#(dustin)

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@rubiesintherough​ asked:

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone.  ( dustin, bc supportive ghost bff )

She was old enough to be home alone, sure. Was it really alone with her parents’ security system and a ghostly best friend? Julie wasn’t sure. Most thirteen year old girls would kill to have this independence. For her, it was more akin to being forced to live through a horror film, minus the climax ever coming. Maybe it’d be less stressful if a serial killer did come.

Fairy lights, bags of popcorn, candy, and a fun movie were accompanying her in her room, but she had definitively made room for her best friend to join her. No matter how many times she checked the security system and locks, she just knew there was no way she was going to sleep comfortably if she was alone.

“If you hog the covers, you have another thing coming, Dustin.”

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@rubiesintherough​ asked:

“  i  cooked  it  for  you.  it  may  not  be  edible,  but  it’s  the  thought,  right ?  ” ( Dustin )

Juliette gave Dustin a look, then looked over at the...tragedy that he called dinner. Sure, it probably tasted like a nightmare, and it smelled like...well, she wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be. Despite this, she grinned and tucked her hair away from her face.

“Made with love, not with skill, right?”

She giggled, then took a bite.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Her face scrunched up and she immediately shook her head, grabbing a glass of water off the counter.

“I think my dad left money for pizza...”

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@rubiesintherough​ asked:

❝ this is gonna hurt like hell, okay? ❞    ( dustin )

Tears were streaming down her face as she stared at Dustin. Other than her father, he was the only person she trusted. With her father out of town for work, when Juliette hurt herself...it was Dustin she went to. For years, it had been known that Juliette had awful joints that tended to bend in ways they were not meant to and pop out if she wasn’t careful. 

Today, eight year old Juliette had approached him with tears on her face and an awful looking shoulder. After he had deciphered her sobs and apologies about how she had slipped in the shower, and how she had been careful, it was clear she needed someone to try and put it back.

Talking to her mother about it was out of the question. Her mother would make it worse. Juliette clutched a stuffed rabbit in her good arm, ducking to press her face against the plush.

“I...I’m ready.”

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@rubiesintherough asked:​

“That’s not just a scratch.” ( dustin )

Juliette flinched, pulling away as Dustin spoke. For a brief moment, it almost seemed that she was afraid he was going to get angry. However, when she looked up, all she saw was concern in his eyes. She hesitated for a few seconds, then gingerly rolled up her sleeve. Under the shredded up fabric, her tiny arm was covered in cuts, particularly a deep one that was bleeding quite badly.

She let out a little whimper, her lower lip pouting out as tears started to stream down her face. Little sobs filled the room as she tried to soak up the blood with her pillowcase.

“I dropped a plate, Mother got angry and pushed me...”

Julie sucked in a harsh breath.

“It hurts...”

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@rubiesintherough​ asked:

“’Don’t do that’, I said. ‘You’ll get hurt’, I said. And what did you do?” ( dustin )

Juliette made a small noise, a pout forming on her lower lip. She turned to look at him, clearly displeased with his thinly veiled lecture. Despite this, she was a little too distracted by her ankle to really fight him about it.

She frowned, gingerly lifting her leg to examine the damage. It was swollen and ugly, and absolutely painful. It was easily sprained, if not broken.

Yes, he had told her not to try and pull a Disney move and ride the bannister down the stairs. Did she listen? Not for a second. Julie made a small noise of discontent and pain, then looked up at him. Her eyes were wet with tears, her face flushed pink.

“I did it...”

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( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare. ( Dustin @ smol Julie tho? )

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

@rubiesintherough

Her mother hated when Juliette came to her. It was supposed to be a mother's job to comfort her child, to scoop her up in the middle of the night and dry her tears.

It seemed that her mother had quit that job before she even started. Juliette spent many a tearful, sleepless night curled in a ball on her bed, all alone. That was, of course, before Dustin.

Nobody else really acknowledged him. Her mother muttered about imaginary friends.

But she knew he was there.

So when she woke in the middle of a hot summer night, gasping for air, tears soaking her face, the eight-year-old turned, desperately hoping she wasn't alone.

He was there. She trembled, her lower lip wobbling as she stared up at him. It had happened again. The terror that plagued her in the night had come for what little peace she knew, leaving her vulnerable and holding herself in the way her mother refused to.

Dustin didn't leave her alone. She whimpered as his arms wrapped reassuringly around her, quietly telling her that the monsters couldn't find her there. He didn't show any exasperation, no irritation, no indication that he was bothered by her. She sobbed into his shirt, clutching it with her small hands, her tangled red curls matted from a fitful sleep.

"Please stay, don't leave me with them..."

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@rubiesintherough said: 

 “I think it’s a bit early to be picking names.” ( dustin ) 

pregnancy starters

“I dunno, I think now is a better time than when we’re staring the kid in the face.”

Kailee grinned a little, peering at him over a cup of tea (it was the only thing keeping her sane these days.) She shifted a little, then looked down at the list sitting on the table between them. Adjusting to the idea of being a mother had been a hell of a trip, so she was doing her best to warm up to it. After all, soon enough her life was going to be nothing but discomfort and chaos. She might as well enjoy what time she had left (especially when she was barred from caffeine and alcohol...) 

“We’re not giving the kid a K name. Been there, done that, hated never finding my name on those little keychain things...and seeing eighty three Katy’s.” 

A pause, then she shifted, stretching until her spine cracked, making a strange face as she did so.

“Definitely not naming ‘em after my parents. Terrible names. Awful names. Well...yeah, no.” She tapped her pen against the table.

“C’mon, Dustin. Hit me with some names. I know you’ve thought about it at least once.”