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kooktrash · 2 years

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hi :D ty for doing spooky requests.

can i request something like: witch!reader x jungkook.

reader is very obsesses with jungkook.

but jungkook is s1 else’s boyfriend. and that s1 is s1 reader wouldn’t want to mess with. (you can ignore this btw)

but still reader couldn’t let go of her little crush on jk. (she would if she could). so reader decided to just admire/watching him from afar silently instead.

and everyday reader would sitting on the tallest branch of tree and watching jungkook doing his works silently. example: shirtless!jungkook chopping off woods. 😏 (they’re living in the wood)

you can decide the ending for them.

i hope u have a good day! 🫶

I’m gonna do it as a list cuzzzz why not. also I wasn’t sure which route to take so I just did a little fluff???? it COULDVE been more yandere but listen 😭 it just ended up being fluff

little witch | jeon jungkook drabble

okay but think about small village in the woods au where Jungkook is like the town’s golden child. he’s nice, good looking, helpful… the list literally goes on

it’s no surprise that you fell for him early on, since you were a child. he was just so sweet and his smile was gorgeous and his voice so melodic. everyone had a crush on him but you definitely took it too far. it wasn’t your fault that he was so unapproachable that you had to admire from afar.

sure, he was always nice when he’d see you somewhere in the small farmer’s market filling your woven baskets with goods. he always said hello when the two of you would find yourselves walking in the same direction

he’s only unapproachable because of her. Her who has been Jungkook’s closest friend for a long time, always trailing after him, always latching on his arm. probably the one started the rumors that they would wed.

still, you couldn’t stop your little crush on him. you just had to keep your distance considering she had no problem confronting anybody who got too close to him. like today; you’ve managed to keep good distance from him. you haven’t seen her but maybe that’s bc you’ve been hiding in a tree

your spying tactics have def escalated lately, more bizarre since you’ve been avoiding seeing him in the market. and the look today was amazing. a shirtless Jungkook cutting lumber in what he could call his backyard. in reality it was just a neck in the woods only a few yards away from his cabin and yours too

you had only been watching him for thirty minutes but you swear you’re not a creep. you were doing a little sketch and it just so happened to be about him. you had just finished adding shade to his backside when you heard her voice.

“Jungkookie! Why don’t you take a break? I’ve just picked some fresh strawberries.”

well that just ruined your day. if she catches you up here she’ll just tease you about something and embarras you

crazy enough, this was not the first time you’ve hidden somewhere to watch him. sometimes you’d be around a corner in the market watching him take lumber to some of the elders who couldn’t cut any. sometimes he’d offer bread to a stray child or show them magic tricks like a coin behind the ear

unlike you he was praised for everything he did. you were merely called a witch even tho you didn’t think you were. nobody trusted you or wanted to be around you so you didn’t have friends. the only nice one had been Jungkook

handsome and kind and unavailable jungkook who knocked on your cabin one stormy night much to your dismay. he was drenched in rain clutching something under his wool

“Y/n, sorry to disturb you I know it’s late but I need your help”

you hadn’t even known what to say, he had never come to you door, you had no clue he knew you lived next to him

you didn’t say anything caught completely off guard. even in rain he looked good, still kind and pretty smile. you moved to the side letting him in and suddenly all the hanging herbs and spices in jars seemed ridiculous. the black cat sleeping on a book and the cauldron tucked away in the fireplace seemed bizarre.

he was nervous too mostly bc you were so quiet. “so… i heard you can help with injuries? i accidentally hurt myself earlier and—“ he lifted his shirt, a gash down his torso not deep but long

you bit your lip, well this was an excuse to stare. but still. you had a feeling any second she would barge in here and tell him you’re a freak. you left him for a second going to the kitchen opening up a jar. his nose scrunched at the smell but he tried not to say anything

“w-whats that?” he couldn’t help but ask when you crushed some dried berries and mixed it with what was in the jar. it was a dark green color, “swamp mud, helps with scratches”

“s-swamp mud?” he asked before wincing arrival the first cold touch of the paste. his muscles tensed like the skin around the cut was burning but you told him to leave it on for a few more minutes

he’s always known you. a sweet and shy person who kept to themselves and often times he found himself wanting to greet you. just let you know that you could always talk to him but you never do.

of course she always tries to tell him you’re a witch and a freak but he doesn’t believe it to bad. if she knew he came tonight she’d be missed but it was his decision. he knew if anyone could do something about the gash it was you, a healer

he watched you back away from him, tucking yourself into the window seat as the rain hit the windows harshly. the black cat coming by to curl around his foot while he felt embarrassing bare in front of you. you just seemed so innocent and gentle, he felt bad for the way the town treated you.

“what’s her name?” he asked about the cat. “salem and they go by he”

he smiled a little, the cat goes by he. before he could ask another question you were leaving to the kitchen again. a bucket of water and a rag in your hands as you pulled a stool in front of him

at this proximity he was able to get a good look at you. he hadn’t known minutes passed instead of seconds. he sees you sometimes in the market but you always keep your distance. usually he’s the one who has to stop with a hello and even then you don’t always talk. whenever he’s with her you don’t even look his way but in truth nobody does. why? he’s not sure but every now and then when he catches you in the woods smiling down at a bunny or bird it makes him smile. she always tries to tell him you’re a freak and stalker but he doesn’t believe that.

“does it hurt?” “huh?” “the cut” “oh, uh a little?”

actually not at all but he didn’t think when he responded. “alright, we’ll give it another minute or two.” he nodded wondering why he said it still hurt but he pushed the thought aside. instead he thought about your soft scent of rosemary and elderberry. up close he can tell you’re very pretty. well, he always thought you were pretty but right now it was different. he used to think you were cute with the shy smiles and soft voice but up close he can tell you’re just naturally pretty

she always tell him you’re obsessed with him. that you’re a freak who watches him in the woods. you’re just a loser with no friends. but he never listens, he has seen you in the woods before sketching in some book but he thinks it’s sweet. anytime he’d be cutting lumber and he’d catch you up on some tree branch sketching away he wouldn’t say anything. he didn’t want to scare you away but he always wondered what it is you sketched

after some time you didn’t ask him again if it hurt but if you would have he would’ve lied again. instead you dipped the rag into the warm water and began to wash away the dried paste. he prepared himself for the pain but there was none so instead he watched you

“there.” “what?” “it’s healed.” “oh” why was he disappointed? you left him to go back to the kitchen and as he looked down the gash had turned into scarred tissue but healed. you came back out with a little jar of the paste, “put this on before bed and soon the scar will fade.”

you sent him on his way before he could even say thank you and he was back in the rain with a jar in hand

the next time you saw him it was in the woods again. you were down by the swamp collecting more mud, unaware of Jungkook passing by with her. he stopped the second he found you crouched down on the floor, the end of your dressed costed in dirt and grass. she pulled in his arm, “let’s go to the market for some bread. hurry before y/n sees u—“

“y/n!” he left her there cutting through the meadow to the thicker marsh side. you looked up seeing him there before looking behind him where she stood glaring. immediately you got up turning to leave before she confronted you about Jungkook talking to you

he visibly frowned watching you walk away. “Jungkook just leave the witch alone. she’s a fre—Jungkook!” and he’s running after you calling your name but he couldn’t find you anymore. hw turned to her, “don’t talk about y/n like that anymore. she is sweet and kind”

you stayed in your cabin for a couple days. just enough time for Jungkook and her to stop looking for you. the other day by the swamp he probably told her how you helped him and was ready to chew you out for it. so you avoided them both. you haven’t even gone to watch him cut lumber but it was for the better. your obsession with him would turn into something more and you can’t dream about something you can’t have.

Jungkook knew your shy nature though and even if he didn’t see you out of the cabin in a couple days he had a feeling it had something to do with his friend. you must’ve heard her call you mean names and it scared you of. he didn’t want to scare you off. he wanted the opposite actually. so what did he do? he went out into the meadow where he could pick some herbs out for you. he had a feeling you weren’t into flowers or sweets so maybe he could try and coax you with things he knows you’ll like

so what happened? little jars of spices, rosemary, thyme, lavender, even that healing swamp mud, all packed nicely for you. set in front of your door everyday with the little notes here and there

it was ironic actually. you used to watch and obsess over him and now he’s the one watching and obsessing over you. making sure to be as loud and obvious as possible when he passed by your cabin or in the market he’d follow after you. he’d cut more lumber than necessary as an excuse to drop it off at people’s doorsteps, making sure to knock when he got to yours. the kind little witch who used to obsess over him was now his own growing obsession.

#kpop #jeon jungkook #kooktrash requests #soooky season #bts #jungkook request #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff

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narciesuss · 8 months

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I’d pick you 🧡

#the season of the witch #pumpkin #Halloween #spooky #soooky season #boo

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weathering-the-storm-of-life · 2 years

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October 31 //

Samhain night I carved a pumpkin. His design is from ‘Over the Garden Wall’ I had quite a lovely night.

#samhain #halloween #pumpkin carving #soooky season #pumkin #witchblr #autumn #october

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love-pinups · 2 years

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inkfireflies · 2 years

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It’s spooky season so i decided it was time for spooky heartstopper icons👻🎃🦇

#art #hs #heartstopper #spooky #spooktober #soooky season #halloween #icons #tara and darcy #tara jones #elle #elle argent #charlie spring #nick and charlie #nick nelson #alice oseman #aled last

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wickedcharm · 10 months

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BRING ME SPOOKY SEASON!

What should this year’s theme be for the photoshoot? The first year was spooky vibes and witchy tribes, and last year was favorite horror/slasher.

#me #personal shit #wickedcharm #thick babe #witchyvibes #soooky season #spooky season always #amateur photography

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asteriastitch · 2 years

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The Spooky Sale is alive and well 🎃

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rebecaresendiz27 · 1 year

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Spooky season

#disneyland #disney #soooky season #christmas #a nightmare before christmas

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civvi-the-civilian · 2 years

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Happy October y’all! I think this lil guy’s name is Pumpkin Pie. Idk for sure yet though

#norn #creatures #the creatures games #furry #anthro #alien #norns are a lot okay and I love all of it #art #civvi #Halloween #oc #soooky season #pumpkin #fall #pumpkin pie #character design

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deathshallbethelastenemy · 8 months

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' ' perhaps there is some mercy in madness ' '

ELDRITCHGOD!gojo x (they/them) reader

TW ⚠️: blood, blood drinking, gore, mentions of suicide, overall death, dead bodies, reader is going mad and by mad i mean crazy, gojo is basically a god so he is not nice at all, soooo god complex gojo, gojo has six actual eyes!!!!! he is nice at the end, suggestive at the end

a/n: it's october 🎃 and i've been playing bloodborne. this has not been proofread!!

knowledge comes at a price and so does worship.

A lone person stood at the bottom end of the stairs. Quivering in fear, they took a singular step up and then another and another, until their legs were shaking from exhaustion. They let their hand rest against the metal railing as they tried to catch their breath.

' ' Long and winding ' ', the monster dwelling in his temple of worship had lazily demanded long ago, ' ' If they truly wish to see me then they'll climb. ' '

A body, a man, clutching the stairs with bloody hands, laid slumping beside her. Whoever it was, was trying to crawl their way to the top. They stared at the man for a while - his eyes were glassy with the inevitably of his failure, of lost hope. They supposed they should be proud of themselves, at least they would make it farther than him.

They ripped their gaze from the carcass - the man was dead, there was nothing she could do for him now. Their breathing steadied and they trekked onwards.

The farther they got up the stairs, the more bodies that were littered upon the stairs - they had to step on some of the bodies just to get through as they paid no mind to the blood that was staining their boots.

Whatever it takes, they thought.

A carefully placed step sent the bodies toppling down the stairs.

They have yet to feel the madness the legends had told of this temple, but clearly some have felt it otherwise, there would not be bodies littering the stairs. They looked up, so many, there were so many left. They gulped dryly, a small price to pay for infinite knowledge.

Climb, climb, climb, climb, climb, climb, climb, climbclimbclimbclimbclimbclimbclimbclimbclimbclimbclimbclim -

They toppled roughly onto the staircase, madness. They lifted their head to look forward - more dead bodies, but this time, their faces were clawed out and their nails were hanging loosely from their cuticles.

A harrowing sight.

No, they would not go inside. They would claw at their eyes and faces until their nails fell off, no.

They crawled and crawled, until their knees and hands were bloody, and even then, they continued. Their vision encroached on only what was in front of them - they didn't see the ropes hanging down with sagging bodies at the ends of them or the wetness on the stairs as it was no longer their blood that was staining their hands and knees and clothes, but the blood squish squish squish squish squish squish squish squish squish and innards of others squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch.

The door - long and wide double doors that led to him. No one had seen him in centuries and they would be first. They had made it they had made it they had made it like an animal on all fours, they raced towards the door. A harsh blow hit them on their stomach, knocking the air out of their lungs.

A pathetic whine left them as they slumped on their backs with their grip still tight on the railing. There were no doors just more stairs.

A laugh echoed in the temple - joyous, and boyish; Another one bites the dust.

Their chest rose and fell twice, before they got on their hands and knees again and began to climb.

His laughter grew louder, more manic, as his voice echoed, ' ' Good job, I'll reward you, ' ' he clicked his tongue in amusement, ' ' if you manage to make it. ' '

They would make it.

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Again, the long, wide grand doors were in front of them, but this time, they did not rush like before. They carefully pushed on the doors, pushed and pushed, and finally, they fell open.

They tumbled inside and landed on their face with a thump.

Slow and condescending clapping flooded their hearing, ' ' Well, look who made it all the way up. ' ' He lazily nudged his foot on their shoulder lolling them on their back, ' ' Fragile little thing. ' '

He was beautiful - No, more than beautiful. There were no words that encapsulate his beauty. Oh, and those eyes... vibrant and holding the stars, the sun, the moon, the clouds, and sky itself. All six of them focused on them.

' ' Still breathing, I see. ' ' A smile danced across his lips, ' ' Come on, say something and I'll give you your reward. ' '

He leaned his long body down as he placed his feet on either side of them, casting a dark shadow over them, ' ' Dumb, boring little humans don't get rewards. ' '

They opened their mouth, and in a pathetic scratchy, desperate voice, they confessed, ' ' I love you. ' '

His amused smile widened into a wicked smirk. He lowered himself on them, until he was straddling them, ' ' Love me, huh? ' '

His sharp claws sliced into his wrist as he tilted her chin down and opened their mouth. His eyes brightened when the human below him lolled their tongue out - oh, how he has missed being worshipped.

He pressed his bleeding wrist against their hot tongue. ' ' Drink, ' ' he commanded.

They happily closed their mouth on his wrist and blissfully lapped at his blood. Metallic, and so, so, so sweet. Their eyes rolled back in bliss, it was the best thing they ever tasted.

He rubbed soothing circles on their cheek as all of his six eyes trained on their ecstasy, at how their body arched upwards at the taste of his blood, until they finally unlatched their mouth from his wrist.

Their exhaustion was gone, their wounds healed, the voices that were clinging to them to kill themselves were gone.

Everything cleared.

Knowledge, they thought, I came here for knowledge.

A sharp tug of their hair pulled them out of their thoughts.

' ' Eyes on me, human. ' '

Their gaze returned to his face and they couldn't help but marvel at him; at the way his snowy white hair glistened almost silver, at the way it framed his beautifully sculpted face, but mostly his six eyes. Each pair of eyes was a different shade of blue, but they all shined.

So breathtaking.

His wicked smirk was still plastered on his face, ' ' Why have you come here? ' '

As if he didn't already know - the denizen of infinity knew all.

' ' I want to know - ' '

' ' Know? ' ' A cruel laugh escaped him, ' ' Oh, sweet thing, your brain can't handle knowledge of any actual worth. ' ' He lightly slapped their cheek, ' ' You couldn't even handle knowing my name. ' '

' ' Yes, I can! ' ' They protested, but their anger quickly turned into searing pain.

Their body was being pressed on the floor, but not like before where they felt safe, but as if something was crushing her into the ground.

They screamed and howled in pain, but the wall would not relent. He would not relent until he was satisfied. A litany of pleas for mercy escaped them, apologies until their voice was hoarse.

His claws slightly sunk into their jaw, they whimpered out, but at least they were no longer being crushed.

' ' I'm sorry, ' ' They wheezed out, ' ' I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. ' '

The God above them chuckled, ' ' Maybe, I'll throw you down the stairs. ' ' he roughly pulled her hair, angling their neck to his mouth, ' ' Or I'll leave you outside the doors, until you've begged long enough. ' '

Too afraid to actually protest him, they only continued to blubber apologies: ' ' I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Please, don't kick me out. Please, please, please, I'm sorry - ' '

A loud shriek escaped them. He had mercilessly sunk his sharp teeth into their neck and then again, again and again, until their neck was littered with blood and bite marks.

' ' I just drank your blood, little human, ' ' He licked a long stripe up on their neck as he kept his eyes trained on them, ' ' what do you say when your god deems you worthy of that? ' '

' ' T-thank you. ' '

He hummed as he hoisted them up in his arms, their legs dangling on either side from his waist, ' ' See, all you needed was to be reminded of your manners. ' '

They mindlessly nodded against the crook of his neck, ' ' Can I please know your name? ' '

Two of his six eyes trained on her as he continued walking, ' ' If I tell you, I can't let you leave. Names have power after all. ' '

' ' Then I won't leave. ' '

A door swung open, but they kept their gaze focused on him, on their god.

' ' This is for all eternity. ' ' His six eyes all moved to watch them, ' ' Trapped in this lonely tower with me. ' '

' ' Forever? ' '

For the first time, he smiled softly. He gently placed them down on something plush and leaned in on top of them and whispered in their ear, ' ' Gojo Satoru. ' '

' ' Forever. ' '

They wrapped their arms around his shoulders as they peered up into his cerulean blue eyes again, ' ' Please? ' '

Giddiness filled them, but all they did was smile, not wanting to anger him.

Satoru's soft smile still played on his lips, but his six eyes were cold and unyielding, ' ' If you ever try to leave me, I will kill you. ' '

They hesitantly ran their hands through his hair, his eyes softened at them. Something heavy rested on their core, Satoru rolled his hips against theirs as his grip tightened on their waist - a moan escaped them both.

' ' Now, let's see how much you can handle. ' '

#i was bored #and its soooky season #this is the only part #might do more spooky writings for jjk but for other characters #enjoy #eldritchgodgojo #jjk #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #i love him #this gojonis actually just really lonely #but hes also sort of a god so hes a dick

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drowninginthoughts27 · 7 months

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10/10 Superstition Word Count: 1208

(injury, american football au) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus has never really liked high school football. The sickeningly loud crowd of fans packed shoulder to shoulder in the bleachers. Bright lights, streamers, and glitter everywhere you look. Food so greasy it's almost inedible. And the large hoards of irresponsible teenagers (not that he isn’t one of them from time to time).

But one thing he does like is James Potter. He’d even go as far as saying he loves James Potter. And if one way to show his never ending love and support for his boyfriend is to attend each and every one of his football games so be it.

When his parents first moved to America for work reasons, sending him to a Hogwarts public highschool, he vowed to stay as far away from anything remotely stereotypically American that he could. Never in a million years had he pictured this being his life. Supporting his football player boyfriend at each and every one of his games.

Nevertheless, there he stands at the top of the bleachers during a home game playing their rival school; Durmstrang. Next to an even more enthusiastic Pandora. Who's more focused on Lily, who is standing with the rest of the cheerleaders, than the actual game in front of her. He’s dressed in James’ spare jersey, matching glitter on his cheekbones, cheering him on.

It’s nearing the end of the second quarter with only three minutes remaining. The score is 45-3 with the home team in the lead and it's looking like they're gonna win.

James had been freaking out earlier because Regulus hadn’t been able to kiss him good luck before he ran out onto the field. Regulus had gotten there late on account of the terrible traffic around town and the incredibly long line to get in. Resulting in him not making it there in time to run out to the practice fields next to the field the team would be playing on. But James was superstitious like that, fearing that they would lose and as both their captain and their star player he would let down the entire team. Regulus would think it was a load of bullshit if it wasn’t coming from James Potter and his absolutely adorable pregame traditions.

Thankfully Pandora had saved Regulus a spot on the bleachers and he was able to get there before the kickoff. James was still spamming his phone with worried texts but he was starting to calm down due to the adrenaline of the game beginning to kick in. Regulus plans on running down during halftime to make it up to him.

Regulus has picked up a fair amount of football knowledge from attending so many games. He’s watching the field intently, following James as he runs. The ref calls a penalty on Durmstrang due to illegal contact, stopping the clock.

All the players go to return to their initial positions except for one. For whatever reason James doesn’t move, laying there helplessly on the 35 yard mark of the field. Of course Regulus isn’t the only one who noticed. The medic instantly runs onto the field as the rest of the players exit it. The cheerleaders and players on the sidelines kneel.

Regulus’ heart drops.

The world around him pauses. Everyone in the bleachers around him sits down leaving Regulus standing alone. “James, not my James!” is the only thought that runs through his brain.

In the distance, he can hear the muffled sounds of the commentator talking, something about number 17 being injured, and the indistinct chatter of people watching trying to figure out what's going on. He can vaguely feel Pandora tugging at his sleeve in an attempt to get him to sit down.

Eventually he does, heart pounding in his chest and the taste of bile at the back of his throat. He can barely think past James lying there on the field.

James appears responsive but barley. Regulus watches as the medic tries to get James to move, asking him questions in the process. James still doesn’t move much, unable to sit up from where he lays the field.

Somebody motions to the awaiting ambulance to send the EMTs out. Regulus grows increasingly more nervous by each and every antagonizing second.

The EMT’s rush out with a stretcher and yet another med bag. Approaching James and trying to get him onto the stretcher.

It’s no use, they’ve gotten James to a half sitting up position but he’s shaking his head frantically saying something Regulus can’t make out. The team manager is there now, radioing up to someone. Which sends Regulus into even further his distressed frenzy.

The commentator's voice booms, snapping Regulus out of his rapid spiraling, “Can we have Regulus Black on the field? Regulus Black to the field.”

Regulus remains frozen on the bleachers, all eyes now trained on him. Pandora nudges his arm, urging him to get back up.

“Go, go!” she whispers.

On shaky legs he stands, weaving his way through the crowds of people and off the bleachers. Everyone's eyes remain pinned on him, the faint hum of curious people filling the silence hanging in the air.

Once he reaches the side lines one of the many people standing next to James spots him, waving him over.

Picking up his pace he crosses the field crouching besides James and giving him a worried look. James returns it with a weak smile.

“He refused to get up without you near him,” one of the EMTs speaks up from behind them.

“You didn’t kiss me before the game,” James pouts at a whisper only Regulus can hear. James is clearly dazed and out of it but Regulus knows that even on a good day James would have requested for him to be there. The thought that even in the most trying times he’s at the front of James’ mind warms Regulus' heart a bit.

“I’m sorry,” Regulus whispers back.

“I’ll get up now,” James decides, voice strained and cracking.

“Alright then,” someone else says.

It’s all a blur as they get James up and onto the awaiting stretcher, walking him off the field with Regulus walking besides him.

Once they get James into the ambulance he begins to protest yet again.

“I’m not leaving without him!” James cries.

The EMT standing next to James looks back at Reguous. He’s about to hit the doors to the ambulance. The EMT opens his mouth to protest but then sighs in defeat.

“Get in!”

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Upon arriving at the hospital James had been diagnosed with a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. Rendering him unable to play for the next two to four weeks.

Later that night Sirius had informed them that their team did in fact win with an end score of 47-9.

The hospital admitted James to stay overnight for observations. Once again refusing to have Regulus leave his side. So there they sit, eating awful hospital food and watching whatever show is playing on the tv.

James randomly breaks the comfortable silence between the two, “I told you my superstitions are bullshit!”

Regulus only rolls his eyes, unwilling to give into James’ irrationalities. “Pure coincidence,” he argues.

Despite all this Regulus never again misses kissing James goodluck before his game. Superstition or not.

#I didn’t have time to proof read this #so sorry about that #but…#not only is fall soooky season but it is also football season #and I may not be American #but I did go to a small town New England high school #that LOVED their sports #(especially football)#so that’s where this brain rot came from ig #lol #it didn’t turn out how I wanted it too but it’s ok #Em’s microfics #marauders #jegulus #james x regulus

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