#onevoltageousghoul

proof that love's not only blind but deaf ❤️💚💛

He had always been touchy with her, nearly clinging to the ghoul with his arm around her until she needed space, and that night was no different. Without his usual advances to flirt with her to convince her to come closer, Holt pulled her onto his lap and sat down on the bed with his arms tight around her waist. He let out a shaky breath and nuzzled into the crook of her neck, needing a moment of rest before he continued his charade.

♫ Johnny doesn’t know Frankie that well, but he knows she is close with Operetta. Most of his knowledge about her stems from her activity in public events or from Operetta’s word of mouth. ♫ He has a lot of respect for her, especially since everything Operetta has said has been positive. If needed, he wouldn’t hesitate to punish someone for speaking about her in an ill-mannered way. ♫ He doesn’t really have the energy to match her’s, but he’d be more than happy to listen in or have a small conversation with her ♫ Her affiliation with any monsters he has trouble with doesn’t change his opinion, and it would take a lot of effort on her part to get him to change his thoughts on a monster or topic once he is set in his ways.

Jackson would start them off, they both wanted to make sure she'd have enough energy to make it through the back to back date. After the quick drive to her house he knocked on the door and kept a bouquet behind him. While Jackson had argued for freshly cut roses, Holt wanted to stay more traditional with flowers that had been decayed and wilted. They settled on both, a mixture of vibrant yellow roses with roses turned blue from decay, a symbol of both boys as well as a tribute to Frankie's style. The normie rocked on his heels, hoping he'd peer down at makeup dusted heterochromic eyes rather than having to request his ghoulfriend from a family member.

“What- No, No. It’s just my official degree.”

“I made you a slushie in science class... Wanna taste it?”