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moonlightpetalz6 · 8 months

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When You're Gone (Part 2)

Characters: Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso

Reader: Fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, readers death, violence, blood, swearing, pet names, fire

Context: The reader ends up dying due to sorcerers, and villagers. This is their reaction after you are gone. (Witch!reader for Sukuna)

Word Count: 4,677

a/n: Sorry this took a bit to post! I really got into writing these three!

Part 1

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Toji

Toji sighed as he walked into the abandoned building where he was supposed to meet with Shiu. 'What a pain.' Toji thought, interested in something other than what Shiu had to discuss with him. Toji was considering skipping the meeting altogether if it wasn't for you. Toji smirked at the thought of your shy smile, ready to hear your sweet voice scold him for zoning out while your colleague was trying to discuss business with him. The memory brings a slight chuckle to his throat as he places a hand behind his neck, letting out a loud yawn as he notices Shiu standing there. Alone.

Toji hums, stopping a few paces in front of the detective. "Hm? What, did little Miss Tiger decide to skip out on us today?" He teased, knowing you hated the nickname he had assigned you due to your stern personality. Shiu just stared at the assassin with a sad look as he sighed deeply, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "That's actually why I called you out today…." He tossed the cigarette on the ground, Toji watching as he stomped it with his foot. "As of three days ago, Y/l/n Y/n was killed in her home by a wanted sorcerer she had was assigned to," Shiu said while making direct eye contact with Toji.

"What?" Toji asked, his eyes narrowing as a frown adorned his face. Shiu just sighed, knowing that Toji didn't believe his words. "Y/l/n Y/n is dead." Toji's fists clenched as he went and roughly grabbed Shiu by the collar, his face inches from the detectives. "Quit yer fucking bullshit and tell me the truth. Cause I ain't finding this joke funny." Toji growled, his neck flexing as a vein appeared on his right temple. Shiu didn't back down as he stared at Toji with serious eyes. Toji clicks his tongue as he tosses Shiu away before turning on his heel to leave the building. "Fushiguro!" Shiu called out, not having finished everything he wanted to say to the assassin. Toji ignored him as he pulled his phone out angrily, dialing your number and pressing it to his ear, waiting for your voice to pick up on the other end.

The number you have dialed is not available; please-

Toji cursed quickly, hanging up the phone as he continued to call your number multiple times. "Fucking brat answer the phone." He hissed, walking past numerous people on the streets. Just as Toji was about to call you again, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face from the corner of his eye. Toji stopped in place, his phone now resting at his side still open as he stared at the TV inside a small store. There was a news channel with a small picture of you with the caption, 'Local woman found dead in her apartment. Cause of death: a giant hole through the chest.' Toji's mouth opened slightly, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Once your picture was no longer on the screen, Toji cursed to himself as he quickly returned home. Once home, Toji slammed the door as hard as he could, not even bothering to turn on the lights before throwing everything in his line of sight, trashing his apartment as he yelled multiple curses.

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Days have passed since Toji was hit with the news of your horrible death. Your funeral was two days later, but Toji never went. He refused, thinking that if he went and saw your name on one of those damned stones, every person he came in contact with would be killed on sight. It wasn't like the two of you had been dating for long, about a year, to be exact. Toji had many girlfriends and flings before meeting you, so he never cared when they would turn up missing or disappear without anyone knowing. However, when it came to you, it was different. What Toji felt for you was similar to when he lost his wife.

Toji sat on the floor of his apartment; broken items littered the room as the lights remained off. A slight glow lit up the room as Toji saw his phone ringing. He lifted it to see Shiu's contact appear on the screen. Growling in annoyance, he flipped the phone on, pressing it to his ear. "What?" He snapped his voice slightly horse from having yelled so much before. "You sound awful. Have you been taking care of yourself at all?" Toji groans as he presses his thumb and pointer finger to his eyes. He applies pressure as he rubs them, feeling how tired his eyelids are as the dark circles slightly appear from the phone's light. "Get to the point. I'm in no mood." He grumbled while pulling another cigarette from his pocket.

"You weren't at Y/n's funeral." Shiu was blunt and to the point, causing Toji to grunt as he placed the stick between his lips. "So what? I don't need to make an appearance around people who I never fucking saw once around her." He spat while patting his pockets to find his lighter. It wasn't entirely an excuse. When Toji and you started dating, he had never met anyone who claimed to care for you. Shiu didn't say anything momentarily, causing Toji to furrow his brows in annoyance. "Anything else?" He growled, not wanting to be on the phone any longer. "We're still looking for the man who killed her. I promise Toji he will be found and punished." Shiu claimed with total confidence. Toji's eyes narrowed as he listened to those words; scoffing, he tried lighting the cigarette. "Oh, you're damn right he will be…. I'm going to fucking kill him. That's my promise." Before Shiu can say anything else, Toji hangs up, tossing the phone randomly.

Toji sits there; brows furrowed in annoyance as he flicks at the lighter, growing increasingly agitated with it not working. "Tch. Fucking useless-!" Toji goes to throw the lighter but stops when he notices what one is in his hand. He freezes, staring at the small item, remembering when you had given it to him as a gift.

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You and Toji were out discussing business when it suddenly started to rain down, causing the two of you to get soaked as you ran for cover. The two of you sigh as you watch the rain fall from where you now stand, soaking wet. "Geez! The forecast said nothing about rain!" You whined angrily, scrolling through your phone as you double-checked the weather. Toji grunted as he ran a hand through his hair, watching the water droplets fly off. "I should've packed an umbrella…." You whispered in thought, brows furrowed, a slight pout on your lips. Toji internally chuckled, finding your expressions amusing.

You were always frowning or having some angry tick whenever something didn't go as planned, or you would get mad, which caused him to love teasing you every chance he could. "Well~ well~ it looks like miss organized and plans ahead failed once again~" He teased, a sly grin on his face as he went and pulled out a cigarette. You looked at him, eye twitching as he placed it between his lips. He looks down at you curiously before grinning, one brow raised. "Got something to say, tiger?" He questioned, raising his lighter. You click your tongue, looking away from him. "As if I would have anything to say to such a rude man!" You scoffed, earning a chuckle.

It went silent between the two of you. The only sounds heard were the falling rain and the clicking of Toji's lighter. You glanced up, noticing the annoyed look on the taller man's face as he grunted, trying to get it to light. The two of you stood like that momentarily before you thought of something. “One moment, Fushiguro! I'll be right back!" You announced suddenly, running to the convenience store across the street. Toji stood there, confused momentarily, before trying the lighter again. After a few more tries, he curses, tossing the small contraption to the ground and taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

He watches the convenience store waiting for your small form to appear in the doors. When you finally come out, he takes notice of the umbrella in your hand as You quickly run across the street, standing in front of him again. You look at him, a small pant leaving your lips as you hold your fist out to him. He looks at you curiously but complies, holding one of his giant hands out for you. You place the lighter in his hand, surprising him with the sudden gesture. "You didn't have to do that tiger." He mumbled but still went and used the lighter for his cigarette, nodding in approval.

You just laughed, placing a hand behind your neck as you smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks. "Well, consider it as my apology gift to you!" You laughed shyly. "Apology? For what?" He mumbled, leaning back against the building under which you both had taken shelter. You just smiled a bright smile, a blush coating your cheeks as you held a finger up to your lips as if telling him not to spill a secret.

"For forming a crush on you of course!"

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Toji sat there, eyes covered by his messy bangs as he gripped the lighter. "Damn tiger…" He cursed as he forcefully tried to flick the lighter on again, this time not stopping as his body began to shake. “Fuck Y/n….” He looked up with tears running down his face as he bit the cigarette as hard as he could.

"Come back and declare your love for me over and over again, dammit."

Sukuna

You were known as the witch of the woods. No one entered those woods fearing being cursed or killed in horrible, gruesome ways. However, that was far from the truth, as you were a sweet and docile woman who only wished to heal and create with your magic. You and Sukuna had first met when he had entered the woods in search of your magical abilities. When he showed up at your small hut in the woods, you were surprised, not by his fearful appearance but by his giant wound in his side, causing immense amounts of blood to gush out. Sukuna watched you quickly drop the items you were holding as you ran to him, your small frame inches from his intimidating one. He flinched as you placed your tiny hands around the wounded area, eyes scanning the injury with deep concentration.

Sukuna frowned at you, not liking how you didn't cower in his presence or even acknowledge his fearful appearance. He roughly grabbed your hand with one of his own, pulling it up so you were forced to look up at his face, each eye holding a murderous glare. "Oi, pitiful witch of the woods. Who do you think you are to approach me like this?" He hissed, a voice filled with venom. You just looked at his eyes, showing no fear as you said nothing. You went and placed a hand on his wound, chanting in a language he was not familiar with.

Sukuna watched as the wound healed faster than he could regenerate it. He hummed in amusement while looking down at you with a dark smirk. You just looked at him, your aura tense and powerful. "I am not afraid of curses." You declared a voice so elegant it made his ears ring. He laughed loudly, causing you to flinch at the sudden noise covering one of your ears in pain. Sukuna pulls you closer to him, faces inches apart as he looks at you with a deranged smile. "You're such an amusing witch of the woods…. It makes me want to play with you more before ending your pathetic and weak life." He laughed, looking deep into your eyes.

Sukuna became enthralled by your talents, watching you cast spells he didn't know or ever heard of. You taught him some of the magic you knew over time, informing him of the repercussions of some of the spells. He would listen carefully, wanting to know everything if it meant his chances of gaining even more power. The two of you were complete opposites, so it was strange how you became so close. You never understood why a man filled with nothing but murderous and selfish intent could ever want with someone like you who wished for peace and never had any selfish desire.

"We don't share much in common, do we?" Sukuna grunted one day when the two of you sat outside. You looked at him, tilting your head as you continued to mix some herbs for a new medicine you were working on. "You're just realizing this now, Sukuna-san." Your laugh was so soft that it made Sukuna feel a tingle in his chest. "Tch. Do you finally want to die?" He grumbled, giving you a slight glare as he flicked your forehead, his other arms crossed over his chest while the fourth one scratched the back of his head. You whine as you hold your forehead, a giant pout on your face. "So weak." He teased, "Like I said, not much in common." He shrugged, looking away from you to stare at the setting sun.

"Indeed, we don't share much in common, but….there is one thing we will have until the day comes when we die." You whispered while placing a hand out towards the setting sun with a sad look on your face. "Oh? And what would that be?" Sukuna hummed, interested in your words, as he glanced down at you in wonder. Though small, Sukuna could see the sad and lonely smile on your lips. "The world'll hate us…never to be accepted for what we are." Your words took a moment to sink in for Sukuna. He hummed, his expression unreadable.

Suddenly, he was placing both his right arms towards the sunset like you. "Even if that's true… I'll always accept you for what you are." He mumbled. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, lips slightly parted. He made no effort to look at you as his eyes stayed fixed on the changing colors in the sky. "Sukuna-san…" you felt your heart racing as heat started to sneak onto your face. Suddenly, he looked at you with an annoyed look, brows furrowed in confusion and annoyance as he went and hit your head. "Also, who the hell do you think will be dying?! Damn stupid witch!" He yelled, causing you to cry while he just shoved the herbs you had been mixing down your throat.

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The king of curses couldn't believe his eyes and ears as he stood in place, body in complete shock. Down below him was a village just outside the woods he had grown to call home. There, in the center of said village, stood a huge crowd of angry and fearful villagers, each one cheering or chanting multiple curses into the air as they looked at the giant fire that rose into the sky, turning the once beautiful sunset view into a clouded gray sky. However, it wasn't the villagers that were causing the fear in Sukuna's heart and soul. Oh no. It was the screams of his lover, whose shadow was seen thrashing within the flames tied to a giant pole.

"Stop it! Please! What did I do wrong?! Please tell me!" You cried from the flames. Sukuna's fists started dripping blood as all the blood vessels in each of his eyes burst. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You apologized to the villagers who relished in your pain and your suffering. He was seeing red. Before anyone could process anything, Sukuna was brutally murdering every one of the villagers, ensuring they didn't die without immense pain. His shouts and feral laughter were the last thing to curse their ears. Soon, the village was nothing more than a blood bath. Sukuna stood there, blood dripping from every part of his body as he looked down at the burnt body in front of him.

He doesn't say anything as he kneels carefully, picking up your body with all four arms staying there, making sure your body is as close as possible to his as he grits his teeth before screaming into the sky cursing the entire world.

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"Hey Sukuna, do you believe in soulmates?" You asked while reading from that mysterious book of yours. "Huh? Soulmates? I know I joke about you being stupid but I'm starting to think that you really are." He said, looking at you annoyed. You frown at him going and whispering a small spell, causing the tea he was drinking to spray up while he went to take a sip. You stand there, mouth covered with one hand, trying to hold your laughs back.

Meanwhile, Sukuna gave you the most sadistic look you could ever imagine, tea dripping from his face. "Y/n~" He sang in a deadly tune. You cringe as you cower in the corner, waving your hands in front of you frantically.

"SUKUNA IT WAS A JOKE!" You cried while he stood there cracking his knuckles, a dark aura surrounding him. "I just wanted to see if you would help me with this old spell I found!" You squealed, bracing yourself for what was to come. When nothing happened, you peeked from behind your fingers. "Eh?" You asked confused. Sukuna just stood there looking down at you with a curious expression. "An old spell?" He questioned, bending down to your height and tilting his head in thought. "About soulmates?" You nod "mhm!" "You want to see if we're soulmates?" You nod proudly, arms crossed over your chest. Sukuna smirks as he watches his words slowly process for you. A deep blush covers your cheeks as you stammer over your words, trying to defend yourself while he laughs, finding the situation amusing. He rests his head on one of his fists as he crouches before you. "Then do it." He said, a cocky smirk on his face. "I wanna see…if you're my soulmate witch of the woods." You blushed tears from embarrassment in the corners of your eyes as you looked away quickly, getting everything you needed for the spell. Sukuna didn't move; he just stayed in place, watching you place all the items in front of him before sitting on the other side.

"Okay! Ready?" You ask, a shy smile on your face. Sukuna hums, holding an arm out as he pricks some skin, watching the drop of blood fall into the bowl. You carefully do the same thing, neither of you saying a word. "How will we know?" He mumbles, not looking away from the bowl. "According to the spell, if you're soulmates, then both of you will suddenly have-!" You stop noticing the black tattoos form on your wrists along with others. You quickly looked up at Sukuna, seeing the same thing happen to him, only his markings were slightly different. The two of you stare at each other in shock. "...markings…" You whispered, a slight blush on your cheeks. Sukuna stares at you, eyes still slightly wide, before kissing you deeply.

You squeak, feeling his hands start to feel up and down your body, not in a lustful way but in what feels like a devoted one. "My soulmate…my witch of the woods…your soul belongs only to me." He whispered, kissing up your neck before reaching your lips. You just giggled while placing your hand on his cheek, a soft smile on your face. "Sukuna-san…thank you for allowing me your soul… it's my greatest treasure."

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"OI! SUKUNA!" Sukuna slowly opened his eyes, staring at the bottom of his throne. 'Ah, that's right…the kid is crying about helping that damn friend of his…tch. Not my fault he got his soul changed.' Sukuna thought, uninterested in what Yuji yelled at him. He just sighed before noticing a small tear falling from his eye. He swipes it away while looking at the markings on his wrist. He smiled a small smile, something that no one in the world would ever see besides one person, and she was gone. Sukuna placed a gentle kiss on the tattoos.

"My soul yearns for you my Queen…my soul…one that only you can have and touch…my Y/n…"

Choso

Choso fell against the wall, tears streaming down his face as he stared at the flower, eyes wide in shock. His mouth opened to scream, cry, yell, but nothing came out. He grips both sides of his head and slowly shakes it before squeezing his eyes shut, the tears appearing to get worse. Choso opens his eyes, glancing to his left to see the broken pieces of what was once a cursed item that informed him of your well-being. The two of you decided to get them when Choso started to fear for your safety after the deaths of his two younger brothers. He remembers your gentle smile as you happily agreed to his request, telling him you would do anything to ensure his mind was at ease.

When he processed the broken pieces once again, signaling that you were no longer in this world with him, Choso snapped, his eyes practically rolling back as he screamed until it felt like his lungs would tear from his chest. "Why?! Why?! I don't understand why she was only gone for two days!" He screamed to himself while rolling around on the floor like a madman, the tears never-ending. First, his brothers and now his lover, all three gone from his side within a blink. "How could I fail to protect my family?!" Choso felt his fingers dig into the flesh of his face, tiny beads of blood appearing here and there. "Y/n! Y/n!" Choso reached for the broken pieces, his body soon becoming still as he grits his teeth, his eyes leaking tears.

"My beautiful sweet bleeding heart…tell me it's a lie…you said you would be right back by my side." Choso sobbed as he held the broken cursed object to his chest while staring at the night sky. Choso's mind runs wild as he asks himself so many questions about your death. 'Was she scared? Did she suffer? Was it peaceful? Did they torture you? Did you cry? Smile? Were you lonely? Did you wish for him to save you?' all these thoughts ran through his head as he cried into the night. After some time, Choso quieted down, slowly rising to his feet as he stomped to his family's home, your home, no, to his home. He said nothing, his eyes void of any light as he lifted his head to the sky like a zombie, watching as snow started to fall. 'It's so cold tonight, Y/n….' He thought his hand subconsciously opened as if ready to take another's smaller one.

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"Choso! Can I have a hug?!" You cheered, standing before your cursed boyfriend with a giant smile as you held your arms wide open. Choso just looked at you from his seat, tilting his head in confusion. "But didn't I just give you one five minutes ago?" he asked, not understanding why you wanted another one. You smile at him, slightly jumping in your step as you lean forward, arms still open, awaiting his embrace. "So?! What if I want to hug you every five minutes? You hurt me, my blood lotus." you whispered a slight pout on your cheeks. Choso flinches as he quickly goes and wraps you in his loving embrace. "I could never dream of such a thing. Me? Hurt you? I would rather die my bleeding heart." He whispers while inhaling the smell of your shampoo you knew he loved.

"I love everything about you, my sweet flower." he caressed your cheek, a tiny blush on his cheeks as he avoided eye contact, still too embarrassed. You just giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck when he went to pull away from the hug. You hum, pressing your forehead to his as you force him to look into your eyes. You smile, eyes as bright as the day he met you. "Your eyes are so beautiful…" You whispered, gently placing the pads of your thumbs onto his dark circles, giving a small massage to the flesh. Choso lets out a small moan of approval as he carefully caresses one of your wrists with his fingers barely grazing your skin. "My bleeding heart…" You watched as Choso placed tender kisses on your wrist, his eyes glancing at you with much love and admiration.

"Does this makeup for me hurting you earlier? Or do you wish for more?" He whispered, his thumb slowly dragging down your bottom lip, causing you to blush at his sudden boldness as you quickly jumped away, hiding your face. "T-that's perfectly fine! I'm already way better! I promise!" You stumble over your words, causing a gentle smile to caress Choso's face. "I adore you." He whispered honestly. "I-I get it!" you cried, covering his mouth with your hands. He laughs, loving how cute you are being. Choso pushes back a strand of your hair once you remove your hands from his mouth. "There's just one thing I'll never understand," he confessed, ensuring that you looked presentable when you had to go outside on your next assignment. "Hm? What is it?" You asked, tilting your head as you interlocked your fingers with his. "This," he confessed, gesturing to your hands holding one another.

"You always want to hug or touch me in some way almost every second of the day. I am not complaining, of course…as I love you and…" he trailed off, growing shy at his words before clearing his throat. "I guess I just don't get why that is all." He admitted with a slight nod. You hum a smile as you lean back slightly, tilting your head to the side, eyes closed in thought. "Well…I guess it's because…for me I feel like if I don't keep touching you, you'll disappear from my side forever. So I want to ensure you're still with me in this world, Choso." You confessed this time using his name instead of your chosen nickname for him. Choso blushes before smiling as he lets out a tiny laugh while going to ruffle your hair.

"Haha! You're so silly! I'll really never understand you Y/n." he confessed lovingly. You just looked up at him with your biggest smile, a deep blush on your cheeks as you placed a kiss on his lips. "I love you so, so much my bloody Lotus!" You cheered, and Choso could practically see just how pure and true your love for him was while looking into your eyes.

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Choso stood in the doorway of your once-shared bedroom. His drained facial expression scanned the entire area, ensuring he took everything in, wanting to remember this room with all your shared belongings for the rest of his life. Choso lays down on the shared bed, making sure he curls up into a bawl as he shakily reaches for your pillow and your side of the blanket, bringing both pieces of fabric next to him, squeezing like they, too, would vanish from his grasp. Choso inhales your scent, tears falling from his face, drenching your once favorite pillow as he shoves his face into it, not wanting to forget your smell once it no longer remains in the place you two called home.

"I wish you were here, my bleeding heart…I want to feel you next to me…I need you next to me." Choso cries, his entire body shaking as his mind fails to accept what has happened. Guilt soon fills his heart as he lets out a heart-wrenched sob, squeezing his eyes closed. "I'm sorry I didn't always hug and touch you whenever you were near me…maybe if I did…would you not have disappeared from my side Y/n? Are you gone because of me?"

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A/n: I hope you all enjoyed part 2! I can't wait to create more for you all!

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moonywritez6 · 4 months

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When You're Gone Part 2 (Reupload)

Characters: Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso

Reader: Fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, readers death, violence, blood, swearing, pet names, fire

Context: The reader ends up dying due to sorcerers, and villagers. This is their reaction after you are gone. (Witch!reader for Sukuna)

Word Count: 4,677

A/N: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

Part 1

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Toji

The number you have dialed is not available; please-

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"For forming a crush on you of course!"

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"Come back and declare your love for me over and over again, dammit."

Sukuna

Sukuna frowned at you, not liking how you didn't cower in his presence or even acknowledge his fearful appearance. He roughly grabbed your hand with one of his own, pulling it up so you were forced to look up at his face, each eye holding a murderous glare. "Oi, pitiful witch of the woods. Who do you think you are to approach me like this?" He hissed; a voice filled with venom. You just looked at his eyes, showing no fear as you said nothing. You went and placed a hand on his wound, chanting in a language he was not familiar with.

Sukuna became enthralled by your talents, watching you cast spells he didn't know or ever heard of. You taught him some of the magic you knew over time, informing him of the repercussions of some of the spells. He would listen carefully, wanting to know everything if it meant his chances of gaining even more power. The two of you were complete opposites, so it was strange how you became so close. You never understood why a man filled with nothing, but murderous and selfish intent could ever want with someone like you who wished for peace and never had any selfish desire.

"Indeed, we don't share much in common, but…. there is one thing we will have until the day comes when we die." You whispered while placing a handout towards the setting sun with a sad look on your face. "Oh? And what would that be?" Sukuna hummed, interested in your words, as he glanced down at you in wonder. Though small, Sukuna could see the sad and lonely smile on your lips. "The world will hate us…never to be accepted for what we are." Your words took a moment to sink in for Sukuna. He hummed, his expression unreadable.

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"Stop it! Please! What did I do wrong?! Please tell me!" You cried from the flames. Sukuna's fists started dripping blood as all the blood vessels in each of his eyes burst. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You apologized to the villagers who relished in your pain and suffering. He was seeing red. Before anyone could process anything, Sukuna was brutally murdering every one of the villagers, ensuring they didn't die without immense pain. His shouts and feral laughter were the last thing to curse their ears. Soon, the village was nothing more than a blood bath. Sukuna stood there, blood dripping from every part of his body as he looked down at the burnt body in front of him.

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"My soul yearns for you my Queen…my soul…one that only you can have and touch…my Y/n…"

Choso

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judysxnd · 4 months

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Hey

Can you write some protective possessive pedro? And can it be long please?

Took some time to get inspired on this one. Hope you like it!

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jealous, adj. "feeling or showing a resentful suspicion that one's partner is attracted to or involved with someone else."

That's how Pedro was feeling looking at this picture he was seeing everywhere on the medias. His girlfriend walking in the streets, late at night, with this guy. He knew that you would never do anything, he trusted you. But he didn't trust this guy, he never saw him before. Sure Y/n talked about it a few times before, but that was it. What he hated the most was how every socials he went on he could see this picture, captioned with some bullshit about them dating. So what? Pedro's away filming for two months and that's it? No more relationship? He really was sick of this society, this mentality.

He didn't know what to do though. Everything was great with Y/n. Despite the fact of being away, they were calling each other a lot, texting a lot, nothing was wrong. Was it? Maybe something was happening, how could he know? He could only see pieces of what she was doing. She did tell him that she was going out with friends a lot, but that's it.

All he knew is that everyone thought she was single again, and that she was enjoying this very much. I guess that's what happens when none of them are posting much on socials and definitely barely anything about each other. But seeing those pictures and comments on her posts made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to post his favourite picture of you on his ig, showing the world that she was his, as much as he was her's. But you both decided not to, to try and keep a private life as much as you could.

He always managed to get over the comments, the cheesy pick up lines that she had in her comments, I mean, to be fare, he was receiving them too and Y/n never said a thing. That's why he kept it to himself, maybe joking about it once or twice to try and see her reaction. But now that he was away, he was scared. Scared of losing his girlfriend.

His thoughts stopped for a second when he got the notification that Y/n posted on instagram, to which he went to see immediately. With already a thousands likes, he saw her smiling next to her friend which he recognised too fast. The same guy from the pictures, from the dating rumours. He felt hot for a second, his body temperature rising. The caption made him feel a bit better: "he doesn't know that I arranged him a date, wish him luck". Oh how sweet she is. How beautiful she is in this shiny black dress.

Pedro wanted to leave a comment, he was thinking what to say. But while he was thinking, his eyes moved onto the comments already there. Again, flirting men drooling over her, commenting pick up lines that would never work with anyone. But his eyes widened at one particular comment. Not really a comment, but more specifically a like. Y/n liked not one, but a few flirting comments. He didn't like it. He, in fact, hated it. Not even leaving a comment, he threw his phone away before going back on set.

Pedro was supposed to come back on Friday this week, but decided to make it back home a few days before. He couldn't stand to be away from his girlfriend nor being controlled by social medias. There was a reason he was avoiding them and that is one. He would only feel better once he would back home, so he decided to surprise his precious girlfriend and fly back home in LA on Tuesday.

When he arrived home, he was relieved to finally be with his lover. His anxiety and jealousy disappeared, but little did he know that it would come back later. For Y/n, she was such in a state of excitement, she could stop jumping and kissing him. She missed him so much, two months was a lot.

"Why are you home this early?" I asked, happy to see him again. "I thought you said you were not even halfway done?" I had my arms around his neck, admiring him like it was the first time I saw him in front of me.

"Well- we, we finished early! There's some stuff that can wait a bit more, so we're good!" He quickly said, before kissing me again.

"oh! I'm so happy, those two months were soooo long!" I said, hugging him tight. "Are you hungry? the flight might have been long, and the food on the flight isn't that good" I joked

"hm, no I'm good actually, I just want to stay here with you" he said, holding me into a hug again "I missed you so so much"

"I missed you too Pedro"

We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled up on the couch, watching some tv show, but really catching up on what we both missed while Pedro was away. We were talking so much that we didn't see the time pass by.

"And it was so beautiful! Cold, but beautiful!" Pedro said, we both laughed.

"Wait, what's the time baby?" I asked, confused, sitting up.

"I don't know, why?"

"I have to get ready for tonight" I said getting up, looking for my phone.

"Tonight? What's tonight?"

"I'm going out with Tony."

"Tony? Who's Tony?"

"Ha! There he is" I said, grabbing my phone hidden in the kitchen. I came back in the living room only to find Pedro sitting on the couch, confused. He seemed nervous. "Are you okay?" I asked seeing his face.

"Y-Yeah, it's just- who's Tony?"

"Oh, you remember my friend, hm, have you seen my latest pic on Instagram? That's him" He sighed "What's wrong?" He sat back down on the couch, his back facing me.

"Nothing, I-" he sighed again "I thought we would spend the day together, I just got back, I just want to stay with you." I walked to the couch

"I know Pedro, I wished I could stay, but I can't cancel last minute, that's not nice"

"You already went out before with him, he'll understand" he said, looking at the tv. I frowned

"Pedro, I'm not cancelling, if I knew you would be back today, I would have, but I didn't know!"

"That's the point of a surprise!" He said shaking his hands.

"What is this really about?" I asked, crossing my arms

"What do you mean?" He finally looked at me

"Because it looks like you're just jealous right now"

"I am not jealous! I just came back from a different country, after being away for two months, I just miss you and I want to spend time with you!"

"Well, now that you're back, we have all the time to spend time together, but it doesn't mean I can't spend time with my friends either, I'm sorry I can't cancel. It really is too late."

"It's never too late"

"Well- I'm supposed to meet him in an hour, so it means he's already on his way there, so yes, it is too late" I said walking into my room. I started to grab some clothes.

"So I just came back and you would rather be with him than me? Sounds like you didn't really miss me" I scoffed

"I knew you were jealous"

"I- How does that make me jealous? I have been away for two months, and you saw this Tony yesterday!"

"Sorry for being respectful to my friends" I said, going in the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

"Open the door y/n, please!" Pedro was trying to open the door but he couldn't.

"I'm changing Pedro, leave me alone." And there was no noise. You sighed, before getting changed.

After fifteen minutes, you were out of the bathroom, ready to leave. You grabbed a pair of shoes, put them on before you went to drink a glass of water in the kitchen. When you entered the living room, Pedro was on his phone, sitting on the couch. He immediately stopped whatever he was doing to follow you in the kitchen.

"So you're really going?" He asked me

"Yep"

"Please stay with me" I turned around

"It's not because you came back that I have to cancel everything just to be with you, this is not how this works" he sighed

"I know, but just for tonight please"

"This is not happening"

"I came back early for you, and this is how I am welcomed?"

"Didn't you say that you finished filming early?" I said grabbing a glass.

"Y-Yes, but I could have stayed a few days back there, but I missed you so much that I wanted to get back to you as soon as possible" I drank my glass of water, looking at Pedro. He was nervous. There was something going on and I couldn't understand what it was.

"Tomorrow I can take a day off but tonight I can't cancel the dinner"

"You can't cancel work, it's important, I'm just asking for tonight"

"What, my friends aren't important?" I tilted my head

"Why did you come back this early already?" I asked. Pedro was getting more upset than I was.

"I already told you! Something was wrong with the script, so we couldn't keep filming!" I was confused.

"That's not what you told me this afternoon Pedro" I said in a neutral tone. He stared at me. "You told me that you finished filming early"

"Y-Yeah that's reason why we stopped early"

"But it means you didn't finish filming"

"stopped, finished whatever, I'm here!" I put the glass in the sink and crossed my arms, nodding at what he was saying.

"Why are you really here Pedro?" He stood still "Is it because you wanted to see me? Or is it because you couldn't stand to see me with another guy?" He hesitated but couldn't manage to say anything. "I can't believe this!" I stormed out of the bedroom, grabbing my coat.

"Y/n wait!" He followed me. "This- I came for you of course! It's just-" I turned around

"Just what? That you don't fucking trust me? That I can't have guy friends? What is wrong with you?" I was starting to have tears in my eyes.

"Of course I trust you! It's those guys that I don't trust, flirting with you and all, I can't stand it-"

"Oh you can't stand it? What am I supposed to say about all those girls and women fangirling over you? There are millions of people in love with you, and you can't stand seeing a few comments and me being with friends with one guy?"

"No it's not that, but I am away, I don't know everything, I only see bits and pieces from fans and-"

"What did you see?" I asked dryly. I wanted to know if it was legitimate, at least.

"Well, just the typical stuff" he started to say sarcastically "that we broke up, that you're dating this Tony, that you're going on a date with him, you know, normal stuff" I shook my head.

"And you believe this shit?" I scoffed "You believe a few tweets instead of me?"

"No! But it's taking a toll on me, because I don't know what's going on here!"

"Nothing is going on!" I yelled. I stopped, looking down, taking a deep breath. "You could have told me Pedro. I would have understood and reassured you that nothing was happening. But you went too far. Now if you excuse me, I have a dinner to attend. And thanks to you I'm already late." I left without letting him say anything else.

You tried to refrain the tears on your way to the dinner. You couldn't believe what happened. He came back just to control what you were doing and who you were seeing. You tried to enjoy the dinner as much as possible, forgetting about what was waiting for you at home.

As for Pedro, he couldn't believe his nightmare came true. He crossed a line, he went too far. His darkest side got out, but more specifically, out of control. And he didn't know what to do to fix this. He wanted to go find you so bad, but he realised that she would take this as another attempt to see who she was with and it would only make it worse. So he waited. He waited hours, sitting on the couch, staring at the door, hoping to hear the keys anytime soon. He didn't even eat. He has this knot in his stomach that prevented him to even move an inch.

You eventually came back around midnight. You were tired, and the few tears that got out before the dinner were now irritating your eyes. When you entered your apartment, you saw Pedro asleep, curled up on the couch. You heart melted a little seeing him like that. He always hated your "uncomfortable" couch. But you were still mad at him, so you slammed the door, making him jump at the noise, before walking straight to your bedroom.

"Y/n wait" he said with a sleepy voice, following me. "Can we talk? Please?" I wasn't looking at him, taking my coat and shoes off, but I knew he was staring into my soul with his puppy eyes.

"We already talked before" I said, still not looking at him.

"Cariño, please, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be like that, it's out of my control"

"We talk about everything Pedro" I turned to finally look at him "there's nothing too weird or too messed up, you know that, why didn't you tell me about it as soon as you started to feel like that?"

"I don't know! I didn't want to pressure you, or make you feel like I wasn't trusting you" he sighed

"I know that you trust me, and to reassure you, it's hard for me too! Seeing all these women worshiping you"

"I'm so sorry" he said "I know I shouldn't act like that, but I'm trying my best, I swear" he stepped closer to me "and maybe.. you could teach me how not to be jealous?" he joked, which made me laugh a little bit.

"but you hurt me today Pedro, you need to tell me how you feel before it gets too much" I stared at him

"Yes, I promise I will"

"Come here" I said, moving to hug him. He held me tight.

"I don't want to lose you"

"You won't Pedro, you know too much" we both laughed. We parted.

"I guess that was lesson number one" Pedro joked. We laughed again.

"Be careful, I can charge a lot for my lessons"

"It's worth it" he said before kissing me.

We both went to bed very exhausted. Today was a rollercoaster of emotions. Tomorrow will be better.

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tbh whenever i think about ur tiktok saga i think about how erica’s a senator and how to everyone else in the party she’s literally their baby sister?? like she’s the youngest of all the kids and was in grade school for ALLLL of the upside down stuff, and like yes. she is now a full blown adult with a VERY important job and a lot of power and influence. but in my heart of hearts i think that steve has seen her as “the baby” for so long that by the time she’s an adult and making moves it’s just. she’s still the youngest of the pack, forever the baby sister, only holly comes close to competing except holly wasn’t involved in any of the stuff and so is family but not Party. and i just think about eddie filming steve getting all excited and cleaning their house and baking with captions like “the baby is coming to visit and mama bear cannot wait” and the thought of like. their fans’ curiousity and confusion around WHO is this person who steve is so excited to see??? what baby??? and then the absolute anarchy that follows eddie posting a video of US senator erica sinclair petting ozzy in her pantsuit with a caption like “the og baby & the oz baby”

Steve is proud of all of the kids but there is a special place in his heart for The Scoops Troop. You spend all night in a funky Russian elevator and you’re bonded for life, and that’s just how it is. Steve always knew that Dustin and Erica were going to accomplish everything that they set their minds to, but he is so ridiculously proud to see it happen.

It’s kind of embarrassing sometimes.

They don’t even live in Indiana anymore, but Steve will still stick one of her signs in their front yard. He films her political ads when they air on tv and then play them for people. Steve’s not very political but he does watch Erica’s debates and the only person tearing apart her opponents more than him is Erica.

Erica started her career as a Republican but switched parties when her values (and competency) no longer aligned with the shambles that is the Republican party. Everybody was saying that she was not going to win her re-election, but Steve never doubted it and Erica won.

Sometimes one of those smear campaign websites will run an article about how Erica can’t keep her assistants and it’ll use a picture of Erica out to lunch with Steve. In the photo, he’s holding her briefcase, her files, her sunglasses, and her coffee while she looks for something in her purse.

Erica’s just like ????? “That’s my dad.”

Erica still to this day refers to Steve as the only bitch she’s ever respected.

I absolutely love the idea of Eddie filming Steve be all excited that their kid is coming home for the first time in FOUR months and then later it’s Steve full picking US Senator Erica Sinclair off the ground to hug her and then Steve is getting her ice cream because he does uphold his promise as best he can.

#I think Erica would have been a republican but a republican that supported gay marriage and then switched parties when Trump ran #Steve votes but pretty much only for people Eddie and Robin tell him to vote for because he doesn’t really follow politics #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #Erica Sinclair

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Miss Sunflower

Pairing : Kyle “ Gaz” Garrick x F!reader Summary: Gaz and you started long distance… friendship? Sequel to Miss Sunshine

Warning: M theme.

Gaz route for my Mini MacTavish verse, I just love the photo of Elliot Knight big cute smile! As always, Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “ Mini” from her story. <3 Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish” !

“Masterlist” for other stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Gaz gasped and dropped his phone.

“Everything Ok?” Soap asked as he started bending down to pick up the phone for him. Gaz was quicker to snatch the phone off the floor.

“ No, yes. All good. Um, Price wants me to see me in his office, I’ll talk to you later.” Gaz made a quick retreat from the common room, ducking towards the opposite direction of the office, leaving a very confused Soap behind, while pointing to Price, who is currently sitting by the window, chatting to Ghost.

He can’t let Soap see what was on his phone.

Not that it’s some risque picture or anything. Well. Not quite. But it’s a selfie picture of you, in a beautiful sunflower pattern dress, LOW CUT DRESS, wearing a cap very similar to his, except with a St Andrew’s cross instead of Union jack on it. That beautiful smile again.

“ Look what I found! Now we have matching cap :) Well, I can’t get a Union Jack one otherwise Johnny will be angry with me.” you wrote in the caption.

Your brother will kill me. Gaz thought.

He wasn’t quite sure if it was the alcohol that did the talking when you slipped him the phone number that night. Took him a week of self-deliberation to finally summon up the courage to text you. Your response was immediate. Which gave him great relief. It was a start of blossoming friendship, constant messaging back and forth, occasional phone calls when he is in the privacy of his own room back at the base.

He started sending you photos of all the places he has been to on mission, letting you travel through him, all stemmed from you complaining one day;

“ I am very envious of Johnny and you boys.. Getting to travel all over the world.. Sorry I know it's to war zones... But I have never stepped outside of The British isle before.. Ma claims she took us to France once, but I don’t remember a thing. I was only one year old!”

How he wishes he can take you with him, by his side, showing you the famous sites of the world. Reality is a bitch. He is always out for work, not pleasure. Saving the world, just like the superheroes. You teased him once.

In return, you update him about little tidbits of your life, what happened at work, the new ER doctor everyone is drooling over, (he denies a burn of jealousy rising when heard about it), little gossips you heard, new food you tried out. “Sorry my life is boring compared to yours.” Gaz loves it though. It gives him a sense of normalcy amongst the blood sheds and killings, and getting to know you more. What your favourite foods are, your irks. Even though you two haven’t met again physically after that night, he always feels he is close to you, by heart.

He loves hearing your voice just before they had to go dark for missions. Even with the time differences, you will always answer his message, picking up the call.

“Stay safe please.” That whisper of yours. Always laced with sadness.

“I will.” I will stay alive. To come back to you. He wanted to say.

Where is the relationship at? You two never discuss it. The feeling of trapping in this friendzone, both of you waiting for each other to step over that little boundary line, to finally take the relationship into the next phase. He’s been with other people before. But no one else ever makes him so nervous like a teenager again. What is stopping him from making the move? Wrath of Soap? Not wanting to disturb the peace of the team, jeopardising missions. Or people are going to judge him for going after his friend’s younger sister?

Or people are going to call him selfish, for leading you on, entering into a relationship that is heading to a tragic end, with a high possibility that he might not return from mission one day, leaving you heartbroken.

Or he is just finding excuses, because he is damn scared. Scared of your rejection, and losing you entirely.

He just can’t help it. He is falling more and more for you. He wants to confess to you. His Miss Sunflower.

“Come on Mini, I dare you, send him the picture! Maybe he will finally make a move on you.”

“But… but… isn’t this showing a bit too much of my…. this…..”“ OH hush, you look very cute in that dress. DO IT.”

Gaz ran back to his room afterwards, trying to dispel any ungentlemanly thoughts out of his brain. Failed miserably.

I seriously suck at writing long chapters, I think short little bits really suit me. Thank you for reading, comments and reblogs always appreciated :)

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#kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x female reader #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #gaz need more love #gaz garrick x reader #no use of y/n

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inspired by @izzyspussy’s prompt. hope u dont mind?? lol also tw for mention of james tartt. yknow how it is — also im thinking this takes place around the start of the season after the show ends 💚 but also (thanks nonny!) just pretend eras tour came out 2021 and barbie came out 2022 and not. now LOL

It starts as less than a handful of Tweets. Honestly, Jamie laughs at the first one, then scrolls by and completely misses the rest. And then he sees a group of lads donning West Ham merch pointing at him while on his morning run (sans Roy, who had to bow out due to a cold, the dick . . . Jamie's planning on picking him up breakfast) and whispering — but not quiet enough — that the Barbie has escaped his box. The Tweets (and comments and replies and DMs) appear more frequently after that.

The pictures of him in his pink tracksuit, tied to Roy’s bike, are passed around again. This time not by his loyal fans who begged for proper HD pics from him and thought he looked good as hell, but by the ones who call him Barbie and think his hair is blond and dumb and that he is just a dumb blond who isn’t even that good at football. At least that last bit could be easily refuted by his stats. He’s damn good at his job, and he knows it.

He doesn’t say anything about it, however, until they’re in the locker room after training, and Isaac huffs at something while looking at his phone. Jamie glances over to see him angling the screen toward him. “They’re callin’ you Barbie, bruv.”

Isaac is a really good friend, like, the best a guy could ask for. But Jamie kind of doesn’t want to think about this. “Yeah, I saw. It’s a compliment, innit? And kind of fittin’. I’m perfect, I’m everything. I am Barbie, ain’t I?”

At his easy dismissal, Isaac brightens up, grinning, and Jamie grins back. He finds the Tweet he was shown and posts a good selfie he took a few days ago, captioning it, I am everything. You wanna be Ken? It’s a bit stupid, but the insult is stupid too, so he thinks he’s allowed it.

The thing is — he wants to be unbothered by the nickname. The Barbie movie was fucking awesome, and though he’s still on thin ice with Keeley, even after their strictly-business trip to Brazil, they put aside their differences . . . that is, they put aside Jamie’s fuck-up to go and watch one of the screenings together. Yeah. It was fucking awesome. And he loves women. Like, major respect.

But the condemnations of the word are a knife’s edge away from a whiskey-tinged voice hissing soft and little bitch in his ear, and Jamie really can’t fucking deal with that right now. And he had gone and seen James in rehab, just for a couple hours, and he doesn’t regret going and seeing him, and he actually thinks it’s fucking mint the man’s getting help. He even enjoyed going through the old photos of his grandparents and James as a baby and even some of his own photos, when his mum looked a little less tired and he wasn’t afraid to smile too brightly. And in rehab, James is given limited Internet time, so the chances of him seeing the insults, seeing Jamie being called a girls’ toy, something pretty and pink, are small, and even if he does see, what can he do? They won’t just let him leave while obviously on some rampage.

It’s not like Jamie plans on going back to the man any time soon anyway. He’s not James Tartt’s anything. They just share a name. So what?

Jamie jumps at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. He pockets his phone (his Quote Tweet is now at twenty thousand likes and counting), and when he turns, it’s Roy, staring at him with those impossibly dark eyes and wild brows that make them even darker.

“Hi, coach,” he says with a grin.

Roy grunts back.

Jamie stays still for another second before blinking. “Got any wisdom for me?”

The other guys have begun to clear out, and now it’s just them and Beard still in the coaches’ office. And Will, who seems to be some metaphor for God, the way he’s always around, not even lurking, just . . . around.

Finally, Roy says, “Good pass. Don’t be late tomorrow.”

It’s so unbearably Roy that it makes Jamie sick. It also suggests there’s more he’s not saying, but Jamie isn’t sure what. He doesn’t push, however, just salutes him. “‘Course, coach,” he leans back on his heels, “dark and early, yeah?”

Roy nods, then pivots and mechanically goes back to the office. Jamie watches him go before turning and gathering his things. As he packs, he can practically feel Roy’s eyes on his back, but he knows when he turns, both him and Beard will be staring down at things on their desks. Whatever.

Jamie doesn’t run into anyone on his way out, and he’s grateful, taking a breath when he gets in his car then speeding off. He feels itchy under his skin, like when his foot falls asleep but the sensation is all over his body, and he kind of regrets leaving Nelson Road because he thinks running a few extra laps up and down the pitch would soothe him, if only a little bit. Despite this, when he gets home, he just gets out of his car and goes inside. It’s not that he’s worried about a repeat of his solo jog that one morning. It’s just really hot outside, what with it being late July and all, and he just showered, like, thirty minutes ago.

Every time a notification goes off on his phone, his stomach flips in a really awful way. Jamie turns off his phone.

Maybe now that he’s said something, it’ll die down. Since he’s made it clear he’s not bothered by it, that he can take whatever they give, they’ll stop.

And then, the first match of the season, Jamie walks onto the pitch, and a familiar song starts up. It’s not his song — but it’s certainly for him.

“Are they singing . . . ‘Barbie Girl’?” Colin asks from behind him.

“And changing the pronoun to ‘he’,” Jan adds, helpful as ever.

Jamie catches sight of one of the cameras recording the match, grins and sticks out his tongue, and when he looks to the opposing fans’ side, he even gives a little bow. Just for them. He thinks about something Lasso said to him once about bullying, after he stopped being a dick to Nate and asked why Ted never stepped in. Acknowledging it almost always makes it worse. Sorry that Jamie had believed in the ‘almost’.

;

After getting booted from Keeley’s and after a dinner at a kebab place that Jamie knows is good because Roy didn’t actually make him sit and watch — he picked bits of lamb from the skewer and placed them on the napkin in front of Jamie without a word — it’s not unusual for him and Roy to get dinner together. Sometimes it’s just them at Roy’s, who’s a better cook than his mum but not better than Simon, and sometimes it’ll be at a pub, and sometimes they’ll go to a restaurant. It was with ruddy cheeks that Roy admitted the kebab shop was like his church, but Jamie wasn’t judging. He thinks he understood the ecstasy of St Theresa after a bite of that lamb.

Tonight, however, Roy drops Jamie off at his place, and then parks the car and follows him in.

“Uh,” Jamie says when Roy stands in the entryway, a hand behind his back, posture stiff, “can I help you?”

“Go to your room,” Roy replies, and Jamie’s eyes go wide, and he says, “O-kay, Daddy,” before he backtracks, but Roy is backtracking too. “I mean, go somewhere that isn’t behind me or the kitchen.”

Jamie’s mouth drops into an ‘o’. “Right. Okay. I’ll just go to the living room, then.”

Roy nods, and Jamie walks slowly to the couch, backwards so he can watch Roy watching him.

He manages to sit still on his couch for a good two minutes, listening to Roy clattering about his kitchen, before he hops up and goes to sit at his dining table instead. It’s there that he sees a paper bag, and it takes everything in him not to peek into it. At the sound of the chair scraping against the floor, Roy leans back from where he’d had his head stuck in Jamie’s fridge, and he turns to look back at Jamie, who smiles innocently at him. He even waggles his fingers in a wave for good measure.

Roy rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling, so Jamie thinks it’s fine, and he doesn’t think about how good it feels to be the one behind Roy Kent’s smile. Roy goes back to rummaging through the fridge.

Eventually, Jamie gets roped into helping out, but all his complaints are customary, and he thinks if he had allowed himself — if he had been allowed — to dream about domesticity, this is exactly how it would’ve been. Right down to the celebrity footballer. It’s kind of perfect.

Then, Jamie’s phone goes off.

It’s his news app, which he keeps forgetting to turn off the notifications for, and it irritates him every time, but especially when he actually clicks the notification ‘cause the story looks interesting, only to find out he’s somehow already used up his articles for the month, and would he please be willing to spare a few pounds every month for more? In theory, yes, he is willing. In practice . . . he has other places to put his money.

That being said, the irritation he feels then is nothing compared to the humiliation he feels now, reading the headline: This Barbie is a Footballer: AFC Richmond Jamie Tartt’s new song.

Roy is turned the other way, so luckily, he can’t see the way Jamie’s smile immediately drops from his face. This shit isn’t even important! It’s just some stupid fan war mess, the opponents’ fans trying to get in his head, and it’s not fucking working, alright? He doesn’t care. He’s just embarrassed that it’s apparently made the news. It’s really not a big deal.

When he looks up from his phone, Roy is looking at him. Jamie swallows.

“It’s nothin’,” he tells him. “Just some politician, saying some stupid thing. Sam sent it to me to rant.”

Roy nods, but he looks like he doesn’t believe him. Jamie’s voice had wavered in the middle, so he doesn’t believe himself either. But he still doesn’t budge, just leans back against the counter and waits for Roy to either turn away or say something in return. Roy turns away. Over his shoulder, he says, “I have something for you after we eat.”

“Whatever’s in the bag?” Jamie asks. Roy grunts. “Is it concert tickets? Am I goin’ to see Taylor fucking Swift? The bag’s just to throw me off, obviously.”

“Fuck no,” Roy’s response is, pun intended, swift and immediate. Jamie grins. “You’ll see later. Just . . . wait.”

Jamie groans. “Fine. But it better be good, since you got me all excited for the concert.”

Roy gives him a stern glare. Jamie puts his hands up, then gets back to washing the dishes they’re done using.

All throughout their meal, Jamie struggles to sit still, and his eyes, without fail, return to the bag. It becomes enough of a problem that Roy takes the bag and hides it in his lap, but Jamie’s no coward, so his gaze still wanders to — well.

“The quicker you finish eating, the sooner you get to see it,” Roy growls out around his own mouthful of salmon and quinoa (Jamie was surprised he had those things in his freezer and cupboard too, but it made a damn good meal, so he’s not complaining).

Jamie grows a lot more focussed after that, and he’s done within minutes — nay, seconds. Roy raises his eyebrows in approval. Jamie licks the leftover glaze for the salmon off his fork for good measure. Roy looks down at his plate.

Once Roy finishes eating, the paper bag makes its triumphant return, Roy setting it between them. He nods his head at it, and Jamie takes it quickly, before the other can change his mind and take it back.

He doesn’t expect what he pulls out, but he feels like he should. He looks between the Barbie and Roy, who’s staring at Jamie with a gaze so intense Jamie worries he might burn up from it. If this had been bestowed to him any time the year before, especially from Roy, he’d think it a continuation of the insult. But all he feels right now is laughter, the weight in his stomach turning into something bubbly and light that works its way up his throat and past his lips. Slowly — because he’s out of practice, the old fart — Roy begins to smile back.

The stupid fucking made-to-move soccer Barbie is even wearing an England kit, and when Jamie turns her around, he grins at the number and name on the back.

“You fucking dick,” he says, the words coming out as a hiss through his teeth, that’s how hard he’s grinning.

“You’re Jamie fucking Tartt,” Roy replies, and Jamie wishes he had a word to describe the look the other was sending him, but the best he can do is say how it makes him feel — really fucking good; like nothing could ever hurt him; like there is no one else in the world but the two of them; like he could go win the World Cup, the FA Cup, all the Leagues, every award in the football world, and not break a single sweat. It makes him feel a lot like he’s in love.

Roy’s not done: “You are everything. Who gives a shit if some pricks call you Barbie? You fucking own it, Jamie. You are every-fucking-thing, and they’re not even Ken.”

And Jamie will make fun of him for it later, that he’s more than aware of the movie’s tagline, but at the moment, he’s clutching the Barbie to his chest like a lifeline, and he feels a sting behind his eyes, like tears are threatening to spill, and his cheeks hurt with how hard he’s smiling.

Roy clears his throat. “Phoebe said there are ways you can change the hair, but . . . don’t use heat. It’s plastic. You can cut it or dye it fucking . . . walnut haze or whatever.”

Jamie doesn’t even correct him that it’s walnut mist. He’s close enough.

He gives the doll one last squeeze. “Thanks, Roy, I mean it.”

Roy doesn’t reply, just gives a grunt and nods his head. That’s alright too. Jamie looks down at the doll again, then leans back in his seat. He holds it up to his face, angles her head so they’re cheek-to-cheek more or less.

“Like twins, ain’t we?”

And Jamie wonders if maybe there were something in the food, or maybe in their drinks, because it seems like Roy can’t stop smiling either.

;

The opposing fans are at it again. Jamie sees Roy glance back at him and grins. He considers mouthing all good, coach, but he’s more interested in using one arm to wave and the other to hold his Barbie up the same way he had when it was just him and Roy, teeth bared all the while. The crowd goes wild, of course.

He’s Jamie fucking Tartt. He’s everything. Of course no one is going to think of him as just Ken — that’s just ridiculous.

in case you can’t tell “condemnations” is supposed to be “connotations”. ily jamieisms 💚 also i wrote this rly fast on my phone so sorry & now on ao3 if u'd prefer to read it there ✌️

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velvetstreets · 2 years

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SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY PT. 3

I Wanna See Some Ass/Cyber Sex

A/N: PART 3 omg I had no motivation for so long but I’m finally back in the swing of things! THANK YOU SEAL @jackharlowsbabe for helping conceptualize a certain rapper’s appearance 👀 🙇🏽‍♀️🫶. Anyways, pls enjoy 🤍

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing, overstimulation.

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Jack’s POV

It was 10am when Jack woke up the next morning; the sun peeked through the shades as Jack felt the warmth on his skin. Slowly opening his eyes, he grinned at the thought of last night - particularly, you.

The grin that was plastered on his face quickly dropped as he turned his head and saw the empty bed. He knew you wouldn’t stay -you didn’t seem like the type - but deep down a part of him hoped to see your face next to his when he woke up. Before he got the chance to sulk, he noticed the white paper with a scribbled note on the bedside table.

Text me. - Cin. Read the note with your number scribbled on it. Jack couldn’t help but grin widely, knowing that some part of you wanted to see him again, and soon. He grabbed his phone and put your number in, halting as he tried to figure out what to text you.

Jack: so I guess the piano playing comment didn’t work well enough to keep you next to me through the night :(

Cin: if you think one lil’ comment like that was enough for me to stay, you’re gonna burn out quick with me. Anyways, it got you my number didn’t it? 🤔

Jack: And I couldn’t be more grateful, gives me more opportunities to show you how well you deserve to be treated. We can start by dinner, tonight? If you’re free that is 😌

Jack subconsciously chewed on his lip as he saw you typing, nervous about your response.

Cin: Can’t tonight lover boy, I’m working.

Jack sighed, he knew he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, he couldn’t expect someone like you to just drop everything instantly - you had a job and a life.

Cin: but how about Sunday? I’m free then

He couldn’t help but let the giant grin spread on his face as he felt excitement run though his body. He was worried about scaring you off, but it seems as if you liked him more than he anticipated - which was a relief in Jack’s eyes.

Jack: Sunday’s perfect. I’ll pick you up at 8. See you then beautiful 💜.

Jack smiled to himself as you hearted his message, and started to plan for your date.

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Cin’s POV

It was now Friday; a little over 2 months after you had your date with Jack, and things were going well. He had taken you to a lowkey Italian spot - not too fancy as he knew you felt uncomfortable, but not as plain of a date as fast food. You went on a few more dates (and hookups 👀) and you started to feel more comfortable around him. You could laugh and relax around him - something you hadn’t let yourself do for anyone for a while. Jack was a total gentleman - he was smooth and filled with confidence; but not too much to the point he came off arrogant. He spoke to you so loving and tenderly, it shouldn’t have surprised you since you continuously called him ‘lover boy’, but it did. You and Jack had been texting frequently; some texts more explicit than others, but you liked how smooth and quick-on-his feet he was. However, you did like to catch him off guard every so often - like right now.

You snapped a picture in one of the mirrors of the club changing room and sent it to him captioning it with:

“How do I look? Bout to head to the stage 🥺”.

You wore a fish-netted one-piece that left nothing to onlookers imagination; the fabric laid perfectly against your skin, contouring your shape seamlessly, your ass and back on full display except for the thin string that held your tits up.

You giggled to yourself as you saw the three dots pop up, signifying Jack had now seen the picture; patiently waiting for his response.

Jack: Fuck ma… don’t tease me like this

Imma rip into that stupid fit when I see you later.. y’pretty much asking to be punished - letting everyone see what’s mine.

Cin: Not yours, remember? 🤔

Jack: Hmmm, you say that, but I’m the one who gets to take you home every night 😤. But you look amazing, go kill it mamas. I’ll see you in a few hours yeah? 💜

Cin: see you soon lover boy 😘.

You grinned as you locked your phone and put it in your locker. You shut the small door and held back a yelp, startled as Ivy stood leaning against the rest of the lockers with a knowing look on her face.

“What?” You sighed.

“You’re getting attached. You like him!”

“I do NOT, he’s just a good time, nothing serious.”

“Mmhmm, sure Cin, look all I’m saying is either give into him completely and let yourself be vulnerable; OR, cut him off soon, before it’s too late and it gets messy.” She said in an honest tone. You knew she was right, but that didn’t mean you wanted to hear it.

“It’s cool V, I got this on lock I promise. Stop worrying.” You groaned, adding a few final touches to your makeup in the mirror.

“You know I worry because I care about you babes.” Ivy said, coming over to you with a soft smile and hugging you from behind.

“I know, and I appreciate it, really. But I’m a big girl, I know what I’m doing.” You said with a convincing smile. You were a little weary about your situation with Jack, you didn’t completely know what you were doing, but you weren’t gonna let that stress you out. You could handle your own shit, this was nothing new.

Ivy gave you a light squeeze and a kiss to your cheek before you headed out to the stage. Stepping behind the curtain, you waited for Scarlet to announce you and for the music to start. Stepping out onto the stage, all eyes were on you. Your soft tan skin gleamed in the light as you began to bend down and dance; money immediately being thrown your way.

You continued to dance your routine for a while, loving the attention on you, before you caught a familiar eye.

It was none other than champagnepapi himself, King of the 6 - Drake. He shot you a smirk and a wink as you shook your head with a smile.

You and Drake had slight history, he had taken a liking to you a couple years ago, and the two of you had a small fling but ended it unanimously - and now he was a good friend who came to see you every once in a while.

Once your set ended, you walked off stage and into the floor, with none other than the 6 God walking over to greet you himself.

“Sinful Cin, it’s good to see you again, beautiful.” Drake said in his velvety tone, bringing you in for a sweet hug.

“If it ain’t The Boy himself; what’re you doing here? You’re way too famous now to be hangin’ round here anymore. Don’t you have more important things to do?” You joked, still in his embrace as you both pulled away from the hug.

“Nothing’s ever too important for me not to come and see your sweet face, Cin.” Drake flashed a smile, his diamond implant shining and showcasing his wealth in a minimalistic way.

“Shut up, your ass is so annoying.” You laughed, lightly slapping his chest, as he laughed with you and brought you closer into his chest.

“What, I can’t come around and show my love anymore?”

“Of course you can, Certified Lover Boy.” Drake rolled his eyes playfully at you as you smirked at your pun.

“That’s what they call me. What’re you doing after your shift? You free?” He asked, his hand now on your lower back; respectful as always with a slight hint of sexual familiarity as you felt the heat radiate from his hand.

“Maybe, we’ll see.” You said, dancing around his question. Jack was supposed to pick you up after your shift if he could get out of the studio in time, but you didn’t know when that would be. You knew Jack would be annoyed if he found out you wanted to go hang with Drake, especially since they were friends, but you didn’t owe him any explanation. You were your own woman, Jack hadn’t claimed you, and you didn’t want to be claimed right now. Or that’s what you told yourself.

“Okay sweetheart, let me know if you change your mind.” Drake said, kissing your forehead and going back to sit with his entourage, letting you get back to work. As the hours passed, you did a few private dances for some regulars and a few newbies, before Jack entered the club. You sat down drinks that people at Drake’s table had ordered as Jack made his way over to you.

“Hey baby-“ Jack started to say before he was cut off by Drake’s presence.

“Jackie Boy!! How are you mi brudda?” Drake said, pulling Jack into a bro hug.

“Aye man.. things are great, what are you doing here?” Jack questioned, his demeanor calm and friendly, but the way he looked between you and Drake told you he was suspicious.

“I’m in town recording some new stuff… and to visit my favorite girl Cin.” Drake chuckled, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Oh y’all know eachother?” Jack’s eyes flashed to yours.

“We go way back, don’t we Cin?” Drake smiled, unaware of the tension present.

“Yeah, we do.” You quipped. The way Jack’s jaw tightened and his tongue poked against his cheek made you laugh inwardly. You weren’t exactly lying, you and Drake did go way back, and although you weren’t a thing anymore, you decided to let Jack fill in the blanks himself to determine what the nature of your relationship with Drake was.

“Come sit with us-“ Drake insisted. Jack politely declined, but Drake wasn’t one to let up easily. He finally convinced Jack to sit with them, but not before he bent down to whisper in your ear.

“Private room Cin? Wanna get some alone time with you before someone else steals you away.”

You nodded at him and took his hand. As you led the way, you caught Jack’s eye as he kept his stare on you; his hand gripping the glass in his hand tightly, you thought it might break.

You disappeared behind the curtains, and walked Drake into a room, sitting him down as you started to dance. You did your routine, with Drake making slight sexual comments, and a few jokes - lightening the atmosphere between the two of you. When you were done, the two of you walked out and Drake handed you a stack of cash, pulling you in for another side hug and kissed your forehead. You felt Jack’s stare burning through the side of your head as you temporarily said bye to Drake, walking to the back to get ready for your second set of the night. You walked onto the stage, showcasing a new routine you had been working on. The way you danced and moved up and down the pole had the audience mesmerized; stacks of cash being thrown in the air your way. There were always big spenders at the club, but Drake was something different. He blew stacks on stacks on stacks when he came to see you. The entire stage was flooded with his cash, and you couldn’t help but revel in the glorious feeling of money and attention.

Jack on the other hand, was furious. He hated seeing you this excited and happy dancing around in someone else’s money; especially when it was a close friend like Drake; you were taunting him. He knew it, but it didn’t make him any less jealous. Despite his feelings of jealousy, Jack couldn’t help feel conflicted, as he couldn’t ignore the growing arousal in his pants as his eyes never left your enticing figure. He was gonna have to put you in your place.

When you finished your routine and were picking up the last few bills on the stage, Drake came up and handed you 2 more stacks. As you took them from him, he held your hand and brought it up to his lips, giving a gentle kiss.

“I gotta dip angel, but I promise I won’t go that long again without seeing you. Be safe, see you soon.” Drake said before kissing your cheek and nodding to his crew that they would now leave.

You watched as Jack stood up to say goodbye to everyone, his eyes drifting back to yours every other second. He made his way through the club floor, meeting you at the door once you walked off the stage and had gathered your things.

“Hi, Jack.”

“You done with your shift?” He asked in what appeared to be a calm tone, but you knew he was holding himself back since he was in a public setting. You nodded and bit your lip looking at him.

“Good. Car, now.” He said sternly, taking your hand in his and dragging you out the club.

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“-fuckfuckfuckfuck, nngh- Jack!” You moaned loudly as Jack fucked you into the cash covered mattress.

Jack was upset with you, more than upset- for relishing in Drake’s attention and the money he spent on you. In fact, he was so bothered, he took out duffel bags full of cash while you were in the private room with Drake, planning your punishment.

When he dragged you into his apartment and into his room, he threw the bags on the bed and emptied them fully, claiming that if you wanted or needed money, that you come to HIM, and no one else.

“Oh now you wanna pay attention to me baby? Looked like you were having too much fun with him to even remember me. Tell me princess, can he fuck you like this?” Jack said, taunting you.

His hips slammed against your ass, one hand gripping your hip so tight that there would for sure be bruises in the morning, the other pressing against your spine. Sweat slid down your spine tattoo, which drove Jack crazy. His dick thrusted into you at a delicious pace, you could barely form words to answer him.

“Awww, this dick making you speechless huh ma? I asked you a fuckin’ question.” Jack ordered.

“N-no, h-he couldn’t, only you Jack, only you.” You whined into the sheets.

“Who got you this wet? Who’s the one who’s got you screaming every night? Who’s making you feel this fuckin’ good?

“You baby,- oh god, just like that-“ you babbled, fisting the sheets as tears of pleasure started to slip from your eyes.

“Yeah? Then why give him all your attention? Don’t I take care of this pussy well enough?” Jack questioned, pulling you by your hair so your back was flush against his chest; his lips coming right next to your ear as he fucked up into you at piston speed. All you could do was let out cries and moans of pleasure, not trusting your voice to have the capacity to respond.

“I’m the only man who’s allowed to spend that much money on you. Only me. Y’got that, baby?” Jack said sternly, turning your head toward his to bring you into a sloppy, needy kiss before encouragingly pushing you back down to the mattress.

“Yes Jack, fuck yes, so good, so so good-“ you moaned. The sound of your pussy squelching echoed against the walls, causing Jack to smirk. He reached a hand around you, and pressed against your lower abdomen.

“Y’feel me princess? Taking this dick so well, such a good girl f’me.” Jack praised. The juxtaposition of his jealous stern attitude now switching to praise made your head spin, you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“J-Jack, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, it’s too much-“ you cried out.

Jack then started to rub your clit, the overstimulation sending you into overdrive. Tears spilled from your eyes as you came hard, a pornographic moan escaping you as your walls squeezed around Jack’s cock.

“There you go, my good girl.”

You attempted to push his hand away from you clit, but Jack’s fingers stayed rubbing you, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

“You can take it angel, doin so well for me, fuck you feel so good Cin, so fuckin’ good.” Jack continued, his high approaching.

“Cum for me baby.” You moaned out, clenching your walls, you wanted him to feel as high as you did right now.

Those four words were more than enough for Jack as he pulled out and came on your lower back and ass, and falling into the sheets next to you. He slung his arm over your waist, pulling you closer to him as he tried to calm his breathing. You smiled at him, and he let out a laugh.

“Fuck, that was hot.” You told him.

“Fuck yeah it was.” He breathed out.

“Didn’t know you were one to be possessive, Harlow.” You smirked at him.

He turned on his back and pulled you onto his chest.

“Oh I’m very serious about what’s mine and important to me.” He grinned at you.

“And I wasn’t kidding. If anyone’s gonna spend bags on you, it’s me. Not Drake, not no one. Me.” He said in a gentle yet firm tone.

“Okay?” He asked.

“Okay.” You grinned and nodded.

“Stay the night?”

“Jack-“ you started.

“I know, I know. I don’t care though, I’ll never stop asking.” He smiled and winked at you.

“Stay until I fall asleep at least?” He countered.

“Mhmmm.” You nodded and cuddled into him.

Soon enough you felt his body relax into you and soft snores escaped his lips.

You laid and stared at his face, admiring his features.

“…. I like you.” You whispered, finally admitting it to yourself. You lightly kissed his nose before slipping out of his hold and putting your clothes back on. Closing his front door, you smiled to yourself before slipping out into the night.

To be continued…

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lnfours · 10 months

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summer loving (eleven) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3.8k

⌙ warnings: this chapter kind of jumps around a lot, but it’s a fun one. mentions of drinking, a little bit of language, a hint to smut if you squint, and just pure fluff. im crying rn. i love these two so much. only one more chapter to go 🥺

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter ten ⎸ chapter twelve ⎸ listen

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before you knew it, you were back in new york city. back in the city that no longer felt like home. nothing felt the same as being with tom, in london, your new home.

before you left, he made sure to help you with getting started on the citizenship process. it took longer than you both thought, but you knew it’d be worth it. all the time it would take would pay off as soon as you were back with tom.

you were back in your room, your unwritten final essay doc untouched. you had to write a personal essay about something that made a surprisingly positive impact on your life, something that was unexpected but it made your life better. you had been staring at the doc for what seemed like hours, trying your hardest to think of something that’s happened that would make a good 2,000 word essay.

you huffed, taking defeat as you picked your phone up. you opened your instagram, the notifications popping up at the top bar now becoming a welcoming sight. it had taken a little while, but you had gotten used to it.

you went to the search page and typed in tom’s name, smiling as you clicked on the post he had made a week or so ago. the pictures were from new years eve, the both of you smiling as harry snapped the photos. you were laughing in his arms, head tilted back as he pressed his lips to your cheek. your glass of champagne was resting behind his head with your arms wrapped around his neck, his was sitting in the hand that belonged to the arm wrapped around your waist.

you read over the caption, smiling to yourself as you replayed the memory over and over again in your head;

alexa, play new years day by taylor swift

you laughed at the memory, remembering how you had the song basically on repeat that night and the day after. after the third time you played it through the speaker in the kitchen, he was singing and dancing with you. you even caught a glimpse of him adding it to his spotify playlist.

you had finally talked to shawn about the story he posted and told him about how you were upset over it. he realized he had messed up and apologized, but you told him to give you some space. he agreed to give you space, and the two of you hadn’t talked since.

you didn’t know if it was for better or for worse, but you were back to being content with how your life was going. the unexpected becoming a positive impact.

that’s when it hit you, locking your phone and tossing it down on the mattress beside you. your fingers danced over the keys on the laptop, typing out the introductory sentence to your essay.

i never really expected to fall in love with my best friend, but it became a surprising plot twist in my story that positively impacted my life. a plot twist that i wouldn’t change for the world.

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spring

“we now proudly present to you, the graduating class of 2023.”

you stood with your graduating class, smiling as people clapped and cheered. you swallowed the lump in your throat as you spotted your family in the stands, smiling and waving. you locked eyes with a pair of brown ones, his hands over his mouth as he hollered.

you formed your hands into a heart, putting it up in the air. he did the same gesture back, your heart skipping a beat.

after the ceremony, you found the group and was immediately pulled into a hug by your mother. you laughed, smiling at her as she squeezed you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe.

“my little girl, so grown up!”

you smiled, “i’m always going to be your little girl, mom.”

“i know,” she wiped the tears from under her eyes as she pulled away, your brother next in line for a hug.

“proud of you, kid.” he said and you laughed at the nickname, knowing you’d never outgrow it no matter how old you got. you were always going to be ‘kid’ to your older brother.

the holland family was next, nikki and dom pulling you into a group hug. your heart squeezed as nikki handed you a beautiful bouquet of flowers, “congratulations, honey.”

you thanked them, moving onto the three holland brothers. they all tackled you in a hug, the twins rustling your hair after paddy took off your cap. you laughed with them as they congratulated you, their happiness radiating off of them.

and lastly, it was tom’s turn. you turned to him with a smile as he opened his arms for you. you hugged him tight, your feet being lifted off of the ground as he spun you around in his arms. you laughed into his neck, smiling so big your cheeks started to hurt. you were pretty sure you heard the snap of nikki’s camera in the background, but you didn’t care.

all that mattered right now is that you were finally in his arms.

you pulled away from the hug, running a hand over his short curls, “you were finally able to cut your hair?”

he chuckled, “while i was home, yeah.”

you smiled up at him, everyone softly laughing as they watched the two of you with love-filled eyes.

“i uh, have something for you.” he said, fishing a small box out of his pocket. your heart rate picked up, watching as he fiddled with the box in his hands.

you sent him a questioning look, “what is it?”

he handed the white colored box to you, “open it and find out.”

you took the box from him, trying to hide the fact that your hands were a little bit shaky. you untied the ribbon, lifting the lid to the box. inside sat a silver key.

you looked up at him, tears threatening to spill, “is this…?”

“the key to our house,” he smiled, “i may or may not had put an offer in on that house when you left london back in january. i’ve been keeping it a secret since the middle of february.”

you let a tear fall down your cheek, a smile still on your face. your heart soared. you didn’t know what to say, you were left speechless.

“everything you’ve been shipping to the old house in london the boys have been taking over to the new house. everything's waiting for you, darling.”

you didn’t say anything, just immediately crashed into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he tugged his around your waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible.

your mom stepped in, fishing an envelope from her purse, “and this came for you in the mail at the house this morning.”

you pulled away from tom, grabbing the manilla envelope from your mother. you opened it, fishing out the papers. you quickly scanned over the first sentence.

‘dear ms. y/l/n, congratulations on your uk citizenship!’

you looked around at your family, the people you loved. everything was finally falling into place. everything you ever wanted was coming true right before your eyes.

you were pulled into a group hug by everyone, smiling happily. for once, you felt like everything made sense, like everything happened for a reason.

“can we go get something to eat? i’m starving.” austin’s voice broke through the silence. everyone laughed, pulling away.

“yeah, me too, let’s go.” harry nodded. everyone got ready to leave the ceremony. you felt tom link his arm with yours, a smile still on his lips.

“so, we have to talk about the decorations for the house.”

“whatever you want, love,” he said, “you can paint the walls whatever color you want, put as many fake plants as you want, as many books, i don’t care. whatever makes it feel like home.”

you smiled up at him, “shouldn’t be too hard, then. wherever i’m with you feels like home.”

he squeezed your hand as he happily smiled back at you, “i love you.”

“i love you most,” you smiled, his arm wrapping around your neck as you snaked yours around his waist, pulling you into his side as much as he could, “but now that you mention it, how about navy blue for the master?”

he laughed, “sounds good, baby.”

the next couple of days had flown by. tom helped you pack the remainder of your things into suitcases, and before you knew it, you were handing your key to the landlord. kat was waiting outside for you, her things had been moved out and to her new place in new jersey over the last couple of days. she managed to find a gorgeous house that wasn’t too far from her parents, a great spot to come to if you ever needed a break from london.

it wasn’t until she was pulling up to the doors at the airport that it hit you. you were leaving this place behind and starting a whole new life in london.

a life where you’re madly in love with the boy you had a crush on since you were little. the boy who was the thing you wished for every birthday when you blew out your candles on your cake. the wish on every shooting star, every lucky penny flung into a wishing fountain.

“please, text me when you land.” kat said, hugging you tightly. you smiled into her hair, laughing softly.

“i will, i promise,” you said, “have fun back in jersey. promise me you’ll visit.”

she laughed, “i will, i promise.”

you pulled away, kat shortly pulling tom in for a hug, “and you, please take care of my girl for me.”

he smiled as he gently rubbed her back, “always, i promise.”

she smiled, the two of them pulling apart. you checked the time on your phone, sighing as you grabbed the handle to your suitcase.

“ready, london boy?”

he’s gotten to the nickname by now. silently coming to terms with the fact that you’re never letting it go.

“the question is, are you ready?”

you smiled, “been ready my whole life.”

with one last final goodbye from kat, the two of you headed into the airport. you managed to get through to your gate quicker than you had imagined, the two of you sitting down by the windows. you looked out at the plane, toms hands rubbing your legs as you sat with them draped over his lap.

“you know,” you said, catching his attention from his phone, “i never thought i’d actually be moving to a whole different country.”

he smiled, “and better yet, you get to live with the most handsome man in london.”

you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder, “tom hiddleston is moving in with us?”

he snorted next to you, “ha ha, very funny.”

you smiled, leaning your chin on his shoulder. he looked down at you, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, a soft one, but it was filled with so much love.

“you know, now that we live together we can do whatever we want, when we want.”

you smiled as his nose brushed against yours, “keep your head out of the gutter, holland.”

he pressed a kiss to your nose, “c’mon, you don’t want to break in the new furniture with me?”

you laughed as he smiled, pushing his head away, “you’re disgusting!”

“i didn’t hear you complaining last night when i was-“

“now boarding group a on flight 338 for direct service to london.”

you smiled, “would you look at that? that’s our group.”

he got up with you, grabbing your things as you made your way into the line, “we’re not done with this conversation.”

you giggled, handing your passport and boarding pass to the flight attendant. she smiled at the both of you, letting you through to get onto the plane.

and after what felt like the longest plane ride ever, you were in your new home. the city of london. the city that you never thought you’d be moving to, but couldn’t be happier to start a new life.

the twins, haz, and tuwaine had picked you and tom up from the airport. all the boys made it known they were ecstatic about your arrival, pulling you into tight hugs and complaining about how much tom talked about you while the two of you were away.

and after they dropped you off at your new home, the one that was perfect for the both of you to start this new chapter in, you smiled over at your loving boyfriend.

“race you inside? last one has to pay for dinner.”

you shook your head, “no, i cant. your legs are too long, one step of yours is like two steps for me-“

you cut yourself off and started running towards the front door. he was quick to catch up to you, scooping you up in his arms. he somehow managed to get the suitcases onto the front porch before picking you up bridal style.

“you’re a cheater!” he laughed, unlocking the door. you smiled in his arms as he carried you through the doorway.

“you know you’re supposed to do this when you get married, right?”

his lips turned up in a smile as he shut the door with his foot, “who says this isn’t good practice?”

you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, your hands cradling his face. you smiled as he laid you down on the couch, his body hovering over yours.

“have i told you how stunning you look? especially when i’m on top of you?”

your top teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “personally, i think i look better on top of you.”

he laughed, head dipping down to your neck as his lips ghosted over your skin, “guess there’s only one way to find out.”

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summer

your head laid on top of tom’s bare chest, his fingers brushing over the skin of your leg that you had thrown over him. he was absentmindedly scrolling through the different streaming apps to find something for the both of you to watch.

you had started your job not too long ago, the company welcoming you with open arms. it was better than you could’ve imagined. everything was slotting together like pieces of a puzzle. everything made sense.

your fingers danced along the lines of the indents in his abdomen. you two had been spending most nights tangled up in the sheets, not that either of you were complaining about, of course.

your mind wandered, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the question, “do you ever think about having kids?”

he looked down at you, the shocked expression quickly dissolving as your eyes met his. you knew it was probably too soon to even talk about kids when the two of you werent even married, but you had offically been together for a little over a year now. the conversation had to happen at some point.

right?

he placed the tv remote down on the mattress, giving you all of his undivided attention, “honestly, all the time. i like to think about having little tom and y/ns running around the house.”

you smiled, “how many?”

he shrugged, “how about you? how many kids do you want?”

you thought about it before speaking, “i think three is a bit much,” you said, “two is a good number. that way they’re not lonely growing up.”

he nodded with you, agreeing, “yeah, i want our kids to have siblings. gives me more of an army to keep picking on you with.”

you both laughed as you swatted at his chest. you pressed a kiss in the same spot shortly after, “i know we’re not married yet, but there’s nothing that would make me happier.”

he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, “should we practice some more? just so we know we’re really good at it when the time comes?”

you smirked against his lips, “y’know what they say, holland. practice makes perfect.”

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winter

“can you please tell me where we’re going?” you giggled, holding onto kat’s arm as she led you through the park.

kat had decided to come spend the week in london with you and tom, help you guys put the finishing touches on your new home. it was nice to see her, the both of you picking up right where you left off.

the real reason she was here, unbeknownst to you, was because tom was finally going to propose. he had went over details with kat over facetime one day while you were at work. she had spent the past couple of days helping tom and the others with ‘operation engagement’, as harry called it. she had made appointments for the two of you to get your nails done, even convinced you to buy a really cute dress when the two of you went shopping yesterday.

you didn’t have a clue what was going on. quite oblivious, actually.

she had you cover your eyes, making sure you weren’t peeking as she led you through the park tom had settled on proposing at. there wasn’t anyone around, the sun was stating to set. everything was going perfectly, as it should be.

“nope, you’ll see in a few seconds.”

you huffed impatiently. for some reason you were nervous about the surprise, your heart beating a little faster than usual.

she led you to the walkway, a couple of feet away from tom. harry was off to the side with his camera, recording and ready to take pictures of the memorable moments.

kat looked over at tom, waiting for him to let her know he was ready. once he nodded, she turned to you.

“okay, you can open.”

you uncovered your eyes, immediately falling onto the path of candles that lit the walkway over to tom. you smiled, hand covering your mouth as you turned to kat. she smiled at you, laughing as she pushed on your shoulders.

“just trust me, this is good.”

you walked towards tom, a smile still on your face as he stood in front of you, “you look gorgeous, love.”

“could say the same to you, holland.”

he smiled, fiddling with the velvety box in his pocket as he started his speech, “i remember the first time we met. we were both 5 or 6, it was at the beach house. you were fun, sweet, and threatened any girl who made fun of the mole on my chin.”

you laughed, “i’ll still go beat her ass. that mole was adorable.”

he smiled at you again, “the point is, is that we were destined for each other since the moment we met. wether it was as friends or as partners, we were always meant to be together. one day, i was talking to my mom and i remember her saying to me that she’s always felt that you and i were destined for one another. ever since she laid eyes on you, she knew that you’d end up being apart of the holland family one way or another. and nikki holland is never wrong.”

you laughed as he continued, “i knew i was in love with you when we turned 20. that’s when it really hit me that maybe my mom was right, maybe you and i were supposed to end up together. but whenever i’d feel like it was the right time, something would always come between us. wether it was the other being in a relationship or something going on where i wouldn’t be able to be around because of filming, there was always something that prevented me from showing you how much i loved you. until last summer, even after trying to push you away because of how scared i was, you still stayed. you showed me what love is actually supposed to feel like. showed me that no matter what, you weren’t going anywhere. you and i were like infinity.”

you wiped the tear that was slowly falling down you cheek as he got down on one knee, holding the velvety box in his hand and opening it, showing you a beautiful diamond ring, “so, let’s show everyone else that we’re like infinity and then some. y/n, will you marry me?”

you smiled, immediately nodding your head, “yes. a million times, yes.”

he smiled back up at you as he got back up, slipping the ring out of the box and onto your left ring finger. you sniffled happily as he grabbed your face, kissing you sweetly. kat cheered on from the sidelines, harry snapping pictures before running up to congratulate you.

after helping clean up the scenery for the proposal, you and tom drove back to your house. there were cars parked outside, meaning there were a bunch of people inside waiting for the future mr. and mrs. holland.

once you walked thorough the door, everyone cheered. you laughed, your fingers laced with tom’s as everyone congratulated you. you said your thank yous, finding your mom in the crowd.

you smiled, pulling her into a hug, “i suppose you were in on it, too?”

“of course i was,” she chuckled, pulling away as she brushed a hair from your face, “i’m so happy for you, sweetie.”

“thanks, mom.” you smiled. you moved to your brother next, who gave you a hug and ruffled the top of your head.

you swatted his hands away, laughing as he spoke, “my baby sister is getting married! congratulations, y/n.”

you smiled, “thanks, austin.”

you made your way through the house, giving hugs and being showered with love from everyone who’s been apart of your journey. you walked up to tom, who was with his family. you wrapped your arm around his waist, smiling as nikki’s eyes went large.

“there’s the bride to be!”

she immediately put her drink down and wrapped her arms around you, “i’m so happy for the both of you.”

you smiled, “thank you. for literally everything.”

“you never have to thank me, darling.”

you gave the rest of the hollands hugs, laughing with them before going off to find your group of friends. you smiled as harrison raised his arms, “there’s the happy couple!”

the rest of the group cheered, giving hugs and congratulating you, “thanks, guys. it means a lot.”

“sam, you owe me 20.” harry said.

sam rolled his eyes, fishing out his wallet as you laughed, “you bet on us?”

“no, just tom,” harry said, “i bet him that tom would marry you in the next year, sam said the next two to three, so he lost.”

tom laughed, slinging an arm around you as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “oh, sweet, sweet, brotherly love.”

the rest of the night was filled with happiness and laughter, everything you could’ve wanted. harry even showed you the photos he managed to take, making sure to put a reminder in his phone to send them to you when he got back home.

tuwaine raised his champagne glass, smiling, “cheers to the soon to be mr. and mrs. holland!”

you smiled at tom, the both of you raising your glasses, “cheers!”

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Hello! Would it be okay to request Shimadacest somnophilia? :3 Whoever you choose to be the one awake trying to keep quiet maybe and failing so hard, in the end the sleeping one got woken up and then they ride into the sunrise like a happy married couple 🏇☀️

Only if you're comfortable with that theme ofc!!! Thank you! 💞💞

HI ANON <3

sooo in truth somnophilia isn't something i normally gravitate towards/enjoy, but what you described sounded so fun and it's actually very similar to a scene i wrote for jealous, brother? so this might not be super hardcore but i didn't wanna say no to such a kind & respectful request <3 and because i'd already written one with genji trying and failing to stay quiet, hanzo is up for torture the task this time~ i do hope you enjoy it even if it isn't exactly what you had in mind.

thanks for reaching out and please do send more ideas whenever! take care!! <3

this takes place before genji's death. E-rated.

It's late.

Well, later than usual for Hanzo, whose sleeping habits haven't been decent since father's death. Sojiro made the clan work look easy, the way he had everything under control at all times. Hanzo is learning that keeping it such takes more hours than a day can suffice.

Though there's got to be a limit, he thinks as he shuts down the computer. Pushes up from the chair, stretches; he's too young to have crackly joints, but alas, more time in the office means less time for training and keeping his health in check.

As he exits the room, he unlocks his phone to a dozen messages from Genji. The last one, from about an hour ago, is a picture of himself in front of a mirror. He has a leg propped up on the wall behind it, off frame, so that Hanzo can see the handle of some... toy that's buried in his ass, while his cock is also in the reflection, and it's hard. The caption reads waitin 4 u.

Hanzo sighs as the picture slowly burns into his brain, where it'll most likely remain forever. He really should pay more attention to his phone, shouldn't he.

Well, he turns on his heels and instead of going to his bedroom, he heads towards Genji's. Better late than never is at the tip of his tongue, but when he knocks and steps inside, he finds his brother fast asleep. He looks adorable, a scatter of sex toys around him on the bed, most likely from when he was digging through them, picking which one to tease Hanzo with. Soft and peaceful, and so very handsome, fully naked still.

Hanzo's cock, which had already been incited by the picture, pulses in his pants at the sight. But it's late, very late, and Genji stayed up waiting for him at least until an hour ago, so there is no excuse to wake him up again.

A bitter flavor coats his tongue as he wonders how awful it would be, or how much Genji would hate him if he sat here and touched himself. Something tells him Genji wouldn't hate him at all – in fact, his promiscuous little brother would probably like to know that even when he isn't trying he can affect Hanzo in such away. And Hanzo wonders if that something isn't just his dick, but he's too tired and too worked up to care.

He locks the door and falls onto Genji's bean bag. From this angle he has a gorgeous view of Genji's hole, still loose from when he had the toy inside, and Hanzo can think back to that picture and imagine that it was his cock stretching Genji to this state. Drool threatens to spill down the corner of his mouth at the thought; he can almost taste Genji from memory alone, so long he has spent licking over every inch of his body.

He feels himself sagging into the seat as he begins to jerk himself, relaxing at last after a long day of work. Sure, he wishes these were Genji's hands, or his mouth or his ass, but the smell and the sight of him will do for now. Little breathy moans escape him and Hanzo bites his lips; he has never really been a loud one, but there's something different in the thrill of having to be quiet. Genji stirs, but doesn't wake, and he sighs.

This bedroom evokes so many memories of time spent here, not as kids, but in this new era of their lives. The one where Hanzo comes to Genji for sex as well as everything else, and vice-versa. Drunk nights and sober nights, angry nights and soft nights, laughter and moans and crying and shouting. They've done it all. And flashes of such moments cross his mind, building on his pleasure, on thoughts of how perfect Genji is and how he wishes the whole world could see it, see Genji, see them.

Hanzo comes with a choked groan, gaze snapping upwards the ceiling, his mouth frozen around the sound that he tries to swallow, but can't manage. He fully melts into the bean bag, throwing his head back and just breathing. He could sleep here, he thinks; he shouldn't, but he could. He feels so relaxed. He can't believe he did something as disgusting as jerking off to Genji when he's asleep and unaware, and somehow it felt so good.

Fuck; he thinks he says that out loud. When he finally shuffles to his feet and starts tucking himself in, his eyes slide over to the bed and-

"Was that good for you?" Genji asks. He's turned onto his back now and his face is still marked from sleep, eyes barely open, but he offers that lewd smile that got them into this mess of a relationship, years ago.

Hanzo freezes in place for a second, caught red-handed, but Genji just laughs. "Come here. I've been waiting for you all night."

He reaches out a hand and Hanzo has no choice but to take it, kneeling onto the mattress and shuffling closer to Genji's body.

"You're wearing too much," Genji complains in murmurs, fingers quick to undo the buttons on Hanzo's waistcoat, then his shirt, shoving it all off his body. Hanzo lets him, always does anyways, but for now his mind is foggy with exhaustion and an orgasm and downright guilt. That is, until Genji takes his chin and pulls him into a kiss.

"You're doing it again," he whispers into Hanzo's mouth and Hanzo knows exactly what he means; Genji always says that he gets too much in his own head sometimes, overthinking even the most inconsequential things. He sighs and almost starts an apology, but Genji kisses him again.

Then it's easy to move onto Genji's body, to awkwardly shove down his pants until they're both fully naked and he fits between Genji's parted legs like he belongs there – which he does. It's easy to kiss down his throat and clavicles, and taste the skin that he'd wished so badly to touch mere minutes ago.

"What took you so long?" His voice is a whine or a moan, or something in-between, as Genji rakes his nails up Hanzo's back.

"Work."

"You work too much," the usual complaint. "That was so sexy, Hanzo..."

Now, that second part is unexpected. He pulls back only enough to find Genji's eyes.

"What was?" He asks, frowning.

"That you were touching yourself right there, at the foot of the bed," he breathes and his hands are suddenly all over Hanzo's shoulders, chest, face. "Were you thinking of me?"

Hanzo's cheeks are burning before Genji is even finished with the question. The things Genji feels comfortable saying are so wild to him. But they can talk to each other like that, when no one's listening.

"Who else could I think about?" He clears his throat, blush deepening as he forces himself to add, "After, um. That picture."

Genji chuckles softly and never in Hanzo's whole life has he seen anyone, anything prettier. "You liked that?"

He just nods, so Genji, something cheeky and proud in his eyes, adds, "Got that toy after the first time we slept together and for weeks I thought you'd never look me in the eye again. It's exactly the same size as you."

Hanzo doesn't know quite how to react to all that information; the memory of their first time and the period afterwards is bittersweet enough. He'd felt so guilty, falling into physical desire for his own brother, that he'd avoided Genji for days, until he couldn't anymore – sure, he could ignore Genji's presence, but it's impossible to run away from his own thoughts and his own feelings, and everything in him ached for his brother.

But to know that Genji procured a dildo that would match his cock, specifically so he could pretend that he had Hanzo when he didn't... He feels dizzy with how fast blood rushes down to his dick, and Hanzo doesn't think much anymore, just pushes one of Genji's knees to the side and slides right into him. He fits right in.

Their gazes still locked, he gets to watch as flames rise in Genji's eyes, as pleasure makes his brows twitch. He smiles, heaving warmly against Hanzo's mouth. "Nothing like the real you, brother," is a whisper and probably the most honest thing Genji has said all night.

Hanzo feels himself losing control of his thoughts; Genji always knows what to say or do to get him to this point. He presses his mouth to Genji's as his hips pull back, only to slam back in. Moans lost in their throats as he refuses to let the kiss end, hitting home with each thrust. Genji's legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into Hanzo's lower back like he wants more.

More?

He pulls back and off Genji, who stares at him in confusion. "On your hands and knees," he says darkly and immediately a grin spreads on Genji's face, who takes no time at all following Hanzo's order. Offering himself like a treat, even reaching back with one hand to pull his cheeks apart. Hanzo grabs his wrist, pressing only hard enough until he hears a moan, then directs Genji's hand to his own cock. "Touch yourself," he tells him and once again Genji obeys, and when Hanzo pushes into him again he grabs a handful of green hair and tugs.

Is that good enough, he wants to ask, but doesn't manage because Genji cries out, probably loud enough to wake up half the house. He groans, too, can't hold it in anymore. Pulling at Genji's hair to the side so he can see how his face twists in pleasure, how he sniffles between moans, how his lips tremble when he begs, "Harder, Hanzo, harder!"

Hanzo would give him the world when he asks like that. He tugs harder at Genji's hair and pushes his hips faster, to begin.

Genji comes first, with all the stimulation, toppling on the bed. Hanzo lets his hips down gently, flips him over; he lays on his back, legs spread wide, mouth hanging open for when Hanzo looms over him and together they jerk him to completion. He tries to aim at Genji's mouth, but it gets all over, and they laugh in breathy chuckles.

He sits back and just breathes for a moment. All things considered, Hanzo thinks himself a very lucky man.

Once he finds some strength in his legs, he gets up and heads to Genji's en suite, returning a moment later with a damp towel to clean up his brother. His eyes flick to the window; outside, the sun is beginning to rise.

"Sorry I kept you up all night," he says as he gently wipes sweat and cum off most crevices of Genji's body. He means it. This is his life, not Genji's; his brother gets to be spared of this awful legacy that was put onto Hanzo's shoulders.

"Do it again whenever," is almost a demand as Genji tugs the towel from Hanzo's hand, tossing it aside and pulling him down to the mattress.

Hanzo hugs his waist and lets Genji rest on his chest. He has to get the new day started soon; there are meetings to attend to and sales to be made. But that's a problem for future Hanzo. For now, he rests with his whole world right here in his arms.

#asks #anon #my fics #shimadacest #genzo #genhan #hangen

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A Touch of Green

A/N: Hello all, I’ve been replaying the Spider-Man games and now have Peter Parker brainrot because he’s just too freaking adorable. Anywho I was inspired by the dead plant in the opening scene and immediately thought, ‘oh this poor boy, he’s trying.’

Also I wrote this with game Peter in mind but you can really imagine any Peter you prefer, hope you enjoy!

The plain truth is that Peter Parker couldn’t keep a plant alive to save his life.

It was a hard pill for him to swallow. For crying out loud the boy could make web bombs but couldn’t figure out how to keep a succulent thriving for more than a week. You couldn’t help but find it endearing, especially when he would text pictures of his poor neglected plants. Always captioned with ‘I don’t know what I did wrong!’ Usually followed with crying emoji, a pouting one if he was feeling super defeated.

You remembered when he first moved into his apartment, he was so determined to brighten the place up. It’s just a tragedy that so many lives were lost in his endeavor.

“Oooo Pete look at this one, it’s only two dollars,” you pointed to the Rattlesnake plant that had seen better days. It was a sad sight, brown leaves falling towards dry potted soil.

“Uhm, yeah that’s a good price but it’s dead baby, don’t you want to get one of the greener ones?” He asked with his chin resting on your shoulder. One of the many things you loved about Peter was how openly affectionate he was. You sometimes wondered who was the more touch-starved out of the two of you.

After placing a quick kiss on his cheek you leaned down to move away a few of the dying leaves to reveal healthy stems and the beginnings of new growth. “Well it’s not fully dead yet, it just needs some love and new soil. I think I could easily save this patient, Mr Parker.” Teasing each other came as naturally as breathing most days.

“There’s not a doubt in my mind about that Doctor,” he said while picking up the pot to place it in your shared cart. You both still lived in separate apartments despite being together for almost two years now. It wasn’t like you hadn't discussed it before but the fear of change and the idea of sharing space caused the topic to be pushed to the back burner. You did ease his worries when you told him that there’s no one else you’d rather live with, it would just take some time, maybe once your lease was up for renewal this year you could both come back to it. “Ya know maybe I should pick up one too…”

His fingers were playfully slapped away from the potential victim. “No, no absolutely not, you are not killing another plant on my watch Pete.”

“Awww now that’s just not fair babe, I swear I didn’t even miss a watering day on my last one!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the affronted look on his face. He’s just so naturally charming it hurts.

You pushed the cart over to where the bags of soil were placed before attempting to pick up the indoor plant mix. The action was immediately halted by Peter nudging you aside so that he could grab it instead, ever the gentleman, you thought wistfully. “Yeah and then you ended up overwatering it love. You drowned that poor plant!”

“I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to water it every day…”

“It was on the care card Pete, did you even read it?” You knew damn well that he didn’t but boy was it fun to mess with him.

His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, “I…may or may not have lost the card on the way up to the apartment that day.”

You patted his cheek lovingly, slight stubble underneath your fingertips. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Love me, kiss me, smother me with affection. It’s honestly the only way I wanna go at this point.” You loved his smile, it was so boyish and warm and it just made everything seem right in the world.

“Oh I’ll smother you with something…”

“Oooo you promise?” His hand discreetly traced your ass, which if you could feel it was it really that discreet? He had always surprised you with how flirty he could be, you assumed that he was just full of blushing anxiety when you first met him.

“Head out of the gutter pretty boy, we still gotta do some grocery shopping for dinner.”

His long eyelashes batted themselves at you, “awww you think I’m pretty?”

You smiled at his ridiculousness, “yes, very pretty, now I’ve got chicken thawing in the fridge so what do you think? Should I do chicken fried rice, alfredo, or some chicken soup since it’s kinda chilly?”

“Hmmm, decisions, decisions…” you could see him suddenly freeze, his spidey sense pumping the brakes on your outing. His phone dinged in his pocket and sirens could be heard in the distance. He gave you an extremely apologetic look, puppy dog eyes and everything. You would have hoped by now that he knew you understood. New York needed their Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, even though they didn’t always deserve him. “I’m sorry baby…”

“It’s okay hero, but you still gotta choose which one I make cause I really don’t wanna decide.”

“Uhm, alfredo! I love you so much, I’ll call you later!” He smushed your cheeks together before placing a quick kiss on the fishlips he had created. He was such a goober, but you loved him for it.

“I love you too.” Your eyes never left him as he weaved between the aisles before barreling out the door. Apologizing to multiple angry New Yorkers he bumped into along the way. You couldn’t help but laugh, thinking to yourself, there goes my boy, off to save the world.

Once you picked up some noodles, broccoli, mushrooms and ingredients to make the sauce you started to make the trek home. Paper bag in one arm and your new plant baby cradled in the other.

The train was a little late, but what else was new honestly? Once you were seated you heard a notification ding on your phone automatically knowing that it was about Peter’s latest heroics. You told him a while ago that you had notifications set on your phone for all things Spider-Man. You just wanted to know that he was okay, and you were also amused by the ridiculous articles on Spider-Man’s love life. Apparently there was a robbery happening somewhere but there weren’t enough details released yet, you figured Pete would tell you about it later when he came by. Finally arriving at your apartment you leaned against the elevator wall, drained from the day but excited to work on the home tasks you had been mentally compiling throughout the afternoon.

Your new plant was situated in front of the window. It was much shorter and greener then when it arrived due to cutting away all the dead leaves but now it was nestled in fresh soil and ready for another chance. You couldn’t help the smile that rested on your lips as you looked at all the green surrounding the window. Jeez I really have a problem don’t I, you thought to yourself. Currently the biggest plant in your apartment was your grandma’s pothos she gave you when you moved. Under her care it had thrived and you were heartbroken when it reacted badly on the trip to New York. Luckily she was a resilient one, and you think she could win first prize if she felt so inclined.

As you gently traced the leaves your mind wandered to Peter which happened multiple times a day. It was like a light bulb went off in your head as you scrambled to reach the top of your fridge that housed multiple empty glass bottles. You knew exactly which one you were looking for and let out a pleased sigh when your fingers grabbed the neck of the bottle. After snipping off a stem from the pothos you gently placed it inside the glass that was now filled with water. The leaves rested over the lip and you couldn’t wait to give the small gift to Peter. I swear if he manages to kill this I’m going to have to take that boy to a botany class or something.

You were letting the sauce simmer on the stove when Pete called you, his caller ID was a photo of him in his Spidey suit holding an armful of puppies that were up for adoption. He had swung by an event the agency had set up in central park and decided to stay to help all of the babies get adopted. He messaged you insisting that you had to come by and see all of the adorable dogs. Most of whom were adopted by the time you got there. You remembered having to play pretend and ask Spider-Man if you could take a picture of him with the puppies.

“Yeah of course Ma’am!” He had said in his fake deep voice that he put on for show whenever he got nervous.

“Hey baby everything okay,” you asked once the call was connected.

“Yup all good, just another bank robbery but it’s all cleaned up and I’m heading your way now.” You could hear the exertion in his voice, the tell-tale sign of him swinging through the city.

The sauce spoon was tapped against the pan to get all of the excess off of it. “Let me guess it was the hamburglar again?”

“Yeah, the guy just doesn’t know when to quit.” The sounds of the city played in the background, cars honking and people calling out as Peter swung above them.

“Well it’s a good thing Spider-Man was there to save the day. I’m gonna start boiling the pasta so I’ll see you in a bit, we don’t need you hitting another building cause you were swinging on the phone.” You would never forget the day that he slammed into a fire escape because he was too excited to tell you about his promotion to pay attention.

“How dare you, I'm a safe swinger…wait no, that came out wrong.” You could practically hear the blush in his tone and it made you giggle.

“You better be safe while you’re swinging!” The declaration was said between laughter at his words.

“Always am, love you bug!”

“Love you too baby.” You blew a quick kiss into the phone, waiting for his responding smooch before hanging up.

He ended up climbing through your window about ten minutes later beating all of the rush traffic. As soon as his feet hit the floor he ripped off his mask and set it on the chair that was designated for his quick changes. “It smells amazing in here!”

“It tastes even better!” You called over your shoulder as you scooped the noodles out of their pot to mix into the sauce. His chest was pressed against your back as he placed a total of three tiny kisses to your forehead. You turned your head so that you could meet his lips in a soft kiss, you were always so thankful when he came back unscathed, most nights weren’t like this.

“Mmmm, not as good as you though.” Ever the flatterer this guy.

You placed another quick peck on his lips, “that’s very true…oh I have a little something for you!”

“For me? You shouldn’t have!” He exclaimed with ten times the energy you would expect from someone who just stopped a bank robbery.

“It’s nothing too crazy but here…tada!” You showcased the little plant chilling in its water bath and you could see the confusion clear as day on Peter’s face.

He held up the bottle, inspecting the leaves like they were his greatest mystery. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to have plants anymore?”

“No, you're not allowed to kill any more plants, which should be incredibly hard to do with this one.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll somehow find a way.” He seemed nervous, like he was actually afraid that he was gonna fuck this one up.

You made a grand gesture towards the small plant. “No cause see, this, this right here, is your son Peter. You love him, you nurture him and best of all you leave him alone! He’s basically just propagating right now so he just stays in the water and he’ll keep growing. I will of course check on him everytime I come over to your place.”

He teasingly fanned himself like he was overcome by the news. “I really wasn’t expecting to become a dad today, this is just all so sudden…wait is this from your big guy in the corner?”

“Yes and kind of selfishly I hope that you think of me each time you look at it.”

“I’m already thinking of you all the time so no worries there. Hey, is this a bottle from Julia’s place down the street?” It was also the place where you guys had your first date and had since become your favorite shared restaurant.

“What a keen eye you have there Mr Parker.”

His eyes seemed to gloss over with affection, adoration, admiration, and all of the a words that described love and happiness. “I love you.”

You gave that look right back to him tenfold. “I love you too, and because I love you I’m going to politely say that you stink and that you need a shower before dinner.”

“Yeah you can just feel the love in the room.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #no use of y/n #the amazing spider-man #spider-man game #one-shot #peter parker cant keep a plant alive #spider verse

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 11- We're Proud Of You

Chapter Summary: Jin helps Jennie when she has an unexpected period. Jennie has another annual event that she created and decides to just go alone without letting BTS know. Little does she know, she can't hide things from her boys and they'll always be there for her.

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Hissing in pain as a sharp cramp wakes her up, Jennie groans and slowly sits her, clenching her stomach.

"What the heck...?" She grumbled. Grabbing her phone, she read that it was Saturday, a little after 9:00 am. Throwing the covers off of her, she gasps in shock.

"Oh no..." She said in a tight voice, getting butterflies in her stomach.

Blood was stained on her bed sheets and so were her pajama pants. Quickly getting out of bed, she paced around, taking the scarf off her head that she slept with.

"What am I gonna do-what am I gonna do-what am I gonna do!?" She cried out in a hushed tone.

She could not let the guys see her, like this. What would they think? Would they be weirded out? She had to clean this up fast. Hopefully, none of them were awake, yet.

Taking the bed sheets off her bed, she quietly walks out of her room, looking around for any of the members. When the coast was clear, she made her way to the laundry room.

"Clean the sheets, then take a shower. Simple. They'll never notice." She sighed, opening up the washer.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?"

A deep voice asked behind her. The voice made her flinch, dropping her bloody bed sheets. Slowly turning around, nervously, she looks at the person anxiously.

Of all people...it was Jin. Her whole body was starting to heat up. She really wanted to crawl into a hole, now. Was he going to scold her?

"J-Jin! What are you doing up so early?" She stammered.

"I was going to cook breakfast but heard something in the laundry room." He responded, looking down at the bed sheets curiously. He walked up to the sheets and picked them up. "Unexpected period?"

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing...I'm sorry." She facepalmed but got a laugh from him.

"Don't be. Let me help you. Take a shower and get dressed. We'll go to the store so we can buy you the things you need."

"Wait, Seriously?" She looked at him, astonished. "You aren't weirded out?"

Smiling warmly, he shook his head. "Not at all! Now go shower! We gotta buy you things to help you with your period."

Sighing out of relief, she obeys, grateful to him. "Thank you so much, Jin."

Jin was so kind to her and so understanding.

After showering and getting dressed, placing some tissue paper to aid the bleeding temporarily, and eating breakfast, the two of them head to the supermarket. With Jennie pushing the cart, following a happy Jin around the store, and getting ingredients, they finally come across the pads.

"You don't feel embarrassed to be buying me pads?" She asked, placing two packs in the cart.

"Not in the slightest. I've dealt with this, before. Do you want any chocolate? Other snacks? To help?"

"Yes, please!"

After putting all the snacks she thought would help her with her period, Jin continues going through the aisles until the stack of magazines catches his eye. Smiling, he grabbed one magazine in particular and turned to Jen.

"Did you see this, yet? You look great."

"Holy crap, I didn't think it would be out, so soon!" She grabbed the magazine to the page where she had a small interview for High Cut Magazine.

'Meet Miss Bangtan! The Bulletproof Girl Scout, Jennie!'

The picture had her jumping in midair with her trademark grin and arms up in the air, looking cute.

'Who Is Miss Bangtan?' Was another caption on the page.

The article talked about her being an African American female in a male K-Pop group in America and how she has been talked about even before BTS' debut. There were even sections of her interview with High Cut magazine.

They asked her 'What do you hope to accomplish here as a foreigner in South Korea?' and she responded with, 'To break all the boundaries while having a successful career, here. Break records with BTS and make new friends. I'm super excited with what's to come in my journey with BigHit Entertainment.'

She had been getting talked about more. Good and bad. Some thought it was a bad idea to put a girl from America in BTS, but once she proved her Korean skills, and how serious she was, her critics have been having a hard time. She hopes to continue to grow with BTS and prove the doubters wrong.

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On October 13th, in the practice room, with the lights off and candles lit on the cake that Jennie held, BTS surprised Jimin on his 19th birthday, singing Happy Birthday to him. He was overwhelmed with joy as he laughed. Once he blew out the candles, he was met with loud cheers and claps.

"Hahah, jeesh, don't hurt him!" Jennie laughed when the guys started smacking him on the back, along with Suga yelling for Jimin to cry.

"Faster cry! You have to cry!" J-Hope yelled while V grabbed Jimin from behind, yelling at him to get down on the floor.

"Wait! The chicken!" Jennie warned with a giggle. "The food!"

"Hey, the chicken! Chicken, chicken!" J-Hope grabbed the bag of chicken that was held by Jimin. "I'll return you, your chicken later."

"Don't forget about your cake!" Jennie presented it to him with both of her hands. It brought joy to her heart seeing the guys so happy, like this.

"Ah, it's pretty! Thank you." He happily said, holding the cake in one hand and covering his mouth with his other. "Ah, it's my bare face."

Glancing at him like he was insane, she playfully snapped at him. "Boy! If you don't hush! Your bare face is fine! Embrace that naturalness." She gave him a birthday smack on the back while he responded with giggles.

After taking out the candles on the cake, Jennie and the rest of the guys smear icing on Jimin's face before taking a group birthday photo with him.

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On October 15th, Jennie told Bang PD about the traditional Singing Exhibit she had back in America and wanted to continue the tradition here in South Korea. Liking the idea, he allowed her to work on the project and planned to have 'Avid Vocals' in a small venue in Seoul. Once the information was out about it, ARMYs quickly planned on going, shocking her the most. She still wasn't used to the overwhelming support from the fans.

But having bad memories of her old group not going, she had asked Bang PD to keep 'Avid Vocals' from the rest of the BTS members since she didn't want to bother them. They would probably want to work on their dancing anyway.

When it was October 18th, it was time for the free event. She stood up on the stage, looking around at how many people had come. Even nonfans of BTS came along just for the simple fact of singing. It filled her heart with joy.

"Wow! So many people! Hello!" She greeted. "Thank you so much for coming! This is the second annual Avid Vocals. I had the first one back in America, and it's an event where we come together to happily sing and have a great time. Whenever you can sing good or bad, just being here because you like to sing, is more than enough as we all support each other."

She was met with a big applause as she smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up. She didn't think over 170 people would show up. "I shall keep this short and simple. If you want to sing, there's a signup sheet, right here at the front. Pick any song, we'll get the instrumental, and that's that! Let's get this show on the road! Please enjoy the event!" She announced with even louder cheers.

Once she got off the stage, performances started in 30 minutes. She took the time to meet and greet with some fans. Security guards had to make them form a line and give her some breathing space. She could hear fans cheering her name, and yelling that they loved her. It was touching. While taking autographs and pictures, she also had deep conversations with people about singing. Asking questions like, 'Why do you like to sing?' and 'Why do you like to listen to others sing?'

Hopefully, Bang PD will let her do this every year because this event seems to be going successfully.

There were a lot of Korean songs that Jennie was not so aware of when she heard people perform. She made mental notes to research and listen more to Korean music for future reference. An hour into the event, it was finally her turn. She grabs the guitar that she borrowed from Big Hit and sits on a stool, on the stage.

"I'm going to sing one of my favorite songs from America. I hope you all enjoy." She began strumming, playing the first few notes of She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5.

In addition to the first notes that she played, the crowd immediately knew what the song was and started cheering. Covering the song in a soft, gentle but strong voice, she happily sang her heart out. After she was done, the audience cheered loudly, but familiar voices caught her attention.

"JENNIE~!"

"YEAH! GO JENNIE!"

"WOO HOO!"

"GO ENNIE~"

"THAT'S MY GIRL!"

"WAHHH SHE'S SO GOOD~"

The sudden obnoxious whoops and cheers of BTS made her widen her eyes. Looking ahead, she could see them at the back, goofing all.

"No way..." She murmured to herself, in disbelief.

Jungkook's bunny smile...

Yoongi's gummy smile...

Hobi's goofy dancing...

Jimin's eye smile...

Tae's boxy grin...

Namjoon and Jin's weird yet unique dance moves...

Were they here, right now?

"G...guys?" She suddenly said on the mic, standing up.

Some people started to turn around to see the members of BTS at the back. ARMYs quickly make their way to them while security guards manage to keep things safe and simple.

How the heck did they know she would be here?

Getting off stage and heading to the back, she waits for them backstage. Before she knew it, they finally found her.

"Ahhh how come you didn't tell us about this?" Namjoon playfully scolded.

"You did great!" Tae smiled, patting her head.

"Yeah. Nicely done. I liked your singing." Yoongi mentioned.

"Me too! Love the guitar playing!" Jungkook beamed.

"Jennie, you're really good at the guitar. We should play sometime!" Jin offered

J-Hope screamed, jumping up and down. "JENNIE~ How dare you not tell us! That was amazing!"

"YEAH! Why didn't you tell us!?" Jimin added.

Looking down with guilt, she sighed. "I...I thought you guys wouldn't be interested." She admitted

"Hey." Namjoon placed a hand on her shoulder as she raised her head, to look at him in the eyes. He smiled. "That's not true. It won't be true and it never will be true. We're a group, we stick together. We always support each other. You are the Bangtan Girl. You are a part of BTS, just like the rest of us. You know that. We're proud of you, Jennie."

Hot tears of joy formed in her eyes. Before she knew it, they were streaming down her face as she sniffed and turned away.

Jimin started laughing. "Ahhh she's crying!"

"YAH! Namjoon what was that!?" Tae playfully scolded.

"You made her cry! How dare you!?" Jin hit him.

"I-I didn't mean to! Oh my god, Jennie, I'm sorry!" Namjoon started stumbling over his words, trying to make her stop crying. "I'm sorry!"

But before he knew it, she wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a big hug. "Thank you. Thank you, guys."

"Awwwweeeee." Jimin and Tae cooed, enjoying the cute scene in front of them.

Chuckling, Namjoon hugged her back. "Don't mention it,"

"AHHHH! GROUP HUG~" J-Hope yelled, happily wrapping his arms around the both of them.

"I wanna hug too!" Tae joined in, as the others followed suit.

"G-guys you're squishing me." Jennie groaned out.

"Embrace the love!" Tae giggled before they all let go while laughing.

Jin wiped the tears from her eyes and handed her a tissue. "Make sure to tell us when the next one is so we can come and support you. We may even sing ourselves."

"How'd you know I'd be here, anyway?" She looked on curiously.

"Bang PD told us!" Jungkook answered.

"Insane."

"I also saw fans tweeting, about it." J-Hope added. "And then I asked him, so then he told us."

"I'm glad he did. You guys are the best."

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It was a special day for BTS as they were seated on stage for the ARMYs in a fan meeting. They were celebrating their 100 days and it was time to read their personal letters to the ARMYs. After some funny banter and sad music in the background to set the mood, as well as the dimmed lights, Rap Monster goes first to read his letter. Jennie, seated in between Suga and Jin, eagerly listens to his heartfelt letter.

"I am Rap Monster. When I look at ARMYs, these thoughts come up. I wonder if I've ever supported and cheered on someone so passionately. Looking back, I realized I used to live only caring for myself and I find that really embarrassing. Back then, expressing my feelings for another person was doing something I wouldn't even think about doing. I knew one way or another we would get hate, but meeting our ARMYs truly changed and is still changing my outlook on the world and my life. I learn so many things from you all every day. The thing that I'm most scared of is disappointing you all. It's because like I always say, without you all, I don't exist."

His words made everyone 'aw' as he let out a short chuckle. "ARMYs, there's a saying that if someone fulfills their dream, it becomes the dream of another. I want to be that kind of person. I want to be your dream. I think that's my role. Tomorrow will be better than today, and the day after that will be better than tomorrow. I, Rap Monster, will work towards being an artist and leader like that. I love you, all."

After everyone's applause, it was Suga's turn. "Hello, ARMYs. It's Suga. Thanks to our busy schedules, my body is always tired but meeting the ARMYs who cheer for us always gives me energy. ARMYs are the reason Bangtan exists. I'm not good at saying embarrassing things and I can't express my feelings easily but I trust that you all know how I feel. I love you, and thank you. ARMYs, I love you!"

When it was Jin's turn the ARMYs 'aw' when he started to tear up.

"Truthfully, in the past, I never had much thought that this was enjoyable. When I think about it now, even while I was preparing to debut, I remember always wondering if this was really the right path for me and this prevented me from trying a lot of things. After meeting our ARMYs, I'm thankful because I'm smiling a lot more and have become a more positive person. I'll work hard from now on to make you all smile and show a better side of myself. Thank you."

Once Jin finished, it was J-Hope's turn to read his letter. "As a trainee, I always wondered when I'd be able to stand on stage and how it'd feel to hear the loud cheers from the people who genuinely like and support me. My fantasy became a reality and now I'm here, making music, receiving love from fans and working hard on promotions." He read.

"Truthfully, I can't believe it. I loved dancing so much, I didn't study and often left the house early in the morning to practice. After suffering for a long time, I finally got the chance to go to Seoul. The people who were the happiest for me were my parents. At that moment, my dad's smile..." He trailed off, tearing up while he was hit with a chorus of aws. Before everyone knew it, everyone started tearing up.

Jennie managed to fight back the tears, blinking quickly. "Ah, J-Hope, lower the intensity a bit and try reading it, again!" Suga spoke up on the mic, earning a few laughs to lighten up the mood.

After J-Hope pulled himself together, he continued reading. "More than anything, our ARMYs who love us, thanks to you all, I'm really, really thankful. To be honest, each day is tiring and difficult but I believe that the sole reason I can make it through is because of our ARMYs. I want to say thank you for always coming to cheer for us. Just like our lyrics, I want Bangtan to leave an imprint on the world. Our ARMYs, I love you." He smiled and wiped his tears with a tissue.

Before Jennie knew it, it was her turn as she looked down at her paper, taking a deep breath. "Ah...actually, I'm going to read from the heart." She set the paper down and looked up at the ARMYs as they whoa and cheered.

"Okay, Smartie. Trying to show off, I see." Suga said on his mic, as everyone laughed.

She let out a short, low chuckle before getting serious, and looking back at the crowd. "It's...hard for me to express my emotions. I try to keep them to myself and not really get too emotional, but when it comes to you all, I can't help but express my love and appreciation for how much support you've given me. My family..." She breathed out shakily and closed her eyes.

ARMYs aw and some yell, "We love you, Jennie~" and "Don't cry~ It's okay!"

"I'm so thankful for them for allowing me to do this..." She exhaled again and paused, looking down. "Sorry. This was much better in my head."

"You all right, smartie? Do you need some smarties?" Suga asked while everyone started to giggle.

"Ah, that would be great, actually." She turned to him.

"I brought them, just in case. Free of charge." He took one out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Wow! This is the nicest he's been to me all day." She joked and popped one in her mouth. "Getting back on track, I just want to say that...my family has made a lot of sacrifices for me and I'm happy that they allowed me to be here today. Although I was only a trainee for a very short amount of time, I hope to inspire people with my singing and dancing."

"To be honest, not a lot of Americans can say that they were able to be a part of a K-Pop group, and I'm grateful that you all have given me the chance to prove how passionate I am about this opportunity." she continued.

She'll never take this for granted. This has been such an amazing experience so far.

"Thank you for welcoming me with open arms, and allowing me to show you my strengths and weaknesses while in this awesome group. I will continue to stay positive and I hope you look forward to watching me grow. I will continue to work hard with BTS and get better every time I perform. Although I still have a lot to learn here in South Korea, I hope that you continue to support me through my accomplishments and struggles. I love you, all." The corners of her lips curled up into a bright smile as she bowed while everyone happily applauded and cheered for her.

"Hello, ARMYs. I'm the member in charge of attractiveness in the team, Jimin." He joked. "Maybe it's because we're still rookies but the promotions for our second album seem to be flying by so quickly. You all probably don't know this but as a trainee, I really didn't know if I'd ever get to debut. My training period was only a year and was one of the shortest out of all the members but..." He trailed off and covered his face with his letter.

"Jimin-ssi...yes. I...I don't know what to say to comfort you..." Suga spoke up to him while everyone laughed once again.

Pulling himself together, Jimin continued. "Really, I cried a lot, was exhausted and thought about giving up frequently. But after having debuted like this-ah, I'm sorry." His voice got shaky as he teared up.

"Please wait." Suga asked the ARMYs.

"Don't cry!" Jin added.

"Aw, Jimin..." Jennie looked on with a sad expression.

Pulling himself together again, Jimin spoke up, again. "It's so fun, amazing and dream-like that I can sing, dance, pose and act silly in front of you all. As the days pass by, I want to develop and show you all a better side of me. ARMYs, I hope for you to always be by our sides and watch us grow. To the ARMYs who love Bangtan and I, I love you all! Thank you!"

After the cheers, V was next. "Hello, how are you, all? I'm V from Bangtan, the group that has already reached their 100th day since debut. The fact that I'm a singer now, I still can't believe it. Everything is still fascinating and the fact that I can speak like this in front of our fans is exciting, difficult and makes me feel so many different emotions. There are still things that I don't know and are new to me but I'll work hard to improve and hope to become a Bangtan that ARMYs can be proud of. Our ARMYs, I love you." He smiled

"Jungkook, are you crying? Okay, the last member is Jungkook!" J-Hope announced

"Hello, I'm Jungkook. I try hard to tweet, post on the fan cafe, and write letters, but it's harder than I thought. To bare someone your honest self and true emotions, that's something I find really difficult to do. Having promoted up till now, I developed a small but big goal. I want to become a singer that can touch people with his voice and also to become such a singer that people can, without hesitating, proudly and being not embarrassed at all to say "I'm a fan of BTS!". You are all such an important existence to us, so I feel really upset when you say that you are sorry. I hope that we can be thankful for each other. I believe that as time goes on, we will continue to make memories together and will even be able to talk to each other simply by making eye contact. ARMYs, I really love you, all. Thank you."

After Jungkook's letter, J-Hope began to speak. "And like this, we will be wrapping up Bangtan Diary Ch. 1, Autumn. It was really...really...really touching. How was it? How about we get everyone to talk about how they felt?"

Jin went first. "First of all, I want to say that I'm sorry because I think that I'm the one who made the mood like this." He laughed. "I also want to say that every single thing our ARMYs say to us poses as a great strength. We'll be a Bangtan that will never disappoint you so please continue watching over us! Thank you!" He bowed.

"I love you and thank you." Jungkook said before he covered his face with his letter and ended up crying. Everyone aw'ed while Jennie started feeling her eyes sting as she fought back the tears.

"Ya'll really gon' make me ruin my makeup, today, huh?" She fanned herself as she tried to get rid of the developing tears in her eyes. Everyone ends up laughing at her comment while she cracks a smile herself. Her comment lightened up the mood as Jungkook pulled himself together.

"I always try to show that I love you all and am thankful but it's still extremely difficult," Jungkook mentioned. "But now I've managed to show a little bit of how I feel here, so...I love you." He wiped his tears with a tissue.

"Really while getting to be here like this, I think I've realized what kind of person I am and have to become." Rap Monster said. "ARMYs, we're really thankful that you exist. We'll work really, really hard. Thank you! Up till now, this was Bangtan." He stood up with the rest of the members.

"2,3!"

"Thank you!" The members of BTS bow.

#bts 8th member #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bangtan gal #jungkook x oc #jin fluff #bangtan boys #bts added member #bts additional member

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Hey, I really love your writings. So I wanna ask if you could write one for Mbappe? can you maybe do a cute one where the reader is a uni student and keep their relationship a secret. Then when he picks her up from university and sees that people picking on her, he decides to stand up for her at that moment and public their relationship to the world. If you want to write about that, I'd love to read it but if not it's okay ^^ Thank you

You had met at the diner where you work to pay for university and other stuff and you didn't know how, but overnight you had this guy who was curious about you.

You wouldn't have thought it, but Kylian had given you a big hand at that time in improving your self-esteem and confidence when it came to taking an oral exam. He stood there and listened to you repeat the same topic over and over again - even though he still didn't understand it.

He supported you in what you were doing as well as you supported him, cuddled you when you needed it during stressful times and forced you to take a break when he saw you practically sleeping in your books.

You had managed to keep your relationship private up to that point, both of you agreeing that you didn't need any extra stress at that time. But there were times when he would pick you up a few blocks down for lunch or, as in that case, because he had seen that you were not one hundred percent and didn't want you to take the bus home.

He had seen, however, that something was wrong lately, you were quieter or often absorbed in your thoughts. You kept labelling everything as a stressful period but it was like he could sense it wasn't just that.

And coincidentally on instagram he had seen a few pictures of himself in front of your university on one of those days when he simply wasn't hiding very carefully. Every now and then he would stop and read, maybe even reply to a few messages making that person the happiest in the world for that moment; but the few messages he saw under those pictures had been enough to make him make a decision.

He chooses a couple of photos with you, one showing you in front of the mirror still asleep while you hug him tenderly with your head half hidden in his chest; the other is a representation of the two of you, with you concentrated in your study with papers scattered around the table while he makes funny faces to waste time just to be next to you. Go and conquer all he writes as a caption, a simple phrase that brings tears to your eyes as soon as you see it.

#thank you anon #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe imagines #football imagine #football imagines

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The Ghost at the Boarding School - Mungrove Week prompt 6

Written for @mungroveweek

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46783390

Billy didn’t believe in ghosts.

That’s what he would’ve told you two months ago when he was sent to this stupid fucking boarding school. But lo and behold he was told he was getting the ‘haunted’ dorm since it was the only one free at this point in the year.

“Welcome to Our Lady Immaculate School, Mr Hargrove,” droned the tiny woman at the reception desk, “Your room will be on the third floor, number 306.” She passed him a key and a map of the school and grounds and his timetable. “Classes start at 9 am sharp and your uniform will be waiting upstairs.” She eyed his Metallica t-shirt with distaste.

She had then shuffled off into the room behind her desk, Billy took that as his cue to get out of her sight. He grumbled at nothing in particular and then at something in particular when he realised he’d have to lug his suitcase up three flights of stairs.

“God fucking damn it,” he glared at the stained glass window showing the Virgin Mary with seven swords piercing her heart.

Room 306 was like any of the other dorms apart from one slight difference. It didn’t look like anyone had been in here since the 80s. Seriously, it had old Dio tour posters on the walls from 1986. Although everything had been cleaned and the bed had been made for his arrival, none of the old occupant’s had been touched. Billy flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, it could be worse, he thought.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw he had three missed calls from Argyle and some commiseration texts from Max. While Billy was being sent off to a boarding school for ‘troubled kids’, it didn’t say that on the pamphlet Neil had shoved at him before yelling at him to pack his bags but he got the gist, Max was getting ‘etiquette lessons’ on how to act like a proper young lady. Billy had laughed at the idea of rough-and-tumble tomboy Max in a frilly dress and heels. But that was before the reality of his end of the deal hit him. He was being sent away from everything he ever knew. Everyone he knew. Neil even wanted to confiscate his phone but Susan managed to convince Neil to let him keep it. If only to keep in contact with the house.

The texts from Max read;

“They’re making me learn which fork goes with salad… I think I’ll stab someone in the hand with it instead”

“Billyyyyyyyy I’m so bored this sucks so much”

“Can God smite me now? What did I do in a past life to deserve this?”

Billy chuckled and sent her a picture of a cat looking angry with its cheeks puffed out and captioned it “It’s you rn”. Max sent back three middle finger emojis. He then went to his voicemail and tapped the first one that Argyle had sent.

“Yo man, what’s up? I hear you’re being sent to this like, uh, boarding school for criminal kids? Wicked nasty move of your old man to move you to Indiana.” Even though the slightly tinny speaker of his phone, Argyle’s voice sounded like the beach and summer. He missed his best friend already. He could hear the clatter of the pizza shop Argyle worked at in the background. “Call me when you can. Gotta make sure you’re ok man. Gotta go now, boss man’s on the floor.” And then the voicemail ended.

Billy could feel the prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes, he didn’t wanna listen to the other voicemails just yet, he wanted to savour them, reminding him that this wasn’t forever. But he should probably call Argyle back. He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, waiting for Argyle to pick up.

When he did, he sounded like he had been asleep. He probably was since Billy still wasn’t used to the time difference in Indiana vs California.

“Hello?” The sleep was heavy on Argyle’s voice, and Billy felt a little bad about waking him up but he needed someone to talk to.

“Hey Argyle, it’s me,” Billy’s voice was small, still the instinct to keep quiet remained. Even if he was far away from Neil. “I, uh, you asked me to call you when I could?” God, he sounded pathetic.

“Yo! B-man what’s going on dude? You’re in the boonies now, huh?” Argyle still sounded happy to hear from him, even if he probably did wake him up at like 3 am. That was the good thing about Argyle, even if you were kind of an asshole like Billy, if Argyle decided you were one of his brochachos, you were a brochacho for life.

“Yeah, it's like, this Catholic boarding school for ‘troubled teens’ but they don’t say that. I got this dorm that looks like no one’s been in it since the 80s. No seriously, there’s Dio posters from 1986.”

“‘86? Really? Dude, I bet you’ve got one of the haunted dorms like in horror movies,” Argyle’s laugh was like having a sip of warm hot chocolate, warming you from your belly. Billy didn’t realise how much he missed his best friend until now.

“Man, you know that stuff’s not real. How much of a dork would a ghost from the 80s be? If they died here I bet they’re still a teenager. God, I’d hate that, being a teenager in the afterlife.”

“How do you know it’s not real? Maybe the ghosts won’t talk to you because you’re always denying their existence.”

Billy laughed, “Yeah that’s why the ghosts won’t speak to me because I’m mean to them.” Argyle laughed with a ‘yeah you’re so mean!’ tacked on. They fell into easy conversation after that, with Argyle catching Billy up with all the antics of their friend group and the new pizza combos he’d come up with at work.

“Mix a bit of sriracha into the marinara and top with pineapples, it’s so good dude. Like sweet and spicy,” Billy had a warm but strange feeling in his belly listening to Argyle, it was like he had gone on a rollercoaster and had come out giggling with adrenaline. It lasted until Argyle hung up to go back to sleep. Then the loneliness came back, like quicksand sucking Billy in. He stared out of the window, the school was covered with thick forest land as far as the eye could see. This place seriously looked like the setting for a Stephen King novel, he thought.

He heard a thump from the corner of the dorm, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jump a little. He looked over from where he was lying on his bed. It was just one of the paperback novels that were stacked on the dresser falling onto the floor.

“Sure, this is a fucking haunted school,” he muttered to himself.

******

Billy couldn’t explain why but weird stuff had been going on in his dorm, and he was running out of ways to logically explain it. The window opens in the middle of the night? Well, it was windy last night. Something brushes against his back while he’s sleeping? Probably just his duvet.

His classmates had noticed that he was always tired in class, and he knew he couldn’t keep using the jetlag excuse.

“Are you sleeping ok?” a girl in his history class, Jennie asked him. Jennie was on the girl's volleyball team and she had clocked Billy immediately. She had also decided that they were friends.

“I’m fine,” Billy turned back to his history textbook but the words were swimming in front of his eyes.

“And you can’t lie to me, Cali.” Jennie poked his shoulder with her pencil until he turned to face her. “You got the haunted dorm didn’t ya?”

Billy rolled his eyes, and it seemed like everyone believed in this alleged haunting but him. “Yeah, the fucking time capsule from 1986.”

“D’ya know what happened to the last guy who had that dorm?”

“He died.”

Jennie flicked her eraser at him. “No, but really, there’s a rumour that he got murrrrrrderrrred,” Jennie said the last word in a sing-song way.

“What? You’re making that up.” Billy hated to admit that he was intrigued, a murder at a boarding school? It reminded him of the thriller novels that Susan read.

“I’m not!” Jennie said that a bit louder than she intended and got a glare from Mr O’Donnell. “I swear that there was a guy who was killed here! My brother went to this school too and he told me about it.”

“Ever considered that he was pulling your leg?”

Luckily for Billy, Jennie didn’t have anything she could throw at him without causing a scene. “Nah, I’d be able to tell if Nick was lying to me.” Jennie passed Billy her phone under the desk, it had a picture of a guy on it. He had curly brown hair that was shoulder length and a battle vest. And a grin that marked him down as a troublemaker. “That’s the guy that got killed, Eddie Munson.”

“Explains the posters that are still in my room,” Billy looked at the guy’s battle vest, there was a Motorhead patch, WASP and Judas Priest. There was a demon on his shirt and the words ‘Hellfire Club’.

“Ok so, he was retaking senior year for the second time in ‘86 and he had this club for like, um, DnD,” Jennie spoke quickly as she got more excited. “But there were rumours that he was a Satanist or something? And there was this other guy,” Jennie scrolled to another photo in her camera roll, “Jason Carver. And he’s like this super ultra-Christian guy and the captain of the basketball team. He and Eddie do not get along. Eddie was making fun of him and his cronies for conforming or some shit, in front of everyone in the cafeteria, and Jason is mega pissed, right? So he and his teammates jump Eddie in his dorm and I don’t know if it’s true but they accidentally broke his neck. But everyone thinks Jason killed Eddie on purpose.”

“Sounds like some Satanic panic shit,” Billy said, deducing from the time of the story, and what he knew about the 80s from his dad’s drunken rants about ‘how it used to be’.

“Yeah probably-” Jennie started to say when she got interrupted by Mr O’Donnell.

“Miss Park, Mr Hargrove, if you two would return to your worksheets and stop talking about the accidental death at this school, it would be very much appreciated.” They both mumbled an apology and Billy swore he felt a cold breeze go through the classroom, even though none of the windows was open.

*****

Billy felt like he was being watched.

It was always in his dorm room but he refused to believe it was the supposed ghost of Eddie Munson. If it was, this ghost is going to have to show himself to Billy. Jennie was convinced that Billy was being haunted.

“Dude! He is absolutely haunting you and he probably wants you out of his dorm or he wants to kill you,” Jennie told him over breakfast the next morning.

Billy pushed his scrambled eggs around on his plate, “Little morbid for 7.30 am Jen,” He didn’t tell her that he was maybe starting to believe her because some of the shit that was happening in his dorm he couldn’t explain logically. Like feeling something poke his face while he was sleeping or waking up to his phone ringing with an unknown number but when he answered it, it was all static.

Jennie stuffed some Cheerios into her mouth and raised an eyebrow at Billy. Like she had read his thoughts or something. She swallowed and said, “But isn’t that what the ghosts of people who were murdered do? They’re, uh, vengeful?” She pointed her spoon at Billy, “Maybe you look too much like Jason for him.”

“The only thing we have in common is that we both have blonde hair. Plus the guy is probably 50 now, the statute of limitations passed a long time ago,” Billy chewed on a bit of toast but it was dry in his mouth.

“We should try and speak with him.” Jennie sounded very intense suddenly, she was making direct eye contact, which she never did unless it was serious.

“What?”

“We should try and make contact with Eddie, get his side of the story bc all we have is rumours and Jason’s side,” Jennie passed Billy her phone with an old news article on the screen.

“Accidental death of a student at Our Lady Immaculate School” was the title of the article, dated 21st of March 1986. The article read:

“An accidental death of a student at Our Lady Immaculate School in Roane County, Indiana has been reported by Christine Cunningham, a senior year student.

The student in question, Edward Munson, was a 2nd time senior and a noted troublemaker. Having been sent to the school after being caught for defacement of public property in his hometown of Hawkins, Indiana. Munson had also been known to be involved with the game ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ and the heavy metal subgenre of music. He was also known to have a rivalry with the captain of the basketball team, Jason Carver.

Carver said, “Munson went against everything the school stood for and he was making moves on my girlfriend Chrissy. I told him to stay away but he challenged me to a fight. I was going to scare him away from Chrissy and we did fight but he fell down some stairs and didn’t move when we went to check.”

Coroner’s reports say that Munson died from a cervical fracture and that the death was accidental. However, some students at the school, who were associates of Munson, say that Munson was deliberately pushed down the stairs.”

In the article, there was a picture of Eddie, with the dates 30th May 1966 - 21st March 1986 underneath.

“Shit, he died when he was 19,” Billy muttered after he read the article.

“It’s sad, isn’t it?” Jennie took her phone back from Billy, “But I bet that the Carver dude is covering something up. It’s just a little too convenient that Eddie fell down some stairs when they fought.”

“So you want to contact Eddie to get his side of the story?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“Well, we are going to use an Ouija board tonight,” Jennie pushed her bowl away and grabbed her bag and pulled out what looked like a cassette player, “and if the Ouija board doesn’t work we can use this,” Billy looked at her confused, “It’s called a spiritbox, ghosts can use it to communicate via radio waves.”

Billy knew he couldn’t say no to Jennie at this point, but goddammit if he wasn’t curious if it would work.

“Ok, meet me at my dorm at midnight. We’ll try this shit and if it doesn’t work don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

****

If they said they weren’t nervous, they’d be lying. Not because of the ghost that might be there but in case one of the nuns caught them in Billy’s dorm. There was a strict rule of no couples in each other’s dorms. No one said anything about same-sex couples, but Billy didn’t tell you that.

Jennie had come to the dorm at about 15 minutes past midnight, she said she would’ve been earlier but she had to take the long way because Sister Franklin was doing a round on the girl’s floor.

“I had to hide in the bathroom for ages, man, she was just standing in front of the stairs, it was creepy,” she shuddered like she had eaten something sour. She then set the Ouija board on the floor between her and Billy. The spiritbox was off to the side.

Billy felt a little stupid sitting cross-legged on the floor with his index fingers on the bottom corners of the planchette. Jennie was doing the same on the other side, but she looked like she was a little scared.

Her voice trembled a little when she asked, “Eddie? Are you here?”

It felt like a force from above moved the planchette under their fingers to the ‘yes’ on the board. Jennie gasped a little, the fear in her voice disappearing. Billy was doing a speedrun through the ‘accepting that ghosts are in fact, real gauntlet’. The planchette moved around the board to say “I was waiting for you guys to notice me here. Especially you Billy”.

“Have you been haunting me?” Billy asked before he could stop himself.

“Thanks for noticing. Have been for the last month.”

This wasn’t real, was it? But Billy was awake, and he was actually talking to a ghost. If you told him he’d be doing this a month ago, he’d laugh in your face.

There was suddenly a blue glow above their heads, both Billy and Jennie looked up to see the ghost of Eddie Munson appear before them.

“Man, it’s nice to be able to appear in front of people again. Last time I did that, I think the guy had a heart attack,” Eddie talked very nonchalantly like it was no big deal that he had just altered the fabric of reality for Billy. He looked down at the two teenagers gawping at him, “Huh, nice to see you didn’t take down any of my stuff. And the uniform hasn’t changed either,” he gestured at the similar white shirt and black sweater he was wearing as well. Although Eddie had his tie loose around his neck.

“Why haven’t you moved on?” Jennie spoke first, ever the curious.

“Can’t,” Eddie answered simply. Like he had tried before. Billy had a feeling in his gut that it had something to do with Jason Carver.

“I’m missing something. I can’t remember what it was now, it’s been so long. Bet that bastard Carver hid it after he killed me,” Eddie floated around the room like he was pacing.

“Jason Carver really did kill you?” Jennie blurted out, “I thought that was a rumour!” She fumbled with her phone to pull up the article again. But her phone seemed to glitch in Eddie’s presence.

“Uh yeah? He pushed me down some stairs. Big news in the county,” Eddie’s tone took on a darker note, “and he got away with it.” Eddie’s glow got darker with his words, Billy could see now why they were called vengeful ghosts.

Billy’s throat felt dry, and a small part of him felt like running. But he spoke anyway, “I don’t know if we can do anything about Carver, he's like 50 now but we could help you find the thing you need to move on.”

Eddie’s glow went back to the light blue from before, but now it was a little warmer, “Really? You’d do that for me?” He seemed happy. How long had he gone ignored? Billy knew how that felt.

“Yeah, we would,” Billy nudged Jennie with his elbow, getting her to react too. She nodded quickly. Eddie floated down to be near the floor, almost like he was sitting with them.

“I could tell you what I remember, it’s not much though.”

*****

From what Eddie told them, it turns out that he was not in fact hitting on Chrissy Cunningham but selling her some weed. And she had broken up with Jason and he was mad about it, Chrissy had a thing for Eddie, and Jason had caught them maybe nearly kissing. And so Jason challenged him to a fight and told Eddie to meet him at his dorm. But Jason was waiting at the top of the stairs and pushed Eddie down them.

Billy had been thinking about what Eddie said, his bleeding heart went out for Eddie, he knew exactly how Eddie must’ve felt at that moment. Someone blowing up over a small infraction.

Reading the article again, Jason must’ve used the excuse of Eddie being a social pariah against him. Because how dare you be the social reject and be friendly towards the most popular girl in school?

He went back up to his dorm on lunch break, saying he wasn’t hungry to the other guys in the gym, Eddie was waiting for him.

“I thought you could only appear at night?” Billy dumped his gym bag by the desk.

“It's just harder in the daytime,” he flickered a little bit, “gotta concentrate more to stay visible.”

Billy nodded and opened his desk drawer to get his cigarettes. Technically, he wasn’t allowed in school but the reception lady didn’t bother to check his pockets. He opened his dorm window and lit the end. Breathed in the smoke and enjoyed the feeling of the nicotine buzz. He saw Eddie floating closer in his peripheral vision.

“Aww man, I haven’t had a cig in years…” He sounded like he was yearning for it.

“Can you even smoke? Like should I blow some smoke at you?” Would that even work?

“I dunno, you could try.”

Billy took another drag of the cigarette, and blew the smoke at Eddie. The other tried to breathe in the smoke before it flowed through his incorporeal body.

“Did that do anything for you?” Billy tapped the ash away on the edge of the window.

“Uh, I could feel something. Like when you walk by something that smells good? It’s like that.” Eddie reached out and put his hand on Billy’s shoulder. It felt cold. “Thanks for trying though.”

“If you died with your cigs in your pocket are they like ghost cigs now?”

Eddie looked at Billy like he had just slapped him in the face. Then burst out laughing. As he was laughing he lost control of his floating and he rose up to the ceiling like a helium balloon. Once he could breathe again, he admitted that the ghost thing doesn’t quite work like that.

“We only really keep stuff that meant a lot to us in life,” Eddie raised his hand to show some rings on his fingers, they looked like ones Billy would find at a flea market back home. Billy had a fleeting thought of him keeping his St Christopher’s pendant if he was a ghost. Eddie for a moment, looked like he got an electric shock.

“My pick!” He looked down his shirt, “My guitar pick! I kept it on a necklace and I think it’s what I need to move on!”

Billy’s brain was going a million miles a minute, so if Eddie got this guitar pick he’d be able to pass over to the afterlife? He guessed it was something to do with him being very attached to it in his lifetime. But also he kind of didn’t want Eddie to go, it was nice having him around, almost like a really annoying roommate.

“Helloooooo, earth to Billy, are you there?” Eddie was floating face-to-face with Billy. He grinned when Billy flinched backwards. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

Once Billy’s heart stopped jackhammering in his chest he told Eddie some white lie about how he and Jennie were going to try and look for Eddie’s guitar pick tonight. Eddie did some backflips in the air and pumped his fist. He genuinely did seem excited about this.

“At night I’ll be able to move around more so I can help you guys, I think I might have an idea of where it is,” If ghosts could get a sugar rush, this is how Billy would think it looked like. Eddie was floating around the room again muttering stuff about the Hellfire Club and the theatre room. Theatre room? There wasn’t a theatre room mentioned when Billy came to this school.

“Uh, one small problem Eddie, there isn’t a theatre room here,” Billy felt like he was stating the obvious but maybe Eddie didn’t know that the theatre room that was there when he was a student might be gone now.

“Sure there is, they just don’t use it because it’s haunted,” Eddie put the last word in quotation marks with his fingers.

“You’ve been haunting this theatre room? Jennie is gonna flip her shit when she hears that,” Billy rubbed one eye, sighing in exasperation. “Alright I’ve got to leave for class but here’s the deal. Me and Jennie will meet you by the back door to the school grounds after the nuns have done their nighttime prayers. You show us where this theatre room is and we’ll look for your guitar pick. Sounds good?”

Eddie was in ghost-sugar rush mode again, Billy thought he kind of looked like a ping-pong ball bouncing around the room. “I’ll be by the stairs ok!” He told Billy just before the other left the dorm again.

*****

Jennie was just as excited as Eddie was, Billy half-thought that she would start floating around the room.

“If this actually works, what’s gonna happen to you Eddie?” Jennie was asking a million questions, like she was interviewing Eddie. Eddie floated a few paces in front of Billy and Jennie, leading them to the abandoned theatre room.

Eddie turned to face them, his glow was a lot brighter in the nighttime. “Well, I’ll just move on. Like, I won’t be here anymore.”

“You just disappear?”

“Yeah. Think so anyway.”

Billy was quiet as he followed the other two, he was still thinking that he didn’t really want Eddie to go, but if that made Eddie happy, he wouldn’t stop him. It must’ve been kinda sad, seeing everything change around you but you’re still the same. All of his friends must’ve grown up and forgotten about him right?

“We’re here,” Eddie stopped in front of an old side building to the west of campus. It looked like a storage container to Billy, in fact he had seen it when he was dropped off at campus by his dad and he had assumed it was where sports equipment was kept.

Eddie went ahead and floated through the wall, yelling for the other two to come along with him. Unfortunately for them the door was locked and they couldn’t phase through a solid wall. Jennie rattled the door handle to get Eddie’s attention again.

“Is the door locked? Oh uh, I figured it wouldn’t be,” Eddie’s head appeared outside of the door.

Billy crouched at the locked door and pulled some wires from his pocket, sliding the wires in, he started to poke around until he found the locking mechanism. A few more pokes and he heard the click of the door unlocking.

“Where did you learn how to pick locks?” Jennie blurted out when Billy stood back up. He opened the door to Eddie floating there in amazement. “It’s a long story,” he muttered. “Are we gonna find this guitar pick or not?” he really didn’t want to go into why he got sent to this school right now.

“Should I uh, lead the way?” Eddie made some grand gestures like he was welcoming them to a grand hotel.

The only light in the room was the glow from Eddie, with the dark shapes cast by whatever was in the room, it looked like something out of a horror B movie. Billy and Jennie were tripping over stuff, themselves, each other until the were drowned in the overhead lights.

“That better for you guys?” Eddie called from somewhere in the distance. The room looked like a theatre nerd’s wet dream, there was a fucking throne in the room for god’s sake! Chalets lined the dust covered table, which itself was littered with dice and bits of paper that were scrawled with drawings of elves and some numbers that meant nothing to Billy. Eddie was floating in a sitting position in the throne. Like it was his, it probably was.

“Was this the- the Hellfire Club?” Jennie sounded amazed by all that was around her, eyes taking in everything. Some of the stuff in here reminded Billy of the mountain hall in the Fellowship of the Ring, maybe Eddie was a fan when he was alive.

“You’d be right, this was indeed where brave adventurers gathered to take on the wrath of the dark lord Vecna. Where-”

Billy wasn’t listening to Eddie anymore, he was wandering about the room, looking for anything that might be Eddie’s guitar pick necklace. If he was going to be honest, he just wanted to find it quickly and rip off the bandaid of Eddie leaving. Easier that way.

Then, he found the photo.

It was just a polaroid but it was of Eddie and his friends from 1985, they were smiling and the photo was so full of joy. The Eddie in the photo didn’t know that he’d be stuck at 19 while the rest of his friends got to grow up and move on with their lives.

“That photo huh?” Eddie was now beside Billy, “God, man Gareth was such a goof. I saw him at the ten year reunion in ‘97. He’d gotten married and was gonna be a dad,” he pointed the smaller boy with a flannel shirt in the photo. “And Jeff?” he now pointed to the tallest boy in the photo, “he got into Stanford on a scholarship, always the brains of the operation in here.” Eddie sounded wistfully nostalgic about the time he had with them but Billy didn’t miss the sad note in his voice.

“Eddie, do you wanna stay?” Billy asked quietly.

Eddie for once, was speechless. Was his brain short-circuiting? He looked like he was buffering.

“Stay? What do you mean?”

Billy turned to face Eddie, “I mean stay here with me and Jennie. You’ve probably been so lonely for years, and honestly, I don’t want you to go.” He felt more vulnerable than he had in months, just as much as when he admitted his feelings for that boy back on the beach in California and feeling his stomach rise and fall with the waves. He just hoped that Eddie wouldn’t throw him in the deep end.

“I never thought about that…” Eddie trailed off, as if he was unsure what to say, “I, I don’t think I wanna go either. Even if I can only hang around with you guys outside of the school building at night.” Eddie chewed his lower lip, waiting for Billy to say something, anything.

“I uh… maybe…” Billy started to speak again but was interrupted by Jennie holding a leather cord with a guitar pick strung on it. “Found it in the box behind the throne,” she held the necklace out to Eddie. But I um… might have been eavesdropping and I don’t want you to go either Eddie.” Jennie blushed and turned away, like she had just admitted to having a crush.

Eddie looked happier than either Billy or Jennie had ever seen him, maybe there was a little tear in his eye but no one was going to bring attention to it. Maybe the afterlife didn’t have to be the end for Eddie Munson.

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