Inseparable {fun ghoul x reader}

The witch

Gee posted right as I was about to publish this

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Ghouls been healing up. I'm by his side every minute I can but I've gone on more and more solo missions. It's not that common in our group, we normally do pairs but I'm too scared to let anyone come with me. I know they're all worried about me. Ghoul should be up and at em soon though, so hopefully things get better.

"Y/K/N! Welcome back!" I drop into a stool. My leg my bleeding heavily before but I managed to get it to stop for now.

"Hi dead end. My usual." It's probably bad that I'm on first name terms with all the bartenders and they know my usual but I'm on a little bit of a bender. A long little bit of a bender. She puts and glass in front of me. Eventually I'm drunk as hell.

"Where's your boyfriend, Y/K/N?" I clumsy stand up. Of course it's toxic adrenaline.

"Fuck off!"

I try to fight him but I can barely stand up. He knocks me flat on my back with one blow.

After he leaves I manage to get into the car. I'm obviously not driving but I fall asleep in the backseat.

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I wake up the next morning, my head killing me. I'll go home tomorrow. I don't feel like being sober right now.

"Back already?" The bars pretty empty but it is the morning.

"Something extra strong." I'm a few drinks in before someone pulls the glass from my hand after i take a gulp. "Hey!"

It's ghoul. I'd rather he not see me like this. "Let's go home." He looks at the bartender. "Thanks for radioing in where they were." She just nods.

I'm slightly tipsy but refuse to lean on him as I walk to the car.

"Y/K/N, what's going on. I can almost always smell alcohol on your breath and you-I mean this in the most loving way possible- look like a mess."

I guess that's fair. My hair's a mess and I know I have dark half circles under my eyes.

"Please just tell me what's wrong. I don't like seeing you like this."

I never wanted him too. I was supposed to be fine. He's the one who got shot and almost died. "I don't know." I really don't. I just hate being able to think straight. I hate not being high off adrenaline.

"That's okay. Just please talk to me." We sit in a tense silence until we got to the diner. "Let's go to bed. You look exhausted." He drags me into my room and lays next to me in his bed. He falls asleep almost immediately but I just watch him. The rise and fall of his chest. His soft breathing.

I can't lose him. It hits me. I almost lost him and I fell apart. If I really do lose him I'll lose my mind. I can't take it. He deserves better anyway.

I carefully untangle myself from him and pack a few things. Party gave me a sketch of the two of us a while ago so I slip that into my bag.

I sneak out of the room and shove some water and power pup in too. Luckily no ones out. I debate taking the car but it's too recognizable, they'll find me immediately. I scribble a quick note explaining that I'm leaving. I fold it up and write ghoul on the top and leave it. I restrain myself from looking back.

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It's been a few weeks since I left. I go to a different bar where no one seems to recognize me. I found a new mask and painted it to hide my face. I'm really on a bender now. I run out of carbons and take to wandering the desert, hoping I don't run out of food or water. There's been an ache in my heart since I left.