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THE AWARD NOMINATED FIC CONTINUES! Now nominated for the 2020 3rd Quarterly Inuyasha fandom awards for best dark! This is the second time I've been nominated for best dark, you guys trying to tell me something? LOL! Maybe I should post a comedy soon? I do love writing a dark plot for Inuyasha though...

Speaking of posting fics, I have a couple up to bat for next. I was wondering if you guys would be interested in having a say? I could post the choices on Tumblr? If that is something you'd want or if you don't tumble and want me to post them in my ANs, let me know!

Thank you all for your support. Another nomination... I mean I was blown away with the first one! This really is a great Fandom. I had honestly considered leaving fanfiction completely until I entered this one. Now I want to stay! My originals are going to suffer but oh well I guess. I'm almost done with one original and I'm super excited about it! I might take a small break from originals once it's done and out to publishers to work on some fanfiction. I also still don't have a keyboard, typing on my screen currently. If I thought I had gorilla fingers before... Top of my list to finish, Daddy Issues (SM) and STYH.

Anyway, enjoy all!

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Chapter Eight

"Didn't...Inuyasha say something about a six-year-old?" Kagome asked, pulling a stool near and sitting to listen intently to Miroku.

"Inuyasha was six, living with his mother with no word from his father when he met Naraku. His father was never in his life and his mother didn't know a damn thing about demons. So when Naraku found Inuyasha and tried to pull him into his gang, Inuyasha cried as loud and as hard as he could about the bad man trying to steal him. Naraku fought back against the cops, of course, but this was around the time that anti-demon repulsion was coming into fashion. Naraku didn't know what hit him and it was all thanks to Inuyasha that the cops even knew what to use on the fucker."

"Okay.. so Naraku hates Inuyasha. With the looks around the yard, I would think that would be in his favor?"

Miroku huffed, "Yes and no. Naraku will crush anything that Inuyasha touches so no one touches him. And Naraku was one of the demons that helped in the purge."

"Hold on, is that what demon killer meant?"

"Yes. The purge of 06 was carried out by demons."

She felt sick, swallowing thickness beach down her throat. "Why would demons do that to each other?"

"Well, ones like Sesshomaru were promised their freedom. Which of course they didn't get. But Naraku… he did it for power. And the idiots that ran this place back then let him get away with consuming countless demons before cutting him off. He killed about a hundred demons and thirty humans that day."

"You were there?"

"No. I'm not that old! Geez, woman! No, my father was there. He was a guard once before his curse consumed him."

She brushed the back of his cursed hand. "It will consume you too?"

Miroku nodded and moved on quickly. A sore subject. "Inuyasha's reputation isn't helped by the fact that he put a lot of the demons in here."

Her head was starting to spin. "Inuyasha was part of the Anti-Demon Squad?"

"Ug. Always hated that name. So contrite."

"You were on it too?"

"Yes. We were partners. Hence why he tolerates me. But then the tables turned and we were the ones on the wanted boards. All because he has demon blood in his veins and my curse."

"I was thrown in here, too, for being different." They had a short moment of solidarity and moved on. "If you both hunted demons then why does no one hurt the people you touch?"

Without saying a word, he lifted his cursed hand and waved it. "I'm also not a half-demon. That's frowned upon by both sides apparently. Never bothered me. Who he's related to also doesn't help. Plus, I don't have Naraku gunning for me. Inuyasha never had a chance, getting thrown in here."

"Couldn't he have lobbied for a different prison? There are at least… three?"

Miroku shook his head, "the public wasn't told this, but after the purge, they knocked it down to one prison."

"But..but...that means…"

"All the caught demons are all right here in one convenient spot. Cuts down on funding"

"So if this place becomes overpopulated again…"

"Luckily new demons don't come in much anymore. With people like me and Inuyasha no longer on the force," Miroku gloated, "they don't catch that many anymore."

She huffed, "for such a good demon catcher, you'd think you'd avoid getting caught!"

"Yes, well, what do all humans end up getting caught up in no matter how hard they try?"

It took her no time at all to figure that one out. "You? And Inuyasha?"

"Inuyasha's girlfriend turned him in while I," he sighed heavily at the memory, "I was turned in by one hell of an enchantress."

Kagome had gotten caught saving the man she once loved. There was nothing she could say on the subject, she was just as pathetic as they were.

"Inuyasha is just trying to protect you the only way he can. If everyone thinks he hates you, they'll leave you alone. Although now I'm not so sure there's a point. Looks like Naraku has it out for you regardless. What did you do to get in his sights?"

Rolling her eyes and her stool away, she started straightening up to leave. "I took some blood. He didn't want me to but I didn't have a choice! The Warden was breathing down my neck. I don't regret it, doing it got me this infirmary and now I can do what I love, helping people."

"They're not people, Kagome. They're demons."

"Same difference!"

"No. Not really. If it weren't for the runes they wouldn't even need a Doctor."

"Well there are runes and I am needed."

"Runes or not, you're definitely needed here, Kagome."

She was still thinking it over, but now she was sure. A talk with the Warden was a necessity.

oOo

It didn't take as long as she expected for the Warden to find time for her, stopping by the infirmary. And he didn't give her a fight on her sleeping in there either like she thought he would. Either her argument, being ready even in the middle of the night to help and not needing much guarding like the demons in the prison, worked really well or Onigumo had other reasons. She didn't kid herself, the grin he wore the entire conversation told her it was the latter.

What he gained from her being here, she didn't know but she gained as well, getting away from Inuyasha.

Miroku's story that day had been nice, it was good to know someone in here had a heart. But it also showed her what having a heart did to people here. Inuyasha would forever suffer more than the other inmates. They could connect with others, maybe even fall in love and have some kind of life in here. Inuyasha could never have that.

So really, she was doing him a favor. Getting out of his hair would only make things easier for him. This way, he no longer had to force himself to care or not about her.

Inuyasha wasn't in the cell when she got her things, a few extra pairs of scrubs was all she had, and she was glad for that. The last thing she wanted to do was explain and see the relief spread across his face. Now a few weeks later and she almost never saw Inuyasha, proof positive that he was glad to be rid of her and she tried not to let it bother her.

It was a good thing, that didn't mean she was happy about it.

Now the keys to the infirmary were hers for good, locking everything away and pocketing the keys when the door opened. Koga was leaning heavily on one of his men, blood dripping to the floor. Pointing to the bed without a word, she got the needed items and pushed her stool to his side. His friend left, shutting the door behind him.

"What happened?"

Koga glanced at the wound like it was nothing, a long and angry line that continued to drip blood on the floor would be nothing but a scratch to a demon under normal circumstances. "Your friend attacked me."

"Excuse me?" Her disbelief was rolling off her tongue.

"Kagura. I think she was hoping for solitary. Wants to be back beside her man."

That actually made sense. Sesshomaru got a couple days a week out of solitary and those days were spent enjoying the cooler days outside or with Kagura. Usually both at the same time. It was really endearing, the cool-headed Sesshomaru falling at the feet of the hot-tempered Kagura. She should really have a conversation with Kagura, see if she could get her to come to the infirmary for a private meeting.

"Kagome," Koga grabbed one of her hands and stopped her work, "I'm glad we have a moment together like this. I wanted to give you another chance to think about my offer…"

She pulled roughly from his hold. "I told you, no. I don't need or want your protection…"

"Why? Because you have the Hanyou's?" She remained silent and Koga snickered, "He won't protect you. Not from everything. And he's nothing compared to Naraku, who has a hardon for you."

They both ignored the small jump in her chest at the mention of that name. "Naraku is locked away in solitary."

"For now. They let him out every now and then you know? Not as often as Sesshomaru, obviously. And there are other things to be protected from."

Kagome hadn't had many struggles since she'd been here, focusing on wrapping his wound instead of his words. Because they were false. "I'm fine."

"Of course you are! Because of me! The only reason you've had it so good is because I've kept you from the worst of it this whole time!" He shouted at the top of her head.

He was like a child, acting out when he didn't get the attention he wanted. So she didn't give him what he wanted, continuing to watch her hands. "I'd prefer it to being your woman. I know what happens to them."

Silence rang out for a few solitary moments. Then Koga took her hand again, stopping her work to her agitation. "It wouldn't be like that, Kagome. I… I like you. I want you to myself."

Throughout her life, Kagome had received a few confessions. Each time it was a shock. She never once thought of herself as someone 'wanted' or 'likable' like that. She was self-confident to a healthy level, but she never took the time to consider others romantically. Even Hojo, it took her some time to collect herself and give him an answer when he confessed. But, even though it was a surprise, she knew she felt nothing of the kind back to Koga.

"I… appreciate that. And your protection. But I can't give you anything more than friendship. I'm sorry."

Roaring, he got up at that, standing over the bed and her with a glare that had his eyes glowing. "You'll regret this, Doctor."

His continued immaturity was on full display as he stomped out. Kagome just found it annoying. She made it through her younger years unscathed only to get locked up and deal with bullies like this? It would be laughable if it wasn't so sad.

oOo

It started out small, the differences in 'life without Koga's protection'. Mostly just more kid's stuff.

The nods she used to get turned from grimaces to indifference thanks to Naraku, making the hazing that much easier to occur. Someone would walk by her at lunch and tug her hair. It hurt but it wasn't enough to scare her into Koga's arms. Next, it was shoving. In line for food, out in the yard, walking around in the halls. Then tripping.

All they were really doing was making her look and feel like a klutz.

Combine the three and it hurt pretty bad though, especially when they didn't let go of her hair until after she hit the floor hard. By now she knew who to look for too. And for some reason, it was Koga's women. That had her a little worried that things would only get worse and that he would eventually send his men after her. No way was she going to break though, she refused to be someone's bitch. She'd rather be beaten to a pulp.

Which was very likely to happen before Koga's pack went all out, his women clustering around her for another dose of 'life'. They had already gotten her in the cafeteria today but it looked like they were upping their treatment, coming up from behind as usual.

Hands on her back, she knew what was coming and stepped to the side. This didn't stop them from tripping her but it did keep them from getting a hold on her hair. Her long braided cord was still aching from when they tried to rip it from her head earlier. Her side step put her on a different path, one that had her colliding with another body once she lost her equilibrium. Or rather had it forced from her instead of lost.

It was the first time in weeks she hadn't face planted to the floor. Instead, her face was planted firmly in a chest that had hands wrapped around her biceps. "Oi watch where you're going!"

Slowly lifting her head, Kagome prayed she'd heard wrong but it was undeniable even before golden eyes glared down at her. She had successfully avoided Inuyasha since the day she moved into the infirmary. Three weeks of not seeing his molten orbs on her and now she was practically on top of him.

She wasn't a fool. He was avoiding her too. How else could it be possible, a large jail but not that large, that she didn't see so much as a wisp of his white locks disappearing around a corner? He wasn't avoiding her now, his hands still on her even as she got her bearings. His glare quickly passed from her to the women softly cackling behind her. Their laughter stopped but Kagome knew their hazing was far from finished.

The women moved on but Inuyasha still had his hands on her, slowly turning from holding to rubbing. "You alright?"

She shrugged off his question but not his touch, missing it more than she cared to admit. "I'm fine. Nothing I can't handle."

"Koga is trying to pressure you…"

"I know," she sighed, "he confessed to me a few weeks ago…" Inuyasha tensed but she ignored it, "I told him I just wanted to be friends…"

Now he laughed, the sound echoing off the walls and a few others that passed by. Inuyasha didn't seem to have any struggle being seen touching her all of a sudden. But there weren't many around to see this. "I wish I could have been there to see that!"

"You didn't need to be. Because he responded the same as he is now. Childish pranks and hazing. People are so immature here!"

"Demons," he corrected her again, "and most have been locked up in here since before puberty. They don't know how to act like adults." His hold dropped and he started to back away. "So how did kids in your schools act when they didn't get their way?"

She knew the answer and she didn't like it. "I get it. Any advice on making it stop?"

He was leaving her behind so she followed at a distance. "If Koga wants you to be his 'girl' then there's really only one way to make it stop. Unless you want to be his?"

Turning to look at her over his shoulder, Inuyasha teased her in a manner that had her wondering if he was actually curious. "Yeah, that's a big 'no'."

He chuckled, turning back around. If anyone were to watch them it would look like she was just walking behind him, not that they were having a conversation. "Then you gotta become someone else's bitch."

"Nope. No way. Forget it, I'll just take the hazing."

He stopped and spun to face her. "Even if that includes getting your bones turned to paste? Can't help others with only one arm."

"I'm a Doctor in a jail infirmary. Not a surgeon in the cancer ward. One arm will serve me well enough." His eyes went impossibly wide at that but she ignored it. "Can I pretend to be someones? Like you?"

Taking a step, he removed the distance between them. "I don't pretend."

Maybe he was trying to scare her? It was pointless, she didn't fear Inuyasha in the slightest. Of all the people here, he was the only one she trusted to the fullest. It was why her heart picked up its pace whenever he was close. The fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous didn't help though, his strong jaw flexing more the longer she held her ground and head up to him. Crossing her arms over her chest and hoping to muffle the sound, she took a slow and deep breath. Not to speak, but to breathe in his Earthy scent that she had missed.

"Okay."

He broke first, shaking his head. "No. Even faking a relationship with me would only bring you more trouble."

"Would it? Naraku already has it out for me. And everyone here may hate me but they won't touch me thanks to my Doctor status."

His mouth hung open for a moment, thoughts turning in his head. But then it slammed shut and he seethed. "Miroku."

"Yep."

"What else did that damn gossip tell you?"

She kept her mouth shut and shook her head. Anything else that Miroku had told her was more like hearsay, it didn't really tell her anything about the man before her. And she rather hear the details from Inuyasha when he was ready, not forced to explain.

"Doesn't matter. Things would only get worse if you associate with me. Which, you know or you wouldn't be living in the infirmary." His tone was accusing and she took great offense.

"I moved out so you'd have one less thing to worry about. Besides, I was tired of the angry puppy routine."

"Dog references. Nice." He said with a grimace.

"You're welcome!" She smirked.

She watched the corners of his mouth fight with him for a moment, wanting to smile but not before her so they ended up twitching. "You should talk to Miroku. I'm sure he'd looove to have you as his 'bitch'."

Kagome wasn't too sure about that but Inuyasha knew him better than she did. Giving him a nod, she expected the 'conversation' to end. Except Inuyasha reached up and gently pulled the small elastic out of her hair. She never asked how but Kagura had given her a few from her 'stash' of hair supplies. And now it was around Inuyasha's wrist like a bracelet.

While her hair still maintained its shape, it was only a matter of seconds before it completely unfurled. That wasn't fast enough for Inuyasha, carefully loosening her strands until they fell apart, a long cape down her back. He stared at her for a few more heart-pounding seconds, breathing in deeply like she had moments ago when he got close and her lungs weren't restricted from his actions.

"Just wear your hair up and out of reach. It won't be much longer till they cut it off like a trophy. Probably what Koga wants them to do the most."

Swallowing hard, she kept her eyes on his, watching as he looked all around her face, neck, and shoulders. As if drinking her in. "What would he do with something like that?"

Instead of answering her question like a normal person, he reached over and took a handful of her hair. Then pressed it to his nose as an example, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent deeply. It confused her body because she really liked him smelling her, oddly, but that mixed with the image of Koga doing the same thing. Inuyasha was a dog and Koga a wolf. So although different, they would have many things in common like their addiction to smells. If Kagome went by Inuyasha, she must smell really good to those with sensitive noses.

Suddenly, he dropped her hair and stepped back. She had forgotten that the distance between them wasn't the norm, feeling the heat of his skin on hers he was so close.

Turning on his heels, Inuyasha shoved his hands into his pockets and quickly moved away from her. "Just make sure it's a fake relationship with Miroku."

He called to her, not turning to speak to her as he was too busy getting as far away as possible. Inuyasha was out of sight when she realized he didn't get her back her hair tie.

#inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha x kagome #inuyasha fandom #inukag #miroku #mate bond hinting #maybe they're mates #maybe they're not #some fluff #hazing #inu to the rescue #complications #more back story #award nominated story continues #faulkner writing

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aworldoffandoms · 4 years

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Hello😆 Could you write Ethan×MC(Open Heart) fic with 17, 18 plz?🙏🙏

Authors Note: Hiya! Here is an Ethan x MC one for you all! It’s angst but also a bit bittersweet? I’m not particularly sold on this one but I did enjoy writing it.

Hope you enjoy @imescullen! Thanks for the ask! 💖

Prompt is: don’t leave me + what will i do without you?

Prompt is in bold.

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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC [Nicolette Valentine]

Word Count: 800 (give or take idk)

Rating: G

Warnings: Potential trigger for those who have loved ones in a warzone (it’s vaguely mentioned but I just wanted to put it here just in case). Angst. One swear word.

Summary: Nicolette isn’t coping with Ethan’s news.

I’m tagging my OH tag list but please let me know if you’d like to stay on it or would like to be removed.

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BITTERSWEET

“Don’t…don’t do this to me, Ethan! You promised. You promised me!”

Ethan stares at his girlfriend, her hair a mess, tears streaking down her cheeks, her face puffy and red. The green of her irises holding the pain of what he said to her an hour ago.

Ethan’s chest aches and he moves closer, grabbing her to pull her to his chest. She comes willingly and holds on for dear life, her fingers scrunching up the fabric of his Henley in her desperation to keep him there, the sobs wrack her body in jolts of grief.

She will always be with him but this is something he has to do. It’s his duty as a doctor. It’s his duty to his country to help those in the front lines of enemy territory.

They stand like that for an insurmountable period of time. Each holding on to each other for dear life. Ethan more so than Nicolette. It was bittersweet almost because in the coming weeks he’s not going to have the privilege of that anymore. At least…not for a while.

“Please, Ethan. Please reconsider.”

Ethan sighs as he runs his hands up and down Nicolette’s back in a soothing manner, his arms tighten around her once more as he rests his chin atop her head.

“You know I can’t, Nic. This is my decision…”

Nicolette ignores him as she pleads, her face pressed to his chest. Her voice is muffled against his shirt. “Don’t leave me.”

Ethan’s heart breaks at the way her voice is weak and fragile. He never wanted to leave her but this is something he needs to do. Ethan hugs her tighter. He’s never particularly enjoyed seeing Nicolette upset and this time it’s even harder to witness.

“Nicolette…you know I have to do this. My friend asked and I accepted. Naveen gave me permission. I need to help these people.”

Nicolette pulls herself out of his arms, her face twists in a wave of desperate anger that it almost makes Ethan step back in shock.

“No, you don’t! You don’t! Do you have any idea what you are doing to me when you say shit like that? What am I going to do? I’m going to be worrying the whole time you’re away because I know how dangerous it is over there. I can’t even begin to imagine how much danger you’ll be in, Ethan! What…”

Nicolette takes a shuddering breath, the panic in her chest seizes her lungs for a moment, the undiluted feeling of helplessness simmering in her stomach until it ricochets through her whole entire system. She continues even though the panic, and the sadness and every other emotion that beats her down like a crashing tidal wave again and again.

The next words out of Nicolette’s mouth are full of fear, of the stark cold terror of the worst-case scenario that can happen because of where Ethan is going. The green of Nicolette’s irises is aglow from the emotions swirling through her aching heart. Ethan has to make sure not to have his own breath stolen at the sheer intensity of what she says.

“What will do without you? Ethan, I can’t imagine it. It’s a wonder I’m still semi-functional right now. You are the most important person in my life and I…”

Nicolette’s jaw snaps shut at the words about to tumble from her mouth. Ethan’s heart beats a little harder at what’s going unsaid. He wants to hear them. He wants to hear her say them more.

He steps closer, his hands rest upon each side of her cheeks, his thumbs tenderly wipe away the tears still making their way down her face. He gives her a gentle smile, his eyes locked on hers.

“You won’t be without me, Nicolette. I’ll come back to you.”

The utter honesty and conviction in his words make her melt and she offers him a watery smile, her forehead resting on his.

She goes back into his arms a moment later, her head tucked underneath his chin and she holds him tighter as if she could make him stay just by her strength alone. Nicolette says the words she’s been dying to say for a while now because if she didn’t, Ethan will never hear them and she wasn’t going to send him off to a warzone without the knowledge of her true feelings.

“Ethan?”

“Yes, Rookie?”

Nicolette’s voice is strong, level, the truth of the words giving her confidence to say them.

“I love you.”

A pleasant shiver runs down Ethan’s spine as his heart soars at the words and he can’t help but smile at hearing them.

If he was going to leave Nicolette for six months then he sure as hell was going to reciprocate equally.

“I love you, too, Nicolette. More than you know.”

The kiss that happens next is one full of bittersweet goodbyes, of hope, love and the promise of a future they’ll both have together.

Ethan will make it back to her. He always will.

#open heart #open heart 2 #open heart fanfiction #open heart fanfic #writing prompts #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #choices #choices fanfic #angst prompts #playchoices

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whumpqin · 4 years

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Day One - Anchor

Soooo I decided that I want to participate in the May 2020 whump challenge! I’m not planning on being able to finish this in time, but I do have an idea of where I want to go with all of this. Hopefully this counts...? This fic DOES include an anchor in it but the whump isn’t... surrounded by the anchor so idk fingers crossed!

Masterlist

General taglist: @spiffythespook (If you want to be tagged in my stuff or a specific story, just let me know!)

CW: Failed escape attempt, creepy/intimate whumper, gun involvement, drowning threat, broken fingers threat, alcohol use, noncon kiss on the cheek, maybe some other things I forgot to tag! Let me know if I have to tag something.

Word Count: 2,493

All is still and quiet, save for the sounds of the ocean waves rocking the boat back and forth in a continuous rhythm, waves crashing in the distance. Even the creaking of the boat itself was pleasant to the ears, moved against the ocean without need of worry or care. The ocean carried The Seeker like a dear friend, never once threatening to sink it below its depths. A kind of assurity that he could only dream of.

The only other noise besides the sound of the sea was the gentle sweeping of a broom against the deck, trying to rid the ship of what little dirt had made its way here. He tried to let himself focus onto cleaning as much as he could. That way, he didn’t have to think about anything else but the waves and where to sweep next.

For now, he was alone. The rest of the crew was down below in the underbelly of the ship, partying and singing whatever stupid songs they had come up with over the course of the voyage. It wasn’t often that they left him be and didn’t drag him to their celebrations over nothing, so he relished in the stillness they had left him in. He hoped that they would forget about him until morning..

Nereus paused in his cleaning and sighed heavily, as if trying to let the weight of everything flow off of his shoulders.

He cleaned his way up and down the ship, sweeping what he could off of the boat and into the dark waters below. By the time he had finished this end it was already dark, the light of the moon illuminating the deck in its cool glow. He couldn’t see in the dark like some other crew members or the Captain, so he was forced to squint against the little light that he was given. Nereus prayed that he didn’t slip and tumble over into the waters. Alone, there would be no one to find him. He wasn’t even sure if he could swim.

With a sigh Nereus wiped what little sweat he had on his brow away, lifting his head to see the silhouette of the ship as it rocked back and forth. His eyes caught sight of a dark, looming machine, round in nature with a large, hooked metal object on the end of a chain.

The anchor.

Because they were steadily going to the north, the anchor had been raised for as long as he could remember. Raising the anchor was a big to-do with several crew members all working together to make sure the thing didn’t break off when they moved it. He knew it was probably one of the most important parts of the ship. After all, without it you’d have no way to properly stop the ship without it getting damaged in the process.

Nereus looked away quickly. He shouldn’t be thinking of that. It was hard to say what could happen to the ship, to the people, if he did such a thing. Everything might get ripped apart or worse!

In his attempt to divert his gaze, his eyes rested against one of the life rafts. Wooden with a couple of oars, small enough to fit on the side of the ship safely tucked away and pristine. Sometimes the crew would drop anchor and use it to catch fish to eat, when supplies were really running low. Nereus knew he could figure a way to untie it. If he’s really careful, he could let the anchor down and rush over to the boat and throw it into the water before anyone can get topside. He’d be gone before anyone could catch him.

It’s such a bad idea. He knew what happened the last time he tried to escape. But the whisper of freedom still called, beckoning him into the ocean. Nereus was desperate.

He dropped his broom where it was and made his way to the liferaft. First he needed to untie it and prepare for it to be in the water. It took him a moment longer than he’d liked, but soon everything was unfastened and the oars delicately placed inside the raft itself. Nereus shifted it so he could easily push it into the water, then stood up straight to look back at the anchor.

This is such a bad idea, his mind warned. Begging him to reconsider. But I have to try. If I don’t try then I’m just what he says that I am.

Nereus shrugged off his worries and embraced the idea of freedom. His feet carried him quickly to the anchor, stopping just in front of levers and buttons - things he never took the time to learn how to operate.

A rush of anticipation sped up his heart as he frantically tried to read anything that might tell him what the levers and buttons did. Just his luck, however, all of the words that may have once been there were no longer present, scratched off with time and use. Nereus cursed under his breath, glancing down to the cabin entrance.

The door opened, and his heart froze.

A Cambion, tall enough to have to bend forward to go through the frame, exited onto the deck. His skin was as blue as the sea, dark enough to look nearly black in the night air. Messy, nearly white hair was tousled and forced into a ponytail, strips of missed strands lying over his light blue eyes.

The Captain.

Nereus ducked for cover as The Captain’s gaze moved over to the liferaft, obviously noticing how it wasn’t secured like everything else should be. He hid behind the anchor, trying to still his breath enough to listen to the Captain’s boots thud against the deck of the ship. Nereus could hear him begin to hum a low tune, one of those dumb sea shanties to himself as he moved.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t been called. He wasn’t going to try and find out. Instead, he listened to which direction the sounds were coming from and slowly tried to shift away. Maybe if he swerved to the side he could still get away, still push the raft into the water before the Captain had a chance to grab onto him-

The sound of a gun clicked next to his head.

Nereus swallowed thickly, slowly moving his gaze to his right to stare down the barrel of a gun. He aimed his eyes higher, to look at the softly smiling face of the Captain as he watched. Nereus lifted his hands upwards, a sign of surrender. Tears almost immediately sprung to his eyes as the Captain took a step forward and placed the gun against his forehead.

“Thought you could sneak off in the middle of our celebration, did you?” When there was no answer, the Captain’s smile fell into a frown. “I left you with enough brains to speak, at the very least. Be honest with me and I won’t blow them out across the deck.”

“Y-yes…” he breathed, almost so quiet he could barely be heard above the waves. “I, I did.”

“Did what? What’s the magic words, boy?” The Captain lifted his thumb, cocking the hammer of the gun back to ready it to fire.

“Yes, yes Captain! I did Captain, I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again I promise, I won’t-”

The Captain raised the gun away from Nereus’ face and slammed it into the side of his head, sending him reeling against the ground. He whimpered, curling inwards to prevent any likely kicks against his ribs. He couldn’t do that again.

Above, the Captain grinned that fanged smile that struck fear into the hearts of the entire crew.

“I don’t need none of that babbling from you. Doesn’t work, from what I’ve seen.” He holstered his gun against his left pocket, taking care to put the safety on before doing so. “I know you’re not stupid, you’ll say anything to get someone off of your back, wont ya?”

Nereus didn’t say anything and only nodded, too afraid of what might happen if he accidentally started his “babbling” again.

“No, didn’t think so. Come on, I suppose a lesson’s in order, isn’t it? Gonna have to teach you humans the only way that seems to get through your thick fucking skulls, it seems.”

Hands snaked across his shoulders as the Captain leaned down, hooking fingers into Nereus’ collar and lifting him up with ease. He was so skinny now, it was hard to imagine anyone in the crew having trouble picking him up, let alone the Captain himself.

Nereus was flipped around, rough hands gripping onto the back of his shirt as he was marched to the side of the boat. He could see the waters much more clearly now, and it only filled him with fear as it got closer and closer. It was hard to say what the Captain was going to do with him, whether this might be his last night alive, eaten by whatever lurked in the dark waters or drowned because Nereus couldn’t get the hang of swimming in time, or if he was to be mercifully spared this time around.

He was pushed forward, nearly toppling over one of the metal bars. Suspended only by the Captain’s hand as he held him aloft. Hanging over the waters dangerously, but completely unable to save himself.

Nereus screamed.

“Captain! Please, please Captain I’m sorry! Please don’t drop me I don’t wanna drown, please!” he cried, arms reaching behind him to grab onto the Captain’s wrists.

“What? I thought you wanted to be out there in the open sea! Isn’t this what you wanted?” The Captain’s grip slipped just slightly, instead holding onto Nereus’ pants as he dangled further over the side of the ship.

“No! No, please! Captain I’m sorry! I don’t want to be in the water, please, Captain!” Nereus wasn’t sure if his begging was making sense, anymore. The primal terror in his bones screamed at him and every hair stood on end, proper words were hardly in his mind at the moment.

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

He was hoisted back up onto the deck of the ship and dropped into the floor. Nereus’ weak legs could barely hold his weight, and he collapsed against the floor sobbing. He curled up against himself, trying to protect the important areas even as fear coursed through his veins. There was no telling if the Captain would just leave his lesson at that, or if it would escalate into something worse.

Nereus whined as he was lifted into a sitting position, forced to face the gaze of the one who nearly threw him overboard. The Captain took his chin roughly and tilted his head to the side, inspecting where he had hit him.

“Ah, damn. Looks like that’s gonna bruise. Sorry about that, Roo. Wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t stupid enough to try and leave.” The Captain heaved a small sigh, watching Nereus cry into his hands for a moment. He could smell the tinge of alcohol on his breath. “You do realize that you’d likely get yourself killed if you tried to leave on your own, right? No food, no water, no idea where you’re supposed to be going? Why the fuck would you waste time trying to squander the one gift I’ve given you, huh? Look at me.”

Nereus forced his blurry eyes back up to the Captain, who smiled in return.

“There’s my trophy. Now, repeat this back to me. ‘I’m not going to try and escape ever again.’ Go on. Say it.”

He swallowed. “I-I won’t try to escape ever again, Captain,” Nereus murmured softly, voice gravely and cracking.

“Again. This time with feeling.”

“I won’t try to escape ever again, Captain.” It was stronger, with less breaks. Like a passionate opinion said amidst frustrated tears.

“Good. Now,” the Captain murmured, leaning close to whisper in his ear, a hot breath making him shudder at the feeling. “If you ever try to escape again, Roo, it’ll be your last time. You understand me?” Nereus nodded quickly, terror latching onto his vocal cords and refusing to let go of them. “Good. And if you ever touch that raft again without someone telling you to, I’ll break all of your fingers one. By. One. Just to make sure you’ve gotten the picture. Got it?”

“Ye-yes, Captain. I understand, Captain,” Nereus finally blurted out, voice quaking and hardly any strength put behind it.

“Alright. Now you have two options, because you obviously can’t be trusted by yourself. You can go below deck and help pick up after my crewmen, or you can come up to my room and stay with me. You choose, Roo.” His voice was poisonous, the air of a threat that hung over him like a weighted cloak. It was hard to speak with the Captain’s hiss in his ear, let alone think.

Nereus weighed his options carefully. If he went to clean up after the crewmen, they might be drunk enough to leave him be for the night. He might be able to get a full night’s rest, curled into the safest corner that he could find. Though, the chance that they might be fully aware of him and might try to play mean tricks was always an option, too… But, if he went with the Captain, it was hard to tell what might happen to him. He was at the very least drunk, and the fact that Nereus might have pissed him off made him so very scared of what might happen behind closed doors.

The lesser of two evils was, like always, still evil. But Nereus was going to need plenty of energy to work tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. If he wanted to survive, whatever would hurt him the least had to be the better option.

“I’ll clean up after the crew, Captain,” he finally said, after he had managed to gather enough courage for it.

The Captain breathed a deep sigh, and Nereus wasn’t sure if he had made the right decision or not. He felt the gentle press of lips against his bruising cheek, before the Captain pulled away to stare him down with cold eyes.

“Skitter on down to the underbelly, then. I’m sure you know your way around by now. Don’t get any other… ideas, you understand me?” The Captain’s voice had turned to ice, and Nereus certainly wondered if there was a right and wrong choice.

But he nodded like he was supposed to. You never disobey the Captain.

Nereus forced himself to his feet and dusted himself off, before running to the door that led into the lower cabin of the ship, holding back king-sized tears and praying that none of the crewmembers asked him about the new bruise against his cheek.

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porkchop-ao3 · 5 years

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A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 30)

On The Move Again...

Idk what to say about this chapter other than a little bit of fluff? A little bit of angst? A little bit of pissed off reader? Just.. mucho dialogue, as per usual with my stuff lmao.

Just wanna let y’all know that I go back to uni tomorrow (I start back really late, I’ve realised) and I’m going into my final year, so I will likely be busy. BUT, I hope to keep posting enough that you wont notice much of a difference, but yeah. If updates become a little less frequent, it’s not cause I’m getting bored of writing this :) side note... I’m so fucking ready to be done with university!

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

Arthur woke me up gently, dusting kisses over my face and petting my hair, whispering my name and rocking me in his arms to rouse me as delicately as birdsong. For about thirty blissful seconds I completely forgot about our circumstances, so enamoured with the feeling of waking up with him. This was something I had only done a handful of times but if this was every morning I would be a very happy woman.

"Good morning, angel. I'm sorry to wake you, but I gotta get up," he whispered to me, his hand still smoothing over the back of my head.

"I don't mind waking up if this is the first thing I see," I murmured sleepily, making him laugh.

"I gotta say, it was real nice for me too," he said, kissing my forehead once before wrapping his arms around me and rolling us over until he was above me, though dangerously close to the edge. He slammed a hand on the table next to us before we ended up on the floor together and we laughed as he shuffled us back into the middle of the bed.

"I don't want us to get up," I sighed.

"Me neither, but we gotta figure out what's happening with Jack," he said, and it all came tumbling back to me.

"Oh God, yeah, you know I was almost at peace for a second," I grunted, dropping my head back against the bed and trailing my hands up Arthur's sides.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, nestling his face against my neck and inhaling deeply. "I can hear Dutch out there. I ought to go out and talk with 'em, hopefully he's figured something out."

"Alright," I whispered, patting his back a couple of times before releasing him.

With a groan Arthur pushed himself up and off of me, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stretching, rolling his neck and grunting as his joints popped. His jaw stretched open with a yawn, one which I caught and mimicked shortly after. I shifted to join him sitting up, and after taking a moment to straighten out our clothes and tidy our hair, we rose to our feet and emerged from the tent. It struck me how shameless we seemed to suddenly be about what was going on between the two of us. It had gone unspoken, but I believed both of us had frankly stopped caring about who knew and who didn't.

Regardless, nobody noticed us leaving the tent together, too preoccupied to care, thankfully. Dutch, Hosea and John were sat around the table talking; Arthur joined them and I pottered off, leaving the men to it and instead heading to grab my morning coffee. I caught sight of Abigail sitting on the ground on her bedroll with her knees hugged into her chest, eyes distant. I opted not to disturb her, taking a seat with Tilly and Mary-Beth in front of their wagon.

"Morning, girls. How're you two holding up?" I greeted them. Tilly was washing a chemise while Mary-Beth was distractedly stitching a white garment that I quickly noticed was dappled with a few specks of blood. Before any of them could even answer I spoke again.

"Mary-Beth, you're bleeding!" I pointed out, reaching out and taking her hand in mine.

"Oh! Oh shoot, what a mess. I pricked myself earlier on, didn't realise I'd drawn blood," she plopped her finger in her mouth and sucked on the injured digit. I put my coffee down and took the garment from her; it was a stocking with a tear in it.

"I'll finish this, don't worry. There ain't too much blood on it, no harm done. 'sides your finger."

"I'm away with the fairies this morning," she shook her head at herself.

"Ain't we all. How're you, Tilly?" I asked.

"About as well as you'd expect. The other day I couldn't stop thinkin' about how bored I was, now I'd happily take boredom over all this mess," Tilly sighed, sitting back on her heels and shaking her hands free of water.

"I'm confident the men'll get Jack back," I assured them both.

"Me too, it's just all the worrying until then. Has Arthur said anything to you about where he is?" Tilly asked me and looked up at her, momentarily – and frankly unjustifiably – surprised that she'd asked me about Arthur.

"Oh, no, he hasn't," I said after a pause.

"How is he doing, anyway? He's been awfully quiet lately," Mary-Beth began, "not that he ain't usually quiet, but you know what I mean."

"Arthur? He…" I paused, looking down at my sewing. "I reckon his injury knocked it out of him for a bit, he didn't much like being cooped up. Then of course, first thing he does after getting back out there is watch Sean– it's understandable. I jus' think he's going through it a bit."

"Well I hope he knows he can come talk to any of us if he needs it. Though, I suppose he has you for that, now," Mary-Beth commented. I looked at her, a light frown on my face.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, we ain't idiots," Tilly laughed "it's extremely obvious that you and him are somethin' more than friends."

"No, that ain't what I meant. You don't think I'm… stealing him, hogging him away from all of you, do you?"

The two girls looked at me, two sets of eyes going wide for a few long seconds before they both laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that," Mary-Beth patted my knee, "I just meant he has you to open up to now, I ain't surprised if he don't talk to us about that stuff all that much anymore. I don't mind it, it makes sense."

"Before you came along, if Arthur was going through a rough patch, he'd come speak to one of us women. That ain't happened in a while so we figured he was talking to you instead, is that not the case?" Tilly added, picking the chemise out of the bucket and squeezing the water out.

"Oh, no, he does," I nodded, thinking back to the previous night, all his talk of getting out of here, no matter how idealised the thoughts were. Mary-Beth leaned forwards a bit, inspecting my expression.

"Everything okay between you two?" She asked.

"Between us, yes, everything is wonderful," I told her, a small sigh escaping me. "I just wish everything else was the same. I don't like seeing him worried. I'm worried too, but I know it ain't a scratch on how he must be feeling."

"Well, I'm just glad he has you. That man deserves a bit of love, that's for sure," Mary-Beth said, "after Mary, and everything that's happened to him."

"Mary-Beth," Tilly said, her tone a warning.

"What?"

"You don't bring up a man's past relationships to his new lady," she chuckled, shaking her head. I smiled in amusement.

"It's alright. I know about Mary, even met her once. Well, not really met, saw her from a distance."

"Really? Oh, well I admit I was a little worried when I heard she was around. She practically carved the poor feller's heart out and spat on it. He was real excited when she agreed to marry him, I don't know how she could do that to him," Mary-Beth sighed.

My heart thumped uncomfortably and I stared blankly at her. She noticed my silence and looked at me, the colour draining from her face soon after.

"They were engaged?" I asked, my voice small.

"Oh, Mary-Beth," Tilly said tightly, shaking her head.

"I thought you knew," Mary-Beth covered her mouth. "Oh, goodness. I'm a fool."

"No, no it's fine. I've no right to be upset," I shook my head, snapping myself out of it. "I guess it just surprised me, I didn't know it'd gone that far."

I understood better why Arthur had been so deeply hurt by her. Why he'd held onto her for years, why he'd kept her photo, why he'd acknowledged her letter and gone to meet her despite the pain he knew it'd cause him. She was the woman he'd loved so much he'd wanted to share the rest of his life with her.

"No, you're upset. Oh gosh, forget this I'll do it later," Mary-Beth snatched the sewing from me and tossed it aside, clasping my hands in hers. "This was years ago, he's clearly moved on and he has you, he's completely taken by you, it's so easy to see."

"I don't need reassurance, like I said, I have no right to be upset over something that happened before he even knew me. He has his own life, how awful would I be to turn sour over him living his own life?" I forced a laugh, shaking my head.

It was true, I had no reason to be upset. And I wasn't upset, not with Arthur, he'd done nothing wrong. But I did feel something cold and sickly and gross in my tummy and it was startlingly close to inadequacy.

"Mary-Beth is right, he's crazy about you. I watched him drawing you the other day when you weren't looking. Never seen the man look so peaceful," Tilly added, moving closer to join us. She put a hand on my shoulder as she sat beside me.

"You did?" I sputtered, eyes going wide and my face going hot.

"Yeah. You were brushing your horse and he was at that table over there just watching you, sketching away in that journal of his. I'd love to see what's inside that thing," Tilly giggled.

"I bet it's real romantic," Mary-Beth remarked, her voice low and tender.

"It never occurred to me that he might write about me in there," I thought aloud.

"You should sneak a peek while he's sleeping," Tilly whispered and I flashed her a disapproving frown.

"Oh, I couldn't. That'd be a violation of his privacy," I said.

"I guess," Tilly sighed glumly. "You should at least ask him."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I reckon I might prefer the mystery."

"Might be full of things he's too scared to say, could show a soft, vulnerable, tender side to him that his tough, manly lifestyle forces him to hide," Mary-Beth stared off into the distance, her expression nothing short of dreamy.

"Good lord, Mary-Beth. You really have to stop reading those novels," Tilly laughed and Mary-Beth playfully swatted her arm. I couldn't help but smile, eyes wandering over to Arthur across the camp. That smile quickly faded though, when I noticed Lenny approaching the group with two men I did not recognise.

"Hey, Dutch! We got a problem," he called out, pointing his gun at the back of the men, keeping a close eye on them as they walked towards Dutch.

The men were well dressed in suits and ties and bowler hats, the second of the men had a gun slung over his shoulder. Something told me they weren't friends of the Van Der Linde gang. I stayed put as the men exchanged a few words.

"Crap, that's the Pinkertons, I reckon," Mary-Beth hissed under her breath when she noticed. The gang slowly surrounded the group, forming a crowd that couldn't not be at least a little intimidating. I rose to my feet, crossing the camp towards them to listen in on what was happening, aware of the fact that Tilly and Mary-Beth were hanging back.

"I don't know if you're aware but this is a civilised land, now. We didn't kill all those savages to allow the likes of you to act like human dignity and basic decency was outmoded or not yet invented. This thing, it's done," the first gentleman was announcing when I got close enough to hear. The atmosphere was so dark and thick, it was like I could taste it or smell it, it was foul like the contents of a spittoon.

"This place ain't no such thing as civilised. It's man so in love with greed he has forgotten himself and found only appetites," Dutch responded, his words so well articulated, spoken almost like poetry right from a book.

"And as a consequence, that lets you take what you please, kill whom you please and hang the rest of us? Who made you the Messiah to these lost souls you've led so horribly astray?" The agent questioned, eyes scanning the crowd around him. His eyes found me. "Oh, and who is this? You must be new, haven't heard anything about you."

Dutch and Arthur looked my way, Dutch's expression stony and serious, Arthur's immediately turning to painful worry.

"Leave her–" Arthur started, abruptly cut off by Dutch.

"You'd single out a lady whom to your knowledge has done nothing wrong? That doesn't make you a man any more than threatening the likes of me does," he said. Hosea, who happened to be closest to me, pushed me behind him and obscured their view of me.

"Whether or not any of you lowlifes consider me a man is of no importance to me. I am here to offer you all a deal. You, Dutch, come with me and I'll give the rest of you three days to run off, disappear and go live like human beings someplace else," he bargained, and I stared at the back of Dutch's head, my heart in my throat as I awaited his response.

Dutch chuckled.

"You came for me? Risked life and limb in this den of lowlifes and murderers so that they might live and love? Ain't that fine?"

"I don't wanna kill all these folk Dutch. Just you," the agent stared at Dutch with such disdain I could practically feel the second hand effects of it, creeping hotly up my arms like vines.

"In that case, it'd be my honour to join you," Dutch's words were low, pleasant, "excuse me friends, I have an appointment to keep, with…"

The metallic clicks sounding out across the crowd rose hairs on my neck, weapons being readied, the threat loud and clear.

"I think your new friend should leave now, Dutch," Miss Grimshaw warned. It was clear that nobody here was prepared to let the men take Dutch away. And Dutch… he was well aware of this.

"You're making a big mistake, all of you," the Pinkerton glowered, unsettled and frustrated, losing his grip on the situation he was so evidently being overpowered in.

"Yeah, dreadful. We have got something. Something to live and die for, how awful for us. Mr? Milton, stop following us, we'll be gone soon," more cool, velvety words from Dutch.

"I'm afraid I can't, and when I return I'll be with fifty men. All of you will die. Run away from this place you fools. Run!"

"Come on," Lenny grabbed his arm, got him moving only to be shaken off.

"Get your damn hands off of me, boy," and with that, the gentleman returned from the direction they came. As they disappeared through the trees, the air seemed to clear just a bit. It left behind an unpleasant sludge but at least I felt I could breathe.

The crowd dispersed as Dutch turned to Arthur, the men spoke quietly and I backed away, shaken by the experience. I knew that the Van Der Linde gang were wanted, chased by a dozen different groups of enemies, but actually seeing the evidence standing in the middle of the place we were all meant to feel the safest was difficult to wrap my head around.

I found myself with Javier again, I'd sought him out when Dutch made the announcement that we were moving again, so I could help to take some tents down like last time. We worked together well enough. We were taking down Arthur's first, deconstructing the canvas and posts, loading everything up on the ammunition wagon it all attached to. I was tasked with carefully unpinning his photographs from the side of it so that they wouldn't be lost in transit. Javier and I weren't as talkative this time around, but his choice to start this particular conversation vexed me.

"This piss you off?" He asked, holding up the photograph of Mary. I frowned at him.

"No," I simply said.

"Alright," he said innocently. "I just thought, since you and him…" he trailed off.

"Whatever he and I are, he's allowed to keep a photo of a person he once held dear," I said, packing away the keepsakes in Arthur's chest. I took the photo from Javier and it joined the rest.

"So, are you guys serious?" He asked. When I didn't answer him, he walked around to stand in front of me, folding up Arthur's bedding. "Micah's been sayin' some stuff."

"Micah," I repeated, looking up at Javier. "Micah doesn't know anything about Arthur and I so take it with a pinch of salt."

"No, not about Arthur, 'bout you and him, at the Parlour House," he told me.

I stared for a moment, mind failing to conjure up a response.

He smirked, though he seemed surprised. "So something did happen?"

"What's he been saying?"

"Nothing, really. It's all vague suggestion, was saying it 'round the fire the other night when you were in here with Arthur," he explained. "I know you and Micah have had some tension, with that kiss that day."

"What the fuck did he say?" I reiterated, getting irritated.

"Said stuff like you and him make a good team, the usual crap. But then he talked about you two going out drinking at the Parlour House, you two had fun together, got along real well. Said it with this smirk on his face," Javier told me, wearing a salacious smirk of his own. "Didn't make it hard to read between the lines."

"Right, so basically, he's tryin'a start a rumour about me and him? What, that we kissed? Slept together?" I scoffed, and Javier shrugged. "Well, here's a rumour, spread it all you like. That bristly faced creep asked me to sleep with him at the Parlour House that night, an' he's clearly feeling hard done by considering I rejected him. And don't worry, Arthur already knows about the whole damn embarrassment and I talked him down from beating him, but I'm sure he'd reconsider if I jus' said the word."

With every word I stepped closer to Javier, poison in my tone that wasn't really directed at him. The corner of his mouth curled up and he leaned away, holding his hands up in surrender. When I was finished, he let loose a chuckle.

"Alright, I got you, loud and clear."

"I've been trying my damnedest to find the best in him, I know there's some decency in the man, but, by God. He's making it real difficult for me not to join the rest of 'em in hating the bastard," I huffed, feeling my face flush with embarrassment mixed with anger.

"Ay, it's okay. I never really believed him. Don't think anyone else did, either, we all saw how you were when Arthur got fucked up by the O'Driscolls," he reassured me, putting a hand on my shoulder and gingerly pushing me backwards, out of his personal space.

"Yeah well, even so, I don't take kindly to someone making me out to be somethin' I ain't. Say if someone did believe him, then watched me hanging around in Arthur's tent all these weeks, they'd think I was a real piece of work," I muttered, snatching the pillow from Arthur's bed and putting it in the wagon, then moving to roll up the thin padding that served as a mattress.

Javier laughed. "I think you're overestimating people's ability to give a damn. Even if it was true; you wanna get it on with half the gang, that's up to you. Wouldn't be the first girl," he snickered.

I cocked a brow at him.

"Could'a been any one of us in John's position," he shrugged. My head whipped around towards where Abigail was, helping pack with Sadie and Karen.

"Oh, I ain't gossiping. Stop it," I muttered, shaking my head.

"Alright, muñequita," he chuckled, "no more gossip."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"What does what mean?"

"Mune– mune– that word you said," I shook my head, the unfamiliar word dissolving in my mind before I could repeat it.

"Muñequita?" He smirked at me, looking a little surprised that I'd asked. A little embarrassed, even. "Oh, nothing. It's a… just a name. A term of endearment."

"Oh, alright. It's a pretty word," I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him.

"Means little doll. People don't tend to ask me what I'm saying, so I'm a little caught off guard," he laughed, shaking his head and turning away from me to lift up the bed frame. "The name seemed to suit you. Those jobs you do, putting on all these roles, playing pretend. Like a little kid's doll."

He leaned the bed up against the wagon and turned to me, appraising my reaction.

"Well, playing pretend…" I started, pursing my lips in thought. "I guess I can pretend it ain't me robbing people blind. It's Jemima Jones."

Javier laughed through his nose, tilting his head down.

"Jemima Jones. She's a clever girl, but don't let her take all the credit–"

"I'm glad you two are gettin' along so nicely but if you remember, we all have the threat of death hangin' over us until we get packed up and gone. Get moving!" Miss Grimshaw hissed as she marched passed us.

Javier and I shared a glance before getting back to work.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #fanfiction #arthur morgan x female reader #atink #reader insert #rdr2 fanfic #Javier Escuella #mary beth gaskill #tilly jackson #van der linde gang

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you-get-to-exhale-now-cyrus · 5 years

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#3 of the winter prompt for tyrus

((you got it!! 3. “You. Me. Snowman. Now.”))

Word Count: 1,463

At precisely 5:34 AM, all the phones in the Goodman household starting ringing. Cyrus groaned, putting a pillow over his face before realizing what that meant. As quick as his tired body could manage, he leaned over and answered his phone.

“Hello, this is a prerecorded message from Jefferson Middle School. Tomorrow, there will be no school due to the weather. School will reconvene the following day,”

The other phones were turned off after a minute, followed by a string of complaints from his parents (”Why can’t they just send a text the night before,” he heard Norman grumble).

Sighing happily, he grabbed a blanket from the foot of his bed, wrapped it around himself, and padded towards his window. Was it a bad idea for him to be opening his window at 5:37 AM just to see some snowflakes? Probably. Did he do it anyways? Yes.

It was beautiful. Millions of white flecks dotting the sky as they hurried towards the ground. One landed on his finger, and he pressed it into his palm, allowing it to melt. Ever since he was a little kid, his parents had told him that all snowflakes were wishing opportunities. He pressed his palm to his heart and made his wish.

I wish TJ would like me back.

The next time Cyrus woke up, it was almost nine o’clock. Morning sun rays spilled through his blinds, causing him to squint as he got up. His lawn, along with his neighbors’, was covered in a thick blanket of snow. The wheelbarrow that held leftover dirt was nowhere to be seen, probably engulfed by the snow. Beaming, he grabbed his phone and texted TJ.

[Me]: did u see the snow??? its crazy

He scrolled through some older conversations he’d had with the other boy, and they made his heart soar. He counted every heart emoji that TJ used (13 within the past few days), and every keyboard smash (30, again within the past few days).

[TJ

Cyrus smiled, flopping back on his bed.

Thirty-one.

“Make sure you come inside when you get cold! I’ll have cocoa ready!”

“I will!”

Cyrus waddled out of the house in a thick parka, a scarf, a pair of bulky gloves, snow pants, a knitted hat, and boots. One wrong move and he’d go tumbling down and wouldn’t get back up.

“Hey, Underdog!” A familiar voice chirped, kicking some snow out of his way, “ready to make a snowma–what are you wearing?”

Cyrus rolled his eyes playfully. “Snow attire, something you are clearly not cultured in,” he pointed out. TJ sported a thin hoodie, with finger-less gloves and a beanie. Sneakers were where his boots should have been, and no snow pants were seen.

“How you wound me,” TJ sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart, “but seriously, you look like a store than ran out of mannequins, so they put every thing on one,”

Cyrus would have crossed his arms, but his jacket was too bulky, so he opted for putting them on his hips. “I came outside to build a snowman, not to be ridiculed for the fashion efforts of my parents,”

TJ put his hands up in mock defense. “Okay, okay, you got me. Now,” he took a breath, a silly grin splitting his face, “do you wanna build a snowman? C’mon let’s go and play,” he sung, flailing his arms dramatically in an attempt to dance.

It took a moment for Cyrus to process the sheer amount of cuteness before him, but when he finally came to his senses, he gave in to TJ’s singing.

“I never see you anymore, come out the door, it’s like you’ve gone away!” he continued, his voice cracking near the end, ducking his head.

“We can’t all be talented singers like me,” TJ commented, earning him a shove from Cyrus.

“What happened to building snowmen, Kippen?” Cyrus joked, narrowing his eyes.

“I’d rather just listen to you try to sing. It’s cute,” he replied smoothly, silently cursing himself for not bringing a scarf to hide his blush.

“…shut up,” Cyrus responded quietly, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“I’m serious,” TJ told him, grabbing a handful of snow from the ground and forming a little ball, “you look so cute when you-” he cut himself off, throwing the snowball at Cyrus and watching it fall apart, allowing it to dust his face.

“Hey, no fair! You can’t distract me like that! You didn’t even start a formal snowball fight!” Cyrus pouted, a few loose snowflakes falling from his eyelashes.

TJ shrugged, smirking at the shorter boy. “Life’s not fair, Underdog. You just gotta get used to it. And it hurts like hell sometimes, but you get the cards you’re dealt,”

“…are we still talking about snowball fights?” Cyrus asked, tugging at one end of his scarf.

TJ merely shrugged again, walking over to one of the benches the Goodmans had. “I mean,” he started, dusting off the seat so he could sit down, patting a seat for Cyrus, “sometimes I feel like the odds are stacked against me,”

Cyrus frowned, slipping off his gloves and shoving them inside his pockets. “Why do you say that?”

TJ scoffed, absentmindedly taking Cyrus’ hand in his. “Well, considering I’m gay, I feel like I’m starting at square negative five,” he mumbled.

Cyrus squeezed his hand. “Hey, we’re talked about this. It doesn’t matter what other people think about you. There are so many people that care about you and–”

“Wait,” he interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “it gets worse because…shit, why is this so hard,” he grumbled, puffing out a breath of air.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” Cyrus assured him, meeting TJ’s icy blue eyes with his warm brown ones.

“See that’s the thing, I can’t tell you. I can tell literally anybody but you,” he sighed, releasing Cyrus’ hand and rubbing his temples.

Hurt. That’s how Cyrus felt. “Wh-how come you can’t tell me? But you can tell other people? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “I mean…sort of. Not on purpose,” he supplied, a frustrated breath coming out of his nose and creating a small white cloud.

Cyrus willed himself not to cry; it was too cold and he was worried that his tears would freeze. “..I’m sorry, I guess,” he whimpered, pressing his bare hands onto his eyes and rubbing at the furiously, “for whatever it is I did,” he muttered, standing up.

A few snowflakes landed in his hand, and he clenched it into a fist. I wish TJ would tell me what’s wrong. I wish that whatever I did wrong I could correct.

As if TJ could read his thoughts, he sprung to his feet. “There’s nothing you can to,” he started, bracing himself, “it’s not your fault that I fell for you,”

Silence. The worst sound of them all.

Cyrus glanced up at TJ, trying to meet his gaze, but the boy’s eyes were shut tight. “…like-”

“I like you, dammit,” TJ huffed, opening his eyes and kicking at the snow under his feet, “and you make it so hard for me not to do so. Every time you hold my hand, or tell me that I’m enough, or cheer me on at my basketball games, I just fall harder and harder. And I sucks, because yeah, I know you like guys, but why on earth would you like this guy,” he pointed to himself, sighing dejectedly.

“TJ,” Cyrus began, taking his scarf off and placing it around TJ’s neck so he could still pull on the edges. He tugged him closer, nearly stumbling over his boots that were too big for him.

“I like you too…dammit,” he whispered, a tiny breath of moisture appearing between them. Giving the scarf one last tug, he pressed his lips against TJ’s eliciting a squeak from the taller boy.

Cyrus could audibly hear TJ take in a breath after they pulled back. His cheeks were a deep shade of red, and that was definitely not only because of the weather.

“Wow,” he murmured, taking Cyrus’ hand and intertwining their fingers, “I can get used to that,”

Cyrus smiled warmly, nodding over to his house and beckoning for TJ to follow. “Me too,” he replied.

As they walked, a few snowflakes accumulated in Cyrus’ free hand. He almost made another few wishes, but he took a look to his right. Seeing TJ there, holding his hand, and smiling because he was happy to be with Cyrus, he wiped his hand on his snow pants. He didn’t need any wishes; he had everything he ever wanted right here.

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softhaos · 5 years

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ONE (1) YEAR OF SOFTHAOS

fellas, as of today – jan 14th 2019 – softhaos has turned one year old!! honestly, i never expected to last this long?? over the past year, i’ve gone through many ups and downs, made close mutuals, received so much emotional support from all kinds of people on this site and overall, i’m so thankful that i pulled my shit together and joined the community on tumblr!

i still remember clearly when i first started out with this blog and posted the neighbor aus and got SO much support for it?? like?? i never thought it’d come this far where i could touch readers’ hearts with my word vomits?? that’s just insane. and even if you don’t read my works yet still follow me: wow, i’m so grateful that you managed to cope with my bullshit – be it from my undying hatred towards pcy and kmg, me abusing the uwuwuwu or my personal thoughts.

in other words, this is my message directed to everyone: thank you for keeping up with my bullshit uwu

now on to the part where i thank specific people for making my existence on this site more bearable,, i’ve left a message for everyone i tagged (i would’ve tagged literally everyone but i’m a stressed student i am so sorry if i forgot you kjldl and i would feel bad if i didn’t leave a note to everyone i tagged) and the list is in alphabetical order! @ anons i also left notes from you at the very bottom.

@baekberrie 💌 even though we just talked once literally two days ago thanks to my clumsy ass sending you an accidental ask, i’m so glad i actually did. pola (okay i got this from your about page im sorry kljsdl) you’re an amazing, kind and talented soul with whom i could’ve talked hours about soft bbh if it weren’t for my tiredness. i’ve only read your junmyeon oneshot so far but trust me, i’ll get to that cuddling fic with baek real soon once i’ve got more time uwu you’re honestly a talented writer and i hope we get to talk more in the future!

@baekbuns 💌 i’ve known you for how many days already you anon thot and i really can’t believe that i was vv intimidated by you at first (not gonna lie, you still scream bde but that’s another story-) hope, despite you trying to steal pretty much everyone from anyone, it’s still very fun to fight talk with you and you’re also an excellent writer uwuwuwu i am still very attacked by the thought of bartender yixing one day I WILL SUE YOU ALONG WITH PCY

@baekwell--tart 💌 bella!!!! ngl i’m still very pissed at myself for not realizing you from your old url but i’m glad i found you again!! (did i find you again? idk anymore i suffer from short term memory but i hope i got my point across sdjlkj) you’re such a warmhearted person and i’m really grateful that i got to know you. however, you’re also a funny person and that also shows in your writing - istg one day i will probably have “perpetual boredom” tattooed on my forehead don’t ask why that description of sehun will NEVER fail to make me chuckle!! you deserve all the love and happiness in the world and so much more uwu

@boosoonhao 💌 i know i keep repeating myself when it comes to you aj, but i really have no idea what else to say. i wrote it in the letter, i expressed myself way too often in the tags whenever i reblog your works, yet here i am doing it again (and maybe even more exaggerated than usual, we’ll see): aj, you are one of the most talented writers i’ve ever known and one of the greatest blessings in the community. there, i said it and i mean it! you are one of the very few i know that doesn’t shy away from fantasy-ish aus and executes them brilliantly. the way you have with your words is just fascinating and i find myself sometimes jotting down what you wrote for future references? but writing skills aside, you are a beautiful and kind person and up to this day the key chain you sent me is still intact. aj, thank you for blessing me, blessing everyone with your talent and general existence.

@byuncaa 💌 bianca you smol soft bean you have my heart right there and though we don’t know each other for so long, i hope we get to talk more in the future uwu you’re such a cute soul gaaah it really makes me wanna send you all the soft memes i possibly own anywaY i hope you just stay as bubbly and bright and adorable as you are uwu

@cafechenle 💌 hani, kaito kid, i don’t know whether you’re still alive on tumblr or not but idc i’m still writing this to you anyway. you’re one of the first people i’ve met on this site and gOD i remember it as clear as day where i was so close to blocking you within the first few minutes of knowing you. yes, i’m talking about the entire mansae chan era discourse. anyway, we don’t talk as much but i hope you’re doing fine my wee lil silver boys supremacist!!

@changbeanbag 💌 landon, we literally just met yesterday but as you can see, i don’t care and i’m writing you a wee lil note anyway. you, my dude, radiate uwu energy and ngl i may have squealed when i saw your tags in the ask i sent you teehee - i hope we get to talk more in the future (that is, if school hasn’t killed me until then-)

@changbiinn 💌 kirra, you beautiful, blue haired visual goddess who has everyone else (including jisung yES I WENT THAT FAR) looking like a mere smurf and found dead in a ditch! i didn’t think i’d get an instant dm from that one inkigayo shitpost but you went ahead and proved me wrong sjljlks timezones fuck me up all the time but nonetheless i hope we get to interact a lil more and gET ENOUGH SLEEP OR ELSE

@cheolsjigyu 💌 MISS VAN NO I DID NOT FORGET YOU HEAR ME OUT. first of all, how could i forget you when you provided me all the great twt aus and the wild chats we had back in?? sometime early last year i guess. it’s been a very long time since we talked and i’m sorry i couldn’t reach out to you any time sooner due to school and the usual stuff (also, uh, i’m not the biggest friend of tumblr dms and barely check any messages there so there’s that too) believe it or not i still wheeze whenever i think of your fic swing baby because goddamnit that jyp song was one repeat for a good week. anyway, i hope you’ve been doing well and are not at the brink of near death like me uwu

@cherryxiu 💌 gran, frank, satan incarnate, whatever else i call you. you may fuck me up with the pcy i’ve never asked for but i hope you know you have a soft spot in my heart (i’ll never say that out loud again tho so see it as a one of a time thing). you’re my fav minseok stan and while i wouldn't necessarily jump off a cliff for you, i’d jump with you uwu anyway, aggressively refrain from sending me more pcy content i’m just trying to live an easy life here. but knowing you, you’ll definitely pretend as if that last part was never written so why do i even bother-

@chillihansol 💌 hanni my child!!! i hope you’re doing fine, aren’t as stressed anymore and have received the love you deserve and more!!! i still remember when i was highkey intimidated by you so i went on anon but then somehow you were startled by my lil threat and then i became your mom anon? funny that has changed over the time skldj hanni, i don’t regret ever going on anon for you and you’re an amazingly talented writer. i already said it once but i’ll say it again: guns n roses was the first svt fic i read on tumblr and just thank you for creating that piece uwu

@choco-seventeen 💌 miss choco, i almost tumbled down the nonexistent stairs in my apartment when i saw you ??? sliding into my dms ??? and then reading my word vomits ??? and then you followed me ??? and everything that followed after ??? i don’t know what in the world i did to have you notice me and up to today it remains a mystery to me ngl. we love a talented, kindhearted, fantastic, stunning, visual writing queen who is ofc the right person to love thanks to the avatar discourse she started!!! choco, keep on enlightening everyone’s life with your mere existence, the tags you put in your reblogs that make me smile and of course, wonderful stories <33

@custardheart 💌 taylor, i don’t think we have ever talked (unless you approached me on anon maybe then maybe yes??) but i just wanted to thank you for blessing my notifications. you’ve been supporting me / on my notifs for quite a long time - may i say you’re like one of the first followers i had when i first started out? THAT’S how long you’ve been here already and i can’t thank you enough <333 (please don’t ask me why i know that but goddamn every time i see that jeonghan profile picture i already know it’s you djklj)

@dinoshaur 💌 sha! lee! i know we barely talk to each other but i just wanted to use this opportunity to thank you for making some of my days with your astounding fics!! one of my favorite works from you will always be “flower crown prince” because you have NO idea how much i struggle with finding seungkwan fics dkkjljlk i’m sorry i didn’t submit anything for the lfw challenge i really tried to make it but you know, life problems happened whoops. i wish you all the happiness and inspiration and love from chan himself you gifted angel uwu

@forevershua 💌 dear fossil mother ryan, i can’t believe i internally pronounced your name wrongly for pretty much half a year knowing you. please forgive me. okay, but all seriousness aside, you’re one of the closest people from this site!! i really love you so so much though i can’t guarantee that i love you as much as you love jeonghan more than shua; i still shed tears whenever i pull out your two postcards - especially the minghao one; i think i suffered from mild heart palpitations when i got it in the mail (and still do). i hope we get to meet this year and possibly clown rat together and just stay the somewhat sane person left in the gc <33 p.s HOW DO YOU FUNCTION WITHOUT A FRIDGE I STILL CANT BELIEVE THAT

@gamerwoo 💌 rocket, you’re always active when it’s the ungodly hour where i live and it has happened more often that i stay awake because of you. not only do i have loads of stuff i can queue from you (teehee) you recently started posting stories again and the ones you hammered out lately just??? do things to me??? for real though do you have sadistic tendencies or somethin because you posted TWO (2) nsfw stories that I indulged at 2 AM IN THE MORNING. aside from that minghao and junmyeon stuff, uuuh, i finally got around to finish your ghoul au which i completely adore!! i’m looking forward to your upcoming works uwu and hope you get all the positivity and good vibes only uwu (p.s i have to confess: my dumb ass seriously thought the “woo” in your url referred to jungwoo and for some good weeks i thought you ult jungwoo rIP ME)

@hearttoshu 💌 jess, i don’t know what in the world i did to have you notice me because i’m gonna be honest here, i was scared of you skaljdlkjslkj please i don’t even know why, you seemed very intimidating but i was proven wrong in an instant!! you are one super soft bean with hq gifs and a love for jun and shua that reaches up to infinity and beyond!! your tags always get the best out of me and i’m really grateful for having you in my life uwuwuwuwu

@jejublr 💌 ew rat, you’re finally adulting. jokes aside, you were the first victim to fall under my disastrous typo errors and may i say that i’m just simply ICONIC for forever slapping that legendary nickname on you uwu nat who?? we only know RAT. you’re the one person i can always run to when more serious issues are bugging me since i guess you can relate the most to my personal dilemmas and i just wanted to thank you for being there for me <33 that, and for keeping gran somewhat at bay. i hope we get to meet up this summer where i’ll feed you with lots of chocolate while teasing ryan about her biasing jeonghan LMAO and just like most people from the gc, you’re one of the first close mutuals i’ve made. in a way, you could say you’ve been with me here since day 1 (almost) xx

@jin-hua 💌 mayo / mango / mayo that tastes like mangoes / idk i bet i have misspelled your names approximately 993828 times in 937987 different variations but guess what? i still love u to death uwu i love me a fitness queen, a visual goddess not even god himself could ever and i’m so so glad that you exist in my life <333 i know i promised you a crackhead message but when i think about it there’s not really a lot to say that’s out of place when it comes to you?? you’re an angel uwuwu the light of my life frank could NEVER

@justsomekpopstuff 💌 jj it is i, your #1 supporter!! since you’re also part of the nug club gc from the beginning on, you have an extra special place in my heart <3 jj, i love how supportive you are and i don’t think you realize that i cherish you to the moon and back and that times 903809. i love how you get so fired up about your hockey team and like to gush and suffer from the wrath of Joshua hong and i hope you’ll stay eternally happy uwu that, and dRINK LESS COFFEE ISTG

@lxveille 💌 veille we’ve never interacted a lot but i just wanted to let you know that i admire you a LOT. i haven’t got around to read more of your works lately, but i do have a favorite fic that i still clearly remember. okay, that’s a lie, i have several that left a strong memory. but let’s say, if i had to reduce it to one fic, it’d be the 100wtsily dystopian au with jihoon and 66 & 70! you’re one of the very few writers who hit the dystopian genre spot on and you truly are an inspiration. seriously, thank you a lot veile xx

@middle-of-a-wonshua-sandwich 💌 LOOK, i didn’t even know you changed blogs or something and i’m so eternally sorry that it took me ages to figure that out! (RIP me) you’re one of the first followers i had if i recall correctly (i’m pretty positive of that) and i just wanted to thank you for sticking with me so long uwuwuuwwu i wish you all the happiness bb <3

@multi-yeol 💌 haaaa we’ve only known each other since a day or something but i’m really glad we did!!!! honestly, that Loona song sorter is harder than any of the german exams i had and though we don’t know each other for so long, i hope we’ll talk more in the future bub!!!

@oatmealupdates 💌 lynna, you too are one of the first followers on my blog i’m wheEZING you’ve been here for so long sdlkjlkj thank you for your support and your comments under the fics always make my day i swear!! i’ve also noticed that you haven’t been that active as you used to be (maybe it’s just me idk sometimes my dash is kinda wacky) but all in all i hope you’re doing good!! if you ever need to talk to someone, you can always hmu <33

@queerjunhui 💌 vane, ngl, you really scared me at first. i was really intimidated by your for reasons i can’t even explain and i always thought you were out of my league sdkljlk i think we started talking since the cyzj thing and you’re one of the funniest and nicest people i’ve met so far on tumblr, seriously! your content - be it from your shitposts to mindless thoughts like the entire indirects to j*** * yES I STILL RECALL THEM - you always manage to make my day brighter whenever i see you on my dash. i wish you all the happiness and hope you’re doing good uwu

@seungcheolsbodyharness 💌 katey, sis i still think about that criminal seokmin and the entire au we made up - from FBI agent cheol to incompetent intern vernon and all that jazz. besides the fact that your url is a pure 10/10 as well as your other URLs, you’re such a nice person and i really enjoy your presence - be it in the form of reblogs of any kind of thing to the comments you occasionally leave and don’t get me started on the aSKS; katey, i’m so glad to have met you on this site!!! uwu

@softwonwoo 💌 jian darling!! honestly, i have no idea how you even know of my existence. just like pretty much everyone else i’ve tagged here you kinda had that intimidating aura?? but then the more i talked to you somehow, the more i was proven wrong and you’re such a sweet pea i can’t- also, i’m glad that i found someone who can agree with me when it comes to chungha dsakjlskj pls stay healthy, stay happy jian!!

@swyllh 💌 sara, i don’t think we have ever had a proper conversation, but i just wanted to give you my appreciation. you are one of the most underrated writers within the community yet you always give your best when it comes to your writing and honestly, i really admire you. i haven’t found the time to read your interactive fic yet (i keep pushing that back i am so sorry but i’ll get to that one day) and one of the fics that i absolutely adore is that one end of the world fic with chan, as well as the vernon collab with sha!! i really hope you’ll get the recognition and love you deserve you gifted writer !!

@tonicandjins 💌 faye my snowflake, i haven’t seen you around lately but if you read this, i hope everything’s alright from your side! i’m quite sure i’ve already mentioned this to you but i’ll say it again. i will NEVER shut up about one and two small petals and will NEVER recover from it. another banger is that wonwoo fic with the printer- ugh, you’re such a talented, beautiful person and i truly wish you all the best. remember, don’t stress yourself and relax once in a while uwu

@yeolsmiling 💌 angie hi!! i legit only sent you one (1) ask so i really don’t have much to say so far unless i wanna repeat myself lMAO one day, i aspire to purely emit soft energy for yeol but i doubt that day will ever come. i hope we get to talk more in the future you soft bear <33

honeybunch anon 💌 honeybunch, i hope you’re doing well! i still remember that i called you that when you slipped into my asks and gushed about that one mingyu fic up to this day i’m still flattered and eternally grateful that you’re still here uwu thank you for your support and making my day <33

fromis anon 💌 idk if you’ll ever read this but i miss you uwu i hope you’re doing fine and just a quick update from my side: i still haven’t found a bias yet uGH

sugarpie / tulip anon 💌 you seem like such a cool person i’m really glad you stopped by in my inbox thank you for hitting me up uwu since i have no clue who you are and since i’m a dumbass, i’m can only rely on you messaging me jslkdj

none of the letters are proofread i am so sorry

#i stayed away up until now to make this post #bc i know im gonna fall asleep straight after school oops #if u excuse me i'm going to bed now lkdslk #dara being dumb and dense #in other words: dara is currently mush with zero (0) brain cells and energy #it's 3 am and i gotta wake up in 3 hours pls #i have for sure forgotten someone ugh kms #softhaos antics

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ashphoenix06 · 5 years

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Fallen Heroes Part 5 (jse ego universe: extended scene from ‘Sweet Dreams’

No....

Jackie’s body went completely still as the gun went off. He could feel his eyes widening with disbelief as he watched the dad’s go lifeless within a second.

No.... no....

Chase Brody’s blood had splattered all over Schneep’s white doctors coat and onto the monitors sitting silently on Jack’s desk. Anti threw his head back and laughed as Schneep finally let go of their brother.

Oh god... no! Please no....

Chase’s arms fell limply to his sides as his body tumbled forward. He hit the ground hard and fast, the sound of contact making Jackie flinch. He was so still laying there... so still. Chase was never still! He was always moving, just like Jackie.

Jackie clenched his teeth together as new tears fell freely down his battered face. All he could see was Chase lying there... not moving or breathing... just... just...

.... Dead.

“No! Nononono! CHASE!”

Jackie felt his wail echo throughout the recording room as he reached out a trembling hand towards the dead dad. Fuck, his mind screamed. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

Off to the side, the hero heard Marvin’s breath hitch from where he was trapped. He wanted to look at his big brother, but he was too afraid to take his eyes off of Chase. Maybe he’s alive, his mind rushing to conclusions. Maybe... maybe this is like last time and then Henrick will....

The cold realization that Schneep wasn’t going to save Chase this time sunk deep into Jackie’s heart. He turned his attention to the doctor, who was looking down at Chase’s body. His face held no emotions but... were... were those tears?

“How….. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, SCHNEEP! YOU WERE LIKE A BROTHER TO HIM!”

Jackie’s head snapped to where Marvin stood. Though he couldn’t move from the wall, his anger pulsed out of him. His eye was filled with nothing but hatred as he stared Schneep down.

The hero turned back to Schneep as Anti sauntered over to were the doctor stood. A skip in his step, he stopped right in front of his face and gave it a couple of delicate pats.

“Such an obedient puppet,” he cooed.

With every ounce of energy he had left, Jackie forced himself to stand. Once upright, his head began to spin and he staggered a bit from the lightheaded feeling that washed over him. When he managed to shake it off, he took a look over at Anti and felt his heart completely stop.

The glitch had pushed Chase over onto his back, his dull eyes facing the ceiling. The back of the dad’s head was laying in his own blood as Anti squatted down and leaned close into his face. He sniffed and then tapped Chase’s cheek, making his head roll over to the other side.

Anger started to build up inside the hero’s chest. How dare he? How DARE he touch Chase! He could feel the static of his powers tickling his fingertips.

And then the glitch started to hum. What the fuck, Jackie snarled in his head. He watch Anti rock back and forth as his little hum grew louder. One green tinted finger was lifted to Anti’s mouth and he bit down. Confusion clouded the hero’s thoughts until he saw Anti remove said finger and begin massaging the pad. A swell of black ichor bloomed and the humming grew even louder. Anti turned his attention back to Chase and placed one hand on the dad’s bloodied forehead.

Wait, Jackie suddenly realized. I recognize this spell from Marv’s book... oh, that mother fucker! He’s doing it again! He’s trying to steal Chase’s body... just like he stole Jack’s!

Watching that Halloween video two years ago still haunted Jackie’s dreams. He had decided to pull out his phone and watch Jack’s new video since patrol had slowed down a bit. As soon as the glitches started, he knew something was off. Then Jack’s eye twitched, followed by his nose bleeding...

That blank stare at the camera as he placed the knife to his neck...

Jackie witnessed Jack slice his own throat open and panicked. He wasn’t anywhere close to Jack’s house, so he texted Schneep to get to Jack’s, that something was wrong and that their creator was dead. As soon as he pressed send, he started running in a direction that would lead him to Jack’s place. He was so scared. He had thought that he had lost his creator that horrid night. Schneep had somehow saved him, but Anti’s corruption had left Jack in a coma ever since.

That same dreaded feeling was coursing through his body as he saw Anti extending the finger with the ichor towards Chase’s left eye. He heard Marvin gasp behind him. His big brother had just recognized the spell, too.

And that sick bastard was still humming!

“Let’s try this again, shall we? My mistake last time was I didn’t kill Jack first…. Only after I was already in control...”

Oh, fuck no! Jackie couldn’t take it anymore. If it was Chase’s fate to die, then at least the hero could prevent his body from being abused by the glitches control.

For the first time in his life, Jackie saw red...

“LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU SICK GLITCHY BASTARD,” Jackie roared, charging at the glitch that had ruined all of their lives. He felt his power sizzle and pop all over his body. Blue sparks flew from his eyes. “LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Marvin yelled out something to him but he didn’t hear him. And he didn’t care. All he wanted, at that moment, was to make Anti hurt. To make that demonic glitch suffer as all six of them had under his terrorizing rampaige. He could feel something starting to shift in his soul...

But all that rage and need for senseless violence dwindled drastically as Schneep stepped in the way. The doctor’s face was blank and he had Chase’s gun pointed right at Jackie’s stomach.

The hero stopped in mid run, eyes shifting from the gun to his brother and back to the gun. He felt frozen in place, regret for charging in headstrong filling up inside him. Why didn’t he think?

“Hen... Henrick,” he whispered.

He heard Marvin raving behind him. He dared not look at his big brother’s face, he was afraid what he would see would break his heart.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, SCHNEEPLESTEIN! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”

Anti glanced over after he heard Marvin’s threats. Jackie could see on his face that the situation wasn’t very interesting to him. In fact, his face showed nothing but pure boredom.

“Can we get this over with, please,” the glitch whined. “I need to set my plans in motion, here.”

Schneep obeyed the order and cocked the gun. Jackie found that he couldn’t move.

“JACKIE,” Marvin cried out. “USE YOUR POWERS! FIGHT BACK!”

The hero thought back to their baby brother, unconscious downstairs. JJ had nearly killed him, his face filled with disgust and loathing. But his eyes told a different story; that it was hurting him to do this to his brother.

Jackie looked Schneep dead in the eyes and caught his breath. Though the doctor’s face was a emotionless slate, his eyes were panicked and pleaded. He wanted Jackie to attack him so he didn’t have to shoot.

Scheep is still there, Jackie thought. Just like JJ...

He lifted his hands up, forcing his powers to recede. He felt a sad smile form on his face.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Henrick...”

Marvin wailed out in desperation.

“JACKIE, NO!”

The hero’s knees started to buckle from the energy spent. Jackie found himself tired so very tired.

“I.... I hope one day,” he said loudly to Schneep,”you can wake up...”

I’m sorry, Chase... I’m sorry, Henrick... I’m sorry, JJ...

...... I am so sorry, big brother....

It happened so quickly. No sooner had the gun gone off that Jackie felt the bullet tear it’s way into his stomach. Gasping in pain, he bent over and clutched at the gun wound. Slick, hot blood was pouring down between his fingers.

“MOTHER FUCKER,” he hears Marvin, but even his big brother’s cries are starting to fade. “YOU PIECE OF SHIT DOCTOR! FUCK YOU!”

The world around him started to grow dim, pulling him into inky black nothingness.

“JACKIE!”

The hero lifts his head up to his ensnared brother. He tasted blood coming up his throat and flooding into his mouth. A dribble of it leaked out of the corner of his mouth and rolled down his chin.

“I... I know you didn’t mean to... I.. I forgive you, Henrick...”

He couldn’t keep his eyes opened any longer. He let them close as his legs finally gave out. He hit the floor hard and let the ever encroaching darkness consume him. The last thing he could faintly hear was his big brother’s screams...

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I’M DONE! I’M SO DONE FOR THE NIGHT! I’VR MANAGED TO HURT ALL THREE OF MY BOIS! PART 6 WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW!

NOW I GO CURL UP AND SOB MY EYES OUT!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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some unedited, brain flow-type ramblings based on @donc-desole‘s oc percy as a villain in a ww2 era au. more about how a narrative might work then anything. i’m really rusty on my ww2 knowledge and don’t wanna let myself fall down another research rabbit hole, so i’m probably off with how military stuff works.

ww2!au possible story?

maybe wes is the unwitting companion to harry who’s on a mission. not the sidekick mind you, wes would still be the main character and protagonist, just not the action movie hero - that’s harry’s role.

wes is technically harry’s c.o. but was supposed to leave the front due to injury (losing his finger). due to a bureaucratic error nothing is done to get him out, but he’s believed to be on his way back to england. meanwhile, harry is a slightly lower ranked officer but for whatever reason is chosen to do something or other by the higher ups - he’s given a secret mission basically, and has to fake being KIA in order to proceed. or something.

despite wallowing in his horrible mood, wes is still protective of his friends. so when a surprise skirmish happens and the world’s blowing up around them, and he sees harry run off, he runs after - partly to make sure he stays alive, partly to yell at him for being stupid. they end up in enemy territory, one believed to be heading home, the other believed KIA due to swapping uniforms/tags with a similar looking, already-dead-before-the-fight guy.

wes is livid with harry and can’t comprehend why he refuses to head back to allied territory, harry is trying to keep it together while not letting wes know that he’s - rather they’re - on a secret, possibly undercover mission.

idk how it plays out from there, specifically. harry would probably breakdown at some point and tell wes some of what he’s doing, but whether that’s before or after wes already figures it out or the mission is completed, idk. harry’s a horrible choice to carry out a secret mission tbh.

one way or another they end up very close to a german field hospital or the like. wes’ injury isn’t doing well and harry took a tumble - he’s not too badly hurt, but looks like hell. they get captured, wes chokes and just silently surrenders, but harry ups the dramatics and acts like he’s horribly wounded and confused. and also american, cus harry is just. harry. neither are wearing their uniforms anymore having changed them out for civvies, so the germans bring them to the hospital, as captives/patients i guess.

and that’s how they meet percy, a doctor and one of, if not the, chief medical officer running the place. seeing through harry’s horrible accent right off the bat, percy decides to play along and speak with a perfect english accent, which confuses the two along with his english surname(?). he immediately knows something’s up, has them searched and all their belongings taken before being restrained and left alone somewhere whilst under guard. harry keeps up the act while wes is between pissed and pissing himself.

wes and harry start bickering, thinking they’re still alone, but percy quietly enters the room alone and listens for a while. eventually wes notices him, falling silent as percy just placidly smiles back, before harry turns to see and goes deathly still and quiet as well.

then the three have a nice chat. and by “nice” i mean percy is disturbingly sweet and genial even as he semi-openly threatens them, etc. by the end of it he knows they’re british soldiers on a mission, but harry has managed not to totally give everything away. wes is extremely uncomfortable with how percy has been acting toward him in particular - which at this point is just percy having fun; he sees an opportunity to probe and observe, he takes it. harry continues to keep his american act going despite obviously being found out, which wes actually apologizes for to percy out of embarrassment, which catches the doctor off guard and intrigues him. he drops the english accent for his usual german when he responds in a positive fashion, which takes wes by surprise - cus it sounded so legit, but also cus percy could’ve really used their thinking he was english to his advantage.

wes and harry are kept as prisoner-patients basically, occasionally being questioned by percy, who almost always does so alone. they’re also kept separated, cus percy doesn’t trust them together/their bickering bothers the patients/staff. even though harry isn’t really hurt other than some scratches he’s still seen to, while wes has it bad cus his injury got infected while traipsing around the countryside. despite his being the enemy, percy claims his role as a doctor comes first and treats him personally - wes is thrown off by the genuine concern for his well-being. which while it is genuine, percy knows he can possibly use, and so ups the act.

guessing wes is of a higher rank than harry (which wes confirms) percy also mistakenly assumes that means he’s the one in charge of he and harry’s mission. despite all the uncomfortably personal interactions he ends up having with percy over time, wes manages to keep the truth to himself. mostly cus he still doesn’t know what the mission even is and doesn’t want to mess anything up for completing it if they get out alive.

speaking of personal interactions, unless wes acts out, percy treats him as though they were simply acquaintances and not captor/prisoner - talking about likes/dislikes, hobbies, interests, etc. in particular he learns of wes’ playing the violin and how broken he is over losing a finger - and uses it against him. somehow. idk, manipulation and the like, details details.

at some point percy approaches harry when wes isn’t there, under the guise of checking up on him. he casually brings the conversation to the female staff, particularly the ones that have been seeing to harry. he basically turns from soft doctor to cut-your-throat-out doctor in a split second as he causes harry a good deal of pain, warning him to stop harassing his people or he’ll be in a similar shape to wes - aka missing something or other similar to finger size. harry agrees, trying not to let on how scared he is. soft doctor is back and percy smiles, thanks him, and leaves. harry takes percy more seriously than before. which he really should’ve been anyway.

at some point wes and harry manage to talk alone, or from time to time. they realize and discuss how percy must've never reported them to his higher-ups cus no one outside the hospital has come for them. they’re hella suspicious of his motives but can’t agree on what to do about it. wes ends up deciding not to bring it up to percy.

they’re brought in for another round of questions. percy’s demeanor seems different this time - he says he’s glad they’ve recovered, and that he’s tired of their not cooperating.

then he signals the guards to beat the shit out of harry.

wes freaks out and starts yelling, which turns to begging percy to stop. percy smiles and calmly says that he’d gladly do so, if wes tells him what their goal is. wes falters when harry tells him not to, but sorta lets the cat out of the bag when he snaps back about not knowing anything anyway. percy is somewhat surprised to learn harry’s the “mastermind” here.

he lets the beating continue as he know tries to get harry to talk, who of course doesn’t. eventually percy has to call off the beating so harry isn’t too badly hurt, despite getting nothing out him. he immediately orders that harry be taken to be seen to properly while wes is left with him, trying not to cry.

percy turns to him with a friendly smile and apologizes for assuming he was who had to be targeted, and after looking thoughtful comments this way was better for wes. once asked to elaborate, percy says if he’d been targeting harry and with how stubborn he is, he’d have let most of wes’ fingers be broken before he even considers talking. harry’s so stubborn, he wouldn’t have broken as quickly as wes did, so wes likely would’ve outright lost another finger or two. how fortunate for wes that the doctor had assumed incorrectly, that he didn’t have to allow harm to come to him, etc.

percy says all of this as though the very thought disturbs him, to make wes think he actually cares, but wes isn’t responding by now out of shock/trauma. he’s led back to where he’s been being held and after a while breaks down sobbing.

after a few days of asking wes is allowed to see harry, who at the time is still bedbound and seemingly unconscious. he looks like shit, but is feigning sleep as wes visits, so they whisper to each other. wes is still messed up from what percy said about harry letting him lose his fingers, and has begun to doubt/mistrust harry’s choices - just as percy intended.

wes asks for more info on the mission, partly out of his own curiosity as to what harry would take a beating over, and also to maybe use as leverage to get them out of here. harry refuses cus he can read his friend like a book, upsetting wes. he tells harry he’s gonna get them both killed and storms off to be taken back to his room. harry feels bad but knows his friend is stressed out, and is frankly too tired/injured to care very much. which is partly planned by percy - being on pain meds to mess with his head, but not so much as to strain the supply for his actual patients.

idk, percy basically manipulates and gets wes to start doubting/mistrusting harry, while harry is kept away from him and drugged. the only interaction wes really has is with germans that don’t speak english, and percy - so really just percy. like stockholm syndrome sorta-ish, except wes is definitely, extremely wary of him.

the doctor has taken an interest in him and finds him enjoyable to “study”, but more importantly thinks he can still use him and maybe harry to his own benefit, aka mess with nazi plans somehow. he’s a great doctor and good at running the field hospital - not so much good at being a nazi.

i feel horrible just thinking about it but what if evil!percy ends up killing paddy? that’s one way to ensure your status as a villain - kill the kindly, sagely scottish dude. i have no idea how that would even work... prolly paddy’s a sniper that spies wes and harry as prisoners in the field hospital, but before he can regroup with his men to set up a rescue he’s caught or shot. injured or not, he’s captured as well, initially brought to percy when he’s questioning wes and harry at some point so the two are aware of him.

idk how that plays out, but he wouldn’t be killed immediately. and it’d definitely be the last straw for wes before he’s absolutely done with percy.

despite being a wehrmacht officer percy doesn’t agree with his boss’ ideology, aka nazism. but to maintain his job/rank/station, which he thoroughly enjoys, he has to play the part of the agreeable subordinate. which he isn’t, since he’s all about seditious acts in his free time, but he keeps up the facade.

basically his priorities are ranked: (1) immediate patients and staff. (2) other’s lives, enemy or not. (3) maintain his position as an officer in order to fulfill #1. (4) cause trouble for nazis in a way that doesn’t cost lives (to fulfill #2), without exposing himself (to fulfill #3).

nowhere in his priorities is any nazi/nationalistic bs, cus he’s a scientifically-minded doctor, and none of it makes a lick of scientific sense. people are people, and people are to be helped equally, regardless of lineage/sexuality/etc.

he’d have had to take the hitler oath at some point to serve or continue serving. it likely meant nothing to him; just another formality of staying in military service, since the alternative was p much execution. is an oath really an oath if there’s no option other to take it, beside dying? especially if the person is either agnostic or atheist, so the concept of swearing to a divine power means nothing?

or maybe he charmed his way out of it but is in the books as having taken it. suave doctor.

how would percy go about sedition while staying undetected and costing as few lives as possible? idk. but generally, it's likely stuff like bribery or blackmail, or making it so other’s plans go awry. little things that don’t seem like they’d add up to much, but could end up causing quite a change in the long run. the butterfly effect, but instead of a butterfly it’s a manipulative swiss-german military doctor that would rather not have complete idiots in charge, and instead of a hurricane it’s like. a series of inconveniences to the nazi’s overall war efforts.

that makes him sound too good though, he’s supposed to be evil... his mindset is good, that’s what it is. his overarching goal is to help his patients and stop needless loss of life - but to do so he’s willing to utterly ruin or destroy whoever he must to attain that goal, without a lick of remorse. hero’s become villains when achieving a goal outweighs maintaining a moral code - percy’s on the edge of that balancing act just by his nature, i think.

so what if he caused a small town to be destroyed by the intel he had altered via anonymous blackmail? civilian lives were lost, sure, but if the wehrmacht had attacked and captured the actual coordinates, they’d have a supply route advantage and be able to turn the tide in their favor, costing significantly more lives, civilian or otherwise, in the long run. he’ll gladly personally send a few hundred innocents to death now to potentially save tens of thousands later.

#percival hewlett #wesley peche #harold hawthorne #donc-desole ocs

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letswritefuriously · 5 years

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Cain and Abele

First short story post! Yay!

This isn’t the original version. I had to edit it to make it under 1000 words (ugh word limits) so it doesn’t have everything I originally wanted it to have). ALL FEEDBACK, POSITIVITY OR CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME! (However I’d appreciate it if you aren’t straight up rude).

(ALSO PLEASE REBLOG NOT JUST LIKE BECAUSE OTHERWISE NOBODY WILL SEE IT BECAUSE I’M TERRIBLE AT TAGGING AND I HAVE ONE FOLLOWER (HEART EYES))

Warnings: Character death, alternate universe, siblings, disease, fantasy worlds.

(idk this might need a trigger warning? I’m not sure what exactly needs trigger warnings so if it did require one, I’M SO SORRY!)

Cain and Abele

My sister doesn’t run here anymore. She never will. Never again.

My feet are hanging in cool water. Mist fills the air, and the sound of water leaving this pool and crashing into the next, like a dead girl ready for the afterlife, fills my ears. If I breathed through my ears, I would be suffocated by it. It’s all I can hear. Or is that the pounding of my heart?

It seems strange, that it was only last night that Mother broke the news. The bomb that dropped onto the table, the splinters and shards of a plan that had driven into my face and eyes, my heart?

“It makes sense.” I told them. My family. The strangers, perhaps. “Abele needs to go. She needs treatment. But... I can’t.”

Her coughs had been getting worse for weeks. The doctor had confirmed it; her skin and eyes and hair would soon turn grey, and then...

They didn’t understand. It wasn’t them, in my position.

Family stays together, they said.

They’re wrong. Family won’t stay together if one member is dead.

They could ease her pain. But they couldn’t save her.

Nobody could.

That wasn’t good enough for me. But then again, I’m not the one who matters here. I’ve never have been, and I never will be.

I wanted to go with them. But I had to stay here.

I wasn’t strong enough to go, anyway. Watching her die would kill me, too.

Abele hurt me more than their decision, though. She agreed with them. Wanted to trap me with her. I didn’t understand. I wasn’t stopping anyone.

My heart clenched. She was going to die. My little sister was going to die. And I couldn’t stop it.

I could only watch her waste away.

So did I want to be there to see it? Hell no.

“You’re my little sister!” I whisper-raged, standing in front of her door. It hung just open, so I could see a slip of warm light, and three stuffed animals. Despite her claims, she hadn’t grown out of them. Or perhaps it was just the terror of the inevitable death that was creeping slowly closer that kept them near. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“You’re my big sister, Cain!” So small, but so strong. “You’re supposed to protect me!”

I’m trying. Can’t she see I’m trying?

“Never mind. I have to study. While I still can.”

Walking away, I heard her murmur “...Not the one who’s running out of time.”

Colette was walking just ahead of us, when she stopped. “Abele’s medications are at home.” She turned to me. “Don’t get in the water until I’m there. Understand?”

If she hadn’t said that, we’d have been swimming instead. Then everything would’ve been alright.

But I agreed, and Abele and I continued up the road. It wasn’t long until Kahli’s falls came into view. The giant stone face, with the falls running down her face like tears.

It was past midnight that sleep took me. When I woke up, my face in the desk, I was terrified.

I’d spent all night, staring at calculations, unable to understand them.

Tick.

Tock.

Nothing.

I had no answers, only uselessness. Useless meant poverty. In this world, if you didn’t have something to offer, you were worse than dirt.

And dirt belongs in the street.

So I needed to study. I needed to useful. To know the answers.

But study couldn’t happen on the road. Study couldn’t happen if I was travelling to the city the day my tests were.

If I missed them, there was no second chance.

If I missed them, I was destined to join the dirt in the street.

The test was coming. Was I ready?

Tick. Tock.

Nothing.

Abele soared past, laughing.

“Careful!” I called, but she ignored me.

“Have some fun!” She sang.

Fun? Did I know what fun was, when she was incurable, and any day could be a turn for the worse?

When today could be a turn for the worse? How soon would that cough turn into a rasp?

Was it stress from homework? Emotions from my argument?

Or maybe, it was a message from the Gods.

The dream came in pieces, like shrapnel from a bomb.

Kahli’s falls. The face of the rock, crying forever.

The pool at the top.

Me, my feet dangling in the water.

Abele, laughing with delight as she flew over the rocks.

Calling out to her. Knowing the result.

The turn.

The slip.

The fall.

The awful sound, ringing across the water.

Crack.

The coldness of it. I didn’t feel.

When Colette had suggested we go to Kahli’s falls this morning, I died a little.

We were at the falls. Just like the dream. Abele skipped away, and some part of me wanted to stop her.

But I didn’t.

Why? Why can’t I tell my sister to stop?

If I had a dream, then it’s the right thing to do... right? Maybe it was a message from the Gods.

Maybe it wasn’t.

It was logical. I needed to be free of Abele – I needed to have my own life-

But Abele laughed from across the water, and I wasn’t sure.

Do-

It-

Now-

I opened my mouth. The words were there.

Do-

It-

Now!

But nothing came out. Abele. Abele. My baby sister. A sob choked out of my throat.

I convulsed, and my foot nudged a rock.

It rolled forward.

Rocked.

Tumbled.

The crash was loud. Loud enough to alert Abele.

She kept on running.

I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when I realised. I was screaming.

Abele turned.

Fell. I flinched away before I could see it, but I heard it.

And it was worse. Worse than anything I could imagine.

Crack.

This can’t be happening.

I’m still sitting down when Colette comes. I can’t move.

I wasn’t prepared for Colette’s scream.

So, no.

My sister doesn’t run here anymore.

She never will.

Never again.

Thanks for reading my story! If you liked it, please follow me, nobody has and I feel like nobody will ever read my writing. I put a lot of effort into this, I hope you like it! Feedback and constructive criticism appreciated!

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an-aviary-far-from-home · 5 years

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21 Questions

I was tagged by @peptalkz thank yoooooooooou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

rules– answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better

nickname(s): i never had a nickname before but now i’m called sapo sajdsaj (which translates to frog)

zodiac sign: scorpio

height: 4′11??? 152 cm???? around that

last movie I saw: docs probably don’t count so i think the last movie i saw was uhhhh wall-e and i took me A LOT not to cry hehe

last thing I googled: portuguese legends (for research and i don’t know a whole lot of them that don’t involve religion i wanted to look up really really old ones)

favourite musician: the robert man™ probably tho,,,,,,, i have a lot of them but since i’ve loved him since a kid im gonna pick him

song stuck in my head: river man by david sylvian

other blogs: i don’t have any other blogs i lost my former one in uhhh 2016 i think

following: 2370

followers: 488

do I get asks: yeah from time to time usually when i do ask games i used to get more when i was more active on here now i barely go on here i just check shit out for 5 minutes

amount of sleep: it can go from like 12 hours to like 2 depends but today i must’ve slept until uhhh midday

lucky numbers: hmmm 8 or 6!!!

what I’m wearing: pajamas a bitch likes being comfy

dream job: animator!!!!!! or director!!!!!!! basically make cartoons but if i could make my own projects that’d be wonderful

dream trip: scotland or peru

favourite food: bacalhau à bras i have no idea how to translate that but it’s basically codfish with a bunch of stuff on it AND,,,,,,, duck rice??? arroz de pato??? thats probably the translation

instruments played: i used to play a little guitar when i was younger but EXTREMELY basic stuff now i just like singing i’m not great but you know keeps me happy

languages: portuguese, english, spanish and i can work around french (kinda) i learned it at school but completely forgot i can read it p well tho it’s listening that’s a little more difficult and writing probably

favourite songs: red guitar by david sylvian, hidden place by bjork, inbetween days, the catterpillar and dressing up by the cure, cherry coloured funk or pandora by cocteau twins and idk a bunch tbh

random fact: i used to do gymnastics since i was like 5 and do competitions but then i quit when i was 13 and doing the splits hurts now fjskbdfgskjdegw everything involving flexibility i can’t do anymore but doing stuff i used to do in tumbling i can still do which is p fun to do from time to time!!! i think i have a photo of me and my friends on the local paper still from like 2010??? 2011??

aesthetic: honestly i have no idea i can go from goth witch to mountain man in a day so choose which one

tag 21 idk if anyone’s really interested in doing this oof i’ve been barely checking stuff out here so i’ll tag people from when i was more active bc i have no idea what’s goin on sdfj you don’t need to do it if you don’t want to tho!!!

@eightiesfeverdream @kpoccobku @pinkorangeredpug @pavlovers @turikuusaiku

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broadwaycantdie · 5 years

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Snowboarding / Skiing - Newsies Month: Holiday Edition . Day 21

a/n: ive never been snowboarding so idk what im talking about lmao

tagged: @newnewsieprice

warnings: none // i’m dumb // lists

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Race is dating Albert.

Albert loves to snowboard.

Race is bad at everything.

He gets hurt a lot.

Here is all the ways he got hurt in the snow.

His first time trying to snowboard he fell face first in the snow and couldn’t get up cause the board. He almost suffocated but Albert got him out.

One time when he was skiing he went to put his ski pole in the snow and smashed the needle in his foot.

He fell off the ski lift and broke his leg.

He fell off the ski lift again but didn’t break anything.

He’s fallen off the ski lift so many times they don’t let him go on it anymore.

He tried to do a jump trick while snowboarding down the second biggest hill and tumbled down the mountain like a snowball. He somehow didn’t get majorly hurt.

He broke his nose hitting himself in the face with a ski pole.

He twisted his ankle making a sharp turn around a tree.

He got a bloody nose from being outside too long in the snow. That happens too many times too count.

He had to get staples after crashing headfirst into a tree in the middle of a path.

Albert pushed him down a hill and he hit a rock. Albert made it all better that night tho, don’t worry.

He broke his arm carrying his board to the resort. Albert can’t even comprehend how.

He dislocated his shoulder when he began to fall off a mountain and on his way down grabbed a tree to stop his fall.

He hit himself in the head with his skis—the ones attached to his feet—while trying to do a handstand in skis to win a bet. He lost.

There’s too many more to list.

Race gets hurt a lot.

Times Albert got hurt snowboarding:

...

Albert is smart.

He doesn’t get hurt.

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catfishmaster · 6 years

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tagged by @cyanidekyanite. thanks friend

tagging: whoever, idk who to tag bc idk who’s already been tagged. i could have been tagged before and not known it bc tumblr sure as hell isn’t telling me if i’ve been tagged in posts. thanks a lot tumble

Have you ever been in love? I thought so at the time, but nah.

Who is your favourite artist? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh @aseraphfell and @nastyfaace are my favourite artists

What is your favourite musical genre? this is hard to pick. i like all kinds of music really, like my taste is pretty mixed its just like. a bunch of different artists and individual songs i enjoy. my favourite band is metric so… whatever fucking genre that is is probably my favourite

Have you ever had a pen-pal? on the internet yeah. like, we’d talk exclusively in long six paragraph messages and we’d talk about books and stuff. but other than that, nah

Are you single or in a relationship? single

What colour are your eyes? brown

What is your favourite word? none that i can think of. cataclysm is a good one

Do you play any instruments? none really. i had piano and guitar lessons when i was a kid but i dropped them pretty soon after

What is your favourite colour? purple.

Do you have any nicknames? catfish is a nickname i guess. fish, terrie uh. none other than that

What is your favourite flower? buttercups

What qualities do you find attractive in a person? i like girls who are tough and boys who are sweet. generally just kindness and bravery really that’s pretty universal. and dimples.

Do you have any pets? a cat and a dog

Have you ever traveled outside of your home country? yeah, i went to vietnam when i was fourteen.

What language(s) do you speak? english

Who was your first crush? uh. i had a crush on my best friend in grade one even if it’s taken me ten years to realise that. for fictional um… can’t think of one. dawn from pokemon i guess

Do you wear glasses? nope

What is your favourite pastry? danishes are my favourite i think

Do you prefer swimming in a pool or the ocean? pool. i always nearly drown in the ocean. though like, further out into the ocean is nice. just not the beach

Bright, dark, or pastel colours? dark bc i’m emo

What is your favourite social media app? tumblr I GUESS

What is your sexuality? bi and ready to die

Do you have any siblings? yeah

What is your favourite scent? food. freshly baked apple pie for specifics.

Where do you want to travel to? wherever my friends are tbh. i want to visit people.

What is your favourite film? Heathers, Batman: Under the Red Hood and Spirited Away are all tied for that place.

Who do people say you look like? my father. james from the end of the fucking world. i was told i looked like L once. basically creepy pale white kids.

Who is your best friend? i have a few best friends

What is your dream job? actor. comic writer would be pretty satisfying too. mostly bc current DC writers make me want to SCREAM

Do you know how to drive? i know how to drive myself into a lake. probably

Who is/was your favourite teacher? i really liked all of my drama teachers. bianca and natalie in particular. i also liked my year nine humanaties teacher a lot too bc he was a cryptid whose teaching style was like “Today we’re learning about Mao. Did you know I once fistfought him in a Denny’s parking lot? It’s an interesting story, it was in 1954 and”

Are you a feminist? yes

What is your zodiac sign? capricorn honk honk

Do you enjoy reading? yeah but i often struggle to find the energy and focus to continue doing it. it’s something i need to get better at. i’m currently midway through good omens

Do you have any hidden talents? i think i’m good at reading people and telling when people are lying. also singing, i guess? but i don’t do that anymore. idk i’m kind of a talentless hack.

Have you ever dyed your hair? nope

What is your favourite thing in your bedroom? my bed bc i sleep in it

What is your biggest fear? having to let go of the people around me. which is a pretty selfish fear but eh. also this is pretty Edgy but i scare myself sometimes

Can you whistle? yep

Do you make your bed every day? nah, too depressed for that bs /dabs

Do you have any tattoos or piercings? nope

Have you ever been on a roller coaster? i have, when i was little. i thought it was a pretty lax one at the time but it was apparently really intense. i was always fucking terrified of roller coasters but i want to try to go now that i’m older

Surfing or skateboarding? surfing bc i’ve done that

Are you a dog or a cat person? probably leaning closer to dogs but i love both.

What is your favourite animal? owls are good feathery friends with big ol eyes.

What time do you typically go to bed and wake up? 2am and anywhere between 7am and 1pm

What is your favourite memory? this is always really specific and i never really have an answer for it. idk, memories are memories. i have a few happy ones but they’re personal.

How tall are you? 5′11. i might be taller though, i haven’t checked in a while.

What is the best gift you’ve ever received? my cat of course.

Do you have a garden? i did but then it all died because my entire family is impossibly lazy

Do you like bugs? not really. ladybugs are wholesome though. i also really like snails but they’re not bugs they’re just tiny slimy boys

What is your natural hair colour? dark brown.

What is your favourite food and drink? pancakes i think. and vanilla milkshakes are probably my favourite drink though i really like bubble tea and properly made ice tea too so.

Do you want kids? someday, i think. not really sure i’d be good at it but i’d like to.

What is/was your favourite class? drama and production was always my fave. less so theatre studies. i think currently my favourite is screen & media bc i end up doing more actual acting in it than theatre

What colour shirt are you wearing? dark blue.

If you could time travel, what year would you go to and why? there are several people in the past i would kill. hitler, columbus, trump, captain cook, my dad’s legal guardians etc. ancient China and ancient Greece also seems pretty cool i’d like to check that out

What is your skin colour? white. i’m pretty pale

Hugs or kisses? both is good i like affection even if i rarely know how to deal with it

Have you ever drunk alcohol? yeah. with my friends though, never alone. and not often

Have you ever done drugs? i’ve smoked weed once. it was interesting

Netflix or youtube? uh. both. though i use youtube more nowadays but not as much as i used to so.

Ice cream or frozen yoghurt? ice creams

Succulents or flowers? succulents

#personal

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