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BUCKLE UP BABY HERE WE GO

Then you pictured it: Bob alone on the bus in the dark underneath the jackets and without his arm. Bradley alone in the nurse’s office with his face turned away from the window. Reuben and Mickey in the woods a few feet apart from each other in the dark. Paul’s body face-down in the middle of the desolate woods.

The visuals of these lifeless bodies alone in the middle of empty locations make my stomach churn

He couldn’t bear the thought of something else happening to his friends, even if he knew they wouldn’t be able to feel it.

Oh this makes me feel ill and sad

“Why are you so amped? The sun hasn’t even come up yet. Can’t you chill? Besides…” Coyote sighed, pressing his palms to his eyes.

JAVY DONT TELL HER TO CHILL

Once you said it--they’re on their own--Javy suddenly had an identical fear. Forget bears and coyotes. Yes, they’re alone. Your friends are dead--but more than dead, they’re all by themselves. They can’t be out there by themselves.

I’m going to CRY IM TOO SENSITIVE FOR THIS

You nodded. You were almost glad for a moment that he was dead, because he would rather be dead than watch her suffer.

I can’t bear this

“Christ, didn’t even hear you coming, birdie! Trying to give an old man a heart attack?” He’d have said. He would’ve really beamed at you, holding his finger with the tiniest of splinters up to you. “I’ll give you the download--I’m hurt real bad. I need you in a bad way. ”

I CANT DO THJS!! THIS IS A TARGETED ATTACK

“No,” you’d answered quickly, not looking away from Bradley. “I told him I’d say until he was gone.”

“He is gone,” Coyote whispered to you, brows knit.

MILLOTHY!!!!!!!!!!!!

“No,” you whispered, rubbing your face. “He can’t be alone forever.”

STOP IT

“We should’ve…maybe we should’ve come and gotten him when things first got ugly,” Coyote said. “Maybe he could’ve…”

No baby don’t do this, don’t torture yourself like that

“They didn’t leave each other,” you quietly said to Javy.

My heart can’t take this death march

When you walked back, Mickey’s weight heavy in your arms, fragments of skull crunched beneath your feet. They were almost indistinguishable from the gravel. You pretended not to notice Coyote’s tears.

I CANT DO THIS MILLOTHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

Maybe you were finally going to shower.

… finally👀💀

It dawned on you, just as you pulled the sheet to his chin, that it was the closest to a funeral he’d ever get. No parents. No siblings. No girlfriend. Only you. You and whoever else was left.

FUCK OFFFFF I CANT DO THIS. I CANT DO THIS.

Maybe it was one of the last moments he was himself.

Stop that please I beg

“I could drink a case of you, darling,” you whispered to him very seriously. You paused, choked up, and slid your hand through his curls. Still so soft, so thick. You could still smell the sweat on his scalp. “And still I’d be on my feet.”

Crying very real tears rn

A few of the campers were beginning to crowd the courtyard, playing meagerly as Phoenix sat off to the side with her legs drawn to her chest, her cheeks resting atop her knees.

It’s so crazy to me thinking of children playing after all of the horror they’ve seen and heard. I don’t know if it’s comforting or makes me feel sick LOL

Then, as if someone had thrown a wet sheet over her face, she remembered that Bob Floyd was dead. And with wet, wet grief blanketing her and water in her lungs, she sunk back into her pillows and wept as quietly as she could. She did not wake any of the campers.

WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME MILLOTHY

You weren’t sure there was anything on this green earth that would ever make you forget Bradley closing his eyes and slipping away as you held him close to your body.

I’m leaving this earth goodbye, I am off to float up past the clouds and into the sun

“It was on clearance,” you told her.

I just cackled

Phoenix stopped laughing when she noticed that you were weeping. And instead of bringing light to the matter, instead of asking you what was wrong--which she decided was fruitless--she picked up the bar of soap and lathered it in her hands.

AND NOW INCRY AGAIN

Five. That’s more bodies than there were Beatles.

You motherfucker LMFAOOOOOOO NOT THE BEATLES SPOILER WITHOUT CONTEXT BEING THIS HAHAHAHAHA

She’s backlit by sunlight, which is vivid and unholy, stooping softly because she’s unsure if you’re going to chastise her for coming into the canteen. In her hands, which are trembling, she has a bundle of delicate plum-colored irises.

Sweet freak :(

Looking at Mable now, that little lost girl who everyone mocked, your heart aches.

I’ve never called her a freak in my life

She glances down at your throat and looks at the bruises that lay there like a necklace. They’re the same color as the flowers. “They’re irises.”

Oh this was NASTY OF YOU!!!

She glances at the bodies. “There’s enough for us to give them all one.”

God this is so so sad

“We’re gonna run out of food by then,” you whisper. You glance at the mess hall. “And the bodies are gonna start to…”

The nightmare isn’t always over after it’s supposed to end🥲

“Civilization,” she repeats, shaking her head. “We’re gonna have to be reintegrated into society like a bunch of wild animals.”

Lotsssss of therapy, babe. So much therapy.

“He kinda already did,” Coyote says softly, sadly. “Won’t that be staining his memory if we…?”

…

“He said he was sorry,” you tell them. They keep their gazes fixed on you. “When he came to…I mean, it was only for a little while. But he said he was sorry. Said he wouldn’t have been able to live with what…”

I AM DEVASTATED!!!!

“Chipper,” Jake says, a weak smile gracing his lips. He reaches up and carefully grazes your throat, face twisted in utter despair. “He got you, huh?” Nodding, you say nothing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

The bruises are deep--he can make out the bend of Bradley’s fingers.

I am launching myself into the sun!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I think I’m a big boy now,” he says and it sounds more like an apology than anything else. “Blood doesn’t make me wanna Ralph all over your jellies.”

Don’t make me laugh rn I’m upset w you Millothy

And your trusty Smokey Bear poster, the one you’ve brought with you every--

SMOKEY BEAR MY KING

“Only we can prevent them?” Jake tries.

ONLY YOU CAN HELP PREVENT WILDFIRES!!!!

And now you’re standing in the middle of the courtyard, waiting for the inevitable to happen. The ovens will explode--if they do not explode in tandem, then the first explosion will trigger the second. The ax, the one marked by D.G., will burst into a million pieces from its spot inside the oven. And every other ax at Camp Arcadia will burn just as brightly as the old wooden building. The blood that seeped into the floors will curdle in the heat. The buckshot doors will catch fire, too. Black smoke will rise. Help will come.

OH YEAH THIS PARAGRAPH IS THE MONEY BABY

Distantly, you hear pops and cracks. They sound like the figure that contorted in your nightmares, the one who stood before you and let you gaze upon its figure. The one that was Damien all along, the one that would take everything away from you.

Haunting haunting haunting

Screwing your eyes shut, you try to breathe through the sudden fear that is sitting so heavy on the column of your throat, pressing its thumbs against your delicate skin.

STOP THAT

It’s coming closer now--the distinct churning, chopping sound of a helicopter’s blades.

Fortunate Sun by Creedence Clearwater Revival is now playing.

Everything always does.

IM CRY!!!!! IM SICK!!!!! GOOD FUCKINF BYE!!!!!

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

—𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘. —𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 𝟕.𝟗𝐊 —𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 —𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 —𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐒, 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟑𝐑𝐃, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕

There are five bodies lying in the mess hall at Camp Arcadia, which is nestled in the desolate woods of Great Oakes, Maine. It is a long, long hike to town and there is a partially burnt dead tree lying in the middle of the path out still.

Standing here in the mess hall, the heat nibbling on your ears and clouding your lungs, you keep counting the corpses as if the number is going to change. As if you aren’t the one that brought all of them in here with Coyote. It is elementary to count--one of the first skills you learned, unfurling your lumbering fingers to form crooked three’s and seven’s. But you’re just not sure what else to do but look down at them and count.

It was your idea to have all of them in here together.

Fear is what woke you up--early in the morning, before the sun rose, when Jake had just nodded off after assuring himself that you were out. He’d watched you for as long as he could, his back pulsing dully and his eyes drooping. He’d even pushed through Coyote’s snoring, which he didn’t realize he’d missed until he heard the first distinct grumble.

You suddenly tore out of your slumber with a gasp, sitting up on your elbows, heart beating erratically out of your chest. And, really, you couldn’t discern what was wrong for a moment. You were safe in your cabin. Coyote was snoring and Jake was breathing. The kids were with Phoenix, safely tucked into their beds. There was no more maniac to worry about. You were finally sleeping.

Never mind the rot and the bugs and the wild animals. Never mind everything that is cerebral, sensible. You were worried--agonized, really--about the people you love being alone.

So, not a moment after you woke up, you were slinking out of the cot with your heart in your throat and gently shaking Javy’s shoulder until he was blinking himself awake.

“Javy,” you whispered. He squinted in the dark, yawning, just barely able to make out your familiar silhouette. “We have to go get them.”

“Who?” Javy had asked, still half-asleep. “The kids?”

“Bob, Mickey, Reuben, Bradley, and Paul,” you whispered.

Saying their names felt like swishing a mouthful of tacks and biting down hard. You swallowed with difficulty your throat still numb with grief, and wondered if your gums were bleeding.

Javy sat up a little straighter, eyebrows coming together.

“Right now?” He asked. “What’s the matter?”

Immediately, his mind pulsed with sulfur. Maybe you’d heard coyotes crying in the distance--or a bear rummaging around in the bus barn. He couldn’t bear the thought of something else happening to his friends, even if he knew they wouldn’t be able to feel it.

“I’m not gonna be able to fall back asleep if we don’t,” you told him.

He slumped in his chair slightly, sighing.

“Why are you so amped? The sun hasn’t even come up yet. Can’t you chill? Besides…” Coyote sighed, pressing his palms to his eyes. “Aren’t you worn out?”

A moment flitted by--quiet as ever before.

You sucked in a deep breath and shook your head.

“They’re on their own,” you whispered, shaking your head in the dark again. “I can’t…I can’t bear the thought.”

“Shit,” Coyote whispered, shaking his head. “Anyone ever told you that you’re pretty convincing?”

“No,” you said back quietly.

Bob was first. The sun was beginning to rise and it was already hot--mosquitoes were swarming, biting your shoulders. But all the same, you climbed onto the bus before Coyote and stood at Bob’s body. And he was there, under all the jackets, waiting for you.

“Let’s move ‘im before Nix gets up and at ‘em,” Coyote insisted, shaking his head softly. “He would’ve…I mean, he really would’ve hated how badly this hurts her.”

You nodded. You were almost glad for a moment that he was dead, because he would rather be dead than watch her suffer.

“That would’ve killed him,” you whispered.

Then it was Bradley.

Lying in the nurse’s office, all his blood and your blood dried, his head turned away from the sun. What struck you as so peculiar when you saw him was that his eyes were slipped shut as if he was only basking in the warmth for a moment. The soles of your shoes were sticking to the dried blood on the floor, but that wasn’t what stopped you dead in your tracks. What stopped you dead in your tracks, stuck still and staring at him, was the thought of him opening his eyes and turning towards you with a sultry grin.

He didn’t move though. He stayed where he was, still and silent.

“You okay?” Coyote asked. He debated resting his hand on your shoulder, watching your dull eyes as they gazed upon Bradley’s body for the first time since yesterday. “Do you want me to do this one?”

“No,” you’d answered quickly, not looking away from Bradley. “I told him I’d say until he was gone.”

“He is gone,” Coyote whispered to you, brows knit.

That was the first time he was scared that you--you who had almost single-handedly ended the horror at camp, you who had been nearly choked to death and still had the strength and gall to be chased through the woods, you who had somehow saved all the campers and him and Jake and Phoenix--were beginning to fold.

You swallowed hard, eyes twitching as you blinked at Bradley. There was a vague incredulousness to your gaze.

“But he’s right here,” you whispered. “I had him…right here.”

How could he be gone if he was right there within the reach of your fingertips? How were those ears, the ones he always teased piercing, un-hearing? Couldn’t he hear the swallows crying and the mourning dove singing? How could he be gone when he was only just there?

Coyote laid his palm on your shoulder. You were rigid beneath his touch.

“Do you wanna leave him here?” He asked quietly.

He glanced at Bradley and his belly turned. Part of him was mourning him--one of his closest friends suddenly dead right before him. And the other part of him, a small and strange part, was relieved. Not because Bradley was dead--but because it was over. He would not go to prison. He would not kill anymore. He would stay wherever the two of you put him.

“No,” you whispered, rubbing your face. “He can’t be alone forever.”

Coyote followed you through the woods, stepping over gnarled tree roots and ducking beneath the low limbs of American beech trees, to Paul’s body. The sun was shining brightly then, the clock racing towards mid-morning, and Paul’s body was crumpled and blood-soaked.

“Poor old man,” Coyote whispered.

You had nothing to say.

“He knew about the original massacre,” you whispered to Coyote, sniffling. You were watching the sun beat down on Paul’s gray skin. “Why do you think he stuck around?”

“Beats the Hell outta me,” Coyote responded. “Maybe he was one of them true crime fanatics.”

“Or he had a death wish,” you said softly.

Coyote recoiled at your words.

“We should’ve…maybe we should’ve come and gotten him when things first got ugly,” Coyote said. “Maybe he could’ve…”

Another should’ve. Another could’ve. You’re up to your ears in should’ve’s and could’ve’s.

“Fat chance,” you whispered.

And you sounded heartless when you said it, but you weren’t. Paul wouldn’t have survived. He was too old, too slow. There was no more room on the bus. You couldn’t have saved him.

Then the two of you walked tentatively down the trail where you knew you would find Reuben and Mickey, no longer afraid that someone was just further down the road, ducked behind a tree and lying in wait.

And you found them there, just as Damien had told you, not even two miles down the trail. They were only a few feet away from each other, strewn across the gravel like sacks of flour.

“They didn’t leave each other,” you quietly said to Javy.

It was just as he’d told you. They never left each other’s sides.

Sweat dripped down your face. You wiped your brow.

“Does that make you feel better?” Javy whispered to you.

“No,” you said.

“Ditto,” Coyote whispered back.

Leaning down, you picked up the walkie that was lying only an inch from Mickey’s hand. Within an inch of his life. And when you saw Mickey’s face, frozen in its final expression of terror, you could almost hear your name falling off his lips and puncturing the air.

Once the bodies were all in the hall, nestled in beside each other, you left Javy alone to gaze at them. He was still wiping beneath his eyes, shaking his head, unable to let his gaze linger on any one person for too long.

“Gale! Where you going?” He called out, but you were already crossing the courtyard and heading towards the cabins. “Gale!”

He figured that you were going to check on Jake. Maybe you were finally going to shower. Or maybe you were just going to be by yourself for a minute. He had yet to see you cry--he wasn’t sure what to gather from that yet.

But then you returned a few minutes later with a heap of flannel sheets in your arms.

The two of you covered each of the bodies carefully. Neither of you made light of the fact that it would be the last time either of you would see the faces of the people you loved. It would’ve been impossible to slide the sheets over their eyes, even if they were stained with blood. How could the two of you say goodbye to these people you didn’t even know were leaving?

You covered Bradley last, on your knees and dressed with an indiscernible expression. It dawned on you, just as you pulled the sheet to his chin, that it was the closest to a funeral he’d ever get. No parents. No siblings. No girlfriend. Only you. You and whoever else was left.

So, you paused. You looked down at his face, which was more bruised now. Violet and gray. His face was still unmistakably his face, though. It made your belly turn to think of never seeing it again this close to yours.

Bradley hadn’t ever told you his religion. You weren’t sure if he had one. Religion made you too dizzy to think about now, anyway. But you felt that there must be something--something close to an utterance of a prayer or a hymn--that you could say to him. Even if his ears weren’t hearing anymore.

It was only a moment until the memory of the bonfire graced the forefront of your memory. Warm and bright, when you were a little drunk and a lot high, when everyone was eating s’mores and the campers were sleeping and you were dancing. When Bradley was strumming his guitar and singing Joni Mitchell and watching you, his eyes alight with joy.

Maybe it was one of the last moments he was himself.

Then you covered his face. And you never saw that face again--not with your naked eyes close to his. Only in dreams and photographs and murky memories.

Coyote was already gone by then, clenching his jaw tightly and walking across the courtyard to be with Jake and breathe in the fresh air. He was tired of being around death. He was tired of being soiled with blood. He was tired of watching you hurt.

You left, too.

Walking quietly and silently out of the mess hall and into the sunshine, you swallowed all the thick saliva coating your tongue and teeth and wished that it wasn’t so hot already. If not because of the sweat already gathering on your neck then because it would speed up the decomposition--

You had to rub your eyes until black and purple and pink spotted your vision to chase the thought away. Stop thinking about rot. Stop thinking about rot. Stop thinking about rot.

A few of the campers were beginning to crowd the courtyard, playing meagerly as Phoenix sat off to the side with her legs drawn to her chest, her cheeks resting atop her knees. She had woken up in her bunk, well-rested for the first night in a long time, and had almost felt peaceful as she listened to the sweet snoring of the campers and the swallows calling.

Phoenix watched you as you rubbed your eyes. You were swaying in your step, looking about ready to fall over if a gust of wind blew you too hard. And she watched you suddenly stop, blink yourself back into reality, then start towards the showers.

Good, she thought. You deserved a shower after everything.

She watched the children for a few more minutes, making sure no one wandered. But then she thought of you--all alone in the shower stalls, finally getting out of your soiled clothing, scraping the blood off you like a second skin. There would be places on your body that you would not be able to reach--like the back of your neck, between your shoulder blades, behind your ears. You wouldn’t be able to get clean on your own.

And with that thought, Phoenix walked over to your cabin. Jake was in bed, looking pinker in the cheeks and brighter in the eyes, eating a piece of toast. Javy was sitting in the chair beside him, listlessly looking down at his hands, trying to blink the image of Bradley’s body out of his vision.

“Hey,” she greeted--her voice was soft.

Javy glanced up at her, eyes glassy. He was taken aback that she was up and around. Earlier, he’d seen her positively mopey as she watched the children play. He understood. Of course he did.

“Hey,” Jake said back with a mouthful of toast. He coughed softly and managed a small smile. “How’re things?”

“Dandy,” Phoenix said back without smiling, glancing at Coyote. “Can you watch the ankle-biters? I’m gonna help Gale.”

“She alright?” Jake asked. His heart was suddenly in his throat as he adjusted himself, sitting up straighter on the bed, wincing. “Where is she--?”

“Cool it, Clydesdale,” Coyote said to Jake, sighing as he sat up and stretched. “I just saw her headed for the bathroom. You gonna shower, too, Nix?”

Phoenix just swallowed.

“Yeah,” she answered.

She didn’t knock on the door of the bathroom--she just walked in. And you were there, still dressed, standing just outside of the stream of the shower. Steam plumed around you like a thick fog.

You didn’t turn around to see who was there. You didn’t care to. It didn’t matter.

What mattered is that you were finally standing in the bathroom, ready to wash yourself clean of your blood and Bradley’s and Bob’s and Paul’s and Jake’s, and you couldn’t make your feet move. Your sneakers were suddenly made of solid silver--glued to the tiles.

“Hey,” Phoenix said softly. She adjusted uncomfortably, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. “I figured you might need…”

“My clothes are beyond help, I think,” you said softly to Phoenix, glancing down at your dungarees and button-up. And you were right--no amount of laundry detergent, no amount of elbow grease could restore them to what they once were. The blue will always be tinted red. “I don’t know if I should take them off.”

“You should,” Phoenix said softly. “It would feel better.”

Feel better. That strikes you as funny. Your father’s chicken soup used to make you feel better. Wool socks. Orchid-scented candles. A new bottle of perfume. Fresh scrubs. Brushing your teeth. Kevin Bacon in Footloose.

But now, in the after, you weren’t sure there was anything that would ever dull the ache in your bones. You weren’t sure there was anything on this green earth that would ever make you forget Bradley closing his eyes and slipping away as you held him close to your body.

All the same, though, you didn’t fight Phoenix when she set a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll help you,” she said.

And all you could say, with tears brimming your waterline, was okay.

Carefully, you unhooked your dungarees and Phoenix pulled the straps off your shoulders. When you let them fall--finally fall--they puddled in a red and blue heap at your feet.

“I’ve got them,” Phoenix insisted. “Step out.”

You unbuttoned your shirt with quivering fingers as she pushed your soiled overalls aside, straightening her posture and holding her hand out to take your shirt from you.

But you hesitated for a moment before slipping out of the shirt. It had been on you for days. It had been on your body since the night you had given yourself to Bradley, when Bob lost his arm, when everything started to go wrong.

“It’s alright,” Phoenix insisted. She swallowed hard herself, nodding at you like you’re some sort of creature she had to convince. “I’ll take it.”

Quivering, you took it off. And for the first time in days, your bare skin touched warm and wet air. Something tickled your spine, something between a tingle and a shiver. Phoenix took the crumpled shirt and you hesitantly walked towards the water.

Wanting to give you privacy, Phoenix glanced down at your shirt. It used to be powder blue and flowy. And when she was holding it then, as you very gingerly dipped your fingers beneath the boiling stream, it was red and stiff.

“Merry-Go-Round,” Phoenix said, reading the tag. You turned to her, eyebrows knit, arms beneath the stream finally. Phoenix swallowed, softly smiling at you. “You’re bougie. I’m more of a Debs girl.”

At first, you just stared at her. Bloody water was beginning to circle the drain as it melted off your forearms and hands. Phoenix was still smiling, unsure of herself and her words, but determined to give you a kind face to look at.

“It was on clearance,” you told her.

And then the both of you laughed. First it was you--a crack in the delicate porcelain, a throaty thing that bubbled up from your belly. Then it was Phoenix--sweet relief, breathy, quiet. It echoed off the tiles, hid beneath the stream, mingled in the steam, circled the drain dressed in pink and dark red.

But then as you stepped forward into the water, biting your quivering lip, your throaty laughter faded. Suddenly your eyes were prickling with tears and your cheeks were burning and the water wasn’t hot enough to wash away all the filth you felt caking your being and you were tired and your lips were stinging.

She didn’t mind that her clothes were wet as she stood close to you and your jerking shoulders and swollen face. She didn’t mind that spit was leaking from your cracked lips as you cried.

She just washed the places you couldn’t reach.

Now, you’re alone in the mess hall again, counting and recounting all these bodies. You’re clean finally, hair still dripping cold water down the back of your neck, dressed in a pair of ringer shorts and your STAFF shirt from a few summers ago.

Five. That’s more bodies than there were Beatles. That’s every single finger on one hand. It’s the number of all human senses. It’s the number of years you have to live before you’re allowed to pack a paper bag lunch and finger paint all day. Five.

“Miss Nightingale?”

Turning, pausing on three--Paul--and biting the inside of your cheek, you meet Mable’s weary gaze. She’s backlit by sunlight, which is vivid and unholy, stooping softly because she’s unsure if you’re going to chastise her for coming into the canteen. In her hands, which are trembling, she has a bundle of delicate plum-colored irises.

Moving off your hands and knees and into a crouching position, you shake your head softly at her. Your face is still kind, though. Looking at Mable now, that little lost girl who everyone mocked, your heart aches.

“You don’t wanna be in here, honey,” you say quietly. “It’s not for kids.”

You’re the only counselor who can stomach this.

But Mable can, too.

“I brought some flowers,” she says after a moment, glancing down at the quivering petals. She sniffles and then looks back at you. Your eyes are wide and your face is finally clean. You’re beautiful--a fact that exists always, even when you’re covered in blood. She glances down at your throat and looks at the bruises that lay there like a necklace. They’re the same color as the flowers. “They’re irises.”

Now you glance at the irises. They're still wet with morning dew.

“Oh,” you whisper. You sniffle, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood. “They sure are pretty.”

Hesitantly, she steps forward. You don’t tell her to stop. You don’t shake your head at her. You don’t so much as narrow your eyes at her. And for Mable, that’s as good as an invitation for her to come forward.

The air in the mess hall is muggy and musty--a scent she recognizes from her dog’s fur when he rolls in something rotten in the backyard. Yes, that is what it smells like. Rot. Something rotten. But she keeps coming towards you.

“There’s flowers at funerals, right?” She asks you, glancing at the sheet-covered bodies. THe hairs on the back of her neck are raised, but she continues marching forward. “That’s why I…brought them.”

“That’s nice,” you whisper. When she’s close enough, you stand up and go to her so she doesn’t have to get any closer to the bodies. Taking the flowers, you inspect them a bit closer. There’s a few ants crawling on the stem and petals, erratic. You don’t flick them away. “But this isn’t a funeral, sweetheart. They’re not gonna…stay here.”

“I know,” Mable says, looking down at her shoes. She scuffs the wide-plank floors and shrugs. “We aren’t staying here, right?”

“No,” you quickly say to her. You sigh, closing your eyes. “Mister Coyote and Miss Phoenix are going to Mister Paul’s cabin to see if he has an old radio.”

“A HAM radio?” Mable asks. You nod, mouth dry. “My Papa had a HAM radio. We used to gab on it, like, all the time in the shed.”

Twisting the flowers in your fingers, ears ringing, you nod. Everyone’s grandpa has a HAM radio, you’re sure.

“We’ll call for help if we can find one,” you tell her.

She nods with another little shrug.

The other campers are playing outside, laughing with their mouths wide open and their hair stinking of grass and lake water. The sun is high in the sky and the wind is blowing in the trees and the ground is hot. It is a perfect day.

“My Papa died,” Mable says, bringing her eyebrows together. She plays with the skin around her fingernails, unable to meet your soft gaze. “He liked irises a lot. It’s what he…well, it’s what him and Meemaw named my mama when she was born. Iris. We put them on his grave every year.”

You just watch her, eyebrows blanched and heart steadily pounding. She looks so small right now--so much smaller than she looked when she said Mister Jake would die, when she was carried away from the mess hall. Her arm is still wrapped where Rooster sliced her--the bandage is clean. No more blood oozes from the wound.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you whisper. “Iris is a pretty name.”

“He always told us about the Greek goddess Iris. Do you know her?” She briefly glances up at you and you shake your head softly. “She was a messenger between Heaven and earth. She would…take people that died up to Heaven. Be their friend on the way. That’s why Meemaw planted all of ‘em around his grave. She said it would…oh. What’s the word when you call something?”

And suddenly, Mable has reminded you who the camper is and who the counselor is.

“Summon,” you tell her.

She nods.

“Yes. Summon. The flowers summon her and she takes them with her,” Mable says. She glances at the bodies. “There’s enough for us to give them all one.”

With your tongue thick with tears, you glance at the bodies. Right where you left them.

“Oh,” you whisper, looking down at the flowers in your hands.

“Flowers can feel like talking to God sometimes,” she says.

She can picture her mother, clear as day, bending over the thick stems of her father’s grave and saying hi, daddy. And with a sudden and horrible ache in her chest, she realizes just how bad she wants to go home.

With the sound of children playing and birds singing and leaves rustling flooding the air you occupy, you pad across the wooden floors and carefully lay one plum-colored iris on each of the bodies.

And then you stand back, heat in your cheeks, and look at them all. Flowers on plaid sheets. Bodies lying on the floor. It is enough to turn your stomach.

“Miss Nightingale?” She whispers. You hum, but don’t look over at Mable. “Is this gonna happen again?”

“No,” you tell her. You’re determined as you wipe beneath your eyes and dry your hands of dew on your cloth shorts. “I won’t let it.”

“How?” Mable asks you.

“I don’t know yet,” you whisper. “But I’ll figure it out.”

♀

When Phoenix and Coyote come back, they’re empty-handed and hollow-chested.

Not every grandpa has a HAM radio.

They find you standing just outside the mess hall, watching the children play. Your eyes are drooping but shining beneath the glittering sun, and your jaw is flexed as you bite down hard on your own molars. The bruises around your throat are wildly apparent now that there is no blood to shroud it.

“Nothing,” Phoenix says to you as soon as you’re in earshot.

You turn to her, eyebrows drawn. You glance at Coyote, who shakes his head, then look down at your feet.

“Not even a walkie? A landline?”

“Nope,” Coyote sighs, heaving himself onto the ground. He fingers the gravel below him and watches a game of Tag unfold before him. “That was pointless.”

You chew the inside of your cheek.

“What are we gonna do?” Phoenix whispers.

“Mav and Penny--!” Coyote starts.

He’s interrupted by the immediate shaking of your head.

“We’re gonna run out of food by then,” you whisper. You glance at the mess hall. “And the bodies are gonna start to…”

They can fill in the blanks themselves. Smell. Rot. Decompose.

“Gnarly,” Coyote whispers, rubbing his face. “So…we’re fucked.”

“This is just…so our luck, isn’t it?” Phoenix says with a pitiful and strained laugh. You and Coyote look at her as a few tears flood ehr waterline. Just being so close to Bob makes her emotional--that and the crippling fear of being found when it’s too late. “We…we fight our way out, tooth and goddamn nail, and still! Still we’re…screwed. Totally screwed.”

“We’re not…” you start. But you don’t know how to finish the sentence. “There must be another way for us to get a message out.”

“Well, the phones are still out. There’s no HAM radio. None of us are in any condition to make the hike out. We’re in the middle fo nowhere. Nowhere!” Coyote groans. “I’d say that’s as close to fucked as fucked gets.”

Saying nothing, you swallow hard. There’s a lump in your throat.

It’s hard to even imagine a world outside of this one right now. A world without a mess hall, a nurse’s cabin, a cluster of camper cabins, a latrine. No canoes and no lake. A world without five bodies covered in sheets with a single flower on their chests.

“What if someone took a canoe across the lake?” Phoenix asks, biting her lip. “Where would that take us?”

“To woods and more woods,” Coyote answers. He points towards the mouth of the trail. “That is the way to civilization.”

Phoenix follows his finger and sighs.

“Civilization,” she repeats, shaking her head. “We’re gonna have to be reintegrated into society like a bunch of wild animals.”

A smile tugs on Coyote’s lips. He glances at Phoenix and she is smiling, too--a soft and meager thing, one that is ready to flee at the first sign of protest. But he just nudges her with his shoulder.

“What will we tell the cops?” You ask. They both look at you. “Now that he’s…I mean, they can’t…”

“We should just tell them that Bradley did it,” Phoenix says. She’s not bitter, but mournful. Her chest is wounded so tight that she feels like she’s about to spin out of control. “I mean, you’re right. He’s gone. He’s not gonna suffer the consequences.”

“He kinda already did,” Coyote says softly, sadly. “Won’t that be staining his memory if we…?”

Looking off into the distance, you swallow hard.

When Phoenix realizes that you’re choked up, she presses her arm against yours. You just clear your throat and try to unfurrow your brows.

“So, we’ll tell them he did it,” Coyote says after a moment. He waves away a few mosquitoes. “And then he couldn’t live with the guilt. You know…offed himself.”

Phoenix watches your face for any sort of fight--but there’s nothing there. You just nod, steely. Your lip is tucked between your teeth.

“But this is if we get out,” you whisper.

No one says anything for a long while. You just watch the children play.

♀

When Jake wakes up, he immediately feels the warmth of your body pressed against him. There’s sweat dotting his forehead and his back hurts and his throat is dry, but he can feel all of your skin and heat against his body. So, he’s alright. He’s alright where he is.

You’re tucked up against his side, cheek resting on his shoulder, open hand splayed across his chest to feel his heartbeat beneath your palm. You’re awake--heavy-lidded eyes drooping and breathing slow and even but awake--just blinking at all the green outside your window screens.

“Sleeping?” Jake whispers, half-expecting you to not answer.

“No,” you whisper, glancing up at him. He’s already looking down at you, cheeks pink and forehead shining in the afternoon sunlight. Your chest is tight as you reach up and very softly press your fingers against the scruff on his chin, his cheeks. “We might never get outta here.”

When you say this, Jake knows that it isn’t to frighten him. It isn’t that you’re trying to be bleak. It is not for the sake of doom and gloom. You’re saying it honestly, earnestly. You have to tell him the same way you had to tell Bob that you were sorry, the same way you told Bradley you wouldn’t leave until he was gone.

“You were a bit preoccupied yourself,” you whisper, not smiling. “Coyote had me.”

A sudden and fleeting burst of joyful pride floods Jake’s chest. His best friend saving his girl. But then his brows knit as your eyes flit across his face, lips flat.

“They didn’t find a HAM radio, huh?” He whispers.

“No,” you whisper. “I thought every geezer had one.”

“Me too,” he sighs. “And the phones are still…?”

“Out,” you confirm. “Food’s dwindling, too. Shouldn’t have feasted the way we did.”

“We deserved it,” Jake says. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

Maybe he means if they’re all gonna die out here, at least their bellies were full one last time. Frozen apple pies and bologna sandwiches and apricots and trail mix. He’s not sure he’s ever seen the children as happy as they were, finally eating after the harrowing few days they endured.

“I think I would, too,” you tell Jake. “I just wish things were different.”

He sighs softly, really taking in your appearance now that you’re clean of blood and gore.

The bruises are deep--he can make out the bend of Bradley’s fingers. He can imagine, clear as day, your lips turning blue and your eyes bulging as the air left your lungs and sat stunted just outside your mouth.

There are other cuts and bruises littering your body--a few on your neck, your arms, your legs, your face. Little things that will heal one day. One day, when this is all over and if all of you make it out, those bloody seams will close. Your skin will come back together, stitch itself. The blood that rose to the surface of your skin will settle and, just like that, the bruises will be gone. You will have nothing to show for them.

But the cut on the outside of your arm, the one that looks as gnarly as Jake bets it feels, will scar. He looks at it now, touching the delicate skin around it, inspecting it with his lip tucked between his teeth.

You’re watching him with your brows pulled together.

“Isn’t that a bit bloody for your taste?” You ask weakly.

Jake glances up at you, worry staining his twisted lips and pink cheeks.

“I think I’m a big boy now,” he says and it sounds more like an apology than anything else. “Blood doesn’t make me wanna Ralph all over your jellies.”

Spine prickling with something resembling love, you nod.

“Who would’ve thought?” You whisper. A stray tear rolls down your cheek. “Exposure therapy really works.”

“I’m the poster boy, baby,” he whispers, thumbing the tear away from your cheek.

Poster.

Glancing up and around, you take in your walls. All the crayon and watercolor pictures made for you by campers billowing in the wind, thumbtacks just barely hanging on. The sticky notes from your fellow nurses at the hospital, scribbled on blue paper with curly letters. One reads come back to us! Another reads If you see Kevin Bacon in a banana hammock when you get there--RUN! The photograph of you and your father in the kitchen of your old house, when you were no older than little Susie, when he was no older than Jake is now. And your trusty Smokey Bear poster, the one you’ve brought with you every--

The skin on your scalp prickles as you suddenly jolt up, still staring at the Smokey poster.

“What?” Jake asks, eyes wide with bewilderment. He tries to follow your gaze but hisses as his wound presses against the wall wrong. “What is it--?”

“Forest fires,” you say. You look down at him, eyes wide and mouth ajar.

“Only we can prevent them?” Jake tries.

“Smoke,” you say. “Smoke!”

And then it dawns on him--smoke signals.

He sits up straighter, ignoring the searing of his flesh and the sting of pain crawling up his spine.

“Holy fuck,” he says. His hands are trembling as he reaches for you. You let him pull your body against his, still in awe of your idea and the poster and fire, and bask in his tight grip for a minute. “Baby, you’re a genius!”

Glancing over at the taper candle, you spot the matches. Right where you left them. Waiting for you to light the candle and finish Carrie. You never got to do that. You reckon you never will.

♀.

Everything is in place.

Everyone is a few miles down the trail--far enough away that the campers will not see the explosion and it will not burst their eardrums. The fire will not touch them. Even Jake is with Coyote and Phoenix and everyone else, his arms slung over their shoulders.

He didn’t want to leave you, face screwed up with defeat and anger and helplessness, as he argued.

“You shouldn’t be alone,” he said, shaking his head.

Phoenix and Coyote had only watched the two of you, still digesting your plan. You were rapidly throwing what belongings that mattered to you into your duffel, heart racing.

“I have to be,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

“You know,” Jake started, sitting up with a bit of a struggle. “You always say that and it’s just--it’s just never true.”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder. He was staring at you, brows furrowed.

“I am sorry,” you said softly.

Coyote was staring at his feet, his own breaths coming in sharp puffs.

“I didn’t mean that part,” Jake said, shaking his head.

But still--you’re alone now.

The cabins are empty of belongings. Even everyone that is gone--their items are thrown into duffles and were lugged away from older campers. The only thing you nabbed, the only thing of Bradley’s you could stomach seeing, was the can of hairspray. That is not to say that it is for you to keep and cherish--the can is sitting on top of the gas oven in the kitchen, the dials turned all the way up.

You walked everyone of the mouth of the trail, just as you had walked Mickey and Reuben. There was more urgency this time, everyone racing away from the loudspeaker and courtyard and flagpole. But Natasha, Javy, and Jake lingered by you.

“I don’t like this,” Coyote said. “What if it gets out of control?”

“The mess hall is right on the water,” Phoenix had said, glancing at you.

You nodded at her, grateful. She nodded back.

“You shouldn’t be doing this by yourself.”

That was when you reached the point of no return. That was when you reached the point of gravel where they would go forward and you would go back--all the way back to the camp.

They all turned, eyebrows drawn together. Jake’s jaw was clenched still.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” you told them. You were holding the shotgun again. “I swear.”

“I’ll kill you if you die,” Javy said seriously.

You saluted him.

“We’ll wait for you,” Phoenix said seriously.

“I’ll come,” you told her.

Jake looked at you hard--the woman he loved, cut and bruised, holding the shotgun he taught her to shoot. His heart was in his throat and his eyebrows were knit and his back was pulsing, but when he spoke his tone was even and gentler than before.

“Really. You come just as soon as--!”

“--Just as soon as I know they’ve seen us. I know. I will.”

Everything is prepared in the kitchen of the mess hall. All three gas stoves are on and turned all the way up, the stench of the fumes flooding into your nostrils and singeing the delicate skin there. Every aerosol can you could find, you set atop the stoves.

The bodies, the ones that were resting in the mess hall, are now lined up in the courtyard. Blots of dark plaid on the white rocks, little bits of purple peeking out of the bleak colors.

“C’mon,” you whisper softly, fingers trembling as you hold the gun. The sun is beginning to set, the sky a soft blue and bright purple. “C’mon.”

Adjusting, you plant your feet in the gravel. You know the initial explosion will be strong--maybe strong enough to make your ears bleed, strong enough to throw you flat on your back. But you’ll be ready. All this grief, this rage, this agony--you’re sure it will keep you on your feet.

Staring at the completely intact building sitting against the tall, tall oak trees and the fading sky, your fingers begin to tremble. Maybe it won’t work. Maybe they won’t get hot enough. Maybe there’s a safety mechanism in place that will assure they don’t explode.

“C’mon,” you say, louder now, staring hard. “Just--just c’mon already! You coward!”

Really, it isn’t the building you’re talking to. And, as if he knows, as if he hears you loud and clear, the hair on the back of your neck prickles. Your stomach turns. Your fingers ache. The scent of sulfur tickles your upper lip. Dread drips down on you like fat raindrops.

“You’re not real,” you whisper, not tearing your gaze away from the building.

You can’t even blink, can’t look away even for a millisecond. There are tears streaming down your face, fat and hot, and you can do nothing but let them fall into your open mouth and dissolve on your tongue in puddles of salt.

Screwing your eyes shut, you try to breathe through the sudden fear that is sitting so heavy on the column of your throat, pressing its thumbs against your delicate skin.

“You’re not fucking real--!”

That is when it happens.

The ovens do not explode in tandem. The first one goes and then the second. And it is enough to make your ears bleed, it is enough to knock you away from the building and flat on your back. Gravel digs into your skin and black clouds your vision as you close your eyes during the blow.

The unmistakable scent of fire overwhelms you--just like it did the night the tree fell. Something is burning.

Pain marks your body as you scramble to your elbows, legs flung out below you like a ragdoll. Your ears are ringing, muffled. You can’t hear the fire that is suddenly roaring before you and eating the mess hall--but you can feel it against your skin.

Slowly blinking, shellshocked, you watch the azure flames lick at the sky. Red and orange and yellow against the muted colors of the nature that surrounds you.

It is so hot, so overwhelming, that you feel like you’re on fire yourself. Heat blankets you, suffocates you. Vaguely, you know you’re coughing. But you can’t feel it in your chest or hear it.

Thick, black smoke billows into the blue sky. They will be coming soon.

Scrambling to your feet, leaning on the shotgun to support your weight, you stand.

You stand and watch.

Camp Arcadia is burning.

And with it, your cruel summer is burning, too. Soon it will be dust like the ax and the wood and the dinner plates and the silverware and the food. The blood must be congealed now, well on its way to curdling then crumbling away.

“Jesus,” Jake mutters to Coyote. They’re standing a few miles down the trail, all huddled up together, watching the fire with their hearts in their throats. “Fucking shit.”

Coyote glances at Jake, who’s holding his face in his hands now. He claps Jake on the back.

“I know you missed it, man,” he starts, swallowing hard. His ears are ringing. “But it was her. It was all her.”

“What do you--what are you saying?” Jake asks, glancing up at Coyote.

Coyote meets his gaze, his brows pulled together.

“We’re here because of her,” Phoenix says before Coyote can. “Some fire, some explosives…it won’t stop her.”

“The Devil couldn’t keep her down,” Coyote finishes. “She’s alright. She’ll make it.”

Jake looks back and sees the flames licking the sky. Fuck.

Stumbling forward, you stand near the bodies, still coughing and trying to blink through your tears. The roaring fire falls silent upon your ears.

As if standing guard over them, you look up to the sky and wait. You wait for help to come, even if that didn’t work before. It will work now. You know it will.

The fire is beginning to spread--it’s eating the grass around the cabin, inching closer to you and the bodies. You won’t let it get to you. You can’t.

“C’mon,” you say again. Your throat vibrates with it--but you don’t hear it. “C’mon!”

And suddenly, like a bubble has burst, your hearing comes screaming back to you.

The fire is louder than you imagined it to be--screaming, eating, burning.

You watch it with quivering lips, feet firmly planted on the earth below you, finger resting on the trigger. You watch the sky, too, waiting for something.

And then you don’t have to wait any longer. You hear it in the distance--at first no louder than the buzz of a fly as it darts past your ear. But then louder, more distinguished. Louder than the flames eating the oak tree’s leaves. Yes, there it is. It’s coming closer now--the distinct churning, chopping sound of a helicopter’s blades.

Just as soon as you see it, see its black peeking through the thick smoke and hovering over you, your body goes slack.

Help is here. You are getting out. It’s over. It’s really, actually over.

Your finger is steady when you pull the trigger. The final bullet bursts into the air, punctures heat, flashes like the bulb of a camera and draws the attention of the pilot in the helicopter.

Eyes slipping shut as the gun falls from your grip, the heat of relief hugs you close. It feels like being in the arms of death--perfumed with familiarity, rubbing its nose against yours. Except you know in the marrow of your bones that it is okay.

It’s passing.

Everything always does.

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ameliasbitvh · 3 years ago

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𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐓.𝐌.𝐑.

a/n: special tag for my bsf @wolfstar-lb 😍 towards the end there's a little tvd crossover LSHJSGSHSH ugh im gonna write for stefan rn !!

library account: @ameliasbitvhlibrary

summary: vampire!reader spots tom riddle and decides to do the wizarding world a good little deed. (smut & character death) — nsfw rule

wc: 1.4k

requested: yes | | no

warning(s): character death !! blood kink, blood, reader feeds off of tom, smut, oral sex (male receiving), kind of non con bc tom is compelled but breaks thru it and reader compels him again, degradation kink, rough sex, and the kiss with stefan is fr rough and not proofread!!

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tom wandered around the forbidden forests, every step he took making a crunch on the fallen leaves. he was out here tonight to play a dangerous game, he was looking for someone to sacrifice for a horcrux.

as he kept his pace and kept walking, he noticed a figure, a shadow in the misty air. he squinted his eyes as the shadow moved slowly.

you knew he was watching you and god you were starving. there was one way and one way only that you knew how to get a fresh supply of blood, seduce and kill.

your hips swayed back and forth, alluring him closer to your body.

tom didn't know what was happening? why he moved closer to you? but once he did, his eyes finally made out what he was seeing. a beautiful girl.

your hips swayed with the wind, the breeze in your hair giving him the perfect view of your side profile.

finally, the moment he had been waiting for. you turned around, your sharp feline eyes meeting his. his eyes grew wide when yours collided with his.

your gaze was so intense that he couldn't look away, suddenly there was a glint in your eye that made him feel euphoric, high in the sky.

your seductive lips moved with a motion that beckoned him forward, "come here to me, pretty boy."

he obeyed, his legs carrying him to you.

"good," you smirked.

now, he was right in front of you.

your hands reached out, roaming his broad and strong shoulders.

they found the pumping pulse in his neck, you could feel it racing against your fingertips.

he was dazed, his eyes dreamily intoxicated; fixated on your body.

he knew you weren't a drug but you got him so high. the same way you felt about blood.

your lips brushed over his ear lobe, nibbling on it, a whisper ushing from your lips. "tell me, what were you out here for?"

his adams apple bobbed up and down for a moment, "to find a sacrifice for my third horcrux."

"horcrux you say?" well of course you had heard of that devilish object, it wasn't a product of mankind in your eyes. only the darkest of all would attempt it, telling you exactly how this boy was.

no one would miss him? so it's fine, you're doing good for this. you like to call it: charity work.

"and your third one? you are certainly naughty, mommy's gotta put you in place doesn't she?" you pouted, your arms wrapping around his neck. pulling him closer to you, your lips ghosted over his. "i gotta teach you a lesson, don't i?"

following, your lips collided on his. fiercely your tongue fought his for dominance, his hands under your thighs lifting you up he slammed your body against a tree. you let out a harsh moan and bit his lip with your fangs in response; blood spilling from his blushed lips.

your tongue immediately lapped it up, tatsung just how sweet he was. his intoxicating flavor forced your hips to rock against his cock. the movement making his cock harden. "fuck —" he groaned, but was cut off as your hand danced down his clothed abs into his pants.

"you feel my hand right there, sweetheart?"

he nodded his head, tossing it back he bucked into your hand.

you laughed at him. "so fucking pathetic, stupid bitch."

you soon removed his belt, falling off his waist it clanked against the decorated forest ground.

your hand pumped his length, "so big, i can't wait to taste you again."

you slithered onto your knees in front of him.

his eyes were already glued on you, ready for your every move he was guessing. again, you jerked him off. teasing him you tapped his tip on your tongue, making him whimper. "be patient, darling, because you don't have much longer."

you swirled your tongue around it, slowly taking it all in your mouth. fuck, he was big.

the head of his dick hit the back of your throat making your eyes water. bobbing your head back and forth you moaned tasting his sweet cock. but his blood was sweeter, making your teeth rot for it.

you didn't have a sweet tooth, it was more of a...per say; blood tooth.

especially the blood of a man.

what could you say? you're a maneater.

at first you weren't because you thought it was too many calories, but boys just tasted so good. you couldn't help yourself.

as your pace increased you felt him twitch in your mouth and immediately pulled away, in reaction he moaned and groaned. "if you wanna cum, you're gonna cum in me. got it?" you tilted your head, your tone making his cock strain more than it did before because fuck he wanted to fill that pretty pussy up.

standing up, your thumb swiped his lip, removing the blood and you sucked on it. "if you want to fuck me, say please."

even under your spell, it seemed his pride was still intact. but it did flash in your mind for a moment if he had broken out of your compelling powers. who knew what he was capable of?

"just let me fuck you."

"you're so cute, but say please." you laughed with a 'warm' demeanor.

fine, if he wants to play the hard way, you'll play the hard way.

slowly your fingertips grazed your body, pulling your black laced panties under your skirt. you flapped your skirt up, flashing him. a challenging smirk on your face, you bent down to dust off your shoes (that clearly had no dust). giving him a view of your sex, he inhaled the cool air flowing between the two of you.

his hand reached out to grab your wrist, but you were faster than him and snapped around before he could even comprehend it. his eyes widened in shock.

"what the fuck?"

"what is it, baby?" you cooed, feigning what you clearly knew he saw.

"are you a —"

"fuck I'm so wet." you moaned, your legs wrapping around his torso. your hot cunt on his throbbing cock. you rocked against him, riding on top of his sex. he felt the heat of you spreading through his body. "you fucking bitch — p—please just let me fuck you." he groaned, pre cum spilling from his tip.

"since you asked so nicely." you grinned, sliding his cock inside you. you slammed your sex against his, both your hips swaying together.

hot and sweaty skin clapped in sync, heavy moans leaving the both of you, his skin glistened in the moonlight.

your lips stamped kisses onto his neck, turning into hickeys.

those hickeys gradually becoming rougher, into small bites and nips at his skin. he hissed each time, but his thrust got faster.

but since this was going to be his last time, you guess you could help him out a bit.

being a vampire had its perk, like speed.

your hips came down on his quicker, harder, and faster than he thought possible. he for sure would've toppled over if his back hadn't hit a tree roughly.

you felt his cock twitching slightly inside you, he was close. perfect timing.

slowing down you pulled away from the safe coven between his neck and shoulder that had been hiding you.

"im not sorry for this." but so lost in pleasure he couldn't even hear you.

you shoved your mouth on his neck, your fangs sinking into his delicate skin.

"what — what are you —"

retrieving from his neck for a split money you shush him, your eyes having that familiar glint in them making him feel high. "shhh."

you returned back to your meal. your hips moved at lighting speed with his, his dick thrashing in you as he came for the last time. mumbles, groans, and curses leaving his lips.

you came right after him, your mouth sucking his throat even faster as you suppressed your moans against him.

pulling out of him, you let his body slip onto the ground as you bled him dry.

"y/n! what did i say about feeding off these school boys." a familiar voice scolded you, but a playful banter in his tone as well.

ripping yourself off of the brunette, your eyes met a copper head. "oh, stefan! im just trying to have fun, come and join me won't you." you laughed standing up, tom's blood leaking from your luscious lips.

the vampire took strides to you, his hand grasped your chin. "let me have a taste, my love."

both your lips collided, he groaned into your mouth, his lips growing stronger and stronger with each stroke.

you retrieved from him, veins surrounded his dark eyes. a grin stretched your face. "well look who it is, the ripper."

"don't you have so much to say, maneater?"

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#tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x vamp!reader #— eve's request ✍;#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle smut #harry potter universe #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle angst

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wannabecoyote · 4 years ago

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Sasha woke up, she didn’t remember falling asleep but that’s just every Tuesday for her. Her whole body is sore and lethargic, also a normal Tuesday. What isn’t a normal Tuesday however is WAKING UP IN AN UNFAMILIAR CELL. She very much does not appreciate being imprisoned for god knows whatever reason or at all really. She sat up and tried to practice the breathing exercise she and her friends found.

Breathe in for four seconds. Hold for seven. Breathe out for eight.

Rinse and repeat.

She swallowed once she feels calm enough and looked around the room. She’s very surprised that she isn’t descending into yet another panic attack but she ain’t gonna question her good luck now.

She felt for her phone and breathed out a sigh of relief when she found it is still in her pocket. With trembling hands she typed a message to her friend.

‘dude I could be dying rn. im pretty sure I was kidnapped. no cap. idk where I am. keep my witch stuff.’

She took a picture of the cell and sent it to Dylan.

She pocketed her phone with another inhale to fortify herself. She looked around and found her cell sealed with a laser beam thing. Like a sheet of light keeping her in. Like some real Steven Universe shit.

She walked up to it and tried to touch it. She pulled her hand back with a curse when she was zapped unceremoniously by the rude laser. She started flicking her hand trying and failing to shake the pain off.

She put her singed finger in her mouth and looked around for something that could help her. To the opposite of the laser gate was her cot, a raised platform that comes up to her thighs and padded with cushion. To the right hand side was a sink with running water and a glass near it. She assumed that was for her to drink. All she found that are detachable from their posts are pillows, the glass, and blankets. She walked over and snatched the pillow from the cot to test it against the laser.

She held the pillow forward and slowly touched the other side to the laser. She was startled from this when a something moved in the hallway. She threw the pillow away and focused on the figure that slithering closer to her cell by the minute.

She pulled a face of disgust when a weird hybrid of gorgons, aliens from the movie Aliens, and freaking predators came in front of her. It was very disconcerting.

“Human, you are before your queen, bow.” The talking monstrosity said.

The audacity!

“I’m sorry but you ain’t my queen. My queen is Sappho and you don’t look anything like her,” she said and the guards beside the queen gasped.

The queen’s face distorted in anger. Sasha’s face showed her disgust at how uglier the queen became.

“Eugh, dude seriously ngl you look like someone punched your mother’s stomach when she was carrying you and then when she gave birth to you she somehow dropped you multiple times because she always gets surprised by how ugly you are,” she said with a shrug. If she was gonna die, she’s gonna make the most of what she has right now.

The guy on the left let out a noise that sounded a lot like a laugh. Sasha smiled proudly and gave the alien a wink. It feels good to know someone appreciates your humor. They stepped back a bit, spooked. The queen’s face becomes more distorted but this time she was looking at the alien that laughed.

“You find this amusing? You are nothing but dust in the cosmos. You are nothing. Remember your place [species slur]!” she shouted at them. The poor guy bowed their head and uttered a silent acquiescence.

“HEY DON’T YOU FUCKING SAY THAT TO THEM YOU NIGHTMARE IN ELMS STREET LOOKING ASS!” Sasha shouted. NOBODY, FUCKING NOBODY FUCKS WITH THE ALIEN GUY. HE IS B A B Y.

Both aliens looked at her, one with a look of horrified admiration, and the other with pure contempt in her eyes. Nine of them. Creepy. Why’s it gotta be a fucking odd? Why fucking nine? It’s fucking gross. Eugh.

She was startled out of her disgust for the nine eyes by the sound of someone pressing in the code for her cell…presumably. The laser wall disappeared and the queen loomed ominously over her. She bolted as soon as she can. Narrowly dodging the disgusting snake alien thing that tried to strike her. She took the alien’s appendage and ran. Dragging them along with her to wherever the fuck.

“Why are you doing this human? I am not an ideal hostage, no one cares about me,” the alien said. Sasha’s heart broke with the way that they said it. As if it was something factual. No one should be made to feel like that. If she was gonna escape she’s gonna take this bean with her.

“You are not a hostage,” she said. Behind them the queen is screaming profanities at everyone and the soldiers are gaining on them. “You’re a friend, I can see that you hate it here. You’re as much of a prisoner as I am. We’re gonna get out of here, yeah?” she looked back and her alien friend nodded with a look of disbelief on their face.

“Why?”

“Because they don’t treat you right.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with you, besides, I will slow you down.”

“Of course it does! I made you laugh, you’re my friend now.”

“What exactly is a friend? You’ve mentioned it twice now.”

“You don’t know what friends are?!”

“I do not. I am sorry,”

“No! Don’t be! I wasn’t mad at you or anything.” She sighed, this is difficult. “A friend is someone that you like, someone you spend your time with. Someone that you can rely on. Someone who can rely on you.”

“…and I am your friend? How?”

“Like I said, you laughed at my joke.”

“That sounds superficial, especially compared to what you mentioned friendship entailed.”

“It doesn’t have to be really deep, does it? I like you because I do. Do you not want to be my friend?”

“It is not that I do not, it is that I do not understand why you would want to be mine.”

“I just do okay? You’re a great dude.”

She looked at the soldiers chasing after them.

“How many?” she asked the confused alien. “Few. There aren’t much.” She nodded and asked where they are as they ran for their lives. They yelled out directions and she followed as best as she could.

She ran faster than she ever has in her life. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Her alien friend tried but they couldn’t keep up with her. They lagged behind but she wouldn’t leave them. She couldn’t.

They reminded her too much of herself.

So she stood. In front of him. Shielding him from the soldiers that had caught up with them. Her friend told her to run. To leave them. To save herself. She didn’t.

The first soldier engaged her and she punched him. Remembering all those self-defense lessons from tiktok. They were bipedal and has almost the same structure as humans so she assumed they have similar anatomy. Her assumption proved true when the alien she punched in the throat gasped and flailed for air. Her confidence renewed she jumped to the next alien. She tore through them, using everything she has on her arsenal. Her hands, fingers, nails, feet, her teeth, and everything else that she has.

They were fragile. They were easy to destroy. She has cuts all over her body but she cannot feel pain right now. Her friend is looking around at the carnage she has brought with fear in their eyes. All the fight left her body when they looked at her with fear. She moved forward to reassure them that everything was going to be okay but the queen arrived.

She was holding a gun of a sort and she was pointing it at Sasha. She ran straight for the queen, her teeth barred, screaming at the top of her lungs.

The queen expecting her to run was thrown off guard when she slammed against her. Sasha rained punches on her captor. Blindly smashing and hitting. The sound of pounding of flesh and bones crunching filled the air. She did not stop until two arms wrapped around her and restrained her.

“…okay, it’s gonna be okay. It’s alright, you’re alright. You’re safe.” It was a familiar voice. She didn’t know whose voice. She can feel the strength leaving her body. She hasn’t slept in two days.

“Alien… friend… safe..?” she asked, slowly losing her consciousness.

“Yes, your alien fiend is safe.” He sounds like he’s smiling.

#humans are space orcs #humans are weird #humans are space australians #humans are insane #humans are deathworlders #humans are adorable #earth is a deathworld #earth is space australia #aliens #alien #alien friend #friendship #violence kinda #gen Z #i dont fucking know aymore

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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“I Wanna Be Just Like Mommy!”

a/n: this is to make up for my inactivity. (which is still ongoing lol bc school drains me)

Summary: a short hc to kick off my fall writing!

“Stevie! Wake up babe!”

Your husband groaned and curled into his side, pillow clutched to the side of his face as you leaned over his body, pressing kisses to his bare shoulder to wake him.

“ehhh.”

“C’mon! You promised Sarah and I to brunch today!”

At that, Steve shot up and looked at you, a worried look glossing over his face, his frown disappearing at your sweet smile.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I forgot! Give me like ten minutes.”

Steve then went to throw the covers off, when you pulled them back over him, shaking your head.

“It’s okay, silly. I was just waking you up early because I knew you forgot, after all you did have a mission yesterday.”

Steve Rogers was so grateful to have such a forgiving, and supportive wife.

Leaning forward with joy, he kissed you deeply, holding you close to him as you smiled into the kiss.

“Well, you rest up some more. I’m gonna go get ready, Sarah too. I’ll come wake you.”

You pressed a pucker to his cheek and dashed off to go wake Sarah, who was surprisingly in the kitchen.

As you walked passed, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the little girl at the kitchen counter, sitting with her plastic princess bowl and spoon in front of her, a quart of milk adjacent to the bowl.

“Mommy! I was trying to make cereal, but daddy put the box on the top shelf.”

Smiling, you walked to the little girl’s chair and kissed her messy nest of hair, patting her shoulder before venturing off to reach the box of Frosted Flakes.

Returning to Sarah, you helped her pour the milk and cereal, your daughter gladly accepting your assistance.

Finally, Sarah dug into the cereal, crunching it happily, even offering to share with you.

“Have some, mommy!”

Her little hand brought the spoon to your mouth as she fed you, just as you always did to her.

The two of you, were just as close as she was with Steve.

One of the things you shared with the little girl was your food.

Anytime you’d eat out, you’d put said food on a spoon or fork and feed it to her. Then in return Sarah would give you a chicken tender or an orange slice from her kids meal.

Not too long after, Sarah fisnihed her cereal, you finishing a cup of coffee along with her.

Dishes put away, you escorted Sarah to the bathroom where she got into the tub and proceeded to let you wash her up.

Minutes later, her knotted golden locks were dampened and you gently brushed them out as she sat on the toilet seat, telling of her adventures with Uncle Bucky at the museum where she saw some of Steve’s old pictures.

Sarah, just like you, was always interested to hear about Steve’s last. The 30’s/40’s seemed like an interesting era, and to hear about it from someone who wasn’t physically 100 years old was pretty cool too.

When her hair was dry, you did a little half up-half down, securing a pumpkin bow onto the ponytail.

The little girl still sat in her nightgown, outfit not yet picked out. Checking the time on your phone, the clock read 10:07 AM, meaning you should go get your shower, then change Sarah.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got to go shower myself, how about you watch some tv in my room while you wait?”

Like the most darling child she is, Sarah jumped off her seat and dashed into your bedroom, jumping on the bed, your side to be exact, Steve not even noticing, for he was in the deepest slumber ever.

You scrolled through the channels, stopping on nick jr. where some cartoon was playing, Sarah’s attention glued to it, allowing you to shower.

After you stepped out, you immediately picked up your outfit you had planned for today. Steve told you about the brunch last week and you just wanted an excuse to dress up.

So in honor of the fall weather, you bought a burgundy boucle knit sweater and some light denim jeans to kick off the season.

To complete the look, you wore black ankle wedge boots, paired with your wedding ring and a small necklace that was Steve’s mother’s.

Yes, your outfit was what some would call, aesthetically pleasing, for it was the epitome of fall.

As you were now dressed, you picked up Sarah from the bed, kissing Steve to wake up, which he did, and then going to change your daughter.

Once in her room, you set her down to search through the drawers when she stopped you with her little hands.

“Mommy, you look so pretty! I have a sweeter like that! Can we be twins?”

Her pronunciation and little baby eyes were so cute, as she begged to match with you.

Sooooo cute 🥺

Nodding, the girl ran around you and opened another drawer pulling out her own burgundy sweater as you fished around in your drawer for her denim jeans, which were slightly darker.

Handing her the outfit, she surprisingly dressed her self correctly, then going to sit on her bed, slipping on some socks. Which of course were mismatched.

As she did that, you went to the front door of the apartment, the mud room or drop zone so to say, and found her pair of boots. Brown leather ankle boots.

Sarah pulled on the boots and hopped off the bed, running to your bedroom. You were really hoping that Steve wouldn’t just walk out of the bathroom, naked, having forgot his clothes.

Relieved that he didn’t, you followed Sarah to your nightstand, where she handed you your phone.

“We need a picture, momma!”

Agreeing, you opened the camera and walked with her into the closet, using the floor mirror for a full outfit picture.

Duck faces, smiles, goofy grins, you must’ve taken at least fifteen pictures, ones you’d treasure for years to come.

After taking pictures, you and Sarah went to go sit on the couch, awaiting Steve who would be done any minute now...

“There are my pretty girls!”

Steve walked in, burgundy sweater of his own, jaw dropping as he was met with the two of you matching. Now apparently matching him too.

All three of you just burst into giggles.

“So are we going like this or am I gonna be the one to change.”

You walked over to Steve to hug him, Sarah joining in as Steve picked her up.

“No daddy! I think we all look pwetty like mommy.”

So before walking out, you all took one selfie, your burgundy sweaters prominent in the picture.

It definitely became your lock screen for the next few months.

And needless to say, everyone smiled at your family at the restaurant.

Captain America and family: matching trio.

Im so sad that this will never happen, but I’m so warm and fuzzy rn 🥺🥺

Sorry for any mistakes, I should be sleeping bc I have class early, so I didn’t edit this.

Tmrw I’ll add a read more button bc I wrote this on mobile 😐

#steve rogers #chris evans #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #dad steve rogers #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers headcanon #sylvie's fall writing

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samikozume-todoroki · 4 years ago

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Those bugs hc were amazing ( i was laughing so hard), what about some headcanons where the reader is now too small to reach something and the boys have to help her 👉👈

(Thank you so much! Glad it made you laugh🥺 as a smol bean; I am an inventor or spidermonkey no in between. And by boys I assume Shouto and Katsuki at the least, but I’m also doing Izuku and Kirishima!)

Characters: Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijirou Kirishima

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Shouto Todoroki:

Mans walked into the pantry, fully intent on destroying the endeavor cereal that UA just stocked up

See you climbing on the shelves, hands losing their grip

Yoinks you so fast you don’t even realize he entered

(All I hear is the “STOOPID IM NOT GONNA LET YOU GET THE CHANCE” audio as I type this💀)

Actual photo of shouto yoinking you

Mans holds you by the collar of your shirt, staring at you with his beautiful eyes which are full of concern and worry

iTS NOT FAIR HES BOTH HOT AND A DECENT PERSON ITS NOT

“C-c-can you hel-help m-me?” Pouty and flustered the words are spit out

He puts you on the ground and goes behind you

!!! What r yO-

oh, okay

Mans picks you up by the armpits and you grab that yummy yummy Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the nasty bitch e*deavor cereal

He is so focused on how to destroy the cereal that when you lean up to give him a peck on the jaw, he stumbles

His heart just went DokiDoki!Precure

Scurrying out of the room like a rat (same😌💅✨) you don’t know that his left side flared up- destroying half the pantry

“Well at least the cereal got destroyed”

“YO! WHO DESTROYED THE MAC N CHEESE?! NOT COOL BRO”

“Half the pantry is burnt to a crisp and youRE comcerned about the Mac n cheese??”

“Ya??? Isn’t everyone??”

*everybody nods*

“Sigh”

Katsuki Bakugou:

Katsuki firmly believes in “fuck everyone, it’s every man for himself”

But there’s a secret clause hidden in page 101, paragraph 2, sentence 3, section FU-ck; 666

(I have no idea how shit like that works, so let’s roll with it🥰)

It states “it’s every man for himself unless the short stack can’t reach jack shit, then I could lend a hand if I want”

He enters the cleaning closet and sees you banging the broom on the bleach on the top shelf

“Thread the needle what the fuck broom fuck the handle sis it ain’t hard please-“ this close to tears and suddenly

Katsuki enters, grumbling about who knows what

“What? Did you see a speck of lint in the hallway that reminded you of Izuku?”

“No” (yes actually, damn nerds lint)

Now that a hot and more importantly tall boi was here

You banged on the bleach hoping it would annoy Katsuki enough to get it for you

✨backfired bitch✨

“You could just ask for help short stack”

😳😠🥺”pls help me”

He went to reach for the bleach, doing that “cage them in by getting super close” thing and

gETTING WAY TOO CLOSE LIKE SIR PLS BACK UP

I AM TRYING TO B R E A T H E

“I-I-I tha-thank y-you” 😳

“You’re welcome”

Said with such a cocky smirk, all embarassment is gone.

Pulling him down a bit by the collar of his shirt, and then

Kissing his cheek, you linger for a few seconds, releasing him skipping out the door

Mans blew up a shelf on accident

“Why is the shelf broken?”

“Bakugou”

“Ah, normal Tuesday then”

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku was going into the kitchen for a snack

When he stumbled upon a snacc😍

A snacc that was on their knees on the counter (no feet on the counter, nasty bitch 🤢) and tipping backwards

Full cowled over and caught you, bridal style

“Y/n be more careful! What if I didn’t catch you?! You could have cracked your head open, broken your neck, or-

“But that didn’t happen because you were here!”☺️

“gotten an concussion fall asleep and slip into a coma, got a stroke that we didn’t notice and di-“

Blushy boy becomes a tomato

Not only from your words

But your beautiful eyes that shine so warmly and a smile that always cheers him up and lips that he’s imagined kissing a couple of times-

And your voice which is so gentle and happy and holds no doubt. The way you said he was there like he would always be there and you’ll always count on him and trust him

He’s just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(TAKE MY KITHES IZUKU BABIE ILY)

He sets you gently on the counter

“Can you get something for me?”

Man full cowls and within a second all the items on the top shelves are taken down and out on the counter

“I-I just needed salt??”

“Oh”😳 full cowls everything back but the salt.

You offer him some food and ask him to eat with you and this blushy simp boy is in

✨heaven✨

God y��all ain’t even dating and make everyone feel so so so single

“Oh my god, somebody please make them kiss already”

“Izuku and y/n are in the kitchen?”

“The sexual tension and mutual pining is infuriating and disgusting”

“Retweet”

“Even bakugou agrees”💀

Eijirou Kirishima:

You regret throwing stuff on the top shelf of your closet

Why did you, oh right because “you’ll never need it, and you don’t use it”

Well you need it now

Fuck.

Normally you would be an

😌💅✨independant woman✨💅😌

And get a chair and do it yourself

But the only chair is the rolling chair,

and idk man it’s slightly cloudy and Mars is in retrograde so you don’t really think it’s a good day to snap your neck

So you go to the common area to steal a boy 🤩

Seeing Eijirou first, his freshly showered appearance (the hair!!!) blessed your eyes

😍

“Ei~ Ji~ Rou~”

“Slightly scared, but yes y/n?”

“I need a tall, muscly man to help me”

He never got up so fast in his life, eyes sparkling

Eijirou’s man ego and pride was stroked and he was t h r i v i n g

His grin was so big and eyes so happy and please please please praise him and stroke his ego more I beg

Going to your room

Eiji was in heaven, first time in your room and he loved it already everything screamed you and he loved you so he loved it

(Hi I love simp Eiji and ack, I’m actually crying I simp for him so so so hard i🥺😭)

After grabbing your stuff,

You flashed him the prettiest smile

Your eyes reflected back his and it was the most beautiful piece of artwork he had ever seen

And softly, “thank you”

GAJSGHAHS Y/N TAKE ALL MY LOVE AND MY HEART I DONT NEED IT ANYWAYS

(Give him kithes rn 😠 I swear)

you invited him to stay and chat

All throughout it you were like

“Sir??? You do not get to be so handsome and pretty and funny and nice and a super good person”

Omg you actually teared up a little bit when Eiji was smiling and laughing boisterously

It was so cute and you were so in love and🥺🥺🥺

You guys were first on the floor, then the bed and desk chair, then across from each other on the bed, then next to each other on the bed and

wow now you both are sleeping and cuddling.

Kiri is wrapped around you and if he woke up in the middle of the night and snuggled your small form closer it’s not anyone’s business but his

“I hate them”

“Kirishima and y/n?”

“Who else?”

“Good lord you would think they are newlyweds”

“Always rubbing it in our faces that they are soulmates”

A/n: Shouto is emotionally constipated 😠 he doesn’t know he’s crushing😠 all he knows is that he feels things😠 that are nice and warm and make his fire activate😠 this is the second version, the first got deleted because of my own stupidity. I think After fiddling with this version for around an hour, I like it more than V1. 🥺 if anyone wants anymore boys from BNHA, or some HQ boy versions send a request! I’d be happy to do it!

I am in the process of planning out a Kid Krow songfic collection for BNHA and Haikyuu (separately) and I want to hear suggestions for which character for which song! Drop an ask or find the post I talk about it (under Sami speaks) and comment!

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its-jijii · 5 years ago

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chuuya’s masculinity

i was talking to hannah and thinking about the whole chuuya feminine/masculine debate and decided its time to write an essay on this. i have been waiting for the opportunity. and now my thoughts are gathered, so prepare for a mildly frustrated tangent abt the portrayal of chuuya in canon and in fan-made things.

i think that there are a lot of factors in play that influence how people see chuuya, the main one being canon content of course. in the manga, i do not get the vibe that he is feminine or weak in any way; in fact, he’s very aggressive and his stance indicates that he does not intend to be viewed as less. i will agree that the anime portrays him as more feminine: he has a higher pitched voice, and he is short.

my problem with this is both the people who take that as being feminine, and the people who try to say chuuya is not feminine or weak. i don’t enjoy seeing chuuya in dresses not because i view it as feminine and therefore weak- rather, the circumstances of the source that makes me dislike it. for instance, primarily when he is drawn in dresses, he is clearly annoyed and doesn’t like it. i believe that to be because despite his “feminine” body type, his personality is very masculine. the way he acts and speaks does not imply that he is weak or feminine in any way.

my thought process isn’t dress = feminine = weak, so chuuya in a dress = weak, but in contrast, he is doing nothing about it. he is out of his comfort zone and obviously doesn’t enjoy it, yet he always seems compliant in wearing a dress. all of that is also usually for dazai’s entertainment, in some way. same thing when i see scenarios of them on an undercover mission together. one always dresses up like a girl, and that is usually chuuya. that is still because people equate his height and body type with girls, which makes sense to a certain degree, but one i still disagree with.

chuuya’s body type has almost nothing to do with being feminine, in my opinion. subconsciously people equate his height with femininity, which is not really the case. i don’t think they are necessarily equating his body with that of a girls and determining its weak. rather, they likely look at his height and body build and think “that’s weak.” that has no direct relation to being feminine, nor is it true. i think everyone knows he is far from weak, he is just never portrayed in the way he should be: masculine and dominant.

his body type being feminine does not change the fact that he is strong and fit; his outfit doesn’t exactly show that off, so his features can be dumbed-down to long hair, cute face, and curves. this is completely disregarding his personality and actions, which annoys me considerably. in people there are often traits that are tied together- outgoing and dominant, quiet and submissive- and there are actions that tie into those categories, too. people on the quiet and introverted side tend to curl up and take up as little space as possible. extroverts assume a position that takes up more space (called power posing)

“power posing” is a stance that indicates that the person is comfortable and confident. many times i have noted that despite chuuya being small, he does tend to stand in ways that take up more space. just from his body language, you can tell that he feels strong and in control. the art and scenarios of him unhappily sitting in a dress for someone else’s entertainment, but doing nothing to get out of the dress? that shows he is yielding to someone else, which is incredibly unlike him.

more chuuya in high power pose positions here lol

the reason i believe a lot of people think of chuuya as feminine ties into how he was introduced and how dazai treats him. upon his introduction in the dungeon, he is shown as a powerful and confident character. to me it seems that the first impression he made, which was asserting dominance and strength over dazai, was erased somewhere along the way. well, dazai happened to plot things out in advance, and later felt like he had the upper hand on chuuya. so despite chuuya’s strength and intentions, in the end he was rendered powerless by dazai. and to finish that off, he ended up pretending like he was a very feminine girl for dazai’s amusement.

his initially strong introduction was overwritten by the funny scene where chuuya acted like a girl. chuuya continues being masculine and dominant throughout the series, but oh so often is ending up following what dazai wants, or used as the object of dazai’s jokes. in the end, that rubs off on people so they think of him as less than dazai. his voice actor and the way he is animated likely ties in the thoughts of him being feminine, and when combined, people tend to think of him as either feminine, weak, or both.

it seems that no matter how this argument is presented, i find fault with it. even when people state that femininity =/= weakness, i feel that they are not presenting it right at all. i understand where they are coming from, but from my standpoint it isn’t as in depth as it should be (which i guess is why i’m writing this lol). maybe im overthinking things i accidentally analyze stuff and feel disappointed when people post unpopular opinions with nothing to back it up 😭

lastly, slight nsfw warning? (discussing top bottom stuff nothing explicit)

the entire top/bottom debate regarding soukoku also exhausts me. i believe chuuya to be a top, but again not because i equate being a bottom with being weak or submissive. power bottoms are a thing. however, i do acknowledge that there is a power difference between tops and bottoms- tops have considerably more control over the situation than bottoms do. and that is where i believe people have misconceived notions of whether he is a top or a bottom. on some level they do associate him with being a bottom, likely due to his size and believed inferiority to dazai. as dazai always seems to be ahead of chuuya, isn’t it only natural that dazai would be in control and would top?

w r o n g you can’t convince me dazai isn’t a lazy bottom, at best a switch. he does not seem like he would enjoy putting forth the required effort for topping. additionally, dazai himself isn’t exactly dominant or controlling. often he is relied on and respected, yes, but he only really tries to dominate and control chuuya as a way to harass him. chuuya on the other hand is outwardly dominant and likes being in control of a situation- and above all, hates doing what dazai wants. so even if chuuya was ever to bottom, no way in hell would i believe that he’d do it with dazai. he would not want to surrender control to him unless absolutely necessary.

additionally, i guess i just see chuuya as an active person. bottoms don’t seem to really do much,, they are on the receiving end of it all, so they often aren’t controlling the situation or moving around. it is hard for me to imagine chuuya to be the type to sit around and take something like that. it is much more reasonable to me to believe that he would rather be the one in control, and the one actually moving and doing things. if talking in the terms of soukoku, that seems doubled in my eyes. chuuya is far more physically capable than dazai, and likely has better stamina too. dazai would be one lousy top lol

thank u for reading! ive always thought about this, as there was a lot of art and fanfics that were the opposite of the impression i got from chuuya. to me, chuuya has always radiated big dick energy, top/dominant vibes, etc. i love chuuya and its not really a big surprise to me that my first post/analysis regarding him is talking about his masculinity haha. it’s always been a hot topic for me to think about and talk to my friends about.

i apologize for the lack of posting & original content rn ;; still con crunching for ota this weekend, and then i will be at the beach for a week. so i’ll probably just be reblogging art nd stuff when i can. hopefully ill get back to writing and posting normally after im not ultra mega busy. edit: forgot to say earlier but thank u for 200 followers! didn’t really expect anyone to care for my content but it means a lot to me

#chuuya #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya bsd #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga #bsd analysis #chuuya analysis #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai #bsd dazai #soukoku #is chuuya a top or a bottom?#find out in this rant #brought to you by sleep deprived me

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onepunchmiss · 6 years ago

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OPM s2e12 Live Blog

“The Wiping of the Disciple’s Butt”

The season finale. I’m nauseous. Lets begin.

As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone who has read the manga and webcomic.

Right where we left off. Again I love the music. I’m just like, really calm right now actually. hhhhhhhhhhhokay. OOF oh god all the crunching sound effects oh no, this is already so weird watching Garou get his ass handed to him since he’s pretty much curb stomped every other hero in battle thus far, or at the VERY LEAST avoided taking so many hits. This. is so uncomfortable to watch. WOAH ????? THESE SHOTS WERE ONLY THERE FOR A SPLIT SECOND BUT??? HOLY SHIT???

GAROU’S HAIR OH MY GOD

Oh god oh god Bang is relentless this hurts please stop guys GUYS PLZ HAS NO ONE REALISED THAT NOT ONE HERO HAS DIED CMON PLZ IT HURTS calm down stop trying to kill him plsplspls OH

THIS

IS WHY

WE STAN GAROU

HE SAYS FUCK DEATH HOW ABOUT I JUST GET STRONGER INSTEAD QUE EPIC THEME MUSIC

oh god damnit him legit running on all fours right there just looks goofy tho F “preposterous style” Bang you aint lying asdfghjkl really though OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY THIS IS SO BLESSED

WAIT

NO OPENING THEME???????????????????? WHAT?????????????????????? WHY????????????????????????? ONE, I WANTED TO SEE THE CHIBI OF THE WEEK AND 2

I WASNT PREPARED FOR MY FAVORITE DOPEY BIRD MAN THE FUCK PHOENIXMAN PLS NO ILY I know people hate him a lot but I just really dig how he feels like a fleshed out character compared to most other monsters, like he’s legit lookit him being all smart and stuff plz I just,,,,,,,,,,,, want to hug dumb fluffy birb ;-;

Woah again I’m being blown away by the animation??? Garou getting smacked around is really fluid and this just looks really cool in general?????

FUCK I CANT DO FLASHBACKS MAN JUST HEARING THE KID VOICE MAKED MY STOMACH LURCH OH NO

OH NO I SCREAM OH NO I CANT OH NO GIMME 5 MINUTES PLEASE I CANNOT BBY NO I FORGOT ADULT GAROU IS IN THE FLASHBACK WATCHING THIS TIME PLS NO

LIKE???????? I got kinda a comedic vibe watching him comment on it in the manga but the slow music and shit is just FUKKIN ME UP RIGHT NOW I HATE IT THANKS IT HURTS

oh god his face he has the seething thousand mile stare of quiet rage and its burning a hole STRAIGHT THROUGH MY ENTIRE BEING “But me I was the loner kid. Always gloomy and without friends” STOP. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT. IM CRYING AT U RIGHT NOW STOP

NO DONT HOLD HIM LET HIM GO S T O P OR SO HELP ME i can’t watch this what the fuck “I was always the loser” SHIT this legitimately hurts me “I dont want to be the monster anymore” GArou hey did you hear that part?? hEY GAROU DID YOU HEAR YOURSELF THERE???

WHAT DID I SAY WHAT THE F DID I JUST SAY STOP HOLDING HIM STOP STOPPIT THE HELL MAN What if……….. I just go BACK IN TIME AND ADOPT BB GAROU CAN I DO THAT IS THIS POSSIBLE IS THIS ALLOWED ? ?? ?

oh my god it keeps getting worse. I mean. I already knew garou was being disproportionately reprimanded for what he supposedly did, but watching this scene just fucking kicked me in the teeth. As if my stomach wasn’t already in knots. The fuck . why does this hurt so much more watching than reading the frustration in seeping into me ffffff.

This looks really cool but, i can barely focus on that because im pretty much being exsanguinated on the floor over here by this whole sequence look at him crying. do it for me cause I sure as hell can’t

“I want to strike a blow for the little guy”

Fukkin GETTEM GO GETTEM

HOLY SHIT HIS VA IS GOING T F OFF

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH LOOKIT HIM ILY SO MUCH SAVE THE DAY BIRB SAVE

ASDFGHJKL THIS IS SO INTENSE EVERYONE IS SO INTENSE I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT HOLY SHIT FUCK IM SCREAMING GAROU IS SCREAMING BANG AND BOMB SCREAMING GENOS AND EVEN PHOENIXMAN EVEN THE MUSIC IS SCREAM WE ALL JUST SC R E M

OH MY GOD AND THE LITTLE HEAD NOT GENOS AND BANG GIVE EACHOTHER SAVING THE HEROES OH MY GOD OH FUCK AND THE WAY THEY ANIMATE BANG JUMPING AROUND IS DOPE AS HELL AND ALSO HOLY SHIT ELDER CENTIPEDE I MISSED THE UNSETTLING SMOOTH CG LIKE ANIMATION FOR THE CENTIPEDES EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS JUST SCREAMING RN I AM OVERLOAD HELP

Garou flailing in the air in Phoenixman’s grip is … really adorable oh my god. “It’s your fault for not finishing them” ooooooo that shut him up didn’t it oof. Also nice cameo by Tatsumaki there

ASDFGHJKL THE MUSIC AGAIN I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM LOOK AT THEM OH MY GOD

THIS IS SO BAD ASS

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS SO BADASS

Genos’s eye static, The brother’s fists swirling, THE FUKKIN CARAPACE SHATTERING

THIS FIGHT IS SO WILD MY COMPUTER CANT EVEN TAKE IT. ITS GLITCHING AND FREEZING UP HOLY SHIT

oh god ok the face coming out of the face was pure nightmare fuel alright then

WAIT

I FORGOT GENOS IS A SELF SACRIFICING DUMBASS. NO IM NOT READY GENOS YOU DOOF LISTEN TO KUSENO LISTEN TO HIM

oh no

im crying oh no

this animation is beautiful first of all and the music like im just here this is where I’m at and I’m crying oh no

He’s an angel. A literal angel. Look at that and tell me he doesn’t look like a fucking angel in the sky with the rays of light casting shadows around him.

Genos you are too good and pure for this world but that DOESNT MEAN TRY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED

Shit they really made it look like he was gonna self destruct there for a second which MADE HIS LAST STAND EVEN MORE INTENSE OH MY GOD SWEETHEART Y’all ever get into a show because you keep seeing one character that catches your interest, and you keep seeing them pop up on your dash or wherever until you finally decide ‘well fuckit, this is the asshole that’s gonna get me to finally watch the show’, cause you’re already invested in them anyway? Genos did that for me with OPM. If this fool didn’t exist Who knows how long it would’ve taken me to get to watching OPM, if ever. And shit like this is why I STILL love him. I usually move on to new faves 90% of the time but nope. Genos earned his spot and is keeping it. Look at this insane shit. My heart. Uhg

Enough gushing asdfghjkl ok but Genos, you just went INTO THE DAMNED THING’s STOMACH,,,,, and you’re SURPRISED that there’s STOMACH ACID?? But real talk. What the EVERLONG FUCK is that thing’s insides made out of? How did it NOT DIE. the FuCK

asdfghjkl Phoenixman’s chuckle???? I love

Oh Bang no, this is wrenching my heart like I know that he doesn’t actually use his power but its built up so intensely like,,, would he be ok if he did??? and actually more concerningly since it even WAS brought up that he has some hidden true strength, will we EVER get to see that??? Oh Shit well when they word it as “All the power left to me in this life” then yeah, that seems pretty life or death ish???? THE FUCK

Oh thank god comedic relief is here I feel like i’m about to have a heart attack my chest is so tight hhhhhh ok breathe WAIT THIS ISNT COMEDIC THIS IS BADASS AS HELL JEEZUS witht he flashbacks to the Saitama encounter and THIS LOOK

The Anime is really fucking with the audience huh??? Making it look like KIngs about to throw hands like???????????? OH SHIT AND THIS MUSIC IS DOPE AS HELL TOO IM JUST laughing I have so much excessive energy right now???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHZAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLJHGFDSWERTGYHUIUJHGFDFGHJKJHGFRE THE FUKKIN SONG THEY BROUGHT IT BACK THE ULTIMATE SONG I GOT THREE NOTES IN JUST THREE NOTES AND I KNOW IM SCREAMING I GOTTA GO RUN BRB

IM STILL SCREAMING FADFJSAGFJDSLKAHVFSKLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OUR MAIN MAN THERE HE IS THERE HE IS IM GONNA THROW UP

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OH MY FUCK THATS WHAT THE OPENING SEQUENCE EXPLOSION WAS FROM OH GOD OH FUCK BEAUTIFUL THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OH FUCK OH GOD

The REPRISE oh no oh NO OH NO OH NO NO ITS NOT OVER im not ready its not I cant no no no i dont want to press play cause if I press play it will end soon no no no Oh my god and at the end there isnt gonna be a title card for the next episode because THERE IS NO NEXT EPISODE no non o nonononon on on on ono no no no

HEY IVE BEEN RIPPED OFF. WHERES THE FACE WITH HIS HAIR BLOWN BACK??? ASDFJKL fine I cant even be mad everything else was tooo ofdbghjfshkggfhsjgbfhjka

KING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT REACTION ASDFGHJKL W H A T

WAIT THEY ARE DOING THE OPENING THEME AT THE END NO I CANT HANDLE SEEING EVERYOONE NOW OF ALL TIMES GOD DAMNIT WHY ok yknow what. I knew it would be king. I dont know how but i did

Wha

fkin cliffhanger no please no

I.. I’m kind of at a loss for words. I’m. That’s it, huh? It’s really over. It doesn’t FEEL over. There’s so much unfinished business. Well, the only way to really neatly wrap everything up as neatly as S1 did would have been to get ALL THE WAY through the Garou arc, which obviously wasn’t going to happen, but this is not a great spot to leave off if we’re going to endure another few years hiatus. My hope is that, with biweekley manga updates, we should wrap up the Monster Association/Garou stuff (assuming it doesn’t diverge from the web comic too much) some time next year, and I’m HOPING that s3 is already being planned accordingly along side manga publications. So MAYBE it will at least be announced around that time 2020. That’s my wishful thinking at least. I don’t think I can survive 3 years. anyway

You could really tell JC Staff poured their hearts and souls into these last 2 episodes. Absolutely gorgeous, paced well, so completely satisfying and making every second of s2 worth while. For me, at least. I’ve already seen people still complaining and I’m just sorry they didn’t have as much fun as I did.

Seriously, thank each and every one of you guys. This has been a wild ride, I’ve barely had this blog a few weeks before season 2 started airing (and honestly just got into opm maybe a month before that?), so I owe a lot of the success on the blog to the anime I bet. This was the first series I’ve never tried live bogging, and I honestly can’t believe that they were as popular as they were? Especially since I never have any idea what I’m doing but yall listen to me ramble anyway?? Yall are crazy thank you so so so much. Now my tuesdays are gonna feel really empty… next week is gonna be weird as hell. Though I’m gonna get mad nostalgic good vibes rewatching this season in the future in no small part from sharing my experience with everyone who's stuck around. I can’t say see yall next week this time, but, see you next season whenever it may be for sure.

#live blogging #one punch man #opm #season 2 #finale #spoilers #garou #Saitama #genos #bang #bomb #phoenixman #anime #king #long post #im so sad right now oh my god #opmiss mumbling #s2e12

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dallaswinstons · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday Steve

a/n: getting back to writing and im kinda tired and faded rn and I've been listening to old town road on repeat so here we go bois

Steve woke up to the constant ringing of his alarm. His arm reaching over to slam the snooze has basically become muscle memory. His father: disgruntled and clearly in a stormy mood leaned on his doorway his eyes squinting into his son’s room making out form of the teenage boy still in his bed curled up and ready for another ten minutes of blissful sleep before the alarm goes off again.

“Hey turn that thing off why don’t ya I just got home and I’m gonna be resting all day so if I hear that shit again I’ll chuck it out your window Steve” the smell of whiskey that seems to follow his father around like a signature scent began to invade Steve’s nostrils and he got up and turned the alarm off.

“it’s off pops just go to bed or go brush your fucking teeth first at least” Steve threw the covers off and crunched down to grab the closest shirt that was lying on the floor.

“watch your fucking language Steve I left you some cash on the table because you know what I try to be a good father and I remembered your birthday was today didn’t I” his dad had a self satisfied smirk on his face that made Steve want to roll his eyes so far up his skull they would just disappear. sure leave me cash out in the kitchen and go pass out on your bed father of the year right here folks Steve thought to himself as he got dressed.

“okay whatever dad im gonna go hang with sodapop” he brushed past his father trying not to breathe in the almost impressively vulgar stench of beer and whiskey and whatever leftover bar food that was stuck to his shirt.

“You know what I do for you is a lot more than what my father did for me Steve!” his dad yelled down the hallway towards Steve before lumbering into his room grumbling all the way. Steve watched his father disappear into his bedroom like a bear going off into its cave for hibernation before the next spring where he would come out to go drink himself stupid with his friends and then come back home again only to pass out once more. wash, rinse, repeat. Steve rubbed the sleep from his eyes before brushing his teeth and combing his hair back making sure it was slicked and ready for the day. He slipped his comb into his back pocket and grabbed the wad of cash his dad left before heading out the door down the street to a place that felt like home.

The door was always open in the Curtis’ house he stepped in letting the screen door slam shut alerting the inhabitants inside that someone was coming in. Steve walked into he kitchen to see Darry, Ponyboy, and Sodapop sitting around the table eating breakfast before he realized Two-Bit had beat him to being the first arrival as Two sipped on a morning mug of coffee oddly silent for someone who never shuts up. They all showered him in a chorus of happy birthdays before Steve nodded a silent thank you and reaching into the stack of pancakes Darry had obviously woken up early to prepare.

“Pops give you any trouble before you came over or do you just never wake up huh birthday boy” Sodapop lightly teased his best friend who was wolfing down the food in front go him.

“You know the usual amount of trouble he gives he probably went out drinking again and hustled a bunch of idiots. Gave me the whole my father was worse than me speech and all before he handed me a sizable stack of spending money” Steve pulled the cash out of his pocket and tumbled over the bills quickly before telling soda.

Soda whistled and grinned “you know you oughta use that money to buy yourself some chocolate cake and a new set of hubcaps”

Steve grinned and shook his head “nah there's an easier way to get new hubcaps just lift em off some jerk off who thinks they can park their shiny new car on this side of the streets but I've been thinking about restoring my dad’s car give it a fresh new paint job and spice it up.”

Soda’s grin grew even wider “Principal Hewbert got a real shiny set of hubcaps just parked in the school lot. It’s basically begging for you to take em.” Steve’s eyes twinkled with a look he got every time he was ready for some trouble. “alright im not hungry anymore let’s go” Their chairs scraped back in unison as they ran out the door ready for a birthday Steve would never forget

#the outsiders #this was really cute #i couldn't resist #i love steve #steve randle #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #I got a lil carried away #my writing

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thirteen-beaxhes · 6 years ago

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Our Last Words - Chapter 6

Summary: In a universe where the last words your soulmate speaks to you are printed, Cyrus Goodman wants nothing more than to never meet them. And he definitely doesn’t want it to be the blonde-haired boy in his class.

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come out and play - billie eilish

Well, this was getting ridiculous, Cyrus thought to himself, deciding to change his shirt for the third time in half an hour. He had to look as good as he could, while also keeping the outfit appropriate to the activities they were doing.

Snapping another picture of his new outfit, he sent it to his group chat with Andi and Buffy.

Cyrus: guys im freakin out

Buffy: not this again

Andi: cyrus tj wont care what ur wearing

Andi: hes probably freaking out about ur date rn

Buffy: exactly cy

Buffy: now will you just choose a goddam outfit n get ur man

Cyrus: ok ok just one more

Buffy: CYRUS GOODMAN DON’T YOU DARE

Andi: sry buffy u gotta deal with him alone. im hanging out with amber

Cyrus: ooooooooooh

Buffy: amber huh nice nice andi

Andi: …….

Andi: i hate u guys

Cyrus laughed quietly, shaking his head slightly. Oh Andi. Not realising how obvious her crush on Amber was. Not that Cyrus had any grounds to say anything to her on that. Cyrus sighed and went and grabbed another shirt, changing for what was now the fourth time.

He was acting stupid, he knew that. TJ wouldn’t care what he wore, but Cyrus did, and he wanted to look perfect for their first date. They were going to Adrenaline City, surprisingly Cyrus’ choice. He had been afraid to go on the new rollercoaster, mostly because he and heights really did not mix, Well, he and heights and loops and being upside down. But he had his motion sickness patches! And TJ would be there.

Cyrus smiled to himself, thinking about TJ. He was one of the only people who could convincingly talk Cyrus down from his fear spirals and calm him down. TJ always believed in him, no matter what. And he had helped him do so many things he never imagined he could ever do, like somersaults and even dirt biking. And those were their best moments together, Cyrus glancing towards the white ‘S’ shirt from their ‘Summer-salt’ costume, his heart soaring at the memory of that Costume Day.

He was so lucky.

Of course, there was a little voice in the back of his mind, reminding him about the thing, but Cyrus pushed it away. He wasn’t going to worry today. Besides, he’d make sure to be home before 5:30 pm just to be safe.

His phone chimed, a text from TJ telling him he was outside. Cyrus practically tripped and fell down the stairs to reach the door. Outside, he saw TJ standing, wearing a green shirt with a black jacket. He looked so good, death was just inevitable, wasn’t it.

“Wow, TJ. I didn’t know you owned anything other than hoodies or basketball shirts,” Cyrus said, running up to the boy.

“Ouch, Underdog. Bullet after bullet. Is my fashion really that bad?” TJ said, faking offence.

Cyrus just remained silent, giggling at the way TJ’s face morphed into one of shock as he lightly punched Cyrus in the shoulder.

“Wait, what? I thought you liked my style!”

“Liked is a strong word,” Cyrus replied, still giggling. TJ tried to fake anger but failed miserably, soon collapsing into laughter with Cyrus.

“So, shall we?” Cyrus asked, holding out his hand to TJ after they both had calmed down.

“I thought you’d never ask.” TJ replied, slipping his hand into Cyrus’.

Cyrus never expected holding TJ’s hand would feel so normal. Like it was something he was always meant to do. Like it was natural. They swung their hands slightly as they walked in comfortable silence, both constantly sneaking glances at each other. Often they would catch the other staring and look away, blushing messes. God, they were such saps.

Somehow, he just knew that he was going to have the best day of his life.

“Okay, TJ, I changed my mind. I really don’t wanna go on it,” Cyrus said, trying to turn around in fear.

“Come on, Cy. What is it scaring you? Is it the 7 loops or the fact that the ride is named ‘Death Trap’?” TJ joked, holding onto Cyrus so he couldn’t run away.

“Oh haha, very funny. Easy for a fearless athlete like you to be like this.”

“Hey,” TJ said, smiling brightly at Cyrus. “I’m right here, I’ll protect you.”

“Pinky promise?” Cyrus said, holding out his right pinky. “And I don’t care if we look like dorks.”

TJ laughed softly, linking his pinky with Cyrus’. “Promise. And I don’t mind looking like a dork if it’s with you.”

Can this boy try not to give Cyrus a heart attack for once in his life?

They went up to the booth, pinkies still linked, Cyrus feeling significantly less panicked and scared. And while he was scared out of his mind throughout the duration of the ride, with his hand firmly clasped with TJ’s, it wasn’t so bad.

After Cyrus’ stomach finally stopped doing somersaults, the two boys walked around the park, occasionally bumping into each other’s shoulders. They were currently having a very serious debate over whether chocolate chocolate chip muffins were better than blueberry macadamia ones. And it was no surprise who was on which side.

“How can you deny the absolute decadence of biting into a chocolate chocolate chip muffin? It’s a chocolate cake, and chocolate chips thrown in!” Cyrus argued.

“But how can you say that to the incredible fruity burst of flavour of blueberries and the crunch of macadamia nuts? How Cyrus how?” TJ replied, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.

There was a moment of silence when they just looked into each other’s eyes, before collapsing into laughter.

“You know, this is probably the best date I have ever been on,” Cyrus said, as they continued walking.

TJ looked at him with an expression of amusement and fondness. “Yeah?”

Cyrus nodded, a smile creeping up on his face.

“Glad I could be of service,” TJ said, his face slowly turning red.

“Well, of course.”

They walked for a while, talking about nothing in particular when they passed by the ring toss games. Cyrus desperately hoped that TJ wouldn’t notice them, but when has his luck ever been incredible?

“Hey, we should try these! I bet we can win that teddy bear,” TJ said, excitedly running over to the stall.

“Hurray,” Cyrus said in a flat voice, as he watched TJ run up excitedly to the counter.

This was going to be a disaster.

“This is impossibly embarrassing,” Cyrus groaned, hitting his head on the table of the stall. He had been trying for the past 15 minutes to try and even reach the bottles but to no success.

TJ just laughed, holding a giant teddy bear he had won for Cyrus on his first try. “Don’t worry, Underdog. This is quite fun to watch.”

Cyrus simply glared at him, no malice behind his eyes of course. “This isn’t fair, you’re an incredible championship-winning athlete and I walk into glass doors and fall while skateboarding. The playing fields are on two different planets.”

Pouting at him, TJ asked, “Do you want my help?”

“Nope. No. Nuh uh. I’m doing this.”

“Okay,” TJ backed off, holding his hands up. “Just know that Bear and I,” TJ said, holding up the teddy bear, “Are rooting for you.”

Will there ever come a day when TJ Kippen doesn’t induce heart attacks with his soft words? No. The answer is no.

Cyrus squinted his eyes and was about to take aim when he heard TJ chuckle. “Okay, you’re doing it wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, your stance is off. Here,” he said, walking up behind Cyrus. Suddenly, Cyrus felt arms wrapping around his waist. And he swore at that moment, he stopped breathing. And thinking. And living. Honestly, he just ascended to another plane of existence.

“You need to keep your balance on the back foot,” TJ whispered into Cyrus’ ear, helping adjust his position.

Cyrus could barely hum in response, his heart was beating so fast.

“And you need to keep your arm this way,” TJ continued, holding Cyrus’ hand and guiding his arm into the correct position. There was no way TJ didn’t know what he was playing at. That sucker.

“Okay,” Cyrus choked out.

TJ laughed quietly, backing away from Cyrus. Much to the chagrin of Cyrus.

“Now, don’t use too much energy, okay?”

Cyrus focused, and threw the ring. It felt like it was going in slow motion, and everything around him had stopped. And then, by some miracle, it landed on a bottle.

“YES!” Cyrus cheered, jumping up in excitement as the employee handed him a giant purple T Rex.

“Cyrus, I knew you could do it!” TJ yelled, pulling in Cyrus for a hug. It was kind of hard with a giant stuffed dinosaur in the middle, but they made it work.

“I never stopped thinking you could,” TJ said, turning to kiss Cyrus on the forehead. And Cyrus gave apples a run for their money with how red he knew he was turning.

“You never do,” Cyrus said, holding onto TJ’s hand. “Well, I believe this is yours, Not-So-Scary Basketball Guy,” Cyrus said, presenting TJ with the T Rex.

“And this is yours, Muffin,” said TJ, handing Cyrus the teddy bear.

“Still going with Muffin?” Cyrus asked, his eyes gleaming.

“Yeah, just feels right,” TJ said, looking at his feet.

“I love it,” Cyrus replied, placing a quick kiss to TJ’s cheek, leaving the boy a stuttering and fumbling mess for a solid 5 minutes afterwards.

“I’m glad.”

5 rides, 2 cotton candies and a throwing-up scare later, Cyrus and TJ were still roaming around Adrenaline City, constantly threading their fingers together as they walked.

“Maybe we should head back,” Cyrus said, looking up at the greying sky. “Looks like it's about to rain.”

“Maybe we should,” TJ replied, following his gaze.

They stood in place for a while, neither one having any inclination to leave anytime soon.

“We aren’t leaving, are we?”

“Only after we are drenched to the bone will we think about it.”

The two boys started laughing, Cyrus holding onto TJ’s shoulder. When it died down, they looked into each other’s eyes. Cyrus was keenly aware of the tension, and he began to lean in slowly. He could feel TJ doing the same. They were so close, Cyrus thought, noticing the many freckles on TJ’s face, and how his eyes seemed to glow. So. Close. Oh. My. God.

Just then, Cyrus’ phone began ringing in his pocket, startling the two, Cyrus inwardly groaning. When Cyrus saw the caller ID, however, he was surprised to see the name ‘Slayer’.

Why was Buffy calling him?

“Hey Buffy, what’s up?”

“Cyrus, can you come to Andi Shack? Like right now?” Buffy asked, her voice panic-stricken.

“Wait, Buffy what happened? I’m with TJ right now,” Cyrus said, growing more concerned by the second. What was going on?

“It’s okay he can come too. Just please.”

A moment of silence. Then, in a broken whisper, almost inaudible to Cyrus.

“It’s Andi.”

~~~~~

this is the fluffiest thing i have ever written omg. anyway, guys im going out of town where there is no WiFi for 6 days so, rip and remember me. so updates will resume after 6th April!

#andi mack #tyrus #our last words fic #my fic #tyrus fanfic #tyrus fanfiction #tyrus soulmate au #tj x cyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #fluff #tyrus fluff

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sugaabooga · 7 years ago

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The Holiday Ghost

Pairing: Kim Jaehwan x Reader

Genre: fluff, little angst?, bullet scenario, ghost!Jaehwan

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary/Extra: MERRRRRRRYYY CHRISTMAAAAASSSSS!!! Part of the Christmas Packages:) thought i should start posting the writings ive finished even tho a lot of the kpop fandom has been through hard times last week! i’ve also extended this holiday thing until the end of my winter break, January 8th. ENJOY!

So you’ve never really been a fan of horror movies

But one day in the middle of December, winter break, your friends Jihoon and Woojin suggest the three of you watch the new horror movie that had recently came out

That was the worst decision you have ever made in your whole entire life

You couldn’t walk back home alone and made both the boys walk you

But either way it was scary

bc they wouldn’t stop scaring you!!!

“Y-Y/N….”

“STOPPPPP!!”

“THERE’S SOMETHING BEHIND YOU!”

And they would start sprinting down the sidewalk and leave you to stand alone in the flickering street light

You almost burst into tears

Jihoon and woojin felt really bad after you had a near panic attack

so Jihoon ends up walking in front of you and woojin walks behind you

b4 they leave they remind you that it’s not real and ghosts don’t exist

Blah blah blah

Their little assurance somewhat calms you

BUT YOU REALIZE YOUR PARENTS AREN’T HOME

IT’S LATE WHY AREN’T THEY HOMEEEEE

DID THEY DIE!? IF YOU GO IN THE BATHROOM WILL THEY BE LAYING THERE!?

you start running around the house and turn on every single light you have

you know you shouldn’t, but you really don’t wanna risk seeing a dark shadow in the mirror as you brush your teeth then be led to your death, so you don’t even step a meter near the bathroom

you change in the corner of your room so nothing would be able to stand behind you

You walk backwards into your bed then create a little house around your head with all your stuffed animals

you somehow fall asleep despite the feeling you had of someone watching you

But during the middle of the night you hear soft strumming of the guitar

At first you think that it must be your next door neighbor, Joshua playing his little morning warm-up

Then you see the time from your half opened eyes and holy shiz it’s only 2am

you start to hyperventilate and you can’t even close your eyes

Bc what if the killer ghost is hovering right above you when you choose to open them again

You can’t risk it

the strums come closer and closer to your window

and you feel yourself sweating more and your breathing becomes ragged

but then you hear humming of a soft, light tune

it makes you think back to third grade, first day of school

you remember a kid who always brought a ukulele to school

tbh you had a crush on that boy, but you couldn’t remember his name

he always sat with you whenever you mom was late to pick you up and he would play a short theme song like from a popular cartoon

his songs always assured you that your mom was coming to pick you up soon

and it helped you forget all the bullies and frights you had

the song that you were hearing rn was oddly familiar and it comforted you

The strums were nowhere near creepy, surprisingly and the hums lulled you back to sleep

When you wake up in the morning, you hear guitar strums again

your heart beats erratically but then you realize

The sun’s out

Which means

It’s bright and daytime

Which meanss

NO GHOSTS

Which meanssss

It was your cute neighbor joshua hong playing his guitar and singing with his heavenly voice

You just lay in your bed after opening your window a bit more so you can hear him sing

But then you realize….

It wasn’t joshua’s voice

Joshua had a softer, gentler voice

This voice was soft and gentle….

But there was strong emotion put into each word sung

way more emotion than a morning warm up

you slowly get up and peek out your window to see…

Nothing

You notice that the singing and guitar stopped as well

you slump back into your bed then think back to the horror movie from yesterday

It couldn’t be….

A GHOST!?!!?!?

You start screaming and crying at the same time when the scenes from the movie come rushing into your brain

You hear footsteps come up the stairs and you start screaming even louder

But stop when you see that it’s just your mom

“WHAT’S GOING ON!? IS EVERYTHING OKAY!?”

“MOOOOMMMMM!!! I THINK OUR HOUSE IS HAUNTEDDD!!”

cue your mom hitting your back and yelling at you

“I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED!”

“SOMETHING DID HAPPEN! I HEARD A GHOST SINGING!”

that just makes your mom even more mad

her slaps just drive you out of bed and you soon find yourself sitting out on your porch

You were currently rubbing your hands over your arms

bc it was FREAKIN cold

you couldn’t believe your mom had kicked you out of the house in the middle of December

you’re muttering to yourself how cold it is then you see a guy with a guitar slung over his shoulder walking down the sidewalk and across the street about to pass by your home

He seemed to be in a good mood

humming and all

but something just seemed off about him

he was rather….. pale

like transparent pale

you’re kinda worried bc what if this guy was rlly sick or something and he didn’t know about it bc he seemed to be in a good mood

“Hey!”

You yell from your chair and wave your arms

he turns to you and stares at you for a bit then keeps walking

you’re like “uh wut?”

you go down the steps and you honestly don’t even know what you’re doing

your feet were moving on their own

you felt like you had to help this person

“Excuse me?”

you call out, but the guy DOES NOT STOP WALKING

could he not hear?

you jog up behind him and reach your hand out to tap him

but

your hand goes through him

“AHHHH!”

the guy suddenly whips around in shock and looks at you with an equally bewildered look

you’re frozen on the spot

you can’t move no matter how creepy the situation is rn

“d-do you see me?” he almost whispers

“n-no”

He just starts laughing and it freaks the hell outta you

What kind of psychotic laugh was that!?

You felt shivers run up and down your spine as he tried to calm himself down

you slowly try to step away from him but Jaehwan does that creepy, nervous, cute looking smile

like do you know what smile im talking about

and he asks you “where are you going?”

your mind’s just going ‘GTFO GGTTFFOO”

you attempt to turn around and run, but you just fall flat on your face

How comedic would this look from your window?

“Are you okay?”

“STOP DON’T COME NEAR ME!”

tbh jaehwan is disheartened at your tone

He was ecstatic that someone could finally see him, but now they were getting scared bc of him

He just ignores those feelings and nervously chuckles

you don’t hear anything for a while and you start to stand up

then you hear music

Those guitar strums

that voice

Both those factors reminded you of that one boy who played to you

you frantically look around, but you couldn’t seem to see anything

then, you spot that ghost guy from earlier

he was sitting on the side of your house, leaned against the wall

If jaehwan remembered anything about humans, it was that they seemed to calm down when there was music

you slowly walk over to him, your feet making crunching noises on the fresh snow

You just stand across from him listening to his voice

when he stops you look at him in surprise and disappointment

“Why’d you stop playing?”

Jaehwan smirks

“You seemed pretty calm enough”

he stands up to take his leave

“Y-You’re voICE IS NICE!”

you’re still kinda creeped out about the fact that he’s a ghost AND WHY ARE YOU SEEING HIM!?!!?

but he just had this familiar comforting feel

you stop him by reaching out for his arm when he merely smiles at your compliment and starts to walk away from you

then remember he’s a frkn ghost

but as you retract your arm you feel the cloth of his jacket

0o0o0o0o000o0o0o0

why were you able to touch him!?!!

Jaehwan can feel after all these years

More like a few months but

“ARE YOU MY SOULMATE!?!?!”

Kim jaehwan plz

you’re like “bro wtf?”

he proceeds to explain how if a human can see him and touch him, he gets a chance to go to the afterworld

for some odd reason, jaehwan was rejected bc he had someone in the real world who wasn’t ready to let him go

This usually wasn’t a problem but the wanting of his presence was REALLLLLYYYY STRONG

So he had to stay in the human world until he found that human and spent three weeks with them to convince them to let him go

“Are you saying it’s me?”

“There’s really no one else who could touch me”

He honestly didn’t know why you were able to touch him

Let alone SEE him

but he felt like you were the owner of that strong, unseen force of wanting his presence

you’re really confused tho bc you’ve never seen him b4

“IM JAEHWAN!”

he suddenly blurts then grins

“....y/n…”

and like JAEHWAN REMEMBERS YOU

You were that one girl who he always played his ukulele for in elementary school!

he had once seen you cry bc you’re mom was running really late and he walked home so he stayed an extra twenty minutes just singing and playing until you cracked a smile

But maybe you weren’t that girl bc he knew at least two other ppl named y/n

Anyways

he doesn’t mention that he may or may not know you and just follows you into your home

by then your mom is calmed down from this morning

there’s already a plate of pancakes set on the table for you

Jaehwan takes a tour around your home while you eat

You finish eating then hear his laugh again

You temporarily forgot there was a ghost in your home, so you freaked but then

“Right… jaehwan”

After you wash the dishes you go up to your room but jaehwan’s already in there

WEARING A FRKN BRA

you clamp your hand over your mouth so you don’t scream from the shock, but instead, you start laughing

“I WISH I COULD TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU RN!”

you’re literally on the ground and Jaehwan just smiles at you and sits on your bed

STILL IN YOUR BRA

“STOP TOUCHING IT!”

it’s only been a few hours of spending time w/Jaehwan in your room

but you feel like you’ve known him for years

he told you about the day his first tooth fell out all the way to the last time he was still existing

you had shed some tears during his talk about his death and what he had felt when he saw the car barreling towards him

soon, a week passed

It was Christmas

You open up your presents

You had asked for a guitar and there it was

You honestly had NO KNOWLEDGE about guitars whatsoever, but the instrument always caught your eye

But ya know

Jaehwans a pro at guitar

So he basically teaches you the basics and helps you get started

You bond even quicker bc of the guitar lessons

And seriously

You never realized you would be best friends with a ghost

Christmas passed by really quickly with Jaehwan hanging out w/you all the time

his presence was always comforting

butttt a lot of your relatives prob thought you were crazy from giggling out of the blue and appearing to talk to yourself

you wanted to tell jihoon and woojin about jaehwan but you couldn’t find the time to meet them during the break

Soon it’s December 31st

third week

Jaehwan had mentioned his past b4

Especially he was now 99% sure that you were the one not letting him go after seeing, from your pictures, that you WERE that girl from like 14 years ago

you didn’t even realize that you were holding on to him from leaving this world

you didn’t even know that you were always missing that one kid in elementary school, who always managed to put a smile on your face and brighten up your day

you now knew that you were the one keeping Jaehwan from leaving to where he belonged

behind the Heaven gates

you kept putting it behind

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow…in three days…. next week….”

until it was New Year’s Eve

10:05pm

You were sitting out on Ong Seongwoo’s empty patio w/Jaehwan

Ong Seongwoo - a freakishly rich dude that somehow became friends with Jihoon and Woojin despite the four year age gap

Seongwoo had thrown a New Year’s Eve party

there were mostly college kids, but a few high schoolers from jihoon and woojin’s dance team were also invited were at this party

You have no idea how you were at this party, but woojin had insisted you come

you had spent some time talking with some of the dancers’ girlfriends and with Jihoon and woojin, but decided to get some fresh air bc the loud music and smell of alcohol was too much

Jaehwan hadn’t come with you even tho he begged to come as long

you wanted jaehwan to stay home

Just in case you did something completely embarrassing

but one thing you should know

don’t ever trust kim jaehwan

Especially when he’s a ghost

you were just gazing out into the night sky when you saw a glowing figure

you were about to freak out

BC ANOTHER GHOST!? JAEHWAN WAS ALREADY A HANDFUL

but then you saw that it was just Jaehwan

the ghost that you had somehow fell in love with

You really wished he was a person

As jaehwan spent more and more time w/you

the less and lesser you would be able to tap his shoulder, give him a small hug, or even high five him

It was like the very first time you tried to tap his shoulder, the first time you met

your fingers just went through him

you knew that you couldn’t let go of him

you missed his presence whenever you would wake up and not see him there on the floor, gazing blankly at the ceiling

Jaehwan was prob just lowkey stalking your other neighbor, Hwang Minhyun

I mean he still couldn’t believe someone could be so…..

clean

anyways

you don’t think you would be able to live without him

but that was just your selfish desires

You knew the longer jaehwan spent his time in the real world, the more dangerous it would become for him

Jaehwan would be turned into a human, but obviously he had to experience another death since he’s not supposed to be alive

but if that happened, he wouldn’t even get a chance to go to trial to go to Heaven

you didn’t want that

you would rather miss him for a bit then see him again in the form of an angel

so you decide to let him go at exactly 12am, January 1st of the new year

when jaehwan appears, he already knows you made up your mind

he could just tell from your eyes

both the sadness and determination

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jaehwan?”

“I’m sorry I forgot I was a ghost the other day and tried to carry your guitar.”

you chuckle at his belated apology

“No worries”

The two of you spend the rest of the time talking about the three weeks you’ve spent together

it felt like you had been with him for years

Before you know it, it’s 11:58pm

ppl inside are already starting the countdown

Two minutes b4 the new year since seongwoo’s like that

Both of you know you’re running out of time

and you just suddenly break down in tears

you became so attached to the ghost in front of you in a matter of three weeks

It was like fate had brought you two together after he had died and give you the time to grow love for one another just to break you apart again

sure, it was only three weeks

But you already knew that you would be willing to spend the rest of your entire life with him

You had literally seen all sides of jaehwan

The good sides, the bad sides, the funny sides, the broken sides

“I love you, Y/N”

you look up in surprise

You were half expecting to be like

“AHhAHhahHAHkakkjakH LOVE YOUUUU”

And joke about it but

nope

you look in his eyes and you know he’s not joking around this time

your eyes were still half-filled w/tears, so you quickly rub them away in order so you can see jaehwan properly

But he’s fading away

WHY WAS HE FADING AWAY?

Jaehwan steps closer to you and you can actually feel… body heat?

you missed being able to actually physically touch jaehwan

he sadly smiles and all you see in his eyes are tears and genuinity

“I love you”

you hear the loud cheers of the people inside counting down from ten to finally celebrate the new year that will bring new New Year Resolutions and fresh starts

The countdown slowly fades away as you see the space between you and Jaehwan grow smaller and smaller

Just as you close your eyes and feel a light touch on your lips,

“ONEEEE WHOOOP!!!”

You hear cheers grow the loudest they’ve ever been that night

The touch…..

it’s gone

Jaehwan….

is gone

After Jaehwan just disappears into thin air, everything else is a blur

You remember woojin coming out to find you squatted down on the ground, about to cheer how it was the new year, but instead sees your face in your hands, and tears streaming down your face

he knew better than to ask what was wrong

he immediately takes you home and wishes you a Happy New Year and leaves a light, shy kiss on your forehead

if you hadn’t met jaehwan in the duration of your winter break, you prob would’ve been bursting with happiness rn

You had always had a small crush on woojin

but obviously it all changed when you had seen jaehwan

Instead, you offer a small smile, thank him for being such a supportive friend and bid him a safe walk back home

you trudge back into your room and fall face flat onto your bed

you want to cry

and…. you do

But as you struggle to calm down and get up to wash your face and move on with your life….

you hear a tiny crinkling of paper

you look over, confused and see a small piece of paper sticking out from the first fret of your guitar, fluttering from the wind that was being let in from your slightly open window

with trembling hands, you open it up and let some more tears fall

happy tears

“Merry New Year’s, Y/N! Don’t miss me too much. :P Move on with your life. Don’t forget about me though! I still want some attention you know lol (i used that slang word! Lol keke I saw it when you were texting that friend of yours lol) Thanks for letting me go. I will never forget you and all the things we’ve been through even though it’s been only three weeks. lol…

I love you. - Kim Jaehwan”

as you struggle to keep in your tears and not roll his eyes at his overuse of the “slang” word ‘lol’ you notice something falling out from the small note he had left

you crouch down and pick it up from the floor to see

his guitar pick

#and from the distance you can hear the laugh of kim jaehwan #thx for reading #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one bullet #kim jaehwan #wanna one jaehwan #wanna one au #jaehwan au #Ghost!AU #wanna one ghost #ghost!Jaehwan #wanna one fluff #jaehwan fluff #jaehwan angst #wanna one angst #and of course #rest in peace jonghyun #hope you are in a happier place

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