Just A Ghost [DISCONTINUED]

Valentine's Day SpeciallaicepS yaD s'enitnelaV

hopefully i got this done in a reasonable amount of time

a gift for all you lonely people on this day

you're not alone you have me

sorry it's so late

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and this bomb ass ship

-this one-shot is completely unrelated to this story-

media: can't help falling in love with you (cover) by twenty one pilots

please enjoy!

Jonathan

Valentine's Day. A day to celebrate your loved ones, a day for cuddles, a day for lonely people to feel bad about their loneliness.

Guess which one I am.

GO TEAM FOREVER ALONE

It's bad enough I'm alone and have nothing close to a significant other, but add in my recent break up with Candice McBitchy Face Flemmons and you got one sad sack of loneliness. 

With this in mind, I walk towards my apartment, too tired to remember that I have roommate. A really gay roommate at that. I mention this because, as soon as I walk in, I see too figures, rutting (and fucking) on the kitchen counter. 

"C-Ca-Cally!" The uke whimpers, his pants growing faster and louder.

My roommate, Callahan, whispers in his lovers ear, loud enough so I can hear it, "What did I tell you to call me?"

The pairs (super sweaty) backs are faced towards me, so I don't see much...except for Callahan's muscly ass. Wait, muscly? What the f-

"D-Daddy!" The small figure cries out, and a white substance spills onto the stove.

Oh, fuck no. "Hey, I'm not cleaning that!" I shout, still waiting by the front door. 

The couple slip onto the floor, seemingly alarmed by my presence. "Jonathan!" Callahan exclaims. "I thought you were coming back after work."

"I got let off early," I deadpan. I go to scold him for dirtying our kitchen until I hear a shout.

"Get out of the way!" I turn in the direction of the voice, only to be rammed into by a head of wild orange hair, much like Callahan's.

Unfortunately, the person who belongs to the head of hair knocks me down and lands on me, knocking the air out of my lungs. "Ohhh," I groan, feeling movement on my..err, private place. It's a soft touch though, so my groan was sort of...aroused. 

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The figure keeps struggling, putting more pressure on that place. 

I automatically reach out to keep the person still, my eyes shut tight and my breathing shallow. "Stop. Moving," I growl.

"O-Oh, sorry," the light, feminine voice really isn't doing much to help my situation.  Okay, my little friend really isn't going down anytime soon.

I begin to sit up, my embarrassment hopefully not clear on my face. Finally opening my eyes, I see a goofy looking kid sitting on my lap, their outfit a range of different colours and styles. 

"Are you okay?" The kid asks, their big brown eyes peering up at me. Suddenly Jonny Jr. decides to grow even bigger and harder than before. The kid yelps, surprise evident in their voice. "U-Um, did you get a bump on your leg? Or is there something in your pocket perhaps?"