A/N: Yall are so lucky I have been consumed by Matthew Lillard, he just saved my Tumblr account. Also this one's kinda...steamy.
word count: 1048
âȘSong to listen to: Oblivion by GrimesâȘ
Shelves on the floor, books scattered and the TV still running the black and white movie that everyone was watching before they left. The big house had gone quiet and you and Sidney were the only ones left in the house. Stu had gone to the garage and never came back while Sid went upstairs with Billy. Bored and a little scared with the killer on the loose, you tried to find anyone to go home with safely. Safety in numbers you know.Â
As you walk around the empty house you find yourself walking towards the garage door. You open the door and see broken beer bottles on the floor and the garage looking a mess. The big door was open and as your eyes wandered you saw a familiar pair of shoes dangling. A blood curdling scream left your lips as you tried to find Sid to get the hell out of that house. As you turn back around to run, you find the door locked and the only way out is the one that your friend Tate was hanging from. With no time to waste, you make a run for the garage door before someone grabs your wrist. You met face to face with Mr. Ghostface himself. Without thinking you rip your hand out of his grip and make a break for the door. Finally getting out of the garage and around the house to the front door you decide to find Sidney and get the fuck out of there.Â
Running up the stairs you hear familiar laughter, but canât quite pinpoint it. You begin to hear hurried footsteps up the stairs after you. Adrenaline filled, you make it up with no problem and begin pounding on the doors for Sidney.Â
âSID? SID WE GOTTA GET OUT-â You feel a strong grip around your arm and hiss in pain. Youâre dragged into a spare bedroom and thrown onto the queen size bed. As soon as you land on the bed you feel two legs straddling your waist and a singular hand pin both of your wrists above your head. You struggle against the hold of Ghostface, and with his other hand he raises the knife heâs been chasing you with. You open your mouth to scream but the knife hits the ground with a clatter. You look to the side surprised but Ghostface reaches to his face to remove the mask and drops it to the floor.Â
âGotcha Y/N.â Stu smiles and licks his lips. Your face looks in shock as you search his eyes for answers.Â
âW-what? Why are you doing this Stu?â Tears form in your eyes as you register that your long time friend and crush was the one behind all the killings. He leans down to kiss your falling tears and laughs at your fear.Â
âNo, no, no babyâŠthis isnât how this is supposed to go.â He chuckles and holds your chin to look at him with his free hand. âYou knowâŠIâve always had a thing for you Y/N.â He grins and your face scrunches up in confusion. âYouâre like an addiction baby, I just canât get enough of you.â
âStu I love you b-but-â More tears fell as you tried to speak, but you were cut off.
âAha! So you do like me~â You struggle again against his grip. As your breathing gets harder and you begin to freak out a little more, he gets close to your face. Planting light kisses on your neck, you fight the urge to make a noise until a little whimper leaves your lips. âSo tense y/nâŠwas it the knife? Did I scare you with the knife baby?â He continues to leave a trail of kisses on your jaw as he pushes your face in the opposite direction that heâs kissing you on. Even if you wanted to show you werenât interested, your body betrayed you. He notices this reaction from you and grins before he chooses a spot on your neck and begins to lightly suck. You bite your lip with force as you feel him attacking your neck which causes it to draw blood. With every kiss, your body moved on its own, wanting more. He lets go of your hands above your head and waits for you to push him off, but you never do. It felt twisted, whatever this was. You knew that you should be cowering in fear, but the fact was, you were into it. The adrenaline rush, the act of getting caught, the fact that it was Stu⊠He leaves your neck and begins kisses down the bridge of your nose until he reaches your cupid's bow. Stu hovers there for a second, and right as youâre about to say something, he connects his lips with yours.Â
As his hands move down to settle at either side of your hips, your arms snake up his chest and rest over his shoulders with one hand in his short and spiky blonde hair. His thumbs move in circles on your hip bones to try and loosen you up since the adrenaline still hasn't worn off. An idea pops into his head, and he slowly snakes his hands up your torso and eventually up your shirt. He stops his hands right before your boobs and on your upper ribs and gives you a little squeeze. As he squeezes, you gasp in surprise and he takes his chance to deepen the kiss. Feeling short of breath, you lightly push him off to get air.Â
Nothing but the sounds of your mixed heavy breathing fill the room. Sirens could be heard approaching the house. âI gotta go babe, but Iâll be back. Donât miss me too muchâŠâ He gives you a quick kiss on the neck and leaves you in the steamy mess he made you into. You lean up on your elbows and watch him leave out the window. Sidney comes and practically kicks down the bedroom door.Â
âHey! The cops are here, are you hurt?? Letâs get out of here, theyâre taking Billy away.â
â...Billy?â You ask
âYes! He was behind all the murders y/n. Letâs go home.â You get up off the bed and before you leave, you look behind you and see the open window.
"megumi is annoyed with gojo for getting distracted with you and being late for everything because of it, so he makes it his lifeâs mission to ruin gojoâs chances of dating you..."
fluff, crack
gojo has a severe issue with constantly following you like a puppy dog wherever you go. after that day he had run into you on a whim at the park, your pretty (e/c) eyes locking with his as you both shared passing glances the moment your shoulders brushed, he was stuck to you. gojo stopped dead in his tracks, calling out to you and asking what your name was. you turned over your shoulder, stuttering to a stop upon realizing that handsome guy had been talking to you. you told him your name, that you attended the university down the block, and he was set.
gojo was sure to secure your number before you parted ways that day, approaching you as interested in friendship rather than someone completely enamored by your beauty and desperate to get to know you more. he would text you every day, from then on, pressing further about your hobbies and inserting himself into your daily routine, which you fortunately did not mind. the two of you end up spending a lot of time together, thoroughly enjoying each otherâs presence.
megumi, ten years old, witnesses gojoâs clinginess with you fast because it quickly has an affect on how often gojo fulfills his responsibilities in looking after him. megumi remembers the first time gojo forgot about him because he was distracted by you. he had been meant to purchase and drop of megumiâs weekly groceries, but he ran into you at the supermarket and ended up helping you take your groceries home instead. megumi had to wait three hours for gojo to bring him his next weekâs supply of food. things like this continued to happen the longer you to knew each other, but megumi knows it isnât your fault that gojo is attached to you at the hip and flirts with you shamelessly but wonât muster up the courage to tell you he likes you.Â
megumiâs last straw is when he is left stranded outside of his elementary school for forty-five minutes because he ran into you âeating at a cafe by yourself and you needed company.â the ten year old watches gojo pull up slowly with you in the passengerâs seat, waving at him apologetically with a kind smile. his blood boils as gojo smiles, shrugging bashfully and saying he lost track of time. megumi decides with a hastiness that he would ruin every chance gojo takes to flirt with you after the twenty one year old suddenly announces that he is driving twenty minutes opposite of his house to drop you off at your dorm.Â
gojo first senses something is off when you are over at megumiâs house one day after school, looking for snacks in the cabinets. gojo and megumi are sitting at the kitchen island while megumi does his homework and gojo watches you move around with a soft smile on his lips, chin propped in his palm. you turn over your shoulder and ask the two if they have any chips, to which megumi beats gojo to answering: âgojo ate them all. heâs always eating everything in my house. i try to get him to stop, but i guess he just gets too hungry.â the white haired man slowly turns to face megumi as you carry on about your business, eyes wide and a mortified smile on his face. megumi doesnât look at him, continuing his english homework.Â
gojo knows heâs being targeted the second time around, when he suggests that you sleep over in his room because it is getting late and megumi advises you not to because he allegedly saw a nonexistent redhead leaving his room last night and is âworried about your exposure to lice.â gojo chases the spikey haired kid around his living room later on after you inevitably go home, threatening to take him back to the zenin clan.Â
the day megumi outright proposes that you get a boyfriend during a car ride over to your campus, gojo almost loses control of the steering wheel and decides he has to keep you as far away from megumi as possible. megumi gets his wish when gojo begins to pay more attention to the days heâs supposed to pick him up from school and separates his days with you from them accordingly, but megumi doesnât plan to let this slide so easily. for weeks, he suffered the aftermath of gojo getting distracted by being your shadow, and for weeks gojo would suffer his karma.
when he hears you on the phone with him, megumi barges in the room and loudly asks to talk to you. you, overhearing, welcome the conversation gladly and ask gojo to hand over the phone while he glares animatedly at the boyâs blank face. he has to wait twenty minutes for megumi to finish talking monotonously about his day into the speaker, and by the time gojo gets his phone back, you have to head to a meeting with your classmates. the call ends and gojo ponders over why his kid is praying so intently over his downfall.Â
and of course there are the days when you ask to come over to see gojo and megumi, and gojo is physically incapable of refusing quality time with you or telling you no in any regard. he practically begs megumi on his knees to behave five minutes before you arrive, to which the fushiguro blatantly ignores. the blue eyed sorcerer is fuming with rage as he sits across from you and megumi, watching as you help him with his science project after him asking for your assistance, a stunning, bubbly grin on your face. gojoâs initial frustrations shift into envy for your attention, and before you know it heâs pouting with his arms crossed in silence.Â
megumi is satisfied with himself, concluding that gojo is officially fed up and has given up completely on pursuing you. he commends himself mutely for his successes after working so hard, though his actual enjoyment of your tranquil company made the experience more tolerable. he runs off to take a shower when youâre grabbing your belongings, preparing to uber back to your dorm. normally gojo pesters you about letting him drive you home when youâre over, so when he only flashes you a smile and holds the door for you as you walk through, you immediately think something is wrong.
the blue eyed manâs lips press together, eyes blank as he shakes and tells you everything is okay. your eyes slim in suspicion as you look over his face, unconvinced by his horrible lying skills. you ask again and he smiles again, telling you he is fine and to go enjoy the rest of your day without him. you furrow your brows in confusion before realizing that you had been busy with little megumi all day and hardly paid attention to your friend. heâs jealous. you giggle, and find it cute the way his half smile melts and he broods, perplexed by your laughter.Â
you tease your friend of a few months, telling him that the next time you hang out, you two will spend the day alone. pink rises to gojoâs cheeks. âyou still wanna spend time with me?â he asks and you scoff. âyeah, why wouldnât i?â âi donât know, i just thought megumi convinced you not to like meâŠâ
you laugh again, the sound ringing like church bells in his ear. you tell him heâs ridiculous for getting worked up over a ten picking on him and puffs his lips and rolls his eyes. you know there is a mutual attraction shared between you and gojo. youâve liked him since the second he asked for your number, but never said anything because he limited your relationship to what you assumed ws platonic flirting. now, watching him pout over the thought that megumi pushed you away makes you realize that there may be something real to his attachment to you.
a smug smile lifts to gojoâs face and his mood immediately improves. he tells you heâll pick you up from your math class tomorrow for a ride, just the two of you. you hum in agreement and lean up to your tiptoes, holding the side of his face with your fingers and pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. âit's a date,â you say. you pull away and his expression is dopey, eyes dazed and grin bright.Â
megumi runs back into the living room at the wrong time. he goes to grab his bookbag from the sofa and return it to his room when he catches a glimpse of the horror, his face scrunching in disgust as you peck gojoâs cheek at the front door. megumi turns grim, mourning over his failed plan. oh well, he tried. he wishes you luck dealing with that freak, and figures that the next time gojo annoys him, he can just save himself half the trouble and log him out of the shared netflix account.
you are halfway out the door, smile making your cheeks ache and heart bursting, when you hear megumi shouting from inside. âwash your mouth when you get home, (y/n)! you donât know where heâs been!â you hear the front door slam and dramatic, muffled complaining follow as you walk to your uber stifling a laugh.
Imagine highschool student!Gojo flashing you a confident grin and pointing at you, "This one's for you!" before throwing the ball and completely missing
A/N: Guys I swear I'm not dead I'm just in the middle of switching hyper-fixations. (CoD -> JJK)
word count: 405
âȘ Song to Listen To: At Last by Etta James âȘ
Today was your favorite kind of day. You lay curled up on your apartment couch watching your favorite movie and listening to the never ending rain storm. You were lucky because you were the few sorcerers that didnât have a mission today. However, your boyfriend was not as lucky and was out on a quick mission for 3 days. He absolutely HATED missions, but since he was a teacher now, he couldnât escape them.Â
After you lit some candles, opened the windows and curled up to watch your favorite movie you hear keys jingle and the door is immediately kicked open and you shoot up.
âSatoru?â You ask awaiting an answer. He strides in the door soaking wet from the rain and his clothes cling to his body.Â
âBaby Iâm so cold and so wetâ he sniffles. Heâs in one of his dramatic moods which you are used to, so you play along.
âOh my poor babyâ you coo âgo shower and get into some dry clothes and we can order food, watch a movie and warm you up.â He drags his feet and is walking towards you with a smirk tugging on his lips. You cock an eyebrow, not knowing his next move.Â
âWhat are you-â And almost instantly he starts fake crying.Â
âYou have no idea the kind of days Iâve been through y/n, I want to cuddle NOWWâ and before you can say anything heâs laying on you with all of his body weight, clinging to you, getting you COMPLETELY soaked.Â
âNO SATORU IâM GETTING ALL WET!â He doesnât budge, peppering you with kisses on your face and laughing in the process. After giving up trying to stay warm and dry you give in and just start running your fingers through his hair and lifting up his blindfold. All of his favorite feelings from his favorite person. He lets out a relaxed sigh and closes his eyes as you kiss his eyelids.Â
âHow was the mission?â You finally ask. He pouts and straightens up.
âIt was fine, but would have been quicker and less boring if you were there.â
Giving him a small smile, you get up, dragging him with you towards your shared room where the bathroom is and hot shower.Â
âCome on you big baby, let's get you showered and fed so we can snuggle on the couch.âÂ
The rest of the night, there wasnât a time where you both werenât intertwined.
i'd like to belive you and gojo are the same kinds of immature. it sounds dumb but it's your dynamic. had a hard day and want to unwind together? perfect. this is just the right time to whip out your laptops and play dress to impress and downvote everyone until they rage quit. cuddling next to each other and planning your duo outfit. this is why you guys got along so well. people say you're both insufferable but you're insufferable TOGETHER. in Gojos words you âmatch each others freakâ whatever that means?? you've given up with his antics
Simon wonât ever admit it but he loves your cuddles, he loves shoving his face in between your tits and just falling asleep.
You usually initiate the cuddle session so today you donât. You want to see if heâll ask you or not.
He comes homes and does his normal routine, greet you, shower, eat, and cuddle you after you practically have to beg him to comply.
Youâre lying on the bed, on your phone not paying him any mind. He climbs under the covers and just stares at you.
âWhat?â You ask, turning your head to look at him.
âNothing.â He mumbles and gets on his phone.
You shrug your shoulders and get back on your phone, internally smirking. He continues staring at you for at least ten minutes before he just pulls you close and hugs you.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask.
âCuddle me.â He says without even looking at you, burying his face in your tits.
âYou like my cuddles?â You grin and play with his hair.
ââŠYeah..â He reluctantly admits.
You guys cuddle and eventually fall asleep in each otherâs arms.
when it's raining and you both have the day off, domestic! johnny is the kind of guy who will build a pillow fort. (no matter how many times you tell him you're too old for that kind of stuff)
if you refuse, he'll throw you over his shoulder, give your ass a slap and take you to his fortress in the living room. once he puts you down, you'll see all of your favorite snacks, drinks, blankets and of course your favorite movie.
as you both lay down, he'll put all of his body weight on you, pepper you with kisses and take in your scent with every inhale he takes. (he's a physical touch kinda guy, what can i say)
"i'm never lettin' you go bonnie"
he's not even gonna bother paying attention to the movie
simon was very observant. so obviously when you got anxious and picked your cuticles till they bled, all he would do is hold your hands together, hold them tightly in his, and give lots of kisses.
watching a movie together and can't stop picking? you've lost your hand privileges. they're his now.
doing work? tough. he's got your hands and wrapping them in bandaids so you stop biting and picking and scolding you for hurting yourself like that.
he furrows his eyebrows as he's bandaging your hands.
"if you keep this up lovie, im gonna have to hold your hands all the time and id rather do that when you're not hurting yourself."
Hi guys! This ones kinda for me because I feel like I've been overworking myself and getting overwhelmed at small things, and I am just WATING for my huge breakdown (I'm due for one in like 2 days I can feel it). And also in honor of the new CoD season coming out yesterday, I bought the battlepass as a little treat for myself. Anyways, please enjoy :)
Word count: 634
âȘSong to Listen To: House Song by SearowsâȘ
This had been the 8th night in a row that you had come back late from work. It wasnât unusual for you to work extra, or to come home late but Johnny knew what was going on. I mean come on he was your boyfriend, heâs always up to date on these things. But he knew that this meant you were trying to distance yourself from your emotions, or something that you were thinking about. The only way you would stay sane, was if you overworked yourself to exhaustion. If you were constantly working, this meant that at night you would sleep peacefully. And this meant as a boyfriend, he needed to do small things to make your life easier, like wiping off counters after you made dinner for the two of you, or folding the blankets that scattered the couch after one of Johnnyâs after work naps.Â
After night 11 of working in a row AND working late, he had enough of you torturing yourself. And in all honesty, you have had enough of it too. You came home and softly closed the door to your shared apartment. Your work backpack feeling heavier than usual as your tired, sore feet carried you down your long hallway.Â
âBonnie, is that you?â Johnny calls out from the couch
And suddenly soft tears begin to spill.
All of those pent up emotions, all of those days where customers just bitched and yelled at you, all of those days you wanted to hide in the back and cry, all of those coworkers that made you do all the hard work just for them to get all the credit. You couldnât take much more of it.
You donât even make it to your door as you crumble in the hallway, letting out silent tears. You hear footsteps approaching you, but donât look up. A figure removes your backpack off of your heavy and tired shoulders. It sits on the hallway floor right in front of you and lifts your chin to meet its eyes.Â
âJust because you can carry heavy things, doesnât mean I canât help lift. Iâm here to help carry the heavy stuff too.â And just like that, you explode.Â
âI-I donât w-want to carry all the heavy stuff Johnny.â Your sobs echo in the empty hallway as you bring your body closer to his until he has you with your legs wrapped around his waist and and he has his nose in the crook of your neck.Â
âI know Bonnie, I know.â 15 minutes later youâve calmed down and your breathing softens, Johnny peppers your neck and face softly with kisses as he takes in your smell that he loves so much. He realizes that youâve cried yourself to sleep and he gives a light chuckle. As he gets up off the floor, he takes you with him and carries you to your shared bedroom.Â
Changing you into your favorite t-shirt and shorts combo, he takes in your sleeping face. With your eyes and nose red from crying so hard, it breaks his heart into a million pieces. He tucks you into bed and climbs in with you (him being the big spoon obviously) his hand snakes around your waist and up your chest to give you something to hold onto while you sleep. You nestle your cheek into his hand as you take a big sigh of relief from letting all your emotions out and taking in Johnnyâs cologne and touch. He always knew how to calm you down and after a long couple of days, this is exactly what you needed.Â
Maybe calling out of work wouldnât be such a bad idea after all. (Johnny was gonna do it for you while you were asleep anyways to force you to take a break.)
thinking about domestic! simon riley when he's back from his most recent mission (good lord im down bad)
you both have your routines once you get done cuddling in the morning. his is to brush his teeth and go to the bathroom first, yours is to make the bed (it makes you feel more put together). he usually lets you know when he's done so you can take your turn.
but today there was something so delicious about you and the way you fluff the pillows and put them at the headboard. simon walks up behind you, silently pushing his hips softly to your plump ass and giving your hips a slight but strong slap. he's bending over you to give you a kiss on the nape of your neck.
"what was that for si?" you ask over your shoulder as pieces of hair fall from your shoulder.
he gives your hips another small slap and your neck another kiss.
"mine."
I guess your plans for the day just got interrupted. đ€
Guy this is just a shit post to let you know I'm alive (not actually bc I'm in college and finals are literally in a week) I'm sorry for being so inactive. Also please give me suggestions in my requests so I can get back into writing!
Word Count: 484
âȘSong: House Song by SearowsâȘ
Women practically threw themselves at his feet. It was always the same way too. They would stumble up to him at the bar while he was silently celebrating with his team for their most recent successful mission, ask what he was doing tonight and if they could sneak a peek at the face behind the mask. Of course he would dismiss them and send them back off to their group of friends, returning to his team after doing so. He didnât know why but it upset him. The first time it happened to him, he was surprised. Women wanted him? But he was so scary and bruttingâŠto each their own I guess. But the more it happened, the more he realized the women wanted one thing. Him. Not like him as a whole person, but just a part of him. The part that didnât have a soul, just the empty, hollow casing of it. No one asked his name, what he does for a living, why he wears the mask, not even what his favorite color was. Not that heâd even answer those questions, but no one ever tried. Which is why he would avoid the bars as much as possible. If he did go, he would stick to the walls and corners of the bar.Â
One day you walk in. He notices you but instantly looks away. Not in shyness, but in hopes you wouldnât notice his 6â4 figure, or the infamous ghost mask. He watches you stand at the bar looking around. The bar lights light up your face, illuminating your cheek bones and your cute nose. The way that your eyelashes batted in quick increments is so captivat- âGhost youâre getting sidetracked, get it together.â You quickly look at your phone and see no notifications. 20 minutes pass, then thirty minutes. He sees you hang your head and pick it back up to ask the bartender for a drink. He watches your lips and sees you mouth the words âdoubleâ. You get your drink and take a big gulp, letting the drink warm your throat.Â
You look around and make eye contact with him. You begin hesitantly walking towards him and he starts to roll his eyes.Â
Here we go again, how should I steer this one away? He thinks to himself. He watches you walk closer stick out your hand to shake and-
âHi, Iâm y/n. I just got stood up for a first date and I could really use a friend right now so I feel less shitty about it. Whatâs your name?â You think for a second âAnd your favorite color.â
Oh. Oh.
He hesitates to answer, but a switch flips in him.
âYou can call me Ghost. And asking me my favorite color is too personal of a question for me, but let me buy you another drink for getting stood up.âÂ
Back at it again lovelies! I literally LOVE Sleep Token and don't know what my life was like without them. I blast my music in the shower all the time and my roommates are always like "nice concert" but hey, I have no shame. I am a music enjoyer and Gaz enthusiast 4 LYFE.
Word Count: 410
âȘSong: Granite by Sleep TokenâȘ
Gazâs Reaction
You were the light of the team. You and Johnny always were the ones to lift the spirits of the team on failed missions and always brought your bubbly personalities with you. That was something that attracted Gaz to you so much and why you two were attached at the hip. Whenever there were chores to do around the base and you volunteered, Gaz would immediately jump up to help you. Even if it was the most insanely boring task known to man.Â
One day, when all the chores were done and everyone was hanging out in the common area you had disappeared. It took Gaz all of 5 minutes to figure out that you were gone and not with the rest of the group hanging out. Swinging his head constantly, he finally gets up and walks around towards your room. He cracks open the door and the entire room is steamy and your bathroom door is shut. Gaz sits on your bed waiting to invite you to watch a movie with him and the squad.Â
He sits up and hears your music blasting through your speaker. It takes him a minute but he picks up on the lyrics as you belt them over the music.
âWHEN YOU SIT THERE, ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW ME, ACTING LIKE YOU ONLY BROUGHT ME HERE TO GET BELOW ME!â
Gaz shakes his head at the lyrics. Thereâs no way you listen to that! Itâs not that itâs bad music, it's justâŠwell he wouldnât expect you to listen to such intense music!Â
You get out of the shower still singing your music, change and get out of the bathroom ready to put your dirty clothes into your hamper and you see Gaz sitting on your bed.
âGaz! Whatâs up, what brings you to my room?â You say bubbly again. As if you werenât just listening to Sleep Token.Â
âIs that really your kind of music that you like?â He asked, completely baffled.Â
âYeah?â You say back to him equally confused. âIs something wrong with what I listen to?âÂ
âNo not at all, I just wasnât expecting it from you, youâre just soâŠupbeat.â You jump onto your bed and open your airpods and hand him one.Â
âLet me show you the joy of Sleep Token Gazâ You say in a serious but playful tone. The rest of the night you and Gaz laid next to each other on your bed and listened to your music.
So the other day one of my friends told me that I look NOTHING like the music I listen to and I thought it was really funny so I incorporated it into this fun little series. The music that I chose is my own music taste, but please feel free to adjust it to your liking! Iâm posting different ones during different times of the week because I donât have time to write them all in one sitting, or the patience to wait till theyâre all finished lol
Love ya!
-abbu <3
Word Count: 341
âȘSong: Tempest by DeftonesâȘ
Ghostâs reaction:Â
You were the newest rookie to the squad and everyone was very pleased with your skills, but when you werenât on duty, you were pretty quiet and you always had headphones or an airpod in. You loved your headphones but the biggest question wasâŠwhat are you listening to?
It was a day after combat training and everyone had their showers and had the rest of the day off. You however, had your showerâŠand then put on your headphones while you read a book out in the common area of the barracks. Ghost looked over at your face and you had an unfocused face and was just enjoying your book while listening to music. He squinted his eyes under that skull mask of his trying to figure out what on earth you were listening to.Â
After a while, you had to use the bathroom, so you took off your headphones, put a bookmark in your book and walked away. Ghost being the man he is, watched you walk away and around the corner to your room and got up silently. He picks up your headphones and his eyes widen in shock.Â
âThereâs no way they listen to this.â He thought to himself. What was shocking behind the music you were listening to was the fact that Ghost also listened to this artist.Â
You walked back around the corner bopping your head to the song you were listening to just moments ago and freeze in your tracks. Ghost slowly turns around with your headphones on and slowly takes them off.Â
âDidnât take you as a Deftones kind of person, kidâŠgiven your quiet nature on the field.â You slowly nod your head and smile. âTempest is a good song, but I like Entombed better.â He says matter-of-factly. Your eyes widened in shock, you didnât think he even listened to music.
âThanks Lieu-âÂ
âAny rookie with my music taste can call me Ghost.â He interrupts abruptly.Â
âThanksâŠGhost.â You both smile at each other. I think you just made your first friend in the task force.
Hey honey I hope you are doing well!!!!! Your Obsessions fic is very good and you are a wonderful writing:) đ«¶
This is so sweet, thank you! I was really nervous about the Obsession fic since it was a little bit more...intimate than the other stuff I've written. Thank you for supporting me! <3
