#ghost bc imagines

[lunariiawrites]

I feel like Papa would hear slamming of a door and think something is wrong but it's just the ghouls reenacting that oven/trumpet meme.

I'm guessing it'd be Dew and Swiss.

[sinfulbible]

Psss, Ghost Family, help please ~

I'm kinda pretty bad at finding information, especially I don't understand how Tumblr works at all

So can you help the monkey (me) and send some cool Ghost themed blogs? Art, memes and imagines are prefered

(Also I'm in search for friends, if you're interested)

Thousend of thanks 💙✨

[ghost-imagines-blog1]

My savior // imagine

(This imagine can be Papa, Ghoul of your choice, or anyone else for that matter)

WARNINGS: Depression triggers, suicide attempt, language, and alcohol use.

Song: Pieces by Red

The night was cold and dark, she could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper into her sadness and emptiness. The house was quite, the sound of her demons attacking her in that exhausted brain of hers. Sitting in the bathroom, a cigarette in hand, a bottle of vodka in the other, tears staining her cheeks.

“I’m so fucking worthless..” she whispered as she took another swig and inhaled the little stick of chemicals and hurt. She had no one, her phone shattered due to throwing it against the wall, and her best friend wasn’t home due to a concert he had in the state next to hers.

Thoughts of him flooded her mind, hating that she was in love with him and he had no clue. She loved every bit of him. Every bruise, every scar, his attitude, bad habits, anger issues, and everything inbetween.

“He won’t ever love me like I love him.” She started crying again, scars all over her arms from fresh cuts. She was so strong for so long, but this night set her off. A photo of him was posted to snapchat by one of his bandmates, a girl sitting on his lap, her tongue on his cheek, a grin on his face. SShe felt like a shattered statue.

A bottle of sleeping pills was on the counter in front of her, the voices of depression telling her to take them, all of them. Over and over and over again.

“No..” She choked. “I cant..”

-But you can. You have to! No one loves you. No one will miss you. Do it.- the voices said.

“Shut up! Shut up! Leave me alone!” She screamed while covering her ears with her hands. Her body shook, she couldn’t take this anymore. The pain was unbearable and she needed to end this agony.

She pulled out her phone, clicking his message box and began typing, saying her goodbyes. After she was done, her sobbing self reached over with a trembling hand and grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills. Emptying the whole thing into her clammy hand.

“I’m sorry..” Her shaking voice let out her last goodbyes, throwing the pills in her mouth as she swallowed them with vodka. Letting out a scream after they were all gone, she started kicking and throwing more things, throwing the bottle of liquor by throwing it at the mirror.

Her aching body slid down the wall, makeup completely ruined, cheeks burning with tears that felt like acid.

// His POV //

Something felt off, like something was wrong. He couldn’t shake this feeling of overwhelming dread as he reached for his phone. There was a new text from (y/n). His shaky finger opened it, scanning the words carefully.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m a fuck up. I’m sorry I can’t fix my broken self. I’m sorry that every little thing is my fault. Whether it’s because I’m having my mood swings, my depression got to me, or I throw a fit over something dumb. I know I get on your nerves to no end, but that’s because I’ve been hiding something for as long as I can remember. You hurt me every minute of every day, but you also make me smile and laugh and I’m so thankful I met you. But I can’t take not having you. You’re my world, my heart and soul long for you, but you’re better off without me. I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t believe what he was reading. His thoughts were racing as he jumped up and ran out the door of the diner the band stopped at to eat on their way home. He was a half and hour away and he knew what she’s done. He could sense the pain she was feeling and the misery and hurt.

“Where are you going?” One of his band mates asked, curious.

He ignored him, running out to his car, putting the key in the ignition and speeding off. His trembling arm stammered for his cellphone, dialing her number.

“Pick up, pick up.” He was frustrated but worried frustrating instead of mad. It stopped ringing, hearing muffled sounds on the other end. “(Y/n)? (Y/n)??!”

“I’m sorry. I love you (h/n).” Her voice shaky, hanging up the phone.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!! Fuck!” He threw the phone across the car, punching the gas peddle. Minutes feeling like hours.

As he pulled into the driveway, he didn’t bother to shut the car off or close the car door, nor the front door on the way in. His shaking legs running as fast as they could take him, running around the whole house searching for her. His blurry eyes noticed broken pictures, glass, her shattered phone, and other things.

“(Y/n)?!! Where are you?!”

He went to the bathroom, realizing the door was locked.

“(Y/n)? I’m coming in!” He yelled, stepping back a few feet and got his right leg, kicking the door as hard as he could, it swinging open with a crack. His eyes scanned the mess he saw in the small room. A broken mirror, a shattered vodka bottle, objects thrown around, alcohol all over the floor.

His eyes soon found her.

“(Y/n)..” He grabbed her lifeless body in his arms, tears running down his face as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. He realized she was still breathing, very softly. The first thought that ran through his mind was

Save her

All he could think of to do first was to fix this. He dragged her fragile self over to the tub, picking her up in his arms and sitting in the tub, turning on the cold water from tge shower head, and sticking 2 fingers down her throat, trying to make her throw up the pills and alcohol.

His eyes were blurry, his arms shaking violently, his chest feeling like it was being crushed, and his heart feeling like it was dying itself.

“Don’t leave me..” he choked out a whisper, staring at her lifeless body.

After a few moments, as he tried as hard as he could to save her, his screams filling the air, she heaved and threw up the whole bottle of pills and all the vodka she drank.

"(Y/n)??!” He asked, shaking her. Her puffy, blurred, stained eyes from a concoction of black makeup and tears fluttered open, pupils large. “Why did you do that? How could you do this? To me?!” He choked out, raised voice from hurt.

“I’m sorry..” She produced tears, shaking her head, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Her face buried in his chest, sobbing. She could hear his heart racing, his chest heaving.

"Why didn’t you just call me? Talk to me? You know I’m always there for you.” He choked, “I didnt want to lose you. I can’t lose you.” He cried in her hair, holding her as tight as he could. “I love you.”

His words flowed through her like an river. His arms shook as they held onto her as hard as he could, never wanting to let go.

"I..” She tried, not being able to say it. She lifted herself off of his chest, looking into his red puffy eyes, tears racing down his face. She hated that she hurt him this badly, but she has to say it. “I love you. More than anything. You are my world and I saw that photo of you and some girl at the bar with the guys and I knew you’d never love me the way I love you.” Tears running down her face.

"I don’t love you, (h/n).. I’m in love with you. I always have been. I love everything about you. To the way your eyes crease up when you smile, the way you talk with such precision, your attitude, your bad habits, your mistakes, your bruises, scars, laugh, walk. I could name off everything but I don’t thunk you want to be sitting in here for hours.” She let a small laugh out, his smiling and letting one out as well. “I’m in love with you.”

Her words rippled through him, but her small smile faded when she remembered.

"But you don’t feel the same..” She looked down, letting another tear roll down her cheek.

“(Y/n)..” he whispered, tilting her chin up with his thumb and index finger so she could look at him. “I do love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for so long. Since the moment I laid eyes on you..”

His words shocked her, shock painted all over her red puffy and tear stained face.

“I need you.” His long shaky arms wrapped back around her and pulled the small exhausted body into his chest again, holding her tight.

“I need you too.”

[ghost-imagines-blog1]

Thinking about you

Song: Wake Up by EDEN / The Eden Project

Laying in bed, looking at the clock. 4 am. She hasn’t been able to sleep since he left for tour, the cold late autumn weather making her even colder in her lonesome bed. Maybe he was thinking about her too, or maybe he was out with the boys at the bar.

Her head filled with images of him. The way he walked when he was being sassy, the was his eyes creased up when he smiled, the way he ran his hands through his hair every other minute. Then she thought about what he does. The way he’d hug her so tight when they haven’t seen each other for awhile, the way he’d play with her hair, how he’d run his thumb over her bottom lip before he kissed her.

She missed him, longing for him. He’s been gone for 2 and a half months, coming home next week, yet it felt like years. She’s felt so empty without her love. When he’s gone, she feels like he’s dead. He hardly has time to talk to her on the phone with being in different countries during this tour.

She rolled over, running her hand along the empty spot on the side of the bed where he usually laid. The sheets were cold, but this house, that bed, felt even colder.

She grabbed her phone off of the black wooden night stand, checking for any texts or calls. Not one. A tear rolled down her cheek as she felt pain in missing him. She sometimes wanted to give up since the times spent apart were long, stressful, and painful, but she adored him. To the ends of the galaxy and back.

She sat her phone down, getting out of bed and going to the large dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, her hands rummaged through his clothes, grabbing an almost empty bottle of his cologne that he keeps at home, grabbing an old shirt of his, spritsing it with the smell of him, and taking it back to bed.

Slipping it on over her head, she let the large old Metallica shirt engulf her, laying back in bed.

Her phone lit up a few seconds later. She leaned over and took it in her hands, reading the name “My Ghoul” / “My Papa” (whichever one you want!) in bold letters. Tapping the green button, she answered it.

“Hello?” She said sleepily.

“Hello beautiful.” His voice flowed through the phone. “How are you doing?”

“Okay..” pausing, she felt sadness in the thought, “What about you, love?”

“I miss you.” He added, his voice calm and quite, hearing the sorrow in it.

“I miss you too.” She added.

“What time is it there?”

“Almost 4:30 am.” She yawned after saying the time.

“Did I wake you?”

“No, I haven’t been able to sleep without you here..” looking over at the empty spot of the bed as she held tight onto the hem of his shirt.

“I’m sorry babe. I’ll be home soon.” There was a few seconds of silence between them.

“Promise?”

“I promise. Now I have to get some sleep, it’s 11 here and we have to get up early to fly to Germany.”

“Can you stay on the phone with me? It’ll help me fall asleep.” She asked, wanting them to fall asleep on the phone together.

“Of course. Goodnight (y/n), I love you.” Every time he said those 3 words, it always gave her goosebumps and made her feel complete.

“Goodnight, I love you too.”

Silence soon filled the air as she laid her phone on the night stand, putting it on speaker. Having him on the phone, even in silence, made it feel like he was there beside her, and she knew it made it feel like she was there with him also. The thought made both of them fall asleep in a matter of seconds, dreaming of each other.