The Big Book of OC Tales

morse code

oc, cyrus/pete/pat, hayd

dumbass squad x reader

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The three stumbled upon a secret. When they got their shoes stuck on a tree, after deciding to throw them, they were met with a shocking sight.

She is fragile to hold, and even more dainty to take care of. With the expense of knowing her delicateness enables for a more thorough response of affection.

She is blind and had a soft voice. She doesn't know how to read braille, opting to choose the trickier Morse Code.

"Are those shoes yours?" The (h/c) haired girl smilingly pointed towards the direction of the rustling.

The (e/c) eyed girl's hearing and pitch recognition was worth a football field of standing ovations. It was simply that excellent.

Though she was talented and nimble with her piano, she still felt an attraction towards literature and written history. It felt like the Beethoven incident all over again.

"Y- Yeah." Cyrus stuttered unnaturally, avoiding her gaze sheepishly. This rose a question in Pat, has Cyrus ever acted this shyly towards anyone but Lyra?

None.

"You know what they say, what can't stronger you will make you kill." Pete joked. It was very bad.

"These three dumbasses are Cyrus and Pete. I'm Pat." The albino later introduced their team.

"It's mostly just us, but sometimes the three bisexual girls will come around and hang." Cyrus shrugged with a lazy smile etching on his face.

"Is that so? Well, aren't you going to get your shoes?"

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"Come on, I want to tell you something!" (y/n) excitedly yelps, tugging on the two sleeves she can manage to drag away.

"I composed a song just for us three, as a.. thank you for being with me!" She shyly chuckled, scratching her cheek, feeling it flare up red.

Pat hummed, scanning the room. It was a clean white, much like his hair, but it felt a bit too undecorated.

Is what he'd like to say. After all, the main star of the show, the one who shines bright most in his eyes was the girl straightenjng her back, about to play the piano.

"I like to call it Kindness of Smile, cliche as it sounds, huh?" (y/n) grinned, shrugging her shoulders.

"No, I think it suits you- us-! perfectly." Pete said rather smoothly. He liked the fluffy and fleeting warmth the girl gave off, it felt surreal, and wished to bathe in that delicate softness for a few more moments.

Days are fleeting, the season is reaching, our secret garden remains, since we have attained- our happiness. Yet the days are still flying, and I'd be lying- if I said I didn't feel like crying. Please let me remain in our secret garden, in our small happiness.

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It seemed (y/n) liked gardening. She owned a greenhouse in her big mansion, and all sorts of greenery lo and behold, all cared for by her hands.

These are one of those days Cyrus clutched his chest, feeling a shortness in breathing. It can't be right?

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Pat always loved hearing her sing, even if her soft voice doesn't reciprocate the upbeat and beaming tone the song conveys, he still found himself drawn.

It was one of those days where Pat would question, what will happen from now on? He knew the lingering stares of his brother and friend, and just the thought of it made him queasy.

Well, at least her smile suddenly flashing in his mind calmed his jitters for a bit.

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Pete didn't want to believe it. Although it was a possibility early on, he didn't think his hypothesis—as his science teacher, Mr Daniel, once explained—would be correct.

Still, whenever he drifts to the topic of her, he inevitably finds himself in a mess for words and his face would blow up red for some reason.

Yes, he liked her. But how can he explain it clearly without fumbling over his words for fancy grammar?

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GOODBYE.

"In the end, you couldn't even protect the person you loved the most." Miley laughed evilly, knowing fully well that (y/n) had pulled out a Sacrifice card.

"No! No! No, no, no, no- I can't lose her too, like how I lost Lyra!" Cyrus panicked, trying to rip of the snaking metal wires around the (e/c) eyed girl, the one he loved the most.

"No! I promised Pat I will take care of you, make you happy, (y/n)! (y/n)! I can't lose my one last memory of my brother! Open your eyes, idiot!" Pete sobbed, he was immobilized since Felix firmly held his wheelchair in place.

"She has.. expired."

Yurie gasped at the cruel words leaving Cyrus' mouth. "Cyrus.." Jiyuu whined, tears at the corner of her eyes, holding up a hand to her lips.

"No matter what, you have to keep moving forward even if it's tough. But know you can do it. I believe we can survive in this stupid game."

Her sweet words echo from a speaker not too far from them.

"Days are fleeting, the season is reaching, our secret garden remains, since we have attained- our happiness. Raise your head, you dumbasses."

Her spirit encouraged, clasping the crestfallen boys' hands into her own. She smiles bitterly, tears threatening to fall and her voice didn't sound as chipper as it usually was.

"I'll be going now. See ya!"

Cyrus, Lyra: Rey_Shikawa
Pete, Pat: UltimateStrawberry
Felix, Yurie: right here
Jiyuu: NoeltheMortalFate