting the floor echoed through the hallways. I turned a right, and settled in a small crevice near my locker. I know it was pathetic, but I needed a break. If only for a second.

I settled my head on my knees, recounting everything that had happened in the last 48 hours. I didn't get time to feel sorry for myself, because the low stomp of shoes came from the other side of the hallway. I jerked my head up, to see a tall figure with messy dark hair walking towards me.

Oh.

Fuck.

My ex boyfriend of 2 years, Nikolai Adler. We were desperately obsessed with each other in 8th to 9th grade, but things change, right? His plain gray t-shirt hung loosely over his lean frame, and in his pale hand a hall pass dangled, the lanyard skimming the floor.

When Niko recognized my face, he halted, gazing over my body. My face flushed, and I stood up, repositioning my skirt over my legs.

"Oh. Hi." My voice uncertain, and I forced myself to look up.

Niko smiled shyly, and dropped his eyes down. "Hey, Lore."

That nickname used to drug me, drive me crazy.

But now the letters seem foreign in his mouth, like a ghost of my past.

"You..." I trailed off, looking at the hall pass in his hand. "What class are you in right now?"

He furrowed his brows slightly. "I'm in...uh- geometry right now."

Confusion jumped to my facial features. "Geometry? Last I remembered, you're a junior."

Niko blushed, and tucked a curl behind his ear. "Yeah, you're right. That was a stupid lie. I just didn't want to tell you, because you were always mad when I mentioned it."

With a friendly gesture, I pushed his shoulder. "Oh, c'mon. We aren't like that anymore."

I could've swore a twinge of pain flickered in his eyes, but he smoothed it out. "Fine. I'm in theatre again." He did jazz hands to emphasize the word.

I laughed. "Niko, I don't care. Good for you, pursuing your dreams and whatever. You do have a very beautiful singing voice."

Niko blushed harder, and tapped the hall pass on his thigh. 

"Thank you, Lore. You have a very beautiful...um..."

"Face?" I asked, hoping to spare his embarrassment, even if slightly.

"Yeah. Yeah, definitely."

I choked on what was half a laugh, and half a grunt of surprise. I didn’t know if he was actually complimenting me, or being sarcastic.

Niko flashed a smile, and looked down again. His voice sounded deeper than before, a throaty undertone reverberating under his smooth tone.

“Well, I have to go, Laura.”

I nodded, and settled in my corner, more comfortable than before. "Bye, Niko."

Niko smiled, and waved, his pale fingers dancing with the movement. Something shifted in his eyes, a dark unusual glint to his eyes. As if he knew something I didn't.

"I will." A sly smile formed on his lips, and a sudden spike of uncomfortableness made its way to my brain. But I waved it off as he sauntered away, swinging the pass with his pace.

After Niko was completely gone, I sighed, and clicked open my phone. I scanned all the crazy messages Camille sent me, asking if I threw up, or got a hard-on because of the way I ran away so fast.

I looked down at the messages that weren't pinned. An unknown number had texted me something.

And during those seconds of carelessness, I had completely forgot about the stalker, and the real possibility he could text me anywhere else other than Mi2.

UNKNOWN: You can't hide, Laura. I'll find you anywhere. It's hard to miss that beautiful face, after all. I fantasize thinking of you screaming my name. Not only from fear, or your sweet blood on my palms, but the pleasure all of this gives you.

And, pretty girl, I promise, I'll have your blood on my hands soon enough.

Just wait, Lore.

You're mine.

My phone clattered on the white tile floor.

CHAPTER FOUR

I paced in my room, the soles of my feet almost stripped red from the constant stomp on my carpeted floor.

I had accepted I had a stalker. I had accepted that that stalker has murderous intentions.

But I hadn't accepted the arrival of Ghostface.

The fear is blurring everything I think I know about my life and my town, and my heart is ripping into pieces, every time I remember the death in the town. Who knows what will come next? Who could die next?

And the worst realization of all is realizing that my stalker is most probably, definitely Ghostface. I can't ignore the fact he came to town at the same time the mysterious user begun messaging me. And speaking of that...

I grabbed a blanket, and pulled it over my thighs as I sat in my desk chair. School was drowning me in homework, but there was no way I could focus on biology or equations right now.

This was probably, most definitely a bad idea.

But taking the route of ignorance seemed worse in my book.

That egotistic part of me, unwilling to get help from anyone, unable to leave things as it is, forced me to open my laptop again in the dark of the October night.

Mi2 flickered bats over the screen. Black speeding things, toying with my cursor as I swiped the previous anonymous chat.

The "user373737373737". The only thing I think I could do, to establish some sort of barrier of the threat of the stalker, was by clicking the friend request on the screen.

I opened my textbook, scanning the math problems with a renounced lack of attention. In less than a minute of me flipping through the pages nervously, a message dinged on my screen.

ᕯ user373737373737 accepted your friend request!

I breathed deeply, preparing myself for the interaction. A strange sort of adrenaline was pumping in my stomach, and I reminded myself that this was a potential murderer on the other end of the computer. I dragged my hands up to the keyboard and began to type.

✸ angelaura999: |  why do you keep tormenting me?

I bit my lip, and deleted the message. If he gets a rise out of me, I'm sure this psycho would enjoy it even more. I guess attempting a more casual approach will be better on my end.

Because even though I know I should call the police, or tell somebody- something inside of me is forcing me to send these messages. And I hate myself for it.

✸ angelaura999: Ghostface.

His message almost came immediately, jolting a spike of fear in my gut.

✸ user373737373737: I suppose.

✸ angelaura999: you killed west.

✸ user373737373737: Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.

✸ angelaura999: you did. how could you be so sick?

✸ user373737373737: I'm perfectly healthy. what could you possibly mean?

✸ angelaura999: why do you keep reaching out to me? i already asked for you to leave me alone.

✸ user373737373737: Tell me, Laura. Why are you still answering? Why haven't you called the authorities yet?

I breathed in sharply, my heart hammering in my ribcage. I didn't know. Would the police even care? This is just an online interaction.

✸ user373737373737: Oh, you're smarter than this, Laura. I guess I have to answer the question myself, since you're too nervous to reply, right?

✸ user373737373737: you act like such a good girl. Really, very pathetic, my dove. Everything you do to maintain that pretty appearance. Fucking yourself over for grades? It's masochistic. I can't say I don't enjoy seeing you wet with fear, though. When you use that wide smile to sweet talk those touch deprived teachers. But in that sad, dark mind of yours, you like this.

✸ user373737373737: crave this.

✸ user373737373737: You like the fear.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to control my rapid breathing.

✸ angelaura999: no.

✸ user373737373737: oh, yes, my dove. Don't lie to me.

✸ user373737373737: I turn you on.

I slammed the computer shut, failing to protect my fingers from the screen. The rims of my nails were red from the impact, and I cursed, holding my shaking hands.

This was too much. Why was I so stupid to contact a sociopath? All he wanted to do was scare me. And he succeeded.

I tore away from the desk, and gulped down the bubble of terror in my throat. My hand instinctively grabbed for my phone, and I dialed the police, something I should've done days before.

"The number you are calling is not available right now. Please check your internet connection and try again."

I gasped, evaluating the number I called again, but it was still 911. I hung up, and quickly tapped the three digits again.

"The number you are calling is not available right now. Please check your internet connection and try again."

"Please!" I whispered, sitting on my bed to stop the shaking of my thighs. I had internet connection; my Wi-Fi wasn't the problem.

Somehow, Ghostface hacked into my phone.

My mind frozen with terror, I hurled my phone onto my bed, and backed out of my room.

All I can do now is walk away, take a shower. Breathe in a way that calms me down instead of driving me insane. Wait for my parents to come home, and tell them what's going on. And hopefully, end Ghostface once and for all.

I made sure my doors were locked, and curtains closed. After securing my entire house, I locked the bathroom door, and turned on the shower.

My brain racked ideas of who Ghostface could be, or why they decided to prey on me. Everything he had said was blaring in the back of my mind- because it was true. As much as I hated to admit it, I was sick.

And so was he.

God, am I just like a serial killer?

The warm water soothed my skin, and I brushed cinnamon scented bubbles off my bare body with the shower head.

"I turn you on."

I could feel my body turning hot with the words repeating in my mind. Who was he?

My hand gravitated towards the inner of my thighs, the shower head burning pressure into my body. I dropped my hand over the shower tile, gripping the wall as I shifted the shower head. My eyes rolled back, and I rocked my hips on the water streaming on me.

My mind flashed with those words-

"I turn you on."

"I can't wait to taste your blood."

Somehow, that had me gripping the shower head harder, and pleasure began to ripple throughout my body.

Who could he be?

I drove the metal harder in the area between my legs, waves of hot euphoria rolling in my stomach. I moaned softly, clenching the soap-soaked walls in front of me. I bit my lip as I orgasmed, clutching the head with shaking fingers. My body was limp, weak even, and it dawned on me that I just masterbated to the thought of my stalker.

Okay. I definitely need therapy.

I stepped out of the shower, wiping my body and covering myself with plush black towels. After brushing my teeth, and feeling altogether fresh, I walked back to my room, soft slippers warming my feet.

On my bed, a strange lump laid on my blanket, unfamiliar to my eyes. I furrowed my brows, and tightened a robe over my body. As I got closer, the shape formed-

A bouquet.

A various arrangement of different flowers- small leaves, large petals, all colored in red, oranges, or brown hues.

It was beautiful.

Black and white paper surrounded the flowers, and inside of the wrapping, a small, delicately golden card said my name. I tentatively opened it, seeing red cursive handwriting bleeding over the fine paper.

𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦.

𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠?

𝐼 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑑.

𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝑆𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙.

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?

𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒, 𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎. 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡.

~ 𝐺ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒

My eyes darted around the room. My window was closed, my room was locked...

I jerked open the closet door. Nothing.

Attempting to steady my breathing, I sat down near the flowers, and the paper rolled out of the bouquet. On the back, a small black engraved paragraph shone in the light of my room. I picked it up, examining the words.

𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚:

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚.

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

Try to find me, Laura.

I'm waiting.

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[atakeflight]

BART: all I’m hearing is my life is interesting and yours isn’t Lisa: your life interesting? no. minacious? yes. Bart: you can’t hurt me if I don’t know what you’re saying

@ghostfcce proving that they're actually bart simpson.

#ghostfcce #𝐃𝐘𝐍. BART & LISA / 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙸𝚂! 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒕! (ghostfcce)

[mutatedangels-a]

HERE I COME (2023) - starring charlie kelly & soleil smith // @ghostfcce - the (un)official sequel to ready or not

"Our great, great, great, great grandmother was this famous psychic a long time ago. Like, before psychics at the freak carnival existed. She predicted the outcome of the Civil War, down to the exact amount of soldiers who'd die. And she even helped one of the war generals find soldiers who were reported missing. She was known as the 'All-Seeing Stella Smith.' We keep a set of her tarot cards, I guess you could call 'em, and I s'pose it's tradition every time somebody new joins the family that they get a reading done. Of their future and all that. How many kids they're gonna have, what kind of house they gonna live in. Whether they're gonna be happily in love or... Yeah."

#ghostfcce #pair. soleil x charlie ( this girl's in love with you ) #my edits #LKDJFSLDJKF THIS WAS FUNNN

[goodheartt]

@ghostfcce sent : [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair  ( from my dennis / for your charlie )

it was no secret that charlie struggled with hygiene on occasion. charlie didn't mind it much, he had gotten used to it over the years. but everyone always had something to say about how frequently he was showering, changing clothes, brushing his teeth, brushing his hair. most of the time, he was able to get people to just back off ... but dennis wasn't most people. which is why charlie is now sitting on the floor of dennis' living room, legs crossed beneath him and back pressed to the bottom of the couch. dennis is on the couch, hair brush in hand, trying to desperately work out the knots that had accumulated in his hair so he could successfully wash his hair later this evening. ( he's happy mac was out doing whatever the fuck he was doing, he didn't want to get an earful about this )

"dude ... y' don't have t' do all this." charlie mumbles, lips pouting as he lets out a small huff. "i'm ... like an adult or whatever, i can do this on my own." but he couldn't, he was complaining to dennis about the tangles in his hair just an hour ago. dennis ignores his protests and continues to work away, slowly getting each knot out. and now ... he's just brushing his hair. it feels nice, comforting, and it causes a small blush to rise to his cheeks.

" 's nice man ... feels nice." he ends up saying quietly, if he wasn't so relaxed right now he'd be freaking out that he had just admitted that. he closes his eyes instead, tilting his head back a little, chasing dennis' touch. "thanks for uh ... for helpin' me out."

#ghostfcce #charlie k / answered. #charlie k / interactions. #charlie k / verse tbd. #yes you just sent this but something took me over #i had to respond to this afjdksa

[untilthcyrot]

❝ Do I really seem that out of sorts today? ❞

♡ ───── @ghostfcce liked !

#ghostfcce #♡ ───── WINNIE HADLEY ( CLOSED STARTER ) #♡ ───── WINNIE HADLEY ( INTERACTIONS )

[sinistcrhood]

@ghostfcce liked this post for a starter

ㅤㅤㅤ"Why are you even telling me all of this?" Alex asked them.

#ghostfcce #closed starter #queue me after six

[fcllederage]

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At first, Hyacinthe completely shut off when she heard him, but it was obvious that he was simply confused at her decision and not harboring any type of anger towards her, like his reaction initially suggested. "No, no, you didn't do anything." How could he? He had done nothing bad. All he tried to do was get her to safety. At the same time, she did not want to make him feel bad by admitting his friends simply put her so ill at ease with the way they stared at her.

"Yeah, I don't mind a break," she asked softly, looking down at her hands that were shaking a little too violently, that night. Mac had been so helpful she did not want to leave him just yet and make him feel like he had done something wrong. Moreover, he was of good company. She shot him an apologetic smile and proceeded to follow him to his office. It was small, not exactly completely cozy but at least, they were alone and it was quiet. "Thanks. And I'm sorry you had to go through all of this just for me. I feel like I'm always in trouble. It's insane."

#we might be dead by tomorrow ⋈ interactions #brûler le feu (main) ⋈ verse #dynamics ⋈ mac x hyacinthe #ghostfcce