#ghost!michael

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TW: drinking and drug taking is mentioned

Ghost!Michael

You'd definitely be shy around him. After all, you just found out that ghosts are real! Michael would enjoy teasing you, telling you tales of al the drinking and drugs the two of you used to do. But deep down, he missed you. He missed your company. He missed hanging out with you. You going with him to fancy restaurants or to the theatre. The two of you just spending time in each others company, not saying anything, but knowing how you felt. It was those moments he missed the most.

Ghost!Luca

You were someone he met when he came over to Birmingham. Sweet and innocent, you had no knowledge of the life he actually led. He hated to admit how quickly he fell for you You showed him just a little bit of kindness and he was yours. He wanted to whisk you away from the life your used to lead. Take you back to America with him and he'd tell the modern you that. He'd insist on your travelling to the US if you hadn't been before, giving you a sad smile as he remembered what could've been between you.

Mini fics...

Luis: She's perfect.

Ghost!Michael: ... She's gonna murder you.

Luis: Shut up, strange voice in my head. I am madly in love with her..

For a while @langdonsoceaneyes and I have been teasing you all about a HUGE project we’ve had in the works. Well, the ground work has been laid and we are now able to reveal what we have been working on...

Inspired by Netflix’s Bandersnatch, we have created a Michael Langdon x you series/fic where YOU get to choose the outcome. Throughout you will be presented with a series of choices which determine not only your fate, but Michael’s too. 

Summary: Created by Satan, you are sent to give Michael Langdon a second chance to bring about the Apocalypse. Sequestered away as a ghost inside the very outpost he tormented, the path is open for you to choose how your story is going to play out. But be careful, your choices will affect the outcome of your ending and Michael’s. You may have to go back at times and yes, you may die along the way. We’ll see you at the end.

We are looking for WRITERS who would like to be involved in this major collaboration. There are ALOT of segments to be written, far more than the two of us could get done and we see this as an amazing way to get as many people in this fandom involved as possible. 

This is how it’s gonna work if you are interested: drop one of us a message and we will assign you a segment of the story to write, along with a basic summary of the plot and some key points that need to happen in your segment. Every segments ends with a choice for the reader to make. The rest is completely up to you to write as you please! More info will come if you message us. 

Couple of rules:

-   Your segment can be as long or short as you would like it to be, just please don’t change big plot points!!!

-    Stick to the small guidelines we have give you as it will affect the other segments written too.

-   Please send your written segment back to either @michael-langdon-appreciation or @langdonsoceaneyes. We will then read it over and ensure it’s all good before posting and adding it to the current storyline, we will notify you when the segment is up and live too! 

-   Please do not post your section separately on your blog as we want it to continue to continue the choices and not spoil things for anyone!

-   There may be slight edits to your segment just to make sure the tone of voice matches throughout and the like but the segment is entirely yours and you will get the credit for writing it! (If you do not like this you do not have to contribute!)

If you have ANY questions about your segment don’t hesitate to message us, we’re super lovely and will be happy to answer anything.

Happy Friday, y'all, time to unravel more lore because I am itching to do so.

You get haunted.

You talk to your best living friend.

You meet a dad.

(welcome to spooky season)

“Shut the fuck up,” you moaned, turning over in your bed to glance at your clock. 3:52 am. “Are you actually fucking kidding me?” You sit up and rake your eyes around your room to see what Michael had knocked over this time. 

“Ya know,” you say into the empty space of your room, “I’m getting real tired of your shit, Michael, and not just because it causes me to lose sleep.” In the corner of your eye you see a glimmer. Once you turn your head fully to face it, Michael had materialised fully, which prompted a glare from you. 

“Really, Y/N? You look beautiful, I can hardly tell you haven’t been getting enough beauty sleep.” He smiles and you groan, throwing yourself back down onto your bed.

I don’t even know what I wrote, oops. Hope you like it and the next part will be up someday lol. I start a new college quarter tomorrow, and I’m tkaing Biochemistry, so I don’t know how much time for writing I’ll have. anyway, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Ghost!Michael and Y/N

Warning: Lots of swearing

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Part 1

It had been a couple of days since your encounter with the ghost and you still couldn’t believe it had been real. Your mom had run into your bedroom, alerted by your screaming. He was gone by then, though, so you had to make up a lie about how you saw a cockroach.

You could still feel a presence around you, though, so you didn’t know what to believe anymore. Was the ghost real or not? Where you going insane? You didn’t know anymore and both options seemed equally terrifying at the moment.

Your anxiety started to increase day by day. You didn’t feel safe anywhere: not at school, not on the bus and not in your own home. You were terrified of the presence that was constantly lingering around, haunting you. You could feel the cold brush of his fingers over your arms and cheeks, the soft feel of his breath –if he even had one- on your neck, and you could hear him speaking sometimes, mumbling unintelligible things, like your name or song lyrics or anything else that didn’t really make any sense.

The most banal, insignificant situations turned terrifying just because you felt the ghost around you. You couldn’t shower without feeling like he was watching. You couldn’t even sleep, for crying out loud. You were desperate for some sleep, but couldn’t get any because you always felt him there, lingering around you, torturing you with his presence.

It got to the point that you couldn’t even function because of how scared you were. You could feel him all the time and it was honestly freaking you out. You didn’t even know if you were making it all up or not.

This went on for weeks until you got fed up. You were too anxious and too tired to deal with this any longer. Thankfully, you exploded when your parents weren’t home, so they wouldn’t think you were having a mental breakdown.

“Show yourself, you asshole! I know you’re there!” you exclaimed, your voice reverberating through the house’s walls.

When you received no response, you took a deep breath, closed your eyes and screamed this time. “I can feel you! I know you’re there! Come here and let me see you! Stop with this bullshi-“

“If you wanted to see me so badly, you could have asked nicely,” said a boy from behind, suddenly startling you. A shriek escaped your lips and you gripped onto your chest tightly.

After somehow calming down, you turned around to meet the eyes of the red-headed boy you’d seen weeks ago. It freaked you out to know that there was, indeed, a ghost haunting you. You weren’t going crazy. Or maybe you were. You could be imagining him. But that didn’t matter to you in that moment.

It was like the anxiety, the lack of sleep and the stress suddenly caught up to you. Before you knew it, you were crying in front of him, taking him completely off-guard. He clearly didn’t know what to do, if his freaked out expression was anything to go by. He was just staring at you wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open as you balled your eyes out.

“F-fuck you,” you whimpered between sobs. “F-fuck you f-for scaring me l-like this. I-I thought I w-was g-going crazy! It wasn’t funny, you dipshit! It wasn’t funny at all!”

He seemed completely startled by your outburst. And who wouldn’t, really? It was a completely unexpected one. Normally, one would scream when seeing a ghost, maybe stare in awe or run away, completely freaked out. But cursing at a ghost? Calling him names? And crying? Yeah, not the reaction anyone would expect.

“Um, I’m sorry about that, I guess,” he said with a frown when you somehow relaxed. “I was just having some fun messing with you. I-I didn’t think you would get so…mad.”

“SORRY DOESN’T FIX IT!” you exclaimed.

He raised his hands and pulled back, clearly freaked out by your attitude. As if you could do any damage to him. “You need to calm down.”

That was clearly the wrong thing to say, because that just made you go into a laughing fit. You couldn’t believe his words. Who did he think he was? Telling you you had to calm down when he was the one who pissed you off in the first place?

“Look, I don’t need to calm down, okay? I have every right to be fucking mad because you made think I was crazy! Don’t fucking patronize me! And don’t tell me to calm down ever again or I’ll find a way to kick your ass, even if I can’t touch you!”

He had an eyebrow raised, his lips pursed like he was trying not to laugh at you. “You’re so weird. This is the best reaction I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, so you’ve done this before?” you asked. When he nodded, you shook your head. “What a dickhead.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Being a ghost isn’t exactly the most entertaining thing ever, you know? You gotta find something to do and, well, freaking people out seemed like the best option.”

You thought about it for a moment before you slowly started to nod. “Makes sense,” you said.

You two remained quiet for a moment, looking at each other. You studied his features, noticing the pale tone to his skin that probably was because he was dad, but somehow you just knew he was naturally pale. His eyes were the most beautiful tone of green you’d ever seen and you wondered if his eyes were really like that before he died, or if it had something to do with being in the afterlife. Obviously, his red hair was not natural, so he either died with his her dyed that color, or he could somehow change it. Also, there were some tattoos on his arms and a piercing on his eyebrow. How did he keep his piercing you didn’t know, but you figured, once again, it was something about the afterlife that you probably wouldn’t understand either.

“So, my name’s Michael,” he said after the moment of silence.

“Cool, I’m Y/N, but you already knew that,” you said.

He nodded and bit his bottom lip. “Well, since I think we’re past the ‘I’m a ghost and I was haunting you’ stage, I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms. “You want me to help you? After what you did?”

He gave you puppy eyes and actually pouted, which made your cold heart warm and grow in your chest. Seriously, you’d never seen something so cute in your entire life. And you really couldn’t deny him anything. Ever. So, you found yourself nodding. “What do you need me to do?”

“I just need you to help me find someone,” he said.

You frowned because he could probably go by himself and haunt them like he did with you, but you nodded anyway. For whatever reason, he wanted your help and you really couldn’t deny it to him.

“Sure, where do we start looking?” you asked.

The glint in his eyes told you you probably wouldn’t like the answer and you were proved right with his following words.

“Do you know Luke Hemmings?”