✨Only In My Imagination✨ (Alastor x fem! reader love story) ✓ [COMPLETED] BOOK 1

✨(SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER)✨

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The next thing I know, I'm in the dark forest clearing, following the trail I made up in my head to remember my whereabouts, and where to find him.

He usually is in the same spot, and tonight, there he is, standing in his spot, one hand behind his back and the other he holds near his face as he stares down at his red nails.

I wave. "Hi Alastor!" I call, running up to him.
Yes....my imaginary friend is called Alastor. Not a name I chose for him, but a name he chose for himself I guess.

I wanted to call him Bucky, but he refused it.

Its weird...sometimes its like this man made from my imagination has a mind of his own...but nah, I'm probably being silly.
He's just a dream...its what he's always been.

His crimson red eyes raise to meet mine, and his smile grows wider. "Hello Y/N! What a surprise to see you tonight!"

I approach him, and smile softly. "Yeah, I didn't want to take the pills. Actually, there's something I wanted to tell you. And since you're such a good listener," I tease, "there's a prom happening at my school tomorrow!"

"A...what?" he asks, "pardon me, but what is a, P-rom?"

"Uh...it's Prom," I correct for him, a little confused. I have control over my dreams, shouldn't he know a little more about these type of things since he's a part of my head?
Now that I think about it...there's LOTS of things he doesn't know about the century I live in.

Its...strange. But amusing too.

"It's a dance at school," I continue, "you do know what a school is, right?"

"Of course I do!" he laughs, "I was top of my class when I was a boy!"

Okay, now he's totally fucking with me. I know this is just a joke my brain made up, and I chuckle softly.

"Well, anyways, I got asked by this really cute guy named Jason to go to Prom tomorrow, so I'm REALLY excited!"

"I can tell," he points at my face, "I fear your face will split in two from how wide your smile is!"

"Look whose talking," I remark, nudging him a little, only for him to dodge it by stepping backwards.
Oh yeah, I forgot, I guess my imaginary friend hates being touched.

"I'm pleased to see you excited," he says, "and I wish you the very best night tomorrow."

"Thanks, Al," I grin, feeling my cheeks flush at the thought of how well Prom is going to go tomorrow.

Nothing in this world can ruin tomorrow night for me.

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*The next night*
*Y/N's POV*

Where is he? He said he'd be here at 6, its past 6:30!
Okay, calm down Y/N, maybe he's just running late?

I exhale a nervous breath, pacing the living room floor with my high heels.
I try not to rub at my face cause of my makeup, but if I have to wait any longer, I might have to redo my makeup from me nervously tugging at my cheeks.