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andromeda-pleiades · 10 months ago

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Shadows of Trust - 3

Part - 1 Part - 2

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Medic!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,339

CW: oral m receiving, mini thigh riding

Putting this out on Valentines Day was a challenge because I got really bad writers block and just wanted to write smut, lol. But I hope yall like this .

Also if you saw me accidently post it last night you didn't

As the days passed, Simon found himself replaying the events with Grim in his mind. The only person he had shared the details with was Price, who, instead of providing comfort, teased him.

“If a few meetings got you acting lovestruck would love to see you actually talk to her”

Besides his mental turmoil, Price had volunteered the 141’s services in apprehending a high-profile hostage from Russia. Preparing for the mission Simon had a lot of paperwork to do. He usually would have done anything to get out of paperwork but now it was a welcome distraction.

The only downside to putting all of his thoughts into paperwork was that he saw the team that needed their help was not only the US Air Force but the exact team Grim was working with. No matter what he did he couldn't erase Grim from his mind, he thought of her when he awoke, when he ate, doing paperwork, and especially when he tried (but failed) to fall asleep

The fact was that Grim was everywhere.

He would stroll the main grounds as he walked around the base, eyeing every leaf that moved, reacting to every sound the wind made, hoping that it was early enough for Grim to be still asleep, still tucked in the covers of your bed so he wouldn’t see her, he wouldn’t have noticed her presence, so he would’ve behaved like the ‘Ghost’ he hadn’t seen in a while, the cold, detached, business-like ‘Ghost’, the one whose head was not tormented and stuck to the sight of her. The Simon Price would’ve been happy to get back, since even Gaz noticed some kind of discrepancies in his harsh exterior, asking whenever he would find him fidgeting at her mere presence if he was ok. Simon hoped he hadn’t made the connection of those strange behaviors arising just during the period of her arrival.

The thing that really set him off, the thing that made him realize that he was one step away from losing it all was the fact that even the sergeants noticed this change.

“Are you always this stiff whenever you see someone talk or is it just because it’s her?” Gaz had said, at the side of the sparring mats watching you try to explain something to Soap who was nodding eagerly but, from the looks of it, not understanding much.

“Excuse me?” Ghost’s blood had turned cold in his veins almost instantly, he felt his shoulder grow stiffer, and his neck hurt as he turned his head to look at the man beside him.

Gaz’s eyes seemed to hold one too many secrets for his liking. The man just smiled before quickly walking away.

If Gaz knew surely Soap would hear the news, soon then the whole base would hear the rumors because God knows Soap can’t keep his mouth closed. What he didn't expect was Soap to immediately confront him

Simon never wanted someone to change the topic more than at that time, luckily for him, Soap's attention span lasted only a couple of minutes. Soap seemed to be much more interested in the group of dogs in training coming into the cafeteria.

Avoiding her had to come to an end at some point, even though he wished he could avoid his feelings and responsibilities forever. He had to talk to the medics of his force and Grims, making sure they had enough materials to keep most of his men alive. He avoided her eyes most of the meeting, looking over her head and giving her one-word responses. But as the universe may have it, she was one of the most qualified medics in the room, so qualified in fact that all further medical inquiries would need to go through her, one one-on-one.

Luckily, he had a sergeant who was very eager to pass on his messages. Whether the time Soap spent with you was making him uneasy, or the fact you followed Soap around like a puppy, he didn't have the energy to find out. And Soap didn't give him the time to find out

The next day Ghost was rudely woken up by the familiar sound of knocking, he had spent one of the worst nights, barely asleep, tossing and turning waiting for Sleep's lovely embrace to take him to a place where his dreams would make him forget about the insane reality he was living in, but it never really came. That was why, when he finally decided that the banging was annoying him enough to get up from his bed and lean against the door, preparing himself to deal with whoever thought it was appropriate to wake him up.

"What the…" Half asleep, standing on one foot and balancing on the other one, trying not to slip on the perfectly polished floor, hanging on the wall like it was an anchor, Simon had a vision: Soap smiling, a huge, mischievous smile on his lips and someone talking to him.

You and your heavenly voice

Ghost considered the possibility of having a brain tumor. He wasn't the safest man, a brain tumor meant having visions in some cases and, it was a possibility, certainly a fair better one than having to decide if you could set foot in his room because he was almost sure he would've had to burn the entire base down to get rid of the memories if you ever did.

So, while you and Soap were, as usual, arguing, Ghost's mind was trying to work a responsible and mature solution between arson and a brain tumor.

Then he started banging on the door again, startling him.

"Open Up! I know you're theree!" Soap sang.

"Maybe he went on a trip…" Oh, her voice. Now his ears were playing tricks on him too. "I mean he hasn't really been around mu-"

Nope, you were still there.

What had he done?

He still hadn’t moved. Still paralyzed, still drenched in that absurd, apparently ridiculous substance that had been knocking the air out of his lungs a few hours before.

He looked at the door like it was about to burst open or like he was scared that it was going to slowly and painfully unlock and tilt slightly open, like the ones you’d see in a horror movie.

Except no hand drenched in crimson blood reached to the side, no terrifying face poked through the gap.

There was nothing to fear.

Nothing that a sane mind would’ve considered fearful. So why was Ghost’s heart hammering inside his chest? Why did he feel ready to bolt, ready to fight?

He saw his own hand reach for the doorknob, saw, in horror, the neat and strong fingers holding onto the metal.

And then, he saw it twist it.

The horror, the screeching, the madness in his head, the tension building up on his body, he felt it all rushing through his hands, he felt it rising up to his feet, crawling, like a sneaky spider, on his back.

He readjusted his stance, he breathed out and the door was finally being moved.

"Hey." If he knew that on the other side of that stupid piece of wood was your gentle, warm smile he would've busted it open from the start.

If he knew he'd hear your voice speak so sweetly, if he only knew, he would've made the world go quiet and listen to what you had to say.

There was no pain in his chest anymore, no buzzing in his head, no spider crawling on his back.

"Hi." He tried, it felt wrong to speak after you, like purposely, immaturely, interrupting the symphony of a perfectly harmonious orchestra.

You smiled and again, Ghost felt his heart in his throat, not for fear this time but for longing. He felt like the witness of the few, shy rays of sun after the cold and mighty night, the joyous, festive colors they would create as they painted the sky.

"You know…" Soap pointed at you. "I should bring you with me every time I have to ask Ghostie for a favor, you seem to put him in a good mood."

Ghost glared at soap, you didn't know if it was for the special nickname or for the context of the accusations. If it was the latter he didn't show any concern.

"Actually Soap, this is the last time you trick me into doing any of this."

"He tricked you?" Ghost wasted no time working with the new information, he was waiting for it actually, so he could be looking at you with a purpose without merely sneaking a glance.

"He did." You smiled, the way his eyes landed on you meant trouble and, thanks to the liquid courage in your hands, you were ready for it. "He told me we were going to ask Price about the drinks and not annoy you with our pleas…" You looked back to Soap, annoyed, but you quickly returned to Ghost, the sight was not enough, never enough.

You had, admittingly, drunk a little before with soap, deciding to pregame your begging. Which is why you apparently lost all professionalism and filters.

“I honestly expected you to be busy with some lucky girl” you chuckle, “Expected to see a line out the door, would’ve had to take a queue”

Thankfully, Soap laughed.

“No, not really.” Ghost sounded different as if you could hear his smile through words. You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face.

“Course not Bonnie, he couldn't even get Gaz to step in his room when he first got to base. He was so scared thought he was getting sacrificed or something. I wish you could have seen it.” Soap told through giggles

“Speaking of shouldn't we get Gaz to come help us too?” You asked.

“Oh that's so smart Bonnie, if we get Gaz to do it then we won't need anyone else. Kyle knows how to hit Price in that sweet spot he canne tell him no” Soap pats you on the back like a dog learning a new trick then runs out of Ghost's room. His feet can be heard pounding on the ground, certain to wake a few people.

But with soap absence, that left you and Ghost, alone, in a room by yourselves.

While you wanted a moment alone with Ghost since you got here, being in his bedroom was another story. Especially when you both are so quiet, just staring at one another.

Do you want to drink?” You reach to twist the top of the bottle but he stops you, grabbing your wrist.

“Did you really come to recruit to pressure Price?” He narrows his eyes and your knees feel a little wobbly.

Fair enough.

“I guess not.” You take a step forward as best you can considering the height difference.

He doesn’t speak, he just stares down at you.

His pupils are fucking massive.

Or are his eyes just that dark?

“Ghost?” He’s definitely moving closer to you, even if it’s in such small increments that you don’t actually perceive his motion.

“Simon?” He moves his face closer to yours, inhaling deeply.

“I've really wanted some time alone with you.” You’re feeling a little weak in the knees.

In the alley, he was intoxicating enough covered in blood, but in a space this small?

His presence threatens to smother you.

“You already regretting it?” He chuckles, as he lifts his mask so only his mouth is uncovered, showing the scars and stubble he wears.

“No, The furthest thing from that actually.”

Turns out, Simon Riley is full of surprises.

First, he avoids you all week, then he’s all smiles, and now it seems he can’t get his hands on you fast enough.

Nothing about his attitude tonight indicated that he’d growl the moment he got his lips on yours yet when you crash your mouth into his he silences all thoughts roaming in your head, only the thoughts of him and his body remain.

You want to feel him everywhere.

You take his face in your hands and bring him back in for another kiss.

His mouth is sweet.

Did he drink before you got here?

He likes bourbon if your memory is correct.

You can’t focus on that though as his teeth graze your bottom lip and you instinctively poke your tongue out trying to taste more of him, his kisses are slow and sloppy as smiles against you.

He shifts his legs so his knee pushes up between your thighs and your head falls back into the door, finally giving you that much-needed friction.

“Simon- Simon, just like that.” You shut your eyes, already dropping any and all inhibitions as you grind down against his thigh.

“Yeah?” He sounds fucking ravenous as he steadies his leg so you can rub against him without any resistance. “Show me how you like it, gorgeous.”

If you continue to get off on his thigh your night would play out much differently and you needed to taste him before you lost the chance.

You slid yourself down his body, kneeling in front of him. You unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops. Simon kept his eyes on you as your fingers moved carefully to unzip his pants, pulling just far enough to release his manhood.

He let out a soft grunt as you palmed his thick cock through his boxers. You looked up at Simon, smiling as you slid his boxers down, maintaining eye contact, while you tipped his cock up to your mouth. You slide your fingers on a thick vein on the underside of his cock and let the tip touch your tongue gathering your spit. Simon let out a huff of air, though you couldn't see his expression you knew was losing patience. You moved your hands to steady yourself on his thighs as you took his cook into your mouth. You sucked at the tip and slid your tongue up his shaft. All you could hear were his soft grunts. His hips thrust into your mouth, forcing his long cock further into your throat, making your eyes water. You can tell he is right on the edge with the speed of his hips. You stop moving, letting him control your head to his pleasure. He moans then pulls your face till your nose touches the base of his cock eliciting a moan from you and a breathy moan from him, then you feel the warmth of him spilling down your throat.

“Grim-” Your voice is strained as he pulls your head off his cock, suddenly leaving without the welcome weight on your tongue.

“We should- stop.” His breathing is heavy as he murmurs against your lips, kissing you one last time, he certainly isn’t acting like someone who wants to stop.

“W-why?”

“We need to stop.” And with that, he pulls back a bit.

“Are you okay?” You grab his face, but he stops your hands from exploring.

“Yes it’s just-”

Shit, did you do something wrong?

“There are rules, Grim rules I shouldn't be breaking especially as your CO”

“We’re already past that part.” You try to ease his nerves but still, he seems to be only gaining distance from you.

“You should go Grim.” He steps aside as if making way for you to leave.

“Wow” rejection no matter what age still hurts, but you rather not let him see you cry so you stand up straight and walk through his door.

When the day of the mission arrived, You and Ghost ended up on different planes much to his dismay. The operation went smoothly, with few casualties, but those who were injured required the full attention of the medics.

You were nowhere to be found. Ghost would ask a new rookie every thirty minutes if anyone knows of your status. The answer varied as you were busy tending to the injured, but one factor remained, you were the furthest you could be from him. For that he couldn't blame you, he would have never seen him again if he was in your situation.

He knew you didn't want to see him, you basically ran from him when the helicopters landed. Taking your happiness and comfort from you just so he could fulfill his desires was selfish. But if wanting to see you, hear you, and hopefully feel you again made him selfish, then he was the most egotistical man to grace the earth.

As of now, he has been standing outside the medical tent waiting for you to walk out, which got the attention of Gaz and Soap.

“Are you waiting for your girl Ghost?” Gaz said. Unaware of his surroundings, Ghost was startled when Gaz and Soap came from behind him. It honestly scared him. His thoughts were completely taken up by you that he was letting his guard down

“Who are ye talkin about” Soap questioned “Grim, you haven't noticed? Ghost got himself a little crush, been following her around all day.”

Soap looked at Ghost who hadn't turned to them, intent on staring at the opening in the medical tent, then burst into laughter.

“Ye’ got to be jokin, Ghostie here isn't the type to get a crush. And besides I've been putting the moves on her myself.”

Now that broke Ghost's focus. Could that be true, you do spend an awful lot of time with Soap. But no. You wouldn't have slept with him If you're interested in soap.

“Oh really?” Gaz said with an amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I was going to ask her for a drink later but she's been in that damn tent all day”

“Fraternizing is illegal Sergeant,” Ghost said albeit a little louder than he meant for it to be but if it got soap away from you then mission accomplished. “ Don't make me write you up to Price”.

Soap had a very confused look on his face. “Calm down Lt. it's not like I want to marry her or anything. She's going back to America soon, I'm just spending the night with her. Been a long time since I got some.”

Now Ghost is a very patient man he can withstand weeks of torture without breaking but, this torture is on another level. He shoved past Soap on his way to the tent knocking into him hard.

Ghost looked around for you and found and found you wrapping the ankle on one of the privates, your back stiff as you busied yourself with the cloth.

"Grim," he called, his voice firm and commanding.

You stiffened at the sound of his voice but didn't turn to acknowledge him.

"You can't keep avoiding me," Ghost pressed on, his tone unwavering.

Still, You remained silent, your focus now shifted to restocking supplies.

"If you're still upset about last night then you come talk to me—" Ghost started, his voice retaining its steely resolve.

“Get out of my tent Ghost” You cut him off not wanting to hear any more from him.

Ghost continued as if you didn't say anything. “You don't sulk around and try to avoid me, insubordination isn't going to get you any–”

Suddenly, You whirled around, your eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not one of your subordinates, Lieutenant," you interrupted again, your voice sharp and cutting. "I am your medic, and right now, I outrank you. Get out of my tent."

Ghost's jaw clenched at your words, but he didn't falter. Instead, he met your gaze head-on, his expression hardened. "We'll talk later," he stated firmly, before turning on his heel and striding away, leaving you to her solitude.

Days turned into weeks, and soon it was time to return to America. Ghost sought out Grim one last time, determination burning in his eyes.

"We'll talk when I see you again," he stated firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

You merely shook your head, a bitter smile twisting your lips. "I doubt it," you replied, your tone tinged with resignation.

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ninebluehearts · 2 years ago

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okay hear me out on this one- whiskey trying to get with a reader ( like flirting) but is just using all of this cringey pick up lines. Maybe for a little bit of extra stuff the reader and whiskey are already married and he’s just be flirty to mess with her. Does this make sense lol🥲🥲

Omg this is so cute!! It makes perfect sense baby

Ummm, this is a bit on the spicy side; nothing actually happens, but were gonna rate this M, so mdni.

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It was a Saturday night and Whiskey had insisted you went out for a date night. Both of you had been so wrapped up in your own work that you barely had time for each other anymore; other than the quick kisses in passing or the late-night phone sex when Whiskey was on a mission out of state..

So, even though you'd much prefer to stay in tonight, you just couldn't say no to his puppy dog eyes.

Whiskey had pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You won't regret it, baby. We're gonna have so much fun. Promise. Now," Whiskey pulled away from you, a mischievous grin spread on his lips. "Go get yourself all pretty, sugar." He said as he reached behind you and landed a sharp smack against your ass.

You squealed, shoving his shoulder before rubbing your ass to soothe the stinging. "You're an asshole." You tried to hide your grin, storming past him and up the stairs to get ready.

"You know I just can't help it, sugar!" Whiskey hollered out in between chuckles.

But now here you are, laughing along with Whiskey at a nice bar, both of you pretty tipsy already.

Whiskey slammed back the last little bit of his drink, slamming the glass back down on the bar when he finished. "I've gotta take a piss. Grab me another, will ya, sugar?" He pressed a kiss against the side of your head before making his way back to the bathrooms.

You ordered another round of drinks, finishing the last of your own drink as you watched the bartender make you another apple martini. Once served your drinks, you laid your head against the bar, tracing your finger along the side of Whiskey's glass to draw small smiley faces on the condensation.

"My god. You have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Whew." You sat up and spun your seat around to face your husband, who was standing behind you with a giant smirk planted on his face.

"What are you doing?" You asked, trying to somehow suppress the heat you felt in your cheeks.

"Tryin'a get your number, baby. I mean damn, are you an electrician? Because you’re definitely lighting up my night." Whiskey stepped into the space between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs to slip his finger tips under your dress.

You rolled your eyes as your arms wrapped around his neck. "That was so bad. Tell me another." You said with a soft giggle, your lips ghosting over his.

"Hmmm, kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?"

"Do chickens count?" You teased, pressing your thighs against the sides of his legs.

"Nope." He breathed out, pressing his lips against yours with the passion you hadn't felt in what felt like forever. He gripped your hips to pull you flat against his body, wanting to feel you everywhere all at once. It felt like the Earth could be crumbling around you and yet, the only thing that mattered in that moment was him.

Once you finally pulled away to catch your breath, both of you still inches away from one another, you pressed your hand against Whiskey's cheek, soft pants escaping your lips. "I've missed you, Jack. So much.."

Whiskey brushed your hair behind your ear, his hand slipping back to cradle your cheek. "I've missed you too, sugar. We need to do this more often."

"Agreed." You tilted your head to the side, pressing a gentle kiss against his palm. "Take me home?" You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

Whiskey grinned, "Actually, I was wondering if you had an extra heart."

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Wha-"

"Because mine's just been stolen." He interrupted, chuckling at the way you rolled your eyes at yet another corny pick-up line.

"I'm done." You slipped away from him, pulling your wallet from your bag to close your tab.

Whiskey pressed his hand against your ass, content with just holding it for now.

"Be nice." You mumbled, side eyeing him.

"Don't worry, sugar, I will." He leaned down, his lips hovering over the shell of your ear. "I'll be real nice." He smirked as he watched chills run down your arms and legs, your cheeks heating up to that nice light pink shade he loved so much.

It was gonna be a long night, but you were both glad you finally had time to catch up.

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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i know we're all on the serial killer au rn (which... god. yeah. fuckin hell. i have nothing to add its so immaculate) but my brain is still lingering on puppyboy soap and punishments. and reader being made to watch his more brutal punishments... what do u think those punishments are? bc we know johnny is like the biggest masochist ever and the only way to really punish him is to deny him of pleasure. so how does simon manage other punishments knowing he's probably just going to enjoy them?

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feather!!!! the prodigal horny son returns!!!

Not doing as much x reader stuff for this one! I think that version of Johnny is like impossible to punish because he’s so horny all the time so I’m gonna have some fun with another version of Johnny that has some actual humility and can in fact be punished

Also if anyone is interested: wrote more of ghost being very mean to soap here and here

Two words: Public. Humiliation. Fastest way to get Johnny teary and desperate is to fuck with him in public.

Ghost will fuck him in an unlocked room, hold Johnny’s jaw open so he can’t block his wails and moans. Doesn’t let him cum, leaves him there with his pants down for anyone to see - or use :(

Gropes him beneath a table for everyone around to see, rubs his cock and balls, gets poor Johnny all whiney and shifty. Makes him lean his full weight into Ghost, looks up at him with desperate puppy dog eyes, can’t stand to look anywhere else because he doesn’t want to know if anyone else is looking

Pins him against the mirror in the gym. Slips a hand down his shorts and jacks him off, doesn’t bother to weight for people to leave. Just gets him off right there, makes him paint the inside of his shorts and doesn’t let him change, makes him keep working out all messy

Has Soap shower with a cock cage on. Makes him shower at one of the busiest times, gives him an itty bitty little towel so he’s got nothing to hide behind. Does wonders for Johnny’s ego problem

Makes him wear a tail plug all day. Leaves poor Johnny with an awkward shape in the back of his pants, spends all day horrified at the thought of someone else knowing what he’s wearing. Ghost will do anything he needs to to remind him he’s a puppy though <3

He’d also love denial as a punishment with Johnny. Refuses to fuck him, just thrusts between his thighs (makes him squeeze them real tight for him) until he gets off, paints Johnny’s swollen balls with his cum. Flops into his back with a big, satisfied sigh and ignores the whining mutt next to him

Locks him in a cock cage and milks his prostate. Gets Johnny’s balls nice and empty but doesn’t let him quite finish, leaves him sobbing and miserable. Simon makes him lick his mess up, then locks him in the cage for the night so he doesn’t have to deal with his humping. Falls asleep to his sniffles and cries

Also - beatings for sure. Simon tears Johnny’s ass to shreds. Even as a masochist, Johnny’s got a point where it stops being pleasurable (in some universes at least lol) and Ghost is more than willing to go past that point. Beats him black and fucking blue, totally has one of those paddles with a word engraved on it - maybe one with Simon and one with Bitch or something, just to really ham home what Johnny is

Could see him caning the bottom of Johnny’s feet if he refuses to crawl :( Puppy wanted to stand like a person so bad yesterday, now he can’t put any pressure on his feet at all without sobbing. Poor thing. Just crawls along behind Ghost like a good dog should

#feeling deranged #asks and answers #ghoap #🪶 anon #bo writes

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actual-gremlin · 8 months ago

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I swear on my life I’ll answer your coco puffs ask soon

Anyways.

What are your coco puff headcankns

My first actual ask!!

ok so I love these little guys!! I don’t know what order to put these in, so apologies for how unorganized it is!

I’m going to give you general info then descriptions of each coco puff and stuff they like such as food or affection.

They feel a strong connection to people who are feeling the emotions they represent. (Grief tends to gravitate towards people who are grieving, isolation can be found with people who feel isolated, etc). If the emotion is strong enough, they can actually go inside the person. The way that works is they evaporate into a soul type thing and then their coco-puff soul goes into the person. When the person has confronted what they're feeling, the coco-puff soul will come out and they will return to their regular coco-puff form. (I know this is a weird head canon, but I think it’s a really cool power. It kind of ties into Nicos shadow travel almost??)

They are so soft!! Think kitten fur, but 100 times softer! Because of their soft fur, they’re very good for helping people relax when they’re stressed.

They all look different. They’re different shapes, sizes and shade. Their shadow fur (I don’t know what to call it lol) is all shades of black, but it changes depending on the emotions of the people they’re near. So the stronger the emotion, the darker the colour of their shadow fur. They also have one distinct feature that lets you know which coco puff it is.

They will eat literally anything. If it’s on the ground, they’ll eat it. Dead leaves? You can find Grief snacking on them 24/7. Fruit cups? Internalized Homophobia will eat not only the fruit, but also the plastic. They are literally raccoons.

they don’t really have a gender, so they’re generally referred to as ‘it’ if you’re talking about a specific one or ‘they’ if you’re talking about more than one.

they all come running when Will Sonic- Whistles like little puppies!

the older they get, the bigger they get. Cuties 🥰

The Different Coco-puffs

Isolation: basket ball sized with one big eye. In the shape of a sphere. He’s also spiky! Isolation either rolls on the ground, squishes into someone’s hood, or floats after people. Isolation is very affectionate- although it’s spikes make it hard for him to cuddle ☹️- and it lives off of strawberries and jello

Grief: grief looks like your typical ghost. More solid near the head, but slowly becomes more transparent near the “legs”. Grief has two eyes, little horns- kind of like the ones you put on your dog at Christmas- and little hands (like a T-Rex!) Grief floats after people. it’s not super affectionate- more k a lurker 👀 its favourite food is bacon (me too buddy, me too) but dead leaves are it’s chosen snack if bacon isn’t available

Jealousy: Jealousy and Isolation are twins! They look very similar, but Jealousy has little tusks and doesn’t have spikes. It also floats after people, but it also sits on people’s shoulders. Jealousy LOVES affection, and is very attached to Will specifically. It hates when Will gets affection from anyone other than Nico or itself. Jealousy loves the typical breakup foods- ice cream- ONLY cookie dough though, chips- sour cream and onion or salt and vinegar, pizza- chicken bacon ranch, and cookies- any cookie is a good cookie (yes, even oatmeal raisin).

Shame: Shame looks like a cat- long and lanky with the ears and whiskers. No back paws though, only the front ones. Shame has two cat eyes that bore into your soul. Shame often twists around people and tries to make them trip. Shames idea of affection is tripping people, scaring them, or making them dump stuff on themselves. (Shame is a little shit and tries to inflict itself on others😑✋🏻) It loves any food, but it has to be leftovers. No fresh food for some reason idk I don’t make the rules.

Sadness: Sadness is a large spider. The first time Annabeth saw Sadness, she tried to set it on fire. (All coco-puffs are fireproof. And waterproof. And everything proof. They only die when Nico dies). Sadness has two doe eyes. . It loves cuddles even more than Isolation and is often seen attached to the first person it sees when it wakes up. (Sadness is like a koala pass it on!) Sadness’ favourite food is pancakes! They’re so nostalgic and yummy! Doesn’t matter what topping is on them, Sadness will eat it.

Guilt: Guilt is just a blob. A very heavy blob. All the coco- puffs are pretty much weightless, except for guilt. When guilt is on you, you feel it. Guilt is always attached to someone, often crawling around their body. It doesn’t eat and is restless, rarely sleeping.

Internalized Homophobia: looks like a baby deer with male antlers. It HATES people and prefers staying in Nicos cabin or Wills office in the infirmary. It only eats asparagus and Brussels sprouts. Why? Because no one likes asparagus or Brussel sprouts and no one likes having Internalized Homophobia. (If you like these things, no you don’t. Liar).

So I think that’s all of them?? For now?? I don’t know. If I think of more, I’ll reblog this with the additions! thank you for the ask!! If you want me to expand on anything, let me know and I will!

#Woah I got an ask #Ask #mutuals #cocopuffs #tsats #percy jackson #nico di angelo #will solace #camp halfblood #long post

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hanaotaku95 · 10 months ago

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The 40 x Pokemon

A post for @the-ravenclaw-werewolf ! I hope you like it!

I simply love her mass crossover fic, and it is one that has become something of an inspiration for me in terms of “Watching the series” fics. I haven’t started yet but I have a couple ideas in mind.

One of the things I love doing is giving anime characters pokemon teams and, to show my love for the story, I will be giving pokemon teams to each of the members of the 40!

Some guidelines, while I will do my best, some characters will likely have less than 6 pokemon, mainly due to lack of familiarity with some of the characters. Any Pokemon I pick will not only represent something for the character, but they are Pokemon I can actually picture them having if they were Pokemon trainers.

Right now, I have teams for four characters picked out, and if it gets positive reception, I will do more!

Now, without further ado, let’s get this started with….

1) Killua Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter

His partner and ace is Pawmot. Not only is it an electric type, but it is also a healer with its signature move, Revival’s blessing, showcasing Killua’s innate, kind nature. Sylveon is here for similar reasons, and I made it shiny to represent Alluka in his life, who is canonically transfemale.

Absol is a Pokémon that is often misunderstood, just like Killua, and also can represent his past as an assassin. It doesn’t hurt that Absol has cat-like features and a similar color scheme to Killua.

Slurpuff is here due to Killua’s love of Chocorobos. I can totally see these two chowing down on some, lol.

Gholdengo may seem like an odd choice but Killua is often associated with his skateboard and Gholdengo is a surfer. Plus, I can see Killua being one of the few patient and determined enough to gather all 999 Gimmighoul coins to evolve his.

Finally, Manectric is totally a Killua pokemon. He also loves dogs and there was a bit of cut content of Killua once having a puppy when he was younger. Sadly, he ended up having to kill it because of his parents.

Mega Manectric is the thunderbolt pokemon and would be the perfect pokemon to be able to keep up with him in Godspeed.

2) Emma from Promised Neverland

Whenever I think of Emma, the first pokemon that comes to mind is Scorbunny. Athletic and fiery, I think it and Emma would be instant friends upon meeting and would help Emma survive her ordeals. It would be a Cinderace by the end of the manga.

Pikachu is also a Pokemon I can see with Emma. A fast, forest dweller and mascot, and it serves as nice common with Killua, who has a Pawmot (aka an evolved Pikachu clone).

Emma screams “dog person” and being the Badass Normal, she deserves a badass, normal dog pokemon. Stoutland would be not only a tracker but also a guard for the younger kids.

Gardevoir represents Emma’s unwavering kindness and empathy. I can see Emma raising it from a Ralts and fostering her with all the kindness in her heart. Gardevoir and Emma also have a tendency to be self sacrificial.

Grimmsnarl may seem like an odd choice, but just because Emma is a kind and compassionate girl doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a dark side. Grimmsnarl, being a dark and fairy type, is the perfect pokemon to represent both aspects of Emma’s character.

Finally, Lanturn. To be honest, I just think Lanturn fits Emma to a T, with both of them having a playful nature and serving as the heart of their teams.

3) Ciel Phantomhive:

Granbull is Ciel’s starter pokemon, and one that represents who he was before the incident and even who he is now. Ciel is a complicated character and both he and Granbull can be scary, but there is a softer side to them.

Dusknoir and Banette represent Ciel now. Dusknoir has one eye like Ciel, and is something of a grim reaper of the pokemon world, making it similar to Sebastian. Banette not only is a ghost pokemon known for its vengeful nature but it’s a toy, or rather a doll.

Larvitar just has bit Ciel vibes. It may evolve one day but I think it staying a Larvitar would be symbolic of Ciel as he is now. Cubone would have been another good choice but I think Larvitar fits better.

Finally, Hisuian Zorua and Plusle represent things that are spoilers but if you know, then you know. I will say that Plusle also connects Ciel with Killua and Emma.

4) Nagisa Shiota:

This team was terribly easy. Serperior and Seviper are here because of Nagisa’s association with snakes.

Weavile represents Nagisa’s talent for assassination and it is also a small and frail powerhouse.

Espeon is a Pokemon that represents Nagisa’s inner kindness and eventual path towards becoming a teacher. I can see Espeon helping Nagisa rally his troublesome students when he is older.

Roserade is a feminine looking pokemon that can be male, and also can fit on a team for one with a talent for assassination.

Finally, Mawile is a Pokémon that looks outwardly cute but has something terrifying about them. Mawile has their huge jaws and Nagisa has a natural bloodlust. It also has the capacity to mega evolve and become a true menace.

And that is all for today! I hope you all enjoy this. If anyone has suggestions for Pokemon that the others would have on their teams, I am all ears!

#The 40 #pokemon teams #killua zoldyck #Emma #ciel phantomhive #Nagisa Shiota #the-ravenclaw-werewolf

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stillwaitin76 · 6 months ago

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Thank you for the tag! Since you’re interested in hearing both my headcanons and ocs, here they are! For the characters Peter played:

Joel Cairo:

Ah yes, my blorbo. My scrunkly doo. Now, I don’t exactly see him being a good babysitter. If it isn’t his inherent responsibility, he doesn’t care much. Not to mention, he has temper tantrums like a little kid, so there would be one actual kid and one adult (who has a child’s immaturity). BUT, I feel he would be a pretty good parent. He knows the responsibilities with being a father and would take it on, if he felt like he could settle down. But I do see him being a “girl dad” more. In his words, “Boys are dumb. I should know, I’ve gotten caught up with the dumbest.”

But if you have a little girl, who came from a rough home-life, Joel will pamper and spoil the hell out of her! Besides the pampering, he’d be quite empathetic towards her and any problems or trauma she may face. Also, considering his knowledge on art, she could grow to have a nice academic background. Just be warned, he may teach her how to use a pistol…

Mr. Munsey:

I know this guy was from an unsold pilot but I know for a fact that he would be a great babysitter. He’s surprisingly gentle, despite the grumpy old man exterior. He’d teach the kids how to sculpt (probably with play-dough, as he doesn’t want them to eat his actual clay) and would tell them all kinds of stories from his past jobs. Plus, it’s a package deal! Henry would absolutely help out and would bring their kitten, Hannibal, alongside them.

Now for my lorre-inspired ocs and how they would fare…:

Harold Kaminsky:

Now, I love Harold. He’s one of my favorite ocs, but there’s one thing you have to know about him... He’s a ghost. So, if you’re a human kid and you come across him, you would probably run away before he could even say hello. But if you’re a monster parent looking for someone to babysit your kid, he probably still wouldn’t be your number one pick. He’s got a lack of focus and gets easily distracted. Not to mention, he’s more comparable to a wine aunt. He’ll spill all the tea you didn’t wanna know, but is an absolute blast to hang out with!

Niffty:

(Now, she isn’t exactly a oc. She’s from my rewrite of Hazbin Hotel, @hotter-than-hell-rewrite. But she’s my most recent Lorre oc/parody and I wanted to add her.)

Now Niffty isn’t the most, let’s say… “mentally healthy” soul. She’s kinda similar to the Igor archetype or Dr. Herman, and will do anything that her boss will tell her to do. But, she does love the idea of being a caring housewife figure! She’ll bake the kids cookies, join in on their games, help bandage any injuries they might get, etc. But don’t let her babysit especially impudent kids, they’ll probably make her cry. And don’t let the kids make a mess, for Satan’s sake! There’s a reason she’s a janitor in Hell!

Nikolai Corman:

Finally! We have someone who’s fit to be a babysitter, as that’s his unofficial job! He and his husbands, Clyde and Cornelius are macabre parodies of characters like Mary Poppins and Mrs. Piggle Wiggle. No matter how grumpy Nikolai may seem, he adores the latchkey kids that run around his home. He absolutely teaches the kids how to use the classic Lorre Puppy Dog Eyes™️ and tells them stories and cautionary tales from his motherland. Struwwellpeter anyone? Anyway, he and his husbands are very protective of the kids and are willing to help them with their problems.

(I need to redraw them, it’s been a hot second lol)

this is a silly question but I'm genuinely curious: which lorre characters would make the best babysitters?

LOVE this question.

Short answer: Just about all of them, depending on your views. Here are just a few - join in, folks!

Polo

You'll never have a better organized home once Polo becomes part of it! Particularly skilled at teaching youngsters how to organize jewelry boxes, heirlooms, and other portable items of worth. You've never been so clutter-free! And all with an uncrackable good humor and a smile so sweet, you'll want to keep him forever. Note: Polo is up for adoption; inquire at the agency.

Dr. Herman Einstein

Best at influencing future professions in the realm of reconstructive surgery or as distillery owners, Herman also teaches choice Germanic phrases and the art of leaving a room gracefully if quickly. Plus, you get a two-for-one deal: Herman is accompanied by his jovial pal, Uncle Jonathan, who has a full bag of tricks to amuse and divert your children. You'll never look at your sewing kit the same way again!

Dr. Gogol

A distant relation to Dr. Einstein, call on "Helping Hands" Gogol for the next level of medical profession influence in the surgical realm. His eccentric manner will delight and amaze your children as they learn the latest techniques. Includes field trips for research purposes. Preference given to neighborhoods near gallows. Note: Households must clear a space for Gogol's equipment, which includes a wax effigy - on which to demonstrate surgical techniques, of course.

Colonel Gimpy/The Baron

Are your children interested in the theatrical arts? Call on Colonel Gimpy - he'll get the whole neighborhood of kids learning all sorts of techniques, from the innocent art of misdirection to making amusing owl faces and blowing horns. And for children who prefer the art of gathering and imparting information, Gimpy provides his completely innocuous persona of The Baron. Set your child up with a lifetime of transferable skills!

#peter lorre #the maltese falcon #joel cairo #the left fist of david #collector’s item #Mr Munsey #Henry Prentiss #my ocs #oc: Harold Kaminksy #hazbin hotel redesign #oc: Niffty #hotter than hell #oc: Nikolai Corman #mary poppins #mrs piggle wiggle

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collecting-stories · 3 years ago

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could you do any little rafe blurbs🥺

I actually had this sitting in my drafts because I’ve been working on a Rafe series and this was part of a chapter that I had started to write. So I just consider this a blurb and a WIP lol.

“You did what?” You whispered harshly, turning your body in more toward Rafe, knee bumping his as you moved. He had texted you earlier in the morning that he had maybe, possibly, said something to his ex that you wouldn’t be thrilled about. The text hadn’t made much sense at the time but as you dropped down beside him in the dining hall and he began the explanation over again, starting with “don’t be mad,” you realized exactly what had happened. And maybe you weren’t mad but you were far from happy.

“She won’t leave me alone,” Rafe huffed, as if it was some great imposition on his end that his ex-girlfriend didn’t think ghosting her constituted as a break-up. “It’s not like it’s unbelievable.”

“I literally had lunch with her yesterday Rafe, she’s gonna think I’m a total asshole for not saying something.” You replied, trying to keep your voice down so no one heard you.

As annoyed as you were, Rafe had a point. If it was believable that he had moved on to anyone else so quickly after the break-up it would be you. His best friend and roommate, who was sitting in the dining hall practically leaning into his chair as you talked. His ex-girlfriend had always been suspicious of the two of you, as if you were sneaking around behind her back, and she had been reasonably convinced that Rafe had feelings for you. Post breakup she’d seemed to come around somewhat though you were mostly convinced that she was only trying to befriend you to get Rafe back. Something he confirmed himself.

“It’ll be fine,” he seemed completely convinced as he leaned back against the wooden chair, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to look over at you, “besides, it’s not like you guys were great friends.”

“That’s not the point,” you rolled your eyes, “she thinks we’re dating. You told her that we’re dating.”

“She suggested it.” Rafe countered. When he’d told her that he was seeing someone else, which he wasn’t, she had jumped immediately to the conclusion that it was you. Yours was the first name off her lips as she questioned him and Rafe went along with it. He’d asked you out freshman year anyway. You were his best friend but there had definitely been a time when he had imagined you being more than that, it wasn’t so hard to convince her.

“We need some ground rules-“

“This feels very To All the Boys,” Rafe cut in. You’d made him watch all three movies in one night and he’d joined in your bitching whenever you felt like Lara Jean was being too self-centred or Peter was being a dick. “Better watch out, you might fall in love with me. Thinking it’s just fake dating and then you’re like ‘oh Rafe, I love you so much’.”

“Shut the fuck up you moron.” You rolled your eyes, “just for that, no kissing me.”

“Oh come on,” Rafe huffed, “have you met me? Who’s gonna believe that we’re dating if I’m not allowed to kiss you?”

“No one needs to believe it but your ex.” You replied, “and frankly I would prefer that she not believe it either. It’s stupid that you’re doing all this, just tell her you aren’t interested in dating her.”

“It’s more complicated then that.” He moaned.

“This is stupid Rafe,” you repeated. You stood up, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, “I’m not gonna be party to your dumb ideas.”

Before you could walk away from the table he grabbed your wrist, keeping you stuck in place, “please, just a week.”

You shook your head. If anything was a stupid idea it was this. You were used to Rafe’s hair brain ideas though and more often than not he pulled you into them too, a semi-willing participant in whatever dumb shit he did. Better to support your friends and go down with them right? Maybe.

Rafe was still staring up at you with puppy dog eyes and his bottom lip jutting out like he was a five year old begging his mom for candy at the grocery store. You took your wrist away from his grasp and then leaned down, holding his face in your hands and kissing him right on the mouth. When you finally broke the kiss (a mere couple of seconds later) Rafe leaned back in his seat again, looking entirely too smug with himself.

“Do you need me to tell you I love you too?” You countered, standing up straight and fixing the strap of your bag.

“It’s okay, I already know you love me, you don’t need to proclaim it in front of everyone.”

“There’s like five people in here, hardly ‘everyone’.” You rubbed your lips together then, the taste finally settling in, “god what is on your mouth.”

“Wheezie left her root beer chapstick and I’ve been using it.”

“Well it’s disgusting.”

#Rafe Cameron drabble #wip excerpt #obx fanfic

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simonxriley · 2 years ago

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👶 Keegan x Phoenix? 💜💜💜

Thank you! 💜 they actually have (2) kids but their son isn't that developed yet so you'll just get their daughter for this.

Name: Alexis Raine Russ

Birthdate: April 5th, 2031 (Ghosts universe) 2024 (Modern Warfare universe)

Personality headcanon: Alexis is a very introverted person, she would rather stay home in her room than go out. It could be due to the fact that she was born during the war and wasn’t really aloud outside. Even though she lived far away from No Mans Land (protective parents). She’s also smart, caring, quiet like her father and easy to be around.

What was their first word and how old were they when they said it: Her first word was ‘hi’ and she said it in a grocery store at the cashier. Phoenix freaked and wished Keegan was there to hear it.

Did they get in trouble in school: No, she’s quiet and keeps to herself.

Which parent were they more attached to: Phoenix. She semi-retired when she got pregnant and was home more than Keegan was. Resulting in Alexis being more attached to her mom.

What was their favorite toy: Her dad’s sniper scope 😅. It started as a way to entertain her when he’s cleaning his sniper to becoming her favorite ‘toy’. When she got older (toddler age) she would run over to him when she saw him cleaning his sniper and give those big blue puppy dog eyes. He’d just sigh and give it to her to play with.

Did they cry a lot as a baby: Not really. The only time she cried a lot was when she had colic. That wasn’t a fun time for either parent.

Movie they watched over and over: She loved the movie Brother Bear and would watch it over and over again.

What was their favorite subject in school: She really liked history and art.

Were they social growing up or quiet: Mix of both. She’s definitely quiet like her father but when she makes friends she’s very social.

Which parent do they take after: Her dad.

What do they grow up to be: N/A. I haven’t thought that far ahead lol.

Three random headcanons: 1) When she found out her grandpa was the field commander for the Federation she was very confused. 2) Her favorite animal is a rabbit. 3) Growing up she spent a lot of time on Keegan’s shoulders. It made her feel tall.

Likes & dislikes: Likes: Ice cream, books, coloring and spending time with family. Dislikes: Spiders, the war, her dad being gone and homework.

Do they get along with their parents: Yes!

Faceclaim: Alisha Newton

#playstationmademe #oc Alexis Russ #keegan x phoenix #oc phoenix rorke #keegan russ

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julie-and-the-himbo-ghosts · 4 years ago

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When I watched jatp for the first time (and a few others after that lol) I didn’t notice that Julie didn’t sing as much with Luke during Edge of Great until someone made a post about it and now I’m watching it while listening to the soundtrack on yt even tho I should totally be working and like woah this actually has a lot of depth while they’re really just singing???

Let me explain.

So Flynn tells Julie to tone down all the heart eyes while they’re playing before Edge of Great right and we can see she is obviously trying to do that (probably bc of the whole “I just had a whole daydream of dancing with my ghost crush to a love song I just came up with while supposed to be dancing with my dance partner” thing, but that’s a whole nother post) bc she’s rocking out with the crowd more than usual and Luke less than usually, etc. But like. The amount of emotion and interaction they do while just performing and all about this one thing Flynn said is amazing

So after after she rocks out with Reggie a little bit (and even has a little moment with Alex), you can see Luke kinda move towards her like he wants to do their mic sharing thingy right after the line “this moment is ours to own” but she turns away from him and vibes with the crowd more and you can literally see him stop moving forward, go back to his mic all sad bc why did Julie rock out with Reggie and then Alex but then ignore him?? And he sends Alex a little ? look before going back to normal singing, but he still looks a little sad and he shoots julie a bit of a confused sad look too before getting back into the song

(Sorry for the bad quality this is all on my phone and yt oof)

And then when he gets his solo bit and Julie goes to vibe with Reggie again he gives her The Look that I’m sure has been giffed many times

And they lock eyes and it’s kinda hard to see and a bit obscured by her hair, but you can see Julie giving him a similar look

And THEN while they’re staring at each other dead in the eyes, Luke does a little headshake thing which is him saying “hey hey come sing with me pls? 🥺” in like the most obvious way he knows and Julie’s face goes from sad pining to like kinda strained, trying-not-to-express-my m-true-emotions smile and she turns back to the crowd fairly quickly and she has this rather forced looking smile (it goes back to normal pretty quickly once she vibes with the crowd more but still)

And a little bit after this, at the “I believe, I believe that we’re just one dream / away from who we’re meant to be” part, Reggie comes over to sing in the mic with Luke but Luke just doesn’t move over (which is pretty ooc for him as we know) and Reggie gives him this look like “hey did you wanna sing together?” and he responds with the sad face and Reggie (I love him your honour) goes back to his mic like he understands that Luke doesn’t wanna do some mic sharing atm and maybe even why even tho this is so weird for Luke to do

Not to make a lot of of nothing but that’s pretty telling about Luke bc we always see him go over to Reggie or Julie or he beckons them over to him during every single performance afaik, so him rejecting mic sharing with Reggie while trying (and failing) to mic share with Julie several times throughout the song goes to show that hes not just sad bc he wants to share the mic with anyone then, he wanted to share it with Julie specifically, and her avoiding him made him hurt and not in the mood to do one of his favourite things (the same thing actually) with his best friend, which kinda implies that he thinks of Julie as more than just a friend (“we say we’re friends / we play pretend” parallels anyone?) And all of that gives me so many juke feels for such a small moment wow

And then it’s that thing where Reggie and Alex stop playing and it’s just Julie’s voice and Luke’s guitar (yknow that guitar bit that’s not included in the studio soundtrack) and when he walks up to Julie on the piano he has his real sad/maybe a bit confused/and maybe cautious in a way (?) smile while he plays the chords

But then Julie leans in kinda and gives him one of her smiles so he does too and he starts smiling this like puppy dog “okay we’re good now” hopeful smile

And so he leans in a little bit more to sing in her mic I think (boy does not stop trying ill give him that) bc he sings for the next line, so obviously he needs a mic right? But Julie stands up really quickly, a big “not in my microphone, Lucas,” and he walks back to his mic while he’s singing the lines “something big, something crazy / our best days are yet unknown” with Reggie and Alex, which is something I’ve never seen (or noticed, at least) him do bc he is always in front of a mic istg. He might have another sad 🥺 face again but I’m not really sure bc we get one small not very great shot where he kinda looks sad and like he’s pouring his sadness into his singing before the cameras moves to Julie and when we see him again he’s back in the vibe of the song

And then the bit when Alex and Reggie poof out. I think Luke was supposed to poof out then too and Julie was supposed to finish solo but he stayed so he could finally get his mic singing with Julie. One bc once Reggie and Alex stop playing and poof out, he stops playing too and lets his guitar hang by the strap while he walks over to Julie’s bench instead of poofing out. And when he sits down, right before singing and right after starting to sing, he has this hopeful, cautious (but in a soft way yknow?) expression. And then the other reason is that when you watch the video several times and at .75x and .5x speeds, you can see Julie startle just a little bit when he starts singing, as if she wasn’t expecting him to be there. But then she starts smiling, kinda like she wanted to sing with him and do their Thing the whole time, but she wouldn’t let herself so she could try and prove a point to Flynn, but then finally realized that she liked singing with Luke. And when she smiles, Luke smiles, and we get the soft end of Edge of Great duet, arguably one of the most iconic juke moments

Finally, all throughout the performance for the whole “she wanted to do the Thing with Luke but wouldn’t let herself to try and fail to prove a point to Flynn” thing: throughout the performance you can see her go all around the stage, like near the crowd, next to Reggie, close(ish) to Alex, on top of her piano, but she practically avoids Luke’s side of the stage completely, never going near him or even getting up close to the crowd past the middle.

Oh hecc this turned out WAY longer than I meant it to be but yeah. All of this is just like a “holy shit this is some amazing writing” moment for me, we stan Kenny Ortega and Nora Sullivan on this blog y’all

#LMAO I was trying to add more pictures but APPARENTLY I hit the ‘10 image limit’ so I’ll add some more in a reblog #also maybe some videos or smth if I figure out how to do that #kates jatp thoughts #a heccin essay if you ask me but that’s the tag #wow usually I am Not Great at more ~subtle~ body language but here we are #did I really spend nearly two whole hours on this instead of my hw? yes yes I did #bad idea? probably but do I regret it? n o p e #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #jatp #juke #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #the edge of great #edge of great #julie x luke

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petitelepus · 3 years ago

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Hello lovely! Could I get a dead by daylight matchup? Could you match me with a killer please, thank you 🥺

I’m non-binary with they/them pronouns <3 I’m pansexual with a preference for males 👉👈

Appearance: I’m 5’6, slightly fluffy right now, but overall strong. I have icy blue eyes, short fluffy hair (originally my hair is dirty blonde/ ginger, but I dye it crazy colours constantly) right now its white & brown. My hairstyle looks very much like Quentin Smith’s. I’m extremely pale, I practically glow in the sunlight. I have a birthmark in the middle of my cheek, and smile lines. My lips are naturally very full and rosy, but my smile is odd and literally goes “w” 😭 I have birthmarks all over actually nvhchfb shh-

Fashion: I wear darker clothes, mostly with a red and black aesthetic. My usual shoes are my black, lace-up doc martens, accompanied with black high waisted jeans and a t-shirt with a design on it or a button-up shirt. I’ll change my style depending on my mood really. My other favourite outfit is of course my boots and jeans then a fluffy lighter coloured sweater like pastel yellow or periwinkle. I’ll wear outfits inspired by characters occasionally!

Hobbies: I enjoy skateboarding, hikes, swimming, reading, listening to music, singing (I’ve been told I’m good at it?), writing, cooking, watching horror movies, videogaming, and doing photography! I spend most of my time with my pets! A dog, cat, and two lizards :D

I’ll sometimes write notes on human anatomy/psychology since I’m a forensics student and its my main interest :)

Personality: I’m naturally very quiet and tend to be shy around strangers. I’m a very caring person, if I see someone get hurt my first instinct will be to see if they’re ok. I’m also very loyal, I’ll be there for my friends and people I love no matter what. I’m very creative, I occupy myself with artistic hobbies and problems are usually easy for me to work through because of it. I can empathise with people quite easily, thats how I make friends very quick! I’m very observant, I find it simple to figure out people’s personalities quickly. Finding someone’s true intentions is never an issue. I’m very polite, even if I don’t find someone particularly pleasing, I won’t be rude to them. Don’t let my outside personality fool you.. I’m quite silly and love to joke around and tease friends! I “revert to being a five year old” once in a while and will get very loud, puppy-like energy. (Sometimes I’ll grab onto my friend’s arms and hide behind them when i’m like this lol). I’ll blabber on for hours about random things and get distracted by a dog or other animal and then have to talk about that hfhfhfb. I’m generally just friendly and will make friends easily.. I’m the one to make friends with the kid who no one talks to 👉👈

The downfalls to my personality? I have horrible social anxiety and have panic attacks around large crowds. Sometimes if I feel like i’m annoying or a bother I become very distant/quiet. I’m very clingy and get distressed if my friends seemingly “ignore me”. I’m super touch starved and will literally beg for hugs or attention from my friends. I can also get a bit temperamental if I get overworked or stressed. I try not to snap at people, and friends know to leave me alone for a bit. (Hugs or tea will fix this issue)

Likes: Animals, music, art, true crime, horror, psychological horror, books, Victorian era styling, Halloween, sweets, sweaters, cuddles!, affection, rain, fall, naps, warm tea, the outdoors, plushies, and wacky earrings.

Dislikes: Hot weather, rude people, being alone for long periods of time, being misunderstood, spicy things, and deep murky waters (other than a pool).

Weird facts: I can name any dog’s breed if you show me a picture :D! I speak Italian. Uhm I squeak when I’m excited lol. I am extremely flexible, and have accidentally scared people like that…

Thats all! Thank you so much and I hope you have a lovely day! <3

I match you with Frank, Julie, Susie, and Joey aka Legion!

Your attire caught Julie's and Susie's attention. You obviously had good taste, and they could tell by how you took care of your hair also. Not to mention, your smile was SO cute, but they couldn't just go and suggest to the guys that they should all secure you merely by your style.

Little did the girls know, the guys had taken notice of your interests. Not only are you cute when you act all shy, but Frank sees potential in you when you rush to save David from the hook and you manage to lift the huge man and patch his shoulder. Joey appreciates the loyalty you show.

You emphasize four of them. Frank how badly he was usually treated in foster homes. Joey came from a rich family but wanted to be a person of his own and not just the heir of a rich family. Julie wanted freedom and a bigger more meaningful life while Susie just wanted the gang to stick together and always be friends.

You see past their walls, lies, and sweet talk so it's hard for Frank to manipulate you, but the rest of the gang just suggests that they should all be honest with you. So when they approach you and ask if you would be interested to be with them, you blink before blushing and asking if you could learn to know them first. Which is totally okay with them.

You're shy, they get it and they do their best not to alarm you. Julie and Susie told the guys to be more sensitive around you, but the young men just laughed and told the girls that you are tougher than you let them see.

These four Killers absolutely LOVE IT when you cling to them in fear or out of shyness. They feel like you trust them.

Frank and Susie are huge dog fans. Frank likes how loyal they and he bonded with this misunderstood Pitbull in one of his foster families. Sadly, he had to move to another home and leave the dog he bonded with behind. Susie loves cute dogs, but her taste is a little funny. Not everyone thinks Bull Terriers are that cute as she says they are.

They love watching old horror movies with you, because you tend to analyze the killers or ghosts or demons and it's honestly fun for them to hear your take on things.

#matchup #dbd #dead by daylight #frank morrison #frank #joey #susie #julie kostenko #legion #the legion #legion susie #legion joey

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nicknellie · 4 years ago

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Anonymous requested: an enemies to lover shot for Juke please

Seeing as you asked so nicely, I couldn’t not do this. This trope, man. I love it so much. Thank you for the suggestion! Also, I gave Julie my own comfort song (it’s held that title for about two years now lol) and I highly suggest you all go listen to it.

Rhythm in my Heart

Julie was beginning to wonder whether joining a band on a whim purely because the boy she had known for twenty minutes had asked her to was really the best idea.

It had gone like this: Julie had been looking for Flynn in the lunch hall but hadn’t been able to see her anywhere. That was weird, mainly because Flynn’s tendency to dress in colours brighter than stars usually made her recognisable anywhere, but also because Julie had seen her just five minutes ago. They had been stood in the line together, Flynn had got her food and hurried off to find a table, but now Julie just couldn’t seem to spot her anywhere.

So, Julie had begun wandering the lunch hall in search of Flynn. Granted, she could have been a little more careful as she did so instead of paying very little attention to her surroundings, but she couldn’t help but be a little worried. Flynn didn’t just disappear like this; normally it was hard to prise her from Julie’s side.

In short, Julie hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on around her as she meandered through the lunch hall. Which was why it was partially her fault when she walked right by somebody just as they jumped out of their seat and threw their arms in the air, knocking her tray from her hands and sending food flying.

Flying right into Julie’s face.

As she blinked tomato sauce out of her eyes, Julie could feel the eyes of hundreds of Los Feliz’s students on her, could practically hear them gawking and taking photos of her as she stood there covered in spaghetti. She was dimly aware of somebody apologising over and over again, but all she was really conscious of was the fact that she was angry. Really angry.

Julie wiped furiously at her face, picked a long strand of spaghetti off her jumper, and glared at the person stood in front of her, the one who had knocked her tray. It was a boy, maybe a year or two older than her, and she had to admit that he did look apologetic. But that wasn’t the point – all the puppy-dog eyes in the world wouldn’t get sauce stains out of her best jumper.

“I am so sorry,” the boy said when Julie locked eyes with him. He picked up a napkin with fumbling fingers and began dabbing at the hem of her jumper. She yanked the material away from him and, if possible, glared harder. The boy shrank away a little.

She swiped the napkin from his hand. “I got it,” she hissed.

“Um, I’ll, um… I can buy you another lunch?” the boy offered, scratching at the back of his head. “It was my fault, I shouldn’t have whacked the tray, I… Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes,” Julie seethed. “You can leave me alone.”

With that, she picked up the tray off the floor, dusted herself off a little more in an attempt to retain some sort of dignity, then tried to brush past the boy.

“My name is Luke, by the way,” he called after her. Julie didn’t respond, she just kept walking.

Luckily, even through all the stares and jeers and people getting in her way purely to laugh at her, it didn’t take Julie too long to find Flynn afterwards. She was sat right at the back of the hall at what appeared to be the only empty table, scrolling on her phone. When she saw Julie heading her way, she gave her usual bright smile, but it melted into mingled confusion and disgust when she saw that Julie was in fact covered in pasta and sauce.

“You got a little something there,” Flynn said, pointing to her own cheek. She was very clearly trying not to laugh, which Julie didn’t appreciate it.

“Thanks,” she deadpanned, “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Is there a reason you’re wearing your lunch instead of eating it?”

“You didn’t see?” Julie asked.

Flynn shook her head then scrolled down a little on her phone and said, “Ah. Now I see.”

Julie’s eyes widened and she grabbed Flynn’s phone in a panic. Sure enough, multiple pictures of Luke knocking her tray and her being covered in food had already made their way onto Instagram. With a frustrated sigh, she handed Flynn’s phone back to her.

“I hate this school,” she said.

Flynn patted her arm comfortingly. “At least you have your amazing and supportive best friend by your side.”

“You’re still trying not to laugh.”

Flynn snorted, but quickly tried to mask her amusement again. It didn’t work.

“I’m sorry,” she said in between laughs, “but it’s hard to take you seriously when there’s spaghetti in your hair.”

The whole incident had taken up enough time that there was only five minutes left of the lunch period anyway. Julie put her tray away and headed to the toilets to clean up as best she could – all she could really do was wash her face with the scalding water that came from the school’s taps, but it was better than nothing.

She tried to let the rest of the day cheer her up, but it just wouldn’t work. Not even the fact that she had dance class with Flynn and Nick could brighten her mood. She really needed a miracle.

Whenever Julie was feeling down, music was the one thing that could cheer her up. That had always been the way. When she was young, it had been the soothing, melodic voice of her mother Rose that had been the thing to calm her down; as she grew up, her comfort songs had been ballads by her favourite bands; nowadays, Julie’s own music was what she used to cope. Making her own music, her own sound, it felt so personal and freeing that it just made sense that it would help her out of any dark place.

So, when school finished, she headed down to the music rooms instead of going back home. Usually, if a student wanted the use of a music room after school they’d have to book it in advance, which Julie hadn’t, but she figured that she would only be in there for a few minutes so it wouldn’t matter.

She slipped into the closest and smallest music practise room – it housed only a piano, an amp, and a strange array of sheet music ranging from Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 8 to Jingle Bells. Julie quietly shut the door behind her and settled herself at the piano.

Just like that, she felt herself begin to relax. She could forget that her jumper was still stained, she could forget that even dance class hadn’t cheered her up, she could forget that anything bad had happened that day at all. She let her fingers rest atop the keys for just a moment before she began to play what was her current comfort song, Einaudi’s Nuvole Bianche.

She lost herself and the bad feeling all in one go.

It wasn’t until she heard the door to the practise room opening that she stopped and remembered that she wasn’t actually supposed to be there.

She abruptly turned to face the door, standing up and grabbing her bag, ready to leave. In the doorway stood a boy with a bass guitar slung over his shoulder. His eyes were wide, his mouth open, and he was staring at Julie like he’d seen a ghost.

“Sorry,” she said hurriedly, “I didn’t realise somebody else had booked this room, I’ll go and you–”

“Dude,” the boy interrupted, coming into the room and letting the door fall shut behind him. “That was awesome! You shred on the piano, man!”

Julie recognised the expression on his face then. It was awe.

She laughed nervously. “It’s nothing. Thanks, though. I need to get going.”

The boy frowned as Julie tried to move past him out of the room. “You can stay if you want, I don’t mind. We can jam together! Or you could teach me piano – I’ve been trying to learn by myself, I only know a few chords so far, but I’m getting pretty good. Watch this!”

He put his bass down, readied his hands above the piano, and plonked out a basic chord pattern. When he was done, he turned to Julie and beamed proudly. She couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s great,” she said. “Well done. Are you sure you want me to stay? You booked the room, I don’t want to get in your way.”

The boy waved her away. “No, come on. It’ll be fun. We can write a song or something! My name’s Reggie.”

Julie hesitated for a moment, but then made up her mind. She smiled and said, “I’m Julie. Nice to meet you.”

For the next twenty minutes, Julie and Reggie sat side-by-side on the far too small piano stool as Julie tried to teach him how to play the piano. He was a quick learner, and within that time she had managed to help him block the chords for a country song he was wanting to write.

She was about to move on to telling him about basslines (which, she thought, he should have been pretty good at already since he had shown up with a bass guitar) when he gasped loudly and hit her arm.

“You should join my band!” he exclaimed.

“You have a band?” Julie asked.

Reggie nodded excitedly. “Yeah! We’re called Sunset Curve, we’re a rock band. Our rhythm guitarist just left and we’ve been looking for somebody to take his place.”

Julie pointed to the piano. “That’s not a guitar.”

“Well, no,” Reggie admitted, “but we don’t have a piano either and we’ve always talked about finding someone who could do it. It could be you, Julie! Think about how much fun it could be!”

“Who else is in your band?” Julie asked. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering it.

“It’s just me and two of my buddies, they play lead guitar and drums. We have a really good sound, but it would be awesome if we added a piano. What do you say?”

Julie didn’t know whether it was the stress of her bad day getting the better of her, or the relaxation of playing the piano, or just the fact that Reggie was impossible to say no to, but she found herself shrugging her shoulders and saying, “Sure. When do we rehearse?”

She was regretting that now.

It was the following weekend and Julie had just arrived at what Reggie had described to her as a studio. She wasn’t sure the dimly lit garage with a low-tech amp and half a drum kit could really qualify as a studio, but she supposed that the homely touches like the dartboard and some drawings hung on the wall made it feel a little nicer. She shrugged off her coat and then regretted it because it was freezing cold in the ‘studio’.

“Hey Julie,” greeted Reggie excitedly. He waved at her from his perch atop the amp, beckoning her over. “Come and meet the guys!”

Julie headed in his direction and saw that he was sat with two other boys. One of them, a blond with a shy smile wearing a thick pink hoodie, was sat behind the incomplete drum kit – he gave a little wave with a drumstick in his hand and said, “Hey, I’m Alex, how’s it going?”

“Nice to meet you,” she replied. “I’m Julie.”

Julie turned to the other boy and immediately felt her face fall. The last time she’d seen him she’d had tomato sauce in her eyes but there was still no chance that she would forget those stupid puppy-dog eyes and that ridiculous haircut – it was the idiot who had spoiled her lunch.

“You,” she seethed.

The boy – what was his name? Lucas? Lydon? Larry? – looked utterly terrified. He took a step back from Julie with a nervous laugh and hit his back on Reggie’s amp.

“Hey… Fancy seeing you here!” he said, trying for a smile but failing miserably.

Reggie and Alex looked between each other, confused.

“You two know each other?” Alex asked.

“Know is a strong word,” the lunch-ruiner said nervously. “We’ve met.”

“Unfortunately,” Julie growled. She turned to Reggie. “I’m not sure this is going to work out, Reggie. I’m sorry.”

Reggie looked hurt, which was the only reason Julie didn’t walk out of the room right that moment. “Oh, come on, Julie! You’ve got him all wrong!”

“I’m sure whatever Luke did to upset you was stupid and entirely his fault,” said Alex (to which Luke – Luke, that was his name, she remembered now – weakly protested, “Hey!”), “but from what Reggie’s told us we could really use you in the band. We’d love to have you and we promise to try and keep Luke on his best behaviour.”

Julie sighed heavily, frowning as she looked between the boys. She knew that Reggie was an absolute sweetheart, and Alex seemed to be kind and sensible – maybe she could hold a grudge against Luke and the other two band members could make it work.

“Fine,” she huffed, pointing a finger at Luke. “But I’m not promising that I’ll like you.”

He shook his head, eyes wide. “It’s cool. Thanks for sticking around.”

The rehearsal went… interestingly. The piano they’d got Julie was hardly a piano at all – it was a little keyboard that only ranged two octaves and its keys were tiny, although it did have a delightful range of demos and sounds that Reggie spent ten minutes trying out. When they got to playing, Julie could hardly even hear herself, but the others all seemed to think it sounded good.

Julie found out that Luke was on lead vocals with Alex and Reggie backing him. He had written out a score for all their parts including his vocal line, but when he sang part of it Julie realised it was wrong – he was singing an E when it very clearly stated on the sheet music that it was supposed to be a C-sharp. She wasn’t going to say anything (it was her first day with the band and she didn’t want to overstep by correcting the boy who seemed to be their unofficial leader) but eventually it got too annoying.

“You’re singing that line wrong,” she told him flatly. Everyone looked to her, eyes wide.

“What?” Luke said, smiling but sounding insulted. “I’m pretty sure I’m not.”

She shrugged lightly. “I’m pretty sure you are, but go off, I guess.”

Luke’s smile widened even more but didn’t reach his eyes - definitely fake, definitely passive-aggressive. “What do you think I’m doing wrong?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Julie pointed to the music. “You’re singing an E on this line, but you’ve written a C-sharp. Want me to demonstrate?”

“I got it,” Luke snarled, snatching the music.

“I’d like to hear Julie demonstrate,” Reggie piped up, raising his hand. “Please, Julie?”

“Happily,” Julie said. “You’re singing this: I got a spark in me.” She ended on an E. “You’ve written this: I got a spark in me.” She ended on the C-sharp. “Personally, I think what you’re singing sounds better than what you’ve written, but you’ll need to change one of them.”

Luke scowled. “Thanks. But I told you, I’ve got it.”

Julie turned to Alex and Reggie - both of whom had been watching their back and forth like a thrilling tennis match, heads bobbing in one direction then another - but now both of them were staring at Julie with their mouths ajar, seemingly unable to close them.

“Woah,” Reggie breathed.

“You’re amazing, Julie,” Alex said.

Reggie flung his hand into the air. “All those in favour of making Julie our new lead singer?”

Alex’s hand joined Reggie’s and slowly, just to annoy Luke further, Julie raised her own hand. Luke looked furious and betrayed.

“Hey,” he said, wounded, “I’m our lead singer.”

“Dude, that girl has the voice of an angel,” Reggie told him matter-of-factly, pointing at Julie who beamed back at him. “And if we make her our lead singer, you’ll be able to focus on things like neatening up your guitar solos.”

Luke gasped indignantly. “My guitar solos are perfectly neat!”

“Actually,” Julie interjected, “I wasn’t going to say anything but you’re coming in late on bar twenty-eight.”

Luke ignored her. “I’m our lead singer,” he repeated.

“Why don’t you share it?” Alex suggested, standing up. From the way Reggie and Luke immediately paid attention to him, Julie got the impression that Alex often had to act as a mediator when it came to band-based arguments. His unimpressed expression hinted that maybe he’d had to do this same thing one too many times. “You can both be lead singers. I think that’ll work - both of your voices are too good to omit completely.”

“You’ve heard her sing one line!”

“And she did it better than you,” Alex said flatly. “Now can we please carry on with rehearsal?”

Luke grumbled something, but readied his guitar again. Julie began playing her chords and, assuming they’d made their decision that both of them were going to be the lead, began to sing.

“So what you’re telling me is that you have a huge crush on this guy.”

“I have absolutely no idea where you got that from.”

Three weeks had passed since Julie’s first rehearsal with the boys. After a suggestion from Reggie and a heated debate that had transformed into a full-blown argument between Julie and Luke, Sunset Curve had been renamed to Julie and the Phantoms. Julie would now sing the melody with Luke on harmonies (an arrangement that had been painful to reach), and Alex and Reggie were happy to stay on backing vocals.

Julie was at her favourite ice cream parlour with Flynn - they were both tucking into enormous ice cream sundaes that both had claimed they would be able to finish but likely wouldn’t, and Julie was trying to tell Flynn about how annoying Luke had been at rehearsal the other day.

“I got it from the way you talk about him,” Flynn said, accusingly pointing her spoon at Julie. “And from the way your face looks when you talk about him. And from what I saw when I picked you up from rehearsal the other day.”

Julie shook her head. She did not have a crush on Luke.

“You’re going to need to explain a little better than that,” she told Flynn.

Flynn sat up straighter, smiling brightly. “Gladly. First of all, the way you talk about him - you may be describing your arguments, but you throw in compliments that are disguised as insults.”

“I do not do that,” Julie scoffed.

Flynn raised an eyebrow. “I can give examples. Like ‘He would be a lot easier to like if he didn’t have such a distractingly perfect smile, it gets in the way’. Or how about—”

“Okay,” Julie said, raising her hands. “I don’t need more examples. Just... just carry on explaining.”

“The way your face looks when you talk about him,” Flynn continued. “It’s kind of gross, actually. You go all starry-eyed and you smile like a dope, and if I’m honest I don’t understand how you don’t realise you’re doing it. Like, surely you feel your cheeks hurt when you smile that wide?”

“Ha ha,” Julie monotoned.

“I’m not joking.”

“Whatever. What else makes you so sure I like Luke? Which I do not.”

Flynn looked triumphant, as if whatever she said next would be the end of the discussion.

“The other day, when I came to the studio to walk you back to mine, Alex and Reggie came out way before you two. And when you and Luke finally emerged, you were both doing the heart-eyes-and-smile combo. And you were punching each other all playfully, which is definitely flirting. Then you tried to play it off like it was an actual argument!”

Julie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she said. It was Flynn’s turn to roll her eyes. “It doesn’t! Just because he wasn’t unbearable that one time, it doesn’t mean I like him. In any way.”

“If you’re sure,” Flynn said, half defeated and half resigned.

“I am.”

But the thing was, Julie absolutely was not sure.

The band rehearsed the next day. Luke had managed to line up a gig that would take place in a fortnight’s time, so they were trying to get as much practise in as possible. In Julie’s extremely biased opinion, their set sounded fabulous - she had grudgingly worked with Luke to write most of it, and though she hated to say it, when they wrote together their songs were phenomenal.

As usual, Alex and Reggie headed out first. Really, that shouldn’t have been the case seeing as Alex’s instrument took the longest time to disassemble and Reggie was easily distracted, but Julie and Luke normally ended up being the last two there. It had started when Julie had reluctantly hung around to apologise to Luke for stealing his role of lead singer, and had become something of a habit.

“I was thinking,” Luke said to her as he packed away his guitar, “if we get Reggie and Alex to add echoes to the chorus in Great, it could sound really good. What do you think?”

Julie smiled. “Yeah. It’s a great idea, I’m surprised you thought of it.”

“Very funny,” Luke said, rolling his eyes. Julie noticed the tiny smile playing about his lips and couldn’t help but fight a smile of her own. “You are so hilarious it’s unbelievable.”

“I try,” she said with a shrug. And then her mouth didn’t consult her brain before saying, “Are you doing anything now?”

Luke looked at her, bewildered. “Why? Are you?”

Julie blinked, caught off guard by the situation. She hadn’t meant to say that. Now it sounded like she wanted to do something with him. She wasn’t meant to want to do something with him because Julie and Luke didn’t like each other. That was their whole relationship - dislike! She couldn’t ruin that by spending time with him.

Again, her mouth spoke before her brain could catch up. “No. Do you want to hang out, do something together? Just the two of us?”

Luke looked as confused as Julie felt.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sounds good.”

They didn’t end up leaving the studio. Instead, they sat together on the couch that Luke and Reggie had dragged in off the street one day (Alex and Julie had both refused to sit on it until they’d disinfected it thirty times and checked it for any number of animals, ranging from spiders to rats (god forbid)) and tried to work on some new songs.

Luke pulled his songbook out for inspiration and handed it to Julie to skim through. She skipped past the songs they had already performed or rehearsed to some further back. Luke, unlike any sane person, didn’t use his notebooks chronologically, so there were new songs and very old ones mixed in throughout.

Julie found herself not turning one page for a while. Eventually Luke realised that she wasn’t listening to him talk about chords, and looked over her shoulder. When he saw what she was reading, he snatched the book away.

“Why don’t we just try and think up something completely different to our usual stuff,” he suggested, clearly trying to change the subject.

Julie didn’t want to press.

She did anyway.

“That seemed pretty different to our usual stuff,” she said softly. “Luke... who’s Emily?”

She knew she didn’t have a right to be upset. She didn’t know why she was upset. It wasn’t as if she liked Luke; if he had a girlfriend or someone he fancied enough to write a song about then that was none of her business. She didn’t get to fret over the love life of a boy she didn’t even like.

Luke looked at her for a long time. She held eye contact. She could see the cogs turning in his head, see him considering whether or not to tell her.

Finally, he sighed and said, “Emily is my mom.”

Julie tried not to react. She hadn’t been expecting that response, and upon hearing that Emily wasn’t Luke’s girlfriend something inside her did a happy little jump. But Luke’s face was solemn and tense, so Julie knew that she had to be sensible right now. Obviously, whatever Luke was saying wasn’t something easy.

“Your mom?” she prompted.

Luke nervously tugged his beanie a little lower. “Yeah... she’s my mom. I wrote that for her last year. She... I... We... We had an argument - well, we had loads of arguments - but this was the worst one. I ran away from home after it happened and I’ve not been back or seen her at all. I... I wanted to do something for her or at least get some stuff off my chest, so I wrote that song.”

“Do Alex and Reggie know?” Julie asked tentatively.

“About the song or the argument?”

“Both.”

He nodded. “Yeah, they know. They’ve played the song with me before, and our old rhythm guitarist Bobby did too. It was really cool of them - they don’t bring it up unless I do first. It’s kind of hard sometimes. Like, I want to talk about it, but I don’t want to be the one to start. I wish they would sometimes.”

Julie nodded. “I get it.”

He shook his head. “And they let me sleep at their houses before I found my own place - here.” He gestured vaguely around the studio.

Julie felt her eyes widen. The draughty roof, the leaky walls, the way that the couch and thin blanket was the only bed in sight.

“You live here?” she said, astounded.

He shrugged. “It’s not much. It’s all I’ve got. And... well, I’d like to go home one day, anyway. It isn’t permanent.”

Julie had no response. Luke was practically homeless, living in their studio. It was nothing. Nothing. He had nowhere to go.

“You can come and stay at my house whenever you want,” Julie said quickly. “My dad won’t mind. He won’t want you sleeping in the cold.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.”

“I am.”

There was silence for a moment. Luke looked at Julie and Julie looked at Luke. She felt on the edge of something, she didn’t know what. Being there with Luke felt... exciting, even despite the conversation they were having. Just the two of them, alone, talking without walls built around themselves.

“I really do get it, you know,” she said quietly. “How it feels not to see your mom.”

Luke straightened up, his face scrunched in curiosity. “What do you mean?”

Julie took a deep breath. “My mom passed away about a year ago. Music was our thing... it took me ages to play again without her. I still haven’t been able to face writing about her or anything like that. But my point is that I know how it feels to have the most important person in your life missing. There one day and gone the next.” She huffed a mirthless laugh that turned into a sniffle.

She felt Luke take her hand.

“You are not alone, Julie.”

She held his hand in return.

“Neither are you.”

“Oh please, you two are so in love!” Flynn exclaimed when Julie told her the story. Julie smacked her arm.

“It’s not love,” she insisted. “But... fine, maybe I like him. He’s a lot different to how I first thought.”

“What are you going to do?” Flynn asked excitedly, her legs bouncing up and down.

Julie sighed. “I have no idea.”

It turned out that Julie didn’t need to have any idea of what she was going to do. It happened naturally.

Julie and the Phantoms finished their set at the gig Luke had booked them - with a flourish and a fancy trick of the light that Flynn and Julie had helped Reggie sort out, the boys disappeared off stage in the blink of an eye, and the audience applauded Julie as she instructed them to, “Tell your friends!”

It had gone swimmingly. Julie had hit the high note in Bright perfectly despite struggling with it in almost every rehearsal; Luke’s harmonies had been on point; Alex had more confidence with each song, adding more complicated drum fills as time went on; and as usual Reggie’s incredible stage presence had the audience howling and enjoying themselves. Julie was proud of all of them to an almost dangerous degree.

Elated, she hurried off stage after the boys. They were all huddled together backstage and grinned when they saw Julie coming towards them.

She didn’t think. It happened automatically. Running on adrenaline, she flung herself at Luke, crushing him in a tight hug. Luckily it appeared that he was ready too, because he hugged her back with ferocity and lifted her off her feet, spinning them around.

“You were incredible, Julie,” he said, laughing, “they were loving you!”

“They loved us,” Julie said as Luke put her down.

She had intended to congratulate Alex and Reggie too, but suddenly found herself unable to look away from Luke. His hands were still on her waist, and hers on his shoulders. She didn’t want either of them to move.

Distantly, she heard Alex and Reggie shuffle away.

“Listen, Julie,” Luke said, voice raspy. “Ever since... I was going to say ‘ever since our conversation in the studio’ but actually I don’t know when it started. Ever since sometime, I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”

She swallowed. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something too.”

“I hope it’s the same as what I have to say,” Luke laughed. Then he turned a little more serious again. “It’s... I really like you, Julie. I think you’re an amazing singer and you improve the band a ton and you make me a better writer. You make me a better person. I just... I really like you.”

Julie couldn’t help but smile. “I really like you too, Luke. I really, really like you.”

“Really?” he asked, beaming.

“Really.”

“Thank god,” he said, and Julie couldn’t help but laugh. “The guys said you did but I wasn’t sure.”

“Tell me about it,” Julie said, “Flynn’s been on at me about this for ages.”

He laughed, smiling and ducking his head. “You really are something, Julie.”

She playfully punched his arm. “So are you.”

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suna-is-the-loml · 4 years ago

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two days

pairing: tsukkishima x reader

genre: slight fluff then slight angsty???

word count: 1.3k LOL

a/n: i am in love with salty frenchfry and this is cringe station so enjoy this really badly written fluff +angst or something bye <3

yes i love the number 3

3 years, 3 whole years kei spent loving you, yet his dumbass still hadnt confessed till today, today of all days,that is 3 days before you were leaving.

he was hurt, he wanted to tell you he loves you, he couldnt muster the courage to do so. quite ironic for someone who is salty asf LMAO, he always had a soft spot for you, he knew you were someone important to him, he just couldnt figure out how.

he thought he knew you so well, or so he thought.

he didnt know you were in too deep for him too, he didnt know youd take a bullet for him, he didnt know you got jealous everytime some other girl flirts with him, he didnt know how much you defended him, he didnt know you rejected the confessions for kei. (kei being the dumbass thought you rejected the confessions because you wanted to concentrate on your sport).

he wonders how many minutes he spent adoring you, how many seconds he spent loving you because how much ever that was, he knew it wasnt enough. he loves you. a lot. and you deserve all the love

he wanted to tell you.

you are vvsmart but dumb enough to not realise your best friend was in love with you big time. you knew your goodbye party will involve alcohol sO you had it 3 days before you left because you hated hangovers.

you wanted to confess to kei. whats the probability that he would like you back?, the worse thing he could say was “i never want to see you again’’ which works because you were leaving japan anyway.

the day after the party- today seems good, its perfect actually, you message him

“hey, wanna come over? :D”

kei looks at his phone, as your name popped up in his notifications he felt himself smile.

sure :)

kei knew he had to say it today, its either today or never

you took a deep breath. ‘tell him today’ you told yourself.

it was around 7pm when he finNALLY came over. kei had your favourite chips packet with him. smiling at him fondly you invited him to your room. it was natural. everything felt home with kei.

you wanted to confess but you wanted to see how he feels about you first- atleast maybe an idea.

“hey kei, guess what?”

he looked at you with a twinkle, he smirked as he looked into your eyes.

“i am in love with someone”

‘huh? what? love? does she like no ‘love’ someone ? oh, not me thats for sure’ kei’s mind ran spewing thoughts. he was not able to say anything. he was surprised. no surprised was an understatemeant. he was seething with jealousy, pity, sadness, betrayal, he could feel his heart break into two. he kept a stoic face and whispered ��‘oh?’’ with his eyes no longer being in contact with yours.

you smiled, you knew, you knew what he was feeling, afterall you have felt the same so many times whenever someone flirts with him. you knew he liked you but you wanted him to confirm it. you whispered “kei? is everything okay?”

kei finally looked at you again, “y/n”

“i love you” kei finally said. he closed his eyes and turned away from you, he was scared to see our expression.

“aww kei, i love you too” you said as you reached out to hold his hand. he immediately took it and squeezed it.

he looked at you again with the same fond expression “ no dummy i love you in a romantic way, i am in love with you”

you looked at him with a dumbfounded expression “ kei i am in love with you too, in a romantic way”

he felt his adrenaline pushing himself towards you, as if on instinct he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. he kissed you softly hoping the kiss would convey how much he loves you.

he whispers against your lips “you have no idea how much ive wanted to do this dummy”

“kei, i’m gonna leave in 2 days” you remind him after a steamy makeout session

his face immediately falls

“what are we kei”

“i dont know best friends to lovers trope?” he said hoping to avoid that topic. the fact that you, his love is finally with him and that you will be leaving you in two days.

you laughed and then pulled a serious expression “ kei tsukishima, what are we” you asked squeezing his hand.

“hmm, lemme think about it” kei taunts you, you pulled out your best puppy dog eyes and pouted at him and he had the audacity to smirk at you. you turned away from him and stared at the corner because suddenly?? it?? seemed?? interesting??

you felt yourself pulled to his lap. he looked at you, his eyes filled with love he whispered “ y/n i love you a lot but i-” you interrupted him with a kiss, “i know kei, its gonna be hard but can we fall in love for the night atleast?’’

“yes y/n we can” he said lovingly.

its been exactly 16 months since you’ve left. 16 months since the magical day- the day he kissed you for the first time,the day he confessed to you, he remembers every minute of those two days.

he sighed and plopped on his headphones.

now playing- lets fall in love for the night by finneas

Let's fall in love for the night And forget in the morning Play me a song that you like You can bet I'll know every line

he remembers how you both fell more in love the last two days. he remembers the day you shared the playlist you made, mainly consisting of finneas’s songs. he saw how happy you were when you listened to your playlist commenting on how its a masterpiece. he remembers the day he realised he was in love with you. he remembers your ‘jamming’ sessions as you both sang your hearts out.

he closed his eyes as he remembered the day your first boyfriend kissed you, how he was seeping with jealousy, how he badly wanted to be your first kiss. it was then he realised he loved you. revisiting his memories with you always calmed him down, you stole his heart afterall.

keeping in touch with you has been a little difficult considering college and the different time zones, yet you both tried to keep in contact with each other

I'm the boy that your boy hoped that you would avoid Don't waste your eyes on jealous guys, fuck that noise I know better than to call you mine

he remembered how your first boyfriend tried to stop meeting him and how your ex sometimes crashed you both hanging out together at your place. kei knew that your ex was jealous, yet you stuck by him considering that was your first relationship. after you broke up, you were sad and he was there to comfort you. he was always there for you.

he knew what was the best for you, but he also knew that you werent his. he couldnt stop you from dating who you want.

You need a pick me up I'll be there in twenty five I like to push my luck So take my hand, let's take a drive

he remembers the late night calls and how he would show up at your door exactly in 27 minutes when you call him over. he remembers how you used to persuade your parents so he can stay over for the night, he remembers how you used to cringe at the cheesy romcom scenes, he remembers how you fell asleep on him,he remembers how happy you were when you finally got your favourite college acception letter. he remembers how happy you were when karasuno reached nationals. he misses you a lot.

I've been living in the future Hoping I might see you sooner I want you riding shotgun I knew When I got one right

he was so happy found out he was significant in your life. he imagines a life with you by his side, he imagines smaller versions of you both running in the house. he knew it was going to be tough, so after around 7 months, he ghosted you for a whole month. you were hEARTBROKEN. did you go wrong somewhere? does he not love you anymore? overwhelmed with anger and heartbreak you ghosted him back. but he didnt even try to hold a conversation with you, he didnt ask any questions, he didnt call you too. was he done with you? was this it? you were done, done being heartbroken and done waiting.

but ghosting you just made him miss you more. was it a bad idea? he wanted to hear your voice so bad but he knew it will just make him miss you more, instead he started to concentrate completely on college and tried to remove you from his mind, he tried removing you from his life, but he couldnt, not a single minute goes by without him remembering the little things about you. he knew he was gone from your life when you ghosted him back.

he wants you, he wonders if you feel the same way he does. have you moved on?have you found someone else? did you fall out of love with him?

he wanted to move on but he was hopeless, hopelessly in love with you,

how he wished he could relive those two days forever

a/n again?: JSJSJSJSJS THIS became longer than i expected?? the second slight angsty part was heavily inspired by let's fall in love for the night by FINNEAS ahh i love his songs sm

#tsukki x reader #kei tsukishima #tsukki angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #kei tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima fluff #kei tsukkishima angst #hq angst #hq fluff #kei tsukishima angst

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Okay now that I’m not always on the cusp of passing out from anemia we can get back to writing and posting

Pairing: AltMal, Altair+Desmond Rating: Explicit Tags: vampires, romance, servant AU, music AU, fluff, angst, flangst Status: WIP

As before Tumblr gets updated before AO3, meanwhile Patreon is like 40k words ahead of everyone. Like Malik and Altair have fucked already lol

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Altair was woken with a start to the sound of a slamming door. His eyes popped open and he didn’t know where he was. Then he looked next to him and saw a window, the curtains drawn. It was pitch black out.

He sat bolt upright, all the blood leaving his face.

He’d slept too late. He needed to go get Desmond. Oh the mistress would be furious with him! He was about to scramble out of bed when he realized he wasn’t alone in the bed.

Sitting on top of the comforter, was Desmond. “Altear,” he said when he saw Altair was awake.

“Desmond- what are you doing here— oh where am I?” He looked around in confusion. He was in a lovely bedroom. It hit him like a beam of wood. He was in Malik’s bed. The foreign vampire had insisted he take it and he sleep in the sarcophagus.

“Altear, plaw,” Desmond said.

“Not now,” he said gently. “Just a moment. I-“ he got out of bed as a figure stepped into the doorway. He froze but relaxed somewhat when he saw it was Malik.

“Ah, apologies. Did the door wake you? I didn’t think of that,” he said. Malik was unusually flushed, his skin ruddy and warm looking.

“I should have been up,” Altair said. “What’s he doing here?”

“I brought him here of course,” Malik said. “He’s been fed, its the one thing that useless mother of his does for him,” Malik rolled his eyes.

Altair remembered the conversation from last night. “Did— you talk with my masters?” he asked nervously. It would explain the slamming door and Malik being flushed from an argument.

“I did,” Malik said calmly. “We do not see eye to eye on how to treat the help.” His eyes narrowed. “But that’s not your problem.”

“... Am I going to be punished for what you did?”

“What? No. Why would you? William knows it was my idea alone.”

Altair breathed a sigh of relief. “Altear, plaw,” Desmond said.

“Desmond, I just woke up. Give me a moment here,” he said. Desmond folded his little arms. He ran his hands through his hair trying to think. “What now then?” he asked Malik. He knew Malik had ideas already. “Will you let me alone?”

“Am I such a bother?”

“I would have rather been ignorant than know what you told me,” Altair said. “I can never unknow this now. I know my stay here at the castle will be a long one. And your stay will end before that. I wish you hadn’t told me about the cellar.”

Malik frowned and he walked into his bedroom properly. “You deserve to know, and be treated with some damn dignity.”

“They already basically kidnapped me, Malik. I have no dignity left,” Altair said loudly. “You think I wanted to come here? I had a life, a livlihood. I’m my father’s only child. If he dies before this is over there will be no more luthiers in the valley,” he rubbed his face miserably.

“Do they know that?”

“They don’t care,” Altair said weakly. “They’ll care in twenty years when no more instruments are made and the ones around become broken and no one can fix them and their parties will be only full of brass and percussion. Fiddle players will keep their instruments carefully but they’ll eventually become warped with time and age and wet and they won’t sound right anymore.” Altair sighed deeply. “But right now they don’t care the only heir to the luthier family in the valley is here, in the castle, raising their son because they won’t.” He hugged himself.

Malik came closer. “Can I do anything-

“No,” he sat on the bed miserably. “No one can do anything. I’m stuck here until Desmond is big enough. Who knows when that will be,” he looked at Desmond.

“Plaw,” he said.

Altair sighed. “Alright. I need to go get the violin-

“Oh, I brought it,” Malik said and nodded to next to him. Altair looked and the case was there. “I figured you’d want it.”

“Thank you,” Altair picked it up and put it on the bed. Malik sat on the end of the bed as he tightened the bow and tuned the strings, listening carefully as he turned the pegs. It needed only slight adjustment each time, as he loosened the strings some at night so they wouldn’t have too much tension on them.

“Plaw, plaw!” Desmond cried happily. He immediately became quiet when Altair drew the bow across the strings in a rich chord. He closed his eyes and like last night started with the lullaby with a flourish before breaking off into some riffs he didn’t remember as soon as he played them. But they sounded good. That’s all the two vampires cared about, that they sounded good, they didn’t care if Altair played an actual song or not.

He played for a while before his stomach started to complain quietly. He pulled the bow across one last time as he opened his eyes. Desmond was watching with wide eyes of amazement. Malik was watching with equal intensity. “No,” Desmond complained.

“Yes. I’m hungry,” he told Desmond.

“Plaw, plaw.”

“Later,” Altair put the violin away. He then picked Desmond up and grabbed the case. “We’ll be off now,” he told Malik. “Thank you for letting me sleep here, sir. But please, leave me alone.” Malik frowned at him but he didn’t care if he’d hurt the vampire’s feelings. He’d single handedly upturned Altair’s entire life by telling him he was being treated like less than livestock and he had a miserable existence to look forward to for years to come.

He put the violin in Desmond’s room and carried the child down to the kitchen. Desmond busied himself investigating all the lower cabinets while Altair had a cold pasta salad. It had been in the cool box a while too long and was mushy. It tasted awful. He didn’t finish it and just put his face in his hand tiredly.

Why did this have to happen to him?

He looked down when Desmond pulled on his shirt. “What is it, Desmond?” he asked quietly, looking at the little vampire boy. Desmond made a motion like he was hungry. Of course he was. Just what Altair needed. To look at one of those damn vampires who lied to his face and ask them to go get Desmond a meal from the ‘livestock’. Yeah. Sure.

“Are you really hungry or are you bored huh? You had breakfast just a little while ago,” Altair said and combed Desmond’s bangs from his eyes gently. Desmond just shrugged.

He wasn’t going to ask a vampire for help. He just pushed himself to his feet and stuck one of the chickens. Desmond wouldn’t care and his parents wouldn’t know. Not like Desmond would tell them. Desmond still drank out of the big syringe, not quite coordinated enough to drink from a cup and Altair didn’t feel like cleaning up all the blood when he spilled. He put Desmond in his lap and fed him thinking about what to do.

Moonlight slanted through the thick window into the kitchen. It was well and truly dark out. Dawn was a long way away but he didn’t think it was so late yet really. Once Desmond had finished Altair left the kitchen through the side door and looked down the mountain. Castlesong still had lights on down below.

“Desmond,” Altair called. “You want to play?”

“Plaw!” Desmond jumped over to him, his useless little wings fluttering behind him excitedly.

Altair wanted a fresh, hot, meal damnit. “Okay. C’mon,” and he grabbed Desmond’s hand. “We’re going to go see the people.”

“Pople?” Desmond asked.

“Yes,” Altair stepped outside.

“Awwwww,” Desmond looked up. It occurred to Altair then that he’d never taken Desmond outside before. “Altear,” he pointed up at the stars and the moon.

“That’s the moon, and the stars,” Altair said. Desmond jumped like he wanted to fly but his insectoid wings were far too weak to carry him. Altair just smiled and led him down the stairs away from the castle.

On the road he hoisted Desmond up so he didn’t trip and continued the walk down to the town. Desmond reached up trying to grab the moon and Altair just chuckled. At least his wings had curled back up against his back.

It was late enough that the pub was mostly empty except for the lag abouts and drunks. A half asleep bard was in the corner plucking at his guitar, slumpee over the fat belly of the instrument. Altair sat with Desmond at a booth so he could lock the boy against the wall. Desmond’s mouth was open and he was staring all around in wonder at the building.

The maid came over, looked like she had a snide remark but noticed the vampire sitting next to Altair. Even if she didn’t know Desmond’s teeth still barely fit in his little mouth and hung open they were like little jagged knives behind his lips. She didn’t say anything at all. Altair just ordered the stew and bread, fresh bread, and an ale. The maid retreated, casting a look over her shoulder at Desmond as she left, white as a ghost.

“This place is neat huh?” Altair asked Desmond, propping his chin up with a fist. “It’s called a pub. Can you say pub?”

“Pup,” Desmond said, popping the second p.

“Pub,” Altair said back, popping the b instead.

Desmond giggled. “Pup pup,” popping the p each time. Altair smiled.

“That is a puppy. This is a pub.”

“Pub,” Desmond finally said.

“Good boy,” and Altair gave him a squeeze.

“Pup,” Desmond squeaked and Altair just chuckled. “Pupie? Pupie?”

“It’s a little... dog. But you don’t know what a dog is,” Altair sighed.

“Doug— dougy?”

“I’ll find a book with a dog in it, okay? And maybe a puppy too.”

“Pup pup,” Desmond peeped. Then he leaned back against the seat when someone came up to their table.

It was the bard with his fat bellied guitar. “Eavening,” he said, tipping his head to Altair.

“Morning,” Altair replied and the bard smirked.

“Mind if I join ya?”

“Depends on what you want.”

“Never seen a vampire before. He’s real little,” he smiled at Desmond who sunk under the table.

“He’s shy,” Altair said. “But he likes music.”

“You don’t say?” The bard swung his guitar around to be over his chest. “Well I happen to know a guy,” and he plucked a little ditty as cheerful and bouncy as a new fawn. Desmond’s eyes appeared over the top of the table with interest. “Ah, you like that huh?” he asked Desmond. Desmond nodded. “Good taste you got there, young master,” and the bard played a song Altair recognized.

“Come In, Come In, we'll do the best we can

Come In, Come In, bring your whole bloody clan

take it nice and easy and we'll take you by the hand

set ye down and treat ye 'dasent' I'm a valley man”

Altair felt himself singing along a little as the bard played. Desmond was enthralled. He crawled under the table to sit on the other booth seat to be closer to the bard. As the bard started the chorus the maid returned with Altair’s stew and bread. She eyed the bard but didn’t say anything and also didn’t ask Altair for any money. Good. Fuck her.

The bard had turned to Desmond now as he played and sang, bouncing his foot to keep the beat. It let Altair eat in peace. He hummed along to some of the song. The bard was very good and had a nice voice. After a few songs Desmond started making noises like he was singing along too and the bard started repeating verses so the child could catch on. Altair had by now finished his warm meal and was just watching them. It was cute to see Desmond happily going along with the bard just like a human child would. If you ignored the teeth and the eyes he even looked like a human child.

The bard played a fast song high on the register. A song he probably only sang to show off. He had a good range and could get those high notes that would normally require a woman singer to reach. But reached them. Desmond beeped up there at the high register too, trying to match the bard’s high chords. Then he did something that made Altair go white. He opened his mouth wide, far too wide for a human child, for a moment it looked like he was tearing open his mouth, and displaying a huge assortment of teeth so he could scream at a high octave. So much so that it made the glass of Altair’s tankard sing.

The bard jumped back, the music stopping abruptly. Altair lunged over the table and clapped his hand under Desmond’s chin to close his mouth, abruptly shutting off the sound.

The noise had roused the drunks and the lay abouts. They were all turned towards their little booth. The bard was white as a sheet and looked visibly shaken to really see how big Desmond’s mouth was and how full of teeth it was. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” and Altair got up and picked Desmond up. He protested but Altair paid him no mind. “I’m sorry for the trouble,” and Altair put the money he would have used to pay for the meal onto the table for the bard.

“No. No!” Desmond cried as Altair took him out of the pub.

“Yes,” Altair said sternly once they were outside. “You scared that man.”

“Plaw!”

Altair took some steps away from the front door and set Desmond down, then he took a knee in front of him. “You can’t do that,” he said sternly. Desmond folded his little arms, pouting. “You scared him. You made him afraid. Like when the light comes in from the outside sometimes when we don’t close your drapes all the way? That’s scary right?” Desmond nodded. “These are scary,” he pushed Desmond’s lips open to indicate his teeth. He knew Desmond wouldn’t bite.

“Wha?”

“Why? Because you’re a vampire, Desmond,” he said patiently. “I don’t have teeth like that, see,” and he bared his teeth at Desmond. Desmond nodded. “But outside vampire teeth are very scary to people.”

“Bad?”

“No. Not bad. But if you want people to like you you need to not frighten them,” he stroked Desmond’s hair gently.

“Altear do?”

Altair softened. “Yes. I like you. Do you feel bad?” Desmond nodded. “If you want people to be okay with mistakes you’ve made you need to say sorry. It’s important to apologize.”

“Altear, sowwy,” Desmond said, his little lips pursed sadly.

Altair hugged him. “Apology accepted,” he said gently. “Now let’s go home, okay?” When Altair picked him up Desmond didn’t protest. He just leaned on Altair’s shoulder and watched as they walked out of town and back up to the castle.

Hey you, yeah, if you liked it, consider reblogging. It helps me a lot. Maybe leave something nice in the tags idk.

#Assassin's Creed #AltMal #Altair #Malik al-Sayf #Desmond Miles #Moth Wings

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