#sequel summary

[femmescripter]

Poll Results & Future Maxley Story Summaries

You, the masses, have spoken! And by a landslide vote...

Option five won! So, you all want to see what my take on a Maxley-centered Extremely Goofy Movie sequel would be? You want to see one of my AU ideas? Well then; here you are! The summaries of the future Maxley stories I'll write - based on winning result.

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Original Movie Maxley Sequel ___

Title: Backstage Romance

Summary: The Welig University theater club is doing a production of The Scarlet Pimpernel for a charity show. Bradley, who's been trying to find a new niche after being snubbed by every sports team since the X-Games incident, decides to audition. While he does have some competition with an enigmatic, buffy bearded vulture named Emmerich Hertz the Saluki manages to land the role of Sir Percy Blakeney aka the Scarlet Pimpernel. Unfortunately, the leading lady meant to play Marguerite St. Just/Lady Blakeney has fallen sick. The director is in a panic until they're informed that the runner-up is available to take on the role. To Bradley's surprise that runner-up turns out to be none other than Max Goof, who auditioned for the female lead. Bradley of course teases him and asks why Max would do such a thing. And the Labradoodle just grins and tells him that he'll reveal the reason why on the week of their last rehearsal. Curiosity piqued Bradley decides to actually get serious about the play in order to figure out why Max would take on such a role. As they rehearse more and more Bradley starts to think that his initial animosity towards Max may have a more amorous motivation to it but is too prideful to admit it. This may be to his detriment, though, as Emmerich expresses interest in Max and seems keen on sweeping him off his feet. On top of that strange accidents begin to plague the production. But the more dangerous happenings seem to be targeting Max. Will the stars figure out what goes on behind the curtain in time before the big show? And will Bradley have a happily ever after with Max, or will the real world make it too little too late?

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And this...oh this is a very special story that I think a lot of you will like! AU Maxley Story ___

Title: A Tail of Team Spirit

Summary: One month before Max and his friends go to college to sign up for the X-Games he gets an unexpected but very welcomed call from Roxanne. She's moved to the town where Welig University, the same college that the Goof Troop are going to enroll in, is. And she's going to start her freshman year at the same time they'll arrive. Max is happy for his old junior high sweetheart and looks forward to seeing her again. But there's another reason besides this good news and a chance to reconnect that Roxanne is calling Max. Her cheerleading squad wants to enter the College Cheer Competition, or the Triple C's, and represent the Welig Caribous. But they're down their one male member who acted as the pillar of their towering positions. And Roxanne is in desperate need of a replacement. It's incredibly short notice…but Max is the only guy she knows and trusts to take the spot. Max is shocked and slightly embarrassed as he's only danced a little before, and he wasn't even that good. Roxanne assures him that he has the flexibility to make it work and that he can practice with the team. They're also in need of a new mascot as the previous one quit, and Stacey would love for Bobby to take the role. They'd also like P. J. on board to utilize his creative talents with music and pyrotechnics. What is a Goof to do in this situation? Well Max says yes, of course, and promptly volunteers his friends to help out. So, upon arriving at Welig University, Max sets his skateboard and baggy jeans aside for some form fitting shorts and pompoms as he joins Roxanne's cheerleading squad. Luckily all of the girls welcome him and his friends with open arms. However, the Labradoodle quickly finds out that not everything with cheerleading is hair scrunchies and friendship bracelets. A lot of the women in the Triple C's are a fourth C. Cutthroat, that is. More so when a special prize is on the line. The winning cheerleading squad gets to perform at next year's halftime show of the Super Bowl. And one wicked senior team from a rival college are ready to squash anyone who stands in their way. But Max isn't going to let anyone ruin Roxanne's dreams and puts his all into every cheer. He even uses his skating prowess to his advantage. Speaking of skating, X-Games champion Bradley Uppercrust the 3rd has started hanging around the Welig Caribou cheer squad. Max is immediately protective of Roxanne, thinking Bradley is eyeing her as a potential conquest. In reality it's Max himself who Bradley is captivated by. And he's looking to make the freshman his "personal cheerleader".

And there you have it! Based on the choice you all picked, these are the Maxley stories I'll start working on! I got quite a lot in store with these two. I hope you'll enjoy what I have planned.

Thank you all for your time and attention. I hope you had fun voting. And don't worry! I do plan to write and eventually post the other stories that didn't win. So you'll still see the Omegaverse stories and other AUs! These two are just the tip of the iceberg. If you have any questions about either story, feel free to ask and I'll answer as much as I can without spoilers.

I'm going to work on the first two chapters of each story at a time. But before then - I'm going to work on and complete my current Maxley miniseries. That, by the way, is totally unrelated to both of these stories. So just keep that in mind.

Until next time, take care of yourselves.

[hjbender]

*Implying that the total number of works will only ever be two.

[inkykeiji]

bnha manga spoilers!!!!!

EEEEEEEEE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!

his hair!!!!!!!!!!!!! his fucking HAIR!!!!!!!!! i just AAAAH i cannot get over it because !!!!! that is exactly how i picture touya-nii’s hair to look 🥹🥹🥹 just down/undone n fluffy n shaggy n soft <333

anyway i am sickly in love with him, i’m not surprised to see what he actually looks like after the war, but the fact that he’s still got his eyes makes me think that his blue irises must be so stark and vivid and just pop against the rest of his injured body—which makes me both swoon and sad, because goddamn you’d recognize those eyes anywhere, the very moment your gaze meets his…but enji still didn’t, not even when he first came face to face with them, not until they were thrust in his face and screaming at him ._.

[ifindus]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thanks, Rae!! 🥰 I rarely write fics now, but it was fun to look back on what I've manage to produce in the last 10 years 😅 the quality I fear varies greatly

The Sky Pirates Ship: FrUK Words: 61 802 Published: 13. May 2018 Summary: Francis finds himself a prisoner of a group of sky pirates. He's forced to join their adventures and the people he meets along the way change how he looks at the world. It requires teamwork to get out of it alive, but Francis manages to make a mistake that will cost him dearly.

Change Ship: SuNor (unfortunately not very shippy tbh) Words: 2 515 Published: 23. December 2023 Summary: Norway is not happy with being traded around like a piece of property and he is certainly not happy with his new "boss" ; Sweden. Over the years, his opinion does not change, but their personal relationship just might.

All you have to do is ask Ship: ScotNor Words: 3 468 Published: 30. December 2022 Summary: Sigurd keeps inviting all his friends to a café just befoe the holidays. Why has he become so sociable all of a sudden? Must be the excellent coffee and nothing to do with the handsome barista.

What Love? Ship: FrUK Words: 32 296 Published: 25. July 2016 Summary: France and England have had a thing going on for quite a while, but never talked to each other about it. However, their thoughts keep nagging them and somehow they end up as neither of them could have foreseen.

Love Burns Ship: ScotNor Words: 2 649 Published: 15. October 2020 Summary: The second world war has begun and Norway had to flee his country with the Royal family. While they now are safe in England, he has taken the trip up to stay with Scotland as there is little he can do in London. Still, he longs to be back with his own people.

[mispelled]

Idk if there are enough overlapping fans to get this but that's ok because I cater to myself

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pokepasta masterlist

masterlist of all pokemon creepypastas ive read so far, at someones request+for funsies.ranges from "everyone knows this one" to "deviantart user heaven" to "wiki recommended at 2 am"

(note ill be linking each pastas latest version if they have been rewritten, either by the creator or done with their permission.shouldnt be hard to hunt their original versions if you wanna see smth you remember from old days)

lost silver (fan game in link)

strangled red

glitchy red (r slur is used in a certain part)

buried alive (rom hack)

hypno's lullaby* (song cover)

easter egg:snow on mt silver (fan game) (fan game 2)

(creepy) black (rom hack)

lavender town syndrome (supposed original song)

ash's coma

satanic lavender town (rom hack) (alt ending rom)

HM slave

tommy boy

my shining star

forever mine (TW for suicide in this one)

explorers of death

bad egg manaphy

nasty plot

pokemon dead channel

pokemon dead channel 2

pokepark wii:pikachu's return

ashamed

.194

my guardian angel

pokemon:perfect

pokemon lovelost

flames of life

fallen leaf

jessica

event gone wrong

little red rabbit

disabled

braid

tarnished gold (short rom)

battery ditto

dark green

abandon lonliness (rom hack)

prevention of evolution

lonely pikachu

blue tears (rom hack (flashing cw))

bittersweet

i love you, doll!

hell bell

stained silver

ketsuban

false pokémon copies news report

*as far as i can tell the creepypasta is mostly the song, as looking it up shows multiple different stories based off of it+w the fnf mods name its now impossible to properly hunt a supposed original down as it takes over the results

bonus:

escape from lavender town:game maker game using assets of pokemon yellow based on the lavender town syndrome rumors, very short, heavy flashing warning, the sequence after the game is closed might induce nausea.

uhcakip.exe and it's prequel pokemon death version:screamer games with some flashing by the creator of IHATEYOU.exe, the much more known mario creepypasta game, they're no longer downloadable but have full gameplays up

pokemon monochrome ask blog:ask blog made by person responsible for a lot of the stories linked here! has full art n photos, huge recommend! (note:the chrono tag feature is usually broken on mobile tumblr, open it on desktop mode on a browser if it leads to an empty page)

purin's lullaby:archival wiki for an old DeviantArt ARG, the link will take you to the timeline page, i havent looked much myself but i believe enough links have survived the test of time you can understand it (not to be mistaken w FNF's purin, they just share the design)

this list will be updated as i read more, feel free to suggest any not here

[delicatebluebirdruins]

i don't know if this has been said but in a weird way the 2005 The War of the Worlds adaptation makes a little bit of sense if you think that the Martians invaded years ago and all died leaving behind the fighting machines then in the film the different aliens finally enact their plans on using the machines already here and wrecking shit not learning from the past mistakes

[bitterseaproduction]

WIP Wednesday ~ Ace Attorney Edition!

[mistninja]

Working on my s.hadowhunters post and I think we can blame c.assandra c.lare for every fic-turned-into-novel book out there. I'm so serious

[ectoplasmbender]

This is once again your friendly reminder that if you haven't, pls check out my fic And The World Was Gone

Summary:

Tragedy strikes Amity Park and Sam is not there for it. Time keeps moving forward but Sam feels stuck, trapped by her past. When a college assignment gives her the opportunity to confront her past, she jumps on the chance. But years of regret and grief have a way of twisting memories into something ugly. Some ghosts should really just be left alone. [AU]

FFNet:

AO3: (I'm still cross-posting here, but this version is slightly edited, with small corrections for things like typos, etc)

...AND the sequel The World We Made, which I am currently writing and publishing on FFnet:

Which will also eventually be cross-posted to AO3 once I finish with ATWWG.

Thank you!!!

[chiropteracupola]

many thanks to jon @dxppercxdxver for letting me make many contextless nonsensical sharpe statements at him tonight

[angst-fairygodmother]

Darkened Hearts (The Umbrella Academy)

It’s been ten years of trying to move on. But when Reginald Hargreeves’ death sets off a snowball of events leading to the end of the world, you may as well throw in reuniting with an ex. But can Diego and Y/N set aside their difference and fix things, before the countdown ends and the world blows up the same way as their marriage?

CHAPTER 1: BAD IDEA

Word Count: 2293 Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x (fem)Reader Warnings: Drug references, references to canon-typical violence, canon-typical language Rating: T Cross-posted to AO3: here

A Sequel to Light Fingers

There were still days when your bare ring finger felt wrong, naked and exposed, or like a piece was missing. Today was one of those days, and you wished you knew why, the foreboding in your stomach heavy and almost painful. But you forced yourself out of bed anyway, forced yourself to put on your uniform and go to work for a double-shift and pretend that everything was just fine. 

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“Hey Y/N,” one of the busboys called from where the rest of the kitchen staff were all crowded around the small television set, “Hargreeves. Isn’t that your ex’s last name?”

You frowned, setting down the cup you had been drying off and joining them. 

“The explorer and intellectual, perhaps best known for his controversial adopted children, The Umbrella Academy, was found in his home after a complete heart failure and cardiac arrest,” the reporter continued, reading from a sheet of paper. 

“Well damn, who knew he even had one of those?” you muttered, watching the images flashing on the screen as the woman continued on cheerfully, describing Reginald’s various accolades, glossing over or ignoring entirely his flaws.

“Authorities pronounced him dead on the scene, and the world now watches with baited breath for what happens next? Will the estranged young superheroes return for their father’s funeral, and will any of them claim his place as patriarch and headmaster of the once-famed Academy?”

You wondered if you should call Diego. What would you say? He wouldn’t want your sympathy, if anything he’d be glad the man was dead. But it seemed crass to suggest getting a drink together, for old time’s sake, to celebrate. 

You shook your head, forcing your eyes from the staticy screen. Probably best to do nothing. 

~

An hour or so later, the doorbell chimed as someone came in, despite the fact that the door should have been locked.

“We’re closed,” you called, not looking up from your task refilling boxes of sugar packets. 

“Y/N!” a familiar voice called dramatically. “I thought you’d be here, you workaholic you.”

“Klaus?” you startled, looking up to stare at him as he sauntered in. “What are you doing here?”

“Well. I was on my way to dear old dad’s funeral. I’m sure you heard that he croaked. And I thought, hm. I should bring a plus one, and who better than my best friend in the whole world who used to be married to my brother til he was stupid enough to let you get away.”

“That’s a long winded way of saying you’re trying to cause trouble on purpose.”

“No. I’m saying, don’t you want to see Diego? You can offer him...comfort?”

“I can’t do that Klaus. Diego and I have to stay out of each other’s lives.”

“Why?” his voice took on a whiny quality. “You’re like the only person he’s ever actually liked. I’ve never seen Diego smile before. Or since. Just when you two were together.”

You felt your resolve wavering before you swallowed those emotions back down. “It’s like...heroin.”

“What?” 

You motioned for Klaus to take a seat on one of the stools across from you, already pouring him a cup of coffee from the pot the staff had made to get through cleanup. 

“When a person gives up heroin, it’s because they know they’re addicted. They need it and rely on it, and quitting is acknowledging that’s a problem. It’s not healthy or safe or good for you.”

“Diego wasn’t safe? Did he hurt you? I’ll kill him if he did.” Klaus’s brows knit together, studying your face carefully. Despite his usual peacefulness, something in the way he said it made you believe him, and it sent a chill through you. 

“No. That’s not...stay with me here okay, please? Even once you’ve acknowledged those things and given it up, it’s not gone just like that.” You snapped your fingers. “Right? You miss it, and mourn it, and...crave it. But you can’t give into that feeling. You can’t let yourself surrender. So whenever you feel that itch, that hunger and heartbreak gnawing at you and determined to leave a hole in your gut you...chew a piece of gum or whatever instead. To distract yourself.”

“You replaced my brother with gum?” his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “No. I mean there may have been an attempt to with the cute girl from--” you shook your head, interrupting yourself. “It’s a metaphor Klaus. The point is that you can’t go back to the heroin. You can’t call it and check up on it and see how it’s doing. Or go to its father’s funeral and offer your condolences. You can’t apologize or say you made a mistake and gave up the best thing in your life and that losing it was the worst pain you’ve ever felt and I know it’s my fault and can we please please start over and try again.” 

You were near tears and turned your back to your friend to try and hide them. 

“With this conversation? Absolutely. I’m confused.” His voice had a teasing lilt that grated in the wake of how serious you were trying to be.

You growled in frustration, turning sharply back to him. “Clearly using a drug metaphor with you was a bad idea. I thought it’d help you understand but you’ve never willingly quit one in your life.”

“Hey! I’ve gone to rehab…”

“By force or for the convenience of a bed. And stole pills from the nurses’ station usually.”

“You’re being very mean.”

“You can leave whenever you want.”

“He needs you, Y/N. Not that he’ll ever admit it.”

“Klaus, please…” you sighed, closing your eyes. When you opened them again, he was gone, empty coffee cup the only trace he’d been more than a figment of your imagination.

~

Diego knew it was all bullshit, most of what Luther ever said was, but he couldn't stop thinking about it anyway. "It was personal" "someone with a grudge." And his own conclusions that there were no signs of forced entry or struggle. Not many people had both motive and means to pull it off: Reginald's five remaining children, only three of whom were in town and able to get to the Academy; maybe Pogo, although he'd never seen anything to think the chimp thought less than the best of the old man; and her. His ex-wife hated his father, maybe even more than he did, for everything he had done, directly or indirectly. And she was an expert thief, if anyone could get in and out undetected it would be her. He wanted to believe the coroner's report, to believe that at the end of the day Reginald was human enough to die of something mundane. But even if he did, Number One never would, and Y/N would be the top of his suspect list.

It would almost be for the best if it was her, if the other options were his siblings. That's what he tried to tell himself anyway as he threw a dagger to land between the eyes of a looming water buffalo. For the split second between when the blade left his fingers to when it thunked into place, he even considered how easy it would be to point Number One in that direction and let him go. 

“Diego, please. I’ve told you this already, but I’ll keep saying it until you believe me,” her voice rang in his ears, one of the few, failed attempts to sit down and work things out. “I wouldn’t have been sad if your father had been caught in the crossfire. In fact I probably would have gotten a pinata with his face on it. But I swear. On my mother, on my brother, on my father’s grave. Luther was not supposed to be there. And I never wanted anyone to get hurt.” 

Back then, he wouldn’t have doubted it for a second. But now…something just didn’t feel right. He was still contemplating the theory, turning it over in his mind like he frequently turned a knife in his hand, spinning it to the tune of the music drifting through, when a sound like thunder crashed and the room went dark. All thought of his ex and his father’s death left his mind in a rush as he rushed out to the courtyard, following the direction of both the noise, and the metal which all seemed to be suddenly magnetized toward its adjoining walls. 

~

It had been a few hours, but Klaus's words still plagued you. In many ways, he was right. You missed Diego, more than you could find the words for or even wrap your thoughts around. You had just pushed those feelings down further and further, a dammed tide as resentment and time became a wall between you. But there were still floodgates, and the mechanisms might be rusted to hell but a little grease could open them, in theory.

This was a unique opportunity. And you were concerned about what the loss, and the reunion with his siblings, might be doing to his head. It was just the nice thing, the right thing, to try and reach out.

It was a flimsy excuse, but you let it carry you and played it over and over while you toyed with the end of a sleeve and dialed the number on the old, faded post-it.

You almost hung up on the first ring, sucking a deep breath through your nose and steeling yourself when no one answered. 

The phone kept ringing, and you were just about to give up entirely when a voice you half-recognized answered.

“Hello? Who is this?” they asked.

“Uh. Hi. I’m looking for Diego Hargreeves. I’m a...an old friend, and I heard about his father…”

“He already left. I don’t know if he’ll be back for you to leave a message.”

“Oh. That’s okay. Am I speaking to one of his siblings then?”

“Yes. This is Luther Hargreeves.”

‘Shit,’ you couldn’t help thinking. ‘Of course it would be the sibling you most wanted to avoid.’

“Oh. I...I’m sorry for your loss then. I won’t take up any more of your time…”

“What did you say your name was again?”

“I...didn’t. I’m Y/N…”

“Y/N? As in--” you hung up the phone in a panic before he could finish his question and then sat, staring at the phone as if afraid it would, or daring it to, ring.

He had already left. He hated his father and that house. There was no reason to linger now, so he would have wasted no time. He was probably back at the Lion (you briefly considered calling there too, but Al was terrible at forwarding calls in the best times) or out on patrol.

You scrubbed your hands tiredly over your face and laughed bitterly at yourself. The whole idea had been so stupid.

~

Klaus rushed to follow his brother as he walked off. This day had been a laughable disaster, and it was probably a good thing that Y/N hadn't come after all. But he still wanted to do something. He missed happy Diego (he missed all of his siblings, Diego especially. Other than Ben, he had lost track of all of them a bit, or maybe more aptly lost himself. But this wasn't about him. It was about doing something good for once, and fixing Diego and Y/N's relationship, for them).

As he climbed into the back of the car over protest, he made a comment, something flippant and off-color and out of nowhere that he forgot as soon as it left his lips, and smiled when Diego cracked a smile in spite of himself. That was good, that was a start. 

They turned down dark side streets in silence while Klaus gnawed on a hang nail and tried to think.

“Hey, about what you said to Allison, the failed marriage thing,” he started suddenly.

“I don't want to talk about it Klaus,” Diego growled. “Just tell me where I'm dumping your ass so today can finally be over.”

“It's just…it felt like projection. And I'd know all about that. Do you want to talk about you and–”

“No Klaus, I just said I don't want to talk about it. Not now, not ever. It's over. It's done.”

“But–” Klaus yelped as Diego turned a sharp corner and he was nearly knocked into Ben's spectral lap. He gritted his teeth as he sat back upright. The direct approach was out then, time for plan B, in this case standing for Breakfast. Or maybe it should be D for Diner? W for Waitress? 

Not long after, they were parked down by the water, Diego doing something that involved a lot of staring and brooding, which was not unusual, but left Klaus uncomfortably alone with his thoughts, which were not being very productive. The only remotely helpful thing he remembered thinking was that the diner would be closing soon, and if they didn’t get there, it would all be wasted, take two, and he wouldn’t get a third try.

Klaus heard the vague crackle of Diego's bootleg police scanner but decided not to pay much attention to it, since through the closed door he couldn’t hear what exactly was said.

“Diego, thank you for joining us, we have decided on…drumroll…” he tapped tapped a rough pattern on the back of his brother’s seat, “wwwaafflllles.”

“I’m gonna drop you off at the bus stop. I gotta get back to work.”

Klaus's heart sank. And then somehow sank again when Diego slipped his old mask on, a sure sign there was no chance of changing his mind.

So much for a reunion.

[theboost]

Going through old fanfic I’ve written that i will never finish and laughing my ass off I really am the funniest person alive

[antique-symbolism]

A BRIEF FAMILY HISTORY OF THE MAGICAL MUNDANE || a contemporary fantasy 

Jacket Asanbosam has eagerly awaited their father's Sanguine Quarter celebration ever since they were a little kid. A vampire's 250th anniversary is already the biggest blowout a magical family could throw, and with the Asanbosams, every event is a boisterous family reunion. There's just one problem -- obviously, Jacket's sister Tala is invited, too.

What better way for Jacket to distract from the impending anxiety of confronting their estrangement than to invite their best friends Holly and Bash as their +1 and +2? Turning the roadtrip into a sightseeing tour of magical America will be more than enough to get their mind off their troubles with Tala, but the three friends will soon find that the Asanbosams aren't the only family with secret tensions bubbling below the surface.

[awordwasthebeginning]

Und noch eins, weil's so schön war, diesmal mit Titel: 🐝Hope you are in for nasty weather

& danke noch einmal <3

"Gottverdammt." Fred zieht die Kapuze noch ein bisschen enger. Viel bringt es nicht, sein fuchsrotes Haar ist längst fast schwarz vor Nässe. "Können deine blöden Hühner nicht endlich mal da bleiben, wo sie sein sollen?" "Nee", knurrt Sprotte, versucht, ihre Sorge mit schlechter Laune zu übertünchen. "Die dürfen selber entscheiden, wo sie sein wollen." "Schon, aber muss es unbedingt der Hauptsielzug bei 'ner Sturmflut sein?" Sie zuckt mit den Schultern. Und ihr wird ein bisschen wärmer ums Herz bei dem Gedanken, dass Fred trotz seiner Schimpftirade genau weiß, worauf er sich hier eingelassen hat - Sturmfluten, Wassergräben, wilde Hühner...und sie.

Fake fic game

[ezlebe]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023) Spoilers, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023), Fix-It, Blood, Blood Kink, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood Drinking, Blood Magic, Frottage, Unconventional Vampirism, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Vampire Summary:

John closes the door behind him, watching while Ghost does an awkward pace, then thumps onto the bed. It’s patently some attempt to appear collected, rather than crawling out of his skin with some emotion that John can’t quite identify but can certainly see. He can see, as well, Ghost still won’t look at him, as if staring over his head is any sort of subtle.

Ghost offers a low grunt. “What.”

John takes a harsh breath, leaning over the bed to forcibly catch Ghost’s eyes where they’re fixed at the ceiling. “I should be asking you that?”

Ghost peeks in any direction he can to avoid John’s face.