Ghosts One Shot

When Button House came into your possession, you never imagined that you would end up finding it already occupied with several ghosts and you certainly never imagined that one of them would fall for you. Once you got your head around the fact that many dead people lived in your home and they all came around on the idea that you would be inhabiting their forever home, you got along with them rather well.

Thomas made his presence known the most. He didn't hold back on the fact that he was in love with you, and you feared that you felt something for him in return. He was charming and kind, he also doted on you unconditionally; in nearly every way he was perfect, and it would have been an honour to be in a relationship with him but there was one main issue- he was a ghost. Maybe one day if you were dead in the house, the two of you could have an eternity as ghosts but until then, you weren't sure of the logistics

You tried not to think of the negatives though; Thomas made that easy. Even if he was on a different plain of existence, he made sure you felt his affection in anyway he could, often through his writing.

Over the last couple of days, you hadn't seen him nearly as much as normal, but when he arrived with the news that he had written you a poem, it made more sense. He didn't pause to ask if you wanted to hear the poetry, instead starting to eloquently flatter you, complimenting everything aspect of you in flowery language. As he rounded out the poem, his hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, trying to distract his mind from whatever you would have to say.

Your cheeks were warm and hands almost clammy from the onslaught of compliments.

"That was beautiful," you smiled fondly. "I truly do not understand how you could see me in such a way, but I appreciate it greatly."

"It is a great honour to have a muse as effervescent as you."

"If I could hug you, I would," you said. "I am flattered."

You could see the joy in his face grow as he struggled to stand still on his spot.

"I would quite like a hug," he grinned.

"Are you sure?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him.

He nodded his head violently, until you leaned in to hug around the air in which he stood.

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Written by Charlotte.

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