#slightly unfinished but im tired

[little-paperhat]

idiot to idiot communication

[bobzora]

at some point i was also going to do a sumire animatic to spaceman by the killers but that didn't happen and i am confident that it'll never happen which is why i feel safe bringing that up. lmao

[vonlycsnn]

✧ — PICTURE PERFECT

~ VON LYCAON X GENDER NEUTRAL ARTIST! READER.

SUMMARY: You're a famous artist/illustrator in New Eridu, absolutely tired of trying to deal with recent problems. then you decide to call Victoria Housekeeping Co. for some help, it was the best decision of your life.

- cw/tw: none.

- A/N: im so obsessed over this man its genuinely concerning, pls help. also this might be messy/ooc(?)...it's my first time writing this kinda stuff so bare with me.

Being such a well-known artist in New Eridu is tough work. Not only do you have to keep up with your clients' demands and expectations, you also have to deal with thieves trying to steal your work. 

You were thankful that some of your most valuable artworks were in museums that had incredible security, but even so, those bastards are still trying to break into your mansion and steal your canvases that have yet to be delivered or even unfinished.

Understandably, you grew tired of all the stuff you went through, slowly becoming restless from the amount of sleepless nights you had to fight through. To the point where you wanted to quit art completely but you just couldn't. Art was your passion. You've been drawing for nearly your entire life; you couldn't quit now.

Thankfully, a kind client of yours took notice of your situation and recommended Victoria Housekeeping to you. At first you were skeptical; there's no way a housekeeping company could help you with these problems, right?

—

"I don't think they'll be able to help me..." you kindly said. The client merely smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

"Just give them a call. Trust me."

—

And here you are now, constantly being served and protected by the members of Victoria Housekeeping. You were extremely grateful for their service; they've made your life so much better than you expected. 

You've grown so close to them that you became one of their most respected clients, having to be close friends with each of the members. You didn't want to say that you had a favorite attendant, but you do have a preferred one. 

Rina, although her general services are incredible and you'd always find yourself having a great time with her, her culinary skills are...questionable at best, but still, you didn't want to upset her by any means. 

Corin is a sweet girl. When the two of you became acquainted, you saw her as a little sister. Although you were surprised at how strong she is for her age, you didn't think much of it. The problem with her is how much she doubts herself; you'd have to constantly remind her that she's not doing anything wrong, and as much as you hate to admit it, you were pretty annoyed.

Ellen, well...she isn't too enthusiastic about regular housekeeping jobs, not to mention she's always low-energy. But the number of times she saved you from the most dangerous situations was enough for her to gain your respect. Plus, talking about internet trends with her is always fun.

And there's Lycaon. Oh, did you have so many words about him. To keep it simple, he was just right. His services are always near perfect; he has saved you countless times from hollows and thieves; he is elegant; he is a gentleman; you could ramble about him all day for all you cared.

To be perfectly honest, you grew a crush on him. Every time he'd lean behind you to see what you're working on, you'd always freeze in place. Too flustered by what was happening. Every time you'd hear his voice, you'd melt. The way he acts just makes your heart flutter...He was perfect.

As your own personal request for him, you wished he'd spend more time with you. Be it in the mansion or outside. He smiled, bowing down in front of you.

—

"As you wish, master. I'm more than happy to spend time with an amazing artist such as yourself." He said. You saw his tail wagging ever so slightly, but decided to say nothing; you merely smiled.

—

Every now and then he'd come to your office to check on you; he'd bring you food every time you lost track of time; he'd give you a massage whenever you had free time.

"It's always important to maintain a good posture, master." As he would say.

But being an attendant for a full-time artist comes with its own challenges. Other than having to constantly be on guard at night for possible thieves, he'd always let out an irritated sigh whenever he saw your workspace covered in paint. Especially when you're making abstract art. But he understands that art can be messy sometimes, and that's fine.

Every time you get a commission to make abstract art, you'd always rent a workspace outside of the mansion. Just so Lycaon doesn't have to deal with the mess.

But other than that, the two of you were grateful for each other's company.

Much to your dismay, however, your feelings for him grew the longer you spent time with him. You became so close to Lycaon than any of the other attendants; he knew your weakness, he knew your strengths, and he even knew some of your secrets.

You couldn't express your feelings for him with words, and so you did what you knew best: to draw. As a request, you asked Lycaon if you could take a few pictures of him. Of course he obliged. Amidst the photography, he asked.

"If I were to be bold to ask, master, what is the purpose of this?"

You merely smiled at him, saying that it's nothing important. A part of him knew about what you're planning, but he decided to keep quiet and merely chuckled.

After the interaction, you quickly but stealthily took a small canvas and a few of your painting supplies.

—

Days passed, and the painting was finally ready. You have pulled many all-nighters to finish this; you spent so much time carefully adding details and capturing his looks to the formerly blank canvas. And you couldn't be happier with the results; you just hope it was enough to make him understand the message you're trying to pass.

You took a deep breath and finally called for him. He quickly arrives at your workspace, noticing the medium-sized easel and the small paint stains on the floor. Your back was facing towards him, trying to hide the painting from his view. Realizing what to do, you flipped the canvas and turned towards him. He was understandably confused, and you were too nervous to say anything. You quickly walked up to him and handed the canvas to him.

"Here. I...made this for you." You said in such a shaky voice, he was almost concerned. But he gently grabs the canvas, and finally, he turns it to reveal the drawing. He was... speechless. Absolutely speechless. Just standing there, appreciating what he's seeing. You stuttered, trying to get words out of your mouth.

"...as a way to express how much I'm thankful for everything you've done. You're an amazing attendant, and I wanted to repay you somehow. W-well, other than using money." You awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with your fingers.

Lycaon continues to silently admire your work of him. You captured his features so well; the colors were so nice to look at, the pose, the lighting... it was so beautiful. He always appreciates the time and effort you put into your artwork. Secretly, he has been going to your workspace at night to admire all of the work you've done. He couldn't help but laugh once he saw how red your face was.

"My sincere apologies, master. But if I may ask, what are you trying to say?" He asked, almost in a teasing matter. Oh, he knows.

You panicked, so overwhelmed by the situation at hand. A part of you is trying to come up with lies, but ultimately, you gave in.

After taking a deep breath, you officially admitted your true feelings. Well, in the simplest way possible. You couldn't help but cringe at what you've said. This is so embarrassing, you thought.

Lycaon smiled, looking back at the painting to caress the sides of the canvas. He chuckled once more.

"What an astonishing way to express such feelings towards someone. I must say, master, I'm truly impressed."

The thiren carefully puts the canvas on a small table next to him, then he walks towards you. Gently grabbing your hand.

"As for what are my thoughts regarding all of this," he then proceeds to kiss the back of your hand. You jumped to his action, watching every move he made. He looked back at you softly.

There you heard it—the words that'd make you fall to the ground instantly.

"I'd be delighted to be more than an attendant for you, my dear."

[uravichii]

4:17 AM ー shinsou hitoshi

genre: fluff, heavy comfort in the end, self-indulgent !!

cw: (1) mention of "ma'am" i'm so sorry it sounded cute i couldn't help it. that's the only gendered term here tho :') this is for all u tired smarty pants girlies im giving u a bf who'll stay up with u 😡

shinsou hitoshi's favorite thing to do is staying up with you throughout every single one of your all-nighters.

whether it's for an exam, a shit ton of homework, or a group project which, for some reason, you're finishing all by yourselfー he's plopped there on your bed, perfectly behaved and quiet as you threatened asked him to be.

when you ask him why he's so insistent on accompanying you during these ungodly hours when you can't even give him a scrap of your attention at all due to your heavy workload, he simply shrugs and says:

"'ts fine. can't sleep in my own room anyway." hitoshi's lips slightly curve into a smirk. "plus, i like watching over you. you pout when you're focusedー did you know that? cutest shit ever."

you roll your eyes as you turn back to your laptop, frowning at the heaps of unfinished work left. "well, if you bother me, i'm throwing you out of my room, alright?"

"yes, ma'am." he obliges. "coffee service is an exception though, right? back rubs too... if that's not a bother."

you whip your head back at him with tearful puppy eyes of gratitude. it's taking everything in you not to mount your boyfriend right now and pepper his face with little kisses.

he snorts at your adorable expression.

"stop. don't look at me like that. i'm gonna want to snuggle with you, and you won't get any work done." he chuckles softly as you swivel your chair back to your desk. "let me know if you want anything else."

a few hours and two cups of coffee later, he's still there, watching as you hunch over your desk, nimble fingers typing incessantly on your laptop with the occasional cursing of familiar names under your breathー he's guessing you're carrying a whole group project by yourself again.

he glances at the time on his phone, and being the ridiculously observant boyfriend that he is, he knows the exact second you're about to say:

"okay!" you hoist yourself up, slamming your hands on your desk. it doesn't startle your poor boyfriend anymore at this point.

"power nap?" he guesses.

"just for 20 minutes."

"alright, c'mere."

you collapse into his open arms, melting into him as he instinctively starts rubbing circles on your back. he peeks at your already closed eyes. "hey, you set a timer yet?"

your eyes snap open, "oh right." you pull out your phone and clumsily make a few taps before you toss it away, not even bothering to turn it off. "'kay done. g'night."

hitoshi glances at the bright screen. "uh. sorry to break it to you, y/n, but i don't think typing typing '430' on your calculator's gonna wake you up."

"fuck." you jolt up and grab your phone again.

hitoshi watches as you make a second attempt to set an alarm, which seems to have magically disappeared from your phone.

"that's... that's the calendar, babe."

and then another attempt,

"you're dialing 430?"

"well, i can't find the damnー" you shove the phone to him and whine, "you do it!"

he snickers before pulling you closer, caging you in his long limbs and obligingly pulling the phone from your hands "alright, alright. i'll wake you up. you just take a nap right here, hm?" he gently pats your cheek twice before kissing your forehead. hitoshi has always had a habit of babying you when you're all sleepy and snug like this.

he doesn't actually let the alarm go off. you're obviously exhausted, burnt out, and a tad irritatedー the last thing you ever need is having your power nap cut short with that god-awful noise.

instead, you're woken up by your boyfriend rhythmically smoothing his palm down your arm, planting featherlight kisses across your sleeping face.

"y/n. babe, wake up." he gently lifts you up until you're sat up on the bed, your back laid flat against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. he props his chin on your shoulder and coos, "sleepyhead. c'mon, you can get all snuggly and cute with me when you're done. right now, you gotta get up and get that gorgeous brain working again. you're not done yet, are you?"

he presses one last kiss on your cheek before you eventually (and reluctantly) rise from the bed, dragging your languid feet across the floor until you reach your desk and start working again almost instantly.

you hear the pads of his feet across the hardwood floor as he walks over to you, draping his heavy arms around you and brushing his thumb against your shoulder, "coffee?"

you give him a tired smile in response.

this cycle repeats two more timesー you crawling in his arms for another power nap, him waking you up in the sweetest, most gentle way possible, and you rising from the bed like a zombie, getting increasingly worn out until you finally stop typing and pass everything barely on time.

you slip into hitoshi's arms again and nuzzle your face against his chest, "'t's done." you mumble, your exhaustion draining out your energy to even enunciate your words.

"really? that's good then." he strokes the back of your head, pulling you closer by your waist. "you okay?"

you instantly start weeping. "no, i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired. i'm dying. i can't do this anymore. that group project took up so much of my time so i couldn't write my own essay well. i just bullshitted my way for the last two paragraphs. it's awful."

"hey, you never write anything awful, y/n. it's physically impossible for the y/n to write a bad sentence." he continues petting your head as he consoles you.

"i justー" you mumble, your voice muffled by his hoodie as you press your face against his chest, "i could've done a lot better if i had more time."

hitoshi sighs, soothingly rubbing circles on your back. he wishes people didn't expect so much of you. never mind how intelligent and reliable you areー he's sick of people exhausting you like this. aren't you tired, even a little bit, of people constantly taking more than what you can give?

hitoshi's lips pressed on the top of your head as he ponders.

"hey." he calls.

"hm?"

"what if i... extend the deadline for that essay? you know, 'convince' your teacher to set a more reasonable one."

you raise your head to meet his eyes. "what?"

he clears his throat, avoiding your concerned gaze, "what if i brainwashed your teacherー"

"no, i get what you were saying, but i don't think that's a good idea, hitoshi." you frown.

"look, if you're not on board with it, i won't force it. i can't help you with these essays, can i? no one writes as good as you, so i'm just trying to help in any way i can."

"but hitoshi, that's notー" a yawn interrupts your sentence, brimming your eyes with tears. you easily surrender to sleep and snuggle back on his chest, "yeah, you know what? do that. fuck them."

your uncaring teachers be damned. count in your group mates that may as well be dead weights too. sleep and your sweet boyfriend felt less irksome to think about. you'll worry about everything later.

hitoshi snorts at your easy submission, hugging your waist even tighter as he whispers sweetly in your ear, his voice deep and tired, "i love you." he presses a kiss behind your ear, "if only i was half as smart and brilliant as you, i would've helped you with these thingsー you know that, right? if i could write essays as well as you do and my talents were on par with yours, i would've helped you a lot more."

he lowers his head to peek at your adorable, sleepy face before attacking your cheek and neck with smooches, "but you write such beautiful sentencesー how do you do that? what's your secret?" you giggle, both from the validation and his loud smooches.

silence settles over you as you catch your breath from that burst of laughter. he gently strokes the back of your head, feeling comfort himself at the steady rise and fall of your chest against his.

a sleepy mumble of "i love you." was all you could utter to your boyfriend before you start to drift offー you'll coddle him in the morning when you have the energy.

hitoshi smooths your hair back and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. "i love you too. i'm proud of you, okay? if you ever feel like no one acknowledges how hard you work everyday, just know that i'm here, and i see you every single timeー i've never missed an all-nighter, have i?" he snickers, "no matter how delirious and insane you get during these hours, i'm always there."

you chuckle softly and sigh, brushing your thumb softly against his arm.

"hitoshi?"

"yeah? what is it?"

you pause in hesitation, but you say it anyway. hitoshi would love the idea more than you already do.

"what if you brainwashed my group mates too?"

hitoshi smirks proudly. this is when he knows you've been spending way too much time with him.

"give me their names first thing in the morning, babe. i got you."

special tag: this is for @escapenightmare who also recently carried a whole group project on her back gws <3

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[kreativewritin444]

judas kiss / t.s

part three of dishonest (mini series)

 authors note// hi thank you so much for your feedbacks, if i have anything unfinished yall really want another part too please lmk bc i literally have lots of ask/request or even things ive started up & forgot ab or have in my drafts. butt i am going through and finishing out some stuff, i just took a vacation and rlly needed some me time... BUT IM BACK BITCHES!!!

   also... holy shit a thousand something followers!!!! thank you guys seeing the endless love and support of my writings has boosted me into starting my own book series ... but thats for another spill. thank you again for following me on my journey of my shitty writings to my development.

i got this tip thing working, i do work full time & go to school so any tips are welcomed and appreciated but either way ty all.

anywhore here is the third part/ im thinking final part as well. let your imagination think of the end... unless too many of yall want more.

 tag list: @allie131313​ @casa-boiardi​

summary: lying about your identity, leads you face to face with the one and only thomas shelby. as chaos unravels much more surfaces as well.

  staring in the mirror, feeling the old, yet the familiar feeling of a silk night gown cascading down your body. remembering the time lasted only for a mere few years. years you weren’t happy. the bruises were faded mainly, except the slight pain in your ribs still.

 taking small pain killers help.

 the day has left you tired leaving the rest of the clothing in the corner of the room. laughing almost as you take in the fact; he really did get you some new clothes. as well as being kind of enough to grab some of your own from your apartment.

 which you were notified was absolutely trashed, yet hidden away you found a picture. one of you, your mum and sister. so young... so innocent. the memories of everything was building up.

 the gown fit you nicely though, the cloth was soft and comfortable. something you almost forgot what felt like, since being alone on the run . glancing over at the clock noticing it was getting late. 

biting your lip softly, things mule over in your head. how thomas was and if maybe, just maybe you two met under a different circumstance. hell even just a re-do of your meetings.

 ignoring it as your hair gets tucked behind your ear. deciding to leave this room and not be cooped up.

 as you step out, your eyes flicker down the hall. movements halting as your mind comes more clear. he was right there in that room.

 the room you’ve seen him enter a mere few times. the light flickers through the crack of the door. it was there. right in front of you. 

 hand never leaving the door knob, biting your lip in deep thought. happy he got you your clothes from home, as well as a few new items. must’ve gotten help from a lady because there’s no way he chose these alonesome. 

 shaking these thoughts your feet spring into action. hand beside you now as your focus was on where he was. fist raising to knock on the ajar door. it swings open wider, creaking slightly as thomas sets some papers down. 

 smoke still in hand as his eyes lift to yours, exhaling the smoke from his lips. he lifts it back up, inhaling again taking in the sight of you. in more different clothing than anything he has seen before. work uniform, one little outfit, and his clothing. you looked good, stunning in a way.

 he was as he usually was, expect a bit more exposed.

 the anger still present when your wounds become more visible, thankfully more faint now. he’s already sent john to deal with that particular matter, but now he had to deal with some stuff tonight.

 “got to look at the stuff, thank you.” giving him a small smiling, trying to make this attempt for a better start forward. needing time to plan future things as your mind hasn’t had a hint of peace.

 he nods licking his lips, ashing in the tray.

 “can’t have you walking around naked, can we?”

  the joke brought a smile small to your lips, as your head thinks about the picture. unaware if he knew it was there or if someone else did the work. his focus is back on the papers making you step in. taking in this private study he enchants himself too; felt like him.

 biting your lip softly, the sight of him before you has your mind in another place. he looks like something you saw only moments before. a mirror image of yourself. less battered and bruised on the outside though, yet he was tired. his eyes red, the bottle out in the open. he was more open, more vulnerable.

 “y/n?”

 you shake your head, a blush crosses your cheeks. “sorry. what ya’ say?” 

he holds back his emotion, but his attention is now yours. “i’ve gotta meeting tonight, tomorrow some more to do. until then just stay here, out of harms way for the love of god.”

 he stands up and stares at you. your lip ends up between your teeth, feeling a bit nervous. he didn’t sound so serious so fierce, he sounds exhausted. as you were to even fight back, which he noticed.

 “if you are up by the time i get home, we should talk.” your eyes narrow at his words, nodding slightly. hands coming up to brush your hair back once more.

 “just knock on my door when you get back, thomas.” 

 with that you open the cracked door wider, rushing out of the room. everything felt too tense too unsettling in there. only when his footsteps become noticeable, you realize he was following you.

 heart racing as you reach halfway down the hall, nearing the stairs. for a moment, your eyes flicker to the front door. 

 the thought crosses your mind. ignoring it as you continue to ‘your’ room desperate that he isn’t actually following. that he would walk himself down those stairs instead.

 as you reach the door his presence was there, the defeat leaves you. turning around to face him. his face was inches from yours. something deep in his eyes as he pushes the door open.

 “thomas?”

 the door closes behind you as he is now only standing in front of you, a heave in his chest almost. “their dead, alright? the men from that night, their gone.”

 your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “wh-why are ya’ tellin’ me this?” he comes forward cupping your cheek. the look in his eye is something you’ve seen before. loss.

 staying still in his embrace, “i-i don’t want ya’ scared of me... for some fuckin’ reason.”

 the confession made your mouth shut completely. “i don’t want ya’ scared at all.”  it didn’t feel exactly true but it what was easiest for him to say. 

that was until he pulls you onto his lips. hands landing on his chest, mouth moving with his out of instinct. pulling away as you push him back slightly. staring into the eyes of a loss man, knowing this could end terribly. 

your chest rises and falls quickly, “i- told ya-”

 “tell me to stop then, y/n.” the deep stare between you two leaves something rattling inside of you. 

 “i-i get your past. i know mines fucked, but i-...” you trail off biting the inside of your cheek for a moment. the internal debate ends with him pushing forward.

 lips on his he pulls you close, your hands around his neck as you both fall back on the bed straddling him. his hands push against your back, deepening the kiss. the hold on you wasn’t harsh, just tight possessive like. as if you were to disappear at any moment.

 pulling away for air, his lips trail from your cheek to your neck. the giggle escapes your lips involuntarily, and for a moment thomas sighs. not of boredom and displeasure but of relief.

 it made your heart swirl because you felt it too. the non-serious feeling of this. even though it wouldn’t last, it felt real for the moment.

 his hand slips down from your waist onto your thighs. eyes flickering back up at you. your hands tug at his shirt, him taking the hint to remove it. the bare chest was there and now you could really look at it.

“thomas.”

 his hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. he flips you over and he holds himself up against you. your back against the bed, other hand trailing between your thighs, you just as desperate for his touch.

 he lifts the gown up slowly, teasing you with his touch. his head drops into the crane of your neck, kissing it softly before tugging your panties down softly. a soft gasp escapes you and he whispers something in your ear.

 “so fuckin’ beautiful.”

 your eyes roll back as he swirls your clit, the sensation incredible. “fuck.”

 “taste good too.”

 he enters a finger before he slowly moves his body down. his motion was slow and you whine when he leaves you. looking down seeing him between your thighs now, inches from you. his eyes flicker up, the blue prominent.

“impatient ay’?” your hand flies into his hair. trying to ignore the urge to roll your eyes,

“did ya’ forget that already?”

 without another word his tongue swirls around you, a soft moan leaves you. he continues but slowly adding a finger. your calves press into his shoulders more, leaving his tongue to move slightly faster.

 “oh th-” he slides another finger in making your words cut short, back arching off the bed slightly. giving him access to push your gown up above your breast. his hand comes back down around your thighs, feeling them shake around him.

 unable to take it anymore your hand pushes at his head, but he holds it down instead. speeding up as your stomach drops, a moan leaving your throat. liquid coats his fingers and tongue as he stands up completely.

 “do ya’ love anyone y/n?” the question caught you off guard. your breathing uneven coming down from your high; his pants drop and your body felt even more turned on.

 “never really had a chance to experience love. probably doesn’t exist.” you confess the mere summary as you spread your shaky legs. his grip on them tightens, moving you closer to him.

 he stares down at you in a way that you truly didn’t understand. “i like ya’, ms.solomons.” he confesses as he spits down on you. the action so dirty, but the confession so clean.

 “just y/n, thomas.” the intent was known and he kisses your knee before moving. the feeling of him entering you slowly, made you grip his arm that held your waist. 

 “i sometimes-” you stutter out as he rocks against you slowly, fighting to keep your eyes open.

 “i sometimes like to believe it could be true.”

 he leans forward, the angle deeper than before as he kisses you deeply. his free hand coming to cup your jaw. his hips pick up speed leaving you a moaning mess in his mouth.

 he was gentle, taking in what you reacted too. this wasn’t your first time but he felt as if you were innocent in a way. your eyes flicker up to him before you tug your dress over your head.

 leaving you both completely exposed, “it’s true.” he confesses pulling away, turning holding you up against him as he lays down. your knees against the bed as he bucks up into him.

 “ya’ crazy mr.shelby.” he pushes your hips down even more leading to the familiar feeling arise again. your nails sink in his shoulder, biting your lip clinging to him.

 “say’s the one who’s dead.” you try to get a witty remark out but your orgasm spreads, feeling yourself starting to clench.

 “yet ya’ look so fucking alive around me.” the wetness spreads down your thighs as he doesn’t let you go. “m-maybe i feel alive- with ya’.” the deep moan leaves you, the feeling of your bare chest touching had you in a whirl.

 he’s buried deep in you as you cling to him, almost in tears overstimulated. you beg him. “tho-thomas. i-”

“so fuckin’ good.” his his shake slightly, as he leans back staring into your eyes. “do you trust me?” at how you were feeling you’d trust anything. your eyes flutter but you nod.

  he stutters into you as his releases inside you making your eyes widen. pulling back panting as his eyes connect with yours. two different looks.

 “wh-what did you do?”

 “do ya’ trust me?” the logic in the room was clearly not there because without a second thought you nod again. he kisses you softly, “be mine. stay alive and i promise ya’ everything you could need.”

 you pull yourself out of him, wincing at the feeling. your eyes stare into his, as the covers surround you,

“but you don’t love me.” 

 his eyes drop slightly, “i can see somethin’ in you. i need someone like ya’, think of this as something good.” you feel so exposed staring at him in disgust. “ya’-ya’ just came in me, who knows if i’ll get pregnant! thi-this is not gonna end well. what the fuck were ya’ thinking?”

 “what the fuck was i thinkin’? oh my go-”

 he sits up, “i’m thinking fuckin’ smart! ya’ know this shit, i am rising y/n, i need a wife and i need someone who can be that wife.” you stare at him and stop for a moment. it cut off your overthinking for a moment.

 it wouldn’t be real but it could be. yet either way you could be safe... you could be free of being on the run. you could be alive.

 “i need to think on it? i-i can have your answer tonight.” your words tremble slightly as you slip your gown on, facing away from him. “hey.” his hand lands on your shoulder. 

your flinch makes him wince, scooting closer to you. covered up with the sheets. “i haven’t asked just anyone this question. this is fuckin’ insane but i-i do like ya’. we can figure this shit out because you know it’s true.”

 “you need me just as much as i need you.” you mutter as a  small smile appears on your lips, “i need a shower for a fact and nap thomas. you have somewhere to be, should get going.”

 his hand leaves yours taking your hint, “i’ll knock on your door tonight. get some rest.”

after he redresses and the door closes behind him, the tears stream down your cheeks. you wanted him but you were so scared and conflicted.

 your answer was yes from the moment you realize he was as stubborn as you but you were now a ghost.

-

 you were laid down, the candles still lit allowing thomas to see your image. he walks closer but you were barely asleep. he sits down beside you and sighs heavily.

 he doesn’t know you’ve woken up, and his energy was strong. you figured thomas shelby out and for a man to keep you around long enough...

 you knew from the beginning you liked this man, but being ‘dead’ has made you believe any. any of that type of thing was impossible. slowly you turn over, facing the man who stares ahead.

 “eric is tryin’ to be a political man. if ya’ know alfie, imagine a sickenin’ no good bastard times a billion.... as him.” the words made thomas sit a bit straighter. you felt vulnerable now, half asleep tucked into a new home.

 you had to give a answer.

 “i’ve looked him up, he isn’t much and from what i’ve heard. alfie really doesn’t give two fucks for him.” the way he settles his sentence lets you know that eric is no threat. to you or himself in any aspect.

 “charlie’s mother, i-i won’t ask you to speak of her.” you sit up now, thomas takes in your sleepy appearance. “if i take on that boy as my own. i will love and teach him as my own, but you have to tell me about her so he can know his true mother.”

 your eyes swell up slightly. “she won’t be forgotten in your mind ever, i know that. so let me learn, let me be there for you so i don’t go crazy. so i-i can do better...”

 the words hit thomas and he only shifts to maintain his composure. you don’t notice since your emotional more so, but he knows he did right choosing you.

 “i have a story, everything about how to make you ‘undead’ since your job at it wasn’t the best.” that made your eyes look up at him.  “i know ya’ can’t be her, but i do have some’ towards you.” 

his hand reaches out to cup your face. “she wanted some of the stuff you did as well...”

 the deep stare was all that was needed, you let this moment last. he was gone when he lost her. loosing her was loosing apart of himself. you accepted it because you truly knew love was not meant for you in this lifetime.

 slowly breaking the moment, lips almost trembling but your composure well gathered now. “if we do this- ya’ can’t treat or make me out to be some fool of a house wife. i-i’m more than that and i’ll be damned to be one of your puppets.”

 moving out of his reach makes you ache for it more yet thomas sees something within you. you were sorta like polly sometimes. strongly determined woman.

 “ya’ help me stay together, ya’ help me keep this household together... my family together and whatever ya’ want is yours.” flickering from each eye, he awaits your response and you nod.

 “i agree, to be your wife. i agree to hold your secrets, now for i wish to get rid of the jewish ways though... go back to the gypsie ways. please.” your desperation was without notice and he kisses you.

 kissing you felt like kissing grace.

kissing you felt like kissing grace.

-

  setting down the glass of whiskey, your eyes train along the inside courier. everything was simple, everything was different. charles was taken to bed not too long ago, you didn’t see much of him but it made you think.

 too take on this responsibility was what you were raised for. yet you ran from it because eric was a vile man... so is thomas. your heart aches though due to the surprising feeling erupting yourself; that you may just like the man ever so slightly.

 with your past and his it felt like you both being so fucked up, it could work? sighing heavily and grabbing the glass once more. the liquid slips down your throat as you enjoy the peace of true alone time.

 telling his maid, well lady of help to head to sleep since you were up. if charles was to awake you could handle it or if need be. get her up. charles really ponders through your mind, for you would be like a mother.

 you could be his mother, yet you would never wanna replace his true mother. what was she even like? what did she view or believe? what the hell did she see in thomas shelby?

 he said she was a bit like you, in what fucking way?

 you move and see her painting and you looked nothing of her. she looked of class and elegance, some real princess shit. you didn’t compare to that, so what motive was this?

 make me alive again, was this his plan? biting your lip you throw back the remaining liquor. rolling your eyes at the empty cup, you head towards the kitchen.

 smiling to yourself of the kindness that francis left out the bottle for you. moving forward you almost reach the counter but you were hit over the head. your body hit the ground harshly, the glass breaking surrounds you.

 it flashes back to the moments of your mothers death. yet before you could react you were hit again, and the darkness overtook you.

-

 you awoke in a moving vehicle, head pounding your face contorts in displeasure. trying to focus your vision, your eyes land on a priest as well as a few other men.

 “hello miss solomons.” the priest smiles wickedly and you stare back unfazed, or atleast as much as you could appear.

 “well you see, there’s so many ways this here can go. yet as of right now, you are actually of great use.” his tone menacing and your head was spinning.

 you try desperately to maintain eye contact with his. unsatisfied with your response of nothing; he nods as one of his men move forward. the hit makes your head sling to the side. blood literally splattering onto the window beside you.

 the taste of blood in your mouth has became a all too familiar feeling. as you let your head hang lowly, you over hear someone mutter. “we are almost there.”   

 moving your hand to wipe your chin, seeing the back of your hand covebloody finally angers you. not knowing where this was going, you finally look back up. “i think we might just have to use the boy instead.” 

your heart drops, distracted now. the boy? of course it had to be...

“what boy?” you finally speak, it slightly muffled due to your severe swollen lip. this gets the mans reaction. “she speaks!”

 “what boy?” you question again, feeling a sense of protectiveness all of a sudden. what is going on with you?

 “ahh, mr.shelby’s boy. ya’ see we have a deadline, and i do have orders with him. oh i spoke to your cousin mr.solomons... he does seem to have a keen interest of seeing you.”

 sitting back you take in everything, the deep wrenching pain in your chest over came you. ”didn’t mention if it meant alive or dead, though. dear.”

 tears fill your eyes, as you realize everything. this was all a lie, a pawn, a game.

 “yet your price is a wager, does thomas care more for your safety or does your cousin? or i could merely kill you now and just let you be what you so ‘desire’.”

 his words let everything truly settle now. you never escaped. you just switched paths.

 it almost could make you laugh, until it did. you looked crazy and stupid but you were laughing, hysterically almost. wincing at your lip throbbing, heaving out as your head pounds from the movement. you stare into the mans eyes dazed. he stares back at you in discomfort but looks away.

 thomas got his own kid into this shit. he better have this all figured out. dizzy from the amount of hits to the head you’ve taken. you look back over and see the man on your right snatching out two pills. eyes widening slightly as you try to move back.

 “what is that? wh-wha-no!” the men hold you down, your kicks and hits defenseless. the pills shoved in your mouth. water forced down your throat whilst your nose was plugged, left you choking on the water. forcing you to swallow.

 yet they continue it for a few seconds longer, leaving you to start choking horribly. knowing it was swallowed, you were let go finally. shaking and drenched in water, you wildly swing your fist forward. 

pure rage in hitting the man on the right. your leg kicks the other guy, before you hit the priest once. a strong hit leaves you slumped, mind swirling until you were no longer able to stay awake.

-

 a strong jerk makes your eyes flicker open. charles was crying softly, making you ignore your own pain. sitting up you look at the man holding him. out of it but desperate you plea.

 “give him to me. please, i-i was a mother, i know how to make him stop.” you lie out of instinct but the man seems irritated and hands charles over with ease. ignoring their looks as we come to a stop.

 pressing a soft kiss to his head, you hold him soft rocking him softly. your watch the men get out of the vehicle, it was dark out now and your head hurt so bad.

 keeping it together for the sake of charles, you try to stay focused. the priest man comes back and you clutch charles more tightly, charles surprisingly soothes down within your hold.

 “come on, lets go.” knowing what happen last time, you slowly move out the car, careful with charles the cold wind hits your skin for your only in a nightgown and light sweater. which was blood stained.

 the darkness led you to follow him, but soon a room with light appears. you sat down as instructed, feeling the light make your head hurt worse. you notice the two other guys didn’t follow through and he was now alone.

 trying not to move, you let charles sit beside you. oddly enough he gave charles something to eat while you stay silent. he looks up at you with a smile.

 “the deal is all taken care of, you will be taken care of soon.”

 this sick bastard. he gets up suddenly looking back at me, “stay here.” the tone was threatening and you nod softly. scared of what might happen, you sit quietly listening in hard. 

moments pass before you heard the words uttered, “please don’t shoot.” you fly up, feeling dizzy from the quickness, glancing back seeing if charles will be okay. 

moving forward grasping the wall beside you, as the spots slowly fade from your vision. following the way he took trying to listen in on where the sounds were coming from.

 moving quicker at the noise of grunting and painful sounds, ignoring your own pain. you round the corner, taking in the sight of the priest guy fighting a younger guy. 

 in the oddest moment you notice a hat, the familiar hat. the cap thomas had, a similar one on the ground.  “you know who your fucking messing with?” 

 he throws the guy against a bench, swinging on him. both hands wrap around his throat in such a swift motion. the look on his face reminded you of what yours probably looked like. without thinking you grab a nearby book.

“i’ll take the fuckin’ life from ya’.” you throw the book, it missing your goal hitting him in the back. “leave him the hell alone!” rushing forward, as he turns around one arm coming out. his elbow hits you harshly making you fly back.

 hitting the side of a bench, your ribs aching out from the movement. not even knowing what you hit, you stay on the floor. tears leave your eyes unwillingly from the pain.

 flying back the back of your head slams into a bench, rolling over sideways. in a slump, you barely were able to make out what was in front of you. all the damage to your head, you knew in nursing this was severe.

“both of ya’ gypsie bastards” without a second thought, the man slices the priest eye. him stumbling back in pain, as the younger man kept coming and coming at him.

 “melanie?” you call out as you swore you heard her voice. snapping out of it at the slam open of doors.

 two men emerge from a door, too much in pain to handle that situation. trying to push up, hearing the sound of charles cries. “charles.” you gasp out, completely remembering the boy. 

managing to get up shakily, moving forward only to stop momentarily. taking in the sight of the bloody mess of the once alive priest. the image locks you in, before you turn back. your were weak and slow but you reach charles.

collapsing beside him leaning back against a near wall. ignoring everything in the world, for it was too much to bare. how odd you found yourself near something of pure innocence; after the chaos you just endured.

 charles babbles as you softly sob, “oh charles.”

“it’s alright.” the mans voice spoke, stopping you momentarily. you went silent uncertain exactly anymore of anything. despite everything though you speak up.

 “thank ya’.” your tone hush as if you weren’t bold to speak loud. the man sighs out and you wince.

 “but ya’ gotta get th-thomas.” the words slip out weakly, eyes flutter as they gaze upon the boy. not even noticing he came around the corner. blood soaked and shaken up, trying desperate to stay focused.

 “i’m michael, i’m tommy’s cousin.”

 so simple, which was all that was needed. “y/n solomons.” he helps you up, you lean against the wall as he scoops charles up. “hold onto my arm, there is a car outside.”

 managing to get inside, but once settled your body slumps. you try to stay up, but the tiredness takes over.

 still out not noticing you arriving at the shop, or that michael already took charles inside to the rest of his family. he notified them of you. ada and polly knew for they were the ones who helped you get your clothing.

 thomas spoke of you to arthur once.

 michael ends up carrying your lifeless looking form inside. polly rushing out orders, ada making a place for you to lay. you were set down and polly pushes your hair out of the way examining you, but when she touches you.

 her heart sank. for no reason apparent it just did. 

 “someone call thomas.” and the cheerful glee of happiness of charles was apparent but the dark silent loom of your appearance was one of unease.

 “mum, sh-she helped save him.” he confessed out to polly, who let out a sigh. “well call the damn doctor as well, for christ sakes.”

 your eyes flutter open slowly, “charles?”

 polly grasp your hand, “he’s safe dear, your both safe now.”

 “n-no my head. i can’t my head.” you groan in agony, and your heart aches. “thomas?”

 the room went silent. “tho-thomas?” polly speaks up, “he’s on the way.” yet after those words your eyes roll back. “the doctors on the way!” ada calls out and polly sighs in worry for the girl.

[doorrobloxstuff]

Business date at the dinner table-???? Don’t have a good name ‘fo this.

Rush, Ambush, Seek and Figure [Try] discussing the terms of their partnership..

Do you like boring business adult talk? No? TOO BAD!!!

Seekrushbushgure

Tw//Figure had ouchers when it had snare ouch ouch..Uhh..Rush childhood tramua :( death ment, Ambush makes a lightly suggestive joke but nothing explicit.

They aren’t in a partnership (scream at me to make partnership explanation post.) yet.

Seek and Ambush are more so..courting then dating while Rush and Figure are attempting not to loudly kiss at the table.

Smacks head on table repeatedly, also one more note- im still attempting to figure out a rhyme and rhythm to where I should put bold text I’m so sorry- have some ‘mo entity lore for now.

This isn’t the main au but it’s got its the same lore, just comes with the implications of what would happen if the two families merged.

WAS ONLY BETA READ IN THE FIRST BIT- I SPENT ALL NIGHT AND IM SO TIRED

The joyful sounds of noises of their children rang throughout the air.

Their parents occupied a table nearby. A well-prepared meal and their thoughts shared before them. All of them in suits and ties, an air of formality surrounding them.

Rush rested its head on the table, it’s plate empty and its chest rising and falling tiredly full of fish. Figure was right next to the rotund entity, its body curled up close to Rush’s.

Quietly brushing its fur with the tips its gnarled fingers in fascination. It collected the fluffy fog in between its fingers and felt it slip between their cracks with each passing caress, getting some content rumbles out of Rush. As the two continued their affectionate exchange. Their other two partners, Ambush and Seek spoke in hushed tones. They where on the other side of table sat watching their little ones like a hawk, their meals unfinished but their wineglasses partially emptied in their hands.

“So ehhh, Seek.” Ambush buzzed, its tail swaying in slow, sweeping, repeating, completive motions that doubled back in repetition. It reached into its brain for the first words that relayed into its mind. “Events. Occurrences.” It shook its wine awkwardly.

“We’ll have to act fast if we want to this.. plan of ours come into fruition..” Seek murmured, swishing its wine gently with its hand.

Ambush raised an eyebrow and took a sip of wine.

“Never took ‘yeh for one to rush things…”

“I just..I want to make this quick and efficient..the good things may not last..” It closed its eye and gripped the handle of its wine glass, regaining its composure unostentatiously. “I want to be prepared this time.”

Ambush sat there silently for a moment, placing down its wine glass and casting a glance towards Sally and Screech roughhousing on top of a nearby table. She managed to pin the round, goopy entity beneath her webbed talons, laughing maniacally as Screech snapped and thrashed excitedly beneath her.

She always did have her aunt’s laugh.

“Hey! Get off the table before you get hurt!”

The pair whined, but reluctantly complied. Rolling off the table and blissfully returning to wacking each other with their little tendrils and paws.

Ambush turned back towards Seek, who still had its eye closed in contemplation.

“Ehm...Seek..I uh..”

“Hmm?”

“...You’re a good winemaker.”

Seek rippled a tiny bit, opening its eye and lifting up its wine glass. Looking at the vermilion liquid behind the glass with a tiny bit of reverence. Its eye then drifted back to Ambush with a now slightly friendlier look in it.

“I like to think so..” It leaned forward, it propped its chin in its hand and its pupil focused curiously on Ambush.

“..You’re a splendid cook you know- Do you cook all the time for your family?”

Ambush gave Seek a bashful look before taking another sip of its wine.

“Eh, Sometimes.. but not always. Rush is definitely the better cook-“

The large, foggy entity unhinged its maw to speak and when it did, its voice sounded like a deflated balloon. Its eyes partially shut in blissful sleepiness as Figure groomed the top part of its fluffy head like a spa treatment.

“Nooo I’m noooot…”

“You are too! Remember the baked ziti?”

“Naaaaaah..” Rush purred a little as Figure affectionately licked its cheek. “Anyone can…follow a book..recipe..” Rush’s words faded away into soft rumbles.

Seek turned to look at Sally, who was now excitedly running Screech ragged around the courtyard.

“Your Sally is a lively one.”

“..Going to be ‘our’ Sally soon..” Figure cooed, licking Rush’s smiling cheek affectionately.

“Mm, what a wild, rambunctious daughter I’m going to have then.” Seek said with a noticeable ripple.

“Do you cook Figure?~” Rush murmured, still rumbling sleepily.

“With help from Seek or our eldest, yes.~” Figure laid its head on top of Rush’s furry head before a small rip was heard and a soft “Oh dear-“ was heard.

“Ah shit, here Figure lemme help you with that.” Carefully Ambush reached over and tucked the now ripped sleeve of its shirt before stepping back. Feeling Figure grow a warm and turning just a tiny hint of magenta itself.

Seek took another sip of wine, slightly amused but still formal-sounding as it spoke.

“..Speaking of our children..that’s eight of them combined in total, yes?”

“Unless we’re planning on having more of ‘em? Yeh, just eight.” Ambush took a casual sip of wine while its gooey partner nodded.

“..You know Fig..with all your pretty poems..and wine..If children where grapes..we’d have a vineyard..It’d be a nice title to a book..”

“Rush, dear. How much have you had to drink?”

“Pasta, not the wine that got me..” Rush yawned a wide yawn that smelt faintly of catfish and charcoal. “Got Figure too..”

Figure warbled a tiny bit before yawning itself. Its voice grew a tad lower and a bit more thoughtful.

“..Children..between us, Ambush?”

“Eh?”

Figure shook its head and wrapped an arm across Rush’s body and pressed its face into Rush’s dark, comforting fog.

“Never mind, probably the wine-”

Ambush crossed its talons, a concerned look crossed its sockets.

“Talk to me hun. You said something about children between us?”

“..Like between you and Seek or..maybe me and Rush..or you and me..did you mean that?”

Ambush shrugged.

“Ehh, I was more so talking in general about em- but now that you did bring it up- were do you fish in that particular pond?”

Figure stayed painfully silent, but seemed it didn’t need to talk because Seek had already seized words like prey in talons.

“If Figure has to carry? Absolutely not. What happened last time was utterly atrocious and I do not wish for it to experience that EVER again.” Seek said with a curt hiss that caused Rush to flinch a little.

“..Sorry-“

“It’s okay...”

Ambush had an uneasy look in its eyes, it fiddled its talons.

“Is..pitching the same as catching?”

Seek turned towards Figure and waited for a response. It didn’t lift its head as it spoke in a disconcerted warble.

“I don’t..mind..but like Seek said..I’ve always had..troubles..”

Rush placed a large, comforting hand on Figure’s chest. Pulling it close and softly whispering something into its ear that made it less tense and even a tad flustered.

“Don’t ever feel pressured to do either of those things my dearest.” Seek said, its eye softening a little. “Besides, there’s other ways to have them without hurting you..” Seek turned towards Ambush and “As for my feelings on that particular subject..-“ Seek took a smaller sip of wine, its eye flitting towards Rush for a long moment before its stern gaze met Ambush. Studying it for a moment before answering.

“..I’d rather focus on tending to the ones we have as of now.” It poured itself some more wine and offered some to the green entity. “Though, I am a tad curious Ambush, Rush, Tell me; what’s your current sentiment regarding them?”

“..Nn.. don’t mind..”

“..Eh.”

“..’Eh?’ That’s all? Well, come on..don’t be a stranger dear-”

Ambush blushed, it sheathed its talons and scratched the back of its neck. “..Well, its never really been on our minds..So..we haven’t been consciously trying ya know?”

“Fair enough.. Rush..?”

Rush didn’t respond, its eyes closed deep in either contemplation, tiredness or both. Finally, after a long moment, Rush opened its eyes again and spoke with a tinge of melancholy sleepiness.

“..Same thing as Ambush..As long as their safe, happy and not growin up in a sewer like their daddy..did..” Rush’s words faded into incomprehensible murmurs before at least managing to phonate one coherent sentence.

“..You’ll keep them safe, right..?”

Seek lowered its voice, it drank some more wine and then put down the glass and then set the glass down carefully. Talking about this sort of thing was never easy for the entity.

“That’s what we’re doing this for..if we’re lost..you’ll take care of mine and if you..were to be killed in some..way.” Seek flinched, but its eye remained determined and focused, leaning forward and lightly taking Rush's fluffy head in its hand and its voice softened. “We’ll take care of yours.." It gave it a small kiss with its gooey face that was lightly reciprocated as Rush wrapped its large hands around Seek's waist and pushed it into the little cuddle it had with Figure. "A- R-Rush- oh dear, you're squishing me-" Ambush gave a staticky laugh, reaching forward to snatch Seek from Rush's 'death-grip' with a few light tugs and pulled a now malformed and melty seek from Rush's claws. "I see you got a taste of what I gotta deal with every morning.~" Seek slowly reformed itself into humanoid shape with a huff, stretching its newly formed arms. "..What, being violently asphyxiated? Oh please, that's a typical bi-weekly event for me and Figure.~" It sat back down at the table and picked up the fork from the now cold plate of catfish pasta. "Now about inheritance and territorial divisions-"

“Don’t fuck with the pool.” Ambush growled, its eyes narrowing and the glitches around it decreased for just the briefest of moments before it stiffened up and choked feeling a migraine burn it’s way into its head. “Just don’t..” Its talons gripped the table like it was about to cave in under it. “..We can share the rest.”

“..I have no plans of ever even going in there..or altering a single thing..” Seek soothed, pouring Ambush a bit more wine and confidently leaning forward towards Ambush. “As for our children, I wish to see no bias given. Younger OR older, it is to be all equally split amongst them..”

“Done.” Ambush rubbed its forehead and took a sip. “Our family doesn’t do that shit anyways..”

Figure raised its head up slightly, it leaned forward and whispered something before pressing its face into Rush’s fog once more. “And what of your animals?”

“The Raccoons?” Ambush squinted its eyes in confusion before shaking its head. “Take care of ‘em or eat ‘em..I don’t care..I’ll be dead anyways.” It reached into its fur and pulled out some vitamins, taking them with a sip of wine.

Seek sighed with relief, thankful that at least this time, Ambush didn’t drive a hard bargain.

“Is that all?”

“Yea..we’re done here.”

An exhausted, sleazy smile drew itself across Ambush’s face. Feeling its migraines dull just a tiny bit, it decided to make a move. “How about’a little kiss eh?”

A light blush came over Seek’s face, it waved its hand bashfully and sipped some wine with an amused look in its eye.

“..Oh hush you anchovy, keep feelings out of business..~”

“A-ANCHOVY..??” Ambush wheezed. “Nah babe, I’m sturgeon aaaaall over.~” It ran its talons down its chest with a bit of theatrical flair. “Besides, we came to an agreement…so ehh..not really much more business to discuss..”

“Fair enough, also- I wouldn’t mind giving that kiss either..” Ambush smiled wider and brought its face close to Seek. Who pressed its face up against it in a small nuzzle.

After a minute, Ambush reluctantly broke the kiss and turned towards the now peacefully snoring Rush and Figure, quietly chuckling. “We should probably call it a night... It was fun talking to ya Seek..” The green entity tucked its medicine back into its fur and tucked in its chair. It floated towards Rush and reached over to shake it awake.

Seek paused for a moment, before closing its eye and politely raising its hand to stop Ambush.

“..Pardon..”

“Yea?”

“Do you think..you could perhaps..like to spend the night with me and Figure?” It said calmly, trying not to sound too forceful or strange.

Ambush paused for a moment, thinking about it.

“Alright.” —

*SLAMS HEAD ON DOOR REPEATEDLY*

[kristiliqua]

(responding to shit in the tags . idk how to tumblr pls bear with me)

Barely

i spent hours on this shit . bloodshot fucking eyes (on empty sheets ; its all downhill , twenty thirteen) staring at this small ass screen in the dark and painstakingly doing the little pixel art type shit with the uh ,,, halftone kinda things . all while my left joystick was drifting Ever So Slightly , making the cursor (?) move . going back over and over again with the dumb background bc how tf do i do this (i had no plan other than dark to light ombre from top to bottom . i was doing it on the fly and did so many edits) . unable to save for later (bc i needed sleep) bc i aint leaving it unfinished for the whole plaza to see . fuck that

i shouldve just waited . i had the idea at like 2 am after a late nap (the first mistake) and couldnt sleep so i decided to do it right then (the second mistake) .

,, but it was fine bc i didnt feel tired when i woke up like 2 hours later lol , and i’d have to do it at like 2 pm once i got back and i wouldve prob forgotten by then so . things worked out ig question mark ? :)

oh and i dont use a stylus ever for splat drawings (too lazy dawg . also it doesnt work well idk) . i use my pointer finger — the index , if you will — and for the intricate pixel art shit i just use the arrow buttons (it might be obvious but im saying that bc i figured out u could do that way too late in splat 2 . suffering)

sounds like the start of a bad joke fr

[nctsplug02]

yes hi hello can we all imagine jen hearing in on mrs jeong domming mr jeong

[12:57am]

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: sexual talking, dry jumping, sexual touching, drunk mrs jeong, jen being nosy again, riding, unfinished sex, teasing, nipple play

jen had asked to stay for the night since it was already late out which jaehyun agreed to. he took you upstairs and laid you on the bed after you passed out in the car from having a bit too much to drink.

“alright, goodnight jen.” jaehyun says after taking jen to one of the guest room. “goodnight mr jeong, sweet dreams.” she mumbles when the door shuts.

jaehyun turns the mini corner but pauses when seeing the empty bed. “honey?” he walks in and closes the door shut. “honey—?” the lights shut off and the leds turn dark purple.

“hey sexy.” he turns his head at the slurry voice. he sees you leant against the bathroom door frame with a silk maroon red robe on. “babe?” jaehyun tilts his head. “mhm.” you hum slowly, pushing yourself off the frame and stumbling towards the bed.

he watches in full focus as you crawl onto the bed and spread yourself out. knees slightly in the air as you stretch in a sexy, seductive way.

jaehyun feels himself harden. his pants becoming tight. the air becoming so hot.

“come join me, baby.” jaehyun undoes his belt and jeans, kicking them off and to the side. he then climbs into bed and on top of you.

you hook your ankles around his waist then you flip him over. he was now under you, his harden cock sitting below your heated pussy.

you lean down, pressing your breasts against his chest. “uh-uh, im top tonight.” jaehyun holds his breath as you lick a long stripe from his jaw to his cheekbone. his cock getting harder and harder just from the small action.

“you taste so good.” you moan into the kiss, pushing yourself away from his lips and pulling at his bottom lip.

you sit up, undoing the robe and slowly pulling it off, dropping it off the bed. jaehyun shudders at the lingerie you had on. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun groans and inhales painfully.

you squeak when he spanks your ass roughly. fuck, he couldn’t hold back.

jen, in the next room was wide awake, tuning in to the commotion that happened in the next room. the walls were thick yet thin.

“stop, im the dom tonight. not you.” you pinned his arms above his head. “don’t try me tonight unless you wanna be punished.” your chin jutting up. “no ma’am.”

“such a pretty boy you are.” you rock your hips, swiftly moving them back and forth to create more friction. “such.. a pretty boy.” you moan, rolling your neck in a circular motion.

you sit up, reaching behind you and freeing jaehyun from his briefs. “wanna ride this pretty dick.” you pushed your panties aside and lowered yourself on his dick that slipped in perfectly.

jaehyun brings his hands to your hips as you begin to ride him slowly. his cock bottoming you out as you roll your hips.

“ah, yes. fuck, baby. make me feel good— fuck.” you moan with gasps in between. “feel so.. full.” you hiss, pressing your palm against his abs as you plop your hips up and down.

“jae,” you moan, running your hands up to your breast and undoing your bra. “oh, jae.” you gasp, voice shaking as if you were going to cry. “mmm~” you bite down on your bottom lip while pinching your perky hardened nipples.

“oh, my god.” you gasp, legs shaking as your orgasm hits. you fall forward, breasts connecting to jaehyuns sweaty chest.

“did she cum?” jen wonders. “i could last longer.” she scoffs to herself. “poor mr jeong, who’ll finish him off?” jen frowns.

“cant.. tired.” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut as your slumber begins to take over.

jaehyun shakes you gently and sighs, softly laughing and pulling you off him. he tucks himself away and tucks you in bed.

“goodnight, my love.” he kisses your forehead and then rushes to the bathroom to finish himself off.

[134340am]

YUNA CONGRATS ON 100 (´ε｀ )♡ u deserve it all baby love…super excited to see what you come up with for this event!!! if you take this request im gonna ask for 15. struggling to get ready for bed together while tipsy with either jean or dabi (big surprise there) you can choose! <3

dabi x gn!reader, non-canonverse, 0.9k part of my 100 frens celebration! / read the jean ver. here! big thanks to @ihatebnha​ for helping me read over some of this :-)

15. struggling to get ready for bed together while tipsy | moodboard

“C’mon, at least put on some moisturiser. Or you’re gonna complain about the dry patch between your eyebrows in the morning–”

“I don’t have a dry patch between my eyebrows!”

“Oh yeah? What’s this then?” Touya jabs an accusatory finger at the aforementioned spot, literally rubbing it in for good measure. A mischievous half-smile blooms across his face at the way you scowl back at him angrily, pushing his wrist away from you.

“You’re terrible,” you mutter under your breath.

“I am.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do.”

“Go away!” you whine, but swipe at the little orange tube of cream sitting on your sink anyway (twice – because your vision blurred and you missed the first time). While unscrewing the cap clumsily, you don’t fail to see the way your boyfriend sniggers at you from behind his hand.

It’s been a long night. What started out as a bit of light drinking during dinner soon turned into a drinking competition while you and Touya marathoned a trashy dating game show that was strangely addictive to watch.

The conversation that happened between the both of you before starting the show didn’t even make sense, and the two of you were still blisteringly sober at that point in time – which says a lot about how bored you two were on this Saturday night.

“This show is the epitome of trashy reality TV, so we gotta drink while watching it,” Touya had explained while ferrying the unfinished wine bottle over to the couch after dinner. 

“Why are we watching it if it’s bad?” you frowned.

“We’re watching it because it’s bad. Now get over here.” 

So here you are, eight episodes and a lot of wine later, struggling with your skincare routine that was a lot longer than Touya’s (whose routine consists of washing his face and pretty much nothing else), while he flitters around you unhelpfully.

You dab the translucent gel onto your face, nearly getting some in your eye while aiming for your left cheek. Meanwhile, your boyfriend has manoeuvred himself behind you to wrap you in a tired hug. He’s swaying unstably on his feet – the aftereffects of alcohol and staying up late hitting him hard now – but his grip is tight, almost koala-like, and you delight in his quiet affection that he otherwise doesn’t show freely.

Turns out, putting on moisturiser took much more effort than you expected, having used up the last of your strength in squeezing whatever you could from the tube (looks like a visit to the drugstore was long overdue), and having Touya put his entire body weight on you really didn’t help your tired arms. You huff, arms dropping to your sides as if they were filled with lead, and seriously contemplated just going to bed like this, with moisturiser streaked across your skin carelessly. Behind you, Touya perks up ever so slightly.

“Tired?” he mumbles into your neck, lips tickling the sensitive skin there.

“Yeah.”

“C’mere.”

He spins you around ungracefully. If not for his hands pinning your hips to the cold marble counter, you would’ve lost your balance by now. But you didn’t, and Touya reaches for the tube once more, piping the tiniest bead of cream onto his fingertip and massaging it into the skin between your eyebrows. Then he traces his finger down to your nose, the gesture inciting a wave of sleepiness that crashes over you smoothly. 

He’s a little rough, pressing hard on your nose bridge while his free hand cups your chin to keep you still. But you know it’s not on purpose. Touya just doesn’t know his strength. The way he pats the product into your skin – slow and clumsy, but focused and tenderhearted – is just like how he shows his affection towards you, and that realisation makes you smile.

Even with your eyes half-closed, teetering on the precipice of sleep now, you don’t miss the way he mirrors your smile fondly. And you think there’s no other place you’d rather be than here: dozing off against your bathroom sink while your equally tired and equally drunk boyfriend rubs lemon-scented moisturiser onto your cheeks.

He pats your face after he’s done and the gesture wakes you up. Heavy with exhaustion from the long night you’ve had so far, your eyelids flutter open fully to zero in on Touya’s bright blue eyes – rimmed with fatigue like yours, but dripping with utter adoration that makes your heart quiver.

“Look at 'chu,” he whispers, thumbs sweeping over your cheekbones delicately. “So pretty when you’re not behaving like a little gremlin.”  You catch the sight of a faint blush dusting his nose bridge before he breaks the moment to squish your cheeks together unceremoniously. “Alright. Bedtime.”

“Thanks, Touya,” you mumble, far too gone to fight back on his backhanded compliment, and let him lead you out of the bathroom.

The pair of you collapse into bed. The past eight hours of fun – sharing wine from the bottle and cuddling up to Touya, making fun of D-list influencers, bantering in the bathroom – all quietened down to this tender moment that sits between song and sleep. 

You curl yourself into him, relishing in the warmth of his chest and the steady hum of his heartbeat. “Thanks for taking care of me, Touya.”

Silence. He must have fallen asleep. So you shut your eyes and follow suit.

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.

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“Anything for my little gremlin.”

a/n: thank you for requesting my love <3 i wanted to go with jean at first but!!! i wanted to challenge myself a little so... here we are :’-) 

(masterlist) (series masterlist)

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Wanted to request a story. George was craving something sweet so he started to make brownies. Getting distracted by something he left the bowl on the counter. They Borrowers Dream and Sapnap decide to get a taste of the mix, well they fall in. George coming back finds two tinies in his brownie mix looking at him sheepishly. Wanted safe noms, fluff, little fear factor, tired Giant

It took a while to answer but it's finally here :D

It's a bit short though, sorry ''':) (And now that im looking at the ask again, I don't completely know if I've really added much fluff; a bit has at the end though)

Tw: Safe/soft vore, accidental fearplay, fear of dying, death mention (none happens)

George shifted in his sleep, his mind quite tired but at the same time he was quite hungry for something to eat. His subconscious was telling him to get up and go get something to eat so finally after some effort to get out of bed, he headed to the kitchen.

He looked around the kitchen cabinets for something sweet to eat, but apparently there was nothing, so he decided to bake some brownies. He began to mix various ingredients but halfway through the preparation, he noticed that something was missing from the dough, so he turned his attention to the cabinets again and began to search.

Finally, after searching for several minutes, he turned to refocus his attention on the bowl of batter, only to be met with two small stares above the batter. Dream and Sapnap, the borrowers he met a year ago, seemed to have taken advantage of his distraction to sneak into the bowl and eat/taste some of the unfinished batter.

The dark-haired man tried to brush some of the batter off himself with one hand, only causing it to spread more. “Heeey…George... Apparently Dream and I have 'accidentally' fallen into the bowl with the batter.” he said smiling shyly. “Uhhh…Would you mind helping us out?” Dream continued, brushing his hair back from his face. The human just looked at them with tired eyes before reaching for Sapnap and lifting him up with two fingers.

"Thank you George, now could you put me down please?" he said a bit nervously, not liking being too far off the 'ground'. However George brought him close to his mouth and gave him a lick, humming at the mixture of chocolate flavors and the taste of Sapnap. “What the fuck?! George! That's gross!" George stared at his little friend in silence for a few seconds before opening his mouth, shoving him headfirst into it, and closing it.

Sapnap froze for a moment. There was no way his friend would have put him in his mouth… right? "G-George?" Suddenly the tongue under him began to taste the chocolate that was on top, filling his entire mouth with saliva in a few seconds. Once he was done, he held Sapnap against his palate and swallowed the saliva. He finally released the little boy but before he had a chance to speak, he shoved him to the back of his mouth, sending him down his throat with a simple swallow.

Sapnap grimaced as his body was slightly crushed by the muscles of his throat, being sent lower and lower to his supposed end. In a short time, it finally entered the stomach. He snuggled against the nearest wall as he listened to George swallow again, hinting that he was also eating Dream. It didn't take long for him to reach the stomach and hug Sapnap in a panic.

“S-Sapnap… G-George…, has he really eaten us!? Are we going to die, Sapnap!? I don't want to die!" Dream began, being interrupted when Sapnap hugged him, shushing him gently while stroking his head with his hand. “George!? Let us out! Please!" Sapnap fell silent as George began to caress them gently from the outside.

“Look Sapnap, I'm too tired to give full information right now, but rest assured, I can control my stomach acids so you guys are safe. I'll let you out in the morning, I promise, but for now rest, I'm going to finish making the brownies to have them done for tomorrow and to eat them all together, is that okay with you?"

Sapnap thought for a moment before replying. “Okay, but a warning that this was safe before, would have been better. And don't worry about Dream, he just passed out from the shock, I'll explain it to him when he wakes up." He finished, hugging his friend closer to him as he settled down to sleep. Finally he closed his eyes, falling completely asleep.

[scientistredacted]

frozenfischer​:

Gaster’s admission had Alex frowning, and her hand crossed the remaining space to gently rest on his shoulder, trying to impart at least some sense of comfort and grounding, or so she hoped.

“… Sometimes…” She began, struggling to find the proper words for what she wanted to say. “Sometimes… change can be hard to accept. Particularly if you feel you’ve been… left behind, in a sense.”

Shaking her head, Alex looked back up to Gaster, offering him a wan smile. “But then again… there’s a lot in your life that you never really got closure on, right? And sometimes, turning the page on an unfinished chapter in your life can feel more bittersweet than fulfilling. But that makes it no less important.”

“After all, you can’t move on to a new chapter if the old one remains unfinished, right?” She gently pointed out. “And you still have your whole life ahead of you. Better to greet the future, than cling to the past. And who knows. Maybe you’ll find some closure in just the act of letting go.”

Taking a deep breath, Alex stepped forward, giving Gaster a tentative hug. “Come on. Let’s head back inside. After that kind of a trip I’m sure you’re exhausted. You couldn’t have gotten much sleep, and somehow I doubt you packed anything to eat when you went on your little journey.”

Alex gave Gaster a crooked smile, releasing him so she didn’t make him feel uncomfortable, even if she would have rather held on at least a little longer, to assure herself that he was here and in one piece.

Her touch is instantly grounding, and Gaster exhales slightly in relief. She’s here, and he’s here. He’s not just watching this through the haze of void, not interacting without actually being here.

This is real.

He wants very much to hold that hand, but he resists that urge, and fidgets with the end of his scarf to keep his hands busy.

Left behind. He didn’t even have to actually say it. She just… knew. She has a remarkable way of figuring out how he feels before he could even begin to articulate it.

❝THE LACK OF CLOSURE IN MY LIFE,❞ he mutters bitterly, ❝DIDN’T EXACTLY START WITH THE VOID. THERE’S SO MUCH I’LL NEVER REALLY KNOW ABOUT FROM THE WAR…❞

Then again, did he ever move on past the war? While he managed to recontextualize Alex’s status as a mage to his feelings (he DID know kind mages in the past too; Asgore’s friend and…), and has managed to keep anxiety at work over being surrounded by so many humans to a minimum … has he ever left that tense, frightened mindset it instilled in him? Did he ever stop grieving what was?

❝I DON’T THINK IM VERY GOOD AT LETTING GO.❞

The hug is a surprise, but one that he returns gratefully and immediately. He tries not to show his disappointment as she quickly pulls back, remarking on how tired he must be.

❝I DON’T KNOW THAT I SLEPT MORE THAN AN HOUR BEFORE…❞ he trails off, ❝I’M NOT REALLY FEELING IT YET THOUGH…GONE MUCH LONGER WITHOUT ANY…❞

He’s not even trying to make excuses this time. He’s still reorienting himself with feeling like this is real, and he’s all too used to being sleep deprived. So whilst he objectively knows he’s in dire need of some rest, it’s not registering for the way he feels.

More than rest, more than something to eat, Gaster just wants to hold onto Alex and not let her go until every trace of the way the void makes him feel is gone.

He follows her inside, nervously fiddling with his scarf again.

❝I GUESS I SHOULD HAVE JUST WOKEN YOU UP AFTER ALL,❞ he says attempting some levity, but a slight tremble to his voice gives his remaining… whatever this feeling is away, ❝IT WAS A VOID NIGHTMARE; I HADN’T WANTED TO DISTURB YOU, SO I WENT ON A WALK INSTEAD…❞

[strawberry-jammers]

child reader (Pt.4)

tommy x child!reader || whys he here??

someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5

masterlist

this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon

This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.

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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno. 

(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.

On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.

“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room. 

They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!’ and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.” 

(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.

“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”

Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.

On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed. 

The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.

“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action. 

“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.

They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.

Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”

Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.

Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly. 

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Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.

He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!" 

Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more. 

"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time. 

Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?" 

Ah shit he's onto us

Kill him

Haha he looks funny

Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try." 

Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid. 

"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?” 

“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.

“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid. 

Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”

Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food. 

When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy. 

“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.

The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.

The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house. 

Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.

Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.

[you-did-well-moon]

Day6 Reaction to s/o learning their instrument while they're away

Type: Fluff, angst in Dowoon dont know what happened wasnt me

Word Count: 2.865

A/n: I took some creative freedom with why they were away but that is it. Keep in mind, I have no experience with instrument except for when I played the piano in 5th grade for like two weeks. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! - Moon

TW: small cuts, fight, second hand embarrassment

Sungjin

Sungjin was absolutely and devastatingly exhausted. His own guitar case felt like it was weighing him down tremendously, and he had a huge headache. Jae and Wonpil arguing in the back of the car was not helping in any way. It has been going on since they left the airport. He rubbed at his temples tiredly pressing his head against the cool window from his place in the passenger seat next to their manager. 

Still, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he thought about seeing you, probably curled up in the couch cheeks puffed from the snack you were inhaling. The pounding in his head lightened at the cute sight he would soon get to enjoy as he played with the loose threads of his old button up shirt. 

True to Sungjin’s imagination, your form was sitting on the couch. Not true to his imagination, you were actually bent over something in your lap, lightly humming and bopping your head to the rhythm being produced by your still clumsy fingers. The guitar in your lap had gotten lighter as the days went by without your boyfriend, and in replacement of his touch, leaving your fingertips warm and tingling, it was small cuts you hadn’t bothered to bandage as it disrupted you when playing.

 You missed Sungjin an abnormal amount. The cold spot in the bed or him making weird faces at you through the mirror in the mirror when brushing your teeth. You missed all of it. With a slight tremble in your chest you started playing the chorus to “You Were beautiful”.

You were so focused on trying to get it right you didn’t notice the door closing only to startle when you slightly looked up through your lidded eyes seeing the shadow looming over the coffee table. With a small yelp of surprise you jumped immediately looking up only to find your boyfriend staring at you with wide eyes. 

His surprised expression made you shrink into yourself. You threw your head into your hands in pure embarrassment letting the guitar gently slide off your lap, hitting the floor with a soft thump. “Can you just pretend you didn’t see that I can’t believe I even tried learning all that by myself I” you cut yourself off with an un-pleased sigh shaking your head and looking at him with pleading eyes. 

Your boyfriend continued in his frozen state for about five seconds before breaking out in the biggest smile rushing around the coffee table in which you panicked trying to get away from him with a squeal, but being too slow im the excitement that was usually in a much dormant state in Sungjin. The wrinkles near the corner of his eyes deepened adoringly, and his chest shook with soft laughter while he held you close. 

There was a fond twinkle in his eye as Sungjin forgot any tiredness that clung to his bones and kissed the tips of your fingertips while maintaining eye contact. He kept your hands encased in his when scolding you for having such low faith in yourself and softly encouraging you. He would probably put little stitch band-aids on your fingertips and continue teaching you, sitting you on his lap and scolding you when you lose focus with a sharp poke at your ribs smiling when you giggled. This man just fell impossibly more in love with you.

“You shouldn’t say those things, look at you love, learning all alone and doing so well. I'm so proud. Would you rather have the elmo band-aids or the stitch band-aids… I don’t know about you but Elmo kinda creeps me out. Just five more minutes little love then you can go mug Young k with Dowoon. Don’t look at me like that! You finally have a teacher and you take him for granted. The audacity-”

Jae

Jae was a thin hair away from just ripping his hair out. He didn’t believe the kpop industry would take very kindly to him going bald, but he had come to a point where he didn’t really care about what people thought anymore. But thinking about you not being able to play with his hair anymore while he drifted off to sleep with his head on your chest severely upset him.

 Jae had gotten stuck in another limbo, stuck in the studio and in his own head desperately trying to finish any of the unfinished songs left in his computer files. He missed you so much, he eventually called it quits, deciding to go home to you, who he hadn’t seen in days.

Just the thought about seeing you energized his previously exhausted self. He never could get sick of you. Every day, every week was a new adventure, a new chapter, all with his favorite person in the world. The night sky, although beautiful, seemed to mock him, reminding him of how late it was, meaning you were most probably asleep. 

Opening the door to his apartment, he heard soft music. He briefly recognized “I Need Somebody”, and thought you were playing it from your phone. All his thoughts came to a halting stop when he saw you perched on the bed, in his shirt, playing the melody of the previously mentioned song.

You had hair falling into your eyes with your eyebrows slightly scrunched trying not to mess up and heavily focused. Jae had loudly yelled in surprise, causing you to flinch and look up shocked at the sudden surprise. When you saw it was just him, you had comically thrown your hands in the air yelling at him about how it was supposed to be a surprise. 

The irritated look on your face vanished as you went up to give him a light hug with a kiss, softly smiling at him. Meanwhile Jae, was completely out of it, lovestruck eyes while he instinctively returned your affection.

“Come Jae, you look like you haven’t slept in ages, your eyes are so sunken babe”, you had softly whispered to him, rubbing the soft skin under his eyes, the way you were always soft with him when he came back from the studio. You slept in the same bed for the first time in what had been days, Jae tightly clutching on to you.

 He may have not been completely there at the moment, but in the morning when he had time to process everything, he was a changed man. He wouldn’t stop laughing and giggling excitedly, eagerly wanting to hear everything you had learnt. He even poked fun at you when you made a mistake. But it was all lovingly as he also praised you non stop while looking at you with his messy hair and big smile next to you on the couch. He had so much inspiration now. To finish what had been left behind.

“Pop off queen who gave you this much talent, you couldn’t even tell me what bass was last time we talked, which was like a week ago. Might just make you play when I don’t feel like playing. Give you a wig and people won’t know the difference! Why are you booing me, I'm right?”

Young K

Young K’s foot tapping on the floor of the car was the only sound that filled the car aside from the soft sound of the car’s engine and tires. He was absolutely spent, having to have stayed in a different city for a show he was invited to that was filmed far away from his home. 

Far away from you. Young K could tell his manager was starting to get irritated, but Young K was already massively annoyed and too far in his own world to really care. He missed the pine scent of his sheets, and he missed you.

It was not a good combination. When he got to his place he quietly thanked the manager,  getting his bag before trying to ignore every urge telling him to run into the building and fall into his soft bed with you in his arms. When he opened the door, your keys were there, so he knew you were in the building. That thought filled him with more relief than it should have. 

He did have to admit, hearing “I smile” this early in the day was odd as you usually saved the more mellow songs for later in the night. Young K told himself he had many euphoric moments in his life, but seeing you staring at a sheet of paper with so much determination and a bass guitar in your arms came pretty close to the top.

The absolute warmth that exploded in his chest was a feeling he would not forget in a long time. He could feel his lips slightly curl up in fondness as your hands shook while your eyes wavered unsurely between your hands on the strings and the video on your laptop sitting further on the edge of the bed. Your face scrunched up before you sighed and stared dejectedly at the instrument on your lap. 

“Why so sad love?" His voice made you instantly sit up, pushing the instrument gently off your lap. You crawled to the edge of the bed where Young K had already gotten closer where he met you tenderly running his hand through your hair, and he curved his hand around the back of your head bringing your forehead to his abdomen.

He brushed his thumb over where your hairline met the sensitive skin of the back of your neck immensely enjoying being back at your side. Your hands were clutching the back of his shirt, and your simple touch brought a warm feeling to his chest. You both leaned back as Young K’s chest started to rumble with laughter “You should have waited for me, it would have been easier if I could teach you”, he softly said, pushing your hair back from your face causing you to lightly laugh.

 “I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t get that far anyways. Can’t become a prodigy in one day I guess”. Young K smiled again, promising to himself to help you as much as he could as he put his hand fondly on top of your head.

“You’re doing so good, just move your finger up a little, you’re plucking the c chord instead of the e chord during the chorus, don’t look at me like that i’m trying to help?! I wouldn’t put you on my level, but I think you’re doing really well. I’m hungry now, what do you want? No- What do you want? I am okay with anything just tell me-”

Wonpil

Wonpil was trying his hardest not to think about you. From the way you got excited when you got to see the moon in the cloudy sky to the way you smiled when you saw the neighbor’s cat while getting the mail. 

He was happy to be on a trip with her sister, he hadn’t had much time to be with her in recent, well forever really. While you had been invited, you hadn’t been able to attend due to work. Wonpil did his best to keep his mind off you and enjoy the trip, he just hadn’t spent this long without you in a while. 

Even so, he still had a fun time with his sister and her boyfriend creating many memories. He didn’t regret it, but he was extremely happy to come back to you. Opening the door to your apartment, he dropped his suitcase by the door, an excited smile tugging at his lips as he traveled through the apartment with his arms spread knowing you would embrace him as soon as you saw him. He felt so giddy, he didn’t even notice the broken keyboard sounds ringing throughout the living space.

His smile fell in a comical way, his face morphing into one of confusion instead. He recognized a broken rendition of “Mary had a little Lamb”, and tilted his head as he opened the door to your room seeing you with really big headphones on your head staring down at the keyboard with the most offended look on your face.

 How dare this keyboard not give you its secrets! Wonpil couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his chest, not mocking you, but he just thought you were so cute. He lightly touched your shoulder causing you to jump, and the slight movement of your head caused the headphones to slide off your head. It didn’t matter much. You instantly dove into his arms, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He felt warmth flood his chest as his hand encased the back of your head while he pressed his lips to the top, closing his eyes in bliss enjoying having you in his arms again. He leaned back from the brace as his eyes flashed with amusement and yours with slight embarrassment. He lightly laughed, eyes crinkling. He cradled your face in his hands, a teasing lilt to his voice, “What were you trying to do, hmm?” He could feel your face grow hot under his finger tips.

 “I was just trying to surprise you. I felt bad for not being able to go with you”. He shook his head, hands playfully pinching your cheeks as you whined. “You shouldn’t act that way, I understood from the beginning. It must have been hard for you. Here, come, your lovely boyfriend will make this easier for you”.

“Y/n the keys will not bite prEsS dOWn, no, no keyboards do not have to be oiled, this is a musical instrument not a mechanical vehicle. You are so cute. What am I gonna do with you? No, you can not play the keyboard with your forehead, DO NOT put your foot on the keys. I don’t care if it’s for the vine. 

Dowoon

Dowoon was beating himself up. Looking back at what happened a few hours ago made his chest tight. He couldn’t help but wince at the words both of you had thrown at each other. You had been with each other for so long, and when his lovely mother asked him when he would propose, although with good intentions, it put pressure on him.

 He was still young. He had mentioned it to you in a joking manner, but there was a misunderstanding and you thought he was blowing it off as he didn’t see a future with you. 

Somehow feelings were hurt, and the fight escalated. And Dowoon decided he was a coward because it was when you had started stuttering through your words and avoiding eye contact, he knew. He knew he had pushed you across a line that might not be able to be crossed again. 

He panicked. He was really good at doing that wasn’t he? He left. He took a bus and went to the nearest hotel he could find. There he was sitting on the edge of the too perfectly made bed with his head in his hands.

Had he just ruined his precious relationship because he was scared of what the future could or could not hold? Why did he have to run away? Why couldn’t he just stay? Most importantly, how badly had he hurt you?

 With a sigh he stood up, and he got on the bus back to your apartment. Staring at the door, the fact you were just on the other side and hurting is what pushed him to open it with the key you had given him. Opening the door, he was met with silence and darkness. Have you already gone? He walked through the apartment, hope dwindling with every step. 

Then he heard a soft thump thump thump. His heart seemed to match with it, and as he walked to his studio which held his spare drum set, he thought of what he could say to make it better. Opening the door, he saw you softly hitting the drum with one stick, as if testing the waters and humming along to “When you Love Someone”. Dowoon couldn’t fight the sad smile that broke out on his face, and the absolute warmth that filled his chest. 

Why did he ever even doubt your future with him? There was no person more perfect for him than you. He stood next to you, softly taking your hand in his and guiding your hand to the right beat, although a bit broken. When your sad eyes looked up into his, forgiving in nature but still frustrated beyond belief, he knew he could still fix things. You were you, and Dowoon was Dowoon. You always somehow found your way back to each other.  

“No no, put your hands higher on the stick, no lower, now higher...a bit lower. No, Y/n drum sticks do not belong in my throat. What do you mean I have no room to talk, I thought we were over the fight. I would marry you in this life and the next! Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cute, I am handsome and overflowing with testosterone. Oooh are those gummies?

[kslo000]

Unfinished work

This is unfinished work. Im only posting it to see if anyone is interested in it. If you guys are, I will continue. Honestly I'm not expecting too much from this  You and steve decided to leave the game a little early because you were starting to get overwhelmed with the number of bodies surrounding you. You made sure to keep it in the back of your head to congratulate Lucas the next time you saw him. Although you knew he would just be on the bench the whole time, it was always your job to praise the young kids for any accomplishment they achieve. Lately, you’ve been feeling tired and anxious more than ever. And the reason for that might just have to be because this is your last year of high school and you have to decide what college you’re going to. You are confident that you are going to college. You need to.

“ Helloo earth to y/n” steve tried getting your attention, snapping his fingers in your face. All while keeping one hand on the wheel and glancing at you

You inhaled, and a shiver came out. “ What”, you turned to him with a questioning face.

“ First, fix the attitude, and I was asking if you’re gonna sleep over tonight and what would you like to eat,” he said in a not serious tone, but gives you a slight attitude.

He’s been telling you that first part a little bit too often these past days, and it’s been annoying to hear, but you do need to fix your attitude, It’s just been so hectic in your mind, trying to overcome your fear of the future with steve while attending college. You shouldn’t even be thinking and planning your and steve’s future by yourself. It isn’t fair to him and you know this deeply. But you have always been unclear on how to express your emotions and thoughts effectively. Steve is the number one victim of facing your snappiness and attitude.

“ Stop telling me I have a fucking attitude when I  don’t”

“Y/N, do you hear the tone you have with me, you do have an attitude, and this is not the first, so I know when you have an attitude, so fix your attitude.” raising his voice a little bit, he’s starting to get irritated to the point he forgot to slow down while approaching the stoplight.

Putting a  hard foot on the breaks, the car came to an abrupt stop. Thankfully there weren’t that many cars out on the road.  He instinctively put an arm out across your chest. A somewhat protection he got accustomed to doing whenever you’re in the passenger seat. You clutched your seatbelt, gasping slightly as your body jerked forward.

The vehicle that has the green made its way into the intersection, as you turned to look at steve, “ WHAT THE FUCK STEVE” you pushed his arm away from you.

He didn’t say anything back, just kept both hands on the wheel, patiently waiting for the light to turn green. It was too much tension circulating the car, you were both ready to head back home, and home home for you. It could go two ways tonight, The argument would be dropped and yall call it a night or it can continue and you leave. You honestly don’t care how it goes, well not at this moment.

The light turned green and steve sped off. Make sure not to overdo it and make complete nice breaks at the other two lights on the way to the house.  Finally reaching steve’s house, you debate climbing into your car that is parked in the driveway and leave but you realize the keys are upstairs in his room. Twisting your body to reach in the back for your bag, you pushed open the car door. Steve had already made progress towards the front door, unlocking it and walking through, and closing the door behind him.

You sit with your feet on the pavement and your head in your head. Breathing in and out, trying to find some control. You do hate being mean to steve because he doesn’t deserve it. He’s been the best boyfriend and support system to you over the past year. And here you are creating unnecessary drama, during a difficult time. The decision for college weighing you down is enough. You internally beat yourself for having this attitude with him and decide to go in and apologize to him.

Reaching over to his door to lock it for him, you groan as stand and step out of the car. Locking your own door and slam it shut. Shifting your bag onto your shoulder and clutching the strap tightly, you began making your way into the house.

Stepping into the entryway, you are met with quiet and darkness, nothing new when it comes to staying over here. His parents are mostly gone, neglecting their child, which made you dislike them. You’ve been there for him just as much as he is there for you. You understand the feeling of having an absent parent, and it is not a good feeling, it does disrupt your growth as a person. Having no guidance in the world that you did not ask to be in. It gets hard.

You throw your bag down and kick off your sneakers. Make your way upstairs, still on edge, and prepare a script in your head. You always get nervous when it comes to apologizing. You know steve would always listen to what you say and validate your apology. It just feels vulnerable to give an apology and that person gives you their entire attention. All eyes on you , nothing else. Approaching the room you continue focusing on your breathing. You knock as you push the door open and walk in. Heading towards the end of the bed, he’s in the bathroom undressed to his boxers, finishing up brushing his teeth. You watch his every movement. He spits the toothpaste out, rinsing his mouth with the running water. Hangs his toothbrush in its holder. Shut the light off and trudge to his side of the bed. He gets under the blanket, sitting up against the headboard. You turn your body so you can face and see all of him.

“ I... I want to apologize” you don’t wait for him to acknowledge or respond. “ I want to apologize for being a bitch to you these last couple of weeks. It is not fair to you and to this relationship.” You made sure to keep eye contact, that’s something you picked up from him. It was also to have eye contact with someone like him. And he was the one to teach you to do so when having a conversation with him.

You watch over his face to see any change or any sign of forgiveness. His face remains the same expression, tired.

Steve sighs and rubs a hand over his face, “I don’t want an apology, but I’ll accept it.”

“ what do you mean? What do you want?” you were confused now

“ I want you to tell me what’s been bothering you.” That triggered a scoff from you  

“There’s nothing bothering me steve.” lying through your teeth, you’re not in the mood for this.

There is, and you can talk to me”

You rolled your eyes and responded back, “If i don’t want talk , I  don’t have  to talk

“ That’s the problem, you never want to talk. Im not only your boyfriend, Im your friend. You need to talk about the things that have been bothering you to me. To me at least. I know you don’t confide in Robin, so it’s just me.” Steve is trying to be patient and he understands you can be stubborn about anything that deals with you. He wants you to see that you can rely on him for so much more.

You really don’t want to be doing this. Not now, you just want this to be done and go to sleep. Knowing steve has been wanting to talk to you for the longest but you just push his every try away.

“ Can please understand the fact I don’t want to speak about my issue.”

“ Okay fine. We wont speak about your issue. Can we talk about college?” your face made a twitch at the word college. Steve had a feeling it was about college because anytime robin would bring up college in a conversation , he notice you would fall back a little bit and not interact with the topic.

Pulling a straight face “ No.”

“ What do you mean No, y/n? How can we not speak about college? If you didn’t know graduation is around the corner.”

You turned away from him, blinking the tears away. Looking up towards the ceiling, praying you don’t start crying. Why are you getting emotional right now.

“ Steve no.” all anger dispute from your voice, just pain and shakiness carry through

“ baby…” he didn’t want to push you to the edge of a breakdown. He just wants to get to the bottom of this with you.

Shaking your head, you stand up. Head to his sock draw to find your outlet. Weed. Rummaging through it find any leftover, irritated when you find nothing there. You slam the drawer shut , and let out a breath , you really don’t want to drive right now, but you desperately need it. Tracking to the nightstand by your side of the bed that you made yours. You open the bottom drawer and pull out your lighter and car keys.

“ I’ll be back.” A pause as you stand back tall. “ maybe, don’t wait up”, not caring to look at him, you turn heading to the door as quick as you can

But Steve is quicker and  gets up and blocks your  way out the door, “Y/N please…”

“ Baby” he sounds sad and desperate. You look down.

“ Please Steve let me leave.” you finally look up to him, him already staring down at you.

You both stand there staring at each other, neither of you budging. He sighs shaking his head as he moved to the side. You hurry to pass him and skip down the stairs, stomping your feet in your shoes. You open the front door and lock it behind you

Running to your car and start it up. You look at the gas. Almost empty, but enough to take you to your destination.  

Make your way to the place to pick up some comfort. You decide to drive in silence, take your mind off of everything, and create some illusion that the events just now didn’t happen. Not a moment later, Steve’s face flashed in front of your eyes, making you pound your fist on the wheel. You hate this, and it’s all because of you. Why are you like this? All you have to do is confide in him, and once you vocalize your thoughts, you can hear how crazy you sound.

Slowly approaching, the trailer park, you remember that Eddie is probably still at the school holding his campaign. You checked the clock and see that the campaign and the game are both wrapping up. So you don’t have to wait for too long. You park the car in front of the trailer and look around. Then you realize Max never went to the game and decided to stop by in the meantime. Hopping out of your car, you feel a shiver run through your body. Taking a stop mid-walk, you spin around slowly, keeping your movement steady and soft. Being met by nothing you shake it off and run towards the girl’s trailer home. Creating subtle knocks on her door, knowing her mother would be passed out on the couch at this time of night. You just hate seeing your close friends with neglectful parents. Especially the young ones, that’s why you try your best to fill at least 10% of that emptiness. You’ll do anything for these kids.

The door slowly opens to reveal a confused max. You let out a giggle and reach out to straighten out her furrowed brow.

“  Hi Pretty” you whisper cheerfully.

As she recognizes you, her mouth turned up into a small smile. She pulls you inside the home quickly, closing the door shut softly. Checking back to see if her mom is still asleep, which she is. She turns to you, “ what are you doing here?”

You stumble to answer.

“ nevermind, don’t answer, I already know. Eddie,” she says with a deadpan face

“ Oh, you know me so well” taking her cheeks into your pinching fingers. She roughly smacks your hands away.

“ Does Steve know you are out this late?”

“ He is not my daddy. But yes he does. Do you have any snacks by chance, I promise to come back and replenish your snack cabinets.”

She shifted slightly and said yes. Making the short trip to her kitchen, grabbing a bag of off-brand chips, cookies, and a water bottle. She walked back to you and handed it over. As the snacks weigh in your hand, the familiar van rumbles as it rolls into the designated parking spot. “ He’s here, I’ll see you, I love you” you gave her a hug

“ Love you too, bye” she gave another small smile

You spin around and open the door and make a run to eddie’s trailer

“ HEY!” shouting to grab their atte​ntion. “ wait up”

[thedeathdeelers]

things that i like about juke, an incomplete list & a continuation of my previous incomplete list (episodes 3 & 4):

“they were loving you”

“they loved us, that was a great song luke, thanks””

the huge smile in reply yes it’s very important, it’s such a big smile

the way he doesn’t stop looking at julie even as she walks away - how he moves his entire body around to keep his eyes on julie as she walked away in a very platonic way. super platonic. friendy friends.

YOU NEED TO reaLISE HOW INSANELY TALENTED YOU ARE

*staring at julie from the top of a piano very intensely* “if somebody hurts you, i’m gonna get hurt too.” (yes u hurt her in a couple episodes and that hurts you a lot don’t do it again luke)

julie leading flynn over to meet luke first :) :):):) am i reading into things? most likely. let me live my juke life

luke (probably) wanting to impress julie’s bff by? barking??? at her??? ya nailed it, son

luke “hey! i’m our lead singer >:(“ patterson all smiles when being told they’re joining her band. k. casual. super casual

SPENT AN ENTIRE WEEKEND COOPED UP IN THE STUDIO WRITING SONGS!!!! WHERE ARE THE RECEIPTS NETFLIX

WHERE ARE THE RECEIPTS im so tired let me see these scenes

julie letting this boy help her finish writing a song that is probably one of the most important ones to her

can you imagine the scene?? julie sat there staring at this unfinished song and luke asking her what’s up and them having this soft moment AND NETFLIX!!!!! anyway

letting this boy join her in the process of song writing - a process that before this was a very special one she only shared with her mOTHER!!!!! how!! important!!! !!!! bruh

julie being all bashful when flynn says she has a crush 😌 our girl knows

her only defence being “luke’s a ghost” is so funny. who u kidding (hilarious to think how quickly that excuse is thrown out the window, good for her)

WITH A PERFECT SMILE

CUTE. AIR.

yes flynn they do have a connection i’m losing my mind over here

“Luke & I, Luke & I, LUKE & I”

julie giggling at luke’s lil “it’s not exactly the strip :(“

and then luke staring at julie with his mouth slightly hanging open after she giggled at him and then continued to water the plants in her element with the sun as a backdrop

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luke’s mind changing in a snap after julie makes One counter argument to his grumpy complaints because who is he to argue with The Julie Molina. thank u

Reggie’s “😏” face is killing me he’s like “ya mhm now you change your mind i woNdEr WhY LuKe”

OH WE’RE GETTING TO THAT PART

luke repeating julie’s words to alex when he complains about it being a dance. julie knowing exactly what luke is doing and smile at hiM

“ya get with the program alex” while her eyes are solely on luke. luke living for this moment THE SOFT SMILE

low key feel like julie momentarily forgets flynn is even there lmao just staring at her keyboard like “☺️” with a dash of “😍”

PLEASE luke’s reflex to look at julie first when carlos mentions soul burning

LUKE LITERALLY JUMPING TO SHOW JULIE HIS SONGS WHEN SHE SAYS “show me now”

HE JUMPS TO IT HES SO EXCITED BRUH

the “haha our children are so cute” look he throws her way - they have INSIDE JOKES. LOOK AT THEM

“i dog-eared thé ones i think you would slay” meaning he went through his songs with her in mind thinking about her voice while reading words he wrote and thinking “ya she’d sound amazing” casual :) yup :) it’s cool :) i’m fine :)

luke’s nervous tic of gripping into his guitar strap while julie flicks through his journal because her musical opinion (and opinion in general) is very important to him hello. plus i mean if one song is a piece of his soul, what’s his entire journal????? he’s just giving her more pieces of him to discover and he hopes she likes him 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

julie’s interest in who emily is 😌 she didn’t know he as a romantic 😌 she thought about it 😌 luke’s momentary “wait wh-”

cinematic masterpiece

julie straight up checking luke out as he sets up to play a song for her. THE LOOK SHE THROWS HIS WAY look at julie go, my girl

LUKE INTRODUCED YOU TO ROCK

LUKE INTRODUCED JULIE TO ROCK, PEOPLE. I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS LINE HOW DID THEY JUST BRUSH RIGHT PAST IT AAAAAAH

“this whole time i thought you were connected to my mom” babe. honey. sis. bro. they’re connected to you. luke’s connected to you

SOULMATES

luke being super mad about trevor but toning his voice down to softly ask julie where bobby lives

SOFT VOICE

“but you have new songs. with me 🥺”

luke stepping up closer to julie like “yes we know we’re sorry we love u” (and yet u stILL FUCK UP THANKS LUKE)

anyway

soulmates

i may have lost the plot a few times but the list still stands