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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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Hey can you do a ninjago cole x reader?

maybe where the reader is a priestess and the ninja need something from her to help the city or something I dont know

(feel free to ignore just got this of the top of my head, also havent requested something in a while)

|| ʜᴏʟʏ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ|| ᴄᴏʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋᴇꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

Hello love! I hope you enjoy this one, it's been a while since I wrote anything for Cole ahahah. Stay hydrated and safe everyone! More content is still on its way, I've just been very busy with graduation, work, and whatnot ^^ also @legogeek33 's reblog(?) (comment???) about the First Spinjitsu Master being the equivalent of God in Ninjago is so fucking valid :)

“Well, this is gonna hurt.”

Cole chuckles breathlessly, eyes fixed on the building that comes crashing down. Not even his superhuman strength could help him now. He can vaguely hear the cries of civilians a distance away, smiling to himself. Looks like Jay managed to get them out.

The sight of a huge concrete slab hurtling towards him after that is the last thing he sees.

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“Priestess! We need your help!”

You turn instantly at the sound of someone calling you, almost dropping the candelabra in your hands, when you see the bloodied and ragged ninja, the familiar bright colours of their gi soaked in splattered crimson. You immediately place it down, rushing over to the temple entrance.

“Treat him first. Please.” The green ninja pleads. He and the Lightning ninja are the only things preventing the unconscious Earth ninja between them from collapsing to the ground. You can barely make out his face, spotting a deep gash the length of your arm running down his side.

You purse your lips, nodding. “This way,” You instruct, gesturing for some of the other temple staff on night duty to come forward and assist them. You guide them to the main room, where a giant statue of the First Spinjitsu Master stands at the front, moving to help place the Earth ninja down onto a soft mat your disciples lay down for you.

You place his arm on your shoulder, standing up with a sharp exhale once half his weight is transferred to you. Both you and the Lightning ninja gently lay him down, your white robes now stained with blood.

“Forgive me,” You murmur, hands gently gripping the bottom of his hood and pulling it up, exposing his face. His breathing is short and stuttered, beads of sweat on his brow as a river of red continues to trickle down his skin.

Clasping your hands together, you start to perform your ritual of healing. You close your eyes, placing your hands directly on his wound. Blood coats the skin, and you feel your palms warm.

Even with your eyes closed, you can still see the faint soft rays that emit from your palms. The strong scent of iron fills the air, practically coating your tongue. You struggle to hold back the nausea that overwhelms you, focusing purely on saving this man’s life. Eventually, you hear his pained grunts fade and the familiar trickle of the blood slowing its flow.

His wound is the first thing you check. It’s no longer bleeding, a thin layer of raw pink skin forming over it. Dried blood cakes the surrounding skin, but other than that, he would be alright. The rest of the ninjas receiving treatment behind you are staring in awe, still in disbelief that they have managed to witness your holy powers for the first time in their lives.

You nod at another of your disciples who steps forward, gently picking up the Earth ninja and bringing him to the med bay in the church. You turn to face the rest, a small smile on your lips. “He will be alright now.”

They all breathe out sighs of relief, thanking you profusely. “It’s alright. Please, stay and rest. We will take care of you, so feel free to ask for any assistance. My friend here will guide you to your rooms, while I will oversee your friend's recovery personally.” After a quick bow to the grateful ninja, you take your leave, reassuring them of any worries they previously held.

The next few days are relatively peaceful, with the ninja having more or less fully recovered from their injuries. Well, all save for one. The Earth ninja remained unconscious, and you were in the med bay day and night, healing him to the best of your ability.

You’d even helped change and bandage him. Sure, it was a little embarrassing at first, with your innocent eyes never having seen a man shirtless. You’d gotten used to it over time, though, and aren’t as affected as before. Cole was his name, you heard, with the ninja becoming more comfortable around you and revealing their identities. It’s a nice name. You like the way it rolls off your tongue.

You rinse the clean cloth in the pail on the table beside you, wringing it dry and gently dabbing at the scrapes and bruises on his body. The shallow cuts gradually healed, with most of them barely leaving scars. The deep gash from the night before is also healing rather nicely, most of the dried blood having been wiped away.

You brush aside his hair, taking a moment to admire his face. He’s rather handsome, you suppose, with long lashes brushing against the skin under his eyes, his pale upper lip curved with a perfect cupid’s bow. His toned arms lay on each side of him, the defined muscle more apparent without his gi covering them.

You gingerly brush the soft cloth against his cheek, cleaning it as per your usual ritual and leaving the more private areas alone. You move onto his arms, turning to rinse the cloth once more.

“Who…are you…?” You’re startled by the sudden voice, turning to see Cole’s lips tugged downwards in a confused frown. You approach him with a warm smile, gently shushing him and continuing to clean his body.

“Everything’s okay; get some proper rest now. You’re in a safe place.” You promise him. He can barely muster the strength to speak, trying to sit up. You place your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down with a tut and sitting on his bed. He doesn’t protest, his eyes fixed on your face even as they slowly close.

He begins to snore. You stifle a giggle, finishing up your task before gathering the pail and cloth and leaving the room. You make your way to the kitchen, placing the pail down in its usual place, where someone would help to clean it.

The next few days are much more lively. Once the rest of the ninjas heard that their friend was alright, they visited the med bay every day. More often than not, you had to chase them out so that Cole could get enough rest. Okay, maybe you just wanted to spend time with him as well.

Over the weeks spent with him, the both of you had bonded over your mutual love of books, eagerly discussing trivial topics such as the thrilling adventures of Lillian McGonagall, a book series you both are fans of. However, as time passed and Cole recovered fully, you found yourself wishing more and more that he’d stay.

One night, however, you found yourself in his room, having subconsciously made an excuse to yourself to just check up on him one last time before he left with the rest of the ninjas. Strangely enough, your heart twisted at the thought of waking up to a temple devoid of his presence, already dreading the morning when you’d forget that he wasn’t here anymore.

You knock on the door, surprised when it opens on the second tap. Suddenly, you’re tugged into the room, the door closing behind you with a soft click. You find yourself with your back against it, looking up into warm obsidian eyes. “Hey,” You greet Cole breathlessly, your hands gripping the fabric of your white robe as your racing heart thrums happily in your chest.

“Hey,” He chuckles, his palm resting flat against the door beside your head. You can’t look away, eyes fixed on his playful yet kind gaze. “So, what’re you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I just thought I’d check on you.” Your lousy excuse is obvious, even to him. He raises a brow at your words, lips tugging up into a smirk. Oh. You swallow thickly. To have those lips on yours would be such a blessing.

“I couldn’t sleep either.” You’re suddenly made aware of his free hand gently combing through your long locks, the silky strands on his fingers as he lifts his hand up. His gaze doesn’t falter, even as he kisses your hair.

You feel your cheeks warm, your head flooding with unholy thoughts you can’t seem to will away, no matter how much you try. It’d be a lie to say that having his lips on yours isn’t all that’s on your mind right now.

You forget how to breathe, especially when he smiles down at you. He takes a step closer, than another, until your bodies are flush against each other. His hand cups your chin, his thumb brushing over your plump bottom lip. His eyes flit from your eyes to your lips, then back up again.

You can’t think.

“May I?”

Cole’s husky whisper is all the temptation you need, managing a shaky nod as your tongue darts out to lick your lips. All at once, his lips are on yours. You close your eyes, moving your lips against his and chasing the sweet and addictive taste of euphoria he provides.

You pull him closer, and his hand grips your right thigh, gently squeezing it. You oblige, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. The kiss grows more urgent. The promise of tomorrow’s departure spurs both of you forward to cross the line.

Except, the line isn’t crossed.

You pull back, panting heavily as dark pink coats your cheeks. His luscious red lips are all you can see, but you come to your senses through the haze. You can’t go any further than this. If you did, you’d fall for him harder than ever. You wouldn’t be able to handle his absence.

So you cup his cheek, pressing a gentle peck against it.

This seems to bring him back down to earth from his euphoric high, blinking a few times before he smiles softly at you. The both of you share another gentle yet chaste kiss, your hands tangling themselves in his shaggy, coal-black hair as the both of you continue to whisper tender words and affectionate promises to each other through the dizzying brush of his lips against yours.

The following day, he departs. But not before giving you one last kiss, hidden away in the med bay after you help him pack his belongings. Giving your goodbyes to the ninja, you watch them leave, eyes fixed on one in particular. A hushed promise of his is held close to your heart, one of him returning.

It’s been a year since they left, and you’ve busied yourself with the temple's upkeep and your duties as the Priestess of the temple. You’re occasionally given updates on the ninja, hearing about their adventures in the Kingdom of Shintaro. You hear about Cole and Vania, a shard of jealousy embedding itself in your heart.

After that, you explicitly ordered no one to mention his name around you. You didn’t want to know. So much for the promise he made to you. Were you nothing to him? Did that night become nothing more than mere memory to him?

Did he forget about you?

You weren’t sure whether you wanted answers.

One day, however, you returned from an outing to the village where you cured the sick and injured, as was your regular routine. The temple was in a commotion, with various staff rushing around as if they were preparing for the arrival of a royal.

“What’s going on?” You question one of them, stopping her as she rushes toward the kitchen.

“I-I think it’s best if you see it for yourself, priestess.” She stutters, glancing at the main room. You frown, letting her go and making your way there yourself. Who would be as bold as to intrude into your sanctuary?

You push the doors open, your rushed footsteps slowing to a stop when you register the familiar black gi. He turns, and it’s as if you’re seeing him for the first time again. The hair you’d so carelessly tangled your hands in, those stupid lips you’d so passionately kissed all those nights ago….

It can’t be.

You’re frozen in place as Cole strides over, the easygoing smile on his lips making your heart skip a beat even now. You can’t even muster the strength to push him away as he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, lifting up a few strands and kissing them before looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I told you I’d come back.”

#ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago cole x reader #cole x reader #ninjago cole x you #ninjago cole x y/n #x reader #music store au #cole brookestone #cole brookestone x reader #cole brookestone x you #cole brookestone x y/n #asks #requests #x reader requests

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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No Quirks AU Ⅱ BakuDeku

sfw one shots

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All are SFW … still check tags.

Art not mine - credit to KacchanKudo.

Note: If you read any of these works and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Cuddle Buddy by category6

Summary: Katsuki Bakugo wasn't expecting his friends to send him a 'Cuddle Buddy' for his birthday, but quite despite himself, he suprisingly liked the service when the man who knocked on his door was cute, freckly, and good at his job.

After he ended up calling this 'Deku' guy back for more cuddling services, he found himself hoping that at least some of Izuku's kind words and gestures were real.

He also hoped that the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about the cute freckled man wouldn't become a problem.

{Professional Cuddler au}

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow

Summary: Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

{Professional Cuddler au}

The New Assistant by dracofides

Summary: “My name is Izuku. I am a prototype created by CyberLife Japan. My main purpose is modeling, but I can also do any sort of assistance.”

“What the fuck?”

...

His mother brought home a new android, only the new android was unlike any android Katsuki has ever seen.

{Fashion au}

Case Closed by spicymacaron

Summary: The squad finally meets Bakugou’s mysterious long-distance boyfriend, Deku, but he’s not what they expect.

Empty by Mikacrispy

Summary: When bored billionaire Bakugou sees his old childhood friend down on his luck, living on a park bench, he can't help dragging him home and taking care of him.

He can't help falling in love either.

{unintentional sugar daddy au}

The Dive Bar by huliganships

Summary: Katsuki gets dragged out by his friends. He plans to indulge them for an hour before ditching them and going home again. His plans are being overthrown though when his eyes meet a pair of eyes that threaten to pull him under and into the green depths of the sea.

Are you into science? Because I LAB you! by huliganships

Summary: “Are you checking out the florist?” Kirishima whispered to him.“And what if I am?” Katsuki shot back, his eyes not leaving the figure of the green-haired man in front of them.

“Please don’t use one of your stupid pick-up lines on him. He knows what he’s doing and maybe I want to come back here sometime.”

“I will absolutely use one of those,” Katsuki answered. “I’m not willing to invest time in someone too stupid to get chemistry jokes.”

Trophy by Mikacrispy

Summary: After winning the State Championship with his football team, Izuku promises himself he'll tackle an even greater challenge - asking his crush out on a date.

It's way easier to throw balls on the field than it is to face Katsuki, the feisty top student in their school.

{High School AU}

Shoto, The Siamese Cat, Gives His Statement by GinaDeSpell

Summary: We observe the vicissitudes of Shoto, the Siamese cat, as he observes the growing love life of his owner Izuku Midoriya with Katsuki Bakugo, and how the feline makes them come to their senses when they are being stupid.

Love (Won't) Tear Us Apart by Golden_Writes

Summary: After stumbling upon "Nitro Records", a vintage record store, Izuku can't help himself from going back almost every day to see the explosive blond behind the counter and maybe buy a vinyl or two. The catch? Izuku doesn't actually own a record player!

{Music Store AU}

Watching You by Mikacrispy

Summary: Katsuki uses his position as Head of Security to watch Deku, the CEO's secretary, through the CCTV every day. He knows he's bordering on stalking, but it's worth putting up with the teasing of his friends just to see Deku's crazy antics when he thinks he's all alone.

— — —

Or: Good-hearted stalker Bakugou

Cheese Nachos and Pretty Boys by Chumpy

Summary: This whole day was very quickly crashing and burning, and Izuku realized he'd probably never recover. For one, the Triple Cheese Extreme Nachos he had for lunch were definitely negatively affecting his digestive system as they spoke, and two, he'd gotten the attractive Claire's employee's attention in the worst possible way.

Never again would Izuku Midoriya show his face in this Claire's, nor in the food court, nor to the outside world, probably; never again would Izuku Midoriya let himself feel confident.

— — —

(Or, Izuku goes to Claire's.)

{Mall AU}

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sracha · 1 month

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they went on a date 🤕

#rosebird #big brown eyes summer again. sorry i cannot work with those high beams looking at meeee #strqrock au #sorry i have neglected to mention a third of this au is their strange and beautiful situationship #while they work at Maria’s music store. its great they only break up three different times🫶#they went to that deftones sandwich shop. someone is still hungry i guess 🫣#summer like I’m sending you subliminal messages to come in so i can suck you in an interesting and peculiar way. is it working.#i hate writing dialogue. psychic blasts my keyboard. goodbye.

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comradekatara · 5 months

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Here's a completely random ask for you: what holiday (halloween, valentine's day, national ice cream day, etc.) would each member of the Gaang feel unreasonably strongly about? Can be positive or negative feelings.

oh this is a good question! (i hate so many american commercial holidays so this is a great avenue for me to project my frustrations with us capitalism onto these little guys. and to be clear im just doing us holidays bc otherwise there would simply be too many options and i’d be stuck here forever)

aang: he’s not enough of a hater to dislike any holidays. he’s a big fan of april fool’s day, valentine’s day, and halloween, because he appreciates fun and joy and love and merriment duh

katara: every thanksgiving she goes on an impassioned rant about the historical revisionism of the us empire deployed as a propaganda tool as it continues its genocidal imperialist project and the absolutely sick and twisted audacity of americans to celebrate a known lie in a mockery of the atrocities committed from the past into the present (this one may or may not just have been me, yesterday). every november-december she goes on an impassioned rant about the commercialism of christmas, and how it’s largely a fake holiday devised by capitalists to glorify the sanctity of the nuclear family, and how the supposed “secularization” of christmas is in fact a product of christian hegemony, it’s propaganda and you’re all falling for it because you crave hollow comforts in your cold and dismal life, and instead of attempting to look beyond the scraps you are given under capitalism you all just force yourselves to enjoy a facade of happiness and nostalgia because you refuse to admit that you’re fundamentally uncomfortable in your society!!!!!!!! (this is what i think but wisely refrain from saying because it’s not worth it. katara, however...) also she likes valentine’s day sometimes (depending on whether or not she has a boyfriend). she also has a lot to say on columbus day and the fourth of july of course, but this bullet point is already far too long.

sokka: his favorite holiday is pi day. he does not care for any other us holiday (but he has been known to enjoy a halloween here and there), but he specifically hates april fools because aang insists on pranking him every time, for some godforsaken reason. (he’s just so prankable!)

toph: her least favorite holiday is valentine’s day because it promotes m*rriage, one of her most hated institutions (it’s a long list). her favorite day is taco tuesday

zuko: he insists on celebrating shakespeare’s birth/deathday as if it is a real holiday that anyone actually cares about. and he gets offended when no one else cares. his least favorite holiday is the fourth of july, but not for any political reasons, it just has really bad vibes.

suki: she loves halloween because it has everything you could ever ask for in a single day: dressing in elaborate costume, eating so much candy, and getting really drunk. she’s also one of those people who gets really obnoxious on 4/20, at which point mai is like “you know it’s hitler’s birthday, right?” and immediately kills the vibe. just because she can :)

mai: she has a love/hate relationship with halloween, because theoretically it’s a celebration of the gothic, the liminal, the macabre, the ghostly. but in practice it’s just an excuse for everyone around her to get wasted. she hates christmas more though. santa freaks her out and cloying, forced cheer and merriment is unnerving and infuriating, actually.

ty lee: she dreads valentine’s day every year because she simply has too many suitors and it is very stressful. she likes april fool’s day because it gives her the opportunity to exercise her more devious inclinations. she can prank people so well they don’t even know they’re being pranked; on april first the world is her playground.

azula: she has no real opinion on any specific holidays. they’re petty distractions for mindless drones who require a modicum of frivolity here and there to spice up their otherwise dull, worthless lives. however, she quite likes tax day.

#bonus: yue’s favorite holiday is mid autumn festival <3 #lawful-chaos #asks #the gaang and #modern au #sorry for the katara rant in the middle of this post. it was thanksgiving yesterday. im hearing xmas music in stores. i couldn’t help myself #i should make a holiday tag #since a lot of these points are references to other similar posts ive made #okay:#holidays #if u go thru this tag you can find prev posts #instead of having to add bulky links to the post itself lmfao

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ml-nolan · 4 months

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AAAAAHHHH I almost forgot! Happy one-year fic-iversary my Dreamling rockstar AU, Music When You Speak!

Rating: E Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Word count: 72,075

Summary:

"I should have asked you earlier, but I don't suppose you'll still be in town tomorrow?" Hob says. "It'd be lovely to see you again." The man truly looks regretful as he says, "We won't." It was worth a shot. They hardly know each other. There's no reason for the sick film of disappointment settling over him. "Ah, well. I'm happy to have met you anyway," Hob says, subdued. "Are you doing anything right now?"

When incognito rock star Dream of the Endless drifts into Hob Gadling's record store, it's instant attraction. Neither of them expected things to get this serious.

#music when you speak #the sandman #kick's fics #dreamling #dream x hob #hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus the sandman #rockstar au #record store au

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walking-dead-girrl · 6 months

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au where heather replaces jd 😇

my handwriting is dogshit oopsies (that says boy not gay i wrote it really quickly)

#heathers off broadway #heathers #heathers musical #heathers 1989 #heathers au #chansaw #dude imagine if jd sang candy store #slkart #evil heather au

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coincasual · 9 months

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thinking…

#ever after high #eah duchess #eah lizzie #lizzie hearts #duchess swan #music store au!!!#lizzie trying to invite duchess to a secret party and duchess is being SILLY girl say YES and go to the party!!

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annoyingann · 3 months

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"Do I understand you correctly? you ordered free boiling water to make yourself Nescafe 3 in 1 and drink it before my eyes.."

"yep"

"I hope you choke on it"

#sketch #ann yells #silly doodles #zeke fletcher #lee wei ren #i love them #flowershop au #I get it #Ren works at a music store and Zeke is a baker #BUT THIS JOKE CAN'T GET OUT OF MY HEAD #Ren works at a hardware store #and Zeke is a barista...#darqx #hh au

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that-thing-on-your-shoe · 1 year

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Feel free to comment any other heathers doodles I should try! Keep in mind I’m shit at drawing living things (or dead things Cayla!)

#heathers aesthetic #heathers fanart #heathers musical #heathers movie #heathers the musical #heathers #incorrect heathers quotes #chansaw #heather duke #heather chandler #heather macnamara #veronica x heather #veronica sawyer #candy store au #welcome to

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pluvillion · 1 year

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record store - AU - in which a scotsman and a british meet in one small place with the same interest. -

note: while i write stuff for myself personally, i have no clue how to share them online. i don't have anything fancy to add here other than a preface.

this is the first fanfiction i've written from my early years as a teenager that i saved in my documents and never looked at it again. recently i've been wanting to reopen them, rewrite everything, and share it with the public.

i'm a bit nervous about my first entry. please let me know what you think!

johnny always noticed him. how could he not?

the bells at the front of the door always signalled his entrance when he walked in, and johnny’s eyes always automatically darted up from his book or his phone, smiling slightly whenever he saw him.

he didn’t know his name, but he knew him so well.

he knew how he always had a cup of coffee in his hand in the winter months, and the markings on the cup would be the same as the ones on his table.

he knew how he liked coming alone because despite the endless notifications that kept vibrating from his phone, the record shop was a special place for him and he never picked up any calls until he was out the door.

he knew his favourite albums, his fingers tracing the same worn copies in the back that he so loved.

he knew his favourite songs; johnny played them on the speakers whenever he came in and he’d always get that small twang of satisfaction and happiness when he’d see the customer look up and smile slightly, tapping his foot to the beat of his favourite song as he walked along the aisles.

johnny knew his wish to play the guitar from the way he stared longingly at the acoustic guitars hanging on the wall in the back, and how his eyes lingered on the beginner’s books for learning how to play the guitar, blushing furiously when his coworker asked him if he needed any help.

johnny knew all these things about him — small pieces of the guy who captured his attention with his bright eyes and pursed lips that he dreamed about — but he didn’t know his name.

he tried to work up the courage to talk to him on multiple occasions — practicing what he would say to him, how he’d sweep him off his feet with his knowledge of the newest album that came out from the band they both liked, even if johnny knew he was twice his size — but his words died on his tongue every time and the customer always left before he could steer himself to try again, the bells that he looked forward to when they signalled his entrance suddenly echoing his failures when he left.

“next time,” he’d always tell himself, but there’s that creeping fear at the back of his mind that one day he wouldn’t come back to the little record store he worked at every day… or worse, that one day the customer would stroll into the store with another person on his arms who got all his favourite bands wrong and scrunched up his nose in distaste when he played one of his favourite songs on the speakers.

johnny knew that he couldn’t just pine after him from behind the counter — at the very worst, he would turn johnny down or think of him as a loser and he’ll get over him.

and at best? well… johnny has had enough idle daydreams about that.

he’s afraid to come up to the customer, to give him more than a feeble “have a good day!” after johnny checks out the albums he places in front of the cash register, because he’s nothing but a boy with a minimum wage job and a tacky nametag — hardly attractive, and he’s sure his nervous stutters wouldn’t make things any better, especially how he’s a scotsman.

he’s certain he’ll make a fool of himself; that he’d probably end up scaring the customer off from the shop forever…

…but there’s something in his eyes and the way they glitter when he walks in that johnny cannot keep away from.

he’s even lovelier up close.

johnny is not sure how he managed to pluck up the courage to come up to the customer, but whatever courage he had was used up in the steps from the counter to him.

he admires the way the customer brushes his blonde hair and the way his fingers trace the records with such a delicate touch; how focused he is with the names of the bands and songs that johnny’s certain he’s read a thousand times before.

but then he notices johnny next to him, and he gives a little jump when he realizes someone’s there; a faint blush blossoming the scot’s cheeks.

johnny opens his mouth, but no words come out — he’s certain he looks like a creep with his wide eyes and unspeaking mouth, looking up at him. he can already feel the embarrassment and humiliation creeping into his veins, and it takes everything in him not to turn the other way and dash into the storage room until the customer left.

“hi… uh, i’m… uh…” he stutters. “i’m john.”

he juts out his hand mechanically, almost comedic as he extends his veiny arm towards him.

johnny’s already mentally berating himself for being such a doofus and giving the customer a hand to shake — who does that these days? — but it’s too late to pull it back and he’s left standing there, awkwardly holding out his hand to him like some kind of a dog.

the customer finds it charmingly adorable, a small smile emerging on his lips at the clearly-nervous boy in front of him.

he takes his hand and gives it a little shake, beaming as he introduces himself.

“simon,” he starts. “i’m simon.”

johnny’s too mesmerized by the way simon’s voice says his name — obviously british — and the smoothness of his big palm against his that he almost misses his name.

but when he shakes his head a little and backtracks a few seconds to remember, johnny thinks that simon’s beautiful name is a perfect fit for his lovely smile.

it’s the one he won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

there’s a moment of awkward silence before johnny finds his voice again, though it comes out a little higher due to his nervousness.

“so, um, you like bands, right?”

he’s already screaming internally at his stupidity the moment the words leave his lips.

“stupid, stupid, stupid john — OF COURSE he likes bands, he’s at your stupid music shop on a weekly basis you idiot!”

but simon smiles and tells him about how he was actually starting to get into this new band, STARSET, that he discovered a few days ago.

johnny’s eyes light up a little at the mention of the band — he’s been following them since dustin bates, the band’s lead, was still performing for Downplay, his previous band — and he’s thrilled that simon likes them too.

he’s spitting out albums, tour dates, and his experiences with a concert he went to not long ago at some big venue. he’s giving him song suggestions of his favourites sprinkled with some facts about the music he’s sure simon doesn’t care about.

johnny’s rambling again. he stops the moment he realizes he is; cutting his sentence short.

simon’s watching him with amused eyes; grinning at the shorter mohawked boy whose blue eyes seem to sparkle with enthusiasm and passion, hands waving into large, wild gestures to explain his point.

johnny’s abrupt stop catches simon by surprise — the flushing patches of red on his cheeks tell him why.

“no, go on. tell me more.”

simon’s words are soft and encouraging but johnny’s are a mutter when they leave his lips; refusing to meet the brit’s eyes in embarrassment.

“no, you don’t really want to know about all that,” johnny frowns. “i’m sorry, i just got a bit carried away and i-i ramble a bit– a lot. sorry.”

he’s playing around with his shoes and slumping over — making him even shorter in that form — and simon didn’t have to see his face to guess the blush that would undeniably be on his cheeks.

“i do. i promise,” simon reassures. “what album would you recommend?”

and johnny’s eyes slowly lift towards simon’s; a small smile on his lips as he begins to talk again.

slowly, johnny’s gestures become more animated and his words become more lively until the both of them are laughing and sharing vivid stories while the other listens with wide eyes and enthusiastic nods.

they barely realize how much time has passed until another co-worker call johnny to start closing up.

they were both rattled out of the little world of music and conversation that they build around them, and johnny’s eyes are tinted with sadness when they look at simon again after he tells his co-worker he’ll be right on it.

“the shop’s closing so… i guess you should be leaving.”

“yeah. it was nice talking to you, johnny.”

simon is turning around to leave when johnny calls out his name; stopping him in his tracks. he turns back to him and he’s frozen in his spot, taken aback by him once again.

“it’s becoming a habit,” he thinks.

he manages to spit them out.

“i… uh… i was wondering if… um… you wanted to… erm… er… wanted to learn how to play the guitar?”

his words are stuttering at first before they all tumble out of his lips like a waterfall - the last half of his sentence coming out of his mouth like scrabble pieces.

but simon catches all of his nervous words and he unravels them patiently with a smile.

“i’ve been meaning to learn for a while, actually.”

“do you… do you want me to teach you?”

his smile is hopeful. his chin scar moving up with his mouth.

“are you any good?”

“i mean, i guess i’m alright?” he was uncertain with his words. “i can play, well, a few of my favourite songs and uh, i wrote a few songs too. but they’re just simple stuff but i suppose you could say i’m rather decent at it, i mean–”

simon laughs a little at his nervous rant; finding it adorable how he scrunches up his nose and pinches his eyebrows when he begins to consider his skills seriously.

“hey, i’m just kidding. i’d love to learn from you. i’m sure you’re amazing.”

johnny whole figure lights up with the biggest smile at simon’s words; eyes glimmering with disbelief and excitement.

“really?”

“of course,” he gestures johnny to him. “come here. do you have a pen?”

“yep, hold on for a moment,” johnny runs back to the counter and grabs a black pen from his table.

he shuffles towards simon and simon hastily scrawls his phone number on johnny’s arm; running over the veins and muscles of his forearm and leaving little bumps in his neat number.

“call me sometime? we can work out a lesson plan and all that over coffee or something.”

johnny’s positively giddy at the thought of coffee with simon — his cup with the same markings as his — and the ink that marks his skin feels a lot like a promise.

“sure thing. it’s a date.”

the words slip out of johnny’s mouth before he can think it through and he blushes furiously at the realization of what he just implied.

but like always, simon grinned at him as he handed back the pen; laughing slightly at the red blush that stands prominent on his skin.

“a date it is then! i can’t wait.”

simon says a quick goodbye and he leaves before johnny can say another word - the familiar bells jingling as they signalled his absence yet again.

johnny is still standing, dazed at simon’s casual words and easy smile.

“a date.”

he’s not sure how he managed to get a date with his overenthusiastic ramblings, awkward sentences, and overall dorkiness, but perhaps that is what simon liked the most about him.

the smile lingers on johnny long after simon leaves; the thought of his eyes and the prospect of a “date” is enough to make him dance a little victory shuffle as he sweeps the floor to the beat of the song the two of them loved.

end.

#cod fanfic #fanfic #cod #au fanfiction #ghost x soap #johnny mactavish #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare #au #fiction #fanwork #is this a fluff?#i think i've made soap too soft #but i suppose it fits #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #music shop #record store

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cyncerity · 1 year

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Hi, I absolutely love your store shifter au and it gave me so much brainrot!! I’m borrowing a friend’s account for the moment because I can’t have a tumblr. Anyhow, I just wanted you to say that even if I can’t interact, I absolutely love all your ideas!!! If I understood the lore right, I would assume George is Sapnap’s younger brother and whatever traumatizing experience caused Sapnap to shift also took George away from Dream when they were young. Will Dream and George ever meet in person and if they met as tinies, would George realize it was Dream and what would he think of Dream having the pendant/braid? How would Tommy learn Dream was a shifter, and if one of them was tiny when that happened how would they deal with/would there be a language barrier? And how does Dream learn to shift back? This is much longer than intended, sorry. Feel free to answer parts of it or none of it, I just wanted you to know you’re wonderful!! And if this ask isn’t long enough, then here’s some writing prompts -a friendly admirer

“I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“My clothes. They just look so, so…”

“Yeah. Hard to believe we even fit that size, right?”

“It’s crazy.”

xxxxxx

"Wow"

"What?"

"Nothing... I'm just not used to

seeing you from this angle.”

"Yeah, I guess it's usually the

other way around.”

This is literally one of the most personal asks I’ve ever gotten solely for the fact that how you described being on tumblr is exactly how I was

I wasn’t allowed on tumblr, so i’d wait till everyone in my house was asleep and then pull out my middle school ipod as a burner device, look at g/t posts for an hour or so, then delete the google tabs i’d pulled them up on and fully shut down the ipod and hide it.

I lurked in this specific community for about a year, then lurked with an account so i could send asks for about another half year until i caved and got the app without parental permission lol (my dad had seen how tumblr was before the bad bots started to get banned so he honest to god thought this was one of those kinda sites but hes chill now)

suffice to say i completely know where you’re coming from and I love you for it 💖

Even if you can’t like my posts or have an account, just coming on here and saying you like my content is so awesome and it absolutely means the world to me 💕✨💖

As for you’re thoughts on the lore (and thank you for sending so many questions I love when this happens):

You’re getting close >:)

Sapnap doesn’t have any siblings, but as I’ve mentioned before (i think), Quackity does! And the event that sparked Sapnap’s shifting was similar to what got George taken in the first place (which could definitely be a reason that it was distressing enough to cause him to shift 👀), just on a larger scale and at different times. George was gone well before Sapnap became a shifter.

As for more on George, i’ll limit myself to what I can say cause there’s so much I want to write for him. At some point it’s my goal to write a story for him as a sort of interlude of the “dream shifted for the first time” story (there will be more parts! I’m working on them! Ngl this ask kinda made me realize how much I wanted to finish the second part of that) and have him fully explained there.

But I can tell you that Dream and George will meet in person! I can’t tell you if Dream will be tiny when they meet, cause you don’t even know for sure what species George is yet, but i promise the boys will meet! Will George know it’s Dream when they meet and vice versa? Who knows! That’s for me to know and you all to find out later >:)

Tommy won’t learn Dream is a shifter for a while, since Dream is stuck at the store. It also takes a bit of time for a new shifter to shift back to their normal size, since they’ve been repressing their capabilities for so long, their body has to stay at the opposite size to get used to it initially. Dream will be able to shift back at some point, but not without some help :)

And now that you mention it, there definitely could be a language barrier, and that could make things really interesting 👀 (im imagining Tommy seeing Dream tiny for the first time at a loss for words and Dream frantically trying to explain what he is but obviously Tommy already knows, so Tommy starts talking about being a shifter himself and he can’t hear Dream’s absolute shock and confusion at this information and can answer none of his questions)

And the writing prompts, YES, i am IN LOVE WITH THEM

If i don’t write specific things for them, they will be put into the next few stories for this au because they are such good ideas oh my word

and as a treat because i loved answering your questions and it made me really happy to get an ask that hit so close to my own experience here’s some miscellaneous Store Shifter drawings from my chorus class, just for you bestie 💖

i have so many of these for so many aus you don’t even know the half of it

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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I SMELL COLE FICS

Do you think i could get a drabble? I dont care what or how you write, I will take anything.

Hello hello hi!! I'll be honest, freedom with what to write can be incredibly nerve wrecking but i hope you enjoy this one! I struggled so much to decide on what exactly to write lmao,,,,

|| ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ || ᴄᴏʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋᴇꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

Your steps slow to a stop, looking up at the sign of the store you’re about to enter. You check your phone, comparing the name that your friend sent you.

Rockin’ Tunes

You shrug, accepting the name at face value before entering the store. The bell attached to the door jingles, attracting the attention of the only person inside.

You walk up to the store assistant who has his back turned to you, hesitant to disturb him when he’s restocking shelves.

“Excuse me…” You voice out shyly, only for your breath to hitch as soon as he turns around. Choppy ebony hair casts a faint shadow over his obsidian eyes, his sleeveless top showing off toned biceps. A thin chain decorates his neck, firm hands gripping a vinyl cover.

Yum.

You quickly snap out of your daze, almost drooling over the incredibly attractive boy in front of you. You blink a couple times, hand reaching up to subtly rub away any drool. The back of your hand brushes against bare skin. Good. There wasn’t any drool.

“Can I help you?” His brow is raised, waiting patiently for you to speak.

“Yeah, I came here to sign up for drum lessons. My friend Nya recommended this place, so I thought I’d check it out.” You try to lighten the atmosphere with a bright smile. A flicker of recognition crosses his face at the name you mention, his smile mirroring yours.

“You’re Nya’s friend? Nice to meet you. I’m Cole. If you’re interested in drum lessons, our only teacher is out of the country now, but I’d be happy to help.” He holds out his fist, and you grin, bumping it lightly with yours.

“I’m Y/n. That sounds good. Where do we start?”

Cole steps out from behind the counter, bicep brushing against your shoulder as he walks past you and towards the array of instruments in the back of the store. You gulp, following him.

Nya hadn’t told you that her friend was this attractive. You almost feel betrayed, looking down at your outfit and wishing you had dressed a little more nicely. He stops at a few drum sets that are a distance apart, and you eye the different types.

“So, do you know anything about drums?”

You pause, racking your brain for a good answer. “I know the basic boots-and-cats beatboxing.” You reply dumbly.

Oh my god.

Your cheeks burn, and you’re ready to hide in a corner from how his eyes shine in amusement, trying to force down a laugh.

“Okay, so you’re a basic beginner then.”

He sits at a drum set that looks nothing like the ones you see on TV. Everything is coloured black, cymbals made out of rubber. He grabs a pair of drumsticks that rest atop one of the drums in the set, giving it a twirl.

Suddenly, your face feels rather hot.

“So this is the first type of drum set beginners usually get. It’s an electronic drum kit, and it’s connected to a speaker and device that lets you change the sound to whatever you’d like. This is a snare, this is a kick drum, and this is a high hat. These are what you’ll be starting out with for a basic beat, or the ‘boots-and-cats’ beat you mentioned earlier.”

As soon as he pauses, he starts to play a beat with the three he had pointed at moments earlier, switching it up occasionally. You try to pay attention to the beat and how he manages to keep time; you really do.

But the way his arms flex as he plays the drums is incredibly distracting.

You tear your gaze away, nodding when his eyes meet yours to check if you’re following along.

“We can start with this. Sit down here.” He instructs, getting up and moving out of the way for you. You take a seat, taking the drumsticks that he passes you. You hesitate, unsure of where to begin as you attempt to copy his position from earlier.

“First, place your right foot on the pedal, and push down.”

You’re pleasantly surprised when you follow as he says, the kick drum producing a loud thump. You look up at him, eager for the next step.

Cole has to hide the amusement in his smile from the way your eyes gleam in excitement, pointing out the left pedal. “Place your foot there, and keep it down.”

You do so, surprised when the high-hats make a slight rattle before they still.

“This makes the sound tighter so that there’s less of an echo.” He explains, crossing his arms and answering your unasked question.

“Your posture’s too tight. You gotta relax. We have this rule in drumming: no chicken arms.” He mimics how your bent arms are almost perpendicular to your body, and you move them to rest at your sides with a sheepish smile.

He nods approvingly.

“One of the most important things is that your wrist has to be flexible. You can’t be too rigid, or it’ll start to hurt very quickly.”

You nod at his words, flexing your wrist and rotating it to loosen it up.

“We’ll start simple: use the pedal for the kick drum to follow me on this beat.” He starts to clap, acting as a metronome for you to follow along. You do so, paying close attention to the 1, 2, 3, 4 beats he’s giving you.

“Now that we got that down, I want you to use your right hand to hit the high hat with a different timing. The beat goes like this: one-ie and a two-ie and a three-ie and a four-ie.” He instructs, demonstrating quickly.

You take a deep breath, nodding and trying to follow his instructions. You wince when you accidentally hit the high-hat off timing, trying hard to coordinate your body to the different beats you play.

“Sorry,” You apologize. Cole's brows raise, surprised by the sudden apology.

“You don’t have to be sorry; you’re already doing great. Besides, it’s just your first lesson.” He chuckles. You flush, encouraged to try once more. You lift up your hands, ready to start.

“Uh-uh.” He tuts, reaching down and placing his hands on your raised elbows. You glance up, your eyes widening, when you register how close he is to you. “No chicken arms.” He chuckles, smiling warmly as he leans back.

You clear your throat, managing a nod before playing again with the high hats and kick drum. To your delight, you follow along much more easily than the first time, though there are a few off-beats here and there.

“Not bad,” Cole remarks thoughtfully. You grin, resting the drumsticks on the snare, reaching into the bag you had placed on the floor earlier for your water bottle.

“Thanks,” You reply with a simple smile, sipping your water.

“So, how do you know Nya anyway?” Cole grabs a stool, sits down next to you and leans back against the wall with a curious stare directed at you.

You hum in thought. “Well, I met her brother first at a book fair. I was in the romance aisle when I accidentally spilled a cup of coffee on his shirt.” You wince at the memory, Cole chuckling.

“I apologized so much and offered to wash his hoodie for him. But for some reason, he thought I was hitting on him. I wasn’t.” You deadpan, lips pursed. “Nya helped me scrub out the stain in the restroom, and I guess we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Sounds just like her and Kai.” Cole rolls his eyes playfully. “What about you? Why’d you start working here anyway?” You ask.

“I like music,” He replies simply. He takes a moment to think. “Not the customers, though.” He adds.

“Oh?” Now you’re intrigued.

“Earlier, this customer refused to listen to me explain the different types of guitar strings and just did his own thing even though he didn’t know what he was looking for.”

You snort in laughter, wincing at his words. “That sounds fun.” You say sarcastically.

“They ended up spending over a hundred dollars more than they needed. But hey, it’s their money, not mine.”

“On behalf of all customers, I apologize.” You joke, but his response makes your smile falter, heat blossoming on your cheeks instead as his eyes land on you.

“You’re okay, though.” He muses with a slight grin. He takes you in, almost as if he’s studying you. You feel a flush creep up your neck, fidgeting with the drumsticks you hold as you try to remain strong, refusing to look away from his calm gaze.

The bell jingles, and the both of you snap out of the daze you’re in. You sneakily fan your hot cheeks, and Cole clears his throat, standing up to greet the customer that walks in.

“Cole!” You hear a squeal, looking back up to see a girl dressed in a sparkly mini dress practically launch herself at him. He catches her by her shoulders, eyes wide in shock as the smile drops from his lips. He pushes her away gently, keeping the overexcited girl at arm's length.

“Kate.” He greets emotionlessly, all traces of humour and warmth from earlier now gone. His lips curve downwards into a subtle frown, but the girl doesn’t notice.

“You remembered my name!” She gasps, “See? We’re practically a couple already!” She doesn’t seem to notice your presence, eyes trained solely on Cole.

Her hands brush against his bare biceps, and he flinches away with a shudder. “Kate, I’m not going on a date with you. I’ve made that clear multiple times.”

“But you don’t have a girlfriend, so going on just one tiny date can't hurt.” She whines with a pout.

You wince at the dark expression on Cole’s face, racking your brain to come up with a way to help him with this persistent customer.

Oh. There was that one way you had seen your friend do once.

You stand up, place the drumsticks on the snare, and walk over to a frustrated Cole and whiny Kate.

“Babe,” You sidle up to his side, taking his hand in yours and sending her a nonchalant glance before ignoring Kate entirely, “What’s taking so long? You promised to teach me the drums.” You purse your lips, trying your best to appear like a clingy girlfriend.

He turns to you, surprised before he registers what you’re trying to do. The deep chuckle that comes next sends tingles down your spine, the warmth of his bare arm making you blush as he drapes it across your shoulder and pulls you close.

“I’m sorry, love. I’ll get back to you as soon as I finish helping this customer find the exit.” He replies, pointedly glancing at Kate who’s dumbfounded by your sudden appearance. You smile up at him and nod, walking back to the drum set and waiting patiently for him. He guides the speechless girl to the door, practically pushing her out.

He returns to the seat beside you with a relieved sigh. “Thanks back there. I’ve been trying to get rid of her for weeks, but she just wouldn’t take the hint, even after an outright rejection.”

“Anytime,” You grin, holding up the drumsticks. “Now, where were we?”

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azul-days · 2 years

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Su cuy’gar!

I’m still alive btw🫠

#doodle #star wars #fan art #my art #tbb tech #arc trooper echo #tech #echo #the bad batch #tbb #the clone wars #tcw #two French electronic music nerd shopping at record store!#modern au

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innytoes · 1 year

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One more! 14 for either Rulie or PeterPatterLina please for the sleepy prompts?

Also for @bananakarenina who asked for the same

Looking back, it was kind of ironic that his parents had sent him to his Uncle John's place for the summer as some kind of punishment. And at the time, he'd hated it. He had to sleep on this pull out couch in the living room because Uncle John only had one bedroom.

Uncle John was a crazy prepper who spent too much time in the woods. He didn't have internet, he had a secret bunker under his basement, and he was way too into trying to teach Luke how to hunt and fish.

He let Luke play his guitar however much he wanted to, though, so that was a plus.

And then, the Sickness. It started in the big cities. Luke had to watch as LA was bombed, curled up in Uncle John's secret bunker. He couldn't get ahold of his mom, couldn't tell her that he loved her, couldn't do anything as the sickness spread, and spread, and the town they were in was evacuated. Uncle John let him be, reminded him that the bunker was soundproof, brought down his guitar for him.

Uncle John didn't let him leave the bunker until a week after the evacuation, until he was sure the place was safe and empty.

Then they got to work. And work. And more work. Luke learned to shoot, learned to hunt, learned to drive, how to work on cars, how to make an electric fence. Learned how to build his own flame thrower and set traps and grow potatoes and cook.

And he wrote, and wrote, and played, and played, until his voice was hoarse.

They had a good life, but then one day, Uncle John fell off the roof. He fell off the roof because Luke had said something stupid about missing Christmas with his mom, and Uncle John had been stringing up Christmas lights.

Luke didn't play for a year after that. He didn't deserve it.

He buried Uncle John at the edge of the garden, and in the spring, he planted one of the apple tree saplings they'd been nursing on top of him. Uncle John always joked how he'd wanted to be an apple tree, because he loved apple pie so much.

But he kept going. He kept going, because what else could he do? It was what Uncle John would have wanted. So he planted the potatoes, and the zucchini, and the tomatoes, and he tended to the apple tree, and he tried to keep going.

Until one day, one of the alarms went off. He checked the cameras, and there it was, on camera three, the giant hole trap had been activated. What really caught his eye, though, was the dog nervously pacing around the border.

He grabbed his shotgun and went outside.

The dog was still pacing, around and around and around the circle, barking anxiously until it spotted him. Then, it stood between him and the hole, growling.

"Ellie what's wrong? Ellie is it a zombie? You gotta run, Ellie!"

"It's not a zombie," Luke called.

"Don't shoot the dog!" Came the immediate frantic call. "Please don't shoot the dog, please, she's harmless, she's just trying to protect us."

"Don't shoot us either!" A girl's voice shouted up. He blinked. Two people, then. Maybe more.

"Can you call her off? I can't come closer if she keeps growling like that."

It was silent in the hole. Ellie the dog kept growling at him.

"Promise you won't shoot us?" came the uncertain question a few moments later.

"I promise."

If they were raiders, there were other ways to get rid of them.

There was a whistle from the hole, and the dog laid down and whined, letting Luke pass. Inside the hole were two people. They were a little dirty, a little tired-looking... but they were also the prettiest people Luke had ever seen.

"Um, hi," the guy said. "I'm Reggie. This is Julie. That's Ellie up there with you. Thank you for not shooting us."

"What are you doing here?" Luke asked.

"Well, we were trying to get to Boston, but then we ran into this fence, so we were trying to go around it, see if anyone was inside, and then Sploosh! Giant Hole!"

"We weren't trying to get in or anything," the girl said, eyeing Luke's gun. "We promise. It's just the two of us."

"Three of us," the guy pouted. "Ellie was just smart enough not to fall into the hole."

Eventually, Luke got them a ladder, and didn't shoot them. He was going to send them off with some water bottles and rabbits ears for the dog, but then Ellie put her head on his knee when he crouched down, and the girl and guy both laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound in the world, and before he knew it he was inviting them over for dinner.

It was weird, having people, people his age, over. He didn't know what to talk about. He'd hardly known what to talk about with people his own age before the whole apocalypse, unless it was about music.

Except then Julie saw the keyboard he had propped up in the corner of the living room, and she lit up. Luke admitted he'd been trying to teach himself how to play, but it was pretty hard without any books or the internet.

"May I?" she asked, and he nodded.

And then he fell in love.

And then Reggie joined her in the chorus, and he fell in love again.

They talked for hours, about music, about songs, about instruments. Reggie admitted he shredded on the banjo, but he was pretty okay on piano and guitar too. "I used to play bass in this band, but well, not much of that anymore."

Luke nearly vibrated out of his seat. "There's a music store within the fence," he said. It was one of the only places Luke kept nice, besides the house and the vegetable gardens.

They made their way over in the fading light, Luke nearly bouncing down the street. Ellie bounced with him, happy to be included. When they got to the music store, Julie gasped at the baby grand piano, while Reggie swooned over the cherry red bass.

He also did shred on the banjo.

In return, Luke showed them one of his songs. The way they looked at him, the sun setting through the window of the music store, you'd think that he was the angel, the dream come true, not them.

They went back to the house, Luke carrying an amp and Reggie the bass, while Julie had the banjo slung over her shoulder. Back at the house, Luke cooked them dinner, while in the living room, Julie and Reggie sang and played. If they noticed his red eyes or the tears staining his shirt, they didn't say anything.

After dinner, Reggie and Julie went to take a shower. Together. Even though he'd mentioned that he had plenty of water. Who knew, maybe they were plotting to kill him in there. He looked down at Ellie, who was sprawled on the couch, her head in his lap.

If they did kill him, at least they gave him a really awesome last day.

Except they didn't kill him. Instead, they put on the clothes he left for them (it had taken a while to find something with sleeves, so Julie's, you know, everything wouldn't be out) and then tried to argue that they couldn't just take his bed.

"It's fine," Luke said. "I usually sleep on the couch anyway." He always did, actually. It felt wrong, sleeping in Uncle John's bed. He only did it when he was really, really tired, or sore, or lonely, curling up between a mountain of pillows and pretending it was a hug.

"I'm afraid the couch is taken," Reggie said, pointing at where Ellie, who wasn't that big of a dog, was somehow managing to sprawl across all of the pillows.

"We can all share," Julie said. "If that's okay with you."

She took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. At his wordless nod, she slid the flannel from his shoulders. Behind him, Reggie pulled his shirt up and over his head. He sat down heavily on the bed, watching them undress each other, watching them touch each other.

They fell into bed together, the three of them, and it should have been awkward, but somehow, it wasn't. Between the two of them, Julie and Reggie knew what they were doing where he clearly did not. They kept him from floundering, from falling, from hesitating too much, until they were all climbing together, higher and higher, until everything was a brilliant white, an explosion of pleasure.

And in the end, they fell asleep, Julie pressed against his back, Luke's head on Reggie's chest, lulled to sleep by his heart beat, and it was perfect.

When he woke up the next morning, the bed was empty. Luke took a shaky breath. He knew it was too good to be true. He should- he should get up, see what they took, see what was left, but he couldn't bring himself to, not yet.

And then he heard it.

Singing, in his kitchen.

And he knew everything would be okay.

#yes this is heavily heavily The Last Of Us inspired obviously #I'm obsessed okay #julie and the phantoms #juliexlukexreggie #zombie apocalypse #AUs are awesome #fanfic #I wrote a thing #and they all live happily ever after and eventually meet Alex and Willie and they're the best band #even if their audience is just a dog and Willie and maybe some chickens #can you imagine Luke in the apocalypse playing his guitar #not being able to share his music #jamming out in the empty music store and in his house and in the streets just to not have to hear the silence #of course Julie teaches him how to play the piano

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