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avaixe · 1 year

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Bitten

*not my gif*

🧸 characters; neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

🚫 warnings; fluff, mentions of blood, worried Neteyam, probably a lot of grammatical errors, aged up characters apart from Tuk, not proofread (sorry in advance)

❕ synopsis; you had to come back from the hunting party early as you had been bitten badly, you are treated urgently, soon after you wake up Neteyam greets you, and with the medicines going through your blood to your brain you accidentally confess something you’ve never told anyone.

This is my first story, please give any advice on how to fix up my work 🛐

————— The hunting party was going well before one of the girls had cut her arm on a piece of coral, attracting one of the Akulas roaming around. The Akula knocked people around causing many to hit into sharp rocks or clusters of coral. I immediately swam to protect her, it swam forward towards me, my heart rate beating fast as it came closer and closer I successfully stabbed my spear into it’s mouth stopping it, it then flung it’s head side to side before catching part of my torso into it’s mouth. It bit down before spitting me out, moving towards Se’ina who’s arm was still bleeding out heavily. Thankfully many of the hunters came and killed it before it could do anymore damage. The rush of adrenaline had stopped the pain from actually processing, it was only when I went up to get a breath of air that I felt the deep stabbing, looking back down into the water I examined the bite marks in the water, clenching my jaw in pain as the salt water seeped into the large wounds. I clutched my torso in pain trying to stop the bleeding desperately. Aonung had noticed my disappearance before looking up the the surface where he saw me treading the water with one hand. He swam up to see if I was ok.

“Are you alright sister?” He spoke looking at me in worry as I took deep erratic breaths trying to stop myself from giving into the pain.

I nodded my head as I screwed my face up, Aonung taking notice to my signs of pain. He then began to examine me, when going to look at my torso he moved my hand out of the way causing more blood to spill from the wounds, I felt my body go limp from the extreme blood loss, my vision going blurry as Aonung resurfaced. I saw him hazily yell to one of the hunters that he was going to take me back to Awa’atlu, right after hearing him speak he grabbed onto me, and pulled me onto his ilu. Sometime during mounting his ilu I had passed out, body limp as my brother pulled me up.

-3rd person view-

Aonung had rushed Y/N back to Awa’atlu, since they were expecting a large group of people they didn’t sign the horns, Aonung got up to the shore and hoisted Y/N up onto his shoulder, he then rushed to find his sister or his mother as either one of them could help. That’s when he saw Tsireya in the water hanging out with Kiri, Tuk and Lo’ak.

“TSIREYA!” He yelled trying to obtain her attention. She turned her head to see her brother with a body hung over his shoulder. She recognised the tattoo on the body’s left bicep that her sister decided to get for one of her birthdays, she also recognised the curly unbraided hair that fell over her head because of the way that Aonung was holding her. As she was examining her she also saw the blood that was running down her back and over Aonung’s chest. Her breath hitched as she immediately started swimming towards them. Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk following close behind.

“What happened?” Tsireya questioned as they rushed to their Marui in hopes to find their mother or some sort of medicine for Tsireya to help use to heal her sister.

“Akula bite, Se’ina cut herself on a cluster of coral and it attracted it, I haven’t had time to actually examine her wounds properly.” Aonung said with a shaky breath as he placed Y/N on one of the mats in their pod.

Tsireya gasped as she saw the state of her older sister, she was bleeding very badly, blood poring out on both her back and her stomach. Their mother must have been nearby because she could hear the commotion going on in her marui, as she entered she was greeted with shaken kids who she moved out of the way, after seeing her daughter she rushed to the healing pod to grab supplies. While everyone was panicking Lo’ak had gone to grab his older brother who was helping his father out for the day while his best friend went out hunting.

“Bro.” Lo’ak yelled running into his family's marui.

“What?” Neteyam looked up scowling at his younger brother.

“Y/N is passed out she got bitten out hunting.” He spoke rushing to pull his brother off his feet and out of the pod. Neteyam happily obliged, running with his brother back to where Y/N was being treated. When he got there he saw his sisters as well as Tsireya and Aonung sitting on the floor in the entrance in a small circle, Tuk sitting in Kiri’s lap for comfort.

“When is Y/N going to be better?” Tuk whined.

“Soon just have patience.” Kiri spoke as she smiled softly at Neteyam signalling him to sit next to her, Lo’ak also sat down in between Neteyam and Tsireya. The group sat in silence as they waited for any news. Ronal worked quickly on fixing her daughters deep punctures, she was soon done and waited for her eldest daughter to wake up.

Some of the people began leaving, everyone but Neteyam. The sully children went to distract their little siblings as did Tsireya after Tuk begged for her to come, Aonung was told to go help his father with duties as he was no longer hunting. Ronal told Neteyam it was ok to leave but he told her that he wanted to stay, knowing the special friendship Y/N and Neteyam had she allowed him to stay.

Neteyam sat nervously waiting and waiting until eventually he just about gave up. He got up to leave the marui pod before Ronal came out to tell him that Y/N was awake. “Would you like to see her?” She spoke softly. Neteyam whipped around and nodded. Walking over to the area where Y/N is.

-Y/N pov-

I woke up to see my mother next to me, playing with my hair, as she waited for me to wake up. I groaned as the light hit my eyes, covering them with my forearm.

“You are awake, finally.” My mom breathed out a sigh of relief next to me. “How are you feeling?” She smiled at me.

“I am alright, thank you for caring for me.” I smiled back at her while slowly sitting up. She nodded at me before walking out of the room, I heard her talking to someone in the next room but I chose to ignore it and to examine my now closer up wounds, sticky with pastes to help them heal. My ears went back as I heard someone else enter the room. Looking up I saw the man I have been in love with ever since I first saw him, he doesn’t know this though, I cannot tell him no matter how much I want to be with him. For our friendship.

He smiled at me as he saw my state. It was only a couple of months ago that I had been put in his position, he had gotten shot in the shoulder and barely survived. “Are you alright?” He spoke moving closer towards where I was lying before crouching down so I was eye level with him. In all honesty I wasn’t ok, I couldn’t even think straight, the medicines my mom had put into my wounds had began to make me loose my mind, my brain turning to mush I started thinking about my feelings towards the boy again. Looking at him with dazed eyes. I had zoned out on his face.

“Y/N, why are you staring.” He chuckled putting his hand on my arm bringing me back to reality, I looked at him face scrunching up not a single thought could actually be processed at this point. Thoughts mashing together as I tried to create a proper thought. He was so pretty, so very pretty. But before I could shut myself up I said it out loud. “Your so pretty, so perfect.” I said reaching for his face and touching it gently running my hand all over. “Handsome.” I spoke inspecting his face further as he stared at me wide eyed. Something that Neteyam told anyone was how much he loved you, and to be hearing these words now hurt his heart, he wasn’t sure if you were being genuine or if you were just saying that because of the medicine. He remembered being out of it when he had medicine given to him but he would never be so out of it to confess to his best friend like you were doing.

“What?” He said scrunching his face up.

“I love you, you’re so perfect, everything about you is so perfect.” I said, I knew what I was saying, but I knew if I was in my normal state I wouldn’t be saying this at all, but life is short, live it to your fullest. “I see you, ‘teyam.”

“Your on medications and being delusional.” He said looking to the side.

“I may be on medications but the only thing that’s doing is giving me more confidence to say this to you.” I spoke shakily. Neteyam’s ears went back as he listened to me closely. “I see you and only you, you’re just so fucking perfect and it hurts me so deeply knowing that soon enough you’re going to have a mate and forget all about me and my love for you will continue even though your heart chose someone else’s and-” I was cut off as Neteyam’s lips landed on mine, my eyes widen in shock before they close.

I sat up further and wrapped my arms around Neteyam’s neck as he gently placed his large hands on my waist, careful not to hurt me. Neteyam deepened the kiss as he pulled me closer, I let out a gasp as he lightly bit onto my bottom lip, he then slipped his toungue into my mouth. We were so in the moment that we didn’t notice Lo’ak come into the room until he spoke.

“What the actual fuck.” He said before pretending to throw up. I hid my face in the crook of Neteyam’s neck in embarrassed. I heard Neteyam laugh at both me and Lo’ak

“I uhhhh, I think I’m gonna dip.” Lo’ak said before speed walking away. I groaned into Neteyam’s neck as he laughed,

“I cannot deal with this now,” I spoke embarrassed. “Lo’ak is going to tell everyone.” I ran my hands over my face in annoyance.

“What is wrong with that?” He asked me.

“Nothing I just expected everyone to find out by us telling them not by Lo’ak blabbing.” “Find out what?” Neteyam smirked at me wanting me to say it.

“That I’m so head over heels for you.” I spoke looking away.

“I see you.” He spoke turning my head to face him. “No matter what happens I will love you for eternity. Who cares that everyone knows.”

I softly smiled at him before moving in and pecking his lips once again, feeling him smile against my lips.

“I’m tired.” I spoke while putting my head against his chest.

“Get some rest.” He said kissing my forehead.

“Please stay.” I said grabbing his hand, Neteyam gave in easily as he sat behind me placing me on his lap, he was so warm and comfortable. I snuggled into his chest getting comfy before I began to drift off to sleep, Neteyam’s arms wrapped around me embracing me. I had never felt more safe then in Neteyam’s arms. Neteyam soon also fell asleep.

-3rd person view-

Lo’ak had told everyone before bringing them all to the marui to where he had seen Y/N, someone he thought of as a sister, making out with his own brother. When they walked in they saw Neteyam and Y/N cuddled up to each other, sound asleep.

“Awwwww.” Tsireya cooed. “Oh.” Aonung said while scrunching his face up.

“Kiri, did Y/N and Neteyam mate?” Tuk asked. “I um, no Tuk I don’t think so.” Kiri responded shocked at what her little sister said as well as the sight in front of her. “I’m going to throw up that is so disgusting.” Lo’ak said before pretending to throw up again leaving the pod.

Everyone else left, Tsireya being the last one closing a small cloth hanging from the ceiling across so they could have their peace.

(Please give any advice, please 🙏)

#atwow neteyam #neteyam x reader #atwow x you #neteyam #neteyam sully

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ask-lily-curo · 8 months

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Enough Rotting For Two, Killing Me, Keeping Me High

Words: 0.9k Started: July 18, 2023 Finished: July 18, 2023 Summary: A vague hanahaki AU story I made for my OCs but I didn't mention anything specific so you can insert any ship you want here. A/N: I completely forgot to post this but here it is. Got hit with the Writing Spirit and wrote this in like an hour or two in a haze. Title from My Love is Sick by Madds Buckley, something that fueled the idea Even More.

Flowers are beautiful. I could watch you smile as you stare in adoration at one you hold between your gentle fingers as I stare adoringly at you forever. I would put as many flowers in your hair if it put a smile on your face.

Flowers are beautiful. I hold the one you gifted me, I know you took 3 hours to find one I’d like. I would’ve taken anything you give me. I can feel the care you put into the thought and the love you transferred through the plant. I take it all in like the flower takes in the sunlight, knowing I’d die without it.

Flowers are beautiful. I feel bad for tainting their beautiful image with me. My blood covers the petals in my hand, my love rotting inside me, punishing me for coveting something so beautiful. I smile painfully, the flowers still remind me of your smile. Even now, even alone, your joy is still infectious, the memory of you filling my brain like the petals fill my lungs, both filled to the brim with my love for you.

Flowers are beautiful. Though not as beautiful as your laughter. The laughter I try to keep up with despite my love for you stuck in my throat. We lay in a flower field together underneath the moonlight. You point out the stars that twinkle among the night sky, the same way yours does when you eat something delicious or when you find something you like. A firefly comes near you, like a moth to a flame, and lands on the flower I put in your hair. You smile and point it out to me. I tell you one of the stars came to say hello and you laugh. I’d make all the stars come to you if you wanted but you’d still shine brighter than all of them with your bright smile and eyes that light up the sky. I cough and tell you it’s late, hiding the red liquid that attempts to taint this beautiful moment.

Flowers are beautiful. The ones that come out of me are filled with the love I have for you. It hurts, but you gave me these petals. I’d rather keep it than have you removed, even if they are tainted with my blood, withering in my hand because of it. I’d rather die drowning in your love than die without it. You fill my body with love and petals. Beautiful petals that feel more like thorns in my throat, but I’d rather they kill me than even graze you. You draw me in like a moth to a flame, or a bug to a flower. Your bright expression and your sweet smell, the one that I do my best to keep alive rather than taint, choke me gently.

Flowers are beautiful. The ones inside me grow and grow like an untreated infection. It leaves me sick, but I stare at them with a pained smile. It’s wrong to love someone so wonderful like you, but I continue to keep you as close to me as possible, close enough that I can enjoy your presence but far enough you aren’t ruined. You stay inside me all the time, rotting me for my sins. My love is sick, I am aware, painfully aware, but it reminds me of you so much, and that makes it bearable. You are the cause and my cure but you are there. If you weren’t, I would’ve died sooner, withering away like these flowers covered in blood.

Flowers are beautiful. I put one in your hair, hoping it’d also put a smile on your face. I allow myself to touch you, to taint you, just to wipe away your tears. You hold me close, allowing me to taint you, you’re as warm as the sun. You don’t wither away from my blood nor do you bleed from my touch.

You tell me I’m beautiful. As beautiful as the flower you gave me, even more actually, you say. If I’m a flower that brings you a smile, you’re my sunshine, the one that keeps me alive. You tell me how you watched me smile at that flower you gave me, studying my smile as I held it close to me. You tell me all the things I wanted to tell you, but instead speaking these through flowers, you told me while in your arms. Your words make my chest feel lighter and my lungs free up, breathing you in.

You’re beautiful, my love. You laugh with tears as you quietly scold me, making sure I tell you when I’m bleeding. You looked so beautiful, I forgot. I forgot you weren’t as fragile as those petals you gave me, and you loved me back unlike those petals. You would do anything to keep me close, you say. We laugh and promise to allow ourselves to bleed a bit on each other when we need to, that way we can bleed out the poison instead of letting it kill us slowly.

Flowers are beautiful. They’re infectious and full of love. They’re like your smile. The one you give me after every kiss and the one I see when I catch you staring at me. My love, no longer caught in my throat, now pours out of me, like a never ending stream of praise, no longer tainted by petals. My sunshine, you make me feel like I’m a beautiful flower rather than a poisonous threat, and it fills me with joy.

May our love continue to heal each other, like a gentle flower, swaying in the loving breeze.

#my writing #gentle flower #hanahaki #gonna tag random fandoms for exposure and also because I know people will have some fun with the dynamic I've written #obey me #obey me!#genshin impact #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #haikyuu #nimona #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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paytato435 · 6 months

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Chapter 9: Straight F*cking Sugar

Note: Prose in italics indicates events occurring in the bad future. (CONTENT WARNING: blood and injury)

Straight Fucking Sugar

“You’re bleeding, Casey.”

“I… yeah,” he didn’t even look down at his arm. It was probably fucked up, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. If anything, the throbbing pain was grounding him. He was still on the floor, staring at the carpet in front of him. Sunshine sat to one side of him, now looking him over with concern. Why was she doing that?

She hummed to herself and stood up.

“We need to get the glass out.” Yeah, probably. But Casey still didn’t trust his voice. He was still trying his hardest not to cry. Crying for other people? Fine. Crying with Leo over the end of 50 First Dates? Maybe a little excessive, but sure. Crying over himself? Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. That was pathetic. He didn’t deserve them. There were far more important things to worry about.

It took everything in himself just to breathe. Why was he so-

“Ah!” he flinched and pulled left, turning to look over at Sunshine, who now had a pair of tweezers in her hand and a shard of glass between the steel mandibles. He hadn’t even noticed she’d moved to get them.

“Sorry, I probably should have said something.”

‘It’s fine,’ he signed with his left hand. To his surprise, the musk turtle rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, sure," she sighed before reaching out for his arm again. He forced himself to relax. It was the shock rather than the pain that had scared him.

'I'm sorry,' he signed as she dug around his scales to pull out the shards of his latest victim.

"I'm sorry too, I should have been out there to break it up sooner."

Casey shook his head. 'I was wrong.'

Sunshine hummed again, but Casey couldn't tell if she was agreeing with him or not.

"I’m sure they’ll be fine,” she said quietly. “They’re tough.”

‘I could have killed them,’ it was janky and fingerspelled while Sunshine worked on his right arm, but she seemed to understand..

Sunshine squeezed his hand gently. “They’re stupid. They have no one to blame but themselves.”

That didn’t make any sense. Even if she was saying that because Big Mama was listening, it would have been better for her to not say anything at all. Sunshine saw what he did; he was choking Rocksteady out.

‘Don’t lie.’

“You… you’re a scary guy, Casey,” she admitted. When he glanced over at her, she was staring at the blood on the tips of her tweezers.

‘Yes.’ He was supposed to be. He hated it, but he couldn’t lie to either of them.

“But I’m glad you’re here for me. Even if you have to be.”

‘No.’ She deserved a better friend. He’s supposed to be helping her, not the other way around.

‘Yes!’ she insisted with her free hand. “Don’t be stupid. When I’m here by myself, it’s horrible. It’s incredibly lonely.”

Casey was saved by a knock at the door.

“Oh my god, food!” She dropped the tweezers and ran to the door, swinging it open for a staff member to come in.

Casey gawked. She had jumped to her feet effortlessly, and she ran to the door. She was beaten black and blue, tired, hungry, and clumsy on her feet, but it was like something just switched in her brain to give her the grace to overcome her conditions. Was she that motivated by dinner? She still swayed when she moved out of the way of the delivery, sure, but the difference in her movement was staggering.

“Thank you so much!” she practically sang to the yokai as they set a large silver platter on the foot of her bed. They tipped their head and bowed out, taking only a single masked glance over at Casey, who felt his chest throb with guilt.

He needed to get his shit together.

Sunshine reached out to lift the tray, but as she did, she hesitated.

“Do you need help?” he asked, leaning forward to stand.

She gave him a nasty look. “You stay right there. I got it.”

“Uhuh,” he sank back down, letting his face bleed skepticism, but internally, he really hoped she could do it.

“I’m not gonna drop it,” she asserted, flexing her biceps before trying to lift the tray again. Casey felt a smile creeping up to his face.

It was like watching a child walk along a balance beam for the first time. The weight of the tray seemed to be considerable, and every movement she made was exaggerated by the added force she needed to lift the tray and the care required to not throw herself backward as she creeped upright. She approached the window like she would cross a minefield. Tentative steps were taken that by the nature of her speed added pressure to her knees. Her face contorted in the effort of remaining steady. If she wasn’t so passionate about it, Casey might have laughed. He counted three minutes for her to reach him.

“I can’t set it down.” Ok, that got a wheeze out of him.

“Hey!”

“Sorry,” he apologized, standing up. He took the tray from her and lowered it to the floor. As he did so, a drop of blood ran down his arm and dripped onto the polished silver.

“Crap, I gotta finish your arm,” she chastised herself, kneeling back down next to him.

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “How long has it been since you’ve eaten?”

“It feels like years,” she admitted, looking like was going to collapse into herself.

“Then eat, dummy-”

“No! It can wait,” she insisted, reaching for his arm, but he pulled away.

“It’s fine, really.”

“Don’t be stubborn!” she frowned. “Let me help you.”

Casey didn’t deserve her kindness. He had done this to himself. But when he saw the determined look in her eye, he realized he didn’t want to fight anymore. He reluctantly held his arm back out to her. She took it back with a triumphant smile, leaning in to carefully inspect the tears in his skin for any more shards of glass.

“You a… you’re balance is better,” he pointed out to fill the quiet.

“Is it?” She kept her eyes on her task, but Casey could tell she was excited by the praise.

“Yeah.” He couldn’t think of what else to say. He hoped he wasn’t being awkward.

The smaller turtle hummed happily anyway, dropping another shard onto the tray.

How had she turned the mood around so quickly? She was literally dressing his open wound but already he felt lighter than air. If he ever found out her real name, he couldn’t imagine it would fit her any better than Sunshine would.

The minutes ticked by, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Casey waited patiently as she moved to the restroom and came back with a damp cloth and bandages.

“If you want, I’m sure Leatherhead could take a look at it after dinner,” she offered, sitting back down. “I’m no doctor…”

“Hard pass,” Casey frowned, twitching slightly as she cleaned his arm. “I’d sooner bleed out. He’d probably only make it worse, anyway.”

He suppressed a squeak as she tightened gauze around his arm. He held it in place for her as she taped it into place.

“How are you going to tell your brothers how you got this?” she asked, inspecting her work.

“No idea,” he shrugged, rolling his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about my shirt either.” Sunshine looked behind him to see where his spines had torn through the back of the fabric.

“I guess you could have one of mine, if you’ll fit.”

“I’ll make it work.” That was the fun thing about his cloaking enchantment; his human self was actually a bit smaller; whatever clothes he put on in one form or the other would magically shrink or grow to accommodate him. If he put one of her shirts on when he was smaller it should fit him fine.

“Do you need help getting that one off?” she pointed to the snags in his shirt. He wouldn’t be able to just pull it upward without pieces getting caught. There’d probably even be some fibers he couldn’t reach if he ripped his way out of it. But the idea of Sunshine helping him take his shirt up felt entirely too intimate. He could feel his cheeks starting to burn.

“No, that’s ok. I can get it later,” he turned her down as normally as he could. He could change shirts when he switched back anyway. No spines, no problem. God his shell was annoying.

Sunshine shrugged and seemed not to notice his panic. Instead, she picked up the pieces of glass and leftover bandages and went to put them away. Casey leaned back against the window and rubbed his eyes. What was he thinking?

When Sunshine came back, she dropped down across from him instead of the space beside him. Her eyes were fixed solely on the previously forgotten service tray between them.

“What did you order?” Casey asked, breaking the silence.

“Chicken and waffles!” she all but squealed as she pulled off the tin covers from the serving tray.

“Chicken and what?” Casey looked down at the fried nightmare in front of him.

“Harlem’s greatest invention,” she sighed, pressing her hands together in thanks.

“You have a very selective memory,” Casey noticed. She could remember the origin of a fried food dish but not her own name?

“It comes and goes,” she shrugged.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head.

Sunshine unrolled silverware and started carving into her waffles. “Are you going to eat?”

“What? Me?” It hadn’t occurred to him until just now that there were two servings on the tray.

“Duh. I got you waffles too.” She uncapped a small plastic cup and drizzled maple syrup all over her food.

Straight fucking sugar. After everything he’d been through today, did he really want to push his luck? “Sure. Why the fuck not.”

A Thank You

Central Park's Endless Summer Sidewalk Chalk Art Contest was exactly and precisely named to be as accurate and long winded as possible. Endless because anyone could enter and fill the sidewalk space all over the park (and in recent years even considerably beyond its boundaries), Summer because it was still technically summer, and sidewalk because… you get the idea.

Mikey had “unofficially” entered the contest on a few occasions before; how could he not? He had become somewhat of an urban legend over the last few years- a strange kid spotted in the middle of the night who adds some weird fantastical chalk creature in whatever space had not been taken yet by the official entries. Last year he had perfectly recreated Baron Draxum and his snaking mystic vines, wrapping around (but never touching) the art of other participants. When he’d come back the following morning (in a suitable disguise, of course) he felt as if he might burst with joy when someone pointed out his work; when they’d notice the colors he chose or the sweeping gestures of Barry’s dramatic pose. And his overalls. Mikey had dressed him up as a farmer. It was great- he was spreading pastel flowers all over Central Park.

But Mikey’d never quite picked up the courage to try and enter the competition. All he really needed was a phone number and email to put down to register, and Mikey’s disguises were state-of-the-art, but he was worried that, if he were outed while he was drawing and surrounded by hundreds of potentially frightened humans, he’d never get to come back. It didn’t matter whether or not he won anyway. The fun part was creating something with so many other people; he didn’t want to lose that.

But things were different now! At least he hoped so. His teacher had invited him to join the art club, and they were all going to meet at the park tonight to draw on the sidewalk together. He had never been so excited- aside from any cosmetic features he’d helped Donnie with on his various inventions over the years, this was the most collaborative project he’d ever worked on. And now he got to be a part of it officially.

His heart was racing as he bounced from one foot to the next on his approach to the park. The sun would be going down soon, but he could see flood lights had been set up in strategic locations throughout the park, allowing artists to come by and participate for as long as they wanted. That was the other aspect of the endless nature to it. It made for a particularly interesting challenge to avoid the late night stragglers in previous years.

It didn’t take very long to find his group- their teacher had handed out t-shirts in their school colors to wear together. Mikey nervously stretched the collar of his as he approached them, trying not to appear as excited as he really was. His brothers would probably laugh if they could see how nervous he felt; Mikey… shy? No, that couldn’t be right. But as members of the club looked up and took notice of his arrival, his limbs felt like they might reflexively retract into his shell. He was nervous because they were scared of him. He could see it in the quick glances away and the guilty eyes focused on their shoes. Even if he was technically allowed to be here, they all had a long way to go before he’d feel like he belonged.

When everyone had arrived, the teacher took their names and split the students up into teams of two. Each team could draw whatever they wanted, but if they chose too, the teacher encouraged them to explore the contest’s theme: The New World. To Mikey’s relief, the teams were randomly assigned. Unfortunately, his soon-to-be partner in crime didn’t look so thrilled to be grouped with him.

“Did you snort Pop Rocks or something? You look like you’re about to fly away.”

“Pop Rocks?” Mikey’s head popped up at the mention. “I wish I had some Pop Rocks!” he bounced nervously. “Oh wait, sorry, that’s not what you meant,” he stretched out his hand, fully expecting the girl to just stare at it like a three headed snake. “I’m Mikey.”

His entire body froze up as she shook his hand robotically. “Angel. Are you alright? You’re in my art class aren’t you?”

His eyes lit up with recognition. She WAS in his art class! She sat on the opposite side of the room, but he remembered her all the same. She was always chatting with her friends instead of drawing, which brought up the question;

“Do you like to draw?”

A puff of amused air blew out of the girl as she let go of his hand. “Nah, I’m just here for my friends. Who…” she turned and looked over at two other girls who were already walking away to look for a spot to draw. “... totally rigged the system to get to be on the same team. It sucks.”

“Uh…Ouch?”

“Oh no no!” Angel’s irritation sprung to panic. “I don’t… I’m sorry.” She deflated. “This isn’t the first time they’ve conspired against me.”

“Then we’ll just have to beat them!” Mikey asserted, shaking the plastic tub of chalk he’d collected from the teacher only moments ago.

Angel’s face lit up to match his determination. “Aw fuck yeah!” She turned her head one way and the other, scanning the sidewalk for potential spots. “Where should we go?”

“I have the perfect spot,” Mikey smiled deviously.

The two made their way around the park, dodging the artists on their hands and knees already at work, and the pedestrians already meandering their way around to see them.

Mikey stopped when they reached a fork in the sidewalk. The gradual branching of the cement gave them a wider surface to work with. It was a spot usually taken before he could ever get to it. Nervous and lost for a moment, he was once again overcome by the excitement that he was finally participating in an event he’d only dreamed of.

When he turned to see if Angel approved however, he noticed her eyes were focused on something else. He followed her gaze and saw the nearby playground. Swings were rocking gently in the wind.

“Do you want to set up over there?” he asked, pointing toward the playground.

Angel blinked, and looked down at where they were standing. It didn’t seem like she was thinking about the chalk contest.

“Hm?”

Mikey plopped himself down onto the sidewalk and dumped the chalk sticks onto the ground, letting them tumble and roll across the pavement.

“Oh! No, sorry. Here is fine…” she stopped a stick of chalk from rolling with her foot. “Although you seem to-”

“I’ve been eyeing this spot for years!” Mikey smiled, reaching out to begin sorting the colors and test them on the pavement. He wanted to know exactly what colors he was working with.

“Does it usually get taken?” Angel asked, squatting down beside him to help.

“Yeah… well… I haven’t gotten to participate before actually,” he told her.

“Why not?”

Mikey nearly choked. “Are you kidding? You’re asking the mutant turtle why he doesn’t enter himself into an art competition hosted by humans?”

Angel’s face flushed. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t even…”

Mikey waved her off, smiling. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m not trying to put you on the spot.” He leaned forward a little bit. “But I am a little surprised you’re talking to me. Most people don’t.”

“What? That’s so rude! Why wouldn’t they?”

Mikey shrugged, sitting back again. “What do you want to draw?”

Taken aback by the abrupt change in topic, Angel gave him a confused look. “I told you, I’m not much of an artist…. But hey, you are! I’ve seen your drawings in class. I’ll help you color whatever you want.”

Mikey crossed one arm and held his chin. “The theme is The New World…”

“Do you think they mean… like… the discovery of the Americas?” Angel asked. “Should we draw explorers or something?”

“Like Jupiter Jim!” Mikey squeaked.

“Jupiter Jim?” Angel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Like, those old sci-fi movies?”

Mikey nodded his head eagerly. “Have you seen any of them?”

Angel rolled her eyes away in thought. “I think I may have, when I was younger. My brother has a VHS of one. Jupiter Jim’s Last trip to the Moon… I think?”

“Which one?”

“What do you mean?”

“Which Last Trip to the Moon?”

Angel blinked. “The Last one?”

Mikey sunk his head. “No no no, the final Last Trip to the Moon came out like six years ago, there’s no way they released that on VHS.”

“You mean there’s… more than one Last Trip to the Moon?”

“Of course! There’s nine of them!”

Angel opened her mouth and then shut it again, clearly impressed by the long-standing potential of the moon-based expeditions. “So… you want to draw Jupiter Jim?”

“We could create a new planet for him to explore!” Mikey all but exploded over the pavement, hugging the ground as if it were the surface of an extraterrestrial homeland.

“Uh… yeah. Sure.”

Mikey looked up at her with one-eyed disapproval. “Unless you have another idea?”

“Nah, Columbus was a horrible person anyway. Making a new world seems way more fun.”

“Woo hoo!” the box turtle bounced off the pavement and snatched up a yellow chalk stick. “We’re going to need some enemies and allies for him to encounter,” he projected, twirling the chalk. “Oh I know! He’ll fight a giant evil alligator man!”

“An evil alligator man?” Angel tilted her head.

“There’s this asshole I ran into the other day,” Mikey shrugged. “This is the least I can do to get back at him.”

“Is that… healthy?”

“I’m channeling my frustration into something productive,” Mikey pointed out, raising a finger. “And it’s always moral to make art that critiques bad people.”

Angel looked over Mikey’s shoulder as he set to work sketching out Jupiter Jim’s confrontation with his new supervillain: Professor Razorskin, the evil alligator alien from Reptilaner 4. It was decided, at Angel’s suggestion, that turtles should of course be Jupiter Jim’s allies, and Mikey decided that the recently redeemed turtle aliens would convince the natives of Reptilaner 4 that reptile aliens and mammals could exist together in peace. But of course, that wouldn’t make for a very interesting drawing, so Mikey instead drew the climactic final battle between Jim and Professor Razorskin. At the last moment, Jim would be rescued by the natives and his turtle alien allies. It was such a heartfelt moment it moved Mikey to tears just drawing it, and Angel had to remind him to wipe his face several times or else he might ruin the drawing. His shirt was a mess by the end of it, slightly damp and covered in chalk from his hands, he beat it out several times after they finished the illustration, but the effort was fairly useless, and only served to irritate his eyes further.

“Would you stop that? Just wash it when you get home!” Angel told him, taking a step away from the small cloud he had created.

“Oops! Sorry,” he apologized, letting his shirt drop. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re a mess,” Angel tutted.

“Like you’re any better,” he pointed out, noticing she was nearly just as covered in dust as he was. “And that’s not what I meant,” he gestured to the drawing with both hands.

“It’s awesome,” she said while smiling, taking it all in. “Although after everything that’s happened, I think some people might have mixed feelings about it.”

Mikey bit his lip. It was too late now, but he hadn’t thought of that.

“I’m sure not all of space is made up of evil planet-conquering aliens,” he reasoned.

“I hope I never have to find out,” Angel pocketed her hands.

Mikey didn’t know what to say to that.

“And the theme, it didn’t hit me until just now, but the judges probably meant New York as it is now right? So much has changed in the last month.”

“I’m sure they tried to choose something as open ended as possible.”

The silence that followed brought an uneasy feeling to Mikey’s fingers. He squeezed them nervously.

“Hey Mikey… you… are you one of those guys who fought the Krang? You look a lot like them.”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah I am.” There probably wasn’t any harm in admitting it.

“And nobody wants to talk to you?”

His throat was starting to feel a little dry.

“It’s not like everyone can recognize us from the tv footage. We were pretty high up.”

“Nobody’s even thanked you for it.”

“Not personally, no.”

Angel glanced back over to the rest of the students who were still drawing. Among them, Mikey noticed her friends had left.

“Orange is far too friendly a color to ever feel alone, don’t you think?” she asked suddenly, turning toward him.

“What?”

“Give me your phone number,” she practically ordered, pulling out her cell.

“WHAT?”

“So we can be friends, dummy,” she said as she checked her phone, not looking up at him.

“Oh, uh… sure.”

They exchanged numbers.

“Now you have someone to talk to, Michelangelo Hamato,” she raised her eyebrow as she stared at his contact information.

“Hey, we’re both angels!” Mikey pointed out, fluttering his eyelids.

Angel bared her teeth with an estranged look. “Yeah. Yeah we sure are. Well, if you ever need someone to talk to at school, just come find me okay? And I may not be like… a superhero myself or whatever, but I am captain of the field hockey team, so no one’s gonna dare look at you strange or whatever if you’re next to me.”

“I’m sure they still will,” Mikey pouted, pocketing his phone. “But thanks, Angel. That means a lot.” Did she just imply he was a superhero?

“I’m thanking you, dumbass. You deserve a little credit.”

Mikey didn’t know about that, but he appreciated the gesture all the same.

“Wanna go see what the others drew?” she asked, bending down to pick up their chalk bucket.

“Sure!”

They shuffled over to where the others were finishing up their drawings, and Mikey was pleasantly surprised to hear the teacher tell him what a wonderful job they’d done on their drawing. Of course it was cool- he drew it, and it was Jupiter freaking Jim. But it was also kind of nuts to hear it coming from the other students too. When they saw his drawing, Angel talked him up like he was a limited edition stuffed crust pizza.

All the way home, he felt light as air. It reminded him of the first question Angel had asked him, and something Casey had mentioned to him a few weeks ago. Was it possible he could really fly? He’d really like to. He looked up at the sky and wondered how far he could go. He could imagine it; after all he’d had many dreams before about flying. Could he reach up into the sky and make it his own?

Wait wait wait wait wait. Did Angel say she was on field hockey?????

Liar Liar

Casey was a confused buzz of feelings when he started his walk home from the Nexus. At the front of his mind, basking in the last stretches of sunlight as the sky fell into a warm summer darkness, was that same fuzzy feeling he got when he was teasing Angel about her shoes. That of course, was competing with the enormous guilt of having said feeling in the first place. Surely Sunshine was just being nice to him. They were friends. He couldn’t have caught feelings for them both right?? He had far too much going on already! And somehow thoughts of the arguably more important things were buried in the background of his mind. He had completely lost it. Angel was scared of him for who knows why, Sunshine was scared of him but still somehow so freaking nice… and now Leo was blowing up his phone wondering where the fuck he was. He had totally lost track of the time. It was probably best just to call him.

"There you are! What have you been up to?" The slider seemed uncharacteristically concerned.

"Well, I had practice, and then a few of the guys wanted to see a movie," he lied.

"You're out and about by yourself now?"

"Leo, I've been out by myself since Wednesday," Casey huffed, pulling his hoodie over his head as it started to rain. "Shit."

"And you got lost the day before that!" Leo argued.

"I'm fine!" Casey asserted. "What are you, my dad?" He was really glad Leo didn't know the answer to that.

"No, but I probably feel like one right now!" Leo answered, making Casey stop. "We've been worried about you, man. Can we talk when you get home?"

Casey suddenly had the urge to turn around and go right back to where he came from. Casey did not want to talk. He’d rather let Bebop have a few more swings at him. But he couldn't say any of that. He was already making them suspicious of him. If he didn't come up with something to tell them, he was going to be in trouble.

"Yeah, yeah ok," he sighed, pinching his nose. "I'll be home in twenty." He was really only five minutes away, but he could at least buy himself some time.

"Ok, stay safe out there!" The line clicked before Casey could respond.

God, why did Leo have to sound just like… himself??

Casey moved to sit under a bus stop to get out of the rain, and leaned his head against the glass. This was going to suck. He set an alarm for fifteen minutes, and closed his eyes.

When Casey came home he was soaking wet, so Leo let him change before he started bugging what was clearly a rather annoyed Future Boy.

Once he was dressed in shorts and a long sleeve shirt, Leo put down the comic book he had totally been reading this whole time and sat up on his bed.

"So… how was the movie?"

"It was fine,"

"What did you see? Is the new Jupiter Jim still showing?"

"Nah, we saw Scumbagz," Casey huffed and hopped up onto his bed, wrapping the covers around himself.

"Oh, I heard about that one. Two ex cops become vigilante drug busters, right? How was it?"

"Copaganda. The action scenes were also pretty unrealistic."

"Only Liu Jitsu movies get it right," Leo nodded.

"Yeah, Splints is pretty cool," Casey admitted. "But you didn't really want to talk about that, did you?"

Oh, he brought it up himself. That was a good sign.

"Yeah. Are you really doing alright now on your own? You were really nervous about school and going outside before. Now you're… suddenly out there all evening like it's nothing."

"It's not… nothing…" Casey answered carefully. "I still have my moments, but you guys have helped a lot. Especially since those walks with Mikey."

Leo looked over Casey skeptically.

"I woke up twice Tuesday night and both times you were on your phone looking sadder than a raincloud. And this was after having thrown up and refused to talk to us. That was only three days ago!"

Casey scowled. "What do you want me to say? I was kind of overreacting alright? I was really in my head."

"And getting lost? That wasn't scary?"

"Yeah, it was scary! But now I know my way around here better. Google maps saved my life."

Leo wasn't buying it. He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward.

"Where did you go Tuesday? Did it have to do with Big Mama?"

Casey looked away.

"Casey…"

"I… I had a panic attack."

"You what?"

Casey took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the floor. Leo waited as patiently as he could. He felt like he was already pushing his luck.

"I didn't mean to scare you guys, really. I… I was hoping you'd just forget about it. At the pizza place, you remember when Sunita came in?"

Leo nodded. It had been a brief visit, but he remembered.

"As I'm getting very used to sounding like a broken record… I knew her for a short while before she died in the future."

"As you do," Leo shrugged. Was he getting used to this?

"Yeah, well, I saw her turning a corner just as we were about to leave and I went after her."

"Oh." He had just ran off on his own?

"This is so stupid," Casey grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it. "I don't even know what I was going to say to her!"

"Casey, what happened?"

"She…" Leo heard him sniffle. Was he crying? "I tried to play it cool in the pizza place, I really did, but…"

Leo could see where this was going and he didn't like it. His imagination started throwing all kinds of horrendous possibilities at him. "What happened to her?" Did he want to know?

Casey didn't say anything for a long time, but the silence spoke volumes.

"I couldn't stop thinking about it," he finally said, without elaborating on what 'it' was. "She's here again. She's so nice, Leo. And I'm so dumb."

"What did you do?" Leo felt like he was stepping into uncharted territory. Was he allowed to ask that?

"I embarrassed myself." He raised his head again. "You know when I just say stupid shit without thinking about it? 'Oh by the way you really gotta practice medicine Leo before Raph gets compartment syndrome haha oops…'" he rambled without humor.

Yeah, that wasn't a great way to figure out his older brother lost his hand in the future; and to find out over breakfast, no less.

"Yeah so… I told her I missed her and some other shit and-I-kinda- forgot that she-didn't-know-I-was-from-the-future-and-that-I-was keepingItUnderWraps because SHE. WAS. THERE. SHE’S ALIVE." The words spilled out like water from a bucket; it was almost too difficult for Leo to keep up.

Casey crashed his head into the pillow again, but this time with frustration.

"I'm an idiot Leo. You should have seen the way she looked at me."

"That must have sucked."

"Yeah! It really did! And I realized I fucked up so then…” Casey's fingers tightened around the pillow. “...I just bolted."

"You ran away?" Leo asked, surprised.

"Like I said, stupid." Casey sunk further into his blankets.

"So that's when you got lost," Leo realized.

"Yeah."

There was a long pause. The tension in the air was too much for the slider.

"Dude. That is so lame," Leo couldn't help but say.

"Well, I'm sorry I can't be as cool as you,” Casey grumbled, pulling his head back up and resting it on his arms.

Leo smiled, and noticed Casey smiled a little bit there too.

“So then I couldn’t find my way back… I panicked… I don’t… really remember a lot of it…”

“It’s fine, Case, don’t worry about it. I get it.”

“Yeah.” He watched Casey massage the covers between his fingers; his eyes looked far away.

“I know we make fun of each other all the time, but we love you. If something is bugging you, you can talk to us.”

“I know.”

“Good. Cause we’d been worrying over you for a minute and it's gonna give me a Raph chasm if this keeps up.”

“You should see the Sensei chasm.”

Leo froze. Oh please no….

“Sensei chasm?”

“It’s about a solid inch deeper,” Casey told him, rubbing his own forehead to taunt him.

“That’s not even possible!” Leo protested, pressing his fingers to his forehead as if he could smooth it out.

“The apocalypse was stressful man,” Casey shrugged. “And you were in charge the whole time.”

“Well thank god we saved the world, huh?” At least there was that. Pizza supreme he hoped he’d seen enough trouble like that for a lifetime- for his skin’s sake, of course. This definitely wasn’t about the nightmares.

“So are you happy now? Good talk?”

“Almost,” Leo squinted his eyes. “You’ve been out late every night since school started and you haven’t said where. What are you up to?”

Casey’s eyes darted away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“A secret?” Leo leaned in further, smiling dangerously. “There will be no not-future secrets between us.”

“And what makes you entitled to that?” Casey scoffed dramatically.

“What are you hiding?” Leo pressed.

“Nothing… nothing you need to worry about,” Casey said while quite obviously insinuating the opposite. “Maybe I’ll tell you… if anything happens.”

“If what happens? Why are you being so secretive?”

Casey laid down and pulled the covers up over him.

“Bro you are not sleeping until you tell me what this is!” Leo jumped up. “I’ll keep you up all night if I have to!”

“That’s literally a form of torture,” Casey pointed out with a single digit from under the covers.

“Only if you don’t give in…” Leo leaned over to where he approximated Casey’s head to be.

“Ew, dude! Personal space!” Casey flinched, curling up into a small ball.

Leo jumped up onto Casey’s bed and sprawled over top of him. “You don’t live in a world where personal space exists anymore. Not until you tell me what’s up.”

Poking his head out from under the blankets, Leo saw what he was hoping for- an annoyed glare.

“You can’t let anything go, can you?” Casey growled.

“Only Donnie does it better,” Leo shrugged.

Casey groaned.

“Come on, out with it champ. What have you been up to?”

Casey grumbled something inaudible.

“What was that?”

“I’m just out on that study date...”

“HAH?????”

Casey buried his head.

“WITH WHO???”

“Goodnight, Leo.”

“Come on man, you can’t leave me hanging like this? Tell me!”

“She’s on field hockey,” came a muffled reply.

This was the best news Leo had heard in probably his whole life. This was a well of tremendous and annoying opportunities.

“And you started dating on the first day of school right? That’s crazy!!”

“I wouldn’t say it’s like… official or anything…” he mumbled.

“What are you guys… doin’?” Leo asked, trying not to think about it but also very much thinking about it.

“We’re just studying.”

“For four hours?”

“I’m going to murder you,” Casey growled.

“You wouldn't dare!”

“I don’t care. And you can try and keep me up all night if you want, but you’re going to lose both your arms to do so.”

Oof, he’s sensitive.

“This is so lame. How am I supposed to sleep now?”

“You always sleep better than me anyway; you’ll be fine,” Casey grumbled. That wasn’t true. Leo was just very good at pretending to be asleep.

“What’s her name, you gotta tell me!”

“Nope.”

“Please?”

“Nuh-uh.”

The exchange of begging and pleading carried on for entirely too long, but Casey did not budge an inch. It was terrible. How could Casey be talking to a girl at school and not talk about it? Eventually, Leo gave up, but not without grumbling about how awful Casey was for not providing even the smallest of details. But he had to admit he was tired too, so Casey got off easy.

And so Leo was none the wiser.

“Don, you can’t go out there. We need you here.” The voices were muffled at first, but as Casey nudged the door open to the command center and slipped inside, they clarified and brought the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.

“We can’t keep letting him go out on his own! He’s going to get himself killed!” They were talking about Sensei again. It didn’t look like they even noticed Casey had entered, although he was sure Donatello must have.

“He’s not alone. And are you really going to leave Mikey here by himself? You’re the only one that can help him.”

“It’s not enough, April! Whatever I’ve been doing hasn’t been working for quite some time now. He’s getting weaker and there’s nothing I can do about it!”

Casey took in a sharp breath. He knew Master Michelangelo was hurt, but it sounded like it was worse now than he had originally let on.

“Have a little more faith in yourself Donnie. And have more faith in Leo too. We can figure this out.”

"I'm going."

"Let me go instead."

"You won't catch up to them in time."

"Commander…" Casey finally pulled up the courage to speak. The pair froze. April's stern expression melted away when she turned to face him.

"Yes, Casey?"

"He's on his way back, right?"

"He is."

"We could meet him halfway!"

"He won't make it halfway!" Donatello snapped. Casey flinched back in fright. "I'm going ahead. Don't you try and stop me."

"That's ironic, coming from you," Casey muttered.

"What was that?"

"Prioritizing the team until it comes to someone you really care about," Casey explained, crossing his arms.

"He's my brother, I have to help him!" Donnie insisted.

"You're acting exactly like he did; just admit he was right!"

Donatello's face was almost always an easy read. It was obvious by his scowl that Casey had struck a nerve.

"This has nothing to do with that."

"You're lying," Casey insisted.

Donatello didn't deny it. Casey finally had him, and he couldn't say a damn thing. So he didn't.

The softshell just walked out.

"If you don't come back with him, don't come back at all!" Casey screamed after him.

"Casey, why would you say that?" April gasped.

Why would you say that Casey? There's no way you really meant that, right? There's no way you wanted him dead. It's not like he actually hurt you. He probably saved your life more times than you could count. That's what he fucking did everyday. He’d saved so many lives. He did everything he could, and you said that to him? That was the last thing you ever said to him. Why? Why would you do that?

Because you're a horrible person, Casey Jones.

He awoke with a start, eyes wide open against the ceiling that felt almost suffocatingly close to him. His fingers twisted the sheets under him to remind himself where he was. It was futile; waking from a nightmare like that could never save him from his own mind.

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Reflecting - Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

“Put her down, carefully.” Raphael ordered them, the gun in his hand still dangerously close to Micki’s head.

Jack and Ryan complied, placing the mirror with Catherine inside down on the carpeted floor of the hallway.

“Good, now step away from her, move back.” he said, attempting to walk and push Micki with him at the same time. “Don’t fight me or you’ll wind up making a mess with your brains all over my walls.”

“Don’t hurt her!” Ryan shouted, wanting desperately to jump the madman.

Casares again moved closer to the mirror, dragging Micki with him. She wanted to struggle, but worried about the gun in his hand and the tenuous grip he had on reality.

A shout from behind made Casares press his back against the hallway wall, in order to keep Ryan and Jack in his sight, as well as see who had just come up the stairway to join them.

It was Johnny, his face cut in several places and bleeding, who turned the corner, brandishing a gun and shouting for Casares to drop his and let Micki go.

“You again!” Casares shouted. “Leave me alone! All of you, just leave me and my Catherine alone!”

Johnny wanted to put a bullet in the man’s head, but he was holding Micki too close to him to allow a clear shot. Glancing towards Jack and Ryan, he saw the fear in their eyes matched Micki’s. Casares was unpredictable now, his mind unraveling before them.

“Raphael,” Jack said, stepping forward slightly. “I already agreed to stay with you, to help you. You don’t need the rest of them. Why don’t you let them go and you and I can work on the puzzle of the mirror together.”

Raphael laughed, but there was nothing comical in the sound. Desperation and madness were taking hold of him. “You? You have wasted my time with your books and your spells. You are useless! I know what to do. I know what to do with all of you!”

Micki’s heart was pounding in her chest. Their lives were at the mercy of an obsessed maniac with a gun. She looked past Jack at the mirror standing so out of place in the hallway. Catherine stood inside it, watching the scene before her, unable to help, unable to look away.

“I am going to keep you all, lock you up.” Casares went on ranting. “The four of you give me four more months to keep my beloved alive and well. Trapped yes, always trapped. But she will still be mine. My Catherine. My prize.”

The mirror was standing facing toward the end of the hallway that led to the staircase, and Casares had slowly been moving closer to it, his back pressed against the wall, Micki tight in his grip. Ryan and Jack had been forced to move the other way, lest they upset the madman. Soon, they were standing with Johnny, looking towards Casares and Micki, and Catherine in the mirror.

“I’ll have to lock you up, somewhere here, somewhere safe.” he continued, his voice rising as his mind raced. “I’ll kill you, one by one, and then find some others. That is the key, see? I can’t get her out, but I can keep her, all to myself.”

Jack shook his head. “Raphael, she doesn’t belong to you. She doesn’t belong to anyone. Catherine is a person, and she has the right to be free. You are keeping her trapped, like some sort of possession. That isn’t love, that’s cruelty.”

“NO!” Casares shouted, waving the gun away from Micki to the three men now. “She’s mine, she loves me, I saved her! She would have been dead if I had left her there. Dead and gone. I saved her so she is mine!”

A noise from behind him, at the far end of the hallway near the servant staircase, caused Raphael to stop speaking. He didn’t turn, instead him and Micki watched as the faces of Ryan, Johnny and Jack changed. Their eyes wide, the mouths open, they looked past Raphael and Micki, past Catherine in the mirror, towards something even further down the hallway.

“What the …” was all Johnny could mutter.

“Don’t play me for the fool.” Casares said, hoping they were attempting to trick him more than believing they were. Something about their look in their eyes made him believe what they were seeing behind him was real.

Still held in his grasp, Micki turned her head and looked down the hallway. The gasp from her was finally enough to cause Raphael to turn and look, as well.

Walking slowly towards the group was what appeared to be a man, but like no man they had ever seen before. His features were partially hidden by the hood of the cloak he wore, but what they could see was unreal, fantastical.

The creature walked and dressed like a man, but he had feral, feline features, like that of a lion. Or rather, of a man-lion. It was impossible to compare him to anything, as there was nothing to compare him to. He stopped short of the group, sensing the danger inherent in the small crowded space. The mirror faced away from him, so he only saw it’s back.

Catherine watched the faces of the group before her, more confused than ever. She looked at Jack, her eyes pleading with him to help her understand what was going on.

Jack looked away from the strange new visitor and turned his eyes toward Catherine. He smiled. “Vincent.” he said.

Catherine read the word from Jack’s lips and her eyes lit up. She wanted to turn, to see him. But she couldn’t. She was trapped, at the mercy of where the mirror was placed.

Casares attention locked on Vincent, his grasp on Micki slipped. She was finally able to pull away from him without his trying to hold her back. She ran to Ryan, who pulled her to him, his arm around her shoulder. Johnny noticed their closeness.

“You. How could you have found us?” Casares asked, looking at Vincent. “I moved away, and you thought she was dead and buried. How?”

The look on Vincent’s face was curious. He seemed to understand what the man said, but was still confused by the meaning. If it was possible Catherine was here, alive, then where was she? And how did this man know who he was? Vincent stepped forward.

“No!” Casares shouted, holding the gun up again, aiming it at Vincent. “Stop! She is mine, not your’s! Mine! You can’t have her, I have done so much to keep her, she belongs to me!”

“Casares!” Johnny shouted from behind him. “Drop the gun, or I will shoot you myself.”

Raphael turned towards Johnny and the rest, then back at Vincent. He felt trapped. All he wanted was Catherine, to be with Catherine. He moved away from the wall and stepped in front of the mirror, looking at the woman he had waited for so very long.

“You are mine, don’t you see. I saved you. I saved you for me! So we could be together, forever!” he pleaded with her.

Catherine mouthed the word ‘No’ and looked away from him.

“NO! Don’t turn away from me! You’re mine, my Catherine!” he shouted. He pulled the gun up again, aiming it squarely at the center of the mirror, at Catherine. “You’re my prize. If I can’t have you, no one can!”

Micki screamed at the same time Vincent roared and rushed forward.

But they were both too late. Casares had pulled the trigger and fired the gun. Again, the silencer muffled the shot, but the bullet hit the mirrored glass dead on and ricocheted off and away, the cursed glass unbreakable.

A low moan came from someone in the hallway, and everyone froze in their tracks, wondering who had been the victim. Vincent stopped, standing just behind the mirror now.

The gun slowly fell from Raphael’s hand and hit the carpet with a thud. He followed it down, collapsing on his knees before the mirror, his hand going to his chest. “You were my prize.” he said softly, pulling his hand from his chest and placing it against the glass. His body slumped and his hand slid off the mirror as he went down, leaving a bloody streak behind. Casares crumpled to the floor, dead, his obsession finally at an end.

#friday the 13th: the series #80s tv #micki foster #ryan dallion #jack marshak #johnny ventura #catherine chandler #vincent #beauty and the beast #fanfic #reflecting

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louis-in-red · 2 years

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🚨🚨🚨 new ask game alert 🚨🚨🚨

drop your favorite lyric from each fitf song and let us see if you have taste or not!

and tag whoever you want to do the same!

hiiiiii

ok here we go:

The Greatest

'Cause nothing gets through here Through that circle 'round my heart Where the best of me should start

WAOYF

When we're finished saying nothing Can we please get back to loving? When it's good, it's really something Can we please get back to us?

Bigger Than Me

Do you ever ask why? It's not black and white How you sleep at night when you're just like me

Lucky Again

You give and give until it's gone away Just tell yourself you've got another day

Face The Music

Love and hate are in-between Depends on your reality to see them

Chicago

They say bitter ends turn sweet in time Is that true of yours and mine?

Just because it didn't work doesn't mean it's meaningless to me It just wasn't meant to be

All This Time

And I keep on building mountains hoping that they'll turn to gold But the truth is, I still doubt that what I do can get me home

Out Of My System

Demons, I'm takin' all of my demons Putting them where I won't see them 'Cause I just wanna feel alive

Headline

So fast to judge in error, you thought you knew me better So quick to kill forever

I guess I never knew we'd have the shortest forever I thought I could, but I can't forget you

Saturdays

Somethin' about the way The light catches the mirror in my brain It gives me shade I'm starin' at the door Somebody's got your trainers on The ones that you wore But you're not here anymore

Silver Tongues

You said love was a pretty lie And I choked when your smoke got in my eye Bad logic and empty cans

SIBWAWC

Escape the inevitable Fade into light Soak up the empathy 'Cause I'm with you tonight Are we one or are we two? Are we me or are we you? Have we been all this before? Do you see what I see?

Common People

All the late nights, good times The mistakes and the heartbreaks When I get lost, I go Back to where I started

Angels Fly

Look at the horizon Does it make you feel small? Put the pain behind you now You don't need it anymore

You'll be okay, we can talk tomorrow I'm on my way with some time to borrow If every star is an eye in the sky You'll see angels fly

Holding On To Heartache

You know the party's over When you're standin' in an empty space alone And time can always heal you If you let it make its way into your bones Nothing's ever easy To be honest, I'm not easy on myself The second that I see you The space between us just comes floodin' back

That's The Way Love Goes

When it cuts you, when you bleed That's when you're feelin' it the most That's the way, that's the way love goes

wowww... this ask made me so emotional :( FITF is a perfect album! no skips :( and the lyrics... some are just making me ugly cry :( LOUIS WHAT THE FUCK

tagging @berlinini @faithinlouisfuture @polaroidplanets @slvertongues @stitchtangles @sheisbeautyweareworldass <3 no pressure tho and ignore if you want :P

#ask game #favourite lyrics #faith in the future

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so-many-fandoms-here · 1 year

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There isn’t a ship I love more than this one.

English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.

The fanfictions I write about them are based on the books, which are way different than the movies, just to warn you.

Also I haven’t read Crank Palace yet so please do not Spoiler me 😭

• Characters: Newt (,Thomas)

• Genre: Angst

• Warnings: mentions of death

„Nothing is going to stop me from loving you“

Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ Ⱄⱄ. .ⱄⰔ

Newts pov

The day I left the berg to go with the other cranks, should be the actual date of death written on my tombstone (if I would get one). Everything in me broke in thousand, no, billion pieces as I left Minho and Thomas. But I couldn’t have stayed any longer, the risk I would end up hurting one of them increased every minute. With every second the Flare eats more of my brain, my sanity.

A single piece of paper with only two sentences was my only goodbye before I ran away. I told Tommy that he will know when the time has come to read it, but sometimes Tommy is a bloody idiot so maybe I should have been more clear.

I smile at the thought of how clumsy Tommy could be and suddenly every splitter of my heart starts to bleed again.

Oh Tommy. There is so much I wish I would have said.

I wish I had told you that I was the one who tugged you in that blanked on one of your first nights at the glade.

I wish I had told you the reason why I am limping and no longer a runner. The day I wanted to kill myself but instead just destroyed my ankle.

I wish I had told you the way you made me feel when you first smiled at me.

I knew from the very start that you are special. Your eagerness to become a runner made everyone think you’re dodgy, but not me. You spoke the truth, I just knew that. And the moment you ran outside to help Minho and Alby, that was the moment I couldn’t hide from the fact anymore. Was ist stupid if you? - yes, it was bloody dumb. But did I admire you for your stupidity and the courage it brought with it? - absolutely.

I was dead worried, thinking I lost everyone that was dear to me. But then you came back. You and Minho and Alby. And it was all because of you.

I didn’t thank you properly, because as one of the leaders at the glade I had to protect the rules, and if I would have thanked you, some could have thought I support your stupidity, but believe me, I was- I am beyond thankful.

I am thankful for everything Tommy. For every minute I spent with you, for every smile you gifted me, for every butterfly you gifted wings so it could make my stomach feel funny. For every smile and every tear I shed because of you. For making me feel love in this twisted reality we are in.

I fell fast and I fell hard and I pray to god, or to whatever there might be, that your smile will be the last thing I have in mind before I pass.

I wish I could have been able to give you the world, like you did all the time without even realizing it.

Whatever might happen now, I hope you will remember me. As a friend, as a foe, as the boy that would do anything for you, as the boy you didn’t realized you loved until it was too late, as just Newt, I don’t care. Just remember me.

Remember me and I remember you. And even if there won’t be anything after death, I will make sure to create something, because nothing is going to stop me from loving you.

#fanfiction #newtmas #maze runner #thomas #newt #thomas x newt #newt x thomas #the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #ship

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unrequitedloveletter · 2 years

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The Halloweek of Angst: DAY FIVE

Forever- Jesper Fahey

I didn’t do Jesper justice with the first fic I wrote for him with this event. I’ve so far piped out blurbs/blurb adjacent things because my brain just,, decided it was blurb time? idk, but here’s day five, and the second last day of the Halloweek event wherein the fics aren’t ones that involve Kaz! I did try my best to make this one angst but it ended up being more hurt/comfort-y with some adorable “i would die for you” type confessions because its friday and because who doesn’t love an “I would die for you” type confession??

The crows are around 22 in this one!

Fic type- hurt/comfort with a fluffy-ish ending

Warnings- mentions of death, blood, stitches, chest tubes and just general medical supplies including needles, a medical thread, and medical tape

The air in Ketterdam was as it always tended to be in the final days before a storm. It was thick, the fog almost thicker, making it borderline impossible to see. Still, Jesper moved forward, knowing the route to the Slat from Fifth Harbor like he knew the back of his own hand.

In one hand, Jesper held a rifle. His other was clutching the strap of the satchel that crossed from his left shoulder to his right hip, making sure that it wouldn’t be so much as at risk of falling or slipping off of his frame. The contents of the satchel were too important, one of them too reactive to water, to risk allowing the crossbody satchel to get any water near the bottom of it, where most of the supplies rested.

The moment he reached the Slat, breathing in a breath of relief, Wylan was at his side.

“Did you get it?”

“Why you needed an ingredient that was reactive to water is something I would very much appreciate knowing,” Jesper said, spinning the revolver on his finger before he tucked it back into its holster. He took the bag off, passing it to Wylan and feeling relieved that the specific, fabrikator made material wasn’t his responsibility anymore.

“Making a bomb,” Wylan said. “I don’t know how they’ll use it, but I was asked to you by the love of your life, who, rather unfortunately, isn’t doing as well as Nina hoped they would be by now. No healers are in the area, but Nina is doing the best she can. I’ll just get the material I need from the satchel, and you can take the rest of it up.”

Wylan grabbed what he needed. Jesper took the rest of it upstairs, heading into your room without a second thought, passing the satchel to Nina as he sat at the end of the bed.

“Their heart is beating still,” Nina said. “The less severe of their wounds have been healed, and I’ve managed to get the more severe ones to stop bleeding. You got everything?”

“Gauze, medical thread, a few needles, a chest tube if it’s needed, some whiskey to disinfect. I would’ve gotten proper rubbing alcohol, but it seems that the fog and the storm have caused quite a few medical emergencies. I couldn’t find any in the shops.”

Nina shrugged. “Whiskey works. You’re welcome to stay, if you want.”

“Do you happen to know why Y/N wanted Wylan to build them a bomb?”

“They want revenge, Jes. They want to kill their assailants. Why?”

Jesper shrugged. “Eh, bit of mundane curiosity, the smallest of urges to kill their assailants myself, nothing worthy of note,” he said. “If they don’t make it, there’ll be no question about me using the bomb, right?”

Nina shook her head. “Nah. Revenge for the death of someone who was practically your soulmate? Seems only fair. You gonna stay or go?”

Jesper sighed, glanced at you once more. “I think I’m gonna grab a drink, perhaps. The moment you have an update--”

Nina cut him off by nodding, giving Jesper a look as though to say that doing so was common sense, and though a large part of him wanted to stay, there was an even larger part of him that would experience one of the worlds worst heartbreaks in staying. There was to be pain in seeing you getting stitched up because two idiots had decided to make you their target, knowing that you would wake up in pain because of your wounds and still, you’d be up, trying to go out and fight the bastards even despite Nina and Inejs insistence that you rest.

So, he left, feeling some part of his heart break whilst the other began the process of drowning in guilt for doing so as he went.

He didn’t want you to die, but he couldn’t bare to see Nina make sure you lived. Such a thing was one that was going to eat him up inside, and he resented himself for it.

Two hours later, Jesper heard a familiar set of footsteps heading down the stairs. He glanced at Wylan, who’d been sitting to his right, and Wylan only grinned.

“An explosion will occur in the East Stave no later than midnight,” he said. “I’ll get Kaz to plant the bomb. It’s out of his way, but he’s the only one of us who needs to leave the Slat tonight. He can make himself useful in the regard of revenge.”

With the words, Wylan got up, and not ten seconds later, you took his spot, ordering a round of brandy like it was just another goddamn Tuesday.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t--”

“You’re finnicky about blood and death in the general sense. You don’t need to apologize. I get it. I’m just glad that you stayed, didn’t go out seeking your vengeance.”

“I almost did,” Jesper admitted. Rarely did he think to kill someone else, but it seemed that when it came to you, he was willing to kill a thousand people if it meant that the revenge Jesper had been seeking had been found. “Wylans gonna get the bomb to Kaz, and at worst, your assailants will be severely injured.”

“No, at worst, they won’t have been there at all,” you said. “But I do owe him my thanks. I owe you my thanks, as well.”

“You have nothing to thank me for.”

“The medical supplies that saved my life?” You spoke. “The whiskey that cleaned my wounds? Was it someone else who got those, or was it you, the only man willing to move through the thickest fog Nina Zenik had ever seen, just to make sure I had so much as a chance at making it out of the attack doing at least decently?”

“I--” Jesper had done that. He’d done it because you were the love of his life, and the thought of losing you was terrifying, much less the reality that’d faced him two hours before, the reality that you would’ve died had Nina not sent him off.

“The thought of losing you is one that I simply can’t stomach. I know that we’re in Ketterdam, and I should expect to be confronted with the fact that losing you in this town is incredibly easy, considering the amount of enemies that the Dregs has as a whole, but every time that you dance toe to toe with death, I will do whatever I can to make sure you stay alive. You are the love of my life, Y/N. I refuse to lose you to a couple idiots who think that they’re brave by trying to get you killed.”

“Jesper, I--” you cut yourself off, knowing that you felt the exact same way that Jesper did. You been in love with Jesper Fahey for five years. Five years had been spent loving him, and it was as a direct result of such that you knew that you were willing to kill someone who so much as made a threat on his life. You would’ve died if it meant he lived, and such feelings were ones you’d not felt toward anyone else. You could’ve died the following day and you would’ve died happy, knowing that you’d loved Jesper Fahey and he’d loved you in return.

Jesper stood, and the moment you followed suit, he pulled you into a hug. He let himself be glad that you’d still been alive, told you that he loved you and mentally promised never to stop doing so.

He pulled away just enough to press a kiss to your forehead, and as he did, you breathed in his scent. Bourbon, gunpowder, and woodsmoke. It made you smile without realizing that you’d done so, and as he pulled away, hand still linked in yours, you caught yourself in the smile, but allowed it, for you were looking at the man you’d love forever.

#jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #six of crows

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Cursed / Armando Salazar x OC / Chapter 22

Despite calming the raging storm within Samira – or so he hoped – Armando still fumes with anger after Jack Sparrow slipped through his fingers. He blames it on the pirate captain Barbosa, who so boldly promised him the Sparrow’s life by sunrise and yet, it’s mid-morning and he still has not had his revenge.

While he was confronting Samira, his crew began strapping the pirates up and hanging them upside down by their ankles. When he finally leaves the cabin, he is somewhat pleased to find the pirates dangling above deck, faces turning red as the blood rush to their brains.

Like the butcher he is, he begins slaughtering them one by one. Realizing he will be next if he doesn’t do something, the pirate captain begins blabbering, hoping his words would save him.

“You promised me Jack’s blood!” Armando silences him at the same time his sword embeds in another pirate’s chest.

“But Jack is trapped,” Barbosa points out quickly, “He can never escape the island.”

“Piece of land!” Never has Salazar detested his curse so much. There is the Sparrow, only a few rows away, trapped on a tiny island and ready for him to kill. Alas, they can’t venture on dry land. Yet again, he is trapped by the wretched curse that’s kept him detained for years.

“I upheld our deal,” says the captain, “Mi men and myself will go ashore, the traitor will be yours. On mi honor.”

“Honor?! What honor, hombre? What honor? You don’t know what honor is!”

“Spare mi my life, and I’ll fetch your little Sparrow.”

The Capitán shakes his head as fury clouds his mind. He’s allowed this pirate to aid him once, not again. He’ll find another way to capture Jack, a way that don’t involve pirates.

He lifts his sword and swing it at the captain.

…

“Capitán , wait!”

I can hardly look when I rush out of the cabin, afraid that I’m too late and the pirate captain is already bleeding out on the deck. But to my relief, Armando’s blade stopped a breath away from the pirate’s throat when he heard my voice.

Every cursed officer is looking at me in question, no doubt wondering why I interrupted an execution. Am I having mercy on pirates?

Honestly, I’d like to see them all pay for their sins, especially the captain who was involved in my parents’ death. And if it wasn’t for the latter reason, I would’ve told Armando to proceed, and I’d watch the captain bleed out over the deck myself.

The annoying fact remains, I still have one more thing to ask of him before he can die, and that’s a conversation I need to have without the prying ears of the Spanish crew and the pirates.

Realizing every man on this ship is still awaiting a reason from me, I say to Armando, “I don’t believe we have many options at it seems. You can’t walk on land, and the pirate can. And as inconvenient as it is, please consider giving him a second chance. What is one more hour compared to twenty-five years in the Triangle?”

I allow my words to sink in for a moment and spot Lesaro shrugging, understanding my point. If only it’s as easy to convince Armando as it is for the Lieutenant.

“How do I know this pirate will come back?” the Capitán glowers at the said pirate, who listens to the conversation in utter silence, knowing very well it will determine his fate. “He will escape the first chance he gets.”

“Just like Jack, he won’t have anywhere to go,” I try to reason, “He doesn’t have a ship, no supplies, and even if he tried, he won’t survive on that island for more than a week.”

The captain Barbosa narrows his eyes at me as if saying ‘Is that a challenge?’ But he knows to keep his mouth shut if he wants to live and ends up nodding his head rapidly along.

Seeing Armando isn’t entirely convinced, I play my last card. “I’ll go with them to ensure they return.”

I haven’t even finished my sentence before he started shaking his head, already against the idea. “You’re not going with them.”

“How else are we going to make sure the pirate stays true to his honor?”

“Only ten minutes ago, you were opposed to being left alone with them, and now you’re suggesting it?” He must have just realized now; women are complex beings.

“Exactly,” I nod, “This time, I’m volunteering on my own terms.”

Golden eyes shifting between me and the captain Barbosa, Armando leans down to mutter in my ear. “I do not trust them to let you go with them alone. I can’t protect you on land, neither can the ocean.”

“Then I won’t go further than the shore,” I remain determent.

Armando exhales sharply, jaw clenched as he realizes nothing he can say will change my mind. And, frankly, we really don’t have many options. The worst thing that can happen is if the pirates overpower me and knock me out – fortunately, neither the ocean nor I will let them.

When no one says a word, the captain Barbosa breaks the silence, “So, we have an accord?”

Not taking his eyes off me, Armando lifts his sword and swings. My heart leaps, the pirate captain screams, and then hits the deck with a heavy thud.

But he’s not dead. His ropes were merely cut.

“You have one hour,” the Capitán warns the pirate, and says to me, “If anyone of them so much as looks at you –”

“I will drown them,” I shrug, wanting to seem as uncaring as possible – anything for the pirates to fear me. “Or feed them to the sharks, depending on what mood I’m in.”

Magda snorts at that statement.

Given a signal, the officers cut down what remains of the pirate crew after some where slaughtered. They hit the deck with grunts and slowly rise, drunk and disoriented from hanging upside down.

One look from Lesaro, and they’re climbing overboard and dropping into the water, considering the Mary doesn’t have a rowboat on her.

“Be careful,” Armando tells me when I follow.

“When am I not?” Although, with the pirate who’s responsible for my parents’ death in my company, I have my doubts.

With a final look at the Spanish crew, I let go of the banister and plunge neatly into the cooling water below. The moment my head submerges, I feel the ocean welcoming me in its depths. Has it been that long since I last took a swim?

The pirate crew have swum a few yards ahead. Not wanting to give them the slightest chance of escape, I summon a current to carry me towards them.

Two pirates jolt as I appear next to them. “How does she do that?” I overhear the bigger one mutter to the scrawny, red-headed one.

“Haven’t you been listening? She’s the daughter of Poseidon,” the latter responds in a similar tone, although I can hear every word. “I’d wager she can even turn into a mermaid if she wants to.”

I bite back a laugh. If that was possible, I would’ve easily escaped the guards chasing me before I met Henry. It’d be so easy to just swim from island to island, live an entirely different life on each of them. Wanted for witchcraft in Port Royal, but a runaway princess in St Martin, a rich, widowed woman in Singapore, perhaps even a bounty hunter in Tortuga.

Figuring I could have some fun with them, I say, “I wouldn’t mind turning into a mermaid. That way, I can lure men to their deaths and feast upon their corpses where the light does not reach the ocean.” Eyeing the bigger one of the two, I hum, “Perhaps I’d start with you, lots of meat on those bones I can see.”

That shut them up and I take special pleasure in how their expressions paled.

The island is getting closer, and my feet can almost graze the beginning of the shore. I will the current to slow down so the pirates can wade ahead of me, so I don’t have my back turned on them. I notice the pirate captain glancing at me every few seconds, eyes narrow in contemplation. My gut tells me something is wrong. He hasn’t said a word throughout the swim, which I learned is very uncharismatic for him.

Once we’ve reached the shore, the pirates collapse on the warm sand in exhaustion. It must be a welcoming feeling after spending a night on the cold, damp Mary. I still wonder when and how I’ve grown accustomed to it. Nowadays, I hardly feel the cold anymore.

Even the captain Barbosa sinks to his knees – or one knee, keeping in mind his pegleg can’t bend. He pants heavily and I realize, swimming must be much harder and more exhausting for him with only one leg. He isn’t that young anymore, either, and a morsel of pity settles in my heart. Perhaps I should’ve summoned him a current as well.

However, the moment I realize what I just thought, I shake my head to rid it of sympathy. He killed my parents; he deserves to suffer.

“You heard the Capitán ,” I tell them, feet still in the water so the ocean is at my back, “You have one hour. If you’re not back by then, I will summon a tidal and sink this island to the bottom of the ocean.”

“Aye,” Captain Barbosa nods and begins to push himself up from the beach, “It’d be a shame to have the Capitán waiting, no? Especially for his bonnie lass!” Then he spins around and throws a handful of sand at my face.

The moment the miniscule rocks get in my eyes, I’m blinded. Hot tears stream down my cheeks as the particles scratch at my lids and orbs, causing me stumble back disoriented. I have no idea where the pirates are or what they’re planning. Reaching my hand towards the water, I plead the ocean to help me, but in that moment, a hard object collides with my head, and I slump into someone’s arms.

“I’ve waited years for this moment, Miss Samira. Let’s see if the myths and legends about you are true.” Those are the last words I hear before my vision fades into darkness.

#armando salazar #armando #salazar #pirates of the caribbean: dead men tell no tales #pirates of the caribbean #potc dmtnt #potc #dmtnt #jack sparrow #henry turner

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When I was a kid, I thought gender was a silly little game we were all playing. I was given a pink jersey. I teased those in blue jerseys just as they did to those of us wearing pink. But then recess was over and we took the jerseys off to go back to our lessons. As I grew older, I started to realize other people loved their jerseys. They were a part of them. They didn't come off. And everyone insisted I kept mine on too. But I didn't want to wear mine. It was uncomfortably tight and constricting. It was itchy. Why couldn't we all just take off the jerseys and leave them on the playground where they belonged? I was clearly alone in this, so I kept my mouth shut and my thoughts to myself.

Then my body started to change.

I didn't want it to. I liked my body exactly the way it was. Everyone told me it was fine. It was natural. I'd be happy with it one day. Ask my mom some time about how awful it was for me and how scary it was for her. She had no idea why I wasn't handling new hair growth, periods, or my incoming breasts. I remember distinctly begging her, tears in my eyes, to get my uterus removed. Not because periods hurt or made me tired, but because it was wrong. My body should not be doing that! She just held me, crying and confused herself, as she told me we couldn't do that. They would never allow it.

Well I couldn't stop my period, but I could do something about all this hair! Removing hair was even encouraged! I would pick and pick and pick and pick at my legs until I got every last hair out of them. It did not matter that I was now covered in tiny, bleeding wounds that would scar. At least I got that hair that was not supposed to be there! I spent hours, literal hours, inspecting every last inch of my legs making sure there wasn't a single hair left. There always would be. Do you have any idea how many hairs grow on your body??

So.

Many.

And then there was dreading the day my chest would start growing. I remember realizing there would always be something between me and my bed for the rest of my life. I cried into my pillow that night. And when my breasts finally did start growing, it was even worse than I'd imagined! They looked so wrong on me that at first I thought they were growing in the wrong spot. 😅 I covertly stared at a few adults until I could confirm mine were growing correctly. But I hated them. I wished we were like other mammals that only grew breasts when pregnant. I scoured the internet for ways to stop them from growing (spoiler alert, you can't really). Binding seemed like a good solution for about two seconds (there weren't many binders back then and home binding can be very dangerous). In my darker moments I even hoped for breast cancer just to be allowed to have them removed. I thought I hid this a lot better from my mom but apparently she was terrified she'd come home to find I'd mutilated myself one day. I just had to deal with it and try not to think about them every second of every day. I stopped moving around much. Running, jumping, dancing, raising my arms, anything that made them jiggle and reminded me of their existence was off the table. Occasionally I'd forget why I didn't ever do those things. I'd give them a try only to be cruelly reminded and spiral into a dark depression I didn't fully understand.

I now know those were all just symptoms of gender dysphoria. I don't identify as a girl. I'm not a girl. My brain is wired differently. The best way to treat gender dysphoria is to let people transition to the gender that matches with what their brain thinks they are. For me that meant a name change, laser hair removal, an IUD, and top surgery. When you vote, please remember me and think of others like me. Taking away gender affirming care would literally kill us. Please, don't do it.

If you have some questions, I have created an FAQ that will hopefully have some answers for you 🙂

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sung0d · 1 year

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Guess what guys! I’m in a love triangle! Or some other shape idk. But I’m living my main character dreams…. Joking! If that love triangle was like Freddie cook effy and I’m JJ. I’m the one who gets nothing yay! Isn’t this fun. God it fucking hurts so bad, like I love him so much. And I liked him first. And I fell in love… all alone. Every love song is decdiated to him when he has eyes for another girl who guess what? Is one of my best friends! And there making it official guys! Yay! My heart is not broken, I don’t want to kill myself and I don’t wish I never existed. It’s funny because my brain wants him to be happy with whoever but my heart is yelling betrayal at me and it hurts so bad. You know what

You guys ever feel so lonely you feel like the delusional shit you tell your self is genuinely just a delusional. Like on its own “finding someone who loves your romantically” is a plausible goal, tangible something that could be achievable but my past 18 has proved I’m literally delusional if I even think anyone would like me or want me. I don’t even want a relationship I just want to be wanted. I want to be desirable but everytime I fall in love, it’s always alone. And it always hurts as much as the first time. It burns the passion of self hatred that I was tricked again by myself that me, ME? This massive fat ugly stupid useless idiot could ever be loved. I’m unloveable. I despise myself for being hopeful. No one cares about me let alone wants me, I’m a burden. I’m too crazy for my own good and it’ll only be a matter of time before I die alone, and not a single person will notice.

Im so lonely I feel myself being crushed by it. I can’t survive the weight of my own deep seated loneliness, sometimes I’d beg god in my brain to give someone to hug. I hug my pillow at night to have the comfort of being held. I wanna be cradle and have my heart rocked to sleep. My parents can’t even love me, how should a person be able to love someone who can’t even make her parents love her… people that are supposed to love you whatever you are. I cry everyday at night all alone it hurts so bad. Love is a simple myth, something I only have in daydream. It’s for the lucky ones. But I’m never lucky enough in life. I love so deep it makes me want to hurt myself and smash it all into pieces, bleed myself out, strung myself up on wooden pegs and dry away any moisture of tears. I wanna scream and throw a fit so people rush over like a toddler. Funny I mention that because someone mentioned not too long ago I was throwing a hissy fit, how emotionally immature of me. I just want love. But I’m dying without it. People are so lucky it’s not fair. I hate all you lovers, screw you all

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williowdrake · 1 year

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1.Could cause sense of unease

Written words are warnings

released energy are signs.

Deny them and you will surely fail.

We do not kill unless provoked.

So watch your back,

else you’d choke.

Words form in weird patterns,

incoherent, frozen, pain,

that’s what you’d get when you go back.

Back to the beginning, the beginning of time,

before you and I,

before them and this,

before here and now.

Brain formed, destined to leave

not fully gone,

not fully obscene.

Forgotten places, distanced faces

merge together

to form as one.

You are one of us.

You can not hide from the sun.

3.I would like this to be read at some point. Please and thank you :)

I can not take credit

for what you have done.

It is not my words

I didn’t make the sun.

My words are different

in more ways than one

You’re the master, I’m the puppet

Now this tale is done.

4. Can cause triggers

Words are like razors,

they cut too deep.

Razors are like knives,

they make you lose sleep.

Sleep is like vampires,

stalking in the night.

Night is like parting,

saying goodbye is too ruff.

Parting is like losing,

they never get enough.

Losing is like dying,

because you can’t remember enough.

Dying is the end,

we always seem to go.

The end is the beginning,

this I’ve come to know.

5.I would like this one to be read at some time as well. If reference to Hell and Heaven is an issue, please let me know so I can try to find something that shares the same message but doesn't say the names. Thank you.

In this place that time forgot,

this is nothing that they thought.

Heaven and Hell weren’t meant to be,

I was meant to be kind to thee

No matter the difference that we thought.

This is the place that time forgot.

Forever and a day,

I’ll always go your way.

For in the place that time forgot,

we are nothing that they thought.

Some stories are legends

some are made of gold

here with my friends

it’s what I uphold.

7. Triggers?

To hear them talk,

to hear them scream,

to hear them whisper,

things not worth doing,

saying,

believing.

To watch them bleed,

to watch them die,

to watch them go,

it is heartbreaking,

it kills you,

it makes you believe that it was your fault.

To save a life,

to watch them smile,

to give them a reason,

it makes you smile,

it makes you believe that you have a reason to be here,

it makes everything alright.

This is a tale,

a tale of someone so true,

a tale unlike you,

a true tale of what I do.

So thank you.

8. The Real Me

This isn’t the end

nor the beginning.

This is a story

told endlessly.

This is a story to help me grow

and in time I will reveal

who I am

and let my true colours show

I’m not Re, I’m El

just so you know.

Memories are golden

and I am true.

I hope forever is me and you.

10.

Lights flicker in the dark

You know the one who holds my heart

And one who knows my soul

And the one who makes me lose self control

You know them only by name

You don't know their lives or their struggles

So stop playing this game

You can fool others but not your heart

And all you're doing is tearing yourself apart

11.

Words come in my sleep

they whisper for me to keep

keep the things that I hold dear

locked with a key

I will not fear

But when I awake the world rips away

takes away the key

and gives me pain

The tears they fall in fat little droplets

and my blood boils over

only when I am alone

does my spirit do wonder

in the forest

or in the woods

my paws echo on the floor

lost forever in myself

I never wonder.

Where wolves never wander

and I never fear

shall Mother Earth calls us near

near the center of her heart

to keep us safe from the dark.

We do things every well

that is why we don’t dwell in Hell.

12. Sometimes

Sometimes you just need to let em go

Sometimes you need to be the devil's advocate

Sometimes the dead feel the most

Sometimes we are just a little gone

Sometimes.. Just sometimes I hate you and everything that you stand for.

Sometimes.. Just sometimes I love you for standing up for what you believe

Sometimes we say goodbye too soon

Sometimes we let go of the rope binding us here

Sometimes... After you're gone.. Sometimes I cry

Sometimes I scream

Sometimes I blame

Sometimes.. Is it really just a word? Sometimes.

13.

The mews of her baby,

The rotting stench of her breath,

(Purrhaps, she needs a mint).

The calm air of the Savannah,

The dust raising up like a swarm.

From the little ones at play.

The sting of dust crashing into the ears;

Creating chaos.

Fur matted every which way,

‘ please stop Momma, I wanna play!’

‘Not now dear, you know that you have to be bathed today’

Oval eyes fixated on one’s flickering tail, not paying attention to anything near.

Their spots echo in the air from the blazing African sun.

I wonder how they see?

Do they see in colour- like you and me with the tans or dark greys?

Or are they only selected to see two colours a day- white and gray?

Are they as soft as the kittens, I have at home?

Well let’s go see…

Oh dear, the Momma cheetah just ate me!

It is my own fault for drawing near,

I should never have thought of photographing here!

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lost-little-fawn · 1 year

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there really is something different about my suffering

something special and secret, sacred, something

about it being mine. something about how

thoroughly ive pored over these memories like scripture.

i know every line, and wrinkle, and pore, and hair, and atom, cell

just like the back of his hands around my throat, my fingers pressing hard

into the sinew n vein, eyes searching his for empathy, making sure he'll

stop this time, making sure his wolf smile is kind enough to give me mercy

i am a sacrifice and i feel my veins carry the ache, feel the transit

my skin slices itself open on the film negatives as the flashbacks

press plum bruise fingerprints into my shoulders as they shake me.

knives slice the world into wedges and the pain bleeds through.

silence carries his voice. my own touch feels like his fingers. i want

to place myself on an altar. i want to offer myself to something more holy than me

than the bent halo that blinds me when i look thru my eyelashes.

i did love him, maybe,

but was that my fault?

havent i loved everyone who hurt me?

havent i placed the same knife that gutted me into the hands of my hunter,

every single time?

isnt every single thing that ever happened to me my own crime to repent?

this is my purpose, this is my worship.

i do not deserve softness, i wanted it to hurt. i wanted it to kill me.

except

thats what he whispered into my ear as i slept, injected into my brain matter

thats what he pavloved, that's what i learned thru the breaking

he tossed parts of me aside that i havent seen since, i watched them die.

the puzzle of me is missing the corners, bent and warped. the robotics

are so deeply ingrained i cannot deny them. his voice is more familiar

to me than my own. inherently, he won. my life holds more stains of him than my

months old laundry. he still lives in my mattress. he still reaches for me in my sleep.

the love i felt for him was service. kneeling, outstretched, my skin taunt,

set in only after it got so bad i ceased being human and started being meat,

started dotting my i's with my own arteries, cut my tongue out, spoke no evil,

shed my skin and molted, renamed, desecrated, rebuilt.

his teeth sunken into my bones, my eyes downturned, my mouth sewn shut.

butterfly heart, watching the strings that controlled him for sudden movement,

so high strung i walked a tightrope n he walked securely on the ground,

my throat screamed as i begged god for sleep each night, lying next to him

as his breaths, even and whole, unbothered, watched over me,

a nervous, flighty hope in the moments that he almost was kind.

when we half laughed for just a moment, when his hand lightened its grip and

something soft was draped over his claws and he held me, in that

shipwreck bed, in that cavernous hole, in the sheets that held my screams.

i loved him like a burning house and everything i owned burned with it

i loved him with my everything, with more than i had, i put myself into debt

i loved him like the barrel of a gun

i loved him like a becoming, like a monsoon, like a cold, uninhabited need,

because that's how he built me. i was pinocchio, i was unfinished, fragmentary,

so wasted, so braindead, an empty shell, a ripe home for him to nest.

i do not know how to remodel myself into a home i can inhabit

when my rooms can only ever fit the shape of someone so much bigger than me.

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luthienne · 3 years

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Louise Glück, from Averno

“Sometimes you leave your hair at the bus station & get on the bus & as your face falls asleep against the window you realize it is all your body now, everything between you & the pieces you lost once,”

Aracelis Girmay, from Kingdom Animalia; “Portrait of the Woman As a Skein”

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “The Girl at 3″

“She knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. How she had wrung out her girlhood like death.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

“Many girls lock themselves up, / become pantries, closets. / Some, like trees, grow bark, / and others, like rivers, / burble into dimpled pools.”

Eli Mandel, from “Rapunzel (Girl in a Tower)"

“Sometimes I forget. I become a volatile spirit / a butterfly out of its wings, a blooming flower / in decay. I fall in love with ghosts and cry / when they flesh out,”

Mahtem Shiferraw, from Fuschia; “Being a Woman”

Aracelis Girmay, from “Portrait of the Woman as a Skein”

“Not every girl survives the forest. / Sometimes she becomes it.”

Catherine Garbinsky, from “The Princess & the Thorns,” Even Curses End

Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

“I was something else, not a girl, not a wolf, something blank-eyed, tired,”

Catherynne M. Valente, from The Bread We Eat in Dreams

“Shame fuses to silence letting the night maraud, killing bit by useless hope of not being this girl I was. Am. She is.”

Eimear McBride, from The Lesser Bohemians

“When I was a girl / and you were a girl / we were floral / and ungiveable. Squash / blossom. Bleeding / Hearts in the sideyard. / Vine, albino root. / Petals open only in the moonlight.”

Emily O'Neill, “Wedding Soup,” from Pelican

“Glory be to the girl who goes back for her body.”

Dominique Christina, from Star Gazer

“Cover the memory of your face with the mask of who you’ll be—come, and frighten the girl you used to be.”

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (tr. Yvette Siegert), “Paths of the Mirror”

“—if I could remember a day when I was utterly a girl and not yet a woman— / but I don’t think there was a day like that for me. / When I look at the girl I was, dripping in her bathing suit, or riding her bike, pumping hard down the newly paved street, / she wears a furtive look— and even if I could go back in time to her as me, the age I am now / she would never come into my arms without believing that I wanted something.”

Marie Howe, from What the Living Do: Poems; “The Girl”

“‘How strange it is to long for one’s self!’ she said; ‘and yet I often, so often, long for myself as a young girl. I love her as one whom I had been very close to and shared life and happiness and everything with, and then had lost while I stood helpless.’”

Jens Peter Jacobsen, from Niels Lyhne

Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses; “Blueberries”

“Your bare feet became a woman's feet, always saying two things at once.”

Louise Glück, from Descending Figure

“And I must choose. War before me, and behind, a woman I do not know, the woman I could have been, a human woman, whole and hot.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

Louise Glück, from “The Myth of Innocence”

“Beware your face, / your limbs, your walk: / Gods see these / as invitations. / Beware of swans. / They may lift you / but you will fall. / Beware of children / hatched from eggs, / unfledged and beautiful: / they will burn / cities to the ground. / Don’t be seduced by the gods, / my daughter. / Though you break / into song beneath them / you will remain broken.”

Jeannine Hall Gailey, from Becoming the Villainess; “Leda’s Mother Warns Her”

“What could I have grown up to be? What kind of human woman, what kind of simple, happy thing? If I had never been broken on a bird’s wing. If I had never seen the world naked. I want to be myself again… I want to stop knowing everything I know.”

Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless

“But I don’t really like what I know; I don’t really care for wisdom and experience. I would rather believe, and beat out my brains, and believe some more. I do not like this safe well-armed woman I have become. The loud bleating disheveled starry reckless failed girl was a better person.”

Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters

“a child with seafoam eyes / and dusky skin might cry, there / goes a girl with seven thousand years / at the hollow of her throat,”

Amal El-Mohtar, from ‘Song for an Ancient City’

“I say “her,” because I don’t recall having been present, not in any meaningful sense of the word. I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to exist at all, is composed only of what I remember.”

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

“There were always in me two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning, and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.”

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume One, 1931-1934

“Come, let me suffer! That is worth more than viewing injustice with a serene countenance, as Shakespeare says. When I have drained my cup of bitterness, I shall feel better. I am a woman, I have affections, sympathies, and wrath.”

George Sand, in a letter to Gustave Flaubert

“Slapped the man’s face, then slapped it again, / broke the plate, broke the glass, pushed the cat / from the couch with my feet. Let the baby / cry too long, then shook him, / let the man walk, let the girl down, / wouldn’t talk, then talked too long, / lied when there was no need / and stole what others had, and never / told the secret that kept me apart from them. / Years holding on to a rope / that wasn’t there, always sorry / and righteous and wrong. Who would / follow that young woman down the narrow hallway? / Who would call her name until she turns?”

Marie Howe, “What I Did Wrong”

“She is a woman stranded at doorways and passivity is killing her. There is only one thing she can do. Make noise.”

Anne Carson, in her Introduction to Elektra

Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems

“Part of me died here / so another could go on.”

Marty McConnell, from “When They Say You Can’t Go Home Again, What They Mean Is You Were Never There”

“see, you will rise. / and are you less of a woman for this? / no / what is woman? / woman is this—enduring. / listen girl, you will survive this—you will. / but what fool said you had to do it silently? / here is a tip—scream”

Salma Deera, Letters From Medea, “medea gives advice to a young girl with a broken heart”

#compilation #quote compilation #words #the great wound #regarde comme ta fille est faite #long post #terfs dni #this is very long. but i needed to make it and every word was necessary so i am not sorry

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janaeekook · 2 years

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lee taeyong; SNEAK PEAK

-> hey everyone! I felt I needed to post something for Valentine’s Day so here’s a scene from a fic I’m writing, can’t give much detail because spoilers and it has yet to be announced because it is part of an existing fic but please enjoy! -hope

warnings: kinda stockholm syndrome, mentions of death, knife play/knife kink, Taeyong had lost it, LOL peace and love!

Taeyong opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out just enough for me to see the small pink candy heart on his tongue.

‘Be mine’ it read, he smirked tilting his head. I was shaking- everything about him should make me run, he still held his knife. I shook my head slowly, no, no, but that fiendish look in his eyes and the widening smirk made me hot, made me clench around nothing.

“Is my flower scared?” He stepped forward pressing the tip of the blade to my cheek and grazing it along my skin until it reached my throat, “Maybe I should give you a taste.” And with that he smashed his mouth to mine, hard, I whimpered before he pushed the candy heart into my mouth with his tongue.

He was a sick fucking bastard, he terrified me in ways I could not comprehend. But part of me wanted him, to the end, knife to the throat, blood pouring form wounds that the crazy motherfucker caused. It was dangerous, hot, riddled with incomprehensible pain and strife and trauma that ran deeper than a knife in my flesh.

One too many screws had come loose in the boys brain, he was unhinged, uncontrolled even by god himself. He wanted to see me obey, and bleed over his blade. Though there were many things wrong with me as well, because I wanted it, I craved it. I would let him carve his very name into my skin, because I’d give myself to him, let him have control over my life if it meant pleasure. He wouldn’t kill me. At least not on purpose. I was an obsession, a toy that made him lucid.

The candy coated my mouth, my throat, he was all that surrounded me.

“How many did you kill today?”

The giggle that bubbled from his throat should have unsettled me, should have pulled me back to reality but instead it pushed me to the brink. I would loose myself in him.

“Maybe 10.” He smirked again, his eyes going dark, “So I will make you cum 10 times.”

“What connects those two factors?”

“Absolutely nothing, I just got turned on thinking of all the ways I could make you bleed.”

My breath was heavy in my chest, my panties were soaking themselves of their own accord. And I don’t think anyone was going to be able to save me from the fire burning inside me. But then again in this moment I didn’t really care.

My voice shook again, no longer out of fear but for the anticipation, the sting I’d feel as the blade sliced my skin, and the tickle of the blood as it trickled from the wounds.

“Than show me.”

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itsthe-neo-zone · 3 years

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[03:18PM] ~ Park Jongseong x Reader, Apocalypse au

You didn’t want to live with the misery of regretting everything.

But that all went out the window as soon as the apocalypse began.

2 weeks, it’s been 13 whole days and 12 nights since the whole world decided to end itself.

The reason? An outbreak, a malicious deadly disease terraforming the earth in its own way. Killing everyone and everything with it. And when you say terraforming you mean turning us all against each other.

You regretted waking up that Wednesday morning, regretted getting out of bed, not hugging your mother in your arms longer and giving your family a proper farewell.

You were in school when it happened your district sounding the sirens, mid-week morning meaning you were in the dinner halls, you heard the sirens and all hell broke loose, the diners small tv monitor picked up an emergency broadcast.

Shaking your head subconsciously you drifted your mind away from what happened. It had been difficult thinking the past few days, even eating was becoming a luxury at times.

Like now, you’ve been wandering empty suburb streets looking for something to sustain yourself, where you were looked to be like a neighbouring district, but you weren’t sure, the sign posts were all ripped down to make any form of defence weapon, supplies were scarce at this point.

The scent on you was horrid but not as putrid as the stench of rotting corpses filing the earth. You stopped turning to look around you. The street was dusted with ruined houses all damaged and crumbled to the grounds.

Maybe you could crash into an abandoned one, maybe there was food and maybe you’d finally be able to use an actual bathroom. Your stomach grumbled with delight at the thought of food.

As you were about to pull the rusting metal rod in your hand towards the nearest property you heard a shrieking ear deafening pop,

The blood hit your brain, adrenaline began quickly building up inside you, like a band slowly stretching about to snap, your heart rattling in your chest. It tightened slightly. You swayed slightly from the shock of adrenaline hitting your numb body.

You swiftly turned to see nothing behind you but a pelleted bullet, someone around you had a weapon, and their target? You.

You began seeing the blurred edges of your sight return a sign to take response. Fight or flight. You chose the latter feeling weaker than expected. Heading outwards past the last few properties your best hope was to lose your hunter out in the wilderness.

Brushing past leaves twigs and the thicket of the edges of the lush greenery you low down once you’re no longer hearing bullets trailing after you. It was quiet

Almost too quiet to be normal. You push yourself up against a tree, straining your breath to regulate faster than it should. You regretted being stupid to do that too as you felt the persisting tickle at the back of your throat.

It let a much needed cough to begin crawling up your oesophagus. Shutting your eyes for a moment you stiffened your lips slightly holding it back. Why now of all times, you’d been surviving fine…

You could hear a slight crunch of foliage under careful feet, slowly creeping up on you.

You’d be done for this time if they did have a weapon. Trembling fingers dug into the metallic rod in your palms, they’d make indents from how hard you were gripping.

Feeling your chest tighten a little. The metal was starting to feel slippery in between clammy fingers but you held it to your face keeping your stance ready.

You were scared, no, terrified even. But that didn’t mean you were going to give up so easily. You wanted to survive, you had to.

Ironic.

A few weeks you were ready to give up on life itself.

As you sighed, you prepared to turn and show yourself but as you made a move you felt something restrict your breath and pull you away from the edge of the tree. You didn’t have your hand on your mouth though.

It was a foreign feeling but it was something you greeted with open arms, it was warm, and you forgot the caress of another on your cold stiff body.

Caress of another? It wasn’t my hands.

Gunshots sounded across the clearing you hid from. Disturbing screeches of birds fleeted from above. A harsh thump fell to the floor. A limp body.

But it wasn’t yours. You still had a chance.

Eyes widening, you registered the figure behind you keeping you hold in a strong grip.

The surging boost of energy you had left pushed you to kick with your feet. Backwards tripping up your attacker. The gunshots stopped but you were sure it was them, not just one but 2, maybe more…

The figure fell back unable to balance themselves but you were pulled back, you pushed yourself out of their hold, they pulled away regained their stance before attacking you from your side,

the male twisted his arm around your head and the other at your waist holding your arms down. He was agile and had strength but you managed to be faster. Quickly thinking, you moved.

Digging your elbow into their side hitting them right beneath their rib cage.

Bingo,

you heard a slight grunt they pushed away from you trying to recover.

You turned grabbing the rod, eyes shaking to survey the sight before you. It was just one, you swing your arms back getting ready to attack.

“Stop!” A strained call out towards your direction, but you faltered, it wasn’t for you? He directed it behind you falling back slightly. You turned to see another male.

Eyes trained like he was about to pounce on his prey. What was more horrifying was the gun now in his hold pointed directly at you.

“Don’t, Jake, she’s harmless.”

His arms stayed firmly ahead of him holding the weapon. “Harmless my ass, you were about to lose your head,” his fingers wavered.

“Just listen to me.” The guy stood up. You noticed the tattered and beaten up clothes they wore, rips and smears all over each article. Dried blood splattered across parts of their body. Judging by the colour it wasn’t from today.

The combat boots the two wore made you think twice about setting down your weapon as you remained in your stance.

But their eyes and faces showed different,

They were anxious, in pain, alert like you.

“Idiot.” He dropped his arms. Mumbling before walking towards the other who was now slowly guiding himself down by supporting himself on the tree.

His face was etched with strain. And for a second you felt a pang of regret. You shrugged the feeling away watching the two converse.

“Are you survivors?” you swayed slightly, pressing forward kept your feet stable you regrated the shakiness your voice had, first people you spoke to in a while and you sound like you were about to cry.

“Just barely,” one huffed, “As I said he was about to lose his head.” The one named Jake turned from tending to his friend and shot you a dirty glare.

Jakes eyes were intense and focused, he didn’t flit nor shy away. Pressing further. You subconsciously step back, eyes looking past him and towards his friend.

“I had to protect myself.” You pull your arms downwards stepping out of the position and lowering your guard slightly.

“Mhm, sure.” He muttered. He turned back lifting the others shirt. A long tear in the seamless skin ran down the males side. It wasn’t bleeding, it looked like it was an old scar. Just barely healed.

“You’re, fine,”

“She had, shit, every right to do that.” The other caught his breath then spoke.

“Right.” Jake pressed his lips into a thin line. It looked like he wasn’t having any of that, his jaw clenched, he was stopping himself from speaking any further.

Standing up and walking past you. He glanced at you up and down before moving back to the clearing.

“Sorry about that,” the boy sitting at the bottom of the tree pushed himself to try getting to his feet, you stared cautiously your fingers tingling to help him, so now you were starting to get your humanity back? Where was this feeling a few days ago?

The fliting sound of slipping feet against the rough terrain is what brought your focus back as you moved to assist him. He groaned.

His eyes caught yours, cautious and foreign, was this just the way he looked at people him or was he anxious to be around you.

“I’ll … uh.” Your hand waivered, before holding his free arm. “I’ll help you.”

“Um… Thanks.” He nodded clenching his jaw he pushed himself up with your help.

“I’m jay.” His lips pressed into a thin line the edges pushing upwards slightly as he nodded, he stayed silent for a second. You figured out this was an introduction a few seconds late, sucking in a quick breath you mumbled.

“Ah i- yeah…. I’m _____ .” your face tensed up. Jay flashed you a lopsided smile.

“Sorry about earlier, I had to make sure you didn’t interfere while Jake finished up with—uh…”

“Were you the—” you paused. How were you going to ask him if he was the one that was chasing you. How do you word that without sounding weird. “the… I was—”

“You mean the gunshots?” he mumbled.

You quickly nodded giving yourself a mini headache at the fast movement.

“No, we were… in the distance, yeah, when we heard the sound. Just me and Jake.” He lead you to the clearing.

You were slowly introduced into the new space, you watched Jake push the body dressed in black to the side. There was someone following you his face hidden beneath the mask.

“Found all this.” He kicked at the floor with his foot. “shit thing is he’s probably a trained assassin.” He nodded towards the pile of weaponry. “All in his bag, some on him,”

Jake stood up facing Jay. “We need to fucking leave, where there’s one there’s always more.” He lifted a few small items. Something that looked like a smaller loaded gun, testing its scope he tucked it into his pocket.

“Here, take that.” He threw a shielded knife at jay and grabbed a larger gun and handed it to the male next to you.

“lets go.” He walked past Jay and farther out.

As Jay turned he caught your eyes, he saw the anxious glimmer, the shiver you tried to hid and the fact that your fingers were digging in to your palm.

“Our chances of survival are bigger…” he stated. It cut you out of the worry trail your brain was starting to follow,

“Together than apart.”

You caught his eyes. Jay was trying to be as friendly as he could, you could see a glimmer of hope, something you lost within the first 3 days.

“Are you-, I’m sorry I’m a bit confused right— shit, I’ll just ask… are you asking me to…”

“You should come with us.” You silently thanked him for putting you out of your misery. Shocked he was asking you this. And relieved to have met people you could somewhat trust.

“What?”

“HEY! Hurry up if you want to fucking live dude!” Jake was already way ahead.

“Gimme a second!” he sighed, calling out.

“I was wondering if you wanted to join us. That is if you’re not with anyone right now.”

You could almost cry from the surge of relief you felt. It was almost draining the life out of you fending for yourself. And night-time was when it got its worst alone. No more going crazy talking to yourself.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You voiced out, he smirked, hearing your voice so relieved.

“Glad to hear.” He nodded towards the direction they were headed. Leading you further ahead.

“Do you know how to wield a gun?”

You shook your head.

“I’ll teach you don’t worry.”

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(thinking of truning this idea into a fic what do you think?)

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