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dantakeyoman · 10 months

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𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐒𝐈𝐗

"They think they can muscle me out a rumble?" You panted, running through the streets of your neighborhood like a mad-woman, "They musta forgot who I was."

Breaking out of the hospital, you felt like you were something out of a Bond movie, all you needed was the bow tie.

You changed into a tank top and some jean shorts right before the nurses switched their shift, and then you made your move.

You grabbed Johnny's jacket and quickly ran next door, waiting a few seconds before walking out as if you were a visitor.

One of the new nurses reprimanded you, telling you that visiting hours were over, so you nodded and walked out the joint a free woman.

So now here you were, sprinting towards the vacant lot through the pouring rain, the divide of Greasers and Socs in sight.

And your favorite greased mop of hair standing front and center, right next to Ponyboy.

"Don't you know a rumble ain't a rumble without me!" You smiled, jumping on top of a car and jumping down, a Soc throwing the first punch at Pony.

Both sides went wild.

"(y/n/n)?!" Johnny exclaimed, turning around and running towards you.

A random blonde ran towards you, thinking you were easy pickings, but you planted your foot and high kicked him in the face with the heel of your boot, knocking him out cold.

Johnny'd be a liar if he said he didn't find that impossibly hot.

"Hey, Johnnycake," you smiled, still panting, "Didn't miss me too much, didya?"

"Ain't chu supposed to be at the hospital? They let you out early?" He asked, the two of you going back to back and socking these two twins in the face.

"Nah," you shook your head, grabbing the guy by his collar and throwing him to the ground, kicking him in the face, "I staged a prison break. Tricked a nurse into thinkin' I was a visitor."

"Of course ya did," he sighed with a smile, punching another oncoming guy.

Just then, it started raining cats and dogs, and a Soc slipped and fell in front of you, a smirk growing on your face as you crouched down and landed a punch on his jaw, knocking him out.

But another Soc took the opportunity to grab you by your hair, yolking you up from behind.

So you threw your head back as hard as you could, dazing him enough for him to loosen his grip and let you to squirm out.

You whipped around and punched him in the face, him doing the same, but you ate it and landed a two piece on him, knocking him down.

You grabbed him by the collar of his sweater, landing two more punches, before he decided to scramble away.

"Watch yourself, (y/n/n)!" Johnny ran over, punching away a guy that was running up to kick you in the face.

You quickly got up, kicking the guy in the balls, before turning to Johnny, out of breath.

"Thanks," you smiled.

"No mention it," he smiled at, "You doin' okay?"

"Yeah, I'm-." You quickly shoved him down, leaning over his back to punch an incoming Soc that was trying to get the jump on him.

Johnny stood upright, the Soc landing a punch on him, before Johnny hit him with a one-two.

Another Soc came over, tackling you to the ground and punching you in the face, though it didn't really phase you none.

Bare-fisted punches you could take, but ringed ones were a different breed.

You grabbed his cheeks, slamming the heels of your palms on his ears before going ham on his face, scratching and clawing like your life depended on it.

His let out a hiss of pain and threw himself off of you, you taking your chance and giving his stomach the preacher's elbow.

Another one grabbed you, lifting you off his pal and socking you in the stomach, good.

You gasped, quickly trying to catch your breath but he landed another, and then another.

'Fuck!'

You slammed your heel on his foot, snapping around and punching him while he was distracted.

You sent a knee straight to his core, hooking a leg around his ankle and making him fall to the ground, kicking him in the stomach a couple times to finish him off.

Panting and out of breath, you looked around frantically, trying to find Johnny in the crowd, only to realize that the Socs numbers were dropping fast, and most of them were running back to their mustangs.

Two stragglers on their way out tried to get their licks in on you, but you kicked one in the balls, kneeing the other one in the stomach, and then kicked them both in the face when they fell to the floor.

But they still managed to scramble away, them being the final ones left, and the entirety of the Greasers side went up with cheers and howls of victory.

And you were able to finally spot your favorite greasy mop of hair in the crowd.

"We did it, Johnny!" You exclaimed, running over and jumping into his arms.

"We sure did, (y/n/n)," he panted, catching you and holding you tight, stroking your hair.

You grinned, pulling back and resting your forehead on his, "Wanna go back to mine an' get cleaned up?"

He grinned right back, "You betcha."

Johnny put you down with a smile and took your hand, running off with you close behind, trying to escape before anyone noticed you were gone.

"My brother's gonna kill me," you snickered, shaking your head as you thought about how blue he'd turn while yelling at you.

"Kill you?" Johnny scoffed, "He's gonna skin me!"

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Damn Socs," you grumbled, roughly wiping off the tip of your shoe with a rag, "Got their blood all over my favorite pair of boots."

Johnny chuckled, throwing on one of (b/n/n)'s old shirts, "Wouldn't have happened if you ain't love kickin' 'em so much."

The two of you had got back to yours, taking a couple quick showers and dressing your wounds before finally relaxing.

"Kickin' 'em is the only way to make sure they stay down. They're like cockroaches, they always get back up again," you smiled, putting it down and standing up from your vanity, plopping yourself on the bed.

"I heard that," he sighed, sitting down with you, "I didn't notice one of 'em get back up and he gave me this."

He pointed to his left eye, which had a little shiner on it, but nothing too serious.

"I think it makes you look tough," you smirked, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over it, gently.

"Oh, yeah?" He smirked back, pulling you into his lap by your waist, looking up at you like you were the only think in the universe, "You lyin' to me?"

"Never," you chuckled, resting your hands on his shoulders.

You were about to say something else, until you looked down, and noticed the burn scar on his hand, your stomach dropping.

'Right.'

Johnny's eyebrows furrowed, noticing your change in expression, until he realized what you were looking at, and tucked his hand behind his back.

"I told you, it don't hurt none. I promise," he assured, but you ignored him, carefully taking it from behind him and holding it up to inspect.

He gulped at your sudden silence, and suddenly felt hot with anxiety as your eyes raked over him, his every feature seeming to be put under a magnifying glass under your gaze.

Did you notice something you didn't like? Were you gonna kick him out?

But much to his surprise, you slowly brought his hand up to your lips, pecking a long, feather-light kiss on the wound before placing his hand on your cheek, resting yours right over his.

"When we were out in the field near the church, and we broke the kiss, you were gonna say somethin' before Ponyboy interrupted," you started, your eyes peering into his soul, "What were you gonna say to me?"

Johnny flushed, his mouth going dry and throat closing up.

He couldn't say it now. Could he? Would that be weird? He didn't wanna be weird.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out, and you made it even worse when you turned your head, kissing the heel of his palm while still keeping complete eye contact.

Johnny bit the inside of his cheek, fighting back any sound as he felt that familiar throb in his pants.

The things you do to him.

"Use your words, Johnny," you cooed, leaning in closer, "Tell me what you were gonna say."

The poor boy felt like a dam that was about to burst, like at any moment he would explode and just completely spill his guts to you.

The influence of you was overwhelming, and he felt like he would do anything you asked if you told him to in that honey-laced tone.

"Please...Johnnycake~"

He broke.

The throb intensified, and he tightened his grip on your hips to keep himself grounded.

"I love you, (y/n/n). I think I love you more than I loved anythin'," he caved, looking up at you starry eyed, "I love you so much you make my chest bleed. Baby, you don't know how long I've wanted you."

He rested his forehead on yours, his breathing picking up pace.

"I wanna be around you all the time, 'cause you make me feel like I'm higher than the clouds. I wanna touch on ya, and hug ya, and hold you close to me, 'cause you're the only one I want," he rambled, his grip tightening even more.

"And, oh, God, when I saw you in that fire, you scared me so bad. I thought I'd never be happy again. You wouldn't say nothin' and everyone was thinkin' the worse and I just...I dunno."

You noticed he was getting himself more worked up, so you slid your hand under his shirt, resting it on top of his heart.

It was going a mile a minute.

His breath calmed almost instantly, and his eyes rested on you intently, waiting for you to say something.

"Johnny Cade," you smiled, sinking on your knees so you were at eye level, "I love you....so much you'd be surprised. You make me feel calm, and protected, and I feel like I could talk to you about anything. I don't know what I'd do with myself without you in my life."

He looked surprised, almost shocked, at your confession. As if he'd never believe you had the words not come straight from your mouth.

"I want you, Johnnycake," you finished, touching noses as you gave him your darkest bedroom eyes.

His face went crimson, and he could feel the heat stretching all the way from the tips of his ears, to the base of his neck.

Was this really happening? Was this another one of his dreams? Was this one of his daydreams, and he was really sitting in at the Nightly Double with you, watching some stupid, beachy movie?

"But I need to make sure that you want this with me," you added, "I don't want you to regret it."

...

Were you joking?

"God, I need you, (y/n/n)," he sighed, resting his face in the crook of your neck and peppering the area with kisses, "I need this with you. I want it with you."

You smiled, and without hesitation, threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss.

He groaned into it as you tugged at his hair, tilting his head and pulling you close to deepen it.

Your lips molded together as tongues danced, teeth fought, and breathy moans filled each other's mouths.

Johnny pulled back first, hiking you up higher on his lap so he had better access to your neck, his lips already attaching to the available flesh, sucking small, dark circles.

You bit your lip, gripping the hair at the base of his neck and allowing your head to lull back as he found a rhythm.

Suck. Lick. Kiss. Repeat. Suck. Lick. Kiss. Repeat.

You especially tightened your grip when he found a certain spot at the column of your throat, a hushed mewl escaping your lips and going straight to his ears, another painful throb going straight through his cock.

"Johnny," you sighed, resting your cheek on his as you slightly pushed him away, reaching for the zipper of his pants.

You wanted to make him feel good, too.

"No way," he stopped, carefully taking your hand in his, "This is about you."

You tried to give him your best pleading eyes, poking out your lip, "But it's your turn..."

And you almost had him, too.

But he toughed it out for your sake.

"Another time," he assured with a smile, placing two kisses on the corners of your mouth.

Moving his hands down from your hips to under your thighs, his tightened his grip, hiking you further before picking you up and walking around to the foot of the bed.

"Now, lay down for me, baby'," he asked, leaning forward to put you down.

You blushed at his sudden confidence boost, but obeyed, allowing yourself to sink back into the comfort of your bed.

Johnny got down on his knees at the foot, carefully pulling you closer by your ankles.

As he slowly pulled down your jeans, he frantically racked his brain to remember conversations that he had with Dally and Steve about this stuff.

How to suck it, what ways to move his tongue, where everything was.

He had to make sure everything was perfect for you.

As he did away with your panties, which were a pretty black lace that he'd save in his mind for later, his eyes went wide at the sight of your core.

You were soaking, and clenching around nothing, not to mention you were making this adorable little face, as if you were embarrassed.

You started to close your legs, but Johnny kept them open, looking up at you with lust blown eyes.

"You have got to be the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he stated, as if he was reciting a known fact.

You flushed, your neck and face burning as you turned away from him, "Johnny..."

No one had ever said that to you before.

Without warning, he slammed his face into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Johnny!" You moaned, frantically grabbing at the bed sheets, trying to find something to ground you.

He swirled his tongue around like a madman, alternating his sucking and licking, your sounds making him groan into you.

What the guys described didn't come anywhere near what it was truly like.

He never knew someone could taste so good, and he never though he'd ever hear those sounds come from you, by his hand.

His dick was now painfully hard in his jeans, and he was physically fighting himself from grinding against the bed, your moans almost daring him to.

But he wanted to save himself for you.

He had to be patient.

Remembering something else Steve said, he slid two fingers into your hole, the way you were clenching around him making his grip on your thighs turn bruising.

"Fuck, Johnny!" You panted, threading your fingers in his hair and pushing his face deeper, throwing your head back at the two sensations, "I'm close...I'm so close."

He continued to suck on your clit, speeding up his fingers as he kept complete eye contact with you, wanting to commit everything about this moment to memory.

You mewled and bucked your hips, tugging and pulling on his hair for purchase, making his groans vibrate through your pussy.

He pushed even further, speeding up his fingers and shoving his head even deeper, your moans now, without a doubt, reaching the neighbor's house.

He finished it off with a curl of his fingers, the tips hitting directly on that soft, spongy spot, making your toes curl and your back arch.

"Johnny!" You whined, finally allowing that coil in your stomach to release, your vision going white as he rode out your high, slowly pumping his fingers until you were back to normal.

He smirked, pulling out his fingers and his face, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh before using his arm to wipe his chin, taking in your fucked out state.

"Did good, didn't I?" He asked cockily, crawling up to meet your face.

"Where on Earth did you learn that?" You panted, turning to him in shock.

Despite that being your first time, you knew good and well that that was way better than normal head.

"I'm a good listener," he teased, pressing a kiss on your lips.

You smiled into it, letting him have his moment, before flipping the two of you over.

"All right, now, prettyboy," you devilishly smirked, pinning his wrists above his head, "My turn."

Fuck.

You pulled his shirt over his head, and propped him up on the headboard before you got to work, trailing kisses and hickeys from his jaw to his collarbone.

"You're so handsome, Johnnycake," you cooed, nibbling at the skin on his pec, making him sigh in pleasure, "So handsome."

You sucked a hickey in that same spot, him giving a tiny twitch.

"Don't tease me, baby," he whined, resting his hand at the base of your neck and pushing you closer to him.

You smiled, giving him a quick kiss before unzipping his pants, pulling them down.

"Take off your boxers for me, Johnnycake," you asked sweetly, tying up your hair and throwing off your shirt, unclasping your bra as well.

He nodded, pulling himself out of the tight confines, quickly trying to hide the stain of pre-cum that lay loud and proud on his red boxers.

Looking at his dick, you went wide eyed, almost in disbelief.

Sure, a part of you knew he wasn't a small guy, but you didn't think he would be that big, either.

'He should be walkin' around like he owns the block.'

"I'm sorry," he apologized, getting nervous under your eyes again.

You turned to him with a warm smile, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"You don't have nothin' to be sorry for, baby," you assured, placing a kiss on his nose, "I just didn't think you'd be so big."

He turned beet red, turning to avoid your eyes.

He didn't think you'd be so blunt.

"We're gonna take it nice and slow, okay?" You stated, carefully taking his dick and lining him up.

He could only nod, the warmth of your hand already taking him places, his grip on your hips tightening.

You took a deep breath, slowly sinking yourself down on the tip, your eyes blowing wide.

"Oh my God~" the both of you moaned, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

You continued to sink at a steady pace, Johnny's grip tightening so much that you knew you'd have marks in the morning.

When you finally bottomed out, the both of you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"All right," you sighed, catching your breath, "Just let me know when it's okay to move."

Johnny was on cloud nine, his head already thrown back as he finally got a chance to feel you.

You were soft, real soft, and oh, so fucking tight that he thought you might suffocate him.

And it didn't help that you were clenching every two seconds, whining and squirming above him.

"Baby, I need ya to stay still or I'm not gonna last," he panted, tucking a stray tuft of hair behind your ear.

"S-Sorry," you mumbled, trying to keep yourself together as you rested your hands on his chest.

He filled you up so much, and all you wanted him to do was to move.

But you wanted to make sure he was comfortable first.

"All right, you can move," he nodded, finally finished prepping himself.

You nodded, slowly lifting yourself off of him, before completely slamming yourself down.

"FUCK!" Johnny moaned, wrapping his arms around you for purchase.

You continued on, lifting and dropping yourself at a faster pace, sending the both of you over the moon.

Your skin slapping echoed through the room, turning you on and making you to go even faster.

"I...fuck...I love you so much, Johnny. Shittt...love you so fuckin' much," you moaned, feeling up all over his chest, throwing your head back.

"You're gonna kill me, baby," Johnny panted, leaning forward to place kisses on your beautiful tits, "I'm so close....fuckkkk...so close. A little bit more."

You used that as motivation, pushing you even harder and faster, now completely lifting off his dick before bouncing back down.

"Fuck!" He moaned, helping move your hips on top of him.

"That's it, I'm gonna-." He felt your pussy flutter around him, and he was gone, pressing you down and letting go with you.

The second you finished, you fell forward into his chest, exhausted.

For both your first times, you think you did pretty all right.

Johnny gave you a tired smile, stroking your hair and placing a kiss on your head.

"I love you, (y/n/n)," he sighed, stroking your hair, "I wantchu to be my girl."

You weakly smiled, nuzzling into his chest, "I am your girl, Johnnycake."

He grinned, laying the both of you down and pulling up the covers.

You turned your back, but he pulled you close by your waist, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face in your neck.

"My girl," he happily muttered, already starting to fall asleep.

You smiled to yourself, settling in your spot before shutting your eyes, taking in a deep breath

You were finally content. You finally had what you had been pining for all these years.

And it felt sweet.

It felt warm.

And listening to his soft snores, you were able to lull asleep, excited to see what tomorrow would bring.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

#johnnycake #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade smut #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader

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multifandomworldsposts · 7 months

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omggg I know he lost in the poll but your HAVEEE to do ponyboy for kinktober🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Day 23 of Kinktober: Running Away With Ponyboy Curtis

Pairing: Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader

Warning: sexual harassment, fighting, unprotected sex,

Y/N’s POV

Ponyboy’s life has been hard since his parents accident, his older brother accusing him in shit that doesn’t involve him, struggling with bills, and the socs.

I’m a soc but I hate a lot of the people who are in the socs, Cherry’s boyfriend Bob, he’s such an asshole to me and of course, the greasers. Some socs are sweet except for some.

One night, Dally, Pony, Johnny, and I went to the drive-in. We go to the seats and I see Cherry with Marcia and I sit next to them. Dallas starts to flirt with Cherry, Johnny, Pony, and I kept on telling Dallas to stop harassing her and of course Dallas ignores us. Eventually Dallas leaves, so Ponyboy and Johnny sits next to us. I feel safe around Pony but a lot of docs say that the greasers are dangerous, I know them some are dangerous but some aren’t and that the gang I know. Dallas comes back with food and drinks, he gives Cherry throws her drink at him and things get heated, Dallas tries to harass her again, Johnny tells him to stop, Dallas gets pissed off and he looked like he was about to beat something or someone but he walked away.

Eventually, the girls, Ponyboy, Two-bit, Johnny and I leave the drive-in and the socs came to us to start trouble.

“Y/N!? What are doing?” Randy says.

“Being with someone who isn’t you guys.” I said.

Bob and Randy look so pissed but Cherry stops them, Cherry tells us we can leave so we leave. Ponyboy takes me home, of course my parents are pissed that I missed my curfew, which it’s fucking stupid.

3 AM

I hear pebbles on my window so I go check who it is and it’s Ponyboy looking upset. I unlock my window and see what’s going on.

“Pony what’s the matter?” I whisper.

“Darry, he hit me. Run away with me.” He says.

“But, what about my parents?” I look behind me.

“I can’t go anywhere without you Y/N/N, please run away with me.” He says.

I look at him, I’m sorry mom and dad, I love you but, Ponyboy needs me. I grab a jacket and Pony catches me from the window and we ran to a park and I see a mustang in the distance, I hope to god it’s not the socs.

I see Bob, Randy, and the other guys I forgot their names walking towards us. Ponyboy protects me from them, shit goes down by Pony almost getting drowned and I almost get sexually assaulted. I get crazy by grabbing a knife and stabbed Bob, I stabbed my best friend’s boyfriend. Pony wakes up and he looks at me with some blood on me and he looks to see Bob dead.

“Y/N, what happened?” Pony asked.

“He tried to kill you and he tried to sexually harass me, so I killed him, I’ve never done this before.” I shakily said.

“We need to get out of here.” He said.

“But where?” I ask.

“I know where to go.” He says.

I believe him. We go to the bar where Dally lives and we tell him everything on what happened a couple hours ago. Dally takes us to his bedroom and he gives us clothes which surprisingly felt so warm. Dal tells us where to go to an abandoned church, so we go to where he said where to go. While we were in the train car, I almost fell asleep in Pony’s arms. He woke me up to tell me we’re at the location where the church is at. I made Pony ask a farmer where the church is and finally got to it. To be honest, I love abandoned places, but I hope we don’t get caught but we’re in the middle of nowhere.

“I’m glad that we’re finally alone.” I say looking around.

“I’ve been wanting to be alone with you for a long time.” He wraps his arms around my waist.

I look at his face and I see those doe eyes, I love him but my parents and the socs think he’s dangerous because of who he’s hanging out with but some of them are so sweet. Pony kisses me, I kiss him back, I turn my body to face him, he holds me tight to make us lay on the floor to make out, we were like this for hours, him giving me hickeys, me moaning, him kissing my body, and me tugging his hair.

While we were there, we dyed our hair, I turned mine into black color and I turned his hair blonde, which he looks cute in blonde without greasy hair.

Dallas visits us and gives Pony a letter from Soda. Dallas tells me that there’s missing posters of me everywhere in town, I can’t believe that’s happening. Dallas takes us to Dairy Queen which I really miss the food. We go back to the church which is on fire. Pony and I save the kids.

We go to the hospital and Pony and I are at the waiting room and Darrel and Sodapop come in so Pony ran to them. My parents come in and they look disgusted on what they’re seeing, my changed hair and seeing Ponyboy looking beat up.

My parents kick me out so the Curtis’ said it’s okay for me to live in with them. Again I’m happy that I’m with Ponyboy, he just makes me so happy and he makes me feel safe.

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marionette-j2x · 1 year

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DARK!HUNTER AU IN MY VERSION BUT WITH A TWIST!!!

(I still can't believe I made an entire comic during work hours ahsvsjsnbs! Sorry about the pen mess and also the camera quality- 😂😭)

The idea of Dark!Hunter vs. Original!Hunter kept brewing in my mind lately so I had draw them during the hollowed hours of work a while ago. (Also the timeline here is around after "'ASIAS' that had turned so very sour".)

I still don't know how Original!Hunter got in there tho, maybe some crazy world altering powers by the Collector and got the hexsquad separated idk- XD

Remember, this is an AU (Alternate Universe) and I've heard controversies about this particular AU as well.

Can y'all not, like, give artists/writers a hard time just because you don't like it? It's an 'AU' for a reason. They're not even 'close' to canon so, chill, breathe, brew some tea. (I'm still miffed that the original creator of this AU got so harrassed that they had to forcibly take down their Dark!Hunter AU artworks from their soc meds).

We have a BROAD audience. Some will like it, and some won't. So, ignore it if it is not to your liking and/or if it's making you uncomfortable. It's as simple as that. Don't harrass people either because of it. That was really not cool. 🫤

If ignoring is not enough, you can always unfollow and/or block to give you a peace of mind.

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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‘Til Death : Kaz Brekker x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcanon and small fic for Kaz Brekker based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics; covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day! Warnings: wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, SOC/SAB related topics.

Proposal

Kaz sat as his desk, pretending to be reviewing some maps.

In reality, his mind was spiraling a million miles an hour.

He had set a ring on top of y/N’s book that was sitting on their shared nightstand.

Kaz knew his breathing was short and erratic so he elected to stay silent as y/n came in.

Besides, he had left the ring for her in hopes she’d ask him about it.

He’d worked on communicating with her more directly over the last several years.

But, this situation was much more intense and intimate than he felt competent in with his current communication abilities.

Y/n smiled tenderly at him as she closed the door behind her, walking to his desk.

“Hmm, the books look okay?” She wondered, peering over his shoulder.

“Ooh, or, new heist then?” Y/n asked, Kaz smirking at the excitement he heard in her voice over the possibility.

Kaz shrugged, his breath still short and rapid heartbeat only worsening his predicament.

When his eyes didn’t leave the maps, y/n placed her hand in the air over his shoulder, waiting for his signal.

He nodded and y/n set her hands on his shoulders, giving them a short soft massage.

“Need any help?” She asked softly, stepping away to remove her Kaz’s coat from her body.

“No” he forced out, making y/n turn to him with a raised eyebrow.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled tenderly, “why don’t you take a break?”

Kaz nodded silently, fiddling with the papers on his desk as he mentally begged her to go read.

Almost as if she’d read his mind, Y/n walked gracefully to their bed.

She curled up against the headboard before reaching over to grab her book.

As her fingers touched the ring Kaz had left, he peeled his anxious eyes from her and turned back to the unimportant maps on his table.

“Kaz?” She questioned, holding the shiny ring up before her as she sat up rigidly.

Kaz hummed faintly in response, feigning unawareness.

“I-is this…?” Y/n whispered softly, spinning the jewel in her fingers.

When he felt her eyes on his back he nodded.

Y/n smiled to herself, standing up and making her way to him.

“Kaz” she began, standing next to him as he still refused to look her way.

“It’s beautiful “ y/n complimented, hand placed on the table next to his.

His eyes took note of the ring now placed on her second to last finger of her left hand, his lips curling up ever so slightly.

Kaz tore his eyes from her hand to look up at her, “It’s a yes?”

It was unusual for him to ask a question that he seemingly already knew the answer to.

But Y/n noticed the faint doubt in his eyes.

She smiled widely at him, inching her hand infintismaley closer, “It’s a yes Kaz”

He nodded back as he lifted his hand and placed it on hers, “good “.

Kaz watched as she stared at their hands and the ring on her finger with a smirk.

“Care to share why you’re smirking?” He teased, raising an eyebrow.

She giggled softly, making his heart flutter, “just thinking about how much I must love you if I’m not forcing you to actually ask”.

“Y/n” he began slowly, making her turn to him.

Kaz took a deep breath and resisted the urge to divert his eyes, “will you… I want to… will you marry me?”

Y/n eyes shimmered even brighter, bringing a soft smile to Kaz’s face before she even answered.

“You didn’t have to truly ask Kazzy, I was giving you a hard time. But yes, absolutely” she smiled widely.

Kaz let himself smile back, locking her hand in his as he slid his fingers between hers, “I know I didn’t have to”.

“I wanted to” he added, more confidently as she quietly stroked his hand with her thumb, “I want to marry you”.

Reaction Headcanons

I feel this section goes without saying, yet I digress

The crows were the only ones who were allowed to know of their engagement and pending wedding.

In part due to safety concerns (aka Kaz continuing to be overprotective of y/n), but also because they had always been a private couple.

The crows were all thrilled of course.

In fact, they’d (despite Matthias and Inej suggesting they shouldn’t do it) bet on when Kaz would finally propose.

To be fair, they also bet on how he would propose; but the couple had kept that information private despite protests and pleas from the crows (most of which were silenced upon Kaz’s deathly glare; apart from Nina [whom mentioned she’d sensed his uncontrollable heart rate and breathing the other night and assumed it was that or …. -which earned another even more intense glare from Kaz])

Jesper had bet that it would be another year before Kaz would do it.

Wylan was more optimistic and bet it would be sometime that week (although he had a considerable advantage in that Kaz had randomly asked him a ton of questions about various gemstones not too soon before [such as which would scratch less, shine more, etc.]

Nina had suspected he’d wait for y/n’s birthday to do it. But the night she sensed his intense breathing and pulse she changed her bet.

Jesper and Wylan of course complained she cheated, but when Kaz and y/n glares at the three of them for having bet on their relationship at all, they dropped the argument.

Best Man Headcanons

Jesper was of course Kaz’s best man.

And, Jesper no doubt freaked out when ‘asked’

Although since it was Kaz, y/n had to push him to do so

And even then it’s just done in a very casual manner over drinks at the crows club following a heist before Kaz nods his appreciation and exits the room.

Kaz was truly more thrilled than he let on about Jesper accepting but he refused to show it

Bachelor Party Headcanons

Jesper of course wants big party but knows Kaz wouldn't.

So Jesper staged a safe (otherwise Y/n would’ve killed him if something happened to Kaz during the party) heist

The point of the heist was to obtain an item for Y/n from one of the merchants’ houses.

Kaz was impressed by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture and was more than thrilled to do it.

Wedding Planning Headcanons

Planning was minimal

As they just wanted something small and intimate

Kaz was debating even doing it alone but admitted (only to her) that the other crows were like their family now

Y/n offered to wear gloves for the ring ceremony during the part where she’d put on his ring.

But Kaz rejected the offer

While he wouldn’t admit it, even to her (mostly due to still struggling with the consistency of it), he (typically) loved the way her hands felt

And he was a man of tradition and wanted her to get the best day he could offer her, so no gloves.

For either of them.

Which came as a shock to the crows.

They’d debated/bet on if either would wear gloves for the ceremony in the week leading up to it.

They had seen Kaz without his gloves before, but only in rare moments and never in such an important moment, nor when the crows would be focused on his hands like they’d be for that moment.

When it comes to y/n and Kaz discussing their plans for the wedding, it was usually during brief talks late at night

The talks would take place while they were alone after a long day, talking for a few minutes before falling asleep after reaching a choice on the one topic they’d discussed that night.

Wedding Day Headcanons

They held the ceremony outside of Ketterdam

In the forested area of Lij.

Mostly for the purposes of safety and privacy

But also because he (& therefore y/n as well) wanted a location that was more romantic & sentimental (although he claimed it was only because y/n deserved that and not because he wanted such a thing himself).

The crows were all somehow involved in the ceremony.

It had been y/n’s idea to have their loved ones take part in it, secretly hoping it helped Kaz feel more comfortable with them being present as they ‘officially declared’ their love before others (only the crows) as they would be seen as required presences and not just guests.

Jesper was already Kaz’s best man

Inej and Nina had seen to the decorations (for the ceremony and reception) and food, and they shared the role of Maid of Honor.

Wylan played his flute for the processional music.

Matthias conducted the ceremony.

The stray pet y/n rescued off the streets of Ketterdam (despite Kaz’s apprehensions at the time) was led down the aisle before y/n (lured by Jesper through the use of some peanut butter)

Kaz felt he maintained a stoic look while y/n walked down the aisle to him.

But his crows knew him well enough to see the loving gaze his eyes held.

And y/n could see the way his eyes were ever so slightly more dewy than normal.

During the kissing portion of the ceremony, they did so through y/n’s thick white veil.

They had shared more intimate kisses before, but neither didn’t want to risk associating the day with his trauma by pushing it.

Nor had they even held hands directly in front of the others.

As planned, there were no gloves involved

But, y/n maintained minimal contact as she slid his ring on his finger.

Kaz reciprocated the method, being cautious of the level of skin contact as well as he slid her ring on.

Yet, as they walked back down aisle together, Kaz boldly chose to increase their contact by wrapping his hand around her fingers.

When he noticed that even though the others were nearby it didn’t trigger him as much as he expected, he kissed the back of her hand

His lips having landed right next to her wedding ring.

They held a tiny and intimate reception

The reception was also hidden outside of Ketterdam, inside the forested area near Lij

Kaz of course, did not dance, but watched in secret glee as y/n spun around and danced with their friends.

Kaz did feel guilty for not being able to dance with y/n in front of their friends; the way Wylan and Jesper had at their wedding a year earlier.

Yet, he was also proud because he did however, manage to hold her hand or at least maintain physical contact with her hand throughout most of the reception.

Towards the end of the reception, Kaz silently tugged y/n’s hand and discreetly led them away from the clearing where everyone had gathered (Inej no doubt noticed but the rest were too busy dancing and partying)

He tenderly walked them out of the clearing in the forest and off the typical path.

Once they were in a smaller clearing between the trees and shrubbery, where the others couldn’t see or hear them, he smiled deeply at her; his wife.

It was at that time he risked a short, minimal, and faint kiss to her lips, this time without her veil in the way.

While it wasn’t as deep of a kiss as he wished he’d be able to offer, it was nonetheless an incredibly sweet kiss.

And the exquisite smile he earned as a result, made his cheeks flush a dark shade of red while he mentally swore to himself he’d do whatever it took to be the reason she kept smiling like that

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luminalunii97 · 1 year

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A quick update on what's been going on in Iran

In the last month or so, the street protests have decreased. There have been sporadic demonstrations here and there but the fire from the first three months has paled. I believe soon the fire is going to be back because the financial situation is getting worse by hour now and the regime, instead of appealing to people's good side, has been enforcing inhuman laws stronger than before.

On the 40th day memorial of 2 of the executed protesters, the fire did come back alive and there were multiple big demonstrations in many cities around Iran.

The obligatory hijab law is being enforced harsher than before. Many of my fellow iranian women still refuse to wear hijab out considering all the risks. In the last two weeks, at least two drugstores have been closed because the pharmacist owning the place refused to wear hijab. A couple of higher education students have been banned from using the national library because they took off their hijab inside of the library, and many university students have been forced to sign statements that said they promise to not take their hijab off again or else they're going to be expelled from university and they won't be able to attend any university inside of Iran again. The regime has also threatened women who don't wear hijab on the streets that they would disable their id cards and ban them from receiving social services.

A female engineer also did something really courageous in an event and I suggest you check that out. The news links are below.

More than a week before the earthquake in Turkey and Syria, there was an earthquake in Khoy, a northwestern city in Iran. Not only the Islamic Republic didn't send any help to the city, they tried so hard to stop us, people, from sending help there. They restricted some of the celebrities bank accounts and prevented people from raising money for the city. Turkey even offered their aid but the regime refused. People of other cities did send some food and clothes and blankets for the victims of the earthquake in the end. Even though the casualties of the earthquake wasn't high, many people lost their homes and had to reside in tents in cold snowy weather. But the most bewildering thing was that when the turkey earthquake happened the Islamic Republic volunteered to send help to Syria while still doing nothing for the people in Khoy. Unsurprisingly the help packages they sent to Syria didn't reach the places where earthquake happened, instead it went to Assad inventory.

Also this guy, a true hero. A human rights activist to his very core:

This is it for now. I appreciate anyone who has supported people of iran so far. We won't forget you. Woman life freedom ✌️

#iran #mahsa amini #jina amini #human rights #iran protests #politics #feminism #middle east #obligatory hijab #heroes of the year #iranian women

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alittlebitofloveliness · 25 days

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Outsiders Prompt fic 1- Aren't you tired of this?

This for @battleslippers who requested prompt #6 and Tim Shepard

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“Heyyy Tim,” Curly was sprawled out on the sofa for the third time this week, glassy eyed and sloppy. Ma was beside him, eyes the sort of bright Tim knew could go from nice to nasty in an instant and for a second he thought he might cry.

He didn’t- of course he didn’t- but he could’ve. Shit, Curly was takin’ this whole situation real hard. He’d always liked his booze a bit too much but Tim figured that was just part of their DNA. This was something else though. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his kid brother truly sober.

“Timmy,” Ma smiled and Tim felt his shoulders tense. There was no good ending to his mother’s brief moments of excitement. He’d survived enough of her tantrums and rages to know it, “come sit with us! Have a drink.”

She’d always liked him the best.

“No,” he tugged the bottle of tequila out of Curly’s hand, “I think you’ve both had enough.”

Ma’s face darkened, “I am your mother. Don’t think you can tell me when I have and haven’t had enough.”

His mother. Right. Maria Shepard wasn’t his mother. She was a child without a childhood. A baby who’d had babies. A monster of her own making.

“Fine,” he knew better than to argue. They wouldn’t make it through the afternoon without her screaming, but if he played his cards right they might get a few more hours of peace, “but Curly’s done.”

She didn’t fight him. She never did when it came to the twins, never had, never once even wanted to.

“Aw that ain’t fair,” Curly protested, but his voice was slurred and he was too drunk to stand on his own let alone fight him on it. Tim passed the liquor over to Ma, who immediately took a swig. “I wasn’t- wasn’t finished.”

“Oh you’re finished all right,” moving to the side of the couch, he wrapped one arm around Curly's thin shoulders- christ the kid needed to eat more- and hauled him to his feet, half carrying, half dragging him down the hall to his room.

He dumped him onto the mattress on his side of the room. Angela had propped hers up on milk crates years ago but Curly had always left his on the ground, always slept curled up in the far corner, even when he was a baby, like if only when was small enough and far enough beneath notice he could ever have a chance at resting.

“Aren’t you tired of this?” Tim asked, “The boozin’ and the drugs- don’t say you ain’t tried anything, why else would you be a mama’s boy all of a sudden? Seriously kid, you’re killin’ me here.”

“Nah,” cloudy blue eyes blinked at him, “I’m killin’ myself.”

A shock of panic shot through him like lightning.

“Shut up!” He shook his kid brother’s shoulders half desperately, “You ain’t! Shut up!”

The faintest hint of that troublemaker grin showed on his face, “you can’t stop me.”

“Watch me.”

Curly’s eyes filled with tears. Tim couldn’t say he didn’t expect it. Drunk folk were awful predictable, even though Curly was- per usual- trying to give him a heart attack.

“He’s gone, Tim,” Curly’s voice broke, the drunken grin and sardonic comments replaced with such genuine misery Tim can feel it stinging even him, “they- the socs- the socs killed him. Drowned him in a fountain like-like he wasn’t nice and smart and good-”

“-I know,” Tim doesn’t really do affection and Curly doesn’t usually like it but shit the kid needs something, and per usual Tim is all he’s got, so he pulls him into a hug tight enough to bruise even though its clunky and awkward not a Shepard type thing to do. Those damn socs had already taken one east side kid this month. He’d be damned if he let them take another- even indirectly. He’d be damned if they took Curly. “Shit kid, I know.”

“He was my friend.” Tim knew that wasn’t strictly true. Ponyboy Curtis had always meant more to Curly than a simple friend.

“I know.”

Curly swallowed convulsively before starting to sob in earnest, tears soaking into Tim’s sweatshirt.

“It’s ok,” Tim said, knowing it wasn't any sort of ok, “it’ll be alright.”

They stayed like that until Curly finally fell asleep.

#the outsiders #tim shepard #curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #the outsiders fanfiction #lovelythoughts

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dylobilysmomg · 21 days

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The Greaser’s Girl

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗗𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗦𝗼𝗰!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲?

𝗢𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁: 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘆 𝗣𝗶𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘀

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗗𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗜’𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛!

“You must be lost, little lady.” He laughed, eyeing my figure. Though it was obvious to tell I was in rough shape, he didn’t mention it. “I’m looking for Dally.” I say, and he chuckles. “He’s busy.” He says, moving his hand to close the door. “Wait!” I stop him, “Please.” I plead, and he shuts the door. I let out a sigh, sitting down on the little step, trying to weigh out my other options for my current conflict.

Tears flow down my face a little faster now, and that’s when I hear the door creek open from behind me. I turn my head to look up, and there he is. Dallas Winston in all his glory. His hair is disheveled and he lacks a shirt and shoes. “Y/N? The hell you doin’ here, what happened?”

I stand up quickly, turning to face him. He takes one look at me and worry fills his eyes. “Dally I-“ “You’re shivering, get in here.” He says, wrapping an arm behind my shoulders and pulling me inside. A loud party is in motion in the room. There’s a pool table surrounded by many drunk men and a homemade bar of sorts. There’s smoke swirling throughout, and my nose scrunches at the smell.

Many people stop and stare at us. The sight of Dallas Winston with a Soc is a wild sight, some taking a double take. Even in my rough state, wearing nothing but my sleep shorts and shirt, it was clear what I was. A Soc. Dally leads me to the staircase and has a hand on my lower back as I go up the steps. My legs are tired, they ache as I trudge up the steps. He ushers me into his room, I sit on the bed as he shuts the door behind himself.

He huffs, and it’s at this point I realize he must be furious with me, the Soc he’s been seeing strictly behind closed doors, waltzing in unannounced in front of all his buddies. “Dally I’m sorry I know I—“

“What the hell happened to you? Your knees are busted and you’re a cryin mess. Who did this to you?” He says, kneeling in front of me and examining the bloody scrapes on my knees. I’d forgotten about them, I just let them bleed. “I tripped on the way here.” I whispered, showing him the palms of my hands, bloodied and ripped up from the asphalt.

He takes my hands in his, shaking his head with a sigh. “Oh, baby.” He says, standing up and exiting the room, I sit there in silence for only a moment before he’s returning with some baby wipes and a couple of bandaids.

Dally kneels in front of me once more, taking the wipes to my knees. I hiss at the pain, the scrapes still raw. He mumbles ‘I knows’ and ‘I’m sorrys’ as he does so. He wipes the scrapes clean and puts a bandaid on each of my knees. He then takes my hands in his, wiping them clean too.

“You wanna tell me why you’re runnin round this side of town so late? In your pajamas no less.” He inquires, laying my hands back into my lap, and discarding the wipes and bandaid trash. “My dad.” I say as he moves towards me and sits beside me on the bed. Dally’s expression changes completely. His eyes go from that of being worried sick to furious within mere seconds.

“I guess someone saw us at the drive in the other day, told him about us. He was mad. He slapped me and pushed me against the wall.” My lip quivers accounting the events from the past two hours. “I hit my head real hard.” I say.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” Dallas whispers, wrapping his arms around me to pull me close. I sigh into his chest as he cradles me in his strong arms. He releases me after a moment, pulling a throw blanket off the bed to wrap me in it. “You’re freezin.” He says, and I pull the blanket close to my body.

“Where’d you hit your head?” He asks, and I bring a hand to lightly touch the back of my head, feeling the bump left behind. “There’s a bump.” I say, and he grumbles.

“Good glory. He better hope I never walk by him on the street.” Dallas grumbles, standing from the bed. “Lie down.” He tells me, and I move to shimmy underneath the covers of his bed.

After I’m tucked beneath the covers, Dallas tucks me in real nice for good measure. “I’m sorry I got you away from your party.” I whisper, and he chuckles a bit.

“Oh, baby I wasn’t partying, I was sleepin’.” He laughs, sliding into the bed beside me. I turn on my side to face him in the bed, and I can’t help but grin. Dallas takes the opportunity to kiss me. Once, then twice, then some more. I smile into each kiss and eventually pull away.

“Well, I’m sorry I woke you up, then.”

Dally’s arm snaking beneath the covers to splay over my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, doll.”

𝟓/𝟏𝟑/𝟐𝟒

#dallas winston smut #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston #dallas winston fluff #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders dally #the outsiders #dally winston smut #dally winston imagine #dally winston

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delfiore · 1 year

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—THE GHOST YOU LEFT BEHIND.

pairing: zoya nazyalensky x fem!heartrender!reader

synopsis: a painful past between you and zoya comes to light when you are sent on an intel mission on behalf of the king.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: men being gross, a mild spoiler for the SoC book (?) idk i found the info on the wiki

a/n: hahAA 4k. shadow and bone has consumed my life and so has sujaya dasgupta ok thank you goodnight.

You looked down at the map strewn in front of you, a small smile creeping its way onto your lips. You didn’t look up, but you could imagine the fury on Zoya’s face.

“If I may, moi tsar—“

“I have made my decision, General,” Nikolai interjected, “you are my best fighter, and well, Y/N can be quite persuasive. I trust that you two would make an excellent team.”

For the glory of Ravka.

Finally, your eyes found her across the table. Her jaw was tight and her eyes hard as she looked back at you. “We depart at dawn,” she said, regal and in the manner of a good soldier, and left the room.

“Something humorous, sister?”

You shook your head, but the grin remained. “Now I think you’re just doing it for the hell of it.”

“I need all the information I can gather about jurda parem,” your half-brother reasoned, “and my advisor and general to not be at each other’s throats every time they enter the same room.”

“And your solution is to send them away alone with each other?” You scoffed.

“Precisely.” Nikolai nodded, with the same shit-eating grin. “I expect you back in a fortnight’s time with useful intel.”

By the time the sun was above you the next day, you and Zoya had been on horseback for hours outside Os Alta. Unsurprisingly, in complete silence.

You breathed in deeply. “Well, isn’t this lovely?”

“No.”

“A thrilling adventure back to my motherland,” you continued much to Zoya’s dismay, “almost like that time when we went to seek out the Crows. Just thinking about those Shu dumplings at the market makes my mouth water.”

Her silence was poisonous, and you felt the poison seep into your bones. The horses huffed as they trotted leisurely side-by-side on the dirt path.

“You know, we are going to be together for the next fortnight. Are you really going to do this without saying a word?”

“I am,” she said adamantly, “unless you’d like a punch to the jaw for breakfast, I suggest you shut it.”

“Speaking of breakfast, I am famished.” You looked down at your stomach delicately. “Perhaps we should stop. There should be a tavern in a couple of miles.”

To your surprise, Zoya let you stop at the tavern for some food, but not before she gave you a look that made you reconsider everything you’ve ever said around her. You were in the middle of devouring bacon and eggs, when you heard a scoff coming from her on the opposite end of the table.

“You eat like an animal,” she said, grimacing.

“Sorry that my table etiquette isn’t to your liking. I’ve learned to appreciate food having lived at sea where sustenance is never certain.”

“Why’d you pick it then? You were royalty.”

You huffed. “Not exactly. My status at court depended entirely on how my father, the King, felt about his illegitimate child that day. And that, in it itself, was fragile. But you knew that.”

Zoya shifted uncomfortably. You knew you had touched on a sore subject, but it was the most you had exchanged with her since returning home with Nikolai. All the spats and arguments left you little room to fill her in on all your adventures as you’d hoped. You wrote countless letters addresses to her, but you never received a response, so you’d only assumed that your words on paper had been reduced to ash by now.

“I’ll have you know I got the money for it. You just got to tell me where.”

“I’ll sell it to ya when I make sure I’ve got more coming in from Koba. The Crown’s maximizing security at the borders so it might take a while.”

“Are you listening?” You looked up at her, whispering quietly, so as not to alarm the men at the next table.

She nodded wordlessly.

“Thought the Fold being gone would make it easier, instead it’s just another useless king waving his magic wand around like a little prick.”

“Name the man. I’ll have my men do business with him.”

There was a stiff silence. Her hand fiddled with the napkin anxiously as she waited for the response.

A heavy fist slammed down on the table next to your plate, and the rugged men had surrounded your table.

“Got a couple of eavesdroppers, haven’t we?” One of the sneered.

“Oy, give us a bit of fun and maybe we’ll let you off,” another put his foot on the chair in which Zoya sat, and stroked her face greedily. “I’ll take this one.”

You could see the desperation in her eyes, begging you not to fight back. So, you held your tongue. You knew you couldn’t reveal the status of your being here. It was the reason why you and her dressed in plain clothes, and not your kefta.

“We’re just passersby, boys. Not looking for any trouble,” Zoya said sweetly, but you could tell that she was fuming too.

“C’mon, sweetling. No harm in a little fun, eh?”

You hated the way that prick was hovering over Zoya, it made you see red. In a quick motion, you whipped your head back against one of them, effectively breaking his nose with a loud crunch. With the other that stood beside you gawking, you pulled on his heart, until you could feel it squeezing in your hand, and he fell to the flooring, arresting.

The tavern once animated quickly fell silent, and the only sound left was the brawl that you found yourself in. Needless to say, a bunch of otkazat’sya were no match for two Grisha. But it was only you using your powers. Zoya had knocked down two of the men with her bare hands.

You found the informant amidst the brawl, now battered with blood on his face, and held him by the collar. “Tell me who the seller is and where I can find him.”

When the man refused to answer, you gritted your teeth, and pulled the air from his lungs.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll tell you!” He gasped. “Yuri Enkhbaatar, in Koba. Please, let me go.”

You nodded, satisfied, and punched him in the face, rendering him unconscious.

“Grisha scum!” One of them shouted as they all ran out of the tavern with their tails between their legs.

You took a moment to catch your breath. When you looked down at your hands, they were shaking and your right was bloody at the knuckles. The silver ring on your middle finger, fortunately, was still intact.

“It’s fine,” you said to Zoya, seeing her look at your wound with apprehension.

The sound of the horses neighing alarmed you. "No," you whispered and set off to chase the men, only to see them galloping away with one of your horses. You quickly ran after them, but they had rounded the corner and descended the hill, away from your immediate eyesight.

You let out an angry yell, just as Zoya caught up to you.

"Well done," she said sarcastically, a grin on her face.

"Save it," you grumbled under your breath, and keep walking in the direction you were supposed to go.

You heard Zoya's horse trot behind you, and you turned around in an attempt to counter whatever teasing comment she was going to throw at you. "Hop on," she said.

It took you a second to realize what she meant, frankly because you didn't think she'd be that hospitable. It might have been a different story if it was her horse that had been taken. You never liked being around an angry Zoya; a simmering Zoya was enough of a headache.

"You do realize that this means I'm going to be very close to you for the rest of our journey?"

"I'd rather that than have to wait for you every few paces," Zoya said, extending a hand to you. "Go on, we don't have all day. And if you keep babbling, you will walk.”

You took a deep breath before pulling yourself upwards; now you were very close to her. You thought the years of being apart would extinguish that bubbling feeling you get whenever you were around her, but here you were, trying your best to keep calm, as your legs wrapped around her. Thank the Saints she wasn’t a Heartrender.

“I’d say this is quite nice—“

“No.”

You sighed. It was going to be a very long ride to Koba.

On the fifth night, you arrived at the city. The sun had long disappeared behind the mountains, and the city lights could be seen from miles away.

“We should probably find our accommodation before doing anything,” Zoya said, “we might be here for a bit.”

You found a cheap inn in a small alley near the market. If you weren’t on a mission for the king, you’d almost see it as a much-needed vacation. You knew Zoya was exhausted by the way her eyes were barely open she waited for the innkeeper to assign you your room. She grabbed the keys as soon as it left the woman’s hand and went upstairs.

“All the Saints above in good Heaven,” you heard her exclaim as you peered inside.

“What?” You said. There was one single bed in the middle of an otherwise quite spacious room.

“It’s alright. You catch some sleep.” You said, sensing her annoyance. “I’ll go into the night market—“

She didn’t let you finish your sentence before throwing her day-bag somewhere on the floor and collapsing onto the bed, her limbs sprawled out across the entire width.

“—For a bit,” you said quietly, and closed the door behind you in the hallway, a small grin on your face at the unusual display of fatigue.

When you returned about an hour later, she was already in a deep sleep, but still in her riding clothes. Careful so as not to wake her, you pulled the cover from underneath her, earning an annoyed murmur from the girl, and throwing it over her body.

The commotion from the market had faded out the moment you stepped into your shared room. The quietness, not silence, that enshrouded the room, became loud. Your mind became loud as you thought about the past. Your past with Zoya.

You began to hear her voice, her young laughter as she chased you down the hall at the Little Palace, effectively putting many servants in charge of your wellbeing in distress. You despised your so-called family, the only one you liked was Nikolai, but things got better because you had your best friend, Zoya, the new Squaller that came from Novokribirsk.

You found her crying alone one day in a hidden part of the courtyard, when she was supposed to be training with Botkin. She had come only a few days before, and she was missing home.

“I’ll be your friend,” you remember saying to her, “that way you’re not alone anymore.” The pair of you were nine.

You sat by the side of the bed, resting your head against it, watching her sleep. She had every right to hate you, you knew that, but it hurt a lot. It hurt because you had promised yourselves to each other in the form of two silver rings. You didn’t understand the magnitude of that promise then, but you did now; Zoya Nazyalensky was your first love.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, but you knew she couldn’t hear. Quickly, you placed your hands above your chest to slow your racing heart, and keep the tears at bay. Once calmed, you settled back against the side of the bed, listening to the other steady heartbeat in the room as you succumbed to sleep.

Ten years old. You pushed down on the door handle quietly, being careful not to wake the other girls in the room. It was way past your bedtime, and you knew you would have to sneak back into your own room before the sun rises. In the dark, you made your way to where you knew was Zoya’s bunk. She was fast asleep, facing away from you.

“Zoyaaaa,” you shook her softly. The raven-haired girl turned around, and rubbed her eyes.

“I can’t sleep,” you whispered.

Wordlessly, she moved over, albeit barely as her bed was tiny, and you happily got under the cover with when as she pulled you closer.

“What are you ever going to do without me?” Zoya whispered back.

In the pale moonlight, your best friend looked like the entire universe. “I’d just never sleep.”

“Y/N. Y/N, wake up!”

You jolted awake, feeling the weight of reality crash down against your heavy eyelids.

Zoya was hovering above you, furrowing her eyebrows at the snorting noise you made when you woke up.

“Look,” she said, pointing out the window.

You rubbed your eyes and squinted subconsciously at the bright light that penetrated the room. Deep into the alley, a space opened up to what appeared to be a tea shop, and there sat two of the men you encountered at the tavern in Ravka.

“Shit,” you grumbled.

Next to them was another man, the front half of his head was shaved, the back of it skirted down his back in a long braid. He had Shu features, Enkhbaatar.

“There’s our man,” Zoya said.

You lunged towards the door when she pulled in your sleeve. “What are you going to do?”

“Stopping those bastards from importing the drug into our country.”

“By doing what? Asking them nicely?” Zoya hissed. “Y/N, we’ve already directed enough attention to ourselves the other day. We’re not in Ravka anymore, we don’t have the same kind of protection here. If they find out what we are—“

“They kill us, I know.”

She nodded firmly. “So, I have a plan.”

Zoya was good at many things, a good Squaller, a loyal soldier, a resolute decision-maker. It led you to believe that her plan might just work, it checked out in your head. You got the name, Bo Yul-Bayur. But then, you found yourself chasing after Yuri Enkhbaatar down many winding alleys, until you stopped at what seemed to be a brothel and his goons looked like they were about to swallow you alive. Turns out the men that you had beaten up at the tavern alarmed him of two Grisha nobles looking for jurda parem.

“Kill them!” He shouted to them in Shu.

“We just want to talk, Yuri!” You held your hands up in defense.

“I don’t talk to Ravkans, most of all Grisha!”

“But you’re not human, are you? You’re Grisha too.” You laughed, albeit carefully. “You’re a Fabrikator, an Alkemi.”

The look on his face shifted, as he scanned his men.

“Let us go, and you will have protection in Ravka from the King himself until we arrest Bo and bring him to justice,” Zoya prodded.

“I don’t need protection from your boy king,” Yuri growled. “Tell me, will your Saints be there to watch over you in the afterlife?”

The men charged, and all you knew was to defend Zoya from their blades. But there were too many of them. You were getting overwhelmed by the others as you try to subdue one. Men piled on top of one other trying to fight you, and there was a moment when you thought you wouldn’t get out.

It would be poetic, you thought, dying with your best friend, and your first love. Word would reach your brother of your failure, and he would do with it as he willed, but you would be here with Zoya, and you would be alone together.

Through the chaos, you spotted Yuri fleeing the scene. He really meant to kill you. You looked over to Zoya, seeing her struggling to fight three men at once. One of them, in her blind spot, with a gleaming sword in hand sliced her arm and she reacted with a painful yelp.

“Zoya!” You yelled. The added strength of seeing her in pain allowed you to stop two of the men’s hearts at once, something you’ve never done before, as they instantly dropped like flies to your feet.

You sensed an opening in the disorientation, and quickly grabbed Zoya to make a run for it. You hid in another small alley under ropes of aired out laundry for added concealment, as you attempted to catch your breath.

Zoya’s sleeve, once royal blue, was now stained with a dark red where the open wound was. It looked deep, and she was trying her best not to let the blood mark your whereabouts on the ground. She clutched it poorly in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but her face turned pale as she looked closer to fainting.

Quickly, you tore a piece at the end of your garment off to wrap it around her arm. “Keep pressure,” you said, but she turned away and refused to meet your eyes.

“I don’t need your pity, Y/L/N.”

“Pity?” You scoffed incredulously. “Zoya, you’re bleeding out!”

“Don’t pretend like you care about me now!” You knew it was her pride talking. Years of being the perfect soldier—alone—has hardened her, and having her plans fail so spectacularly. “I’ve survived worse. I took a bullet to the leg, an arrow to the shoulder. This is nothing.”

“Zoya, please let me just—“

“And you weren’t there!” You saw your own reflection in her glossy eyes, like a crosshair, like a wanted poster. You saw yourself in her disappointment.

“I left because—“ your voice was breaking, “I left because I couldn’t stand it anymore. My . . . family, never saw me as anything more than a bastard child! I felt like I didn’t have a family. I was on my own.”

Zoya laughed bitterly, sniffling her tears. From the wall she was slumping against, she took a step towards you, her eyes burned with contempt. “I was your family, Y/N, and you left without even saying goodbye.”

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes were wet. You balled your fists, your right hand fiddling with your ring. “I loved you.”

“There was a time where I would have said it back to you,” she said, her voice wavering, “but that time is long gone.”

With that, she left, no doubt to find her way back to the inn, but you didn’t bother trying to show your face for at least until that evening.

Nikolai heartily welcomed your return. He had worried for your safety when word got back about the tussle at the tavern.

"Well done, Y/N. I never doubted your abilities."

"Truly, it was Zoya that came up with the plan to catch Yul-Bayur," your voice trailed off, and you shrugged.

Sensing your discomfort, your brother came to your side by the table. "You talked, then?"

"If by 'talk' you mean we screamed in each other's faces, then yes," you sighed, your last verbal interaction fresh on your mind. “The only times I regret leaving with you are when I think about her.”

Your brother understood not to make his thoughts known, but to be your comfort when he pulled you into his chest.

The way Zoya handles her emotional baggage was never something she was proud of. Her confrontation with you in Shu Han had dug up a lot of things she wished she had forgotten about. She had promised herself to never let anyone in as much as she did you, and it scared her how easily still you got under her skin, even now.

So she figured the best way to deal with you was to pretend you never existed at all. The only times she would see you were at dinner and training anyway, but she never bat you an eye. She wanted you to know what it felt like to be left behind.

“Lady Y/N asked about you,” Genya told her, “asked how your arm is doing.”

“‘S fine.” Zoya answered courtly.

In the little time Genya Safin had the privilege of knowing Zoya, she knew the girl could be difficult to talk to. However, it never deterred her from trying.

“Why do you deprive yourself so? You know you still care about her.”

“It’s none of your business, Safin.”

“It is. It’s everyone’s business, Zoya, when you both have been lathering those longing, melancholic looks at each other all over our faces! You don’t think the other notices when you look at each other, but Saints it is so blatant that it makes me nauseous.”

Zoya didn’t reply, but opted to observe some younger Grisha mucking about during their breaks from training.

“And what about those letters? Why’d you keep them then? For decoration?”

“I—I don’t know.” She must have read every single one of your letters at least ten times, each time hanging onto every word. She would find herself smiling as some of the stories you tell her, but quickly catch herself slipping. There would be three to four letters every few months, then the numbers dwindled until she had to get used to not receiving any at all. Five months later, you returned.

“General,” a guard made himself known to the women. “His Majesty requests your presence in the council chamber.”

To her utmost dismay, you were there too, along with Tolya and Tamar. She let herself settle by the table, ignoring the burning gaze you were directing at her.

“You called for me, moi tsar?”

“Yes, I was hoping to get your input on how we shall proceed with Yuri Enkhbaatar, and subsequently Bo Yul-Bayar.” The King leaned on the edge of the table. “You were face-to-face with Enkhbaatar, what do you think?”

She let herself glance over at you for a split second, seeing you already looking at back at her with a crestfallen look. Straightening back up at the King, she answered, “We may need some time before we are able to get to Yul-Bayar. With him hiding out in Kerch, the only thing we may do is issue a bounty for him. Might I suggest our . . . friends in Ketterdam?”

By the time the meeting was over, Zoya used her best effort to leave the room as quick as possible, but, as if you had known she was going to, you caught her in the hallway.

“Zoya,” you said. There was a hesitant pause. “I was hoping to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk,” she spoke calmly, almost too much so. You winced at her aloofness.

“Please, I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just want you to know that I’m sorry, and that I thought about you every day when I was gone. You must believe me.” You clung onto her sleeve with a desperate look. Zoya almost faltered at the glossiness that been to form in your eyes, you looked so defeated.

“I still think about you,” you confessed quietly, “you are all I think about.”

Your confession hung in the air like a puff of smoke, one that she wished she could condensed into a ball and throw away. There were other things that should be said after, but if she said them, her beating heart was going to jump out of her mouth into her hands for you see. There was a time when she wouldn’t have been afraid to let you see. Parts of her wanted to return to it.

“Th-That’s it,” you mumbled quietly, but something shifted in your eyes. You avoided her eyes and visibly deflated.

Zoya watched you floated down the hallway like a ghost, regretting choosing silence.

That night you couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning in bed, you let your last conversation with Zoya played out in your head. You didn’t know what she was thinking, you used to be able to read her like a book. There were very little expressions on her face to indicate any emotion, and yet her heart was pounding in your ears like a scared prey.

One can wear as many faces as one needs, but the heart will always want what it wants.

You kicked off your covers, and quietly opened the main doors to your room. There was not a single sound in the hallway, the Castle had gone to sleep long before that. You had learned where everything was now located in your absence, and you stopped in front of a room right by the stairs leading down to the main atrium.

She opened the door, and didn’t bother to hiding the surprise on her face. “Y/N,” she called your name.

You gulped, and let yourself run your eyes across her features. Her face was bare, free of cosmetics, her hair was dark as the night and cascaded freely down her shoulders.

“I can’t sleep,” you said, smiling sadly.

There it was. You saw the walls cracking, and finally tumbling down. Her lips quivered as she stifled a small sob. She had been pretending so hard, and it all cane tumbling down.

Wordlessly, she pulled you into her room, her hands finding their ways to the nape of your neck. You let her cry against your forehead, as your fingers found the wound on her arm that has now closed.

“I’m so tired of pretending.” Zoya said.

“Then stop,” you shook your head lightly. “I’m never leaving again.”

You let her push you back towards her bed where you sat by the edge, as she slowly guided you onto your back, raven curtains divided her face from everything else. You let your hands roam free, all night, for a thousand nights.

#zoya nazyalensky x reader #zoya nazyalensky #zoya nazyalensky imagine #zoya nazyalensky shadow and bone #shadow and bone #zoya x reader #genya safin #nikolai lantsov

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sadie-bug345 · 1 month

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gang as sodas‼️‼️🫶🫶

i’m BAAAAACKKK i had a minor mental breakdown over stupid guys but it is okay because we are back in the game🫡 ANYWAYS LETS GO

ponyboy:

hard sprite fan

probably accepts sierra mist or starry WHATEVER ITS CALLED NOW

but he does so begrudgingly😐

also probably vibes w Hi-C or brisk tea or smth random like that

8/10 mcdonald’s sprite lover

johnny:

dr pepper for sure

that or some other cola

but he enjoys the sweet perfection that is dr pepper🤌

probably cracks one open like every three hours

the caffeine keeps my boy running

which is real cause who has the naturally occurring energy that allows him to stab socs and hide out in a church for a week🤷‍♂️

9/10 iconic

sodapop:

hot take but i feel like my guy either LOVES and CRAVES soda OR he is just like meh about it

like his name already is a lot

so some days when he’s more down he’s just like

”NO STEVE I DO NOT WANT A COKE AND STOP IT WITH THE JOKES”

🫶🫶

usually though he’ll lean into it and accept his love for soda and himself

6/10

darry:

probably doesn’t like the carbonation or ice in it or smth

like he’s got some weird excuse for not enjoying it (my dad asf)

but when he does give in and drink one, it’s like tab or something so random for no reason😭😭

maybe he’ll ask the waitress for some specialty soda he remembers as a kid and then has a lil fit whenever they’re just like “🧍‍♀️…what?”

5/10 for the nostalgia

dally:

chooses alcohol anytime

but if he CANT

HARD ROOT BEER ENJOYER

it’s so random but my guy will down glasses of root beer like it’s nothing

like I KNOW THAT FIZZ IS GOING UP YOUR NOSE PAL

he just thinks it’s the “toughest” soda ??

idek really why he does the things he does

8/10 cause i love me some root beer too

two-bit

pretends to get super mad whenever the waitress is like “we only carry pepsi products😔”

he’s like “😟…NO‼️”

probably a cream soda enjoyer

which is actually so real

like you kinda ate with that

typa guy to get every soda from the soda fountain and combine them all just for laughs

and then actually chugs it

6/10 bc why are you torturing your taste buds like that

steve:

grape soda enjoyer😭😭

im sorry i cannot with grape soda it tastes like medicine to me

HOWEVER

HE WILL STAND BY IT FOREVER

LIKE HE DEFENDS GRAPE SODA SO MUCH

also probably likes orange soda which is actually solid

he likes the fruit flavors more than anything which does hit but like not 24/7 my guy

5/10

THIS WAS FUN REQUEST PLS OK BYE BYE🫶🥰‼️

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders sodapop #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

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angelsandarsenic · 3 months

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um ok so I don’t actually watch Fitmc but I’m very much going to but I’ve gotten bits and pieces and can we talk about the Corpse Hole?!?!

idk if that’s what it’s properly called but I cannot stop thinking about Kaz from SoC in the corpse canal

Fit is gonna be there for a few weeks right? I’ve seen several people predicting cannibalism and believe me I’m hopping on that train that’s great and horrifying from someone who doesn’t want to, but also how about severe touch repulsion? How about Fit secluding himself when he gets back because the corpses are burned into his mind? Empty glassy eyes and deep shadows on sunken skin. (the first time he sees Missa again he nearly jumps out of his skin)

Waking up in the middle of the night—if he’s even able to sleep—feeling skeleton hands clawing up his sides. After so long of either starving or retching up rancid flesh he starts to look like them, thinning and muscles deteriorating from lack of a proper diet.

It’s dark down there right? Except unlike in your room at night the disturbingly humanoid shadows actually are human and they’re Not and they won’t go away.

Days in silence staring at grotesque mimicries of human tragedy. Sometimes Fit wonders if he died and simply missed it. He definitely has a hard time falling asleep and probably spends several hours in a half awake daze. Major disassociating for sure.

All in all snaps him like a rubber band back into the 2b2t mindset

He probably gets worked into a fervor trying to battle his newfound death anxiety and probably save the other residents from the Federation

Imagine seeing your loved ones alive and very concerned for you after that? He probably won’t be able to stand to be near them. Noise and light would get overwhelming quickly, I think Philza would be one of the only people able to make any progress with him from all his time alone in hardcore. And Fit would want so badly to be back the way things were, especially with Pac but he just can’t.

idk just spitballing. Like I said idk much about Fit lore so

#Fitmc lore #qsmp fitmc #2b2t #qsmp madagio #Traumatize that cubito!!#Kaz brekker #six of crows #Whump

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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HARD HOURS?

......

SEOKJIN THIGH RIDING!!!!!!!!

PLEASE!!!!

Oh 👀 well if I must 😏…smut below the cut!

Established Relationship, Role Play Strangers to Lovers, Jealous!Seokjin, Pet Names, Thigh Slapping, Thigh Riding…I think that’s it.

The moment Seokjin saw you in the club he knew you would be going home with him tonight. That tight little taupe dress wasn’t doing anything to hide your curves and Seokjin wanted you…but he was a patient man. That is until he saw you grinding your ass against some random stranger on the dance floor.

You didn’t even see him coming and when he grabbed you by the wrist you knew it was too late. He pulled you to the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. With his hand wrapped around your throat he glared down at you, “So that’s how you want to play, petal? Hum?” He smirked and ran his free hand down your front, waiting no time to cup your pussy with his hand.

He tsked when your wetness touched his palm, “Such a needy little girl…just grinding against anything to get off.”

You knew better than to talk back and just stared at Seokjin with wide eyes, trying to play the innocent card. He scoffed and pulled your panties down, quickly shoving them into his back pocket.

He pulled you into a heated kiss, your teeth clashing as he bite your bottom lip harshly making you whine into his mouth. He chuckled and shoved his thigh between your legs, the sudden friction of his jeans making you buck your hips, “Mmm, so fucking needy.” Seokjin teased and you nodded your head, casing his lips as he pulled away. “Grind on my thigh right now. A needy little thing like you doesn’t deserve my cock.”

You opened your mouth to protest and Seokjin slapped your exposed thigh making you flinch, “Don’t make me repeat myself, petal.”

#soc hard hours #soc answers #soc asks #soc seokjin #bts smut #seokjin smut #bts #thigh kink

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browneyedhex · 1 year

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The Faults of a Broken Man

Before we get started I want everyone to know before they click to the page that this is going to heavy. It's not going to be your usual sad story that mentions depression. There will be topics of drugs, violence, possible sex but I don't know yet but I just want to mention some possibilities about what you may read.

If you are sensitive around these topics especially anything depressing, relating to death or loss, drugs, and touches of self harm please exit this story. I'm aware this story may be listed as "M" for mature, however I'm going to be publishing this story on other sites so more people can read it if they wish. This is just a little project for me and writing from a person who has been through some things that may be mentioned.

I don't think it's going to be a love story for those that like the romantic type of Dallas x reader stories, it's mainly about him however most of it may be placed in your POV. This will probably be more of a friendship thing, but anyways.

I hope you guys enjoy and if you wanna read it elsewhere let me know, I'll send you a link :) Words:3k+

You couldn’t quite grasp the way the man before you had changed. Though, it wasn’t just him- everyone had changed. Even the atmosphere of the house that the gang had adored had changed.

It was unnerving. There was no noise. No hollering, feet stomping, beer-bottle clinking, or the sound of furniture being toppled over when the guys got too rowdy and couldn’t contain their energy.

It had the same type of feeling like- you know how you’re the first person to be awake in the house in the early morning? You knew there were others in the house, but you were just focused on yourself and what you needed to get done and how you felt.

The way the morning made the house slightly chilly and the sound of birds could be heard faintly. It was like that, but heavy. Heartbreaking. And no one was asleep, everyone was awake. And it wasn’t early in the morning.

The main positive thing that had happened was everyone was around each other more often and no one thought that was possible. How can you be more involved with each other when you were already spending every day together?

Maybe it was the fact that no one else is town could understand. Maybe the sheer horror that there was a chance another member could be gone.

The everyday routine was still there, but something as simple as brushing your teeth became an inconvenient chore. Everything did. You felt as though it may have been harder for Darry, seeing as he’s the caretaker of the group. The one who cooks for everyone, makes sure everyone is well taken care of, but how do you do that when no one wants to eat and doesn’t care if they shower or wear the same clothes for days?

To the outside world- it may have been pathetic and disgusting to think of someone not being keen on their hygiene and not caring how they smelled, but they just didn’t get it. But you and your group of family did.

But Dallas, the one who was laying on the sofa it was a hard thing to place about him but the way he looks and the vibe about him seems different than the rest. It wasn’t a secret to the gang that he had gone through some of the toughest shit in life but never wanted to speak about it, but everyone knew. He had faults and some already broken pieces.

And in an odd way; you felt lucky. Not about a man being down but the fact you had people to share the pain with, maybe theirs were deeper than yours but in the end, you were all grieving. It didn't matter if someone knew Johnny by more minutes, hours, days, months,.etc.

You were all very gratefully to know Johnny Cade.

You just wished he had gotten to know a bit more about life outside of the neighborhood and as silly as it seems, maybe some love and not just from the gang.

All his life he had only known hate- by his parents and the Socs. It wasn't fair.

You take a moment to look around the room. Everyone was still. It was so out of character. It looks as though time froze and you were the one granted to move and look at your friends before you. But they weren't frozen, they just weren't there. Everyone was in their heads and maybe now- everyone could understand what it was like to be Pony.

Behind the scenes everyone was dealing with their grief in different ways. Steve turned to stealing hubcaps and selling them, missing work, and avoiding home all together with a drink constantly in his hand. Sodapop spent most of his time crying in the bathroom or staring at a blank wall looking like any second he could break.

Two-bit barely spent any time watching Mickey Mouse anymore. The show could be on but his eyes thought the old carpet below his feet deserved his attention more. No one would believe it in a million years but, Darry he just let everyone do what they wanted. He still cared, but this time he wasn't going to fight Pony if he decided to stay out longer or if his grades were slipping or he didn't eat. He didn't get angry when someone would slam the door. Shit, sometimes he would forget to make dinner but like mentioned before, no one really wanted to eat. He even missed some shifts at work, spending some time on his dads recliner with a drink in hand.

Dallas well, he was very quiet. But at any moment was waiting to blow. No one knew what he was thinking as his eyes always held that kind of look like he was thinking but wore a poker face. He just needed to look mean and he would be left alone. He was the one to eat the least, smoke and drink the most.

And then, there is you. Your role is very difficult. You basically pick up the slack around the Curtis's house and didn't mind. It took your mind off Johnny's death even if for a few minutes. You would cry when you felt like it, but if Darry wasn't going to make a meal or Pony or Soda were not gonna clean, you felt obligated too. You felt as though if no one pitched in the house it may look like Two's.

At the moment Soda's head feels heavy thinking about a letter that was waiting to be opened in his nightstand. It's a letter from the army. He was scared to death. he had seen enough death and it was messing with his head already and he didn't feel like he could be one of those that can take a life. Especially someone that may be a sibling or loved dearly by their folks. He didn't wanna take that away.

No one knew about the letter, not yet and he didn't know when the right time would be and he didn't wanna leave his best friend behind. He didn't know what he would do without Steve.

"I need a smoke." Dallas spoke after what seemed like hours of silence, pushing himself up from the couch and walks outside letting the door slam behind him. It was surprising that Darry hadn't bothered to unscrew the screen door and stash it somewhere else yet because the sound of it smacking as it returned was really annoying.

You get up from the chair and bend over slightly, your palm resting against the back of the couch as you slightly open the blinds to check on Dallas. His back was slightly turned but you knew that he was looking at the lawn in front of him his hirsute eyebrows furrowed together, the wrinkles on his forehead bulging in folds as he would think. Smoke went up from in front of him as he leans against the wall.

"He'll be fine- It's Dallas for Christ sake." Two-bit says as he watches you watch Dallas. And maybe he was right, but it was still abnormal for Dallas to be quiet and not suggest the boys to tag along with him for some semi criminal activity.

You push yourself off the couch and walks towards the kitchen, "He's not acting right." You say, swinging the fridge open and look inside. It was mostly liquids. Someone was gonna have to go shopping again and guess who it would be? You.

Breathing out through your nose you hear Sodapop say, "None of us are acting right."

He was speaking the truth but you felt like no one was getting or seeing Dallas like you did. Maybe Pony notices it or maybe his head is still keeping him busy with remembering the good times with his friend. The only person who seemed to get him and didn't judge.

"I need a Pepsi." Pony pushes himself off the floor as he makes his way over to you. "I don't think there's any left." You told him since you had just looked in the fridge, making him groan and kick the corner of the fridge, "Dammit!"

You sling your arm around his shoulders and guide him away from the fridge, "C'mon, let's go get you one. It'd be good to get out of the house for a bit." You knew it was going to be hard to get him away from the comfort the house provided; being shielded from prying eyes and the fact that no one wanted to accept that the rest of the world was going on with another day.

Opening the door it makes a noise that makes Dally look over at you two. You give him a nod, "You wanna come with us to the DX?"

He shrugs, flinging the rest of the cigarette in front of him and licks his chapped lips. "Yeah, I need to get some things anyways." He takes the lead and opens the gate. You let Pony go then yourself, closing and locking the gate behind you.

"I might not have enough money on me to get one." Pony pats around in his pockets, digging just a few pennies and you offer a smile, "Don't worry about it- my treat."

He smiles back and oh how much it took him to just do that. His face had remained vacant for days on end so it felt strange for his lips to curl a bit.

The rest of the walk to the DX was quiet except for the sound of Dallas's boots dragging across the gravel roads and Pony kicking random rocks- every once in a while someone would clear their throat. Cars would go by and you could hear their engine and people talking off in the distance.

It was a good thing that the walk to the gas station wasn't that long. Maybe about five minutes and you were grateful. The silence was killing you and you weren't use to being the one to do the most talking. Usually Dallas couldn't keep his mouth shut and would rant about girls, crime, Buck's, shit back at home, or whatever else there was to mention plus, a little bit of teasing towards you and Pony....there would be some for Johnny too..but.

Pony walks past you two and you guessed he was just in a rush to get his favorite drink and head out. You take a second to glance at the back of Dally's head and you wondered what kind of things he needed. And you thought about how weird that felt, you normally just minded your own business because like who cares what someone gets from a corner store? But with his behavior lately you couldn't help it.

It was probably just gonna be a pack of smokes and maybe he'd steal some individual alcoholic drinks, but you just never knew.

He swings the door open and you both stroll in. The familiar smell of the DX welcomed you. You glance down to see a mop and bucket. It looked like someone had spilled something and you reach your leg to the other side where the puddle ends so you could get to the coolers and get yourself a drink. The place smelled musty and a faint smell came from the cooler in the back as you opened the door, selecting your favorite drink.

You look over your shoulder and sure enough, Dallas was by the alcohol taking his time eyeing what was there, probably looking for one with the highest alcohol content that didn't taste like shit. And you wondered how you had enough money all the time for all the times he drank, maybe he was gambling and hustling others at pool again. Who knows, it was Dallas.

"3 okay?" Pony's voice broke your gaze on you other friend and you look over to him as he carried three cans of Pepsi in his arms and you nod with a smile. "Yeah, sure. Anything else you want? Snacks? Candy?" You offered and a part of you felt like if you let him get whatever he wanted maybe just maybe he would feel better and that would make you feel better, but realistically speaking food wasn't going to get someone through the stages of grief. Food was just there for a moment not a lifetime.

He shakes his head, "No, this is just fine." You weren't going to push and Dallas shows up to your side, "Put your stuff up there you two, I'll pay." He nods his head towards the counter and you both just let him pay, it wasn't worth arguing over who would pay even though you hated for people to pay for you. But maybe letting Dallas pay for things would help him feel better just like the thought of you getting Pony extra snacks did.

"6.87." The clerk says and he eyes Pony, flapping a bag open before placing the items inside. Dallas opens his wallet, digging around for the money before throwing the bills on the counter. You could see Pony was feeling uncomfortable as the clerk kept eyeing him. You look between him and Pony before speaking, "Got a problem?"

His eyes move from the boy to you but back to him, "Your brother needs to make it to work at some point or he'll be fired. I'm surprised I haven't done so already." He gathers the money, putting it in the till and licks his fingers like old people do before grabbing the change.

You scoff and furrow your eyebrows and you could see from the corner of your eye that Dally's knuckles were turning white as he gripped the side of the counter and Pony stiffen on the opposite side of you. "Our friend died. He can find another job, asshole." You grab the bag and let yourself be the first to exit, holding the door open for the two to come out.

"Where's his car?" Dallas spoke roughly and his eyes darted around the parking lot, trying to locate a lonesome car that most likely belonged to the guy and you had no doubt in your mind he probably wanted to either slash his tires, break his windshield and key the sides. You had to take control even though the sight of him fucking up the car would be entertaining, but you couldn't let him get dragged to jail again. No, you had lost enough people.

"Let's just go home, Dal." Pony spoke, brushing past him and Dal took a minute, looking down at the pavement licking his lips then sneers at the man in the building before turning on his heel to follow Pony. You were thankful and was the last to leave.

It was oddly comforting that no one besides the brothers lived there at the house and everyone had had their own, but the Curtis's house felt like a real home and it was funny how everyone knew what 'going home' meant. It was always that house.

Dallas wasted no time in digging into the bag that was in your hand and takes out a bottle, twisting the cap off with his shirt before taking a swig. It was broad daylight and he was underage, but Dallas didn't care. He wanted to drown his depression and grief he felt for the one person he loved. And maybe that was wrong he loved everyone in the gang though he wouldn't say so, but Johnny was Johnny. Dallas was ready to kill himself over the kid. No one knew if he would do the same if it was anyone else in the gang.

You watch as he chugs down the rest of the bottle before chucking it to the side on a fence the bottle breaking against impact and he wipes his lips free from the beer that dripped.

"You might wanna slow down there, Tex." You lightly joke and your lips curl upwards, but he shrugs and digs into the bag once more repeating the actions of earlier. "I'm good."

You sigh, letting him be and look ahead to the back of Pony's head. He hadn't opened a can yet, probably waiting to just sit down and drink it instead. And you noticed how his drinks weren't in the bag like the clerk didn't bother putting them in, man that whole situation pissed you off to no end but with how often you went there you didn't want to get banned because you cracked the guys head open.

No, just following Pony to the house was better.

The gate swings open and slams behind him before you and Dal catch up and walk on the lawn to the front of the house. When the door opened you look around. No one had moved. It was like they were super glued to their places. You run a hand through your hair - a habit you have been doing an awful lot lately.

You look over at the clock that was hung up on the wall. 4:25, someone ought to make some dinner soon even if the food wasn't going to be consumed you just needed one thing to still be the same and somewhat normal. You place the bag down on the couch and walk over to the kitchen. You grab some pans and some random ingredients out of the fridge and cabinet. You felt nervous cooking for what seemed like a whole family because that's what they were. Normally you would just cook for yourself and maybe your mom, so you didn't understand how Darry did it. His meals were always perfect and he carried so much confidence when he was in the kitchen, right now you felt like a loose mouse searching for food and hoping not to catch the kitchen on fire.

One fire was enough and maybe that was what made you nervous to cook. You didn't want to stare at the flame as you turn on the gas to the stove, you didn't wanna smell it. You didn't wanna work with it, but the boys need to eat.

Sighing, you turn it on hearing a click before the flames rise and you turn the temp down a bit. "Dinner will be ready soon."

God, please let my boys eat.

#dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders x reader #ponyboy curtis #steve rand #darry curti #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #angst #two bit mathews

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mikasimaginairyworld · 1 year

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The Crows as incorrect quotes

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Kaz at the beginning of SoC: 'some of you may die but that's a risk I'm willing to take.'

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Inej:'You seem familiar. Have I threatened you before?'

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Wylan: 'I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.'

Jesper:' It's not a joke'

Jesper: sniffles

Jesper:'I'm a legit snack.'

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Kaz:'Okay, I get it. You've had a hard time recently. You're stressed, depressed, seven people have died-'

Wylan:'Twelve, Kaz.'

Kaz: 'Not the point. They're dead now and whose fault is that?'

Wylan: 'Yours!'

Kaz: 'That's right: no one's.'

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Nina: 'Is something burning?'

Matthias: 'Only my love for you.'

Nina: 'Matthias, the toaster is on fire.'

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Jesper: '.. .----. --/ ... --- .-. .-. -.--' (I'm sorry)

Kaz: 'Jesper, what is that?'

Wylan: 'Morse code for I'm sorry.'

Jesper: 'Actually is remorse code.'

Kaz: 'I'm actually even more angry.'

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Kaz: 'I'm not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!'

Inej: 'Oh really? Name one law.'

Kaz: 'Don't kill people?'

Inej: 'This one's on me, I set the bar too low.'

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Nina: 'Must be hard not being able to laugh.'

Kaz: 'I do have a sense of humour, you know.'

Nina: 'I've never heard you laugh before.'

Kaz:'You've never said anything funny.'

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Jesper: 'Just be yourself.'

Kaz: 'Be myself? Jesper, I have one day to win Inej over. How long did it take before you guys started to like me?'

Wylan: 'A couple of weeks.'

Nina: 'Six months.'

Matthias: 'The jury's still out.'

Kaz: 'See, Jesper?'

Kaz: 'Be myself. What kind of garbage advice is that?'

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Kaz: 'Time for plan G'

Inej: 'Don't you mean plan B?'

Kaz: 'No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.'

Nina: 'What about plan D?'

Kaz: 'Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.'

Wylan: 'What about plan E?'

Kaz: 'Im hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.'

Matthias: 'I like plan E.'

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Matthias: 'Would you guys be there if I was going through something?'

Wylan:'Nope, absolutely not.'

Inej:'I hope it sucks whatever you're going through.'

Jesper: 'I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.'

Nina:' I hop you reach out to me so I can ignore you.'

Kaz: 'I can't wait to go to your funeral knowing I could've changed the outcome.'

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Wylan, walking into his house: 'Hello people who do not live here.'

Kaz:'Hey.'

Inej:'Hi.'

Jesper:'Hello'

Matthias: 'Hey!'

Wylan:'I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!'

Nina: 'We were out of Doritos.'

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Nina: 'Croissants: dropped.'

Matthias: 'Road: world ahead.'

Jesper: 'BBQ sauce: on my titties.'

Inej: 'Shavacado: fre.'

Wylan: 'Miss Keisha: fuckin dead.'

Kaz: 'I don't understand word of that and I hate every single one of you.'

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Jesper: 'I love you guys. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!'

Inej: 'We're the best things that's ever happened to you?'

Jesper: 'Yes!'

Kaz: 'I feel sorry for you.'

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Kaz: 'Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life '

Inej: 'Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?'

Kaz: 'Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.'

Jesper: 'edible'

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Wylan: 'I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it'

Kaz: 'Just rip the bandage off.'

Wylan: 'It’s Jesper.'

Kaz: 'Put the bandage back on.'

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Jesper: 'So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Wylan does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?'

Nina: 'If Wylan were to jump off a cliff, he would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Wylan jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.'

Jesper: 'You jump off a cliff!'

Nina: 'Gladly. Provided Wylan did first.'

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Kaz: 'Inej and I don’t use pet names.'

Nina: 'I see. Hey, what do bees make?'

Kaz: 'Honey?'

Inej:' Yes, dear?'

Kaz:

Nina:' Don't ever lie to my face again.'

#six of crows #incorrect quotes #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #jesper fahey #kanej #wesper #helnik

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axe8472 · 1 year

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I have thoughts in my brain about six of crows and they may or may not make sense. So. The thing is when people talk about how the crows couldn't possibly be 16-18 because they're overly mature and competent and have life experience etc etc. i get that BUT is that not the whole point? I mean the books really hammer it home that notions of childhood in their world are entirely different from ours, like to the point where i would even say it's a main theme and kinda the driving force behind all the events in the duology.

Kids are taken away from their parent at like 11 to train as soldiers. Kaz was all alone in Ketterdam at 9 years old and there doesn't seem to have been any functioning system of care for kids like him, nor mandatory schooling. In Fjerda, it seems like the closest thing to foster care is being taken on by the Druskelle. Inej started training as an acrobat pretty much as soon as she could walk and was playing starring roles in performances by the time she was 14 (and probably a fair bit younger). I don't remember Jesper's backstory perfectly but I think he was put to work in the jurda fields (a hazardous agricultural job) as a small child, then worked with guns in some way, then got sent to school in a different country when he was like 15. This isn't exclusive to the crows - it's mentioned a lot that there are many kids in situations similar to Kaz and Inej in the Barrel. Even Joost, despite seemingly being quite sheltered, is working full time night shifts as a guard when he's not even old enough to grow facial hair.

It seems that there's just much more of a vocational focus for kids/teenagers in the grishaverse. This makes a lot of sense because many elements of culture across the grishaverse countries come from the ~1800s when the attitude towards kids was that they weren't all that different from small, inexperienced adults, especially in working-class and rural settings where you just had to get on with things. Kerch especially took inspiration from victorian England, where kids as young as 9 could legally work up to 60 hours a week in dangerous conditions. So yeah that's kind of the whole point imo. It's especially interesting because I read the soc duology as a (potentially semi-unintentional?) criticism of capitalism. This is highlighted by the fact that Wylan, the only one of the crows from a rich background, is also the only one who had a childhood and got an education even vaguely comparable to what we would consider normal. So clearly the whole childhood innocence vs being put to work at like 4 thing is closely tied to class. (obviously Wylan did not have A Good Childhood but it seems from the books that the standard for merchers' kids is to give them a really good and varied education with 1-to-1 tutoring etc, which is very different from what all the other characters seem to have had as kids.)

And okay yeah they're unrealistically skillful and competent and just generally smart, but that would be the case even if they were adults. Like you kinda have to just take liberties with your characters of they'll never manage to do anything, especially in a world that's so hostile toward them. And it's actually kinda hard to even say how unrealistic their capabilities are because their experiences are so different from the experiences of real-life modern teenagers. Like kids are crazy adaptable and good at learning things, especially when they've had no other choice, and the crows actually mostly have quite a lot of experience and had time to develop their respective skills because they haven't spent 8+ hours a day in school for most of their lives. The same goes for the degree of adult-ness in their general behaviour - they're really quick thinkers and less likely to panic in a crisis than any teenager I've ever met. Again I'd say that's the whole point. The charaters are acting older than they have any right to because the experiences they've had have forced them to develop the capacity to do so.

Idk maybe i just read it differently to some people but yeah i think that cross-cultrually throughout the grishaverse children just have very very different experiences to kids in real life. It makes sense that they would then grow up to be very different from real-life teenagers, and obviously the crows are an extreme example of that but there is like. clear historical inspiration behind a lot of the crows' backstories and the general cultural backdrop of the duology. And the whole thing with the books is yeah they're doing all of this stuff and they're capable of these amazing things but actually they are literally children and they are doing all of it mostly for the sake of survival and taking back the things that they deserve from the world. And everything they've done for years and the people that they've become has all been for the sake of survival. And they're kids.

#my posts #soc #six of crows #i hope this makes sense i did not proofread it and i took like a total of one english class in school rip #there's also something to be said here for survivor bias like the book is written about this group of kids who've survived in a very #hostile world #partially because of certain capacities or gifts they already had and partially because they are unusually smart and adaptable #if they weren't then they wouldn't have lived to that age anyway yk?#okay ill stop now #also i know this piece of writing is not up to academic quality its because im using it to procrastinate on my academic work #dont go to school kids its not worth it #the fact that i wrote these 800+ words in less than an hour and im still gonna have to write twice as fast in my 4.5 hour exam next week #okay ill stop now im done

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dawn-likes-cigarettes · 5 days

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{Dawn Wilson Information}

My name is Dawn Wilson. I’m 18 years old and I’ve lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma my whole life. I’m a drug addict, which I wish I could change but I can’t help it… I occasionally drink and I live with my brother with his wife and kid.

OOC: GOT INSPIRATION FROM @s0dap0p-curt1s :3 I made this for fun to have more information lol 🐭1. {Basics} 2. {Appearance} 3. {Personality} 4. {Relationships} 5. {Interests} 6. {Background} 7. {RP information}

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☆Full name: Dawn Holly Wilson ⁃ {Nicknames} ⁃ Dusk; it’s the opposite of Dawn lol ⁃ Hollandaise sauce; her middle name ⁃ Kid; cause of her height ⁃ Little sis; by Austin ⁃ Pretty little grease; by male socs ⁃ Whore/slut/hoe; by female socs ⁃ Drunk/smoker; by little kids that have terrible parents (cause they don’t pay attention to their kids) ☆Age: 18 years old ⁃ {Birthday}: June 5, 1949 ⁃ {Zodiac}: Gemini ☆Gender: Cis Female ⁃ {Species}: Drug addicted human

☆Sexual Orientation: Lesbian ☆Nationality: American, German background ☆Ethnicity: American German ☆Hometown: Tulsa, Oklahoma: North side

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☆Occupation: Waitress; does not pay well so her brother gives her money

☆Religion: unreligious; parents are Jewish-Germans ☆Languages: ⁃ English ⁃ Some German, but barely

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☆Height: 5’4” ☆Weight: 95 lbs ☆Body type: petite, curvy

☆Skin: ⁃ {Texture}: soft, a little dirty ⁃ {Tone}: tan ☆Hair: ⁃ {Color}: golden blond ⁃ {Length}: middle-back length ⁃ {Style}: always down but swept to the side

☆Eyes: ⁃ {Shape}: Doe ⁃ {Color}: light light blue ☆Scars: ⁃ Not a lot of scars ⁃ Practically scratches now ⁃ Cigarette burns on her thighs ☆Piercings: two piercings each on both ears ☆Accessories: ⁃ bracelets ⁃ Rag outside her back pocket ⁃ Usually wears a headband when she’s feeling pretty 😋

☆Clothing style: Dirty (dirt and grease dirty) casual

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☆No drugs personality: ⁃ mean, quiet, compulsive liar, a bitch, cranky, hateful, stubborn, isn’t toxic or abusive, dramatic, suicidal ☆With drugs personality: ⁃ nice, loud, childish, still a bitch but a bad bitch, stubborn, happy, positive, dramatic

☆Positive traits: street smart and positive ☆Negative traits: stubborn, forgetful, and cranky, suicidal

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☆Habits: ⁃ Extremely hard drug user ⁃ Constantly getting hurt physically ⁃ Very addictive smoker ⁃ {tw; self harm} Cutting self ☆Pet Peeves: ⁃ extremely rude ⁃ Toxic relationships ⁃ Ignorance

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☆Usual first impression: ⁃ nasty drunk but is actually a smoker ⁃ Mean and carefree ⁃ Disrespectful ☆Fears: ⁃ fear of losing family ⁃ fear of boredom ⁃ fear of old men ⁃ fear of dying too young ⁃ fear of being forgotten (OOC: same)

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☆Mother: Martha A. James ☆Father: Unknown

☆Siblings: ⁃ {Brother}: Austin K. Wilson ⁃ {Sister-in-Law}: Jazzlynn K. Wilson ☆Niece: ⁃ Marygold E. Wilson

☆Grandparents: ⁃ Thomas F. James ⁃ Cleo H. James

☆Friends: ⁃ Ponyboy Curtis (only met once and now Pony thinks they’re best friends. Wtf bruh)

☆Lover: ⁃ no one yet, does have a crush on a girl named Callie Collidge (eh eh, see the reference hehe)

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☆Likes: ⁃ smoking ⁃ Teasing ⁃ Cookies ⁃ Flowers ⁃ Self control (but she herself cannot do that…) ⁃ Parties ⁃ Compliments ☆Dislikes: ⁃ Quiet rooms ⁃ Leprechauns (Staar…) ⁃ Calming environments ⁃ Reading ⁃ Church (it’s boring to her since she’s not religious)

☆Hobbies: ⁃ {Music}: Rock, Metal, loud, head-banging music ⁃ Shoplifting ⁃ Pretending to be a cowgirl ⁃ Smoking ⁃ Dancing aggressively

☆Talents: ⁃ can surprising make extremely good food ⁃ Being a bad bitch ⁃ Can get high and after 2 hours, is back to normal

☆Skills: ⁃ Fights ⁃ Shoplifting ⁃ Flirting ⁃ Getting burned and not caring; high pain tolerance

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☆Favorite people: ⁃ Austin Wilson ⁃ Jazzlynn Wilson ⁃ Marygold Wilson ⁃ Jibril Wa’el (thinks of him kinda like a father figure :3) ⁃ Staar (only cause they are a hilarious duo) ☆Least favorite people: ⁃ Launcey Williams (only cause she’s kinda rude) ⁃ Dallas Winston (he’s annoying) ⁃ Curly Shepard (same as Dally) ⁃ Tim Shepard (he’s like an old man)

☆Tolerable people: ⁃ Angela Shepard (she’s okay just judgmental towards EVERYTHING) ⁃ Johnny Cade ⁃ TwoBit Mathews ⁃ Steve Randle

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☆Background: ⁃ {childhood}: ⁃ She was constantly bullied for being fatherless. ⁃ Of course Austin was a butthead as a kid as well, being 16 when she was 6. ⁃ Their mother was a drunk and constantly had panic attacks. ⁃ {most of teenage life} ⁃ Same bullying but their mother went into a coma, leaving Austin as the “parent” of the house. ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

☆RP Information: ⁃ {is it open?} ⁃ Yes!! It’s always open!! ⁃ {what am I comfortable?} ⁃ I am comfortable with nsfw, sfw, agere, petre, anything as long as it’s not pedo, rape, or anything like that. (I also do angst.)

OOC: Hello it’s @i-like-ratsssss !!!! Hope this give enough information, it definitely did for me so I can go back to this and see what to tell people 😭

#the outsiders #the outsiders oc #information

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