#things will make sense soon I promise

[cannedpickledpeaches]

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Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

Link to part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ten, eleven, twelve!

Notes and TW: I apologize if this chapter is a bit messy, but answers are coming soon! This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!

Tags: @guava-writes @itszzmoon @twstsandturns @myteacupisempty @rou-luxe @chikitasmol @night-shadowblood-writes2 @haveneulalie

Your phone rings in your pocket. A little flustered, you pat your pockets for your phone with your free hand. Annoyance flashes in Jade’s eyes as he prepares to let go of your hand, but you curl your fingers in his grasp and hold onto him while you fish up your phone. His body stiffens.

“Oh, it’s Floyd.” The call cuts off just as you’re about to answer it. He’s so impatient. A string of texts pop up on your screen. “He needs me right now for . . . something? He’s being super vague.”

Jade doesn’t respond. You snap your fingers in front of his wide eyes.

“Jade? Hello?”

He blinks once, twice. “Oh. Yes. Floyd.”

“Yes, Floyd. He wants me to go back for something. Are you okay?”

“Yes. Yes, of course.” He intertwines his fingers with yours and holds them gently by your sides. His skin feels as soothingly cool as ever. “Shall we go?”

“Actually, Floyd wants me to go alone this time.” The texts he sent are rather adamant about it. You aren’t sure what requires this degree of secrecy. “It might be important?”

“If it’s important, I don’t see why I should be kept in the dark.” His grip tightens on your hand, just enough to be firm, not overbearing. “I’m sure he can be convinced.”

“I guess you’re right. I can’t really think of why he doesn’t want you to know.”

“Whatever it is, I know of it now, so I may as well tag along.”

He’s so stubborn. Just as you concede, you get a call from Azul. You pick up with growing curiosity. Azul right after Floyd?

“What’s the matter?”

Azul’s voice sounds strained. “Can you go back to the twins’ residence? There’s a problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

A pause. “Is Jade with you?”

Mutual understanding fills the space between you as you make eye contact with Jade.

“No, he isn’t. Why?”

“Floyd just—wait—”

The sound of shattering glass. The line goes dead.

You grip Jade’s hand. “Let’s go. Should I call a taxi?”

“No.” He presses a kiss to your fingers again. Before you can even process that, he lets go. His cool touch lingers on your skin. “The sea is faster.”

He shrugs off his blazer, then unbuttons his waistcoat. The expensive clothes drop onto the sand in his haste. His fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. They open in succession in a way that mimics drawing back silk curtains on a canopy bed, revealing his collarbones, bare chest, solid abs, all awash in red and gold tones of the setting sun—

You look away. There’s no need to watch the process of his transformation into his mer-form. Of course not. Certainly not when it’s causing sweat to gather under your collar. Focus. You need to clear your mind and prepare yourself for what might have happened at the mansion. That’s right, focus—

“You may look if you’d like.” His shadow overlaps yours. Cold fingers tangle around your own, capturing you like tendrils of seaweed snagging a hapless diver. His voice coos in your ear and seeps into your mind. “I would not mind it. Merfolk are not squeamish about nudity the way land-dwellers are.”

You swallow hard, but it does nothing to help the heat starting to emanate from your cheeks. It’s strange. You’ve seen the twins shirtless before, many times. Neither of them are shy about it—in some ways, they actually prefer it. You just haven’t ever seen them in the process of taking off clothes. The way fabric slides away to reveal skin, the way his nimble fingers slip the buttons out of place . . . .

“Too bad I’m a squeamish land-dweller. Hurry up! We need to get there quickly.”

“As you wish.”

He squeezes your hand lightly. Before he can let go, however, a shriek pierces the air.

You whirl around. Standing in the middle of the deserted beach, the dying sun lighting her hair up in fiery shades, is (Y/N).

Panic is the first thing that shoots through your heart. She wasn’t supposed to see you for the duration of the story. But maybe this is just a minor scene that won’t affect the major plot? It can’t be. Her features twist into an ugly glare you have never seen on her before, a nasty expression you weren’t even aware she was capable of making. It tamps down whatever relief or hope you might’ve had from seeing her again after several weeks.

“(Y/N)?” Something ice cold grips your heart. You step towards her. Why did she scream? Is she alright? Is she hurt? Did something scare her? You scan your surroundings. The three of you are alone on the beach. No external threats. You need to make sure she’s alright. You need to find out why she’s glaring at you like she wants to rip out your heart. You need to go back to the mansion. You need to help Floyd and Azul. There are too many things pulling you in different directions. Your thoughts go haywire. Who do you go to? Who do you prioritize? What’s most important here?

Who do you care about more?

A tug on your hand snaps you back to reality.

“Go,” he says, placing himself in front of you. You stare at the hills and valleys of the muscles on his back. “Call a taxi. I’ll take care of this situation.”

You don’t even know what “this situation” is. (Y/N) is livid, and her glare is aimed at you. She points at you, storming over with a wild look in her eyes. You flinch. It is the first time you have ever seen her like this. She is sweet and mellow, kind and caring, never one to radiate hatred. This is not her nature. This is not the (Y/N) she is supposed to be—no, this is not the (Y/N) you have come to know.

“You!” Poison drips from her voice and sears your eardrums. “So you’re the one who’s been fucking everything up! It’s all ruined because of you! Everything. Everything. It’s all because of you!”

“Go,” Jade urges, releasing your hand. You stay rooted to the spot.

What is she saying? What did you ruin? Guilt tears at your chest. Why is she so angry at you? She’s your best friend. Your best friend can’t hate you.

“You’re the bitch who’s been fucking up the plot. I did so much to get here, and you’re making it all useless! Get out! Just disappear! This was supposed to be perfect. It’s supposed to be exactly as I wanted. This time, everything is supposed to go my way!”

The plot? She knows about that? But how? Does she also have a copy of the manuscript? You’ve been doing everything you can to make sure things follow the plot. Is she talking about something completely different? Things are moving too fast for you to think everything through. There’s an alien glint in her eyes. Something more than anger. Something murderous. She lunges for you, only to be stopped by Jade as he steps between you two.

“Don’t touch her.” His firm voice chills the air. She freezes on the spot, looking like she was slapped across the face.

“What? No. No, no, no. You’re supposed to be on my side. You’re supposed to say I’m right, no matter what. Why are you defending her?” She pulls at her hair and hunches over. “He was right. You aren’t following the story at all. You’re supposed to love me. You’re supposed to be madly in love with me! Why? What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with all of you?”

You step forward, half of you wanting to do anything at all to comfort her. The other half screams at you to hurry back to the mansion. You’re still torn. The scene is a sand castle, and it’s crumbling in your hands faster than you can put it back together.

She throws her head back, staring at the sky, before pinning her gaze on you. “It’s all your fault. Who the fuck are you to come here and seduce my Jade? You’re just an extra. You don’t even have a name. You’re just Friend A! You’re a useless side character who doesn’t even matter after a couple pages. Who do you think you are?”

Jade’s fingers curl into fists. His voice thins with his patience. “That is enough. Shut your mouth before I carve it off of you.”

Tears fill her bloodshot eyes. “What are you saying? You’re in love with me. That’s no way to talk to me, and you know it. You love me. You’d do anything for me. Right? Say I’m right. Say I’m right, Jade!”

You can’t see his face. You’re honestly glad for it. (Y/N) reacts to his expression with a recoil of genuine fear.

“You must be mistaken. I don’t love you. I never have, and I never will.”

Tears stream down her face. She tries to grasp his arms, only for him to smack her hands away. She cradles her hand against her chest and bites her lip so hard it starts to bleed.

“You don’t love me? You’re lying. The story says you should love me. Why don’t you love me? You’re being cruel, Jade. You’re supposed to be sweet to me. I’m the only one you’re supposed to care about! Love me. Love me, love me, love me, love me!”

She screeches, a bone-chilling cry that slices the evening air. You step towards her, brushing past Jade’s protective arm. Her gaze focuses on you. Just as you get close enough, she lunges for your throat. Her nails touch your skin. And your surroundings burst into brilliant white light.

White.

There’s nothing here.

Just white space.

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And suddenly, there’s something.

You blink rapidly as you find yourself in a small, cozy room. A warm, crackling fireplace casts warm light over soft fabrics and old furniture, contrasted against silvery moonlight spilling in from a large window. Bookshelves stretch from floor to ceiling. Knit blankets drape over throw pillows and two armchairs, one of them occupied. You shift into a defensive stance and your Signature Spell envelops your body on instinct.

A middle-aged man raises his head. There’s something odd about him. His clothes are outdated, his demeanour too calm. His thin frame and mild-mannered smile makes him seem like less of a threat, but you know better than to underestimate anyone.

“Good evening,” he says, folding his hands in his lap. “I apologize for the abrupt intervention, and I hope you are not too confused from your trip here.”

“Who are you? Where am I?” It seems like he’s the one who brought you here. What was that bright light earlier? A teleportation spell? What about Jade, (Y/N), Azul, and Floyd? “Actually, don’t answer that. Send me back. Right now.”

“I understand your distress, but I think we are due for a conversation. Why don’t you join me for a cup of tea? As one close to you might note, a soothing cup of tea will help you relax.”

There’s already tea on the table. Only now do you realize it smells of lavender. Was it always there?

“I’m not drinking or eating anything you give me. Send me back.”

“Goodness, young people are so hasty. There is much to the world that you may only learn of when you slow down. I’d expect you, out of all the characters, to agree with me.”

“Characters?” Your shoulders tense. He also knows about the story. “Tell me what you know.”

He gestures to the armchair across from him. “Please take a seat. This may take quite some time, and as it is rather far outside what you may consider to be your realm of possibility, please suspend your disbelief. You may believe what you choose to. I, for one, promise to you that everything I say is the truth.”

You curl up into the armchair, eyes never leaving him. He promised you answers, and you’re willing to hear him out. No matter what manner of strange things he says, you’ll parse the truth of the matter out of it.

“Well, now, how shall I begin?” He takes a sip of tea, the scent of lavender mixing with the smoky scent of the fireplace. “Let me first explain to you the setting, as any good story may start. This world that you live in, your existence, as well as the existence of everyone else in your life—all of this is part of a story. And I am a . . . hm, how exactly shall I phrase it? I suppose to characters like you, my existence is somewhat similar to a god.”

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Milk theory? 👁️👁️

ANYTHING FOR YOU TWO!!!!

ok this is gonna be short and mildly insane. i would like everyone to understand that this is pretty much Entirely unfounded & i'm just reading too much into a teeny little thing. however i've convinced myself that this theory is viable against all better judgement

take these mad ramblings with a Monumental grain of salt. im not to be taken seriously ever

so it all boils down to This

Little

Motherfucker.

the milk carton behind Barnaby's house.

it was added with the last large update, and it Immediately made me lose my mind. it's such a... strange thing to add to the map, which already has Teeny Secrets - along with other choice objects that make me narrow my eyes. but this isn't about them.

The very first thing I thought of when I saw the milk carton was the phrase "no use crying over spilled milk". which, of course, essentially means that there's no point in crying over things you can't change / things already done. There are a couple ways i'm interpreting it with this context

Something is going to happen that Barnaby feels personally responsible for. or is responsible for - either indirectly, or maybe he'll do something terrible. i think it's entirely possible that he might do that possible something for Wally. and again, take this with salt, but Clown has implied through trivia and fun hypotheticals that Barnaby would go to lengths for Wally. and yes, i know. taking evidence from "what would the neighbors do in Among Us" is absurd. IN MY DEFENSE! while the trivia isn't really to be taken seriously, there's always a thought process behind character roles and dynamics and behavior, and that is something that can be (carefully) looked into and applied. like in Among Us, apparently Barnaby would, and i quote, "Barnaby does all the Dirty work if Wally is an Impostor- Anything to help his little Buddy out...". anything to help his little buddy out, huh? like, it's been stated that Barnaby knows things about Wally that no one else does. and it's been mildly implied that he's fairly protective of Wally. and we all know that Wally is getting into some deep shit, and whether he means to or not he's likely gonna fuck everything up for everyone. it's not that big of a leap to speculate that Barnaby might do something drastic/horrible/regret-worthy in Wally's name / for his sake.

2. something terrible is going to happen to Barnaby / directly related to Barnaby, and he's going to be absolutely powerless to do anything about it. though i think that's kind of a given... yeah this section is pretty self explanatory

3. Barnaby is going to go missing. because what used to be on milk cartons? Missing Posters! yes yes i know this one is even more of a reach, since milk cartons didnt have missing posters on them till the 80s, but yk. it's a Thought.

my second thought was "oh ok so when the carton spills, it's curtains for Barnaby." this part of the theory is just me being paranoid that Barnaby is going to wind up kicking the bucket - though i suppose if that were the case, there would be a bucket, not milk. well, if a bucket ever appears, i'm going to start prematurely mourning. Still!

the point is - at some point, that milk is probably gonna spill. it may be just a detail as things get better Worse, or it could be indicative of something terrible happening to / because of Barnaby. the milk spills, Panic Time.

Milk Theory.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[hhkkxd]

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Okay people, decide your own fate (because I'm a bit merciful like that)

[littlehatmouse]

wips from valentines day art that i did not plan well and am not finishing tonight

[vvenuspng]

i have an inkling.. i might start to feel ok enough to post soon.. at some point.. eventually...!! <3 so!! maybe art?!! who knows……..

[kristailine]

im doing revisions and stuff to make this kazujun fic a little aligned with what we've been shown on gamescom trailer so far. gonna put all my energy and time this weekend to finish this fic ahhhhh

[violasmirabiles]

i keep repeating to myself im doing better than i was this time last year which is TRUE i was doing fucking awful this time last year BUT i also keep telling myself im actually doing pretty normal now which is pretty rich from someone who didnt sleep at all last night because their hell brain didnt Let them fall asleep because ?? scared?? i was just. scared? something and therefore Everything was Scary and therefore my brain thought it was perfectly reasonable to Snap me wide fucking awake every time i was just about to doze off?? uhh yeah no i dont think im 100% fine here

[allbuthuman]

vent post you can ignore i've just been unable to write anywhere else

[crow-in-springtime]

You ever think the reason Horatio was so loyal to Hamlet was because he felt like he was responsible since he showed him the ghost in the first place?

[legolasghosty]

Five Songs I've Been Listening To

OKAY HELLO I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN MIA FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS BUT I HAVE RETURNED!!!

I was dealing with exams and stuff.

BUT while I was out, @rainysaturdayafternoon, @molinapattersons, and @preoccupied-educator all tagged me to ask what are 5 songs I've had on a lot lately, so here goes nothing! In no particular order...

Fearless by Louis Tomlinson (This song just hits the spot with some of my comfort characters, okay?)

Older by 5 Seconds of Summer (I wanna turn this into a fic so bad...)

Easy for You to Say by 5 Seconds of Summer (Another one that just screams BLURBO at me...)

Fairytales by Gabby Sophia (This song has launched a friend and me into a whole thing of redone fairy tales...)

Whataya Want From Me from & Juliet, West End (Yes I know it's originally by someone else but that's the version I listen to, shush!)

Ummmm.... I'm kinda guessing all my mutuals have already been tagged in this, so... if you haven't done it and you want to, consider this your tag!!!

[hisredhysteria]

Terms of endearment or nicknames // pet names with the Akudama

Note: Random post as I've always thought about this kind of thing with Cutthroat. These are entirely my personal opinion though, so if they seem out of character, that may just be why. I don't think it's too jarring though.... I THOUGHT WHY NOT POST IT

Swindler

Oh my, I love her... I'd like to think she gets a little flustered at first if the roles are reversed and she's on the receiving end of being called something endearing.

She probably gets flustered trying to use terms of endearment at first too.

After a while it may come naturally to her and be something she uses as a tease.

Swindler using cutie as a term of endearment is the first thing I thought of when thinking of her in this context— I'm not too sure why..

Swindler feels like someone who'd call you a nickname more so though, if not just your name. Especially when the nickname stems from an inside joke or conversation—

She forgets it's just a you and her thing too, so people are confused when she first talks about you and she forgets to use your real name—

Brawler

I feel as though nicknames are something Brawler may use kind of often once he gets used to using them? But he's not using anything too cutesy sounding.

Bro if you're by any chance Hoodlum..

As far as terms of endearment....not often.... definitely just a nickname kinda guy.

He probably calls you a nickname related to food too....

This one isn't gender neutral, but "My girl" oddly feels like something he'd use...it's not necessarily a term of endearment either, but it's definitely something I'd see him using when he's referring to his s/o..

If you use any term of endearment on him he'll likely feel as though you're questioning his strength in some way...but more likely than not confused..

"What's with the frilly names?"

I'll add these at the end as they're definitely just personal perception, but the term sweet cheeks came to mind with Brawler....as well as him using meatball as a nickname—

Doctor

Oh goodness, she's really good at describing words when she's referring to people... she'd likely use nicknames or endearments often in some context. Insult, sarcasm, or not...

Sweetheart or dear....not always in a kind way either, but...

Self-indulgent perhaps as it's one of my favorite words...but doll?

"Well aren't you just a doll?"

Your nickname more often than not with her may have something to do with your appearance or her personal feelings towards you...

She sees someone else using terms of endearment as somewhat revolting I feel like...or maybe just demeaning in a sense to her as that's what she can tend to use them for...

Use something unique enough though and maybe you'll pique her interest.

Hacker

He calls you by your name and that's how he likes it. There's really no need to come up with a pet name when yours works perfectly fine.

Although some of the options do interest him a little...

I could see him calling someone his player 2

Or you two would have an inside joke and that becomes your nickname for a little while.

Calling him anything though...

Depending on the term of endearment and how close you are to him, he may not even acknowledge you said it by letting it happen and then continuing to talk.

...Or he'd find it straight up cringe worthy...why are you doing this to him?

Demeaning even...

He may like it though...only if it's something that'll make him raise an eyebrow. Unexpected, you could say.

Hoodlum

He's tried out at least every term of endearment ever....hit or miss.

I feel as though Hoodlum has potential to use several terms of endearment and rarely sticks to one... but it's like a rotation. Maybe one he'll use a little more than the others or he'll go through phases where he just uses one.

He also feels like someone who'd use them with strangers depending on how confident he's feeling around them...only to possibly regret the choice of words after thinking about it for too long....or maybe he thinks he sounded really cool

This is absolutely soul crushing, I don't know why either, but I can see him using babe...

I wanted to say dude or bro, but I just can't see Hoodlum using that in a romantic sense...unless it's with Brawler..

Darlin'

Toots... (like Jinx uses from Arcane...)

I'm putting honey and pumpkin on the list too. Honey // Hun feels like something he'd use. Pumpkin though? A little...

Hoodlum gets flustered at anything endearing you call him, but he definitely doesn't want you to stop calling him it...

Courier

I can just barely see him using someone's name if I'm honest...he seems like the kind of person to refer to you as shithead and only that....or just not refer to you at all and expect you to know he's talking to you...

Who else is he really talking to anyways though...?

He tends to use things that can be seen as insults. They're like a different way of telling you he cares about you....

When he's calling you a nuisance, he's doing it because he cares. Can't say the same for anyone else he's saying it to though...

Courier doesn't mind too terribly if you call him any sort of terms of endearment either and it always interests him a little to see what nicknames you come up with. He's not gonna stop you with terms of endearment, but an annoying nickname may earn you a tongue click.

At some point, if you just call him Courier after using a nickname long enough, he'll be a little put off guard..

Cutthroat

No one could have guessed, but angel.

Emphasis on the my before it though. It always has to have MY in front of it.

I, myself struggle to see Cutthroat using any other sort of terms of endearment if I'm honest... probably because I like angel so much that I'm somewhat blinded to the others. Although, I have seen others use my dear, my dearest, (my dearest may work, especially in the circumstance he uses angel afterwards...)

"My dearest angel..." ....yeah I can see it—

Possibly "my flower" ....but maybe he'd just compare you to one instead?

"Looking at you is like watching a flower in full bloom..~ .....Ah-! Do you bloom like one too..!?"

I think Cutthroat seems to be a nickname kind of person as well, but it's a play on your name if it's not short enough already.

He'd also like to be given a nickname! It makes him feel special to you. Just make sure they're nice....I feel like he'd be a little upset if you pulled a Courier on him—? He may just ignore it more often than not too...

[stoprobbers]

Theories and hopes about Jancy’s reunion? By the way I’ve been rereading your fics for comfort so if the writers fail us I’m at least glad we have amazing AO3 writers like you to make up for it

guys there are so many messages like this in my inbox including from like the day that vol. 1 dropped so let me publicly apologize now for everyone i have NOT responded to, i am such an ass.

so let me get this out of the way at the top: while my ENTIRE SOUL craves their reunion as soon as possible, i do actually value the plot of this show above all else (hell, putting plot over feelings is what makes season 1 and season 2 so delicious; while i screamed at nancy going back to steve in the s1 finale it also made for the most incredible angst and tension for s2, i love it) and so feel like some of these following thoughts may surprise?

i don't expect it to come early. i expect it after the (first?) big vecna battle because...

i think the (first?) big vecna battle might happen simultaneously across all american locations; so you've got jonathan, will, mike, argyle and el in nevada with el going into max's mind; nancy, steve and robin (g1) and eddie and dustin (g2) in the upside down; and lucas, max and erica in the creel house in Real Hawkins. and i think/hope that el's entrance into max's mind comes relatively late, thus surprising vecna and causing what appears to be a false victory for our heroes because...

i think vecna is still going to be the primary threat for season 5, and i think/hope that he will also either be using el or using... will...

because i think that's what will's "he's not going to stop until he kills everyone" line is really about in the vol. 2 trailer. i think (i hope?) the first season ends with will getting got in vecna's spell, and being used as vecna's minion, because i think it's vecna who wanted him all along. that the demogorgon scared him in season 1 episode 1, but that vecna is what got him in the shed. what brought him to the other side. because i think (i hope?) will has powers, too.

i realize that NONE of that is jancy but i needed to get that out of the way because what i want for jancy is this:

i want nancy to be able to express her relief that jonathan is finally, finally there because i think the subtext of her entire attitude this season, especially since fred died, has been "i miss him and i wish he was here with me" and she has been afraid or unwilling to say it aloud, for whatever reason. so i want the relief to be on her face, on her body, hell i want it to come out of her mouth. i want her to hug him with her entire soul because she is finally, finally safe in his arms again.

i want jonathan to apologize for not calling, to explain why they are there and why they had to be so silent about it, to fill THE ENTIRE teen gang, but especially nancy, in on what happened with them this whole time. i want nancy to do the same in return.

(i want the argyle in person introduction to be funny. please. this is gonna be heavy. let us laugh.)

i want them to get a quiet moment to themselves, and i want them to talk. even if they can't resolve everything now, i want them to trust each other enough to express their fears about the future, worries about college, concerns about their ability to be long distance. and i want them to reaffirm that it's hard but it's worth it; they made a vow at the end of season 3, and i want them to reiterate it. because they meant it. i was there, i saw it with my own damn eyes.

and i want them to fucking kiss.

and then i want the entire world to go to shit as will rises into the air under vecna's influence and for the season to end on a motherfucking hell of a cliffhanger.

will i get what i want? lolololololololol no fucking way. i never do. but i hope i get at least some of that. i think my desires for the reunion are reasonable. it's not asking too much.

and, you know, if i don't get it, well, i'm gonna go stand on some lawns and do some really loud, angry shouting. (jk, i'm gonna write a million fanfic about it)

i'm not gonna say any of these are really theories (beyond the will stuff and the plot stuff, i really do feel like they're laying that foundation and oh my god, if it does go that way then season 5 is going to be devastating), but these are my hopes, at least. what about you guys?

[cybertomii]

i have no clue if you've rbed this yet but this post reminded me of your kiwi/lewa tag 🫶🏽

https://www.tumblr.com/arsenalgbt/736363695664496640

icl they kinda make sense to me?? like the more i think about it the more i can see it lmao

thank you for sending me this that’s so them

im happy someone gets me lol. like the more you think about them the more its like ‘wait this might actually work.’ i wish i could project my brain out so y’all can understand what i mean when i say kiwi/lewa

[churipu]

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ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. cursing, mentions of death, gojo being sad and angry, 2006 gojo geto shoko.

note. for some reason i feel angsty today and i just saw this prompt on pin, just had to write it lol.

gojo has never loathed himself more than when he missed your call — your very last call.

"i could've fuckin' saved them, suguru." gojo blankly stared at the ceiling, his head thrown back onto the couch's rest; he was conflicted, he didn't know what to do. it was as if his motoric abilities had just stopped all of a sudden.

"satoru . . ."

"i could've fuckin' saved y/n." the white haired male mumbled out, his face scrunching in frustration.

gojo has dealt with death. a lot. the concept of death isn't a stranger to him anymore, not in this world — and to think that he'd actually be alive to experience deaths of his loved ones, thinking he could have done so much more made him hate himself.

god, gojo hated crying in front of other people. the aura in the room was palpable. nobody spoke —nobody dared to speak— and the only sound resounding was the vague ticking belonging to the clock hanging on the wall.

"i could've fuckin' saved them," the male repeated for the third time, his voice breaking that he had to inhale sharply to stop himself from breaking down right there.

gojo pushed himself up, placing his palms above his eyes, pressing down on them harshly; he lets out a loud sigh, "where the fuck did it all go wrong?"

"y/n was killed in action . . ." god, gojo wanted to rip his hair out when yaga called him in privately to say that. the male had lost count of how many times the statement repeated in his mind.

frankly, it's haunting.

out of all the news he could have received today, he never expected to hear your death lulling into his eardrums. so soon. so many things swirling in his mind all at once that even he, deemed the strongest, felt the sensation of losing. he felt weak.

"hi, 'toru — you're probably busy since my call went straight to voice mail, but 'm just saying . . . i love you, and i miss you. so much." there was a slight pause and your breathing shallowed into the mic, every single detail in your last moments were graved in that file, "'m not sure if . . . i'll be back as soon as i promised, but, i just want you to know that whatever happens. happens."

there was a slight static before your soft voice recoiled back into the mic, "i've never broken any promises to you, but this might be the very first time — and just know that i've never wanted to do this, i fucking hate myself for this," your voice broke slightly, "'m bleeding. a lot. but 'm trying to stop it just like how ieiri taught me. and i think 'm doing shit at it . . . i don't know what happened, and how it happened; but 'm not doing okay."

"i don't want to die, 'toru." you whispered into the mic, hoarse and weak — feeling the life drain out, "i really don't want to die . . . i have so many things i want to do with you, and suguru, and ieiri . . ." you murmur out, inhaling sharply but it all ended up with you coughing out in pain.

"remember that time i said i wanted to open a pet hotel . . ? i don't know if you think i was joking, but i was really serious about opening one," you began to mumble out, all in random directions — none of your words make any sense anymore, and you could barely keep yourself awake.

"i don't want to die, please," you pleaded, desperate for life. no matter what you did at this point — the light inside of you was almost out, and you can't do anything about it, "fuck. i hate this. so much, 'toru."

"i want to see you again. i miss you. i miss you so so much," you softly murmur out, " . . . i love you. i love you so much, satoru."

and everything ended right after. including you.

gojo has never loathed himself more than when he missed your call. your. very. last. call.

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