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cressthebest · 16 days

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 31

chapter 50: (15 chapters left)

1. oh SHIT the girls are fighting (sirius and regulus are at each other with nails and hair pulling)

2. “It's mean. It's nails and hair-pulling and brutal in the way only siblings can be. In mere seconds, they've both made each other bleed, and they don't seem inclined to stop there.”

i think the arena allowed them to do this, but they’ve been ready to go at each other like this for AGES. cause like, i want to go at my siblings like this sometimes. and then go watch tv together after

3. 😬😶 sirius just found out reg is a death eater

4. 😬😬 it was just revealed that reg did NOT in fact kill Coen. yikes dude

5. “"You're a fucking death eater?!" Sirius snarls as he dodges Yaxley's elbow.

"Yeah, it doesn't feel good, does it?!" Regulus snarls back ……

"How is this even comparable, you little shit?!"”

😭😭😭 plsss he’s so funny

6. damn, when sirius was fighting the others, he wasn’t going full force, cause he was having an emotional conversation. but he was still winning. and then he gets tired of fighting so he just in like two swift moves kills two people. jfc he’s scary.

7. “"I was going to lose James anyway, don't you get it?! I never even really got to have him! But you—I got you back. I had you back, and you took that from me. You weren't—you promised you wouldn't do that. How could you do that, after I—I begged you not to? And for what? Me? You think you did it for me? No, you did it for you. You tossed me aside, and it's not even the first time!"”

😧😧😧 holy shit, he just went right at it

8. “Grow up, Regulus."

"You won't let me!"”

😧 jaw on the freaking GROUND

9. jfc this fight is brutal. i think it would hurt less for them to just kill the other. cause like, these words hurt even ME

10. “"What I regret most isn't that you broke your promise, Sirius," Regulus continues. "It's that I wasted time caring enough to ask for a promise from you at all."”

yoooo wtf wtf wtf this HURTS

11. “”Let me guess, you told them only you could kill me? Something like that, yeah?"”

😭😭 sirius guessed it right and reg is like ‘😳 no…. i never said that. why would i say that?’

12. reg is like “😡😡😡 I HATE YOU” and sirius is like “liar ☺️”

13. i bet the entire hallow is on the edge of their seat watching this like the highest quality entertainment. no way has anything been this juicy in the arena for AGES

14. YOO WTF REG THATS OUT OF POCKET. HE JUST THREATENED TO HURT REMUS. MY DEAR, THATS YOUR FRIEND TOO! YOU CANT DO THAT!! LITTLE BITCH!

15. god, regulus is actually about to say it and just goes after regulus. like, hardly holding back. holy shit

16. “Sirius, for the first time, doesn't believe in his brother. Because Regulus wants to say Remus' name, and that would hurt Sirius more than dying by Regulus' hand.”

god, just stab me in the heart why don’t ya?

17. 😧 dagger raised above his head, ready to strike down in reg’s chest and just can’t. and then as he’s about to kill him, regulus says he loves sirius. good god, i’m actually crying so hard rn

18. “He can see it, suddenly. It does become clear, then, all at once. Regulus did trick him. He did fool him. Just not in the way Sirius was prepared for. He never imagined this at all.

Regulus never intended to go home.”

BAWLING LIKE A BIG BABY RN

19. “"Don't, please don't do this to me. Sirius, please just—please do it, or let me do it. Don't make me live without you, please don't, Sirius—””

YOU WOULD THINK THAT THE SADDEST THING HAS ALREADY BEEN SAID, BUT NO!!! IM SOBBING HARDER!! AND I HAVE A FINAL EXAM IN HALF AN HOUR

20. “It's horrible, because the arena has brought Regulus back to him twice, once when Regulus became a Victor and right this very second, but for Regulus, all the arena does is take Sirius away.”

BAWLING LIKE A BABY

21. oh SHIT james did not leave them a note this time

22. god, it hurts knowing that sirius doesn’t trust reg with a dagger. not because sirius is scared reg will turn on him, but that reg will kill himself

23. “"It has to be you, okay? It has to, because I don't want to go home if I'm not going home with you. I—I just don't see the point."”

that freaking HURTS

24. this entire chapter hurt like a fucking BITCH

#marauders #regulus black #jegulus #sirius black #crimson rivers

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buriednurbckyrd · 1 year

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Nothing Stays the Same Forever: Chapter 1

***author note: I have not played either one of the games. I loved S1 and I’m trying to keep from potentially spoiling the rest of the show for myself so I thought I’d focus my energy on writing a fic. Plus, like the rest of the world I’m absolutely feral for Daddy Pascal rn and since I haven’t felt like writing anything in a hot minute and I do now I’m seizing the moment. As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated and will definitely help inspire me to keep going with this. Cheers!

Every single step was agony. The air was so cold it burned in her throat and lungs, and when she forced one leg in front of the other her muscles screamed and spasmed from the old hunting knife lodged in her side. She gritted her teeth and swallowed down her screams of pain. Stopping now would mean death, if she paused to chase a moment of relief she would lose the strength to continue. After everything that had happened… There was a part of her that desperately wanted to drop in the snow that very moment and let the darkness finally consume her, putting an end to the struggle and suffering.

You promised.

Was that steam rising from the hot tears rolling down her frozen cheeks? Or was it just her labored breaths forcing their way into the waning sunlight?

The settlement exists. It has to. Don't you dare fucking stop moving!

Her hand grips the handle of the knife, trying to somehow stifle the pain. It had been a brutal mental battle to not try and pull it out like her instincts demanded she do. It would only make her bleed out faster, leaving it gave her at least a small chance to find help and survive.

Was she losing her mind or did she hear a dog barking? And… footsteps in the snow? She tried to move faster, fear turning into a lead ball in her stomach. In her haste, she slipped, and only just managed to turn her body so she didn't land on the knife. The fall knocked the meager amount of air from her aching lungs. She tried to be quiet but couldn't help the loud wheezing as she tried to catch her breath.

The footsteps crunched closer, and she heard a voice call out. She strained, attempting to push herself up on the arm that wasn't still holding onto the knife, but all of her remaining strength had abandoned her. She started crying in earnest then, and shame washed over her. After everything, this was how she faced the end? Sobbing in the snow, unable to fight off whatever new hell was about to find her?

She felt the cold, wet nose of a dog prod her cheek. Her eyes squeezed shut and she waited for the animal to tear her throat out. Instead she heard a low whine and the dog laid down and rested its head on her chest. She opened her eyes as it began to snow again. The edges of her vision were starting to go fuzzy and gray but before she succumbed to the dark embrace of unconsciousness, the face of a woman looked down at her. She was talking, but she couldn't make out the words.

…

That was a year ago. And if she was being honest, she had no idea how she survived. Even though the woman and her group managed to get her back to their settlement, which definitely existed, she had been in terrible shape. Hospitals were a thing of the past, they had disappeared along with the rest of the civilized world twenty years ago. But somehow, the residents of Jackson were able to nurse her back to health and welcomed her as a new member of the community. Maria, the kind but no nonsense woman that had been the first person to find her after the dog, had been an angel. She was married to a handsome man named Tommy and the two of them were expecting a baby within the next few months. He was a sweet guy, perhaps a little rough around the edges, but who wasn’t after an apocalypse?

A while ago another man and a teenage girl had passed through. Y/N had stayed away when she heard that the man was Tommy’s brother. Maria always insisted that she was practically family, but there was something about the reunion between the two men that felt fragile and like the presence of another person would be the thing that pushed them over the cliff. The two hadn’t stayed long, but afterwards Maria and Tommy had a lot of hushed conversations. She decided it wasn’t her place to ask questions, telling herself that Maria would bring up the topic if she wanted a friend’s ear.

So she continued her little routine. Before cordyceps, she had worked in alterations at a wedding dress boutique. Jackson didn’t have many people who knew how to sew much past mending a seam or taking up a hem. Somehow they were able to find a sewing machine that still functioned and she became the seamstress of their little village. There was nearly a daily stream of repairs for her. When it was no longer possible to pop over to the local Walmart when your jeans ripped, clothes were kept and repaired for as long as the garment could still be worn. But she did have down time, and would often take scraps of old clothing and make quilts for residents or stuffed toys for the children.

She never gave things out herself. The old taunts from the QZ still played on repeat in her mind whenever she didn’t wait long enough for the dining hall to empty out. Maria and Tommy were the only two people she could bring herself to trust, and no amount of reassurances from the other woman had convinced her to give the others a chance.

…

Joel and Ellie were back. Both alive, with a plethora of new scars both visible and invisible. Tommy was obviously relieved to see his brother in one piece again, and thankful that he still had Ellie with him. The bond between the two had strengthened, neither one of them the same person that had originally walked through the gates. Maria sensed an underlying tension in the air but chose to let it lie. Why disturb the peace when it was so damn hard to come by these days?

Now that they were there to stay, the little house they had used on their first visit was their official home. Y/N saw Joel and Tommy talking on his and Maria’s porch on her morning walk to work. The girl was fidgety and clearly bored. Her hands were stuffed into the pocket on her hooded sweatshirt and she scuffed her boots against the ground, muttering to herself.

“Can I go see the horses?” She called out to the men. They turned to look at her, Joel’s face annoyed, Tommy’s amused.

“Can you just wait for five goddamn minutes?” Joel growled. Ellie snorted.

“You said that five minutes ago you grouchy asshole.” Y/N wasn’t awake enough to stifle her laugh at the girl’s sharp words. Ellie whirled around and narrowed her eyes.

“Something funny?” Y/N felt the mirth dry up in her throat. Did the girl think she was laughing at her?

“N-no, I’m sorry.” Ellie looked her up and down and Y/N found herself absolutely terrified at what the child might say next.

“Y/N!” Tommy pushed his way past his brother and strode up to her with his arm outstretched, taking a gentle hold of her arm when he reached her. “This is my brother Joel and his uh… This is Ellie.” She felt her face get hot as she was led closer to the house. “They’ve decided to stay this time.”

“Oh, um. Nice to meet you.” She looked down at her shoes, wishing she had started out earlier, or waited another ten minutes to walk over to the commissary.

“She’s lived here about a year, and she’s practically family.” Tommy told them with a smile, clearly happy to have found a way to shift away from whatever he and Joel had been discussing. “If you ever need any o’your clothes fixed up she does it all. Don’t know how we managed before we found her.”

“Huh. Could have used you when I had to sew his guts back together..” Ellie said flippantly. She crossed her arms and kicked at a loose stone.

“Jesus, Ellie.” Joel scrubbed his hand over his face in exasperation.

“I um, didn’t mean to interrupt you all.” Y/N said quietly. Tommy swung his arm around her shoulders and side hugged her.

“Don’t worry about it. We were just talking about when Ellie might join the other kids at the school.”

“Without Ellie’s input!” The girl rolled her eyes.

“There’s no point in stalling, kid. Might as well go over there today.” Joel told her.

“I already know how to read and write and shit,” Ellie spit out. “I can do other stuff, help hunt or patrol or something.”

“And I think maybe she could take a few days to get settled before she starts going to classes.” Tommy was trying to be the voice of reason. Ellie was frustrated with both men. Joel looked like he was ready chew glass.

“I should really get going,” Y/N started, trying to pull away from Tommy without it being too obvious that she wanted to bolt. “I think a group went out during the night and they always come back with tears…” Maria chose that moment to open the door and see what was going on.

“Hey, lady!” She smiled at Y/N. “You wanna come in for some tea before you start your to-do pile?” She felt trapped. Tommy wanted her as a buffer between him and the school argument, and it felt like Maria was giving her a silent plea to accept the invitation.

“I… Sure.” Resigned, she started towards the porch. The closer she got to Joel, the more it felt like there was a group of frogs jumping around in her stomach, he had an intimidating aura around him. To her horror she stumbled on the first step and he caught her by the arm. His grip was far more gentle than she expected.

“Okay, there?” He asked her in a quiet, gravely tone. Not trusting herself to speak, she only nodded in response. He looked at her, and she felt an uncomfortable sensation, like she was about to give a speech in front of a large group of people. He gave her a sharp nod and let go of her arm, striding down off the porch. “Let’s go see the damn horses.” He muttered to Ellie and the girl’s face broke into a triumphant grin before she scuttled after him.

“You two enjoy your tea. I’ll meet you for lunch at the dining hall, yeah?” Maria waved.

��I should be there around one.” Tommy saluted the two women and started on his way towards the center of their little town. Maria ushered Y/N into the house and took her coat to hang up by the door.

“I’m glad you wandered by, the three of them would still be arguing.” She walked into the kitchen and took out a slightly chipped mug, dropping a tea bag into it.

“You don’t have to go through the trouble, I probably have a pile of stuff to start working on.” Maria shook her head and pointed at the table.

“Everyone here’s got a spare pair of pants, you can sit for a few minutes.” Y/N knew better than to argue and settled into a chair. Maria poured hot water into the mug and slid it over to her with a spoon. “I still have some of that honey we harvested, help yourself.” Y/N smiled to herself when she noticed the swell of Maria’s abdomen as the other woman cut herself a couple slices of bread. There was already a soft flannel teddy bear squirreled away in her house, and she was collecting scraps to make a quilt for the baby. She hoped that they would like them. The couple had already done so much for her, and she wanted nothing more than to somehow pay back even a little of what they had given her. With a quiet sigh, she scooped up a spoonful of thick, golden honey and stirred it into her tea. The morning sun shone through the kitchen window and reflected off the liquid, and she felt foolish that it made her think of Joel’s eyes when she had looked up at him after almost falling on her face. She rubbed at her arm where he had saved her from total embarrassment. Maria sat down across from her and spread some of the honey onto her toast. When she looked up at Y/N, the almost dreamy look on her friend’s face made her wonder for a moment, before she smiled and took a bite of her breakfast.

#Joel x reader #Joel Miller x reader #Joel x plussized!reader #tlou fanfiction #plus sized reader #reader insert

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george-fabian-weasley · 3 years

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if we had 5 more minutes — f. w.

Summary: You thought you could save Fred from the rumbles of falling stones; you did your best, only to be in the rumbles with him instead.

Words: 2,160 words

Warnings ⚠ : ANGST, TW: Death, TW: Battle of Hogwarts, TW: war, TW: injuries, Fred died, you died, big Pain™, I strongly suggest tissues and a dozen of comfort chocolates, I cried so you will too, Basically An Emotional Rollercoaster, Read At Your Own Risk

Disclaimer: inspired by Billie Eilish's cover of The End of The World, so... ya'll know this is going to be a painful ride. Buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy. Reblogs and Comments are Highly Appreciated! <3 p/s: reading this with the song at the background really helps with the tear pouring effect ;)

Disclaimer 2.0: i know what yall are thinking... what tf is syaf doing, posting a fic when she’s in a hiatus she just posted yesterday? Also where is mad hatter chap 5 and epilogue? well, my brain likes to conjure up ideas at very inappropriate times (like rn) so bare with me and uh i’ve been really physically and mentally exhausted from work (retail is bathshit crazy) to write the mad hatter series so idk when will i update the two chapters but i’m working on it! thank you for being patient, and im sorry for causing you guys to wait for so long, ilysm don’t kill me <3

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The end of the world.

The Battle of Hogwarts looked like the end of the world. Curses and spells thrown left to right, different kinds of bodies found at each corner and crook, walls here and there crumbling as down as hope for freedom. And blood.

At that point of time, the pools of blood on the floor look the same; pureblood or not. Because they bleed the same anguish red.

You didn't need to see the apocalypse of the world anymore. Screw the end of Mother Earth; this battle in front of your eyes was more than enough — sadly — to be your end of the world.

“Hey,” You called, causing Fred to turn his head around to your direction, his lips etched up a smile before replying with another hey. You sat next to him, the place where George had sat before he got up and left to speak with Professor Lupin.

Evil is winning, and good is losing. But then again, what difference would it make; if good kills as many as evil? At the end of the world, there is no good and evil alone. There are desperation, madness, and hunger for power, lust for victory brought along with them.

So, at the end of the world, you chose to be side by side with your lover, Fred Weasley. The red-headed dork you’ve taught yourself to pour your love into had become the very source of your life. He is your elixir, he is your soul, heart, and happiness.

It was silent for a while, none of you had anything to say. Yet the silence was comforting, with only the presence of each other as calming as it is. “Y/N,” Fred suddenly turned his head to you, biting his lower lip in contemplation. “Hm?” “Can you just stay at the Burrow?”

You blinked, “What?” Fred sighed, “Can you just stay at the Burrow right now and not join the war? I- I don’t want you to join in-” “Fred-” “I-It��s dangerous and it’s literally a war a-and I don’t want you to get hurt I would- I would rather die than have you hurt-”

“Fred!” You raised your voice, your hand clasping onto his securely, an effort to calm his frenzied thoughts. He stopped rambling and stared at you with those doe eyes you adored so much, “You know I can’t do that.”

“We need everyone on board for this war. I am no exception- bloody hell, even your parents are joining in, Freddie!” You tried to explain slowly, and Fred closed his eyes in denial of defeat.

“I love you,” he suddenly blurted out. He noticed the slight fluster you had, your eyebrows were raised for a millisecond before they furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you saying this now? I-“ “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated himself and you shook your head, realizing what he was doing, “Wait, hold on a minute, no-“

He was saying it in case anything happens.

“Y/N, I love you-” “Don’t you dare say it one more time like you’re not gonna make it, Fred Weasley, I swear to Merlin,” You cut him off, your jaw clenching at his absurdness. “… Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Fred asked, his voice was small.

“I-” You sighed, “No, I won’t because I don’t want to say it right now, given the circumstances,” You paused, your voice quieting down, “It felt like a goodbye when you say it like that.” “Then when will you say it? We’ve been dating for almost a year and you'd never say it before,” He said.

“Really? This is the time to argue about this?” You gave him a pointed look, but your expression softened as you understood the meaning behind his actions. “Look, Freddie, I- You know how I feel about us,” You sighed, looking down at your hands on your lap, “You know I’m not that expressive with my words but- but I’m trying and- okay, let’s make a deal,” Fred’s ears perked up the mention of a deal. "I'm listening," he drawled.

“I’ll say the words when the war is over,” Fred gave you a sour look that clearly said ‘really?’ and it caused you to huff a smile, “Once everything is over, and everything is okay again, I’ll say them as many times as you want me to, okay?” Fred leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek with your hand, kissing his forehead.

“Even if I made you say it a thousand times?” He asked and you chuckled, your heart warming at his childlike question, “I’ll say it for an hour if you asked me to.”

It happened so fast.

One second you were fighting off the Death Eaters with Percy and Fred, and then the other, you find your body aching at the major pressure from the rocks and debris that used to be Hogwarts’ protective wall from the outside world.

It was dark, and it was dusty, but you were too unconscious to notice. That was until you felt your cheek being patted a few times. As you gained consciousness with a cough or two, you also gained the pending pain spreading all across your whole body. You couldn’t feel your legs, or safe to say your whole lower body part.

Memories of you a few moments ago trying to push Fred away from the rumbles but ended up facing the falling stones head-on with him instead began to flow back into your mind. How foolish could you be to act like a hero, as if you could sacrifice yourself for him to live.

“… Y-Y/N…”

You turned your head with a silent grunt, and your eyes fixate at the body beside you, a few feet away, Fred.

He had blood leaking from his nose and ears, probably from the impact, and his face was dusty with debris from the stones. As he looked at you, he threw you a smile; a weak, hiding the fact that he’s in immense pain kind of smile.

“F-fancy seeing you here,” he grunted with a wince, a smile nevertheless rested on his lips. “Fred…” you could only mutter his name, closing your eyes for a brief second at the growing pain on your thighs. The pressure from the rumbles had slowly increased, and you felt yourself losing consciousness again. Only to be brought back to open your eyes as Fred poked your cheeks a few more times, “Hey, hey, s-stay with me, love.”

“We’ll… We’ll be okay.”

You winced at the trickling sensation on your skin as you tried to move your fingers towards him, “It’s… It’s impossible, Fred…” You voiced out, your voice cracking up. You saw Fred’s lips quivered before he threw you another comforting smile, “Don’t… Don’t say that. We’ll make it… I-I know we will.”

“We… We will?”

Groaning from the injuries on his body as he tried to move closer to you, he nodded, “We will.”

You felt his fingers trying to reach for yours, and you handed him assistance as you hooked your fingers with his. His hand was cold, trembling. But it was Fred’s. And Fred’s hand is always warm.

“It’s… It’s so heavy,” You whimpered in pain, looking at Fred for comfort. All Fred wished to do at the moment was to be strong enough. Strong enough to push off these rumbles pressing onto his body. Strong enough to pull you out from the pain. All he wished for was for you to not be in pain anymore. But he knew he couldn’t do anything. The rumbles were too big, too heavy, and it would take a while for anyone to find them at the bottom of everything.

Fred breathed out heavily through his mouth, slowly finding it difficult to breathe through his nose anymore, trying his best to look strong for you, “Stay with me, love. S-stay with me. Five more minutes. F-five more minutes and they’ll- they’ll save us…”

“Fred…”

“Five more minutes, I promise…”

You saw the desperation in his eyes, trying his best to somehow keep you afloat until you two are saved. You heard muffles from the other side, Percy screaming for Fred and you. His screams were sad and painful to hear; you would’ve cried for him if it wasn’t for the constant high-pitched ringing in your ears.

“Fred, h-hold my hand. P-please,” You whispered, finding no more strength to say anything louder than a whisper. He instantly intertwined your fingers with his, stretching as far as he could to reach you; no matter how screeching the pain in his lower body was.

“Fred,” You called him again. He chuckled a bit, “You’re… you’re saying my name a lot of times right now, darling.” You huffed a smile, the corner of your lips twitched, “… I want to ask you something.”

“… Anything.”

Your eyes met his, even in the darkness, his eyes still managed to look so beautiful. So earthly beautiful. “… Are you happy, Freddie?”

There was something about the way you say it, Fred couldn’t get a touch of what it was but… it felt like a goodbye. As much as Fred hated to admit, he wasn’t holding on much longer either. He was bleeding heavily from everywhere, his wand was out of his reach, and his body was starting to numb. His vision began to blur by itself, hence he blinked his eyes repeatedly. Trying his best to see your features clearly, one last time, if the worst happens.

This is it, he thought. This is the end of my line.

Finding an urge to cry, but didn’t have enough strength to sob, Fred let out a tear or two onto the dusty surface he laid his head on, his eyes closing after the content stare of your beautiful— though bloody and dusty— face. How ironic, he’s slipping away first even though he was the one who said five more minutes.

If only you had five more minutes.

“W-with… With you? Heh, always… “ The whisper coming out from his mouth caused you to narrow your eyes at him. It felt strange, it felt wrong. Was he saying goodbye? Watching Fred close his eyes was alarming, so you gained all your strength to pat his hand a few times, “H-hey, Freddie… Five more minutes. Hang… Hang on for five more minutes, please.”

You squeezed his hand, and he naturally squeezed back, only this time it was weaker than usual. His grip on your hand started to soften, but you tightened yours desperately. The pain all over your body was partially forgotten, your only focus was on keeping Fred breathing and alive, as well as yourself.

“I’m… I’m trying, my love… but I’m sleepy… and tired…” he mumbled, his words became slurred by time. He was on the edge, you realized that. Upon the sad realization, you bit your tongue, trying your best to prepare for the worst. “L-look at me, darling,” Your voice quivered, feeling the sandy surface on your temple as you tried to force your eyes open, to properly look at him, “Look at me.”

You knew it. He was slipping away from your fingers, and you were slipping too. It didn’t matter anymore even if Percy bulldozed his way to you now, it was too late. Simply too late. And that’s none of his faults. It’s none of his and none of yours.

Some things are just meant to be.

You took your other hand and placed it onto his cold, dirty cheek. Caressing his cheekbone gently, you gave him a comforting smile, “Fred.”

He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. He’s at the end, you acknowledged. You widen your smile to assure him, although the tears escaping your eyes say otherwise, “… You make me happy. You make me so so happy. And I… I love you.”

“I love you, Freddie.”

With a big smile, Fred widened his eyes weakly, letting out a sigh of content as he looked at you with gentle eyes,“… Now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?“

Gentle eyes that soon hollowed empty.

“Yeah,” the dam of your tears broke down, “Took me a long time...” You squeezed his now lifeless hand, trying to find comfort and warmth from him for the last time. You smiled at Fred, whilst tears rolling down your temple slowly as if mourning the passing of your lover for you. You inched closer to him, careful not to graze your injuries, and met your nose with his.

You caressed his cheek, finally feeling yourself lose consciousness. This is it, you thought, I won’t wake up ever again. “You said we’ll be okay,” You whispered weakly, huffing a content smile on your lips. Staring into his eyes that had held so much love and pure unadulterated affection for you all these years, now empty with no trace of life, had sent you into pain more powerful than the injuries present on and in your body.

“I guess we will be, after this.”

“… You spent your last five minutes with me, huh?” You felt yourself going in and out of consciousness, and your vision blurring continuously, “Aren’t you a sappy git,” the mere whisper escaped your mouth with a sigh. The warm smile never left your lips, and the only thing in your mind was how peaceful he looked as of that moment, and you wondered if you’ll ever be in that state of peace, with him.

“No- no- no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! no!” And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them with his hand on Y/N’s head, and the pair of lovers stared at each other without seeing, the ghost of their last smile still etched upon their faces.

On our last few drags of air, we agree

I was, and you were

Happy

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moonstruckbucky · 5 years

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can you write something where the reader is in the mall with everyone when billy sacrifices himself? I’m feeling so hurt rn yikes

This is a big yikes. I am 6 hours out from finishing S3 and I still don’t know what to do with all these feelings except write them so. Here ya go. I switched up the ending because I’m a soft sap.

Brb while I go hide away in my hole of denial.

SPOILERS FOR S3 BELOW THE CUT.

The fireworks are loud, the roar of the Mind Flayer deafening. You struggle to light one of the few remaining rockets in your stash, aim it at the giant monster screeching and roaring and writhing as the mall is filled with bursts of color. Red, yellow, blue.

The spark is hot on your skin, and then it launches, soars, soars, until it strikes the beast in the head. The creature ducks in attempt to get away, one of its massive legs lifting and slamming to the floor far too close to the two figures struggling on the floor before it.

Billy has his hands around El’s neck and he lifts her, drops her back hard to the floor. You wince, eyes burning with tears that you can’t let fall. Not yet. The shapes of Billy and El seem to pause, and looking closer, you see she’s speaking to him. Her hand lifts to touch his face, and even from the distance you can see him deflate.

Then he stands and faces the monster as the fireworks run out. Heart in your throat, you race to the escalator, keeping eyes on Billy as he faces down the Mind Flayer. It roars, chills break out across your skin at the ferocity. You hurry down the stairs as, to your horror, the Mind Flayer strikes out with one of its clawed tentacles.

But Billy throws his hands up and lets out a battle cry, a refusal to let El come to harm. You hit the bottom floor as the Mind Flayer reaches out with more of its tentacles, impaling Billy on its talons.

It takes you a moment to realize the screaming in your ears is you.

You push your legs harder as the creature strikes him with one final blow to his chest, his white shirt stained dark with blood. You rush to him as the Mind Flayer releases him, and he hits the floor with a deep thud.

Sliding on your knees, you lace your fingers together over his chest wound, which is bleeding heavily. His eyes are half-lidded, lashes fluttering, and he turns those blue eyes to you.

The tears you’ve fought hard to hold back fall, but you press harder with grim determination.

“Don’t you dare,” you growl to him as his lashes flutter again. You shake your head and sob. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

You lose it when his left hand comes up to yours and holds them to his chest. Despite how heavily he’s bleeding, his jaw sets in defiance and he nods, just once. Smaller hands appear beside yours, and you glance over at Max, who’s openly crying just like you.

Together you press hard on the wounds on his chest, your focus on the one through his sternum. Blood rushes in your ears as Billy gasps, dark blood dribbling from his mouth. You bite your lip so hard your teeth puncture it, fighting to keep him alive.

A deafening roar pulls your attention away for only a moment. The Mind Flayer writhing, shaking its head, as if it’s disoriented before it collapses. The gate’s been closed. For good, you hope.

It’s a blur of activity as the others make their way down to the ground floor, all gathered around you, Max, Billy, and El, who reaches out to brush Billy’s hair back from his face. She’s crying, but she smiles when his blue eyes drift slowly up to her. There’s an unspoken understanding between them now.

You stay with Billy when the paramedics come to him, hands stained blackish red from his blood. One of them sits atop the gurney, knees on either side of Billy’s hips as he puts harder pressure on the still-bleeding wounds. You refuse to wait for a ride to the hospital, all but shove your way into the back so that you can hold Billy’s hand tightly between yours.

He flat-lines three times en route to the hospital, but the paramedics are able to bring him back each time, though it’s no less terrifying. Panic rises within you each time you hear the singular, high-pitched whine of the heart monitor, each time Billy’s eyes slip closed.

You don’t breathe easy until he’s secured in a hospital bed, his wounds stitched and no longer bleeding. He’s sleeping soundly, that mullet of his billowed out across the pillow, eyelids twitching as he dreams.

He wakes sometime in the early morning. The sun is just beginning to come up, and he feels like he’s been hit by a train. His body is sore, the pain pills he’s on wearing off. You’re sipping coffee at the window when the sheets rustle.

“Billy,” you breathe, set down the cardboard cup on the bedside table.

Inky veins still show under his pallid skin, but the life has been put back into his eyes. He leans into your touch when you stroke his face, thumb dancing across his cheek to his lips. And like fragile glass, you crumble. Bury your head in his chest, mindful of his wounds, and sob.

“I lost you, you asshole. You flat-lined three times.”

Gingerly he holds the back of your head to his chest, closes his eyes, and breathes you in. He’d been terrified of never making it back, of staying forever as that thing’s puppet to be toyed and played with. He’s not sure how the weird girl with the telekinetic powers had been able to pull him back, but she had. She brought him back to you.

He thanks El in person two weeks later once he’s discharged from the hospital. The threat of infection had still been high, so the doctors wanted to keep him for observation to make sure nothing festered. Given the all clear, he asks you to take him to see El.

He sweeps her in a hug that pulls her feet off the floor, and her skinny arms circle his neck, hands rubbing gently as he buries his face in her hair. It’s touching, and more than once you have to discretely wipe your eye. He murmurs thank you, thank you, thank you to her and she simply smiles back when he puts her down.

Then he looks to you, eyes brimming with love and affection, and it’s as if everything falls into place.

#billy hargrove drabble #st3 spoilers #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove fluff

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mysticaltigersorceress · 4 years

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For both my gorls: 8, 23, 24, 29, 37, 38, 39, 41, 42, 51, 54, 61, 65, 66? uwu :lovesick:

lol this took so long, so all of them be under the cut :peepolove:

8. How does your OC talk/what does your OC's voice sound like?

Renna has a lower pitched voice (contralto for u music nerds), and while she tends to be very sassy, also talks very formally. (Except in the whole honorifics aspect. In Japanese, the only person she’d give an honorific to would probably be Haven, and maybe a few others in… tense situations.) *cough* she also tends to speak very… eloquently… when she’s drunk. RIP anyone who does not have a dictionary on them. (Accent wise, I’d give her a British accent, I know there are different kinds, but like standard BBC)

Haven’s voice is a bit higher (soprano range), and usually talks very casually, though she is a normal amount of respectful toward strangers. When she isn’t thinking about it, she tends to squish all her words into weird contractions. ‘I wish y’all coulda seen tha!’ … so basically I’m giving her my way of irl talking. So, American mountain west accent?

23. Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Renna usually keeps people at a distance. Usually. Somehow Haven wormed her way in, but that’s not the point. Renna tends to be around criminals

Haven surrounds herself with people she thinks are good. Just because they’re technically a criminal doesn’t mean they are bad. She loves to be around average people, though she has to be careful to not get them in trouble by association. So Revolutionaries? Check! Whitebeard? Double check!! All these other fantastic people the government do not approve of? ALL THE CHECKS! (There are also a few marines she likes in theory but can’t ever really see because they’d have to bring her in.)

24. Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

Imma start with Haven this time. This child *sobs* has gone through so much crap, and yet, doesn’t really have it in her to hate anyone. Now, there are a few people she would avoid if at all possible. Akainu and [a made up marine rear admiral I have yet to name] are at the top of that list and if she truly hated anyone, it would be these two. She does seriously dislike Caesar Clown (she met him at some point before he was arrested) and actually, she’d probably be able to cross into that border of hate when she finds out what his experiments were after he left the WG.

Now Renna, hmm where should I start? She feels a lot of anger where Haven doesn’t, so Akainu and [stupid rear admiral?], oh yeah, she’ll decapitate them if she gets a chance. She hates sexual predators and sex offenders, and their apologists and defenders. She also hates the Celestial Dragons, and anyone else who supports the slave trade. So Doflamingo? Fuck that guy, and anyone who works for him. All those are personal, but in general, the thing she hates most are people who are lazy and take credit from others.

29. What is your OC's level of education?

Renna has the OP equivalent of a PHD, cuz she is a doctor. (Might not technically have her license anymore, but yk.)

Haven didn’t attend any sort of school, ever. However, she was taught about botany to help her with using her DF, so she does have a bit of vocational training?

37. What is your OC's biggest dream?

Renna didn’t have a dream of her own for a long time. But when she was older, she realized she did have a dream: to live her life out as she decided, to experiment, try new things, to fail and not have it be a bad thing.

Haven’s biggest dream is to have her bounty poster redacted. If that happened, she could settle down without fearing for her safety. (Also, get that surgery on her hip done.)

38. How does your OC react to and handle stress?

Renna handles stress very well most of the time. Half the crew bleeding out and the other half being dumbasses? *SMACK* here’s the instructions, don’t back talk or I’ll break your other arm too. Sometimes though, if she’s more emotionally invested, then she might not handle it as well. She generally folds inward though to handle the stress, gets quiet and a bit nonverbal. (Won’t talk unless absolutely necessary.) When she’s anxious, bites her lip a lot too.

Haven has two ways to handle stress; procrastinate feeling it, or hysterically laugh it off. Or both. For the first option, it’s usually when she’s in a fight scenario; can’t deal it rn, so she’ll just cry when she finally has time to stop and process it all. Laughing about it? That happens when she’s feeling anxious but cannot do a single thing to change that fact. Anxious for no reason? Just starts laughing in the middle of the street, and people think she’s crazy. She also tends to get very twitchy when she’s anxious as well.

39. How does your OC handle anger?

Renna is very used to keeping all her emotions under check, so even when she’s upset about something, she just keeps it to herself. To blow off steam, how she’ll handle it will depend on the options she has. If she’s on an island, if she can find a piano in a bar to play at, she’ll do that for a few hours. If not, she’s going to find the first people she deems scum and beat them to a bloody pulp. However very occasionally, she will lash out, and that just means a lot of yelling, but that is a very rare thing for her.

Haven doesn’t get angry very often. If she’s upset about something, she’s going to go distract herself until she can think about it clearly. She’ll often seek out performers to watch them, or go wander around in gardens/fields/forests, anywhere she can be close to plants and away from people. But when Haven truly gets angry, well if you’ve heard the saying: “Demons run when a good man woman goes to war.”

41. What is your OC's greatest fear?

Renna: Eels. Also, her ex-fiance.

Haven: Akainu and [unnamed rear admiral].

42. What makes your OC happy?

Renna: Learning new songs on the piano. Also, pretending to be losing in a fight only to turn the tables on them last minute.

Haven: Making someone else happy, flowers, singing. Also, attending performances of different kinds. Dance? Music? Acrobatics? Theatre? All wonderful.

51. What are some of your OC's morals?

Renna: Taking advantage of others work is wrong, put forth your own work and effort. Taking away another's freedom is abhorrent. You are under no obligation to save your enemies/those who would spitefully use you. Sexually harassing/assaulting someone is one of the worst crimes in her book. (Abusing another for your own pleasure.)

Haven: Taking away someone’s freedom is wrong, as is using others for your own agenda without their consent. Mercy is something that should always be granted, unless they have proven in the past that they will bite the hand that fed them. You should help others whenever you are able. Don’t regret anything you do unless it brings harm to another. (I guess unless you meant to harm them.)

54. Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

Renna would claim to think with her head, and frequently she does. But, she does frequently make impulsive decisions, so :tpose:

Haven usually thinks with her heart, but it rarely leads her astray. She is fairly emotionally intuitive, and trusts her instincts and impressions. Over thinking things just gets in the way.

61. What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

Renna: Cold, aloof, fierce, calculating.

Haven: Kind, soft-spoken, air-headed, welcoming.

65. What is your OC's favorite drink?

Renna: Fruit/herb infused water, rose wine.

Haven: Peach tea

66. What is your OC's favorite food?

Renna: Cinnamon Rolls, Blueberries, Blueberry Cinnamon Rolls

Haven: Chocolate muffins

#asked #ask game #haven #renna #my ocs #one piece ocs #one piece #mvchat

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cheddar-the-dog · 5 years

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Run, Hide, Fight (Show Me Going)

around two days after the active shooter situation in Brooklyn Heights Hotel Rosa wakes up from a nightmare that she soon realizes was not a nightmare at all

this is for @vernonfielding on tumblr and based of the general prompt of “Rosa’s POV from Show Me Going or post-ep. What went down? Did she ever talk to anyone about it after?” I was excited about receiving the prompt because I was already working on exactly that thing!! I really hope you like it 💛 (it got way more angsty than I ever anticipated it to be) - also a big thank you again for @b99fandomevents for organizing this! And thank you to @darkrosemind for reading over the beginning even though you have a lot of stuff to do rn!

read on ao3

[mention of death, vomiting, ptsd and ptsd flashbacks]

She chokes on air and her body shoots up straight. Her breaths are short and shallow and she can’t get that damn oxygen to enter her lungs.

She’s clawing at the bedsheets, her right hand moving up and then clawing at the skin on her arm, desperate to feel something. Anything.

Her dream felt so real and it’s then she realizes that it was.

Rosa stands in front of the Brooklyn Heights Hotel after all nearby officers were requested to respond to the active shooter situation and it’s not how she saw her day pan out.

That morning she was still furious and angry at Gina for not fixing the toilet on their floor, like she asked her to. She had to go use the bathroom on the floor below her, had a slight altercation with a female beat cop and now she finds herself in this situation.

[[MORE]]

She has never been near enough to respond to an active shooter situation. Never had anything to lose either.

”Diaz, 3118, show me going”, she requests before the reality of the situation sets in. She might die today. She might die, she might die, she is going to die.

”3118, I have you going”, the response comes almost immediately. It’s then that someone updates her on what happened so far. Two shooters, possibly three. Multiple wounded. Three dead. All civilians. It’s a hostage situation on top of it all.

Bile rises up in her throat and Rosa hauls herself out of bed just in time to throw up into the shower. Her pulse quickens as her back hits the shower wall hard and then she’s sliding to the ground. Falling to the ground in a mess of tears and vomit and panic and sweat and fear.

Her cheeks come in contact with the cold tile floor and her sight becomes hazy and unfocused.

Everything after being sent inside is blurred into one big mess. She remembers turning off her phone, the messages and phone calls already piling up. She remembers ignoring them, stuffing her phone into a pocket close to her body.

Someone assigns her a group and she follows blindly. They’re supposed to check the second floor, then the third. And everything is clear.

Until it’s not and an officer gets shot right in front of her.

Rosa screams like she would have done in that moment.

She doesn’t know if it’s the shock or what else but she is frozen in place. She doesn’t scream, instead just stops in her tracks and stares because the officer that’s been shot looks an awful lot like Amy.

Why didn’t she see that before?

She can’t tear her eyes away but there’s so much blood she feels like she’s drowning in it and suddenly her body moves to touch the officer’s face but she’s being held back. “Diaz, we have to move on!”

Amy!

It’s like she’s forgotten that she’s seen Amy just hours prior. Amy, who tried fixing the fourth floor toilet and forcing Gina to be part of it. Amy, who hugged her in her toilet water soaked shirt. Amy, who might have even cried a few tears.

Rosa’s eyes fly open and with the remainder of her energy she crawls back into her bedroom, blindly searching for her phone lost in her sheets. As soon as she finds it she dials Amy’s number.

“Rosa?”, the younger woman’s voice appears after only two rings. Rosa doesn’t answer. She allows herself to cry instead.

The tears come silently first.

“Are you okay, Rosa?”

They turn into heaving sobs fast. And then screaming again as the picture of the dead officer forces itself into her mind again.

‘Amy is alive!’, she reminds herself but at the same time it’s telling her that Amy is most definitely dead.

The detective’s body is mourning for someone who is most definitely not dead yet, who she is on the phone with right that second.

‘Amy is alive!’, she reminds herself. Again and again and again. Still, the picture of the dead officer is burnt into her memory, leaving a bitter aftertaste.

Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive.

“I’m coming over!”, Amy exclaims as Rosa darts back into the bathroom, throwing up into her shower once again.

They move on, one of the men in her group reporting that one officer is down. 9238. Warwick. They don’t encounter the shooter again, but the picture of Amy bleeding out in front of her eyes is seared into her memory forever.

Then everything goes black.

When she comes to, cold fingertips are stroking her cheek and feel her temperature on her forehead. Rosa feels like she can’t open her eyes, so she doesn’t.

“Rosa”, Amy’s voice breaks through the haziness of her mind and she’s not sure if she’s playing tricks on herself. Amy’s dead. Alive but dead but alive.

But dead.

She opens her eyes and the young sergeant comes into view.

Alive. Dead. Alive.

Rosa feels the panic rising up again. Like poison ivy that’s feeding off the darkness inside of her ever since she had to go to prison. Like poison ivy that wants to burst through her rib cage and swallow her whole. Like poison ivy that crawls up her throat and wants to always go up up up through her mouth and nose and eyes.

“You’re - you’re dead”, Rosa graves between heavy tears, burning hot on her cheeks as oxygen is once again unable to enter her lungs and the poison ivy is feeding off the used air inside of her.

“Rosa”, Amy takes her hand but all of Rosa’s limbs feel numb and she feels paralyzed. Frozen. “I’m here. You’re here. We’re both alive.” The voice, Amy (Rosa has to remind herself), pauses and then “you’re not in there anymore. You are in your apartment and it’s 5 in the morning. You are in your bathroom. And we are both alive.”

She doesn’t know how long it takes but when she doesn’t see the dead Amy-not-Amy in front of her anymore, doesn’t feel her dying right in front of her eyes, she’s dressed in fresh clothing and laying in bed.

And Amy is holding her.

“The officer that’s been shot”, Rosa whispers so quietly that Amy was sure if she wasn't holding her breath she would not hear it, “she looked like you. And in my mind she was you.”

Amy pulls the exhausted body closer, hands going through Rosa’s locks, lightly scraping her skull. “I’m alive”, she reassures the detective.

The sergeant gets up and Rosa can make out the distant voice of the younger woman, suspecting she’s on a call right now.

When Amy returns and crawls back under the covers Rosa’s mind registers the time.

“You need to get up, Amy”, she tells the sergeant but Amy shakes her head, one arm outstretched, offering the safety of her embrace.

“I called in sick, Holt understands”, she explains sleepily.

Rosa considers this for a second and then inches closer so Amy can wrap her arm around her body.

And for the first time in the last 48 hours, Rosa finally falls into a peaceful slumber herself.

#b99famdomevents #b99 summer 2019 fic exchange #vernonfielding #shit ell writes #mention of death #mention of vomiting #ptsd #ptsd flashbacks #long post

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askthetotallynotsquad · 5 years

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*sneezes on michael* pls become more sick and die rn

ACT 1

Jeremy: *sobs* NO STOP

Rich: I fEeL iRrEllIveNt iLl jUsT LeAVe *puts gun up to head*

Jeremy: RICH NONONONO *hugs him*

Rich: wth mAn iM trYinG ro leT u aNh mIcheal bE alOne *still has gun up to head*

Jeremy: Rich please stop. I love youuuuuu- PLATONICALLY

Rich: wEll tO bAD *moves gun to stomach and pulls trigger*

Jeremy: Rich-

Rich: sh-shit that w-was a bad idea wasn’t it..*starts bleeding* f-fuck

Michael: omg rich!!! *speed dials 911*

Rich: hah.. *coughs up blood* t-thit

Michael: rICH YOU GOTTA BREATHE PLEASE

Rich: *coughs more* o-ok god well… nice kn-nowin ya…. *tries to breathe*

Michael: uM THINK ABOUT JAKE??

Rich: h-heh *smiles a bit and coughs more*

Jake: oMG RICH??? *sobs* DUDE BRO??

Rich: *hugs* i-its ok… *dies some more* ou-uch…

Jake: omg omg omg ok bro dude you’ll be fine right?? it’s like the fire??? you’ll be fine???

Rich: y-yeah…. *passes out from so much blood loss*

Hospital people: OMG!! QUICK GET HIM IN THE VEHICLE FOR THE HEALTH!!

Heath vehicle people: *throws rich in the heath vehicle*

Jake: *intense sobbing*

Rich: *passes out still*

Heath vehicle people: *gets in front of health vehicle about to drive*

Jake: *stops the health vehicle* let me go with my bf pls

Heath vehicle people: sure why not kid don’t kill him though or else we will lose some money

Jake: *cartwheels into the heath vehicle with rich* babe omg awaken pls

Rich: *tumbles on over to Jake and hugs him still passed out*

Jake: omg rich ily bab *kiss*

All the healthy bros working at that heath place: *fixes rich*

(1 hour later)

Rich: *wakes up*

Jake: *hugs rich* omg babe you almost died I missed you

Rich: *hugs tighter* i-im ok *smiles*

Jake: *all the kisses* please don’t do that again rich

Rich: I won’t d-don’t worry *still shaking a bit*

Jake: *breaks the health place rules and lays next to rich bc he needs all the hugs*

Rich: *hugs* your great

Jake: *kisses our favorite short boy on the nose* so are you

Rich: *cuddles*

Jake: *gently cuddles and whispers v nice things to rich*

Rich: *falls asleep cuddling jake*

Nice classic time skip

Jake: *carries rich to Rich’s house*

Rich’s mom: WHAT’S THIS RICH

Rich: *wakes up* NOTHING MOM

Rich’s dad: I THOUGHT U WERE TO MUCH OF A LOSER TO HAVE FRIENDS

Rich: *sobs a bit* y-yes dad I am..

Jake: rich it’s okay— *plays with Rich’s hair bc our boy* it’ll be okay

Rich’s mom: EXCUSE ME CHILD BUT WHY ARE YOU HARASSING MY SERVANT

Rich: *sobs*

Rich’s dad: QUIT CRYING YOU PIECE OF SHIT

Rich: *holds back tears* yes dad

Rich’s dad: CALL ME SIR

Rich: yes sir…

Jake: *angry Jake pulls a jake* eXCUSE ME SHITHEADS BUT WHY ARE YOU HARRASSING MY BOYFRIEND BC IF YOU DO I WILL SLAP A BITCH OR TWO

ACT 2

Rich: *clings onto jake*

Rich’s dad: SERVANT WHAT IS THIS PEASANT TALKING ABOUT

Rich’s mom: ARE YOU GAY!!!! *pulls out shotgun about to shoot jake*

Rich: *v v v scared* —- MOM NO

Rich’s mom: WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU BITCH

Rich: b-because I love him!!!!

Jake: *shields rich bc oh no*

Rich’s mom: *boom boom tries to shoot rich but oh damn she shoots jake*

Rich’s dad: good job wife you killed it

Rich’s mom: yeah

Jake: *passed out oops*

Rich: WHAT THE FUCK MOM *starts sobbing* YOU ARE ALL FUCKING BATHSTARDS AND IF I COULD YOU WOULD BE DEAD BY NOW *v sob* stay with me Jake… it’s ok….

Rich’s mom: FUCK U *trys to shoot rich but has no bullets* SHIT

Rich’s dad: LET’S GET OUT BEFORE THE COPS COME!!

(Rich’s parents run away)

Rich: s-stay with me… *calls 911*

Jake: *jake wakes up a little* I’m f-fine— rich I’ll be fine— *passes out again*

Rich: *screams to 911* GOD FUCKING DAMNIT HELP ME *starts sobbing over jake*

(Health vehicle people arrive)

Heath vehicle people: ugh u agian. Get him in the heath vehicle u are not coming

Rich: *slowly pulls out gun* do You wanna be the next one in the health vehicle?

Health vehicle people: OK YOU CAN COME JEEZ…

Healthy health people: *fix jake*

29 hours later

Jake: *jake awake* rich-?

Rich: *jumps-ish onto jake* I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD *happy sobs*

Jake: oW- *hugs rich weakly sksksk* I told you I’d be okay— *haha weak laugh*

Rich: *hugs tightly telling Jake jokes*

Jake: you’re so small and perfect… *boops Richard Goranski Bc that’s the tea*

Rich: *crosses eyes for a moment and blushes* your perfect too

Jake: I wanna sleep—- *woah Jake falls asleep*

Wreck it Ralph thanos hobo guy: *fortnite dances in* hey kids want a beverage *gives rich a “perfectly normal” drink* I’m a healthy health bro so you can trust me ok bye

Rich: ooooo drinks *drinks the drink* wait. This is.

Wreck it Ralph thanos hobo guy: MTN DEW >:)

ACT 3

Rich: *starts screaming and rolling around on the ground and overall dying*

Jake: *screams and wakes up to his bf having a seizure omg* rich?? babe??? bro??? are you okay??? *panic panic panic*

Rich: AWUHHDHXNHRNCJDBJSNWKDNEONCIENXLWNDOCNEKCNIENCJDBDJSMLAHHBSHHhHHhHHHhhhhh *rolls around holding head* H-HELP JAKE HELP…!.! A..A.AJHhh d9g xhdhxudnkshJHHJDHDBIDNRIEW

Jake: rich- Richard what’s wrong?? Tell me please- talk to me— what’s wrong-

Wreck it Ralph thanos hobo guy: *yeets himself out the window*

Rich: *stops screaming* hhh….* turns to jake crying and sweating* i-its back jake… it’s back.. *has a panic attack and moves closer to jake* j-jake it’s b-back *keeps crying*

Jake: rich- rich come here- it’s going to be alright- I love you babe- *kisses rich on the top of his head bc our boy*

Rich: *cuddles up to jake still sobbing a bit and shaking*

Squip(dark Kermit): OK first order of buisness. Ditch this goon.

Rich: WH-what!! Never!! *still sobbing and holds onto jake tightly*

Jake: *hugs onto rich tightly* it’ll be okay—- I’m here— you’re okay-

Dark Kermit: disgusting. You seriously want this… thing? Nah- go for… chloe?

Rich: n-no!!! He'th amazing!!!

Dark Kermit: mutters- optic nerve blocking on- fine. We’ll have to do this the hard way.

Rich: j-JAKE!! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH JAKE!!

Jake: Rich? Why’re you yelling- it’s okay-

Dark Kermit: STOP WITH THE LISP! Jesus… you’re such a bad person.

Rich: *sobs* i-im not that bad…

Dark Kermit: why would this hooligan hang around you if you aren’t bad

Rich: HE'TH BEAUTIFUL!!

Dark Kermit: yeah, just like you right?

Rich: … *silently crys* i-im not- not that bad……… im not b-bad..

Dark Kermit: your terrible. The lisp make you worse. And this whippersnapper. He makes you terrible. Cut him off

Jake: rICH? RICH THIS ISN’T FUNNY. TALK TO ME-

Rich: WAIT WHERE DID JAKE GO- JAKE WHERE ARE YOU!! WHAT HAPPENED!! JAKE DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE….. don’t leave me alone….

Jake: *hugs rich* I’m right here— I’m here-

Dark Kermit: ew push him off you

Rich: I-i can feel you i just can’t thee you… Kermit heth…. I can’t thee you please….. just…. *sobs*

Jake: I’m here- that’s all that matters- I’m here- it’s okay *all the kisses* lemme call up my homie Michael *calls up his homie michael*

Michael: yeah sup

Jake: I need mtn dew red

Michael: yeah come to my house

Jake: why

Michael: I’m comfortable

Jake: fine

Rich: d-don’t leave me!!!!! *moves around trying to find jake* don’t leave me!! *tears up*

Jake: I’m going to pick you up, okay babe? *bOOM picks up rich bridal style bc owo* *runs on over to his homie Michael’s house* MICHAELLLLL

Michael: I’m in my room, bitch

Rich: *clings onto jake*

Dark Kermit: ok I’m back from japan and my spa. What’s been happ- OH MY GOD YOURE IN THHE PRESENCE OF TWO LOSERS! GET OUT OF THERE.

Jake: *runs to our homie michaels room*

Dark Kermit: im done *starts to take control of rich’s legs

Rich: *clings onto jake tighter* he’s gonna t-take control *starts moving legs trying to get up* j-jAKE DON’T LET ME GO WHATEVER YOU DO WHATEVER I SAY DON’T LET GO OF ME *clings tighter*

Jake: *hugs rich tighter sksksk*

Dark kermit: jfc this is boring uh—- *makes rich punch Jake in the nose* thereee

Jake: *gasp-* ow— oW *cries*

Rich: I’M SORRY *sobs* I DIDN’T MEAN TO *sobs a lot and clings onto jake v tightly* PLEASE DON’T LET ME GO…. u-unless I hurt you agian…. I don’t want y-you getting hurt *v sob v sad*

Dark Kermit: *makes rich kick Jake in the ribs bc this is the tea* hah hah hah

Jake: ooWwww *drops rich and doubles over bc ow pain*

Michael’s first mom: Michael your friends are here!

Michael’s second mom: Michael your friends are fighting!

Rich: I-IM SO SORRY I-

Dark Kermit: *makes rich y’all ooo the tea*

“Rich”: I hate you ew you’re gross go die

Jake: rich??? that- that’s mean…

Michael: CAN YOU GUYS KEEP IT DOWN IM TRYNA FIND THE MTN DEW— AND WATCH HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

Rich: i- I didn’t mean it it was the squip I swear!!!!! Please just find the mtn dew.. I can’t hurt you anymore…. *single tear*

Dark Kermit: mmm nahhh

“Rich”: just leave omg I’m lying to you. I’ve always hated you, douche. Go die—

Jake: riCHARD!

Michael’s mom pt. 1: Michael who do you hang out with?!

Michael’s mom pt. 2: Do we need to have a talk??

Michael: CAN EVERYONE SHUT UP?!

Rich: i…. i

Dark Kermit: you’re so bad at this

“Rich”: just leave. Leave!!

Michael’s moms pts 1&2: this is like a soap opera omg

Michael: Jesus why is my room a mess..-

Jake: rich please stop…

Rich: I’M TRYING!! *sobs* HE'TH TAKING OVER…

Michael: bAM FOUND IT *michael makes an entrance dododo* here— *shoves that tasty mtn dew red down Rich’s throat*

Jake: riCH?

Rich: *still sobbing* he- he'th gone…. *hugs jake* I’M SO SORRY… ALL OF THAT WAS NOT TRUE I-I DON’T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME

Jake: it’s okay… it’s okay… I’m here… *hugs rich bc he deserves all the hugs*

Michael: can you guys get out of my house bc jere is coming over—

Jake: jfc *picks up rich and kisses his nose uwu* lets go babe

ACT 4

Rich: *holds onto jake* thanks for that… you know.. getting rid of the squip and all for me *kisses Jake bc he is a hero*

Jenna: *has filmed entire thing from ACT 1 to act 3* heh heh heh heh >:)

Jake: I love you so much babe- *all the kisses sksksksksk*

Jenna: *still filming all this hot tea*

Rich: I love u to :) *so much of the kisses*

Jenna: *stops film* YO GAYS

Rich: *turns around* thit-

Jake: oh- um- *lets go of rich* hiii jennaaaaa———

Jenna: look what i got *holds up camera*

Rich: no no no no no no no it’s not what it looks like…

Jenna: OK so I’ll go tell Madeline Jake is single then ok?

Rich: —————–JAKE IS MINE

Jake: Jenna, what’re you going to do with that recording? *hugs rich bc iconic*

Jenna: oh idk, defiantly NOT show the school… yeah! Because I want to not be cool. Sure…. NO. I am showing EVERYONE!!

Rich: *hides behind Jake scared*

Jake: J-Jenna! You wouldn’t do that- right?? Right??

Jenna: Yes I would! In fact, I already shared it with clohe, Brooke, and Madeline! They will share will share with evreyone else since they are v popular.

Rich: *continues hiding behind jake*

Jake: *hugs rich close to himself*

Chloe: *screeches and jumps outta tree* oH MY GOD!!! THAT IS SO GAY!

Rich: *hugs Jake sobbing* why do we have to c-come out by gossip…

Jake: *rubs Rich’s back* it’ll be okay, babe. I’m here… *kisses Rich’s head bc my sons*

Jenna: this will be the talk of the school tomorrow! I can’t wait!

Rich: i-i don’t wanna be cool anymore… *hugs Jake tighter*

Jake: shhh… it’s okay…

WOW LOOK THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL

Bully McGee: *slides on over to Rich’s dms and life tbh* hey gay. you’re gay. haha dummy

Rich: ……. *moves closer to jake*

Jake: *punches bully mcgee* go away.

Jenna: oh it’s my second favorite gays! How are you two?

Rich:(sarcasm alert) oh you know, bullied here, getting called a faggot there. Good times, good times. *leans on Jake*

Jake: *kisses rich on the nose* Stop being so angry *laughs*

Madeline: *stomps on over to jakey d and rich* jAKE. HOW COULD YOU DATE ME, AND THEN JUST THINK YOU CAN CONVERT TO A FAG? I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU.

Jake: Madeline- calm down-

Madeline: NO. I WILL NOT. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME. *sLAPS JAKE BC TEA* *sassily walks away*

Jake: *cries* I didnt mean to hurt anyone…

ACT 5

Rich: thes a bitch jake, don’t let that get to you *hugs jake* if it makes you feel any better, you know I love you *smiles*

Jake: mhm… *digs his face into Rich’s hair bc wow*

Hobo’s cousin: hey bitches it’s me 😏 who wants a nice quality tic tac

Rich: no thanks I’m good

Jake: idk gimme one *inhales a tic tac*

Hobos cousin: oh yeah take mtn dew *shoves it down jake’s throat*

Jake: *intense screaming*

Rich: JAKE ARE YOU OK *holds jake*

Jake: rich- babe- th-there’s a man behind you— he’s— scary— *cuddles into rich* rich I’m scared— what happened???

Live action squidward (SQUIP): why the fuck is this short little asshole touching you ew

Jake: uH?

Rich: *holds Jake tighter bc he’s special* i-its ok dude…i think it’s a thquip…

Jake: *sobs into Rich’s shoulder* I want it to be gone- it’s- it’s scary- and mean-

Squidward: ew you make me want to poop

Jake: *screaming*

Jenna: wow this is tea *films Jake literally dying*

Rich: *plays with his hair to calm him down* i-its ok bro it’s fine I got u man… (in his head: THIS IS NOT FINE)

Jake: *sits on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest* rich— I’m scared—

Squidward: hi I’m a robot beeply booply

Rich: Its ok bb i got u.. *sits next to Jake pulling him closer*

Squidward: what does this fag think he’s doing. Get him away he might give you rabies

Jake: *hugs into rich* go away squidward—

Squidward: *makes Jake push rich away* there you go

“Jake”: what am I doing? I should be with Madeline

Rich: w-what…?

Squidward: hehehheheh

“Jake”: yeah! YOU DO realize no one likes you right? You just a flat out loser. I can’t belive I Dated you

Rich: n-no… it’s the thquip… *starts to cry*

“Jake”: no, this is just me. Plain. Old. Jake.

Squidward: nice job me! Well thank you me

Jake: rich I- *BAM the squip shuts off his vocal chords bc omg tea*

Squidward: I am just so good at this

Rich: you what….

Squidward: heh heh heh

“Jake”: I hate you.

Rich: o-oh yeah cool….. *looks away crying*

Jake: *starts sobbing and hugs rich*

Squidward: hehehe 😎😎

Rich: t-thorry for being alive….

Squidward: look what you did to your friend. You’re such an asshole

Jake: *intense sobbing and shaking*

“Jake”: you should be sorry. you’re the ugliest, stupidest, worst person I’ve ever met. your short and you have a lisp which is ugly af

Rich: F-FINE I N-NEVER LIKED U ANYWAYS… *runs to Jake’s house sobbing and shaking*

Squidward: *BAM wow look Jake can talk again*

Jake: RICH WAIT- *sONIC RUNS AFTER RICH* RICH STOP I DIDN’T MEAN IT- IT WASN’T ME-

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