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luxthestrange · 11 months

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Incorrect quotes#830 Speechless

Luke and Asmo Playing how to be interviewed

Asmo*Holding a toy mic to Luke*What does beautiful mean to you?

Luke: Mc!

Asmo*Squeals but coughs and smiles*Oh really?~

Luke: Yes!

Asmo: Who else is beautiful?~

Luke: Granma Lilith!

Asmo: Oh really?~

Luke: Yes!

Asmo:Are you beautiful?

Luke*Pouts and shakes head*NO! Im a boy!

Asmo: Boys CAN be beautiful!~

Luke*Blinks at this revelation*Ok!

Asmo: Then are you beautiful?~

Luke*Smiles proudly and nods*YES!

Asmo*Squeals and hugs Luke kissing his face*Oh my beautiful baby!~Tho yes Mc and Lilith are the prettiest~

Luke*Whines from the hug but doesnt push him off* MC AND LILITH ARE THE PRETTIEST...but your also pretty asmo*Blushes and looks down embarrassed*

Asmo*Blinks and lips tremble hugging him closer*MY HEART!~-

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blueeyeddarkknight · 2 months

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Omg omg GUYS! ! SLIDER in tgm! ⚡❤️🥹😭😭

This pic just dropped of Rick slider rossovich and Tom maverick cruise during the iceman funeral scene 😭

#top gun #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #Slider #ron slider kerner #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #tom cruise #pete maverick mitchell #tgm #deleted scene #Funeral scene #tear jerker #val kilmer #he attended his funeral #Ice's funeral #tg #tg nation #Rick rossovich

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bottlepiecemuses · 4 months

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Goodbye Kuma, You Lived A Wonderful Life

Like Vegapunk said, he never caused anyone harm. The only harm that's being done is that he will no longer be with us and be human in a world that has no time for humanity. Goodbye, Kuma and it was wonderful finally see what you were like in life and it will be even sadder to see you not being able to return to what you once were.

#bonney #kuma #bartholomew kap #kuma's mother #ivankov #ginny #monkey d dragon #potato #gyogyo #vegapunk #one piece 1102 #one piece 1102 spoilers #one piece #sentomaru #tear jerker

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juicehashtag · 1 month

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TikTok moment style moment adrianne lenker moment

#south park #style #southpark fanart #southpark fandom #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #fan art #doomed yaoi #tear jerker

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avalentina · 11 months

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A Family That Just Can't Be

Image is not mine.

Word Count: 596

Warning- This one gets personal. I recently found out that I have PCOS, for those of you that don't know what it is, it's Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, it means there are a bunch of little cysts in my ovaries that cause a buildup of blood. (I was bleeding for almost 6 consecutive weeks). 70-80% of women with PCOS can not get pregnant. So I wanted to write a little blurb about it. I hope y'all enjoy. (Personally, I'm just happy to not be constantly bleeding anymore)

You may shed tears, don't worry, it is a totally normal reaction to denying our beloved Harry the family he so deserves, even when it is out of both of their control.

Now, to the blurb:

"Y/N, I'm home." Harry sings as he walks into his London mansion. When he doesn't get a response, he starts to get a little bit worried.

"Y/N? Darling? Love?" He asks into every room he checks. Finally he pokes his head into a pastel coral painted room, the room the two had decided would someday be their nursery.

Sitting on the plush white rug was his beautiful wife, "Y/N?" He asked. She was staring out the window, but her mind was lost in space after hours of crying. Which H noticed once he sat down next to her and turned her head so he could kiss her.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, she winced at the pet name and curled further into herself.

"Love, you're scaring me." H said.

"H, I can't be here anymore." She finally croaked out. "I can't do this." She added before getting up. She wanted to burn this entire room, the room they had been trying for nearly a year to fill.

"I caved H, I caved and went to my OBGYN today. It's never going to happen for us."

"GOD, I'M SUCH A FUCKING FAILURE!" She screamed and punched the wall.

"Woah. Woah woah woah. Sshhh, everything's going to be alright." H cooed and she whipped on him.

"NO, EVERYTHING WILL NOT BE ALRIGHT H."

"Hey, we just have to keep trying, it'll happen for us someday."

"OH MY GOD H, DON'T YOU GET IT, IT WON'T! It won't ever happen for us H, it won't happen because I can't, I can't get pregnant H, I'm infertile." She yelled but her yells became sobs. Harry was speechless, he felt his own knees go weak.

Sitting them back down on the floor, this time with her in his lap, he just held her, wanting to give her every ounce of strength he had. He could feel how broken she felt.

"I have PCOS, Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, which basically just means that my ovaries are full of tiny little cysts that won't let anything through. I can ovulate, albeit not for long, and not as often, you can come inside of me as many times as you want, but no matter what, your sperm will never touch my eggs, let alone latch onto one.

"There are other options, love." He whispered.

"Except those other options don't involve me having our child growing inside me."

"Listen love, I love you. Yes we wanted a family, I wanted to be a dad and teach our kids how to dance, and take them on trips all over the world, change all of their stinky diapers, drop them off to school on their first day, and watch your belly grow with a life the two of us created. But as long as I have you, I will always be the happiest man alive."

For the rest of the afternoon, the two sat there, mourning the loss of the family they never got the chance to have.

Sorry for the tear-jerker.

-Ava

#harry styles #harry's house album #harry 1d #pcosawareness #pcossucks #pcosjourney #infertility #dadrry #dad!harry styles #its ok to cry #its ok not to be ok #comfort harry styles #london #harry styles blurb #tear jerker

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mrspasser · 29 days

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After the snap - chapter 1 - Sterek fanfic

Another fic from a while back that didn't get put on Tumblr. Well, it's here now. Please keep some tissues nearby, I'm told they're needed.

The werewolf across from her shifts in his seat. It's always a bit like pulling teeth with him, getting him to share his thoughts. At first, she was convinced he would give up on therapy. Truthfully, even after almost four years of it she still wonders every now and then if he would just stop showing up some day. Yet, he keeps coming to their weekly appointments. They're short, only thirty minutes, and sometimes no more than ten words come out of her client. However, she has learned to listen to what isn't being said, to read between the lines. It’s how she knows that getting therapy is a promise he made to someone important, before The Snap.

Find it on A03 and Wattpad

After the snap - Chapter 1

Melody Brooks looks over her schedule for the day. She has five clients today. Two in the morning, two in the afternoon and one in her evening slot. After that, she has a short session with her colleague, to evaluate their day. Or, to just unload all the worries her clients have bestowed upon her that day. It's not unusual for them to do it over a glass of Bordeaux, after all, they're just human. As are all of her clients too, even though some of them are a little more than human.

It's something the world learned after The Snap, or The Blip, the euphemisms used to describe the annihilation of half the people on the planet. Most churches stopped using the phrase "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" after that catastrophic day, as it was too painful for their congregation to hear. Melody tries to see the irony in that, believing that humor can be a healthy coping mechanism when deployed appropriately. It's one way to deal with it, as there are many ways, not all of them healthy or right. Still, each person has a right to deal with it in their own way, to act as they see fit. She is just there to help them along the way, if they want her to.

The people suffered from the loss of their loved ones, some to the point of being no longer able to deal with those losses. Suicide rates had gone up after that day, and now, almost five years later, they're still higher than before. Melody lost clients, some of them even after years of therapy. Others, she was able to help pick up their lives again, to live on with the memories. Everyone's progress is different, some are faster than others. And with some, the pace is glacial.

"So, Derek, tell me. What's new this week?"

"The old fox burrow is in use again," he says, his gaze locked on the coffee table between them.

"Oh? Just one fox? Or a family?" Melody actually quite likes the information Derek Hale shares with her about the animal life in the Preserve that surrounds most of Beacon Hills. With his heightened senses the werewolf can discern more than others. It's his job too, he's been a park ranger for two years now. Getting the job was cause for celebration, to her surprise the man had even hugged her, momentarily overwhelmed by emotions.

"Two. I think there'll be a family soon." He smiles a little then, looking up from the table. The Snap had affected all living creatures, animals and man alike. To see nature finding its way again is important beyond measure.

"That's good news!" Melody acknowledges, before moving on to a new subject. "Did your shipment of timber come in yet?"

Derek nods. “Not all of it, but the large beams are there, so I can start on the framework.”

In the past two years, the werewolf had torn down the charred remains of his old family home in the Preserve bit by bit, meaning to build a new house in its place. Melody had once happened upon the old house when hiking the trails. She was not a native to Beacon Hills, but her friend was, and he had told her about the Hales and the tragedy of the fire that took the lives of most of the family. Of course there was more to that story than the average townspeople knew, as it all happened before people were privy to the existence of werewolves and other supernatural creatures.

The alien invasion in New York proved that they were not alone in the universe. And after The Snap, people discovered mankind wasn’t alone on Earth either. Or rather, that mankind was more diverse than they’d all thought. And The Snap had affected everybody. Werewolves without pack, witches without their coven, forests that were suddenly bereft of their protecting druids, the list went on and on. One good thing that came out of The Snap was that mankind bonded together, reaching out to the people that remained. And, to some people’s surprise or even anger, that bond also extended to the people that were a little more than human. People were so happy to see their neighbour survive that they didn’t even care that their neighbour went furry each full moon. Melody’s parents, who had both miraculously survived that dreadful day, discovered that their neighbour from across the street was a druid. Her father just said it explained a lot about why Ted’s rose bushes were always the first to blossom.

Derek is more at ease with the older man than with the younger, she knows they get together a couple of nights a week, drinking beer and playing cards, or watching a game. She has met the sheriff a couple of times and admires him strongly. He lost his son in The Snap, a boy in his early twenties, and most of his deputies. However, out of a strong sense of community, the sheriff kept on going. It is mainly thanks to him that the town pulled through the way they did.

Besides a werewolf, Melody also has a witch as a client. William Johnson is the retired head of the local elementary school, always dressed in a sweater vest, with his dark, bald head shining like a bowling ball. He was one of the most positive people she’d ever met, but he’d lost his wife and almost his whole coven in The Snap, and that was more than enough to rattle a man.

Derek Hale also lost his people, his pack. For the second time, as it turned out. The man had experienced trauma upon trauma and he was most certainly not ready to rehash all that. So they work on the little things, on moving forward, one step at a time, to keep on living. He is not totally alone, that helps a little. There is another werewolf, an Alpha like him, and there is a human, the father of one of his lost packmates. The three of them have formed a new, makeshift pack, even though a pack usually has only one Alpha. Melody knows the new house will have rooms for them, even though they don’t live together now and maybe never will.

After Derek has told her about his work on the house, she asks about his pack. “How’s Scott? Did you talk to him this week?”

Over the years Melody has learned that Stiles, the sheriff’s son, held an important place in Derek’s life. There were Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Jackson, all connected to him through the bond between Alpha and Beta. There was Scott, who was a rather reluctant member of Derek’s pack, which explained their rocky relationship in the present. And there was Stiles, not a werewolf, yet maybe the most loyal member of Derek’s pack nonetheless. Of the pack only Scott remained. At first there was Scott’s girlfriend too, but she had moved away with her family to Europe after The Snap and Derek had mentioned them breaking up not long after.

Derek scoffs quietly. He doesn’t always see eye to eye with the other werewolf and they often have little spats because of it. At first, Derek was bottling everything up inside, afraid to lose yet another pack member. In time, he’s learned that he wouldn’t lose his friend just because they argued. It is slow learning, heavily influenced by past experiences. He had to learn that he was not the only one that needed the other, that his friend would never truly leave him, even though they might not speak for a couple of days because emotions ran high between them.

“It was different… with Stiles,” Derek had once said in one of his rare moments of transparency. “We argued all the time, but he always stayed, even when I didn’t want him to.” A wistful smile had crossed his face. “He was always there.” For me , was left unsaid but still heard.

“Scott has been doing that speed-date thing again,” Derek answers after a short pause. “He wanted me to come too.”

“It could be nice, meeting new people?” Melody knows to tread lightly when it comes to this subject. There are names in Derek’s past, Kate or Jennifer for instance, that have done a lot of damage. And there is one name he still holds on to, long after his disappearance.

“I don’t need to sit down at a table to do that.” It sounds bitter and Melody knows the reason behind that. Derek is a handsome man, beautiful to most standards, even with the white hairs that have appeared in his short beard. It’s a face that makes people look twice, even though most days he doesn’t carry the most friendly expression. It’s a face that makes people approach him, has women - and some men - give him their number or outright proposition him.

“People at a speed-date event tend to be looking for a relationship instead of a one night stand. It wouldn’t be the same.”

“Don’t care.” With that, Derek closes off again. Melody makes a soft sound of acknowledgement, knowing the werewolf can hear her. She’s not judging and Derek knows that by now. It’s another thing he’s learned.

“It’s almost time,” she says, closing her notebook. “Will I see you next week?”

Derek nods, getting up from his chair. “I’ll be here.”

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“Thanks, son,” Noah says as he takes the beer from Derek. “God knows I could use a cold one after the day I've had.” He has been out and about all day in the California summer. He’s grateful that Derek’s loft is nice and cool, partially thanks to the dark curtains in front of the large window.

“Dinner’s ready in twenty,” the werewolf informs him, taking a seat at the kitchen table across from him. They always sit here when they’re in the loft; they have their own seats, their own routines. Derek’s kitchen table is a comfortable place to be. The table is handcrafted from wood from the Preserve, made by Derek himself. The chairs are a fairly recent addition to the loft; comfortable seats that invite you to sit in them for long nights filled with good food and interesting conversation.

“Smells good already.” Noah takes a long drink from his beer, washing away the dust from the day. He’d spent most of the afternoon directing traffic, when a truck with live cattle went off the road. Only one of the cows was hurt bad enough that they had to put her down, the others came away with minor scratches and a good scare. At his age he wasn’t going to run after escaped cows anymore, he’d left that to his young deputies and had taken it upon himself to direct traffic around the area of the crash. He likes doing that, most of the people waving a hello at him when they move past him.

“I used one of Claudia’s recipes,” Derek says, drinking from his own beer.

“The beef casserole,” Noah nods, “I already thought it smelled familiar.” Between the two of them Derek is the best cook; Claudia’s recipe books are in good hands with him.

In the comfortable silence that follows Noah looks idly around the room. Over the years the loft has become more homey, with Derek adding furniture, carpets and drapes to the industrial open space. He knows a lot of it was Stiles' idea, his son urging his Alpha to make a more permanent home for himself. Stiles hasn't been around to see how much of his suggestions Derek has actually followed, with most of it happening after that disastrous day that cut down the world's population by half. Still, it warms Noah's heart to see what Derek did - and still does - to keep the memory of his pack, and Stiles foremost, alive.

One of the walls is covered in photographs, most of them taken from the phones of the kids. Stiles is in a lot of those photos, often smiling. There is one picture that he loves best, one that was taken without Stiles knowing. If he remembers correctly, it was Erica who took it. She was responsible for the lion's share of the pictures on the wall, on account of her always taking pictures with her phone. In the photograph Stiles and Derek are sagged out on the sofa, sitting shoulder to shoulder and both with their socked feet up on the coffee table. Stiles is throwing up a piece of popcorn and Derek is tracking it through the air with his eyes, his mouth already partially opened to catch it. In the corner of the photograph is Lydia, her bare feet wedged underneath Stiles' thigh. She is watching the tv outside of the frame, snuggled comfortably underneath Jackson's arm - the only part of him that is visible in this particular photo. Noah loves how relaxed they all are in the picture, the way you can see how close they all are.

Just one of the kids in that photo survived. The sofa is still here too, yet nobody sits on it anymore. Scott has urged Derek more than once to get rid of it, to get rid of the painful memories it contains. Derek refuses, a recurring point of strife between the two werewolves.

***

The sofa is a silent memorial to those who were lost, sitting smack dab in the middle of the Alpha's living room. Stiles was sitting there when he turned to dust, visiting Derek during his break from college. Derek had just gotten up to make them coffee when it happened, his claws raking through dusty flakes a moment later. Noah had covered the desperate claw marks with a throw spread that had been in Stiles' dorm room, something that Derek allowed only because it smelled like Stiles.

Maybe it isn't healthy for Derek to have such a monument in his living room, to hold on to the sliver of hope that they would return some day; to think that there would be a day that Stiles would sit there again, throwing up popcorn for Derek to catch. Maybe it is unfair of Noah to like that Derek keeps the sofa untouched and waiting. Maybe. But Noah will never be the one to take it away.

"That's good. She sounds nice," Allison says in her soft voice. "How's Derek? And Noah?"

Allison smiles at him from the screen, her cheeks dimpling in that familiar way he loves. It used to ache to see her, but not anymore. They are in a different place now, one where they can be friends and look back fondly upon the time they had together.

Scott tells her about the date he had with the girl he met at the speed dating event the week before. They'd gone out for coffee, to get to know each other. "I was the first werewolf she ever met, but she seems cool with it. I think I'm gonna see her again."

"The sheriff's been well. Still not thinking about retirement though." Scott grimaces a little. Noah isn't getting any younger, but he doesn't want to hear of stopping. "Derek is… well, Derek." He shrugs. "We've got most of the framework up for the new house. You can really start to see how it'll be when it's finished. You should visit us when the house is done, we'll have a housewarming party or something!"

“What?” Scott is a little confused. Just a moment ago Allison was talking about the representation of supernatural entities in the government of the European Union, and now he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. “What are you on about, Ally?”

"You know what, I think I will!" Allison smiles jovially and continues by telling what she and her father have been up to in Europe. They have ties with what remains of The Avengers, the supernatural branch of it at least. Scott doesn't really know much about it. On the one hand Allison doesn't tell him much - or isn't allowed to tell. And on the other hand it's something that Scott doesn't want anything to do with. What happened in The Blip was horrible. He lost his mother, his best friend and many other friends and family members. But it also brought good things. He feels as if the world is closer knit together than before. He doesn't have to hide his supernatural side anymore. So he tries to look forward, to see the good things. There is nothing to be gained from getting stuck in the past.

“Things are happening, Scott. I can’t tell you about it, hell, I don’t even know much about it myself, but there is something!”

“Thanos! There might be a way to defeat Thanos!”

Scott frowns. “I thought he was gone? Like, gone off to some far away planet where nobody can find him?” It had taken him some time, but eventually he’d accepted that Thanos was in a whole other league than their usual monster of the week . There were other people to deal with him; real life superheroes, who had gadgets and weapons and who worked with the U.S. government. Sure, he wanted to kick Thanos’ ass just as much as every other human being on this planet. But he couldn’t, being a werewolf did not make him a match for the Titan, far from it. And besides, he wouldn’t even know where his ass was to begin to kick it.

“I’m telling you, Scott, there might be a way!”

***

It happened on a monday, May 21 in 2018. The date is engraved in Derek’s memory, like the day his family’s house burned down or the day Laura died. It’s the day he lost his family for the second time.

It happens on a normal weekday in October, 2023. Derek is sitting at his kitchen table, enjoying a cup of tea after dinner. He’s reading an old novel, one from the James Bond series that his father used to love. Derek has seen most of the movies, the newer ones at least, and he rather enjoys the novels too.

The sound from the street reaches him first. The building his loft is in used to be abandoned and run down, but it was the first project he undertook when his life settled somewhat. Now, all the apartments are lived in and the street sees some light traffic. It’s a quiet street, yet outside there’s the sound of screeching tires, followed by confused shouts. Derek rushes towards the window, looking down at the dark street. There’s a car shoved halfway up the sidewalk, the driver’s door open, with the driver shouting at a person who is standing in the middle of the street. The person, a man dressed in stained overalls, is looking around himself in a dazed way. He clearly doesn’t know what’s happening.

Derek is about to dismiss him as a drunk, when there’s a small noise behind him. Something like the wind blowing through the leaves, only there is no wind and there are no leaves.

“D… Derek?”

His heart falls through his stomach and his knees buckle in the same moment. Derek crashes to the floor, his eyes locked on the phantom vision in the middle of his living room. There, on the sofa, dressed in the grey University of Berkeley hoodie he was wearing when he disappeared, is Stiles.

The young man makes a noise of distress when Derek hits the floor and rushes over to him. The hands that grab his shoulders feel real, solid.

Change washes over him involuntarily, his fangs lengthening, his nails sharpening and his vision washing red. But the man at his side is not deterred. “Derek? What’s happening? Derek?”

He grabs the grey hoodie with both hands, his claws piercing the fabric. “You’re not real,” he wrings out of his closed up throat. “You, you can’t be.”

Yet everything is telling him the boy is real. His hands are firm and warm. His breath is coming rapidly, his heart beating even faster. The hands close around his wrists, holding them but not pulling them away. “Derek? What is this?”

The werewolf sags against the boy, burying his face against his chest. Stiles barely manages to stay upright, catching him in a tangle of limbs. “You’re here,” Derek says breathlessly, “you’re here, you’re here.”

“I am,” Stiles answers, voice wobbling slightly. He wraps his arms around Derek’s shoulders, holding him against him. “I’m here.”

Derek can’t say how long they are sitting there like that. At some point Stiles pokes and prods them into a different position, complaining about pins and needles in his leg, but they keep holding each other. He has his face buried in Stiles’ neck, breathing his scent in over and over, to keep reminding himself that apparently this is real. Stiles is really here.

When his phone rings in his pocket, he knows it’s Noah. It’s the only reason he picks up, the only reason he takes one hand off Stiles to take his phone out of his pocket.

“Derek?” The sheriff sounds like the way Derek feels. “Is he…?”

“Yes,” Derek croaks. “He is.”

“At the loft?”

“Yes.” It’s all Derek can get out.

“I’m coming.”

Derek puts the phone away. From this close, Stiles was able to hear the conversation even without werewolf hearing. He doesn’t need to repeat it for him. Couldn’t, even if he tried. He doesn’t have the voice for it.

Stiles doesn’t ask for it either. Doesn’t ask whether that was his father on the phone. He just lets Derek burrow back against him, keeping him as close as Derek does him.

“Huh,” Stiles says after a moment, his fingers scratching idly in the short hairs on Derek’s nape. “You put up curtains.”

Chapter 2

#long post #chaptered fanfic #sterek #sterek fanfic #marvel au #derek hale #stiles stilinski #Thanos snapped his fingers #Derek got left behind #happy ending #tear jerker #ilse writes fanfiction #derek x stiles #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 7 months

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Tear Jerker (2014) by award-winning, American fine artist and graphic designer, Cecile Baird (born in 1945).

Coloured pencil on paper :: 46 x 51 cm, 18 x 20 in approx

Cecile Baird is also the author of the popular art instruction book, Painting Light with Colored Pencil.

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"I want to be the one store that’s open all night and has nothing but necessities. Something to get a fire going and something to put one out. A place where things stay frozen and a place where they are sweet… I want to hum just a little with my own emptiness at 4 a.m. To have little bells above my door. To have a door."

from “I Don’t Want to be a Spice Store” in Survival Is A Style: Poems by Christian Wiman, p. 31

[revmeg]

[via "alive on all channels"]

#still life #vegetables #tear jerker #Cecile baird #rev meg #poetry #poem #Christian Wiman #alive on all channels

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enchantingepics · 1 month

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Story Prompt 59

Under the warm embrace of the sun, a young woman took a seat beside a man on a bench in the park. The man's gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Startled by the intrusion, he turned to regard the woman, her presence stirring a flicker of curiosity within him.

"Beautiful day, huh?" she remarked, breaking the silence with a gentle smile.

"Mm," he murmured in response, his voice heavy with weariness.

Their exchange hung in the air, a delicate dance of words amidst a backdrop of silence. His eyes scanned the surroundings, observing the fear that gripped those nearby. His hands remained hidden within his pockets, fingers toying with something concealed within.

"What's your name?" she inquired, her voice soft and inviting.

He hesitated before replying, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm tired of being strangers," she replied with a playful grin.

He shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her gaze. She was a vision of serenity, her presence a balm to his troubled soul. Despite his reservations, he found himself drawn to her.

"I can't," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then I won't tell you mine," she countered, her laughter dancing on the breeze.

Their conversation ebbed and flowed, punctuated by moments of introspection. He marveled at her beauty, so familiar yet enigmatic. She, in turn, found solace in his company, a kindred spirit in a world fraught with uncertainty.

"Do you know who I am?" he ventured, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

"Of course," she replied cryptically.

"Then why ask my name?"

She offered no explanation, content to revel in the shared silence. As they sat side by side, he stole glances in her direction, captivated by her presence. She, too, found herself drawn to him, a sense of deja vu lingering in the air.

"You know I could hurt you, right?" he warned, his words tinged with regret.

"Dangerous? Perhaps. Hurt me? Not likely," she quipped, her laughter a melody in the quietude of the park.

Their exchange took on a poignant tone, each word laden with unspoken meaning. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She smiled in response, a wistful expression in her eyes.

"It's time to let me go," she whispered, her form beginning to fade.

He watched helplessly as she vanished before his eyes, a ghost of his past slipping away into the ether. Alone once more, he was left to ponder the fleeting nature of love and loss in a world consumed by shadows.

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vany-kun · 1 year

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Goodbye, Tomoriru...

#love live #nijigasaki #setsuna yuuki #tomori kusunoki #makima #chainsaw man #goodbye tomori #tear jerker

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purplerain85 · 2 years

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Love Hurts

Paring: Happy Lowman x Reader

Thank you to @yourwonkywriter for reading this before hand

Warning: Extreme heartbreak, OC death (no graphic details but there is mention of blood), Hurt/then angry revengeful Happy.

Summary: someone from Happy’s pass has come back for retaliation and Y/N just happens to be the one that gets caught alone at their house. Based on Love Hurts by Nazareth. Chibbs, Tig, and Bobby, Jax, Gemma make an appearance.

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A/N: I honestly have no idea where this idea came from and I wanna apologize now.

Happy was standing at the bar with Gemma and the boy when Chibbs phone rang and it showed Y/N Chibbs laughs and says “Y/N drunk dial me again?” Poking fun at Happy who makes a face and says “it was a misdial, don’t get to excited” Chibbs answers and put it on speaker and the gut wrenching scream that came though the speaker put everyone on high “ HAAAPPPY!! HELP! Fuck you! Ow ow Ow! Snake 🐍 tattoo neck!” Then the phone goes silent

Gemma screams “GO! I’ll call Unser!” Happy instantly regretted driving the van to the shop he knew Jax, Chibbs, Tig, Bobby would get there first, which made he fell a little at easy but then the Snake Tattoo comment made him remember something.

The boys pull up to Happy and Y/N’s house and the door was kicked in. Jax tells Tig to keep and eye out for Happy and keep him outside until they know what is happening. And tells Chibbs to check out back and takes Bobby in the front with him. They make their way to the front door and sees all the blood Jax calls out “Y/N!!!!” Bobby notices here first between the bedroom and the hall and instantly goes to her. She is barely hanging on and starts to fight off Bobby until she recognizes his voice “Y/N calm down and try to tell me what you remember? I know Happy taught you how to remember certain things?” At the mention of Happy’s name you start to hyperventilate and say “don’t wanna leave him!” Bobby lies to you “you are not going to leave him but I need you to tell me what you remember!” just as Chibbs joins Jax and Bobby and says “Jesus”

She says “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Y/N is starting to choke on her blood and coughs Bobby who is holding as best as he can and to make her as comfortable as he can he looks at Jax and Chibbs and shakes his head signalling that you are not going to make it. He says “you did good darling”. Y/N say tell Ha-ha-ppy that I love him with everything I had and I don’t blame him and not to blame himself.” With that she is gone.

Just then they hear the van coming up the street and Chibbs says “I got happy! Tig will need help keeping him out” Chibbs walks out the front door to Tig and tells him “she’s dead and we have to keep him out or he is going to lose his shit” tig say “oh fuck! how the fuck are we going to do that he is crazy about the woman and if need be he will shot us!” Chibbs says “I will figure out what to tell him but if need to we will fight him if we need to.”

Happy pulls up and hopes out only to be stopped by Tig and Chibbs and Chibbs tells him “you don’t wanna go in there, you don’t wanna remember her like that brother” Happy looks at him confused for half a second and says “no! No she’s not” just then Gemma pulls up with Mercer and comes up to Happy, Tig and Chibbs and says “what happened?” Jax and Bobby walk out the front both are visibly upset Jax is crying and Bobby is covered in blood. Gemma says “Happy I am so sorry I don’t even know what to say”. Happy attempts to make charge to the house and it takes everyone to keep him out and Chibbs “saying you don’t wanna see her like that! I will be haunted how I saw her!”

Bobby says “she told me to tell you that she loves you and she doesn’t blame you!” Happy never being a man of many emotions is full on crying over the first woman besides his mother that he truly loved and he knows it’s his fault regardless of what Y/N says. He looks at Bobby and says “what else did she say?” Bobby looks at him “we need to deal with this before we deal with that person, we have to give her some peace and once she is laid to rest we will revisit what we are dealing with”

Jax looks and Unser “get the coroner here and make sure she is treated properly she is not to go to Skeeter or we will have another body, I also hope you know we will be dealing with this together and the moment we notice you are not making any progress we will take over from you cause you know if we don’t Happy will go rogue and will kill everything he thinks is blocking his way to this person.” Unser says “figured that was how it was going to play out. Tell happy that I am sorry for his loss.”

Five days later

The guys, Gemma and the crow eaters had gotten Happy’s place cleaned even though he hasn’t been back there and probably will sell or set it on fire he know he would never go back there. Two days after Y/N murder Happy finally got to see her and get his goodbye he was grateful that Chibbs stopped him from going in the house see her in the morgue was hard enough for him and he isn’t even sure he has ever cried this much the 6 year he got with her didn’t seem long enough he wanted to marry her and have babies with her but someone took that from him.

Now five days later is was her funeral, Gemma took over cause Happy was to depressed and couldn’t even talk about flowers let alone caskets. Gemma went all out for the funeral and found the perfect spot in the graveyard after she will be cremated where Happy could visit Y/N alone it was under a Willow tree where the tree will always shade and protect them. She made sure she was going to be buried in her favourite dress. She found a crematorium two hours away who was willing to do it for her. She got the flowers set up and even though Gemma thought it was best not too Happy wanted an open casket he didn’t want to say his final goodbyes to a lid.

Just before the funeral Bobby called a meeting so he could tell everyone what Y/N said “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Jax ask “Happy does that sound familiar?” Happy nodded “I know who it is he blames me for his brothers overdose but I was just with the drug dealer who sold him the drugs and Tyler was killed in another drug deal about 10 years ago I figured that was that but I guess I was wrong and completely let my guard down and Y/N paid the price” Chibbs “where do we find this fucker? Cause I think I can speak for everyone and say we need to find him and torture him tell he is dead!” Happy says “no this is my fight and it’s something I cannot drag you guys in”

Tig says “no offence Brother a little late for that! We are all affected by this not just you we are all hurting and there is a lot less light around this place now that Y/N is dead so again where do we find him?” Happy looks at everyone and for the first time sees how hurt his brothers are and feels even more pain and says “we will look for him after we put Y/N to rest as I know someone who will probably know. And if they won’t there will be a lot more Happy faces added”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the church the song Gemma picked was Y/N favourite song 🎵 You are my Sunshine by Music Travel Love🎵 which was a Johnny Cash cover it made everyone cry even more. Jax, Happy, Chibbs and Bobby made the drive up to the crematorium was quiet and mournful as they made their way there more and more charters joined to make sure they got there and it was then how much Happy realized Y/N touched everyone and it broke him even more and all he could think “Revenge!! I will show you Revenge!! I will take every single person he knows out so he knows I am coming and he will have nowhere to hide and plans to make his death even more painful then he made Y/N death.”

At the crematorium John was waiting for them to show up he closed early and made sure no one would be there but the small party that was showing up well that was what he was expecting he didn’t except over 60 bikers to show up with a van. Jax got out and greeted John and said they were expected here and John said “I wasn’t expecting so many people just a couple people.” Jax said “only the ones in the van who were going in, thank you for doing this for us” they got Y/N out from the back of the van and loaded her into the fire pit. John showed them how to work it and left them to have their final farewell.

After they said their goodbyes they left Happy alone he whispered to her “I am so very sorry this happened to you and I should have know better to let you get involved with me. I am so happy I got to love you with every ounce of my being even though I never deserved you or your heart. I will make this right even though it will never bring you back I promise never to go to your grave tell I get him. I love you so much Y/N I always will tell I can be with you again” he wiped his face pushed the table in closed the door and turned the fire one and stood there watching for what seemed like forever. He would make sure he told John that he would want some of your ashes for a tattoo and for ring he was going to get made.

16 months later

20 bodies later and 20 kills later they finally found him and it took him 8 days for his body to finally give out with the tranquilizers and other pills that Tig was able to get his hands on. Happy felt a little more at peace knowing he was gone.

He got a ring made with your ashes made and he always wears it on his ring finger. Today he got the tattoo he designed for Y/N to have your ashes added in with the ink. It was put over his heart with the saying “You are my Sunshine” with your favourite flowers.

He visits your gave almost every day now.

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