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ashes-writing-corner · 6 months

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Hey guys so I'm back with this last part for Ghosts that We Knew! The story isn't over, I'm still gonna write for ghost!Ghost, just think of this as like...a season finale if that makes sense! I'll be back for "season 2" in December but I wanna take this month to work on my original story. That being said, this is kind of a long one! I hope you guys like it ^^

Taglist: @stargatenovus

Ghosts That We Knew

Part 8- Abandonment Issues

You were more than excited to hear the news: your deal had gone through for your new Cafe and bakery! The lease would be there for two years, and if your business was profitable, the place would become yours. The previous owner, now your lease holder, was a sweet older lady who had originally tried to use the place as a small tea shop, so everything you needed was mostly there. You sat Ellie down and told her the news, the little girl squeaking loudly with excitement. It was only a short distance away, about a ten minute drive from your place, so you didn't need to move, much to Ghost's relief.

He was happy for you, he really was. But he was certain that he wouldn't be able to bear it if you left. Maybe it was his abandonment issues talking, but he always had a feeling you would leave. He couldn't blame you. The apartment wasn't the best admittedly, despite your best effort to make it a home. His death, he knew, left a heaviness around and he knew that wasn't good for Ellie. Or really you for that matter.

Now that he knew the truth, he had been contemplating the best way to tell you. But how best to do it? You even said you didn't want to know about your donor, that the heart would feel even less like yours. But if you found out on your own, it would breed resentment.

There was no "right" way to go about this. Only the lesser of two evils. A rock and a hard place.

Wasn't the first time Simon was stuck in a situation like that, though he had hoped the last one would legit be the last one.

He was selfish, he knew. He didn't want you and Ellie to leave. As far as he was concerned, you two were his family and he loved you both as best he could. But at the same time, he knew his presence in your life would only hold you back. He had thrown away his chance to live and he knew it was wrong to be so clingy to the living.

But it was a fact. One day you and Ellie would leave, and most likely he would never see you two again. The thought filled him with dread. He wanted you to stay, but knew that just wasn't possible. The thought of you one day leaving broke something in him as he turned from the living room and back down the hall to his closet. It slammed shut, startling you and Ellie as the room grew cold.

"Ghost?!" Ellie hopped off the sofa to the closet door and thief to open it, but it wouldn't budge, "Ghost?! What's wrong?!".

You followed after your little girl, worried for him too. "Ghost? Hey, what's going on? Come talk to us"

You pulled the communicator app back up, wondering what was going on. He hadn't done anything like that in months and it was concerning. He didn't want to talk, though. He wanted to be left alone, to get used to solitude again. It was best to start breaking hearts now rather than waiting for you two to break his anew.

"Ghost…please. I can't fix this if I don't know what's wrong".

"You can't fix this" he wanted to tell you, just like you had told him that night a few months ago, but he stayed quiet.

"Ghost, are you mad at us?" Ellie asked, sad and worried.

Horrid negative thoughts were going through his mind, the same ones from the night he died. He was useless, thinking that he could make the world a better place by himself. No one loved him, and anyone who did was dead because of him. Everyone would be better off without him, they just tolerated him because of the job. And now he felt like you two only tolerated him because you lived here. The hall was going icy cold as those thoughts pervaded his mind.

Ellie wasn't about to stand for it. The little girl stepped to the closet door and put her hand on the knob. You moved to grab it.

"Sweetie no, that's his space" you told her.

"He needs us mama! We gotta go in there!".

"Nöelle, listen to me. We do not overstep boundaries. Much less the boundaries of the dead when they've drawn a hard line. The closet is his space and we need to mind it"

"But mama-"

"Nöelle L/N! No more. You heard me. He will come to us in his own time. He'll be fine, I promise".

Ellie looked saddened at that as she looked at the door. "I just want him to know that we're here for him…he thinks of us like family".

Your tone softened at that. "He does now?".

The little girl nodded. "We talk a lot".

"I can imagine…" you responded thoughtfully, "we talked a little bit a few nights ago. I…I actually saw him, felt him".

"You think Didi would've liked Ghost?" Ellie asked, cocking her head.

Didi was the title Ellie had given to your late partner, and she hadn't talked about them in a long time. Although assigned male at birth, they didn't conform to gender norms and preferred to be referred to by they/them. When picking a parent title upon Ellie's adoption, they picked Didi because one they thought it was cure, and two it was probably the least confusing option.

"I think Didi would've taken a while to like him, but I think they'd be good friends in the end" you finally answered.

"Maybe Didi sent him!" Ellie's face lit up at the idea, which made you smile.

"It's…plausible" you shrugged a little.

As negative as his feelings were in the moment, Ghost listened in. He definitely wasn't sent by anyone, but he didn't want to crush Ellie's belief in that. From what he understood, Didi had also been a soldier, unfortunately killed in the line of duty while trying to protect younger members of his unit. They had died honorably, a hero's death, very much unlike himself.

"Fucking coward" his mind hissed at him viciously, "at least their death fucking meant something…while you made yourself brain dead in a tiny cramped closet…".

He didn't want to think about it, but the mind was a terrible thing even in death…

Ghost didn't know how long he stayed in that closet, wallowing in his misery. It made him feel pathetic. He was supposed to be better than that, stronger than that. But ghosts were by nature miserable creatures, and unfortunately he was no exception. When he did finally emerge, he didn't know who to really go to first. You were in your room, making plans for your new bakery and Cafe. He didn't want to disrupt you. Ellie was in her room, playing with her stuffies and dressing them up for the night's events.

It was that day again.

Halloween.

It explained why he felt his emotions more vividly today. It was the anniversary of his death. Now it was three years ago…

Damn time really did fly by when you were dead.

He watched from a corner of Ellie's room as she sat her three favorite plushies (a bunny, a red panda, and a grizzly bear) at a play table and was giving them tea. It seemed he was interrupting a Halloween themed tea party. This could've been his life, he realized sadly. He could've been here playing with her, or at least helping you with preparations.

Could've, Would've, and Should've…the three damn stooges of life (and death apparently…).

He knew it was selfish, but he didn't want either of you to leave. He wanted this to be forever, to be permanent. You and Ellie were all he had now, all that reminded him of what it was like to be alive. You both made him feel something so sweet, a feeling that filled his chest and seemed to spread to every fiber of his being. It was warm, so warm, he realized, that for a moment he almost felt like he was indeed alive again.

Was this love? Was this obsession? Maybe a combination of the two? He knew he didn't want it to go away. He didn't want either of you to leave him. Ghost just…didn't want to be alone anymore.

"Ghost?" Ellie's voice pulled him away from his thoughts, "what's wrong?".

Something inside of him softened at the question. Ellie was a complete sweetheart and he adored her. She had a huge heart for someone so small.

"I'm alright, lovely. It's just��a rough day for me is all" he answered.

"Why's that?" Ellie asked, pulling out a small chair for him at her table.

Behind his mask, he smiled half amused. It was so tiny but he'd never turn down an offer to sit with the little girl's favorite friends. He sat down and she stayed close to him.

"Halloweens a rough one for me. I…I did a really dumb thing that-"

"Did you die today?" She asked, still feeling sad for him.

There was no point in hiding it. "Unfortunately…"

"What's it like?".

"To die? Not something you need to know about yet. Not for a very, very long time".

"Like when I'm thirty!"

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. Kids were funny even when they weren't trying to be.

"Way longer than that lovey".

Her eyes widened. "When I'm a hundred?!".

That actually got him full on laughing. "That would be preferred actually".

A long full life is what she deserved. It's what they both deserved, really. Ellie looked at him, her eyes warm and sweet, but there was concern in them.

"What's the matter, Ghost? Why were you sad earlier?" She asked.

"It's not something for you to worry yourself with sweetie" he tried to assure her, "my troubles are mine to deal with".

"But Ghost…you're family" she told him, "and family's always there for each other".

Ghost frowned but his eyes softened. "It's just…I don't wanna lose you and your mum. I care about you girls, a lot. More than I ever expected to. But at the same time…I know you guys can't stay forever".

"Who says that?" Ellie asked.

"It's complicated. You may be able to stay now but…eventually I know you both are gonna wanna leave. And when you do, I don't know if I'll be able to follow you. I mean, I might but it's gonna take a lot out of me".

"We would never leave you" Ellie looked at him with utmost determination, "at least I wouldn't".

"Thank you darling. I wouldn't even think of leaving you either" he wanted to keep himself from going into too much depth about his feelings.

A lot of them were too heavy, too complicated for a little child to understand. He just didn't want to feel like he did in his last days: alone, and like he had no one. His loneliness was not her burden and he wouldn't dare burden her with it.

"Oh! Mama helped me get a costume together! I'm gonna be a skeleton ghost like you!".

Ghost blinked. Wait…she wanted to be him for Halloween? That was…interesting. He looked at Ellie intrigued.

"I'll show you! I won't look as cool as you, but I wanted to do something like you-".

"Honey?" Your voice called through the door, "Ellie? Is everything okay?".

"Yeah mama…Ghost came out of the closet!".

That got a chuckle out of him. Ellie turned to him.

"Something funny?" She asked as you came in.

You yourself couldn't see him but felt he was definitely there. The chill was the best indicator. It wasn't a sad chill unlike earlier though, it was more of just how he was naturally.

"Just a funny thought, dear" Ghost told Ellie as he stood when you came in.

You looked at Ellie. "We'll need to get you ready soon. Is it alright if I borrow him for a bit?".

Your little girl nodded. "He likes to talk to you mama. I don't mind. I think he was scared earlier".

"Scared?".

Ellie nodded. "He'll explain it if he's up for it".

You raised a brow as you looked toward the empty seat. "I'll wait for you in my room".

Ghost nodded, though he knew you couldn't see. Mostly out of respect, being rather disciplined even in death. You waited for him as Ellie busied herself for the night's candy hunt, setting up the app and placing the phone between the two of you.

"So…Ellie says you're scared. Something scares you?" You asked, looking ahead, as Ghost stood at the end of your bed.

He responded, the app only picking up: Don't. Leave.

"I'm just taking Ellie out for-" it dawned on you, "wait you mean…don't leave here, as in don't leave you?".

Yes.

You frowned at that. "Ghost, we aren't gonna leave you. You're pretty much a part of our family at this point. Why would you think we'd just up and leave you?".

Better. Home.

"Well yeah the apartment's a bit small, and eventually I would like to get my own place-".

Don't. Leave. Me.

"Ghost, can't you follow us? I've seen ghosts do that on TV all the time".

Not. Strong. Enough.

That didn't help things. "We have a few years, Ghost. We'll cross that bridge once we get there. But I want you to know that Ellie and I, I promise you, we will not abandon you. If you're able to come with us, if we do get a new home, there will always be space and room for you. I'll even make sure we get a spare room, to use for you most days. My sister or my mom might come over every so often so you'd have to take the haunting down a tad, but other than that, it'd be yours. I just want you to be happy and if we make you happy, then you're definitely free to come with us. I won't stop you. I don't want to".

And you meant it. Ghost really was a part of your family, in a way. He made life interesting. He was kind, when he could be, and gentle when he had to be. Who knew a ghost could be such a positive thing? To an extent, you wondered if he was a guardian angel of sorts, perhaps even sent by your partner. It was a stretch but an interesting thought.

As for Ghost, he sensed no lies on you. You meant every word and then some. He could trust you, despite something in him deep down telling him it wasn't smart.

"Be careful who you trust, sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most" he remembered telling Soap all those years ago…

But just like Soap, he trusted you. You, just like him, had weaseled your ways into his heart, figuratively and literally. It seemed his defenses were easier to slip through than he realized…

Soap.

"What?" That was the second time in the past month he mentioned soap. You looked at your phone puzzled.

Johnny.

You didn't know anyone named Johnny. You looked up at the supposed blank space where the apparition was. "Who is that?".

Mac. Tavish.

"Johnny and Mac Tavish?" You didn't get it.

Soap.

"Okay you aren't making any…wait" you blinked, putting the pieces together, "Johnny MacTavish? I don't know anyone with that name".

You picked the phone up and made a note in it of the name. If time allowed, perhaps you could look it up?

"Friend of yours?" You asked.

Yes.

At least yes or no questions could be easily answered. You gave a soft half smile. "I'll try to look him up later. Gonna help Ellie get ready for trick or treating. Wanna try and join us?".

Try.

And that was all you could ask of him. It's all anyone could really ask of anyone...

If you guys liked this please let me know! I love when you guys comment so please feel free to like, comment, and please reblog and tell me your thoughts! I'll be continuing this in December, but for now, I got an original story to work on ^.^ thank you so much :)

-Ash

#fanfiction #ghosts that we knew #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley × reader #simon ghost riley #ghost!ghost #paranormal friendship #eventual paranormal romance #cod fanfic

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awakefor48hours · 10 months

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[ID: the Gotta Be One of My Favorite meme, an image of a man standing in front of a car, looking to his left, and holding his folded hands up to his chest.

The top of the image has text that's been edited to say "Shout out to physically affectionate m/f platonic friendship fr 🤞🏿" And the bottom text says "Gotta be one of my favorite genders."

Throughout the meme are 14 images include:

Hooty stretching around Lilith for a hug from The Owl House

Vanessa and Finral from Black Clover high-fiving.

Steven and Peridot from Steven Universe sitting together in the cockpit of the gem drill.

Nobara and Yuji from Jujutsu Kaisen holding hands.

Jesse putting a hand on Lake's shoulder in Infinity Train.

Sprig on Anne's head from Amphibia.

Luz resting her head on Hunter's should from The Owl House

Ochako grabbing Tenya's shoulders from My Hero Academia

Willow and Gus from The Owl House linking arms

Jaune hugging Ruby from RWBY

Douxie putting his hand on Claire's shoulder from The Tales of Arcadia

Gray patting Lucy's head from Fairy Tail

Norma and Barney hugging from Dead End Paranormal Park

Bow holding Adora's face from She Ra and the Princess of Power

/End of ID]

#healthy m/f platonic friendships my beloved #my laptop almost overheated making this so that's a good sign we're getting more m/f platonic friendship #black clover #the owl house #steven universe #jujutsu kaisen #infinity train #amphibia #my hero academia #rwby #tales of arcadia #fairy tail #dead end paranormal park #she ra #top posts

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animationfanboy2k4 · 9 months

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"That's what friends are for, right? "

#international friendship day #gravityfalls #stevenuniverse #gravity falls #steven universe #ok ko let's be heroes #craig of the creek #amphibia #the owl house #final space #inside job #kid cosmic #star wars visions #tuttle twins #monkie kid #dead end paranormal park

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toonrandy · 9 months

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Also for International Friendship Day (and originally for Pride Month), here’s my drawing of Norma, Courtney and Barney with their Pride colors! 🏳️‍🌈

#fan art #my art #international friendship day #dead end paranormal park #dead end netflix #dead endia #barney guttman #dead end courtney #norma khan #pride month

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darrellmore · 5 months

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badyah + stimming

#de:pp #badyah hassan #are you listening to me. her badyahtism #i think her and norma have a beautiful autism friendship #dead end paranormal park

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k0uk0 · 7 months

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Bro, yesterday Cellbit went offline right when Roier logged into the server and the latter went "NOOO CELLBIT WENT OFFLINE? You're shitting me, no way. I wanted to play with him, well fair enough he's preoccupied with the RPG."

ROIER WANTED TO PLAY WITH HIM *cries* oh i love their friendship so very much.

#cellboier #qsmp #qsmp cellbit #qcellbit #guapoduo #qsmp roier #qroier #cellbit #roier #my beloveds #their friendship is so precious to me #never take them away from me please i need them as an emotional support or I'll have a breakdown #ordem paranormal quarantena #ordem paranormal

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amberizedcasey · 7 months

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Diego heard once that you die two times, once when you die for real, and a second time when people forget about you. He swore to himself that he would never forget Lucie, so she would stay alive in his memories until the end. It was the least he could do.

He never had much, he carried half of his world in his backpack and he held the other half by the hand. It has always been just the two of them. Diego and Lucie. And that was enough for him.

Losing her was like losing part of himself. She was his best friend, his soulmate, his partner in crime. Without her he was just a broken piece of what was once a beautiful thing.

He blames Emi for that. He blames Carol. He blames Panacea. He blames the world. But mostly, he blames himself. He should have been there. He should have done something, anything. He just wasn't enough. And she died because of that.

Benito tried to tell him that yeah it was Carol's fault nevertheless but it was also Lucie's choice in the end. He calls him crazy, and worse things.

He can't believe it. She wouldn't sacrifice herself for a kid she had just met. She wouldn't be that stupid. She wouldn't leave him. She wouldn't die that way.

He knows deep down that he is wrong. He knew her better than everyone after all.

She had made her choice, and he should respect it. She was a hero, even if she didn’t believe in that, he knows that she probably didn’t, she would have made the same choice a million times over, she was ready to die, even if it wasn't fair.

And it wasn't.

He learns to forgive himself with time. He never hated Lucie for what she did. He tells her that. They never found her body and they couldn't really bury anything in a cemetery without raising suspicions, so they made her an altar at Luis's abuela home.

He tells her about everything. About his job at the taqueria. About Benito finally going to medical school. About Wallace II. And Wallace III. About Jeffrey learning to cook. About Luis' strange but effective Spanish classes. About Emi. He tells her a lot of things about Emi. He knows that she would like to hear about her the most, beside the usual gossip.

He never got a call back from her parents. He told her not to worry about it. Her real family was there with him, and they would keep her memory alive. They would remember her forever. The good, the bad, and the truth. She wasn't perfect by any means, she made many mistakes in life, and she would have probably continued to do so, but she tried, she really tried, and she was human, and that was enough.

He tells her that, at the end of every conversation, he knows that she had trouble believing in herself, he also knows that it is silly to try to bust a dead person's self esteem but he does anyway. She was his best friend. She will always be his best friend. And until they meet again he will keep her alive in every step he takes and choice he makes.

#ordem paranormal quarentena #opq #diego thalles #lucie pocharde #i will miss them with every fiber in my being #MUAHAHAHAH YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS DONE????#their friendship was everything to me #yeah i wrote this after seeing felps quote about richas #i was going to make it a little gay in the end but i decided to go against it and maybe do a post only for the boys polycue #this tags are way to long #i should stop now

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fuluv · 1 year

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i like dropping subtle hints that they should be friends

#dead end paranormal park #badyah hassan #zagan #dead end zagan #no because zagan LET badyah drag her to play spin the bottle. meaning badyah can get her to do silly things with her.#here is how this friendship can still win #my art #fanart #and maybe.. lovers #zadyah #dead end #de:pp

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aroaessidhe · 4 months

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2023 reads / storygraph

Sheiné łénde

prequel to Elatsoe, following her grandmother as a teen in the 1970s

after a devastating flood and loss of family members & their traditional home, she works with her mother & their ghost dogs, tracking down missing people

when a local boy goes missing - and her mother, when trying to find him - strange fairy rings (not the usual, reliable ones used for transport) might be to blame, and she and her friends, brother, and lone (unreliable) grandfather have to try find them

friendship, family, ecology, no romance, ghost bugs :)

(title pronounciation: Sheh-ee-neh lehneh)

arc from netgalley, out 16 April 2024!

#Sheine Lende #Sheiné łénde #darcie little badger #aroaessidhe 2023 reads #once again perfect and beautiful with such a quiet strength #such good friendships & family/culture #and the paranormal + ecology + fairytale logic almost #also of course the beautiful illustrations by Rovina Cai #not only the cover (which makes more sense after reading!) but also the chapter illustrations telling their own story again #I did sometimes feel like. it felt more modern than the setting? I was trying to figure out when it was set based on like. assumption of ag #(since it doesn't actually say in the book; just the acknowledgements)#the end made me cry so much and it’s not even sad #I feel like I need to reread elatsoe now...#no romance #also it has some side sapphics

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nyxx-j · 18 days

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Ghost and Spooker LOVE Disney movies so much. They fell into having occasional Disney movie binges but Ghost refuses to acknowledge them and how much he enjoys them. Spooker doesn’t mind cuz he knows Ghost enjoys it, and he enjoys getting to share one of his interests with Ghost!!!

#Spooker loves Disney cuz it’s his childhood #Ghost loves Disney because he didn’t GET a childhood #real friendship #taleblr #venturiantale #not a fic #nyxx_j random thoughts #venturiantale pie #johnny ghost #p.i.e #p.i.e.#vt johnny ghost #fred spooker #paranormal investigators extraordinaire #headcanon

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peace0of0art · 1 year

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they, and also, them

#i cherish their friendship #dead end paranormal park #dead end paranormal park fanart #de:pp #de:pp fanart #de:pp courtney #de:pp pugsley #dead end courtney #dead end pugsley

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ashes-writing-corner · 6 months

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Hey guys! I've been sick lately so I'm back with a short part for Ghosts that We Knew. Reader gets sick and attempts to make tea. Ghost encourages reader to do it right lol

No warnings, tried to make this one a little funnier, more light hearted.

Taglist: @stargatenovus

Ghosts that We Knew 7- tea...you're doing it wrong...

You loved your little girl. You lived for her, quite literally. She was your world, your reason to keep going. And when the poor girl was sick, you made it your whole life to make sure she got better.

Even at the cost of your own health.

Kids were kids, and someone was always gonna wind up going to school sick, spreading it to everyone. But sickness travels, and just as Ellie was getting much better after a bad cold, you were knocked on your ass. Coughing, sore throat, the whole thing, you got it. Thankfully it wasn't as life threatening as it was after you had your transplant. You were paranoid about illness and the like for a year after the surgery. Thankfully you had a strong immune system and took precautions as much as you could. Nowadays you were a lot less paranoid, with the possibility of organ rejection (mostly) eliminated.

Regardless, you felt like crap now. You had the whole package, and now couldn't safely work on orders, which royally sucked. Ghost was thankful those days were behind him, the one benefit to being dead. The one thing he didn't miss.

He watched as you entered the kitchen, blanket wrapped around your shoulders and in your most comfortable pajamas. He observed only a moment as you struggled to open a nearby cabinet to grab a mug and he knew exactly what you were about to do.

And you were about to do it wrong.

Again.

You grabbed out a box of fruity tea bags, clearing your throat a bit to try and ease the scratchy feeling in it. You grabbed out a peach bag and set it in the mug. Absent-minded, you filled the cup with water most of the way and, to Ghost's dismay, put it in the microwave.

Again.

No, no, no! He was NOT going to stand for this! He understood you were sick but there was no need to ruin tea like that. The microwave stopped suddenly and you looked around.

"Ghost…I swear to God if that's you" you tried to reset the microwave but a cold blast grabbed your hand, "Dude! Seriously?! Of all things, you're gonna have a stick up your ectoplasmic ass about this?!".

No response. Then you remembered that he had used a lot of energy to interact with you a short time ago. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Hold on, let me go grab my phone…" you peeled off into the bedroom to go get it so you two could properly communicate.

Ghost waited for you, keeping close to the accursed microwave. You were making your tea wrong and he needed to make you see the error of your ways. Sick or not, there was no excuse in his eyes.

"Alright…what's got you in a tizzy now?".

Tea. Wrong.

"What?"

Make.

"Seriously? There's no right or wrong way to make tea! Dude cmon my throat is killing me and the heat would help".

Kettle.

"Ghost…I'm not playing this game. Stop disabling my microwave and just let me do this-"

The lights began to flicker, electronics going a bit haywire. Frustrated, you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Alright! I'll do it in the damn kettle…fucking Brits I swear…"

Soap.

Well that was random. It took you by surprise as you turned to your phone.

"Soap? Dude, it's clean, I promise. Or are you saying I need soap? Eh…not gonna lie a shower might actually do me some good. I'll think about that".

He still wondered about his old teammates. Did they still think of him? He hadn't seen Johnny in years, about three…maybe four at this point. He wondered how the sergeant had changed. Was he still the fun loving, carefree friend that he somewhat envied? Did he still have a heart for others? Ghost always thought that was a rare thing. He shook his head, no point in dwelling on the past or what could be. You and Ellie were his priority now. And it wasn't like anyone had made him one before everything went to hell…

"I am not about to put milk in this. It comes out clumpy if I do" your voice pulled him back like an alarm.

Cream.

"I can't add anything but sugar to this. It'll get clumpy and gross. Don't want that" you argued, "if it was a different tea then yeah definitely".

Kind?

"What kind am I making? Peach. Peach and raspberry are my favorites" you told him.

Lavender.

"Lavender tea? Are you kidding? That stuff tastes like soap…" you stuck your tongue out in disgust.

Smell.

"Eh…I guess the smell is okay. I like the smell of actual Lavender rather than the artificial crap they put out".

He couldn't argue that. In life he thought the smell of lavender was too strong. It was even worse now as a ghost, with his advanced smell and all.

You had gotten out a new cup and tea bag and waited with the blanket still wrapped around yourself as the kettle finally went off. You rolled your eyes.

"Another reason I hate doing that" you moved it to the other side of the stove, "hate loud high pitched noises".

Nonetheless, you put some sugar in the cup. Ghost counted at least five, a bit much in his opinion, but he wasn't about to judge. He had made your life difficult enough already.

"Did it your way. Are you happy now?" You asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Yes.

"Good, cause I'm never doing that again".

We'll see…

This totally means he intends to "train" you on making your tea right. This was based on a conversation I had with my sister the other day and she thought it was hysterical. Anyway, being sick sucks and I hope yall are okay.

If you like my stuff please consider following, liking, commenting, and most importantly reblogging. Thanks friends and followers ^.^

-Ash

#fanfiction #ghosts that we knew #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost!ghost #paranormal friendship #eventual paranormal romance #ghost cod x reader #cod fanfic

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palaceofimperium · 2 months

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ARCH & SEAMUS #2

“So it has begun?” Seamus was leaned up against the doorframe to Arch’s lab, a brow raised, with his arms crossed over his chest, causing the shoulders of his finely tailored suit coat to pucker slightly.

Arch looked up from the potion he was in the process of gathering the ingredients for to pin the demon with a stare that would have caused lesser males to wither. “You’ve heard, I take it? Do we have a leak in the Palace?” A dark brown brow of his own rose, letting more light play off of his light blue eyes. Eyes that remained trained on the stately silver haired demon as he pushed off of the wood frame to saunter into the room more fully.

“Not unless you consider Arioch a leak, dear friend. He knows I consider those within dear to me, and thought that reinforcements might be needed in the coming days should Damien decide to mount an offensive to get his daughter and her fiance’ back.” A smirk formed on Seamus’ lips as he watched Arch’s eyes roll.

As much as the demon of revenge and the mage played at not liking one another much, Seamus knew the truth that they were friends behind the scenes. Sometimes subterfuge was required to keep the enemy guessing. Since Arch believed that they had enemies within the Palace, that meant hiding the truth from all but those he considered closest to him. He considered himself honored to be amongst those the mage considered a good friend, and therefore knew reality.

“No. I do appreciate him advising you of the situation. I assume you have also heard about the visitor who arrived last eve?” Arch now stood erect and turned to make the two of them tea. “It was the most exciting of days. I am hoping we have some calm for a stretch, but I fear that is not within the plans of the fates and destiny, old friend.”

“I have heard. A most unusual circumstance, indeed.” Seamus replied as he rested one hip against the heavy wooden workbench Arch had previously been working at. “I have also been advised that the newest immortal in Imperium’s companion is to be avoided, lest I set him aflame.” He grinned, slightly malevolently.

Arch chuckled, “I’m surprised that Abriella hasn’t gagged him and hog tied him in a closet after his behavior. She often surprises me with the amount of restraint that she possesses. He is just lucky that he faced her and not Cruz regarding the whole matter I believe.” Pouring the water over the leaves he had macerated, and leaving them to steep, he turned to face his friend and his expression went from slightly amused to more serious. “This is where the darkness becomes stronger. The shadows will become long and the pain within the palace more acute. I wish I could change it, Seamus, but all I can do is stand back and watch. My frustration is growing, but at least working with Olly and the new human, Amaya, will keep me distracted.”

“I also heard rumor that the Prince that Ms. Gail had spoken of having been found.” It seemed that things never did slow down in the Palace. Sometimes he wondered how Abriella kept her sanity, but then again she was the Horseman of Death. Was she truly sane? There were questions.

Now Arch was surprised. This was news to him, but then in the last 24 hours both he and Olly had been rather focused on Amaya. If other things had been transpiring in the Palace or elsewhere, they would not have caught his attention unless someone brought them to him specifically. “I was unaware of that, but something told me he might show up when she disappeared from Earth. He appeared in her dreams, after all, and dream walkers cannot enter the dreams of those in Imperium. I wonder how Abriella will handle that. If he is truly a Prince of another realm, this could get very interesting. ”

“Abriella is meeting with him now topside. I have a feeling they will be returning for the tests to begin shortly.” Seamus knew that this fulfilled more of what Arch had foreseen, and it seemed to trouble his friend as much as it did him. The darkening of his friend’s countenance said as much.

“You know what comes next. What will happen, and what it then leads to. I cannot stop it, Seamus. I cannot even warn those it is going to happen to. I am powerless to intervene lest the Fates take action against me.” The weight of it all seemed to make the tall mage slump some. He could do nothing but mitigate as much of the damage as he could and protect those who were not involved in what was coming….and what was coming was dark….

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