Ghost x Gn!reader
Coldness
Content: Slight angst,Fluff,genderneutral!reader x Ghost,no NSFW,Gn!reader,oneshot??? Not proof read
Simons lines are in purple, readers are in red
It had been three years since Simon retired from the military.
You had moved in with him shortly after that, but ever since then he had turned cold towards you. You couldn't blame him though, settling down and the domesticity of it all was new for him.
Slowly, the coldness and the way he turns away from you starts to bother you, no matter what you try he just won't come to the halfway point to meet your attempts of helping him.
It's another night of sleeping in seperate rooms when you decide to try one last time, if he can't allow you into his life after years of trying, you decided it's not in your hands anymore.
You sit up in bed, the frame creaking gently due to your movements, it's dark in the guest room, 'how stupid..' you thought to yourself, sleeping in the guest room of your own house..it's ridiculous.
You get up, the cold floor sending a shiver up your body when your feet touch it. Making your way to the master bedroom where Simon is sleeping, you feel nervous, there should be no reason to, but still you can't shake the sinking feeling in your belly.
The door to the bedroom creaks as you push it open, the dim light from outside the window lighting up the room just enough so you see Simons chest rising and falling gently with his soft breathing.
You shut the door behind yourself as you make your way to the bed, the bed you haven't slept in for ages and the bed that now feels like a stranger to you. As you lie down Simon grumbles from his sleep
"What is it..?" He mumbles quietly when you lie down behind him, gently wrapping your arms around his chest.
"Nothing..go back to sleep.." you try urging him to keep sleeping but he turns around and carefully wraps his arms around your waist, holding you closer to himself.
"Ya woke me up..can't sleep now lovie.." he speaks in a quiet tone, chin resting against the top of your head as he blinks out the sleep from his eyes.
"Sorry.." you can't but mutter out a desperate sorry, the embrace feels cold. Like there's nothing there, you finally break down, you never wanted it to come to this when you asked him to retire, you didn't want him to despise you for it, yet here you were.
Your breath hitched in your throat as the tears flooded your eyes, despair filling your lungs.
Then you feel his hand cradling the back of your head, holding your face to his chest
"'S alright lovie..no need to cry, eh..?"
That makes you lose it, the tears drop down your cheeks as his deep voice hits your ears. Your sniffles muffled into his chest as you hug him tighter, whole body trembling at the strain of your muscles.
He just let's you cry, carefully running his thick fingers through your hair, watching carefully at his work so he doesen't pull on any knots you may have hidden in your hair.
"Cry it out.."
"I hate you-.." your words hit him harder than he's ever been hit during his line of work, hate is such a strong word. He's heard it before but hearing it from you feels much, much worse.
"I hate that I love you so much-..It's not fair when you don't love me back.." Doesen't love you back? Simon has a hard time understanding why you would think of such a thing. He could never hate you.
"I love you.." the words ring and bounce around in your ears and in your head, it's been months since he last told you he loves you, you can't answer him, only letting out a sad sob into his t-shirt, forming a wet patch on his chest.
"Guess I haven't really showed ya that, have I..?" You shake your head a no, truth is he hasn't. There's no denying that.
"I just miss being with you like this.." you manage to blurt out a messu string of words from your drool covered lips, the sobbing ruining your face completely. You feel Simons head lift off of your head as he looks down at you, arms unraveling from your waist, he pulls his arms up to cup your face as he caresses your cheeks with his rough thumbs, wiping away your desperate tears.
"Sorry lovie..I didn't mean to hurt you.." his voice is soft, quiet and gentle.
You nod in forgiveness at his apology, closing your eyes and leaning your face to his hands.
"Wanna try getting some sleep..?" He asks in a caring tone, still wiping away your rogue tear drops. You just nod, letting him pull the blanket over your body and holding you up against him. The beat of his heart is calm, it's slow and relaxed.
It doesen't honestly take you long to fall asleep, everything feels alright right now, it's going to be okay..right?...
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Ramses I
Ramses the I is usually somewhat overlooked, partially due to being overshadowed by his eventual successors and namesakes, Ramses II and Ramses III, the former of which is considered to be 'Ramses the Great', and both of which achieved great things in the realm of battle and buildings. Also unfortunate for Ramses I is the length of his reign, which while disputed, is considered to have been relatively short.
Menpehtyre Ramses, born of Seti, started and was the first Pharaoh of the 19th dynasty of Egypt, and the dates of his reign are generally considered to be around 1292–1290 BC or 1295–1294 BC. However, he was born as a common man, and his father, Seti, was a military commander. Originally, Ramses I's name was Pa-ra-messu, and he eventually grew to succeed his father's rank in the military. Due to this, he became a close confidant with the Pharaoh of the time, the Pharaoh Horemheb.
You may know Horemheb as being one of the main successors of the throne after Tutankhamun's death which, to my knowledge, is wrapped in a little bit of a mystery, but was likely due to genetic malformations from his many diseases. Ay and Horemheb, the Grand Vizier and the General of Armies (respectively), held the main power of the country while Tutankhamun was Pharaoh. This was a time of turmoil––the country was just recovering from the reign of the heretic Akhenaten, who had banned religious worship of any God but the Aten, and essentially attempted to enforce monotheism upon a culture that had been polytheistic for thousands of years previously. Akhenaten had also severely neglected Egypt's relationship with foreign powers. Obviously, people weren't very happy with Akhenaten, and I think it likely they were not fond of Akhenaten's son, Tutankhamun, either. But Tutankhamun, with the help of his advisors and of Ay and Horemheb, reversed many of his heretic father's commands and laws. But Tutankhamun still sailed to the west at the age of 19. He had two baby girls, but neither of them survived past infancy. He had no successors, so Ay took the throne, and then Horemheb.
Horemheb enacted many more reformations to remove Akhenaten's efforts to change Egypt. He tore down the statues of Akhenaten and his monuments, reusing the stone in monuments and temples of his own. He also reused the monuments built for Ay and Tutankhamun, though this was a common practice in Egypt. But Horemheb had no surviving sons, so when it came time for Horemheb to pass on and appoint a new Pharaoh, his Grand Vizier took his place; Paramessu, who would take the name Ramesses I, meaning "Ra has fashioned Him". Ramses I was nearly 50 years old when he ascended to the throne. It was a remarkable age to become Pharaoh, as at this time, he would've already been considered elderly.
What little he did during his life was later completed by his son and successor, Seti I. He himself accomplished mainly one thing, which was to send additions to the garrison at Aswan, the border between Egypt and Nubia; though he also led a military expedition into west Asia and reopened turquoise mines in the Sinai. But the most remarkable things are the ones he didn't complete himself, such as additions to the Karnak temple complex in east Thebes, known as Waset at the time. He ordered to be carved great reliefs into the second pylon of the Karnak temple, which is a massive gateway that one sees relatively soon upon entering the complex. In Abydos, he began construction of a chapel and a temple, but it would have to be completed by his son, as Menpehtyre Ramses died in either the year of 1290 or 1294. His reign was so short that he had very little time to schedule or complete any great monuments, and even his tomb was rushed to be completed, and he was hastily buried in the Valley of the Kings. This rush unfortunately led to a great deal of errors being made in the paintings upon his sarcophagus. Later, however, Ramses I's son, Seti I, finished the chapel in honor of his father, with beautiful carvings and reliefs at Abydos.
His tomb was robbed thoroughly. By the time archaeologists got to it, all that remained were two six-foot tall (1.8 meters) wooden guardian statues who once had gold-foil skin, statuettes of Gods from the underworld, and the massive granite coffin which no longer carried its' owner. Menpehtyre Ramses had been taken to the Royal Cache, located above Hatshepsut's mortuary temple to the southeast. It was the tomb of the pharaoh Amenhotep II, but repurposed to be a protective place for the mummies of many Pharaohs and Queens, as most of the tombs of the Valley of the Kings had become victims of graverobbers. These protective actions were taken by the High Priest of Amun, Pinedjem II, in the 21st Dynasty.
Unfortunately this did not stop the usurping of Ramses I's body. He was stolen by the Abu-Rassul family of grave-robbers and sold by a Turkish vice-consular agent named Mustapha Aga Ayat in Luxor to a man named Dr. James Douglas. Douglas brought Ramses I to the US around the year of 1860, where he was placed in a museum in Niagara Falls with little information known about him. All that was speculated was that he was 'a Prince of Egypt'. Ownership of the museum, and thus of Ramses I, was passed through several hands, but his importance was only recognized with the help of the Canadian Egyptologist Gayle Gibson. Fortunately, in the year 2003, October 24, Menpehtyre Ramses was returned to his homeland of Egypt, and is now resting in the Mummification Museum in Luxor, Upper Egypt.
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I think it's great that it's Mitsumi who makes Sousuke realise that even if he messus up, people aren't going to hate him for it.
Because Sousuke never hated Mitsumi when she messed up. Right from the start, Sousuke took the first step to becoming friends with Mitsumi even though he saw her stumble and even throw up.
By the way, remember the time Mitsumi cut her fringes too short and cried when she saw Sousuke laughing?
Doesn't it make you think of Sousuke in this chapter doing everything he can so that Mitsumi doesn't see him in a bad light ?
Even though Mitsumi has messed up on many occasions, Sousuke doesn't take this into account in his judgement.
So, Sousuke, you who admire Mitsumi despite her clumsiness, please, don't be so hard on yourself <3
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