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iii ◦〉"haunting" pt.1 〉𝔯𝔲𝔢

PLOT: When a ghost dies, they have to fulfill their unfinished business before entering the afterlife. Unfortunately for you, that includes being the only one who can see your ex, Rue Bennett.

PAIRING: Rue x Reader

WARNING: cursing, death, drug use.

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When the news hit-you hadn't really known how to process it. You hadn't seen Rue in months, nor did you miss her after your explosive fight.

The last you two had come in contact, she's been in your room, screaming at you in a slurred rant the morning after.

She had sat on tattered bed the two of you had dealt the best and worst of each other. It was a dirty, disheveled mattress in the one bedroom apartment also known as your home, and aside from Rue, you were practically the only person who lived there, despite two parents of yours who rarely showed up.

To cope, you often dabbled in whatever drugs you could get your hands on, courtesy of Fezco. That's where she came in. The two of you met through him and become a fucked up couple, most of your "I love you's" were when you were too drugged up to remember how much those words meant. Drug use that led to fights, to forgiveness, to resenting each other when the other was low on supply. You usually knew the best places to go when another plug was closed, and Rue more often than not had the money to get it.

During your last fight, her eyes were tear stained and glaring at you, shuffling to put her things in her bag, a few bills, some plastic jewelry, and whatever else you'd felt comfortable trying to pawn off her earlier that she was quick to take back. When she screamed at you for stealing it, she looked like more of a demon than the soft eyed girl you'd first met at your mutual dealer's convenience store. And looking back, you understood why she was angry.

To be honest, you were too high off your ass to remember anything from that night. just before you'd gotten high once again, Rue's purse went missing, and she apparently talked to Fezco.

"Chill baby, you're so whizzed out. I swear, just take one hit and you won't be so fucking tense all the time," you advised.

"You stole my fucking stuff, Y/N, my personal shit. Then I had to hear from Ashtray of all people that you were selling it at a goddamn pawn shop."

"Shh! Rueeeeee-you're too loud. I just needed some more-" you tapped on your nose, pretending you were sniffing an imaginary powder, "you know!"

"I don't even fucking know you anymore," Rue spat, loud enough to startle you, a slight jolt in your hands and legs as you crouched down, your focus primarily drawn to the line of coke staring at you on the table.

"I'm fucking lucky Fez and and Ashtray share one braincells combined bigger than yours and knew not to pawn my shit when you asked."

"Iiiiiii-I will pay you back," you slurred, waving her off, the alcohol you took a swig of a few minute earlier as soon as you awoke now making it's affect on your speech.

When Rue realized you weren't giving an ounce of attention to her, she flipped the table on the ground, the last of the coke on it's surface flying in the air, and scattered on the ground with it.