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saltpepperbeard · 1 year

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OBLIGATORY COMPLETE OFMD SEASON 2 TEASER THOUGHTS AND SPECULATION POST™

Okay, to start off, I cannot BELIEVE we got this. I cannot BELIEVE we got a voiceover of Stede's note to Ed. We were all thinking it. We were all hoping for it. I CANNOT BELIEVE WE LEGITIMATELY GOT TO SEE AND HEAR HIS LOVE RIGHT OFF THE BAT. HE LOVES HIS ED SO SO MUCH.

Followed by this shot right as Stede is narrating. It's difficult to tell, but it seems like Ed??? The one-armed jacket and the fact that it's layered with Stede's narration makes me quite certain it's him. But ALONE??? AND COMING OUT OF THE SURF??? (There's a shot later that has me PARTICULARLY raising eyebrows at this moment. I'm thinking that he fell off the boat/was lost in that one storm shown later, and Stede of course is going to dive in after him or attempt to get to him in some sort of dramatic way. Which makes me think he and Stede are going to potentially talk feelings/reconcile on the beach)

And the fight choreography of this. Are you actually kidding me right now. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. GETTING TO SEE ED ABSOLUTELY KICKING ASS IN COMBAT??? NEVER IN A THOUSAND YEARS DID I EXPECT TO SEE A SHOT LIKE THIS BUT I'M HOLLERING SO HARD OVER IT (NOT TO MENTION, AGAIN, LOOKING AT THIS AND A LATER SHOT..........I'LL SCREAM ABOUT MY THOUGHTS WHEN SAID SHOT APPEARS HSKDLS)

Oh, they're PINING pining. They're YEARNING yearning. They're GAY gay.

They want to be back with each other so so so bad I'm losing my mind <3

"Fuck you, Stede Bonnet." The way he's JUST as dramatic as we were all thinking. The way he's hurting in a way WE ALL ANTICIPATED. LIKE, YOU HATE TO SEE IT, BUT MAN DSJKLDSSDKL. Also, the contrast of him saying that vs Stede's voice over is so so insane. The editors are INSANE FOR THAT ONE.

AGAIN, GOING BONKERS OVER ED'S CHARACTERIZATION BECAUSE HE SEEMS EXACTLY HOW I ANTICIPATED. Outwardly, angry, hardened, and cold. Inwardly, heartbroken, desperate, and wanting nothing more than to be back with Stede. Because hello, HELLO, HE'S NOTCHED WHAT I ASSUME TO BE HIS NUMBER OF DAYS WITHOUT STEDE IN THE WALL??????

HI OLU HELLO OLU MY DEAR DARLING OLU

but also screaming and crying and throwing up because this is ALSO what i was anticipating/hoping for. the crew being like "ummmmm lmao captain?? you really think you've got this under control???"

"You think Blackbeard's going to murder you?" I THINK NOT BECAUSE WHAT IS HE EVEN SHOOTING AT JSLDKS. OFF TO THE SIDE??? A WARNING SHOT????? Also the lighting of this and his look matches the ending shot so I'm very eyes emoji at this entire thing.

HOWEVER...

"MURDERER THRICE OVER?????????????"

Like sorry, that sign won't stop me because I can't read. Look at him. LOOK at him. You're telling me he stole the wedding cake toppers so he could PAINT HIMSELF ON THE BRIDE??? SO HE COULD MAKE HIMSELF INTO THE BEAUTIFUL BRIDE HE WANTS TO BE????? SO THAT HE COULD PLAY PRETEND MARRIAGE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND STEDE???????

INSANE!!!

INSANE FOR THIS!!!!!!

Again, bonkers editing. The split screen. The CONTRAST between Stede's hopefulness and Ed's depression. The WAY THEY LINED IT UP TO MAKE ED LOOK LIKE HE'S TAKING AIM AT STEDE. THE WAY THIS PROBABLY PERFECTLY ENCAPSULATES THEIR CHARACTERIZATION IN THE FIRST FEW EPISODES HSDJKLSDS LIKE BITING THE EDITORS BITING THEM BITING THEM

ALSO ED AND ALL OF HIS GUNS,,, NINE GUNS???????

It kills me because he's probably being exactly what he thinks people see him as. He's probably like "Oh, you want a monster? I'll give you a monster."

WHICH,,,, NO, HONEY. YOU'RE A SWEETHEART, SORRY ABOUT IT.

AND THEN LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT OUR DARLINGS!!! FANG'S FUCKING SPIKES ARE SO METAL. FRENCHIE'S WOLVERINE COSPLAY SHDJKLSHDLKS. JIM!!! JIM JIM MY BELOVED JIM, AND THEIR PAINTED BEARD. THEIR GENDER!!!!!!!

Honey hsdksjds the drama of it all. THE DRAMA. CRASHING WEDDINGS TO DISRUPT LOVE BECAUSE YOUR OWN WAS DISRUPTED??? SIIIIIIRRRR THE THEATRICS, THE SPICE OF IT ALL

excuse me ma'am that is a gay man shdkjshkls THAT IS A GAY MAN. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING,,,

kiss me instead like wtf

OKAY NOW THIS,,,

THIS.

PRESIDENTIAL ALERT: THE BABYGIRL IS FIGHHHTTTTIIIING

BUT IZZY WATCHING ON??? IZZY????????????

I have Genuine Thoughts™ about this. I have a feeling that the big arc/character development Con mentioned might pertain to him like, REALIZING what's important, and what Ed actually wants and needs. And a good chunk of that will be him realizing the consequences of his actions, and maybe potentially wanting to undo the damage. And also, in his Bitchy Izzy Ways™, he might also get very very tired of Ed's sulking/theatrics and want to rectify things for that reason too.

So I feel like he's going to sort of team up with Stede and show him the ropes for that reason?? So they ALL can work towards betterment???

WHICH IS NUTS LMAO. NEVER EVER EXPECTED THAT.

REGARDLESS, GO STEDE BABY GO!!!

HI REVENGE HELLO REVENGE PLEASE DON'T DO ANYTHING DRASTIC LIKE EXPLODE OR ANYTHING PLEASE BABYGIRL <3

yeah yeah the titties we've all seen them.

BUT AGAIN, AGAIN, STEDE OFF TO THE SIDE. STEDE WATCHING. STEDE LEARNING THE ROPES FROM THE MOST UNEXPECTED PERSON EVER SHDJKSDS LIKE WHAT!!!

AND HEEEEEEERE WE GO. HERE'S THE SHOT I WAS REFERRING TO EARLIER.

THE SAME BLACK SAND BEACH. FIGHTING THE BRITISH. ED AND STEDE. ED WITHOUT HIS MAKEUP ON. STEDE IN A DIFFERENT OUTFIT.

ARE THEY BOTH,,, FIGHTING TO GET TO EACH OTHER??? FIGHTING THROUGH CROWDS AND ENEMIES TO GET TO EACH OTHER'S SIDES???????

WHAT IF THEY FIGHT TO EACH OTHER AND THEN KISS HUH???

WHAT THEN.

HIIIIIIYYYAAAA JACKIE <33333

ALSO HELLO IS THAT THE SWEDE BEHIND HER???????

EXPLOSIONS FIRE EXPLOSIONS EXPLOSIONS FEELING VERY WEE JOHN CODED RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

AND THIS IS YET ANOTHER SHOT I WAS REFERRING TO EARLIER,,,

LIKE UHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WITH ED ON THE BEACH, AND THIS SHOT OF SOMEONE FALLING INTO THE WATER,,,,,,

I HAVE A FEELING THAT ED IS GOING TO DO SOMETHING THAT ENDS WITH HIM FALLING OFF THE BOAT. MAYBE HE TRIES TO SAVE SOMEONE???

if he fights to save stede from going overboard or something equivalent i'm going to eat all the tiles off my floor <3

LIKE IT'S BAD BESTIES. IT'S BAD. IT'S DIRE. THE WATER IS SO FUCKING HIGH AND THEY'RE IN A STORM AND JIM IS SCREAMING AND I AM ALSO SCREAMING!!!

But then also, LOOK AT FUCKING WEE JOHN!!! IN DRAG!!! HE'S A FUCKING MERMAID!!! JIM ISN'T A MERMAID???? WELL, THAT'S FINE--WEE JOHN IS!!! LIVING HIS BEST FUCKING LIFE!!!!! AND WHAT IF HE MADE THAT COSTUME HIMSELF SJDKSDJLS <3

AND THE FINAL SHOT I'M CHOOSING, THE FINAL ONE OF THE SET,,, MATCHES UP WITH THAT LIGHTING EARLIER.

WHO ARE WE FIGHTING, ED BABE. WHAT'S THE TEA. WHO ARE YOU CLOBBERING.

IS IT US?

IT'S PROBABLY US.

BECAUSE THIS ENTIRE THING HAS ME SO SO SO DEAD Y'ALL

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lunajay33 · 5 months

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The Day Will Come

Summary: Going out to help bring Maggie to the hilltop ends up with you and the others on your knees infront of Negan, you’re one of his victims everyone thinks you’re dead until you wake up in hilltop

Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warning: Gore

•Masterlist•

Daryl had ran out with Glenn and Rosita going to try and stop him, I desperately wanted to go after him aswell but Maggie needed me, I’m her sister after all and I could tell she was extremely sick and if Glenn wasn’t here I needed to be

The rest of us loaded in the RV and were off the hilltop, I was sat in the back with Maggie holding her against me hoping it might help knowing I’m here to protect her

“You’ll be okay sis, we will get you there” he whispered as I ran my hand up and down her back

“I’m scared”

“I know……..” in all honesty I has just as scared, I didn’t wanna lose her or this baby

The RV slowed to a stop confusing us

“Damn it…….its the saviours” Rick groaned instructing Abraham to back up and take another road

This happened over and over again, there was no getting away from them, finally we had to go on foot, having Maggie on a makeshift bed so she didn’t have to walk

My heart was in my ears she was getting worse and my anxiety was at its peek, something was going to happen out here and it’s nothing good, the saviours are after us

As if on cue bright lights flickered on as whistles of the saviours surrounded us, placing us in a line up I was at the end next to Michonne, Maggie was shaking, everyone was scared that’s when they brought out Rosita, Glenn and……Daryl, he was in bad shape, covered in blood, they shoved him down next to me and it was hard not to reach out to him but I couldn’t take my eyes off him the tears streaming down my face, he was shaking obviously in pain

“Let’s bring out the big guy” and out came Negan, swinging around his bat embedded with barbed wire, after his whole speech about how it’s only right to take one of us out considering we killed a whole group of his and that’s when the counting started

“Enie” Carl

“Meenie” Sasha

“Miney” Rick

“Moe” Michonne

“Catch” Me

“A tiger” Daryl

“By” Glenn

“His toe” Rosita

“If” Abraham

“He hollers” Eugene

“Let him go” Aaron

He kept going picking us at random as he pointed his bat at us

“My mother” Maggie

“Told me” Carl

“To pick” Me

“The very” Rosita

“Best” Sasha

“One” Rick

“And you” Daryl

“Are” Glenn

He looked around at everyone of us until he stood infront of Abraham

“It” Abraham rose on his knees starring him down just like he always did

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start, You can breathe, You can blink…..You can cry, Hell, you're all gonna be doing that”

His bat came down hard on Abraham splattering blood all over Michonne and Maggie

“Suck my nuts” Abraham slurred out

Negan kept going over and over and over until there was nothing left of his head except a mush of brain and skull, everyone was crying Sasha and Rosita losing someone they loved on another level

He stood infront of Rosita placing his bat full of blood and Abraham infront of her

“Oh dear were you two a thing…….take a look”

She refused obviously traumatized

“LOOK AT IT”

Daryl shot up punching Negan square in the face

“DARYL NO!” I screamed as the other men pinned him down next to me

“Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with... but I'm a man of my word, First impressions are important I need you to know me, So... back to it” his bat was up again coming down on Glenn, my heart stopped hearing the painful heartbroken scream come from Maggie, Glenn was like my brother

They were dead two of us were gone so quickly and painfully, I watched as Glenn was pulverized someone who was so dear to me, who was next the sight made me sick, I leaned forward throwing up all over the ground running down my legs

“Look at this….so weak, now I said y’all could cry and scream but now I didn’t say you could go and make a mess here, gotta pay for that” he said as he kneeled infront of me

“No please please no” I cried I couldn’t die not yet I still had so much left to do with my family with Daryl this couldn’t be the end

“Relax darling, you’re gonna get a different punishment

“Don’t ya touch her” Daryl growled from beside me

“Oh is she yours” all Daryl did was look between me and Negan with a scared look I’ve barely ever seen

“Even better” I felt hands on my shoulders dragging me forward infront of the group looking back to see other men holding Daryl down

“Please I’m sorry………I didn’t mean to” I whimpered unbelievably scared

He laughed pointing to the man behind me, the man held me down so I couldn’t move

“No darlin, this might hurt a bit, but it’s your own damn fault, SIMON GET THE MELON SCOOP”

Oh dear god he’s gonna take out my eyes, i tried to squirm away and break free but it was no use the guy was way too strong, Simon handed Negan the tool, obviously modified to be sharper

“LEAVE HER ALONE” Maggie screamed

I was facing the whole group now seeing all their panicked faces

I looked at Daryl seeing the fear and the struggle he was doing to get to me

“I love you Daryl, I love you Maggie”

Negan took the back of my in one hand as Simon use metal tools to hold open my left eye so there was no way I could stop this, the melon baller got closer and closer until I felt the edge of it at the side of my eye, it was quick and I let out the most blood curdling scream then everything felt numb, my ears ringing everyone infront of me a blur

“Dar……Daryl” I said then everything went black

Third POV

Negan held your eye laughing as he sees you out on the ground

“Such pretty eyes…….well eye, what a shame” he said as he threw your left eye at Daryl

Negan took Rick away only coming back when the sun was rising, your body still limp on the ground everyone hoping and praying you’d wake up

“We’re done here men” all the saviours got in their trucks and left

Daryl scrambled quickly over to your limp body lifting you into his lap

“Baby please, please come back” he cried looking at all the blood smeared down your face

“We gotta get Maggie and her to hilltop, maybe there’s still a chance” Sasha said as she helped Daryl lift you and lay you in the back set of a truck, your head still resting against his lap, Maggie in the passenger seat, and Sasha driving as the others headed back to Alexandria

They got to hilltop, the doctor checking on Maggie and helping her before he moved onto you

“I’m gonna have to clean out her socket, she’s still alive thankfully but if she wakes up she’s gonna have a hard time adjusting to this” he told Daryl

You got cleaned up and was laid on a spare bed in the main house, thankfully Jesus convinced Gregory to let her stay in the house along with Daryl

Y/ns POV

My head was pounding as I heard shuffling around me, I opened my eyes but something was wrong I could only see out of my right side, I looked around panicked when I saw Daryl sat on a chair next to my bed asleep

“Daryl” my throat was incredibly dry

His eyes shot open quickly coming to my side

“Here have some water” he said giving me a glass that was waiting on the night stand, I chugged it down

“Why can’t I see on my left side?” I asked scared

“Ya don’t remember?” I shook my head confused

“Negan took yer eye peach” everything came rushing back, Maggie sick, Abraham dying then Glenn

“Oh god” I laid back down feeling sick and dizzy

“Yer gonna be okay, I’m gonna help ya” he said as he brushed my hair back

“Don’t look at me” I said as I turned my back to him

“What’re ya talking ‘bout”

“I’m hideous Daryl I’m probably disfigured”

“Ya ain’t, yer still the woman I fell in love with, ain’t nothing gonna stop me from loving ya”

“I love you too D”

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h3rmess · 6 months

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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY

Written by @h3rmess ✰

navi☆

-> cowboy!satoru x afab!reader x cowboy!suguru

warnings - SMUT! use of swear words, use of some spanish (im not native so please correct me if I got something wrong!!) Spanish translation at the end!!

notes - im literally screaming satosugu as cowboys have me in a CHOKEHOLDDD - smut is not usual from me pls don't cringe, or I'll cry

Wandering into the unfamiliar town, I looked around for anything that could indicate my next move. My horse, Lucky, was worn out beyond belief. The summer heat was like no other as she trotted through the desert. I dismounted, spotting a stable a few steps away from us. I led my girl into the stable, the shade it provided, relieving us instantly. I looked around to see if anyone was there.

"Hello? Anybody here?" I hollered, receiving no reply. With a huff, I stroked Lucky's head, comforting her, urging her to hold up a little longer.

A whistle echoed through the stable, catching my attention instantly.

"Well, ain't she a beauty!" His boots clicked on the ground, his hands in the loopholes of his jeans as he made his way in front of us.

"She really is." I looked at Lucky, petting her as she shook her head, neighing.

"I wasn't talking about the horse, muñeca." His voice deepened, igniting something in me.

He made his way closer towards me, inspecting me with careful eyes, his long black hair flowing out of his hat.

"What's a beauty like you doin' 'round here?" He neared me, his slender eyes making me feel like I had to submit to him.

"Oh! I - uh, got a lil' lost." I tried my best to maintain composure.

"Well, don't worry, amor, we'll take good care of you." He slung his arm around me, the proximity only worsening the heat I felt.

"W-we?" I stuttered, causing him to chuckle and turn his head to look behind him.

"Satoru!" He shouted.

As if on cue, a man came in riding a gorgeous brown horse, looking absolutely majestic.

"Yeah? Oh my!" He exclaimed, immediately jumping off his horse and walking towards me. "Who's this?" He asked the black hair man.

"She hasn't told us yet. What's your name, guapa?"

Me breath hitched before I told him, a satisfied hum leaving both their mouths.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady." The man with white hair spoke, taking his sunglasses off to reveal his huge, blue eyes. The colour mesmerised me, causing me to freeze in place, completely unable to move.

"¿Qué pasó, princesa? Cat got your tongue?" The person who I figured to be Satoru taunted, moving closer to me.

My heart beat quickened and I began to swear, thinking only one thing about these men ; they are so fuckable.

"What did you come here for, hm?" The black haired man spoke, his tone making me want to drop to my knees.

"My- uh- m-my horse, Lucky. She's dehydrated, and I wanted to get her some food, water, and rest." I stumbled over each word, making a fool of myself.

"Hear the way she's stuttering, Suguru!" Satoru nudged the black haired man as they both chuckled.

"She truly is precious. Can't let a gem like you get away now, can we?" Suguru's hand found its way to my chin, holding it firmly and lifting my head up to look into his eyes. "We'll get ya all fixed up, alright? Don't you worry, linda."

I nodded dumbly at the two men, following them into where the horses were kept, leading my girl on behind me.

They kept to their word, making sure Lucky had enough food and plenty of water and then allowing her to sleep. I was so grateful to them for lending us their resources out of the kindness of their hearts.

Those same hearts that I hadn't known wanted nothing more than to bend me over.

"She's all rested now, alright?" Satoru spoke, taking his hat off and taking a seat in a room separate to the stable. His legs were spread apart as sweat leaked down his semi-exposed chest. I tried to look at any modest part of him, but no matter how hard I tried, he managed to turn my thoughts lewd time and time again.

He sat on one side of me, Suguru, on the other in a similar position.

Would I be able to take them both? They both look so damn sexy right now. I wonder how big they are...

My thoughts caused my thighs to squeeze together. I thought about how they would manhandle me and I wouldn't complain. I yearned for friction, anything to give me a little bit of relief.

"¿Qué estás haciendo, muñequita?" Suguru asked, his hair out of its prevous bun and now falling sluttily onto his shoulders. It only made the heat between my legs grow, my thighs squeezing closer together.

I hadn't noticed, but I was staring. Intensely. I was undressing him with my eyes.

A finger snapped in front of my eyes, which happened to be Satoru's.

"You okay, querida?" He asked, his voice playful.

"Huh?" I replied simply, turning my head to face him.

"You've been looking at us like you want to fuck us since you got here." Suguru chimed in, making my face flush in embarrassment.

I tried to speak, but no words came out.

"You want us to fuck you, hm?" Satoru hummed, his sweet voice making a squirm slightly.

I nodded furiously, waiting for either of them to make a move.

"Use your words, mami." Suguru sent me over the edge as he placed his hand on my thigh, inching up closer and closer to my heat.

"Yes. Please, I need you... both of you." I mewled pathetically, embarrassed by the words that had just come out of my mouth.

With no hesitation, Suguru slipped his hands under my thighs, hoisting me up onto his lap. I felt his hardness underneath me, instinctively rolling my hips slowly over it, earning a soft grunt from him. His hands found my waist, caressing it up and down, further riling me up.

Satoru took my face in his hands, turning my head towards him and kissing me. He ate at my mouth, covering every single inch of my lips. I groaned into the kiss as Suguru's hands slipped under my skirt, holding onto the rim of my panties.

I grinned against him even harder, feeling Satoru's tongue slip into my mouth, digging its way down my throat.

"Calmate, girl!" Suguru announced, holding my hips to prevent any more movement.

Satoru pulled away from my lips, finding his way to my neck and sucking on the tender skin. I whimpered at his movements, making me grip on to Suguru's shoulders tighter than before.

His hands reached under my skirt, placing a singular finger pad on my clothed bunch of nerves. I cried out, needy and desperate, already fucked-out.

"So pretty..." Satoru whispered on my neck, the sensation paired with the praise, only making me wetter. I whined as I leaned into Suguru's chest.

"Please..." I cried as he massaged me, longing for closer contact.

"Hmm? Please what, amor?" His eyes were stuck on my tits which were squashed against his chest, making his cock twitch.

"I need you.." Satoru pulled away as I spoke, whisking me up and placing me on his lap, taking over Suguru's role.

"Need us how? Dime qué quieres, muñeca." Suguru's lips kissed my collar bone as Satoru unbuttoned my top.

I could only whimper as Satoru's left hand slipped beneath my panties, playing with my slick.

"She's so wet!" Satoru exclaimed, his lack of speech only to be blamed on him being completely immersed in the moment.

His finger moved to Suguru, who opened his mouth and sucked on it, tasting me.

"So sweet..." He groaned, palming himself through his jeans as he kissed my neck once more.

"I need to taste straight from the source. Would you like that, hermosa?" Satoru asked, pushing me down onto my back and moving himself in line with my still covered heat.

I nodded as he tugged at my panties before he stopped and looked up at me.

"Quiero oírte decirlo. Tell me that you want it." He asks for my consent as his face is between my legs, possibly being the hottest thing I've experienced.

"I want it." I tell him as he smirks, kissing up my thighs and sliding my panties down my legs.

"So pretty for us." He says, delving into my folds.

"The prettiest." Suguru adds.

TRANSLATION :

Muñeca = doll

Amor = love

Guapa = pretty

¿Qué pasó, princesa? = what happened, princess?

Linda = cutie

¿Qué estás haciendo, muñequita? = what are you doing, dolly?

Querida = dear

Mami = mommy

Calmate = take it easy

Dime qué quieres, muñeca = tell me what you want, doll

Hermosa = gorgeous

Quiero oírte decirlo = I want to hear you say it

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imdead770 · 9 months

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The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Sodapop Curtis

Authors Note - I had to hype myself up for this because I procrastinate too much.

Sodapop Curtis -

• I feel like writing this is so simple because this man is concerningly affectionate??

• There's so many sweet things he'd do

• Whenever he started flirting nobody even noticed because he's like that naturally

• Unlike Dallas he actually asked you out straight up.

• He almost threw up before asking you and was literally jumping up and down when he got home

• Darry had to grip his shoulders to keep him on the ground

• He wouldn't shut up about you??

• Before and after you started dating, you're his conversation

• The gang is so sick of it

• Your first date was so perfect

• He'd do everything

• Open doors for you, push your hair behind your ear

• 😭❤️

• Whenever you were driving to your date, he hyped himself up to hold your hand

• But when you beat him to it he almost wrecked the car

• He was smiling the whole time after that

• He was already smiling, but now it was full out grinning

• Compliments.

• Every fucking day.

• Your hair, your outfit, your body, your eyes, your voice, your personality

• Makes sure you know just how perfect you are everyday.

• Your first kiss.

• Fuck romcoms, this was so much better.

• 100% used some shit pickup line on the end of your first date just to kiss you

" darlin'.. what kinda lipgloss you got on? "

" strawberry.. why? "

" mind if I have a taste? "

• Screaming. Crying. Hollering.

• He was so surprised it actually worked

• Like Dallas, pet names are just normal at this point.

• Darlin', sweetheart, doll, baby

• Either that or some really sappy shit like sweetcheeks

• He's super sweet but I know damn well Sandy made a dent in him

• You know how he's super affectionate? He needs just as much affection.

• A lot of times you just lay down, hold each other and talk.

• You lying with your head on his chest, him playing with your hair as he talked about the time Steve nearly burned off his hair at DX.

• He's always toucuing you in some way shape or form

• Holding your hand, resting his hand on your thigh as he drives, kissing your cheek

• He's a PDA whore.

• Tries to help you with your homework but it ends up with him being way more confused then you.

" Hun, I gotta admit.. I ain't cut out for this. Go ask Dar. "

• Takes you out every Saturday

• Normally to the drive-in or some diner the gang talked about

• He's so loyal to you it's not even funny.

• Tells you every night about the girls who flirted with him at DX.

" You wouldn't believe it doll. I told her I ain't interested 8 times, everytime she just flipped her hair and kept on talkin'. "

• You always laugh your ass off because all these girls think they have a chance

• But you know damn well Soda would never do that

• One time a girl flirted with Soda infront of you

" You're real' sweet n' all, but I got a girlfriend "

" Aw cmon.. just cheat.. for me "

• The way you verbally harassed her.

• Sodapop nearly made out with you right then and there

• He 100% said I love you within the first month

• Almost cried when you said it back

• Talks about your future a lot

" How 'bout we name our kid Brooke? "

" I'm never havin' kids, Soda "

" Aw c'mon... can ya' imagine how good lookin' they'd be? "

• Kisses you an ass ton

• Always holds you close near the gang because he knows damn well half of them would fuck you given the chance 💀

• Saves up money to get you gifts

• Tries to remember the things you like for gifts but always scrambles it around

• Loves when you visit him at DX

• Makes his work days 11x better

• Literally so sweet to you

• You're crying? He'd literally drop everything to comfort you. Tired? He's already asleep with you.

• Talks about cars way too much

• Every day you have to explain you don't know what the fuck a carburetor is

• He's so used to having you around he has no idea how to operate without you anymore

• Like if you start sleeping together every night (keep it pg) and you have a school trip or something, he genuinely can't sleep

• He literally has to hold the pillow to sleep.

• Ponyboy was basically kicked out of the room because of you

• Still mad at you for that

• Your voice puts him to sleep

• If he lays on you while you're talking and you start playing with his hair, he'll literally be out in 2 minutes tops.

• He literally loves you so much and reminds you every chance he gets it

• The gang teases him but he doesn't care because you're way better than any of their girlfriends

• He's so perfect??

• Like you don't even understand how God did this.

• He's hot as hell, he's sweet, funny, caring

• He's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

• I love him so much 😔❤️

Steve's next

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #darry curtis #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop x reader #soda x reader #sodapop curtis x reader

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michelle-is-writing · 7 months

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Protector, Warren Worthington iii

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I had been best friends with Warren ever since I met him.

Throughout our years in school, Warren and I had always stuck by each other's side. We hung out together, ate lunch with each other, and nearly forgot about all those people around us who would point out his wings to hurt him. It was like we were in our own little world, and in a way, we were.

We met in the second grade while our class was in the library. While looking for a book, I found Warren, huddled up behind a bookshelf in the elementary school library. He was red in the face and crying as he held his knees close to him. Instantly, I noticed his wings, of course - how could I not?

However, this didn't stop me from going up and asking him what was wrong. I can still remember the way his curls bounced against his scalp as he turned his attention away from his lap and up to me, quickly wiping away his tears to cover up his emotions. Despite being so young, he knew how to expertly do this as he pretended that nothing was wrong and he wasn't crying merely thirty seconds ago.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting beside him. I saw him tense up, his back straightening up as he laid his legs out in front of him instead of hugging them to his chest.

"Nothing," He instantly answered me, once again, pretending as if everything wasn't as it seemed.

Instead of saying anything more, I let the boldness I had as an eight-year-old takeover and pulled him into my arms, his figure becoming even tenser. Although, he didn't pull away, and instead, just stayed in that position until I spoke up.

"The kids are mean to me too," I told him, his breath catching in his throat. "And they shouldn't be because you seem pretty cool," I explained with a smile as he turned his eyes up to look at me again. "No one else here has wings, and they're really pretty."

From then on, we were practically inseparable. We weren't seen without each other, and despite bullies picking on us, we didn't let their words bother us. Even as we got older, nothing changed, and in spite of living in an expensive house with nearly triple the amount of space that my house was, Warren chose to stay at my place most nights. His parents didn't care about what he did, and my parents were more than happy to have him over.

When we reached high school, our friendship turned into an actual relationship between two lovebirds (no pun intended). Now we really were inseparable.

However, this changed one night when he went out to grab something from the store. I was sick, and needed medicine; so, being the thoughtful boyfriend he was, he decided he would go out and get some. I guess we underestimated how much mutants were hated in the area as Warren never came back.

Now it's been three months since he disappeared.

Every night since, I went searching for him, only to return to some hotel or hostel without him. I don't know what came over me tonight though. For all my life, I've always been told to avoid putting myself in dangerous settings, and yet, all of those lessons were cast away as I heard people screaming and hollering down an empty and dark alleyway while in Munich. My searching had taken me far away from home, but I wasn't going to stop until I found Warren.

Following the sounds of excitement and fury, I found a hidden door that led to what seemed to be a fighting ring. People surround the caged area, but I push through them, ignoring their waving arms with money held high. I stop at the metal fence separating the people from the ring, only to gasp in horror as my eyes fall over the white, fluffy wings I've loved for many years.

"Warren..." I hear his name being whispered through my lips, tears forming in my eyes as I look at his hurt and pained figure. Fighting for his life against another mutant, he spits blood from his mouth as he wipes away the blood forming on the cut across his cheek. The tattered t-shirt he wears, the same thing he wore the night he disappeared, barely hangs onto his shoulders by a few strips of fabric, the band emblem on the front no longer being recognizable. His arms have fresh bruises forming all along the skin while fading bruises covers the visible parts of torso. How the hell did he get here?

Too shocked to move, I watch as Warren throws a punch at the other mutant, only to hit the fence in front of him, the silver eliciting sparks as soon as Warren touches it. "Shit!" He yells while the blue mutant seemingly teleports to different parts of the cage, only to receive the same treatment as Warren did. Hearing his voice after so long makes me nearly choke on the air in my throat, the tears now falling freely. Seeing Warren makes me want to rip through the fence and save him, but seeing that the metal fence is electric, I can't simply do that.

Blinking the oncoming tears away, I glance in every corner of the underground hideaway and try to find something that might resemble a control panel. It isn't until I see a switch box on what seems to be a surveying floor that I begin running to it, successfully climbing up the steps to the higher level and stopping in front of it. Gazing back to the fighting ring, I see Warren shouting at the dodging mutant while people standing around the cage yell out vile words of hate and absolute greed.

"Warren!" I shout his name as loud as I can, placing my hand on the handle to the electrical switch. Instantly, his head darts toward the voice calling his name, every inch of his being relaxing once he sees me. I smile at him before nodding, his eyes following my hand as it begins pushing the handle downward. Just before the electricity goes out, I see Warren's dirty wings perk up just as the entire underground arena goes pitch black.

In the darkness, the people's screams die down while the clinging sound of the fence being ripped apart follows it. Mere seconds pass before I familiar arms wrap around me and tug me close to their body, Warren's wings flapping rapidly as he lifts us into the air and to the hidden door I entered through. Once we're outside, we quickly run as far as we can before stopping in another alley, far away from the other one.

As soon as we stop, Warren wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him, his lips immediately attaching to mine in a fervent and much-needed kiss. His hand on my waist never falters in its hold on me, and instead, it squeezes the flesh there as if he were testing if I was real or not.

"I'm here," I tell him, sliding my hands down his face as endless tears fall from his cheeks and onto my hands. Staring into his tear-filled eyes, I can't help but cry tears of happiness as well. "I'm right here."

Nodding, Warren folds his wings behind him, slightly wincing at the pain of them conforming against his back. "Fucking hell," He mutters, placing his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. A few seconds pass of him just holding me before he kisses me once more. "I've missed you so fucking much."

Our sweet reunion is cut short by a black vehicle slamming on their brakes at the end of the alleyway. "Warren," I say his name, concerned at the sight in front of us. Warren turns around, only for his wings to burst out again, shielding me from seeing anything. Peeking under one of the long feathers, I see two men leave the vehicle before one of them points at Warren.

"That's him!" The man yells, "Get him!"

In an instant, Warren swings around and wraps his arms and wings around me, protecting me from the flurry of oncoming bullets. What appears to be eight shots sounds throughout the alley before the same car speeds off again as Warren begins to topple over. Was he shot?

Trying to catch him before he falls on his face, I wrap my arms around Warren and hold him up for a few seconds, only for his size to take over mine and fall to the side. Landing on his back with me on top of him, Warren waves his hand at me while shaking his head, his eyes shut. "I'm fine," He mutters, his voice now suddenly tired and drained.

Eyes wide and concerned, I turn him onto his side and look over him to see blood pouring from his wings. Between the layers of feathers, I find what seems to be four bullet wounds, causing me to practically lose it as the crimson liquid touches my hands. "No, no, no, no, no," I mutter uncontrollably as I place him onto his back. "Warren, Warren," I repeat his name, running my hand against the side of his face, his own blood smearing across his flawless cheek. "Warren, don't go to sleep!"

At my heartbroken plea, Warren opens his eyes, frowning at the sight of tears pouring from my eyes. "Don't cry, my love," He begs, his voice even weaker than before. He lifts a hand to my face, doing the same to me just as I had done to him. I quickly place my hand over his, holding it there as I feel the warmth in his skin begin slowly leaving it. "I... I love you..." He whispers, his eyes closing once again.

Just like a few seconds ago, I feel every ounce of sanity leave me as I watch the love of life wither away in front of me. "Warren, don't do this to me!" I shout, the tears now falling like a waterfall. I could barely manage not seeing him for the three hellish months when he was missing - I can't live the rest of my life without him.

"Warren!" I scream his name again, utter desperation being the only recognizable thing in my voice. Releasing a sob, I push my head against his chest and hear his still-beating heart. However, I know that if I don't get him to a hospital within the next few seconds, his heart won't continue beating like that. But what hospital will even help us?

"Ma'am?" I hear a woman's soft voice coming from the end of the alley, causing me to jerk my head up and see a blonde woman standing twenty feet away. Concerned, she walks closer to me before kneeling beside Warren and me, the knees of her pants becoming stained with his spilled blood on the alley ground. His wings are the first things that catch her focus, making me want to hold him closer.

"Please, don't hurt him," I beg her, my hand holding his hand a bit tighter. "He-he's a-" The woman cuts me off.

"He's a mutant," She points out, looking over at me. Still crying, I nod once, watching as a small smile appears on her face. Within a short second, the fair skin she once had transforms into blue flesh with darker blue scales, her eyes turning yellow and green while her hair changes into a much brighter orange/red.

"It's okay," She assures me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I am too, and I can help."

Her words, not to mention her sudden change of looks, shock me, but I nod at her, ready to do anything this woman says if it means saving Warren.

"Where's his family?" She asks me, her hand remaining on my shoulder as she kneels on the ground beside me.

"Me," I quickly answer her, tears still falling from my eyes. "I am his family."

"You're not a mutant," She points out, shaking her head with squinted eyes as she looks at me a bit confused. "And you care for him?"

"He's my best friend, the love of my life..." I answer her, my heart clenching as the words leave my lips. "Please, you have to help us!"

The woman nods, giving me a small, encouraging smile. "Kurt!" She abruptly yells, a teenage boy with blue skin and carvings appearing behind her with a blue puff of smoke following. I instantly recognize him as the other mutant in the pin with Warren earlier, and in spite of this, he doesn't try to get back at Warren while he's down.

Pulling his hand to get closer, she makes him get on our level before wrapping his arm around her and me. The stranger, Kurt, then wraps his other arm around Warren's almost lifeless body and tugs him a bit closer as well. "Get us all to the mansion nurse's ward - now!"

With the woman's last words, Kurt somehow does so, causing us to suddenly be in a nurse's station only a second later. This all confuses the living hell out of me, but with Kurt having a tail and red eyes, and not to mention blue skin like the lady, I don't know if I should be questioning the normalcy of anything at the moment.

Immediately, three scrubbed nurses rush up to where we are and pick Warren up from the ground. "He was shot, multiple times," The blue woman quickly explains, standing up from the ground. "He'll need blood, and you need to act quick."

Listening to her, the three nurses nod before taking an unconscious Warren back to what I could guess is surgery. Numb, I sit on the cold tile floor as I reach my blood-covered hands up to cross my arms and hold myself, my eyes stuck on the swinging doors that Warren was just carried through. Beside me is Kurt as he places a consoling hand on my shoulder, giving me a small smile.

"He vill be alright," Kurt assures me, his words helping me out a little. Giving him a small nod of my head, I take his held-out hand and stand up with him. "That is Raven, by the way," He adds as the woman from before moves to stand in front of me, taking my hand in hers despite it stained crimson.

"This is the Xavier mansion," She explains to me, "You're safe; we won't hurt you."

At her words, I nod. "I know," I tell her, giving her a small smile. "I trust you."

Smiling back at me, Mystique's eyes flicker behind me before her mouth slightly parts, her hand holding mine slightly faltering. "Who is this, Raven?" I hear a soft British voice speak up, causing me to slowly turn around and see a man in a wheelchair now in front of me. His eyes quickly catch my blood-covered hands and arms, shock taking over him. "Dear heavens, what happened to you, dear?"

I go to answer him, but my voice defeats me in doing so. Instead, Mystique speaks for me. "Charles, her and a fellow mutant were shot at in an alleyway when Kurt and I were passing by. He has wings, that's where most of the bullets hit him," She explains to him, "She has no ill will toward any of us - she just wants her boyfriend to survive."

A few seconds pass before the man, Charles, nods, staring at me with a frown. "I'm sorry to hear that, love," He tells me, giving me a single nod. "Raven, help her get cleaned up and fetch some fresh clothes for her as well," With that, Charles wheels himself out of the room and into the hallway where he enters the room at the end.

In a puff of blue smoke, Kurt leaves Mystique and me, letting us head to what I presume is her room where she wets a washcloth and begins rubbing the drying blood from my arms. "He will be alright," She tells me, saying Kurt's exact words from moments ago. "Trust me."

I nod at her words, but I can't believe them myself. What if Warren isn't okay? What if one of the bullets when through his spine and he's now paralyzed? I couldn't see all of his wounds so I don't know where they all hit him, minus the few I could see in his wings. What if the nurses and doctors can't do anything and he dies on the table? I can't bear to lose him - not again.

With my arms their original (s/c) color, I change into a pair of pajama pants and matching top with a school emblem given to me by Raven before walking with her to Charles' office. Stopping in front of his desk, Mystique and I watch as the man from earlier sits at his desk with his attention stuck on the novel stuck in his hands. However, it doesn't take long for him to notice our presence and put the book down with his glasses following.

"(Y/n), is it?" Charles asks me, turning his attention up to me. Surprised, I hesitantly nod as he speaks up once more. "No need to worry, dear," He assures me with a smile despite my caution. "I'm able to read minds and communicate through them as well," Charles further explains. "Raven and I were talking while she helped you with your arms and hands,"

"I understand you've been through a lot in the past hour, so I won't force you to talk about it," Charles tells me, making me let out a small sigh of relief. "But I am a bit concerned over the fact that you were in such a predicament that your partner was shot," Holding his hand out, Charles waits for me to place my hand in his. "I won't scour through your brain and look at everything you've ever seen or done - I just want to see what all transpired tonight."

Hesitating, I bite my lip in thought before shakily putting my hand in Charles, his touch being warm and welcoming. I feel as Charles does what he told me he would do, the images of the past month flashing before my eyes. Warren's disappearance, me finding him, and helping him get out are all shown before me like a home movie shot from my perspective. Because of this, I gasp a little, shocked at Charles' ability to do such a thing.

Slowly slipping his hand from mine, Charles' eyebrows furrow in thought before flashing his eyes up to mine, confusion written all over them. "You're a human with no powers or anything," He points out, slightly pausing in his words. "And yet, you've always loved a mutant?"

His words come out as a question, but to me, they're a true statement. I love Warren - I always have - and nothing about him will ever change that. "He's human just as I am," I tell Charles, giving him a small smile. "but, with wings," I further add, my smile growing sad as I lightly shrug. "How could I not love my angel?"

My words washing over him, Charles smiles back. "I like you," He tells me, Raven putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Your friend, I think he'll pull through. After all, he has a great incentive."

Because of Charles' words, I smile and give him a nod of thanks just as a question rises to my mind. "What... what is this place?" I ask, gesturing to the overall building. I know it has to be an establishment of some sort going by the built-in medical wing and wide hallways.

"This," Charles states, pointing his finger to the ceiling while his eyes remain on mine. "Is Xavier's a school for gifted youngsters," He informs me before nodding his head once. "This is a school specialized for children with mutations such as Warren, or Kurt, whom you met earlier."

Furrowing my eyebrows together, another question comes to mind. "Why have I never heard of this place before?" I ask, receiving a small smile.

"We're a relatively small school," Charles simply explains, "Ultimately, if your boyfriend would want to join, he could - now, you're not a mutant, but the unique and understanding attitude you give off, I'm sure we could work something out for you too."

His words make my cheeks turn pink in response to the compliment as I thank him, turning my eyes toward the ground as I try to fight the ever-growing smile on my lips. Just as I do this, I see Charles put a hand to his forehead as his eyebrows furrow before looking over at Mystique with a smile. "Raven, take her back to the medical ward," he tells the fiery-haired woman. "It seems that her friend was easily operable and now they're just waiting for him to wake up."

Almost immediately, I turn and follow Mystique out of the room with my pace just a little faster than hers. Soon enough, we walk through the doors and directly to the beds where only one of them is occupied, and the sleeping body in it is Warren's. The window behind him shines down on him with the bright and early morning sun highlighting his now washed and pure white wings that lie behind him. The sight is a complete contrast to what I saw only an hour ago with the almost black sky darkening everything around us and only emphasizing the dirt and grime that covered Warren's perfect wings.

"We told you he'd be okay," I hear Mystique's gentle voice beside me say, causing me to nod with an onrush of tears rising in my eyes. They were right, and my Warren is okay.

Moving closer to him, I sit beside Warren on the bed and take his hand in mine, his unconscious body unresponsive toward my touch and his perfect face never changing. "I'll let you two be alone," Mystique speaks up before doing as she says and walking back toward the door. Once I hear the swinging door shut, the tears residing in my eyes quickly fall over the barrier and down my face as I try to hold in my sobs.

When you love someone, you never want to see them in pain or hurting, and when they're laid up in a hospital bed with consciousness being a waiting game, it hurts you. It physically hurts you to the point where your chest feels heavy with dread, and your stomach feels sick with worry. It's terrible, and I wish there was something I could've done to protect Warren from getting shot.

"I'm so sorry," I sob, turning my eyes away from him and toward the floor. Raising my free hand to cover my mouth as the sobs tumble out, I don't notice Warren's hand gently squeezing mine until I feel the bed beneath me slightly moves.

Immediately looking back over to him, I see his eyes flutter open and quickly dart to me, confusion taking over his tired face as soon as he sees my crying form. "Why..." Warren slowly starts speaking, his voice raspy and scratchy with sleep. "Why are you crying, love?" He finishes his question, now trying to sit up.

"No, no, baby," I usher him to continue lying flat, moving to stand on my knee on the side of his bed before pushing his shoulders back down onto the mattress. Despite this, he still doesn't listen and moves to wrap his arms around me before pulling me fully onto the bed and holding me to his chest. Finally, Warren does lie back down, but in a matter of seconds, his wings are fluttering around me like any other time I'd be on top of him. My eyes quickly catch sight of the now bandaged wounds, and now that I get a better look, I see that there was one more bullet-wound than I initially thought. "Warren, your stitches!"

"It's okay, love," He sleepily responds, leaning his head back to look up at me with a happy face. "I'm so damn happy to see you," Warren confesses, his eyes gazing over me as if I were a precious gem.

If it weren't for the nurses cleaning the dirt from his face and body, I wouldn't have been able to assess the full damage the fighting ring did to him. Above his left eye is a healing bruise that covers a majority of the side of his forehead, and his bottom lip is split, making it swollen. On top of all of that, his green eyes are sunken in and practically taken over by dark circles.

Still, he continues staring at me, acting as if nothing is bothering him until a look of confusion fall over his face. "Now, are you going to tell me why you were crying?" Warren repeats his question from earlier, making me shake my head as more tears rise to my eyes.

"You almost died, Warren," I inform him, his face still unchanging. "I've been without you for three damn months, and the night I get you back, I almost lost you again - for good!" I add on, raising a hand to wipe away my fast-falling tears.

However, Warren beats me to it and places his hands against my cheeks where he gently holds me, his face now soft. I guess he hasn't assessed the severity of the situation. That, or he hasn't taken the time to fully realize that he has stitched-up bullet wounds adorning his wings.

"I'm sorry," Warren apologizes after a few seconds of silence. Despite expecting those two words, it still doesn't hit me any easier as I'm sobbing once again, this time, into Warren's chest.

Holding me close, Warren waits a few moments before moving his hands back to my face and turning me to look at him directly. As soon as he gets the chance, Warren places his rough lips on top of mine, the skin chapped from the harsh things he's been put through. Despite crying moments ago, my tears ultimately stop as I come to the realization of how much I've missed the feeling of Warren's lips on mine. Chapped or not, his lips are the pure definition of Heaven, and when they're on top of mine, it's like pure ecstasy.

Pulling away for air, I pant above Warren as he does the same, his hands now sliding down to grip my waist once again. "I love you," He tells me, "And I've missed you- God, how I've missed you," Warren adds, shaking his head as a small, almost unnoticeable tear falls down his cheek. "Each day was hell without you, and I can't be without you, not again."

Smiling at him, I lean down once more and peck his soft cheek before nuzzling my head next to his on the pillow, his hold on me never changing in the slightest. "You won't have to, Angel," I tell him, watching his lips quirk up in a smile at my nickname for him. Deciding on leaving the explanation of where we're at for later, I close my eyes alongside Warren and fall asleep, finally able to relax knowing he and I can be together with no one to stop or hurt us.

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reddesires · 3 months

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Birds of a feather. [Sunset Trio x Human!Reader]

Implied Noa x Human!Reader

Song fic.

Fandom: (Kingdom Of The) Planet Of The Apes

Rating: No Warning.

A/N: I just had to write this song fic. Birds of a feather just screamed out the Sunset Trio.

I want you to stay

'Til I'm in the grave

'Til I rot away, dead and buried

'Til I'm in the casket you carry

You had never thought that you would up in this kind of situation before, you knew of hardship and bitterness in the unforgiving world outside of the Eagle Clan but you were unfamiliar with the soft look in Noa's eyes as he extended his hand out to help you out of the darkness that shrouded you, you could feel a tingle in your fingertips as you yearned to reach out in return for him, you were wanted by him and you badly wanted him too. It was like him and his clan were the missing pieces that you were looking for. You knew you just may be with them till the day you died.

If you go, I'm going too, uh

'Cause it was always you, alright

And if I'm turning blue, please don't save me

Nothing left to lose without my baby

You're willing to follow Noa anywhere. He was the light source that led you exactly where you are today. He was more than deserving of your loyalty, and you promised yourself that wherever he went, you would go too. You were aware of the risks he was taking when he took you in and tended to you as you lost all the will to live, it was like you were a baby bird that fell from it's nest and Noa revived you just so you could live to see the skies.

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know

I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

Can't change the weather, might not be forever

But if it's forever, it's even better

Seeing the relationship the trio had was something that you found yourself admiring, but it set an almost hollow aching in your chest. You've never bonded to others the way they have bonded with each other. A reserved expression settled on your face as you watched the teasing and happiness radiating of them, your thoughts engulfing you entirely. As your thoughts lured you away, an embrace pulls you back as you snap back to reality, Soona is gently leading you between them all with all the intention of you being one with them. Birds of a feather.

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but baby, I

In moments of seclusion you couldn't help the tears that refused to be held hostage in the depths of your eyes, your life wasn't an easy one and you've lost more than you've ever received. Being accepted into the Clan, into a tight-knit community of sorts, wasn't an expectation you could've had before, but now you're living in it. You obviously try not to get this emotional in front of the others. You don't want to throw them into a panicked frenzy.

I'll love you 'til the day that I die

'Til the day that I die

'Til the light leaves my eyes

'Til the day that I die

You ran in the opposite direction of the burly ape escaping his grasp, a breathless laugh escaping your lungs as you tried to keep away from the doom of being drenched into the river behind him. Noa was on all fours as he followed after you in another attempt to grab at you. Even though you weren't really fast, you were still very agile in your movements. You bobbed and weaved to your best abilities before he finally caught up to you, you playfully screaming in response to being scooped up by him. Anaya and Soona on the sidelines hooting and hollering at the scene before them, also running to the shallow river to join in on the splash out.

I want you to see, hm

How you look to me, hm

You wouldn't believe if I told ya

You would keep the compliments I throw ya

You watched as Soona easily weaved the twine between her dexterous yet thick fingers. You admired the way she eased the intricacies into the adornment she was invested in. She looked to you in between the process, she was amused by the wondrous look in your eyes as you watched her hands, your expression reminding her of a young chimp that was intrigued by something so mundane. "Soona, it looks so pretty!" You grinned seeing her obvious expertise in the craftsmanship, she preened at your compliment, happily indulging in your commendation.

But you're so full of shit, uh

Tell me it's a bit, oh

Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted

Say you wanna quit, don't be stupid

Noa would sometimes have to talk you down from your self-deprecating headspace. You felt less than deserving of the all good that's come into your life. He doesn't understand why you think that way, and he tells you that it's stupid and it makes you choke on your spit at the dubious tone he takes on in response to your conflicts. "Stupid. Echo belongs..with us." He says gruffly, a pout like expression overtaking his usually kind features. You can't help but shyly chuckle in response as you bump your shoulder with his fur covered one "Yeah, you're right. You're always right. "

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

Might not be long, but baby, I

Don't wanna say goodbye

The tears slipped from your eyes as you looked into the communal fire that lay in front of you, Noa gaze was soft as he hesitantly wiped the stray tear with his calloused finger. You looked to him as he stared back at you wordlessly, you were uncertain if he completely understood the pain you carried but you knew for certain that he was willing to try as he searched your expression with his green irises. Your lips pulled back in a watery smile as you intertwined your smaller finger around his. He was recipient of that.

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know ('til the day that I die)

I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone ('til the light leaves my eyes)

Can't change the weather, might not be forever ('til the day that I die)

But if it's forever, it's even better

You laughed as you watched Anaya hang upside down with his feet gripping the branch of the tree, he was handing you a ripe apple and you gratefully accepted his kind gift of the fruit, he always happily shared with you since you ate in smaller portions compared to him. As he looked at you, he tilted his head as a thought crossed his mind. You curiously gazed up at him. "Echo up?" He asked. You smiled as you outstretched your arm for him to take. He hoisted you up with his upper body strength plopping you down on the nearest sturdy branch. "Now Echo can reach apples too!".

I knew you in another life

You had that same look in your eyes

I love you, don't act so surprised

You knew that you loved them. They've become the highlight of your life. You loved Anaya like he was your brother, you loved Soona like she was your sister, and you love Noa with something more and you were unsure what it could mean but you knew that they were all meant to be apart of you in one way or another. You were accepted by them, and you accepted them too.

Birds of a feather.

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murfpersonalblog · 5 months

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IWTV S2 Ep1 Musings - LDPDL smdh

My daughter Claudia is NOT. PLAYING. AROUND.

I had to giggle here, cuz it just reminded me of what she said in S1:

Claudia will drag Lestat AND Louis each and every chance she gets, bless! 😂

Aaaaaaaand the racists. 😒 Eat ALL of these mofos, YAAAAAS~!

I am SCREAMING at the cinematic poetry--Louis is talking about not burning Lestat, as Lou & Claud can't get warm enough at a fire where they're burning the dead Soviets they just ate.

While Claudia sits there giving Lou the cold shoulder & the silent treatment, icing him out so Louis only talks to himself--I HOLLERED.

My daughter KNOWS!!! DRAG HIM, CLAUDIA!! ^0^

But then I cried, cuz WAIT. If Louis is talking to himself, is this also factoring into why he's seeing DreamStat? Cuz Lou's also desperate for connection, which he can't get from Claudia anymore either! 😭

Louis said DreamStat "came by invitation," as a colorful & vibrant "distraction" (read: comfort) from the dull monochromatic grey Eastern European land. But Lestat is bloodsplattered & filthy just like everyone else.

The question of his guilty conscience: what does Lestat feel/think about Louis? And what is Louis projecting?

That's all Louis wants to hear--that Les misses him and forgives him.

"I'm glad it was you...a la fin." We still need confirmation that Lou slit Les's throat, not Claudia. Cuz this will also point to how much Lou is lying to himself about how betrayed Lestat really felt--that his death would be better by Lou's hands than Claudia's. Is Lou making himself feel better by giving Les the coup de gras, and thinking Les is grateful to him for it?

Cuz he's clearly scared to death that WHEN--not IF--they reunite, Les will be pissed and hate/kill him.

Cuz Lestat's love was what kept Louis alive--Lestat loving Louis saved/damned Louis' life. (The Merrick of it all, istg.)

So it's WILD that Louis thinks this. That the split second Louis finds happiness, the boogeyman Lestat will come and kill him, or take it from him--or just be there as a hallucination constantly reminding Louis of what he left behind.

As an aside:

It was a BAT--that's cute! XD

Louis in denial as he tells himself choosing Claudia over Lestat was worth it. And Dream!Stat chanting "I do" like frikkin wedding vows, then choking on the words/vows as a vampire bat claws out of his throat--I CANNOT with this show anymore.

This is interesting--the 7000 people he killed in Eastern Europe were a necessary evil--Lou calls them "souls," when Les called them "the Meat" and Claudia called them "Kill Juice." And in Paris he only kills once every other day. They ALL feel like murder to Louis. But Louis KNOWS he never killed Lestat!

He put Lestat in the dump the same way Grace put his name on that tombstone--it's the DISTANCE that's killing them.

It's separation & absence, which they HOPE will make the heart grow colder--when we all know that's not how the saying actually goes.

So who are you REALLY fooling, Louis? Cuz it for sure ain't Claudia!

She said "you slow us down!" 💀 But Louis warned you: "I can barely speak French and English. I'd just hold you back.... You don't need me. You think you do, but you don't. You're smarter now. You see trouble coming a mile away." If only they'd've BOTH remembered that bit once they got to PARIS. 💀💀💀

This dude, I swear. No wonder he never joined the Theatre; he can't lie for ish! 😅

And I OOP! 👀

By the end of the episode we get Louis' BEAUTIFUL "You and Me" monologue to Claudia, and she finally accepts his apology and promise that he won't kill himself like Draciana did.

MERRICK COME THROUGH! 😭

Which nearly made me cry when you finally see DREAM!LESTAT SITTING RIGHT THERE. 😭 Who is Louis REALLY talking to!?

As he always does when in denial & running from his problems (all the way to effing Romania, ffs), alcoholic!Louis "runs to the bottle and to bad beds."

I REFUSE.

I CANNOT.

I SHAN'T.

Louis, if you don't stop right this moment ISTG! 😭😭

I love this effing show, omg what a great start to the season!

#louis de pointe du lac #louis de pointe du black #interview with the vampire #loustat #lestat de lioncourt #justice for claudia #must see tv #the hype is real #iwtv tvc metas #iwtv season 2 spoilers

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thatfanfictionchick · 5 months

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OKAY I know Leraye's event in WHB is over but it has been ceaselessly rattling around in my brain for DAYS and I NEED to scream.

We get some funny moments with Leraye finding a snake and a pen and hurling a meteor into the forest trying to use magic to summon clouds for thunder but the MEAT of the story is about an angelic invasion that has Satan and Sitri and the other nobles battle-royaling.

We've been bamboozled, Holmes!

Help them Leraye, you're their only hope! no, literally

So my boy becomes a one-man gatling gun, head-shotting angels from a positively ridiculous distance to try and single-handedly save the suburbs of Gehenna from becoming a stomping ground.

I'm too scared to know if this is something that could legitimately happen from shooting a gun for too long my boy really said 'for the cause!' 🥹 and with some suspension of reality you totally forget that he's wiped out thousands of angels without running out of ammo UNTIL HE DOES

the way I was HOLLERING you don't even know

Baby boy broke his own horn to use for ammo and yes I was crying 😫 but he DOES IT my boy single-handedly takes out the entire army but he doesn't even get to chill because THIS BITCH

Your hair is ugly and your bow looks stupid 😤

lmaooo fried like a Marie Calendar pie! Anyway turns out Leraye loves storms so much because lighting saved him from being split open like a piece of fruit by Michelleel.

I need y'all to know that I audibly gasped 'NO' and threw my phone across the bed BECAUSE at the beginning-ish of Leraye's battle there's this:

I was FUMING like do you mean to tell me Stolas was there the whole time and he didn't help?? Bruh??? Ex-fuckin-scuse me???? STOLAS SLANDER MY BOY IS ALWAYS LOOKING FOR A FIGHT.

So then it jumps back to like, present day, where Paimon is chilling in the pub with Naberius and Stolas after finding them in Gehenna in the rain while he's waiting for Leraye to come meet him.

Not me going huh? wuh?? cause like WHAT DID STOLAS EVEN DO??

tsundere baby lmao

OKAY so then it jumps back to after the battle. Michelleel has been fried like a forgotten pizza and Leraye has collapsed and Sitri has finally come running. He heaves Leraye onto his back and RUNS to town because Leraye is only looking a little better than swiss cheese and uh kinda needs some patching and during the course of this run Leraye happens to notice something as only he can because this man has the keenest eyes God has ever made.

and would have easily overrun Gehenna, yes.

But wait! There's more!

You did good, my dude.

WAIT WHAT.

lkjfreoifjrslkfslj STOLAS BABY I'M SO SORRY I EVER DOUBTED YOU I KNEW YOU WERE A GOOD EGG 😭💕

So Leraye knew the whooole time that Stolas helped him hold off the invasion of Gehenna all those years ago and he's aways wanted to thank him for it I'm SOBBING.

Anyway, best event period because it featured my two faves interacting in a way I didn't expect I'll be thinking about it for ages to come.

#my rambling is nonsensical but THERE IT IS #i love them i love themmmmmm #best bois #what in hell is bad #whb #whb leraye #whb stolas #whb event

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musamora · 1 year

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hi muse! could you possibly write a dazai oneshot where he takes care of the reader after a hard day? lots of angst please. thank you! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊, 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖊 「𝔬𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔲 𝔡𝔞𝔷𝔞𝔦」 ༉‧₊˚

content. gn!reader. hurt no comfort, death of a child (not your child), ambiguous unhappy ending, mourning. not proofread.

author's note. i highly suggest reading this with laufey in the background. i accidentally made myself cry a bit.

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The buzz of infectious energy that normally surrounded the agency had abandoned the hearts of each individual, leaving in its wake a trail of mindless typing and mournful sighs. An unrelenting clock ticked onward. It had started as an average morning, with some agents assigned to a simplistic mission regarding another dangerous ability user. The same old routine. However, something was different — something had gone awry.

In the events of the morning, a child had been killed in the crossfire.

You couldn't help but remember the expression of the parents, watching sorrowfully from the windows above as Kunikida broke the news. Your trembling fingers closed the window and pushed the others away as the mother's hollered cries echoed across the street, wailing for a life that had been lost too soon.

The rest of the hours had been a complete blur, your numb mind forcing you to follow the routine as it hazed in synchrony with the pouring rain above. You wanted to embrace that rain, to feel the water slick the hair against your neck as it chilled your skin. To feel your brain blank as lightning scattered in the sky, to lay in the puddles as you succumbed to the storm. But there was no time to grieve a life that had barely intertwined with yours, one that had crossed paths with your own by sheer coincidence.

Still, you couldn't help the occasional quiver of your lips, biting back the urge to scream into that same storm but not having the strength to even try. And so you carried on, your body working mechanically as your mind strayed far away. It needed to be a normal day — if you just pretended it was, then it would be. The hours ticked by, blurred footsteps blending together until you found yourself inside the kitchen you shared with Dazai — the young detective stood and watched carefully from the entrance of your apartment.

"I'm gonna start dinner. Do you want crab or-"

"Stop."

You paused as you were rustling through the ingredients, his stern tone rattling your already cracking foundation.

"(Name), look at me."

An invisible hand squeezed at your throat, any words that you tried to muster failing to leave your lips as your eyes scrambled to find something to save you from looking at him. You wouldn't look at him; you couldn't. It would break you.

"I don't - I don't think we have enough radishes left. I'll have to - have to go to the store." You pivoted on your heel, the door feeling too far as your footsteps pounded heavily against the floor. You refused to look at him. "I'll be back home in a bit."

"(Name)." A bandaged hand caught your own.

"Stop pretending you're okay."

You struggled to swallow down your shattered heart, the jagged edges painfully scraping against your throat as it clung to the air. Hands gathered your own — warm hands that kneaded and pressed circles into your cold, shaking ones. You trembled at his gentle touch, your heart yearning to succumb to his comfort as your mind prayed that he would slap you out of your emotional stupor. But he would never do that. Not now. Not to you.

"Baby," his voice shook ever-so-slightly. "Look at me."

A soft touch brushed against your chin, slowly tilting your head so that your matching pairs of somber eyes could meet. Your lashes fluttered stubbornly, but you were unable to hold back anymore as your heart leaked from inside your chest. You leaned into him, hiding your face from the rain.

"It's not fair," you croaked.

He brought you in further by the waist, nestling his nose against the crook of your neck as he held you tight. He kissed your shoulder with firm protectiveness, but even you could feel the way his lips trembled against your skin. The dreary weather worsened out the window, enveloping you both in a reality neither of you wanted to accept. And in that sorrow, you stayed, knowing that there was nothing you could do.

"I know."

#muse's anthology ‧₊˚ ⋅#gn!reader #꒰ა ⎼ [dazai]#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #osamu dazai #dazai bsd

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wannaseewhatshangin · 1 year

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OMG BABE I GOT YOUUUU!!!

I think this one is cute I made it up of the spot for you🤭

I was thinking like matt dillon x reader we’re the reader are on the cast of the outsiders and during the filming of the movie bts they were flirty and stuff and kinda like touching each other (non sexual ofc😟) and towards the end of the movie he asks her out and that go out on a date and like some time later there in interviews they talk abt each other and it’s all cute and shit

Idk if you don’t like it ignore it if you do then cool!

-Tia🤍

OMG THIS IS JUST OML! I MADE MY SIS READ THIS REQUEST AND I WAS BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS AS SHE DID!

ITS JUST BEAUTIFUL!

You were more than thrilled when you found out you got the role for "The Outsiders"

You have been waiting for them to call you and you were so nervous.

You sat in your dressing room, as the staff did your makeup and hair.

Once they were finished, you went outside to meet everyone.

Tommy (Ponyboy) was so sweet to you and he made you feel very welcome.

When you met Matt. God, your heart just almost stopped. Same for him.

You talked to each other the most.

You did the first scene and you walked with pony , Johnny and Dallas.

Matt couldn't keep his eyes off of you. They had to do many retakes becaause he was so distracted.

"Jesus, Matt. Gotta crush on the lady? Get it together" Ralph said, nudging his shoulder.

He blushed harshly.

"N-no. I don't, hush and mind your own role" He said playfully

y'all did a few scenes at the drive in and he threw his arm over your shoulder as y'all sat in y'all's seats. (def was not scripted)

The last scene took many takes but you definitely got it down.

You cried as johnny's heart rate went flat, hugging Ponyboy and Dallas ran off.

"Dally!" You screamed as he ran out the hospital.

You looked at pony then at Johnny, making you cry more.

The scene cut and you wiped your "Tears" before Matt came back into the room.

"You did so good Y/n" He complimented, rubbing your shoulder gently.

"I honestly thought you were really sad." Tommy said.

You all laughed and filmed the last scene.

When it was over, Matt walked up to.

"Hey y/n. Do you think I could talk to you in private?" He asked, smiling nervously.

"Sure tthing, sweets." You smiled, taking him somewhere private.

"Whats up?" You asked, sorta scared.

"Well, um I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out sometime. I uh really like you." He said, trying his best to hide his blush. He was scared he might have ruined a very special friendship.

You smiled brightly, kissing his cheek, before nodding and walking off.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A month later, Matt was in an interview. The rest of the cast was backstage, watching him, waiting for their turn.

"So the fans wanna know if there is something going on between you two. They have suspected you looking at Y/n like you were in love, that true?" The interview host asked, the crowd going silent waiting for Matt to respond.

"Um" He chuckled, a pink tint on his cheeks as the crowd laughed.

You were as red as a stop sign as the rest of the cast teased you.

"Yeah actually, um. I asked her out when we were done with the movie and she said yes and here we are." He said as the audience went "aw" and some laughed as he tried to play it cool.

"What made you like her?" A fan screamed.

"Yes that's a good question what made you like her?" The host asked Matt.

He blushed some more and went on to tell everyone.

"Well you know, she was there for everyone and she was just very sweet and very very pretty and I don't know, it just made me feel somethin I guess." He said as the audience screamed at how cute his response was.

"Why don't we get Y/n out here, hm?" He said, calling someone to bring you to the stage

Matt hid his face in his jacket, intensely embarrassed.

You walked onto the stage and sat right next to him, wrapping your arm around him smiling brightly.

The audience squealed and hollered.

Matt smiled to himself.

"That's so cute you guys. Y/n, what made you fall in love with Matt?" The host said, asking you the same question as Matt.

"Well he was very kind and he just has the most amazing smile and he is really handsome and he just makes me really happy and I wouldn't pick anybody over my sunshine." You said, fixing his hair gently, moving it out of his face as he smiled and blushed.

The crowd screamed as the host ended the show off on a great note.

(I'm so sorry if it's bad, I wanted to improve it but I didn't want to do too much and make it worse, I hope you like it, I was really excited to write this. Thank you for the opportunity bae <3)

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade x reader #sodapop x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy headcanons #johnny cade #ponyboy x reader #matt dillon #Matt Dillon x reader

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sunday-ellis · 8 months

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“It happened so fast.”

In a moment, boisterous laughter turned into screams of panic. Sunday went from pouring drinks to handing out life vests. Angel was tossing lifeboats into the water, the inflatable tubes bursting open in murky, vaguely yellow circles floating on the waves.

“Everybody out!” Sunday and Angel had been taught over and over again what to do in case of a boating emergency. They just never thought they’d be doing it alone, drunk, and in the middle of the night.

Danny had passed out behind the wheel and wouldn’t wake up. As Angel tried to help him regain consciousness, the boat started to take on water. Now, it was sinking at an alarmingly rapid speed.

Panicked high schoolers jumped off the yacht and swam for the lifeboats, their drunken state making it more difficult to climb inside. Angel and Sunday watched from the boat to ensure everyone was safe.

“We need to get Danny.” Angel said with determination as she grabbed Sunday’s hand, bringing her to the captain’s quarters to help drag Danny’s unconscious body to the deck.

“The lifeboats are too far out.” Sunday noted with panic, her eyes searching the dark waters. “We’ll never be able to swim to them.”

“We’re still here!” A voice hollered from the helm, causing the sisters to look overboard to see their friend Joanna holding onto rope to ensure her nearly-full lifeboat wouldn’t float away. They were all huddled together shivering and crying. “Hurry!”

“There’s not enough room for all of us.” Sunday’s eyes were wide as she looked back to Angel. “And only two more life vests. What do we do?”

Angel always had an answer, a solution, she was the voice of reason… which is why Sunday felt a trickle of fear as her sister’s mirrored features fell. “You and Danny take the vests and get in the boat. I’m captain of the swim team, I’ll be good.”

“No.” Sunday was firm as she shoved a life vest into Angel’s arms. “And you can’t force me.”

“Fine.” Angel replied, pulling on the life vest. “Put the other vest on Danny and you both get in the boat. I’ll float alongside you and hold on.”

Sunday didn’t love the plan but she knew it was their best bet. Angel was a strong swimmer and if she had the vest, floating would be easy until they were found. Danny was completely blacked out - he had no chance if they didn’t do this.

The two of them got the vest on Danny just in time for the top deck to sink into the ocean. With much effort, the twins and their friends on the last lifeboat pulled Danny’s unconscious body into the boat before Sunday joined them. They were packed but floating, that’s what mattered.

Sunday held on to Angel’s arm as they watched the last of their boat disappear, leaving them alone and surrounded only by vast, unknown waters.

#( sunday 005 )

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angstyteenpoems · 8 months

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Head cannons for how Charlie found out about Neil and Todd

Dedicated to @gayfandomnerd225 thanks for the inspiration :)

(All under the cut since the post is rlly long, also no beta we die like Neil Perry)

• Charlie slowly picks up on the little moments, the intimate gazes and light touches that the pair share. First he thought it was a friendly thing that they were just more touchy than normal but it all clicked for him one night in the cave. As Neil finished reading a poem and everyone hollered and cheered he was only looking at Todd. They were in their own world that was created for their love. Charlie says nothing, keeping it a secret and enjoys the fact he can see the love between them.

(Okay that was cute and poetic but here is a more accurate Charlie reaction)

• Charlie bursts into Todd and Neil’s room, about to share some exiting news and as he swings the door open there on Neil’s bed is Todd and Neil tongues down each others throats like the hormonal teen boys they are. The room goes quickly quiet and they all stare at each other kinda blankly and in a “Oh shit” way. Charlie slowly and awkwardly closes the door and hurries away. While speed walking down the corridor he can hear some panicked curses coming from inside the room. At the next meal they all avoid eye contact and are extremely focused on the food in front of them, the others wonder what has happened. Later when Cameron is in the library studying and Charlie is in their room alone, Todd and Neil enter very sheepishly. It is very awkward but they explain their relationship and beg him to not tell anyone else. Charlie is completely fine with it and even tho the image of his two friends making out on the bed is burned into his brain for the rest of time things quickly go back to normal. Sometimes Charlie makes a weird remark that makes Todd’s ears turn red and the other poets wonder what’s going on.

• One night in the cave, Todd and Neil have been very quiet the whole time. Well Todd is quiet as usual but it is very odd for Neil. As the meeting comes to an end and the others start to make their exit Neil tells them to stop. He and Todd look at each other encouraging each other on and Neil speaks up and says they are dating. Charlie has a bit of whiplash and now realizes all the moments that Neil and Todd shared weren’t just “Oh they are great friends buddies roommates besties” (So basically Charlie is extremely oblivious the whole time)

• Years later as all the poets have graduated and went on with their lives, Charlie receives a letter from Neil. He has kept in touch with him sometimes but as they chose different paths in life it grew harder and harder each year to remember to contact each other. Well Charlie opens the letter and reads it. It is written in Neil’s beautiful cursive and many memories come flooding back to Charlie. It is a very normal letter, just telling Charlie about his life and career and how wonderful New York really is and how he should visit. All very casual. Charlie is thinking of what he will write back when a peculiar thing about the letter catches his attention. At the bottom, it is signed Neil Anderson-Perry. Charlie connects the dots rather quickly and smiles. (I think this isn’t like Todd and Neil trying to hide their relationship from the poets. I think of it more as a very Neil way to reveal the relationship, mischievous and also daring. Also I think that when Charlie responds and congratulates them Neil will send like a essay explaining how they fell in love and stuff)

(Okay now come the ones where Neil is dead so TW: Suicide and some gore ig?)

• The night Charlie has to break the news to Todd, the night when the boys run outside to cry and mourn, Todd screams a heart wrenching cry. A yawp that burns the soul. And Charlie realized they were in love. Neil and Todd, Todd and Neil were lovers, are lovers. And that Todd would never be full again. And all Charlie can do is cry next to him, and try his best to understand the hurt that Todd feels.

(Okay let’s imagine that but Charlie doesn’t realize that they are lovers. So Neil’s dead and they cry outside but no realization okay?)

• The next weeks are hell for the poets. Cameron’s backstabbing, Keating’s goodbye and almost too much. There is no happiness in them, no new start. (The standing on tables doesn’t happen) and a few day later Todd is found dead in the snow, his blood splattering the white ground as his head has cracked open like a eggshell when he jumped from the roof. His body is cold and wet from the snow but inside his hand a paper that is crumpled has stayed dry. It is adresses to all the poets, even Cameron. No one has the heart or courage to read it and Charlie is the first to be able to smoothen the papers wrinkles and start studying the terrible handwriting of Todd Anderson. It is a letter, written quickly, not in the same way that the thought over poems he used to write were. It was written in anguish. Charlie reads and weeps:

Today I will be the first manned flying Todd Anderson. I will crash land on the ground in hopes that it will send me to a better world. I am terribly sorry for this. This is probably too much pain for you, it was for me. I hope you don’t follow me, because if you do I will not greet you with open arms. I will scream and yell at you, cry why would you do that. I will not be delighted to see you but horrified. I am sure Neil will greet me in the same way. But I do know that I can wait. I can wait centuries until he stops screaming why. I can listen to him cry and even though it will hurt me it will not feel as terrible as I do feel now. Because at least he will be there. If you ever wonder why I did it, you will not have to search for an answer. I did it because of love. I love Neil Perry. We loved each other. And I hope we will reunite and be able to kiss in death.

Please send a copy of this to Mr.Keating, he would want to know. My parents don’t know about this and I wish you could keep it that way.

With all my love and apologies,

Todd

And Charlie finishes the letter. And he feels the love that Neil and Todd have for each other warm his soul.

(Okay sorry to end on a melancholic note but it felt kinda good writing angst. Any away if you or made it this far thanks for reading my brainrot!)

#dead poets society #dps fandom #dps #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #charlie dalton #dps headcanons

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writingoddess1125 · 9 months

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Brain bleh!

Freaks like Us

Buggy and GNReader

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Abuse, Implied Deaths, Blood, Witch Hunt(?)

"You have cursed our village!" Mrs. Yani yelled a another stone was tosses at you- tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to shield yourself from the assault your way. Bruises and cuts littered your body from the harsh beating you'd woken up to- Having been ripped from your thin straw bed by your hair and beaten with sticks, brooks and fist as you were mercilessly dragged through the village. Your screams and sobs of confusion ignored by those around you till you were tossed to the edge of town-

You sat there sobbing, wrappinng yourself in your arms as if trying to hide from the hurt the words had brought onto you-

"I-I didn't do anything!" You cried, the taste of blood in your mouth as tou sobbed. The people you once thought were your own staring at you with burning hatred.

The elders of your village standing infront of you with disgusted looks on their faces.

"(Y/N) we have humored you enough by letting your wicked self stay here. A creature like you have damned us! I crops won't grow, the weather has only gotten worse! We let you stay cause your mother died but no more Witch!"

"I don't control the damn crops!-" You screamed, but a elder stepped towards you and kicked you hard in the ribs. A cry ripping through you as you fell to your side in pain-

"Silence you damn Vermin! Be greatful we are even allowing you to walk away with your life after this! Damn Freak!" He yelled, spitting on your quivering form. The village soon leaves, leaving you there in the dirt just outside its gates.

Freak..

Witch..

Disgusting-

Vermin...

Those words echoing in your head as you sat there, the dark thoughts flooding your tired mind- The shivering of cold hitting your body as you were now in the soiled night clothes that was not ment to fight the coolest of nature.

"Hey Kid-" A gruff voice pulled you from your thoughts, Snapping up quickly to see a man standing there with a large group of others behind him. They were all dressed in circus clothes- Which confused you in truth. You'd only seen circuses like this in pictures or posters, no show would come to your tiny farming village.

"What happened to you?" He said, you watching the man as he kneeled down to meet your gaze- His eyes like the crashing waves of the sea that both drew you in terrified you.

"They kicked me out- They say im a freak who cursed their village! I-I didnt do anything!" You sob, word vomit getting the better of you- Fat tears starting to roll down your cheeks as a sob left you. Both in fear and pain of what had happened- You assuming the man would stand and kick you away as well, seeing you as Freaks like your village had.

The Blue-Haired man glancing back to his crew, a grin stretching over their paintwd lips as he gave a simple hand movement and they all ran past you towards the village laughing and hollering. But the man stayed behind-

However he just stared at you, His eyes drifting over your form. Almost amused by it-

"Whats your name kid?" He asked calmly, pulling out a long handkerchief from his pockets and handing it to you. You accepting and taking the multicolored fabric to wipe the blood and dirt from your face.

"(Y/N).. What about You?" You ask softly, feeling yourself start to be at ease with the strange man.

"See- People like your village are afraid of people like us- Freaks" He said sharply, gesturing to his own face. The realization then hitting you that the big cherry nose on him really was real-

"Buggy the Star Clown" He said calmly, you watch as he wiggles his fingers at you like doing jazz hands. Before flicking his wrist and a flower comes out, holding it out to you which you accept givibg a weary smile.

"T-Thank you.." You say softly, looking over the cloth flower as he stars over you.

"So kid- tell me more about what happened"

You begin to spin the tale of how you were yanked from your bed, beaten and so forth. The words they said to you and the tragedies of your life- Buggy listened quietly, his eyes watching you as if you were a new toy. Your string of conscious only stopped when the sound of screaming from the village tore you away.

Fear hitting your chest as you lurched forward to rush back to the place you once called home. But a gloved hand held you back gently.

"You're in no condition to be a hero kid- besides why would you want to save them?" He said coldly, making your blood freeze.

'Why would you want to save them?'

"I-I..."

"Have they done anything that makes them worth saving?" He stated calmly, patting your bruised shoulder with a very gentle hand. The echos of the villages screams starting to fade and change as your mild swirled with his words.

"But- Isn't that the right thing to do?" You questioned, Buggy smiling softly at you like you were so innocent to the world.

"By who's standards? Theirs?

He helps you to your feet, supporting some of your weight so you could get a good view of the chaos. The circus people returning, now covered in blood, some Carrington away shackled people, others with the wealth of the village and a few dragging some of the elders of your village with them. The elders who had lead for your abuse-

You look back at the villagers, watching how a man in green stepped forward with a canister of lamp oil and began to pour it over the elders with messy glee. Your heart beating like drums in your ears as you watched-

"They will laugh at us, hate us, shun us. But when the shoe is on the other foot-"

He gestured to the townsfolk now staring at you with pleading eyes. Fear in them as they stared at you, the one who they had just done the same to you. Leaving you there afraid for your life and pleading for mercy.

"Suddently they ask for compassion and mercy. Tell me, did they show that to you? Did they give you mercy?-"

The clown held a hand out as a touch was placed in a waiting gloved palm, before passing the torch to you- making sure to watch you grasp it firmly.

"You see what they do to freaks like us, So tell me. What are you going to do?"

#x reader #one piece #one peice x reader #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #dark buggy

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sailor-aviator · 1 year

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My dearest Liz,

You mentioned that you’d write a little something about the saloon event from Jakes POV if there was enough interest. I would like to formally declare my interest in seeing that, I’m sure other people would love it too! (No pressure whatsoever, I mean this more as encouragement rather than pressure and I hope it comes off that way!)💜💜💜💜💜

Consider my pressured and motivated! I'm kidding, ily

"Where's Mav?" asked Bradley, looking around the entrance of town hall with a frown.

"He's already gone down to the saloon, Roos," Penny told him with a bemused smile. "His meeting started half an hour ago."

"Christ, is that the time already?" Bradley asked to no one in particular as he squinted at the clock above the mantle. The Daggers had all filed in one after the other, and Penny had chuckled at the sight. How people found these idiots scary was beyond her.

"Bobby's down there ain't he?" Mickey asked her, and she gave a quick nod of her head.

"Should be. Told me yesterday he'd look after the place while I enjoyed my day off."

"He's probably bored to tears by now," Jake drawled with a smirk, leaning against the far wall. He pushed off and started making his way for the door. "Let's go see'em before we meet with Mav."

The Daggers waved their goodbyes to Penny, laughing and hollering as they made their way down the road and to the saloon.

"Mav's gonna kill me for bein' late," Rooster mumbled as the men made their way down the road.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Micky laughed, earning a look from the larger man. "Not the time?"

"What was your first clue?" Bradley grumbled as the group approached the saloon. A small crowd was gathered outside, whispering amongst themselves.

"A fight break out already?" Reuben wondered aloud. The sound of shouting came from inside.

"Is that Bob?" Mickey asked, brow furrowing at the sound of the other man shouting from inside.

"Bitch!" roared a man from inside. He sounded familiar, and Jake's brow furrowed as he tried to place the voice. A loud smack sounded from inside, and Jake heard a woman cry out. His blood began to boil as he pushed his way through the crowd. Damn cowards just standin' around as a woman gets roughed up by some low-life. Made him sick just thinking about it. He shouldered his way past the last man by the door, the other Daggers not far behind, and he felt his blood run cold.

A group of men crowded the bar, leering excitedly. Two of the men had Bob in their clutches, holding the young man back as he gnashed his teeth trying to break free. His blue eyes were darting around wildly, but focused down to the girl pressed against the bar with each pass. No, not just any girl.

Jake felt a rage unlike anything he had ever felt before sweep over him, and his vision turned red as he watched the man he now recognized as Isaac pin you against the wood of the bar. Isaac grabbed at his belt, and Jake heard you let out a sob.

"No!" you screamed, sounding almost animalistic in your terror. Jake was moving before he even realized it, the only sound in his ears was the thundering of his heartbeat as he drew closer to the scene. He didn't notice his hand flying to the gun at his side or how quickly he drew it. No, he was solely focused on where you lay, helpless against your attacker.

*Click*

Jake cocked the pistol, pressing it into the temple of the older man. Everything seemed to stand still in that moment. He heard the other Daggers reach for their own weapons, but he paid them no mind.

"Let. Her. Go," he seethed. Isaac glanced down at you, and Jake felt his grip on the gun grow impossibly tighter as he pressed harder into the other man's head. Much slower than Jake would have liked, Isaac pulled off of you, and you scrambled into a sitting position, small hiccups escaping your lips as you clutched at your torn blouse. Jake's nostrils flared at the sound, trigger finger itching.

Jake saw Bob rush to your side, hands gently checking you over as tears continued to spill down your eyes. That should be him, Jake thought briefly, bitterly as he saw the younger man try to comfort you. The sound of footsteps thundered down the steps, and Jake watched from his peripherals as Maverick, Benjamin, and Solomon Grindle descend the steps to the scene below. Benjamin's eyes immediately darted to you.

"Scout?" he cried out in shock. You let out a shaky breath, and he felt your eyes dart to him. Isaac stared impassively at him.

"Hangman," he sniffed. Jake hated this man.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped. Isaac was being far too cavalier for Jake's liking, and he had half a mind to put a bullet between the other man's eyes then and there.

"Well," the other man drawled. "I came to collect retribution for what you took from me, but then I saw you with this pretty, little thing the other day, and I figured this would make for a good trade.”

Jake thought back to the job he and the other Daggers had returned from a couple of months back. He had taken from Isaac, that was true. He had taken his woman at the time, among other things. Jake hadn't thought much of it at the time. Isaac was scum of the earth, so why should he? He cursed himself for thinking Isaac wouldn't seek out his revenge.

"I didn't take anything from you that you couldn't replace," he spat. It was true that Isaac didn't care about the woman that Jake had bedded, but the blond knew that wasn't what had him so hellbent on getting even.

"I disagree,” the other man hummed, picking a piece of lint off his shirt. “You wounded my pride, Hangman. And what better retribution than taking your woman?”

Jake's jaw clenched at the threat. Yes, you were his, and he'd be dead in the cold, dark earth before he let anything happen to you.

He saw Maverick move towards him out of the corner of his eye.

"Jake," the older man said softly. Jake barely looked at him, to intent on Isaac. Maverick continued. "Not here, son."

Jake heard the pleading tone in Maverick's voice, finally turning to look at him. He gave a pointed look in your direction, and Jake nearly cried as he finally laid his eyes on you.

Tears streamed down your eyes, mixing with blood from a cut on your cheek. Bruises were already forming on your skin from where Isaac had clawed at you. Your clothes were torn, and you looked so scared. Jake almost dropped to his knees in front of you then and there to beg for your forgiveness.

“The only reason you’re leaving here alive,” he rumbled, nodding his head over at you, “is because she’s here.”

Isaac held eye contact with him for a moment before turning towards the door with a light laugh. Isaac cast one last glance back at you, smirking, and it took all of Jake's willpower to not put a bullet in his head then and there. He gestured for his men to follow him.

“You best keep an eye on her, Hangman,” he called over his shoulder. “Would be a right shame if something were to happen to her while you weren’t lookin’.”

Jake vowed then and there that he would see Isaac rot in the ground if it was the last thing he ever did.

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hellooo hope you're doing well!

i barely use tumblr but just wanted to say i absolutely love your writing so much! i found your account not that long ago but have been reading all the posts, the way you write hurt and mcd just hits different for me hhhjshhh

anyways much love, hope you keep writing! <3

Hello Anon! I am so glad you enjoy what I put out there (I'm absolutely blushing right now)! And thank you so much for the compliment. I am not one to shy away from mcd. When it's necessary. When it's relevant. I hate it in stories when very clearly a character should have died (or did die but was brought back) and somehow they are magically saved. Don't get me wrong, I am horribly upset by the loss of a character, but sometimes we just need to be devastated.

Please enjoy a little something for stopping by!

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, forced to watch, spear, stabbing, impalement, bleeding out, mcd, grief, rescue, hurt/no comfort, caretaker and whumpee

"Remember, Caretaker," Whumper said with a smile as they glanced over their shoulder at where they had chained Caretaker to an iron ring in the wall, "don't look away or things will be worse for Whumpee."

"Please--" Caretaker began, but Whumpee cut them off.

"You're going to escalate things whether or not Caretaker is watching. So do your worst. I don't care," Whumpee spat as they thrust their chin out at Whumper. They were standing in the center of the room, standing cuffs keeping their arms aloft. "Darling," Whumpee called, "don't look. You don't have to look. I'll be ok. The team will be here soon. Ooooof," Whumpee coughed as Whumper punched them in the ribs.

"Shut. Up. Fuck. Head." Each word out of Whumper's mouth was punctuated by a jab to Whumpee's ribs.

"Or what?" Whumpee smirked at Whumper. "I don't think you'll do very much."

With a roar Whumper continued to beat, punch, and kick Whumpee. Caretaker screamed and hollered for Whumper to stop. But Whumper didn't. And Whumpee didn't cry out. Didn't beg for Whumper to stop. Didn't do anything but smirk at Whumper.

"Why. Won't. You. Beg." Whumper huffed and puffed as they continued to attack.

"I've already told you," Whumpee said, licking the split in their lip, "you can't do very much to me. The team will be here soon. You will have lost."

Whumper suddenly stopped and stepped back. "Well, if that's the case, let's up the stakes." They spun on their heel and went to the cabinet in the corner. "I keep all of my tools in here," they said as they walked.

"You ok, darling?" Whumpee asked, their eyes meeting Caretaker's. Their face was bruised and swollen. Caretaker's heart hurt looking at the hurt on Whumpee's face. On the hurt that should have been inflicted on them.

"I'm...I'm fine," Caretaker stammered, "but what about you? We need to get you help! Let them hurt me--"

"I won't let them hurt you, darling. It's fine. It's not that bad. I've had worse before. Besides," Whumpee smiled, "the team will be here soon. Not much longer."

"Here it is," Whumper turned with great flourish, a steel tipped spear gripped in their hands.

"Who the fuck has a spear? What year are you even fucking from? Is that supposed to scare me?" Whumpee said derisively.

Whumper pointed the spear at Whumpee's throat. "This is very, very sharp. Wouldn't take much to pierce the skin. And what can I say," they smiled darkly, "I'm a collector."

They pointed the spear to the side as they approached Whumpee. "I'm going to up the stakes as you said." They took a key from their pocket. "I'm going to release you."

Whumpee gave a feral smile. "You release me, I'm going to kill you."

"If you escape, then you're free to go. I won't even touch Caretaker. But if I catch you," Whumper gave a wicked grin, "I am going to run you through with this spear."

"Catch me if you can," Whumpee said as their wrists were freed.

Whumper lunged for them with a yell, but Whumpee darted out of reach. They looked back at Caretaker, "I won't leave you!"

"Go! Run! Lookout!" Caretaker shouted as Whumper's spear lunged towards Whumpee's chest.

Whumpee flitted out of the spear's reach once more. "Go! Go! Get the team! Whumpee, please, just go!"

With a great sadness in their eyes, Whumpee dashed out the open door. Whumper chased after them, shouting, "You can run, but you can't hide from me!"

Caretaker didn't like that they could no longer see or hear Whumpee. They had to hold onto hope. Whumpee was fast. Whumpee was smart. They would escape Whumper's spear. They would escape and get help. They had to believe.

Caretaker looked up as thundering footsteps came down the hall again. "Couldn't leave you behind," Whumpee panted as they rushed through the door.

"Whumper?"

"Still looking for me. Hold on I just need to find the key," Whumpee said as they started to look around.

As they walked to the table, their back to the door, Caretaker saw a glint of silver, "LOOKOUT!" Caretaker shouted.

But it was too late. Whumper's spear pierced Whumpee's left side, running through and out the back. Whumper smiled as they impaled Whumpee on the spear. "I win," Whumper said as they twisted the spear.

Whumpee's hands were coated with blood as they pressed their hands to the wound. "I...don't...think so," Whumpee said through blood coated gritted teeth.

Whumpee pulled on the spear, pulling it through their body with a heartrending scream, pulling Whumper towards them. They acted quickly, Whumper's eyes wide with shock. Whumper reacted too slowly as Whumpee's fist collided with their jaw.

"Whumpee! Whumpee!" Caretaker called.

Whumper ripped the spear from Whumpee's side, blood arcing from the wound. But Whumpee never let up. They punched, kicked, and headbutted Whumper. With an unending shout, Whumpee continued to beat Whumper until Whumper collapsed. Until Whumper was unconscious.

"Huh," Whumpee sighed as they collapsed to their knees. Their chest heaved. They crawled to Whumper's side, patting Whumper's pockets.

"Whumpee! Whumpee! Please, talk to me!" Caretaker strained to the end of their chains, but Whumpee was still too far away. "Love, please!"

"F-F-Found ittttt," Whumpee said as they lifted their hand high, revealing the key to Caretaker's cuffs.

"Love, just stay there. Help is almost here. Don't waste your energy. Please," Caretaker begged.

Whumpee's head hung low as they started to stand once more. With a cry of pain, Whumpee managed to rise. "N-N-Nottt a w-w-wast-t-t-t-te."

"Please, Whumpee. Please. Just wait. It's ok. Please," Caretaker pleaded as they felt tears sting in their eyes. Though they desperately wanted to hold Whumpee in their arms, they didn't want Whumpee to bleed out faster. Help had to be almost here.

"D-D-D-Darllllinnnnnggg," Whumpee said as they stumbled over to Caretaker. "'m ti'd."

"Please, love," Caretaker murmured as they felt the first tear slip down their cheek.

"Hmmmmmm," Whumpee exhaled as it took two tries for their shaking fingers to get the key into the cuffs. They dropped once more to their knees as the key clicked into place and the cuffs swung open.

"Whumpee," Caretaker cried as they caught Whumpee as they fell forward. "Love, love, say something. Hold on. Please, hold on." Caretaker pressed on the wound in Whumpee's chest. "You're so stupid. You should have left me. Why did you come back? Why?" Their tears were flowing freely now.

Whumpee blinked heavily as they lay in Caretaker's arms. Blood coated their front, saturating their clothes and Caretaker's. They wheezed heavily as they pressed a bloody hand to Caretaker's. "LLLLLLovvvve.......yyyyou....dddddarrrr'nnnngggg," Whumpee gasped.

"I love you, love. Please. Please just hold on. Help is here. The team is almost here. Please. Love," Caretaker sobbed as they begged Whumpee to stay with them.

Whumpee's grip on their hand began to grow slack. Caretaker could feel what tension Whumpee had in their body begin to fade. Their breathing slowed down, each rattling breath more shallow than the one before.

"You can't leave me. I need you. What am I supposed to do without you? Love, please stay." Caretaker cupped Whumpee's cheek. "Please, Whumpee. Please. I love you. I love you. Stay."

But as Whumpee's breath went out in a quiet exhale, and the light faded from their eyes, Caretaker let out a cry. "Nooooooo, noooo, please, no!"

Caretaker knew it wasn't long before the team burst through the door. Knew it wasn't long because they hadn't moved, hadn't stopped stroking Whumpee's still warm cheek. Knew it wasn't long because Whumper still lay unconscious on the ground. But it didn't matter. The team was too late.

"What happened, oh God! Is that Whumpee?" The first teammate said as they reached Caretaker.

"Get a medic!" The second teammate cried out.

The third immediately went to secure Whumper, trusting the other two to sort out what help Caretaker and Whumpee needed. But it didn't matter. The team was too late.

"Don't bother," Caretaker whispered as they stared into Whumpee's lifeless eyes, "they're gone."

The first teammate knelt next to Caretaker, putting an arm on Caretaker's shoulder. "I am so sorry, Caretaker."

"My fault," Caretaker murmured as they continued to stroke Whumpee's cheek. "They were free. Came back for me. It's all my fault."

The first teammate stared at the great wound in Whumpee's chest. At the blood coated spear lying near Whumper. At the standing cuffs in the center of the room. "The person responsible is currently being cuffed by Third Teammate. The person responsible is going to pay for what they did to you," First Teammate's voice broke, "and Whumpee."

Caretaker leaned down and kissed Whumpee's forehead, smoothing Whumpee's hair down one last time. They gazed into the eyes they had spent hours gazing into one final time before they closed them.

"Caretaker, wait. I can--" First Teammate said.

But Caretaker didn't listen. They rose, Whumpee gripped tightly in their arms in a bridal carry. Whumpee's head lolled back on their neck, their arms hanging limply, legs flopping with each movement. Caretaker couldn't listen. Couldn't do anything to quiet the roaring in their head. This was their fault. This had happened because of them. The person they loved was gone because of them. Whumpee was dead because of them.

And they couldn't bear the thought of a world without light. A world without love. A world without joy. A world without jokes and sarcasm. A world without warm cups of hot chocolate and late nights. A world without stolen kisses. A world without the person who saved them. A world without Whumpee.

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