jupitcrs
Fandoms
- Outer Banks (TV) (8)
- Loki (TV 2021) (4)
- Marvel Cinematic Universe (4)
- 9-1-1 (TV) (4)
- Our Flag Means Death (TV) (1)
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Ghosts do not exist. Spells are not real. There is no way to bring back the dead. Your best friend is gone forever, and there’s no getting him back. Pope tells himself this on repeat, over and over, drowning out the wild, desperate hope building in the back of his head. There’s no getting him back.
or: Pope can't live without JJ, so he finds a way to bring him back.
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Here she is, anyway. Leaving lipstick stains on Buck’s shoulders and twirling in her dresses, learning how to breathe again. Finding it easy, easier than she ever has.
Eddie and the big beautiful world around her.
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Sometimes, JJ feels like he’s burning alive. Like there’s an ember, settled at the depths of his stomach, waiting for the wind to breathe it to life. An itch beneath his skin. Building and burning and waiting, waiting, waiting, until the flames are ready to fan. Until he can’t take it anymore.
OR: JJ's life flashes before his eyes, dying in his best friend's arms.
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So maybe there’s money on the line. He’s a little in-and-out of it. Has been trying to focus on the game and the clack of the balls and the burn of his whiskey and the wet spots on his clothes where the vermouth hasn’t dried yet but he can’t, because he’s so drunk he can’t quite stay in place, always trailing after whatever’s catching his attention and Brad’s across the table with his tongue darting out to lick his lips and his eyebrows are furrowed and his fingers are slim and deft where they wrap around the cue, and Brad twists his wrist, and shifts up, and—
OR: David and Brad spend some more time together at the party. They're drunk. What could go wrong? What could go right?
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Every morning the sun rises and I’m angry about it because it doesn’t make sense that the world can keep turning without you. Feels like the sun should’ve exploded when I fell to my knees to check your pulse and couldn’t find it.
But it doesn’t matter. The world does keep turning. And I’m going to miss you for the rest of today, and all of tomorrow, and the day after that, and then the day after that, too. Every day, for the rest of my life. And the sun will keep rising. And you will still be gone.
OR: Pope grapples with his grief. To deal with it, he writes letters to JJ.