Imagine If You Will…

Once more for those in the back.

…should I make a series of sukuna getting used to new, modern things

not my best work 😔

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part one (you’re here!!) / part two / part three / part four / part five / ???

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imagining the Ryōmen Sukuna being forced to play video games for the first time.

let’s say it’s the modern era, and somehow he gets his true form back again.

the first thing he’s doing? being forced by you, of all people to play a new game.

having been stuck inside of his nephew for some time, he gets the gist of video games, but doesn’t quite understand the appeal.

“…what is ‘Grand Theft Auto V’?” is the first question he asks you

you thought it would be the perfect game for him, assuming he wouldn’t break your computer after some npc insults him, the violence, the guns, you thought he’d enjoy it.

“it was either that or Skyrim,” you shrugged in response, laughing upon his confusion clearly growing.

he scoffs and opens the game, muttering something about the game being a waste of his time.

the intro has him interested, hostages, killing people, it’s just his thing.

after some time, he grows bored and simply stands, one pair of hands on his hips and the other crossed over his chest.

he stands there for a moment, staring directly at you, before turning around and leaving.

I saw that requests are open, so I found a quote list and had an idea!!

“I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.” With Shamura? We know Shamura is something of a prophet, so they likely have dreams of the sort. What if they dreamt of their s/o dying(something brutal and painful of course lmao), and sought them out to make sure that it was only a dream? Jsut some nice hurt/comfort, if you will!

Thank you so much, and have a great day/night! :)

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐠

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲(?), 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 "𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭" 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

The bishops eyes slowly closed, drifting off into a much-needed slumber. The book they read slowly slipped from their slim phalanges and onto their lap. Their head rested back against their seat, comfortably laying against the soft velvet material of the cushion. The warm comfort of their library slowly faded from their mind, an image of you replacing it.

They smiled, a slightly toothy one at that. They happily walked toward you, slowly wrapping their arms around your waist and pulling you close. Soft kisses were peppered atop your head as they held you tight. Their grip was suddenly loosened, and they looked up in response.

Upon looking up, they saw their brother, standing directly above your gruesomely-torn-apart body. Your own blood spilled from your lips, the only remaining life you had left draining from your eyes. Narinder's chains caused slight bruising, his claws caused bloody scars. Your skin was tattered and torn (if you know that reference, I love you), ripped apart and shredded.

Shamura's eyes flooded with tears, their throat ached with screams that were never released. They breathed heavily, trying to run toward you, but their body wouldn't move. They screamed and yelled your name, but nothing was heard.

Their eyes soon fluttered open, their breaths heavy as they moved their head from side to side to assess where they were. They grabbed their book, closed it and set it on their desk. With a gentle sigh, they stood and head straight to your shared room.

Upon reaching the door, they hesitated. What if that wasn't a dream, and you really were dead? They shook their head, attempting to remove those thoughts from their mind as they opened the door, noticing your sleeping body.

A soft smile approached their lips as they walked ever closer to your side of the bed. They couldn't deny, they felt a little.. bad that they decided to wake you. But they went with it, gently tapping your shoulder, peppering soft kisses to your forehead.

A soft yawn escaped your lips as you awoke, your dreary eyes looking up at Shamura and smiling toward them. "You're finally coming to bed..?" A small laugh escaped you as you moved over, opening your arms for them. They nodded softly with a gentle laugh, laying next to you. "I had a nightmare, wanted to assure you were alright," They admitted, before looking down at you, noticing you had fallen back asleep before they could even finish their response.

I'll be changing up some things, my @, my pfp, etc. Bear with me 💀

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

Sorry for the, like-

3 Helob questions in a row, he is monching on my brain rn, and won't staph-

𝐍𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭!! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲!!

1. Good to see you again! OwO♥️

2. How have you been?

hello! i've been alright, suffering from severe writers block, but i'm alright! thank you for asking! how are you?

My longest request ever... you should go get a get a snack.

Allow me to set the scene:

1000 years have passed. The Cult of The Lamb has long since blossomed into a full religion, and with it, society and technology skyrocketed with it. (Think early 1910's-1920's in how advanced tech is) A metropolitan city where The Lambs influence is absolute.

While most of the world rose up, some details faded into obscurity. The 4 Bishops, the Mystic Stranger, and the traditions of the Old Faith, many innocuous details faded from people's minds and into the dusty books of long forgotten historical facts, and some even became more akin to myth than fact.

Among these many facts that faded away into knowledge only treasured by historians and book lovers, was one important thing that somehow managed to slip between the cracks:

Narinder. His rescue by The Lamb. His immortality. His ever eternal watch over the people as time passed.

Forgotten by the common folk, remembered by few, and those who remembered pushed this fact into the realm of myth and legend.

Narinder has watched the world forget him, and grow far more than he could have ever imagined. And he was used to not being recognized anymore.

He never expected his name to be called aloud ever again.

Until you came along.

You (Reader) are a historian of the earliest years of the Lambs Influence, researching the beginning, the before, and the waaaaay before too. And you finding someone who not only was half the reason your city was possible, but to find them ALIVE?

It's historians dream come true!

(TLDR)

1000 years after Narinders fall from grace and integration into the cult, everyone forgets that he lived, and is immortal and still alive. A historian (reader) of the Earliest Days find him, and goes fangirling mode, barrageing him with questions and not leaving him alone. And Narinder isn't haveing (most) of it. He probably likes the attention more than he let's on...

𝐈. 𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 /𝐩

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 (𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏)

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

"𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧?"

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐠, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐨𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐀 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧. "𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, "𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.

"𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧?" 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. "𝐇𝐦." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫?" 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚... 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬. "..𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

"𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧!" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰, "𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚.. 𝐮𝐡. 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞.

"𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨," 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.

bro I have like 50 jjk drafts but no jjk asks. this is all me coming up with ideas like there’s no tomorrow.