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cmeiffel · 2 years

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chapter 2

April 21st

In the little over two weeks he's been here, Jaren noticed quite a few peculiar things about the people he's met.

For a start, everyone seems to be split in terms of being referred to by nickname or legal name. There are people like Scotty, Marcel and Tyler who don't mind their real names being used, and those like David and Brock who are cool with being called Nogla or Moo from time to time. But there are some, like himself, who'd rather go strictly by nickname. Those of which include McNasty, Soup as well as Grizzy and Puffer from the next town over. Jaren is glad though, that no one seems to question it. Everyone is aware that the people who find themselves a regular at The Noose aren't exactly free from a troubled past. Everyone has their story, and no one is obligated to justify their preferences.

And just as well, because Jaren doesn't think he even wants to know why his newfound friends are the way that they are. From the first impressions he got from some of them, it was probably best he remained unaware of whatever made them as such.

"How about I drop you off at Matt's? He probably has everything you'll need, and at this time of day I expect his guys are there too," Marcel said. It was barely 4pm, he could spare some time to drive Jaren before heading off to his evening shift.

Jaren recalled meeting Matt the first few days after his arrival. He'd been sitting with John one late afternoon going on about the increase in expenses they both seemed to suddenly suffer from. The man, Jaren learned, owns a 24/7 convenience store a few streets down from John's Noose. He hadn't had the chance to see it, but from his first impression of Matt himself, he was quite curious to how a man like him could own a glorified 7-11.

When he stepped in, he was definitely surprised, however slightly, at the stark difference between the exterior and interior of the place. It's what was expected of a corner store- windows that were covered with newspaper clippings, adverts and posters, all plastered on and faded with time. The sign stretching overhead should be lit, but the words 'EVERYTHING YOU NEED 24/7' were still readable. The door showed signs of what used to be vulgar graffiti all over, that of which had long been scrubbed off. Safe to say, Jaren did not expect a clean, brightly lit, concrete-floored, white-walled, proper store. Neither had he expected the keyboard right in the middle of the store being played by a customer who was singing to the cashier who was also singing back.

"My friend, I just want to be your friend!" The one on the keys sang out.

"I have so many friends, everybody that comes to the store is my friend!" The cashier replied, also in song.

"My friend, maybe I could be special and be your only friend!"

(It was at this point where he saw Matt leaning against a shelf trying to hide his laughter.)

"My friend, no, please just buy a SLURPEE!" That last note was strong and Jaren was almost impressed.

Clearly not wanting to be outdone, the key player laid his reply heavy with spice, "My friend, can I get it for ten percent off?"

The man behind the counter was unfazed, his own voice still strong. "My friend, no you CAN'T."

Jaren could not hold himself back from whatever the back-and-forth situation in front of him was, and he cleared his throat to get the attention of the other three men.

"I'm just gonna buy a pretzel somewhere else, if I'm interrupting you guys?"

Immediately the Matt got even more hysterical and the two others turned bright red at being caught.

Between gasps of laughter, Matt managed to speak a coherent enough sentence. "Fellas, this is Smitty! The kid Evan was talking about." Matt controlled himself enough to walk over to Jaren and clap an arm around his shoulders.

Jaren raised a hand in an awkward wave, the confidence he had earlier dissipating. As he was being introduced, he let his eyes study the new faces.

"Smitty, meet McNasty. He's tall and dumb, but in a cute way."

McNasty was indeed tall, a big red hoodie hid his figure but Jaren could tell the man was at least a little fit. His hair was messy, in a just-got-out-of-bed fashion, but he wore it well. His features were hard yet his eyes held hints of mischief. Jaren could admit that he wasn't that bad looking.

"And this is Eric, but we call him Dooo. Why? Because he has shit stains on his mattress and he's a low-iq virgin."

Eric on the other hand, was short and really really pale. In fact, Jaren could clearly see the veins under the skin of his hands as they rested on the keyboard. He wore a fitting shirt that showed bony shoulders, and grey shorts that fell right above even bonier knees. He smiled easily at Jaren, even after Matt's words about him.

"And since you already know about me-"

Matt looked no different from when Jaren first met him at John's. Black skinny jeans underneath a large sweatshirt, silver chain around his neck and rings adorning his fingers. His face bright as ever, with a charming smile that eased Jaren.

"-Let me welcome you to my little hole in the wall."

But to Jaren, first impressions make no sense because no one ever gets ready in the morning with the expectations of meeting someone new. People usually find themselves under-dressed and having to scramble to look good in front of a new face. What was unusual was being over-dressed for such circumstances.

"John, I swear to everything unholy that if your AC is down, I will murder you personally."

Now, Jaren knows dramatics. He knows exaggerations. But whatever he just heard from whoever just walked in? Even he admits that it was a little over the top. Not saying he blamed the man in the stylish fur-lined leather jacket, but really, what idiot wears such a thing on an April afternoon? It may not be that hot, but it was definitely humid and Jaren himself was sweating even looking at the man.

The man who slid into the booth Jaren currently occupied with a bright smile on his red face.

"Hi! Smitty, right?" And wow is that Irish accent a surprise.

"Yes, and you're the walking sauna?" Jaren had his eyebrow raised.

"Haha, very funny. Evan mentioned your brilliant sarcasm," the stranger paused for a moment to peel off his jacket. "The name's Brian, and I was aiming to impress the newbie with my cool-ness."

"No offense, Brian. But nothing about you screams cool right now," John interrupted, bringing a serving of sorbet for the Irishmen. "You're just being excessive."

Brian snorted at the younger's remark, focusing back on Jaren. In the next few minutes, Jaren learned that Brian was just about to leave for Ireland with his boyfriend, and wanted to stop by to introduce himself first. He was supposed to wait for said boyfriend anyways, if only he could hurry his lazy ass.

"I swear, it's like he doesn't even want to come with!" Brain told him.

Jaren chuckled softly to be polite, not entirely comfortable with someone he just met pouring out their relationship issues onto him.

"I think I'll just go wait for Craig at the airport, don't wanna risk anything. See ya, Smitty!"

And as quickly as he came, Brian left, sorbet in one hand, ridiculous jacket in the other. Jaren sat there slightly dazed, still processing the events of the previous fifteen minutes. He managed to collect himself after a while, filing away the thought of Brian in his mind, acutely aware of the steadily growing number of people in his life he has to keep track of.

Just how many people in this fucking town does Evan know?

#ave remembers how to write #rtza #bbs #noose au #bbs noose au #the noose

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disruptivevoib · 14 days

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Incase the lot of you thought the homestuck au thing was a joke and also dead no. and no. !! Explanation here is that Soul makes troll version dolls of heart and mind, then a doll of himself as a human. He gives Heart and Mind each the codes of the opposite (Heart gets the mind doll code, and vice versa) (or he ships them to them somehow? idk. stuffs rough lol) and they make those and throw them into their sprites at behest of Soul. And also because they don't really realize they are dolls of troll versions of the other until its.. a little late.

Both sprites, M1ND5PR1T3 and <3sprite are over-exagerrated and bastardized versions of the other.

M1ND5PR1T3 speaks in all caps, <3sprite all lowercase.

Soulsprite facilitates between two extremes of "I want to die" and "I have had at least ten monster energy's in the last 12 hours and im going!!!!!! CRAZY!!"

When M1ND5PR1T3 and <3sprite meet, they are basically built to hate one another- and thusly do. M1ND5PR1T3 or <3sprite attempt to punch the other and... well, second prototype each other.

Soulsprite will get mixed in later.

@calamarispiderart made the <3sprite and M1ND5PR1T3 designs and is also responsible for a lot of their characterization stuff!!!

#homestuck au I GUESS #homestuck au #ccccstuck?? lol #hate this but its so funny and unserious and silly #fanvoids #cj heart #cj mind #cj soul #chonnys charming chaos compendium #homestuck #cw noose #forgot those tags for filtering oops

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sassaffrassa · 2 months

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commission for @out-there-on-the-maroon aka aunt_zelda, of a scene from a Western AU they're working on, which you KNOW i am hyped about🤠

i had far too much fun working on this one, ngl, people should commission me to make more comics, i love themmmmm

#the witcher #iorveth #vernon roche #western au #spaghetti witchers #comic #commission #my art #i maked this #cw noose #cw hanging #canon typical violence #the witcher 2

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originalaccountname · 9 months

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I told a (non-bsd) friend about the new chapter and she said Chuuya looked like a moth

#i'm not even posting it on my art blog it's not worth it #didn't i see someone with a moth chuuya au #was it evermorethecrow with the chuuyai #edit: noooooo it was noose-lion i forgoooot #bsd #bsd spoilers #bsd manga spoilers #bsd 109 #apparently i talk sometimes

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batneko · 6 months

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Zombieman's doing totally fine. Nothing to worry about.

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#yes I just gave his constantly-open shirts a sad backstory #you're welcome #opm au #undead kingdom au #my art #zombieman #smoking #tw panic attack #tw noose #dehumanizing language

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socialc1imb · 9 months

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Ayo yall want triple au angst? First up we got creechurs, next in line we got cowboys, and lastly, we got cacophony angst.

#social’s art #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cj cowboy au #chonnys charming cowboy compendium #cacophony au #tw noose #ive been in a soul mood recently cant yall tell #me when *draws him nonstop in every au possible*#cj creachur au

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wisteriteeth · 11 months

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tridential sovereignty ft more whiteboard

#cccc #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #digital art #cj soul #fanart #cj heart #wisteriteeth art #cj mind #cccc au #wholly sovereign au #cw noose

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coralcatsea · 6 months

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@hetaween-event

Day 8: Nightmare

England as the Scarecrow from Batman. His fear toxin will bring about terrible nightmares!

#hetaween 2023 #hetaween #hws england #aph england #hetalia #hws #aph #scarecrow England #btas au #Batman au #nightmare #cw: noose

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thewolfprince · 7 months

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Zorua!Desmond AU

(Based off of this post between myself and @teecupangel ! This will definitely have more parts to it, as I’ll be using Codextober as an inspiration for the chapters so I’m not flying totally blind like with my Sylveon!Desmond AU.)

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At this point in life, Desmond only cared for two things: his Pokémon companion and his ancestors. He was going to sacrifice himself for the world anyways, so why should he care about his father? Or Shaun and Rebecca?

No matter what Desmond tried to tell himself, he knew it was hopeless. He cared for them. So he sent them away before activating the Eye. So they didn’t have to watch his death.

He ordered Shaun to bring Sneak with him. Sneak being the one Pokémon companion Desmond kept from his early days at The Farm. The other Pokémon his father forced him to train had been freed when he ran away, or more likely given to other novices.

Desmond refused to use his Pokémon to fight solely on his behalf like other “trainers” in the modern day did. He preferred to use his fists alongside his Pokémon. He and Sneak were two sides of a coin, true partners to the end.

But Sneak deserved to live a long, healthy life. Tears started to pool in Desmond’s eyes as he approached the Eye and raised his hand. Taking a slow breath, he touched the Eye just as a black and red blur ran past him to also touch the Isu device.

Pain engulfed Desmond’s arm and he screamed as hot molten lava flowed through his veins. Something registered in his mind, a series of words that didn’t make sense as the pain scrambled his brain.

No! I need to be with him, I can’t let Desmond be alone again! I promised him!

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A sickly boy lay in bed, coughing harshly while his mother hovered over him with a wet cloth and the foul-tasting medicine the dottore had prescribed. Struck with fever in the night, the boy had remained ill for two days. This day, his mother hovered yet again, and while the boy dearly loved his mother he was getting sick of being bed bound.

One of his elder brothers promised to return with something fun for the boy and the boy waited to see what his brother would bring him, entertaining himself by trying to guess what the young lad would bring.

“Oh Petrucco!” Sang his elder brother, holding his bag in his arms. “I have brought you a present, fratello!” He barged into the room and Petrucco’s eyes immediately fell upon the bag in his older brother’s arms.

“I… liberated him from the Pazzi cazzo that tried to attack me on my way to the church.” Petrucco giggled at the blatant lie his brother tried to give him.

“Oh Ezio…” Their mother sighed and shook her head fondly. “Now, I must go run an errand. Ezio, look after your little brother please.” She gave Ezio a knowing look that Ezio simply grinned cheekily at.

“Goodbye Mama!” Petrucco called as Ezio waved. When she shut the door behind her, Petrucco bounced in impatience. “What did you get me, Ezio? Show me, show me!”

A muffled yip came from the bag and Petrucco gasped as a fluffy white and red head poked out of Ezio’s satchel. It’s front paw was completely blackened, almost as if it had rotted but not fallen off. And without the smell.

“What is it?” Petrucco asked softly, crawling to the edge of his bed for a better look.

“I thought you were the aspiring Trainer, piccolo uccello.” Ezio teased, sitting himself and the bag with the Pokémon onto Petrucco’s bed. The Pokémon sniffed the air before hesitantly hopping out of the bag to sniff Petrucco.

Petrucco held his hand still for the Pokémon to sniff. It chirped and looked up at him.

“Now,” Ezio grinned, brandishing a small bag in front of himself, “time to find what this little guy will eat.” He handed the bag over to Petrucco who put his hand inside and pulled out a handful of Berries.

A long-standing tradition, even longer than the Auditore name, gaining a Pokémon’s trust by showing that you’d care for it and treat it well. Not everyone followed the tradition, in fact the Auditores were put under scrutiny several times for it. People these days prefer to just catch Pokémon with Pokeballs and simply use their Pokémon for battle.

But Petrucco knew that to have a Pokémon was a sign of responsibility. Ezio trusted he could take care of another living creature, as sickly as he was most days. His heart warmed for his older brother’s love.

The Pokémon sniffed at the Berries, looked at Petrucco, then back down at the Berries. It hesitantly took a red Berry and slowly ate it. Its eyes lit up and it nuzzled Petrucco’s hand with a happy yip.

Petrucco yawned, suddenly feeling all his excitement give way to exhaustion. He put the rest of the Berries in the bag before handing it back to his older brother. The Pokémon on his lap chirped before circling on Petrucco’s lap, laying down.

Ezio smiled. “I’ll leave you two be.” He said softly, standing up and quietly easing his way out of Petrucco’s room. Petrucco smiled as he quickly fell into slumber. He’d have to figure out a way to properly thank Ezio for this amazing gift.

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Every Auditore could see how Petrucco’s life improved with his new companion at his side. After pouring through the family library, Petrucco learned his companion was a Zorua. He promptly named the Zorua Desmond and the two were inseparable. Desmond and Petrucco were a common sight together, getting into mischief on the days Petrucco felt strong enough to leave bed. On the days he was bed-ridden, Petrucco enjoyed Desmond’s company as the Pokémon entertained his Trainer the best he could.

Sometimes Federico and Ezio would stop by and teach Petrucco things about battling, using their own Pokémon to train both boy and companion. Federico’s Farfetch’d and Ezio’s Eevee started out easy on the inexperienced duo, stepping up the pace as Petrucco took to battling like a Magikarp to water. Soon, Petrucco and Desmond wiped the floor with the elders, even if Petrucco suspected they were making it easier for him to win by not using their full strength.

While Petrucco’s mind grew sharper and his bond with Desmond grew deeper, ultimately it wasn’t enough as he was awoken by gruff guards and brought alongside his Father and eldest brother to the gallows. The only thing on Petrucco’s mind was Desmond as the executioner placed the noose around his tiny neck.

Please, Lord. Don’t leave him alone. Make sure he’s safe. Let Desmond live.

#Codextober #Day 1: Ancestor #Desmond Miles #Ezio Auditore #Petrucco Auditore #Assassin’s Creed #Pokémon AU #Assassin’s Creed X Pokémon #tw noose #tw hanging #Poor Desmond is so tired

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azulsluver · 1 year

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I’ve got a funny idea for the bully AU. In a dark turn of events, what if the MC had enough of the boys bullying them enough that they literally snap and devised a plan to blow up the entire school like JD from Heathers. If I were in their shoes, I could’ve gone batshit too minus the bombing part. Or maybe they are really cunning enough to find a way to escape twisted wonderland and when a new threat comes and Crowley asks for help, they won’t be there anymore.

Just an idea that’s all

Who said Crowley was finna help you

HAHA he's in on it because he's getting paid to shut his ass up and stand to the side. You're like a punching bag, they get to relieve stress on you, and they don't cause any more overblots! See even when being told you're useless and nothing, you're doing a great deed for Twisted Wonderland :)

The idea of reader snapping, I need to post that question sooner or later. Simply because you're the one who's the victim, let's not forget they are still constantly harassing you even when they graduated. No privacy, so good luck on "planning" to bomb the school. Someone is always with you, these men are enough for your fragile mind to slowly sink it's way to the depths on your skull, a way to protect yourself from them. Creating- Stockholm syndrome.

It's difficult to escape when they clearly know how to sabotage you mentally and physically, if you ever were to pull that stunt you're as good as a vegetable.

#ଘrambles #yandere twst #the ask was about reader pulling the noose and I was like #ok bet but some won't like the reactions for sure #everyones fav is a bad person #bully!au

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cmeiffel · 2 years

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chapter 4

February 14th

"Watch your step, it gets a little slippery here."

"Fuck, you don't say!"

"Keep your voice down, someone'll hear us!"

The moon lit the night plenty, carving out shadows onto the earth. Two shadows of which followed their owners down the pier. They danced with each other, the humans they were attached to running right up the edge, laughter filling the air around them. The moon smiled brightly down at Evan and Anthony, happy to provide her services. The two boys laid back with their feet dangling, eyes up at the sky. Their shadows continued their play, stretching behind them as far as the moonlight would allow.

"What time is it anyways?"

Evan's phone lit up, screen showing that it was just past 5am. "We've got a while till sunrise."

"Still don't see why we couldn't just show up a little later, at least I would've had time to sleep."

Evan rolled his eyes at Anthony's comment. He wanted to be the first ones here, and he wanted peace and quiet. Here, at this time, all he could hear was the person beside him and that was all he needed.

Either the universe is fucking with him or he's still dreaming because there was no way this is happening to him right now.

Evan is standing at the side of the road and he's late. For his graduation ceremony. Because he's an idiot who can't remember to set alarms. And his phone is dead too so he can't call for a taxi to take him to school. Buses are out of the question because even if he could catch one, there's no way he'd make it in time. Essentially, he's fucked.

"Yo kid! You need a ride to school?"

Now isn't that something you hear everyday,

"I got a couple friends in the same gowns as you, but unlike you they are already at the ceremony." Evan stared at the car that had come to a stop right in front of him. A head was poked out and it was looking right at him. "I'm headed there myself so if you don't wanna be any later than I'm sure you are, I suggest you take my offer."

"RIght, yeah. Sure why not?" Evan swears if this turns out to be another curse sent by the universe, he will throw hands. Fucking give him a proper blessing already.

Evan climbs into the car, graduation gown sticking to his back with sweat. He really hopes this stranger is for real.

"Any chance your name might be Fong?"

Okay how the fuck does this guy know that.

"Chill, dude. I'm not some weird stalker guy out to get you. I'm close with Brian. He's mentioned you a couple times."

Fucking of course. It's not like their neighborhood is that big anyways. Crime rate isn't that high and no one's heard of a kidnapping since the 80's. And this guy doesn't seem to be all that older than Evan either. Damn it he just needs to get to his bloody graduation.

Evan's phone rings as the stranger starts to drive. Coincidentally, it was Brian calling.

"You've got about 8 minutes before they call your name Evan and if you don't get your ass here in time I swear to fuck-" Honestly, Evan zoned out the rest after he heard the time he has left.

Apparently Mister Pick Up Children Off The Side Of The Road Just Because They Go To The Same School As His Friend (Evan's aware of the length of the name) has somehow found the invitation Evan had left for him to join the conversation. Evan doesn't remember leaving said invitation, but he assumes Mister Pick Up Children Off The Side Of The Road Just Because They Go To The Same School As His Friend must have found it somewhere because there was no way he would involve himself in a conversation that had no connections to him other than the fact that he has relations to the person on the other side of Evan's phone.

Except that was very much the case and it was annoying Evan more than he would like to admit. And he's definitely not admitting anything because he would very much like to be driven to his school safely and on time.

Which is what Mister Pick Up- fucking hell- the dude driving is promising Brian? The fuck did he miss?

"Don't worry Bri, I'll break every speed limit there is to get him there on time."

"T'anks Anthony! I'll see you both soon!"

So Anthony is his name. Somehow Evan did not expect that at all. Neither did he expect the man to grab his phone out of his hands to end the call.

"Nice to meet you by the way," Anthony smiled, pushing the phone back into Evan's hands.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too."

One of Anthony's favourite memories of them was from a couple months ago. It was just Evan and him, with nothing but a few drinks to keep them company.

"Would you? Leave, I mean."

"I don't know. Maybe for a while, a few years," Evan replied.

"Maybe find someone to bring home, huh?"

Evan smiled up at him, and Anthony could have sworn he was staring at a miracle.

"I already found you."

And there goes his soul, off to heaven. He can't take his eyes off the person beside him. They've known each other for at least a year now and the feelings he has for Evan just kept growing and growing all this time. And you can't blame Anthony. If he had to describe Evan, he would use the words 'warm, strong, and determined'. Which, yes, his words may be a cliche but it's true.

Anthony believes that Evan truly is one of the best people he knows. And maybe it's the alcohol in his system. Or maybe it's how Evan has been looking at him but he suddenly wants nothing more than to show Evan how much he means to him. Just to hold his face as he leans closer and-

"Anthony?"

The other's voice startled Anthony from his thoughts. Evan looked nervous.

"Can- can I?" He wasn't sure what Evan was asking but he nodded anyway.

And then there's a pair of lips on his and wowokayholyshit-

Anthony kisses back lightly, and they stay connected until the need for oxygen becomes crucial. Anthony stares at Evan, breathless again just by the sight of him. Hair slightly tousled, flushed cheeks, wide eyes and- oh.

"You're drunk," Anthony says.

"I'm completely sober."

And that's all the warning Anthony gets before Evan is on him again.

Now the two of them are at the pier, looking up at the slowly brightening sky. It's beautiful. Here, in this moment, both of them are free from everyone else. They get to enjoy each other's company in solace and in peace. The moon slowly fades as her companion rises for the day. The sun peeks over the horizon to greet her and they share the sky for a few minutes before the moon leaves.

Anthony and Evan watch the sun stretch high, giving warmth to everything she touches. They're content to lay there while the rest of the world wakes, relishing the time they have before their responsibilities call them back to reality. For now though, they have each other. and that's all they'll need.

#the noose #bbs noose au #noose au #ave remembers how to write #my favourite bit about this is ehow sassy evan is in his flashback #had so much fun writing that #also yes rarepair my beloved <3 #just you wait for the angst >:)

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disruptivevoib · 6 months

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