i will do anything for you, my love: shuri x black fem! reader
warnings: implied death/murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of blood, scars and bruises
translations: isithandwa- darling | ndikuthanda kakhulu- i love you so much
authors note: i’m not gonna lie yall i don’t know what i was thinking when i thought of this but here…pleasedontjumpme 😋 feedback is always welcome and appreciated
when shuri and the rest of the warriors returned from the battle with namor you were expecting some kind of triumphant entrance. however solemn faces and a decimated head count was what you were met with.
shuri didn’t even come to find you upon your return instead she was taken straight to the medical unit to treat her wounds. instead, the first person in your arms was riri—
the student let all of her weight rest in your grasp as you practically held her upright. you held her close to you with your hand rubbing on her back soothingly for a moment. her heart was racing a mile a minute all while her body remain sluggish. you held your friend in your arms as she was practically dead weight in your embrace. for a moment you didn't speak in case she wanted to be the first one to talk. however, when riri remained silent you asked cautiously, "are you alright?" riri nodded weakly and rasped out, "a lil beat up but yeah im straight." before you could even ask about her, riri answered for you, "shuri getting treated upstairs. she got banged up like the rest of us but she told me to tell you she ain't want you around yet."
you deflated at your girlfriend's request but you knew that she tended to want her space when she was injured, not wanting you to see her in a physically vulnerable state. in most cases you would be quick to disobey shuri's orders but something in your gut told you to just leave her be. carefully you helped riri to her room so she could lay down and let her body rest. when you tried to leave her room she stopped you, "wait...don't leave. please. ion wanna be alone right now." so you sat beside riri on her bed and made yourself comfortable before asking, "do you want to talk about anything?"
it was evident from the look on her face that the wheels were turning in her head and she wanted to say something. you added on kindly, "this will stay between you and me. i promise." riri looked at you cautiously and you placed a hand over hers, "you can trust me, always." that was all it took for riri to start talking about everything she just experienced.
"i'm worried about shuri bro. we was together for a little but up on that ship but then she went off and was doing her own thing with namor. then she come back but i ain't even realize cuz i was tryna fight off them blue people from above right? then all the sudden i see all them blue people retreating and saying it's over n nakia calling me back to the ship. i ain’t even see namor or namora or that big dude that be with her too. they all was just…gone. " your brows remained furrowed and a deep crease formed on your forehead as you carefully asked, "do you think she..." riri answered immediately, "ion know man. it's possible but it's shuri, she wouldn't do that kinda thing....but since i seen her she been acting like really happy. at first i thought it was the adrenaline rush but nah it's sumn different." you remained silent and riri added sleepily, "just keep an eye on her cuz she acting...off."
from the very beginning of your relationship shuri promised you that she would do anything to protect you. for the most part it was having a dora or two by your side at all times. but after shuri lost her mother and her brother she became increasingly overprotective. of course she didn't control your every movement, what you did, or who you talked to. instead she kept her eyes on everyone around you, through herself and other security detail within the palace walls.
everything was relatively okay until you got kidnapped by namora and attuma three weeks after the attack on wakanda. you were on the river's edge while visiting your childhood home. you thought it would be safer for you to stay away from the city for a bit and shuri agreed as well. this was a trip you had made time and time again alone for years. after a day shuri decided that for her own piece of mind she would send for a few dora to protect you on the off chance namor knew where you were. unfortunately, you were captured right before the dora reached you. you fought with all your strength to get away from namora and attuma but it was to no resolve. one moment you were almost out of their grasp, and the next you were being held in talokan in a room alone.
when shuri found out she was prepared to find namor and kill him on the spot. with the strength of the panther it was nearly impossible to calm her down but okoye got through to her eventually. you were rescued once more by nakia with the help of okoye and aneka. the three women were finally able to get you after a week of you being in talokan alone. most of your injuries were self inflicted as a result of trying to escape over and over again. they were mostly bruises on your hands and small scrapes on your knees from falling. with the exception of the cut on your temple earned from namor, and the scar from namora. both marks earned from you trying to attack them when you thought they weren't expecting it.
once you were back in wakanda and in shuri's arms she swore to you that she would ensure it would never happen again. you weren't sure what that promise entailed but you never thought for a moment that it alluded to shuri killing someone.
you nodded silently and stayed with riri until she completely dozed off which only took a few more minutes. just as you exited the bedroom, a palace worker found you, "the queen requests your presence miss y/l/n." you followed the worker quietly while your thoughts ran wild and your heart pounded so loud you were sure the worker could hear it too. he stopped in front of shuri's chamber door and opened the door for you. when you stepped in you saw shuri standing in the center of her room looking out her window.
in a gentle voice you called out, "shuri? shouldn't you be resting my love?" shuri turned around slowly and you saw a small smile on her lips. it was not the one that she usually wore when she saw you, this one was different but you couldn't put your finger on why. the queen walked over to you with a slight limp, "isithandwa, please i am better than ever." her words were probably the biggest contradiction you'd heard in a long time. dark circles and heavy bags hung under her eyes while her cheeks were slightly sunken in compared to months before. the love and joy that used to make her eyes sparkle was replaced with something dark, something you couldn't even recognize.
shuri noticed the look on your face and held out her hand for you to take. shakily you reached for her hand just to notice the dried blood under her fingernails, around her cuticles, and in the grooves of the prints on her fingers. it was clear that there were multiple attempts to get it off of her hands, but there were still residual stains on her skin. her touch was gentle as she guided you beside her, facing the window once more. shuri stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist then placing a kiss on your shoulder, then neck, jaw, and cheek. under different circumstances you would enjoy this moment but unkind chills ran down your spine at the feeling instead.
the view from the window overlooked the entire city, the sun was starting to set which dyed the entire sky hues of tangerine and gold. shuri sighed and told you with a deep voice, "ndikuthanda kakhulu." you swallowed thickly and answered, "i love you too."
once again you began to get lost in your thoughts of the conversation you shared with riri only moments before. the concern in her voice and the gut feeling she had that something was wrong now settled in your own mind and body. a soft caress against your bare bicep pulled you from your thoughts as shuri told you with a hint of pride in her voice, "i have a gift for you."
you weren't fond of receiving gifts without warning since you also liked to give when you received. shuri was well aware of this and respected it but every so often she would surprise you with something as a token of her love. curiously you hummed, "hmm?" the queen walked you to her vanity and let you sit on the bench in front of the mirror. there was a twinge of excitement in her voice as she told you, "close your eyes first." you followed her instructions without question, as this was something that she often said when giving you gifts.
there was a small jangling sound of metal then you felt a weight against your collarbone. whatever it was, was soft like some kind of hair or fur. your eyes fluttered open and you looked at your reflection in the mirror. shuri smiled in her own twisted form of satisfaction as she fastened the necklace around your neck. she looked down at your reflection and placed her hands on your shoulders. shuri pressed a kiss to your temple and said, “let this be a reminder that i will do anything for you, my love.” you winced slightly when her lips touched your skin, the scar the submariner left you with was still healing despite all shuri had done to speed up the process.
your nerves started to fade slowly as this interaction felt the most genuine and normal. you smiled softly and leaned into her touch, replying, “thank you darling. i love you.” shuri told you warmly with that same smile, "i will be back, i need to check on the others." you knew there was no point in trying to get her to rest as she would insist that 'a good queen takes care of her people before herself'.
she left her chamber leaving you alone and you waited until the door was completely closed before pulling off the necklace. you turned the feathered pendant over in your hands at least three times as you tried to figure out what the hell it was. a pointed triangular object hung next to a small orange and white piece hung next to it, slightly curled up, presumably dried out.
it looked somewhat familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it until you brushed your nose with your finger to stop a sneeze. the smell of salt water and iron filled your nose and everything around you seemed to freeze. your blood ran cold as you slowly held the pendant out in front of you then tilted it vertically. the sound of your heart racing in your chest echoed throughout your ears and your hands shook in horror.
memories of shuri promising you she’d do anything to protect you, that she’d burn the world for you all came back. the memory of riri telling you "it's shuri, she wouldn't do that kind of thing” when you asked what happened during the battle with Talokan came rushing back. the blood in the grooves of shuri’s fingerprints flashed through your mind.
looking at the necklace in between your fingers you saw the familiar shark teeth that resembled the ones that belonged on the hammerhead skull attuma wore on his head. the orange and white that was identical to the lion fish spines on namora’s collar. your fingers froze when you recognized the feathered tips that originally belonged on namor’s ankles. everything came rushing back as you recalled the look on shuri's face when she found out namor, attuma, and namora were most responsible for your capture and more obvious injuries. how your girlfriend promised you with utmost sincerity that they would never lay a finger on your again.
your breath hitched in your throat and your stomach lurched at the thought. with shaking fingers the pendant fell to the floor as you clasped a hand over your mouth in absolute fear and shock.
‘it’s shuri, she wouldn’t do that kind of thing’ oh but she did.
mann idk but i have an unhealthy addiction to angst… Its just something about the mc dying gives it like extra drama. n i cant ever find good ones dude like BRING OUT THE SHURI ANGST BROO
OKAY SO I GOT THIS REQUEST — former!ellie x reader, current!abby x reader; based on the song Left For Dead by Kiki Rockwell, specifically the part “my lover left me for dead, my pretty little body keeps the wolves fed.” The lover being Ellie and the wolves (obviously) being Abby😫 just a bunch of angst and smut (if possible😗). Where Ellie chooses Dina over r in a life or death situation and like Abby (coincidentally) finds R half dead from other humans and takes her back to her hideout or whatever and like nurses her back to health:) sorry it’s so long and it’s fine if you don’t want to, can just ignore this🫶🏼 luv u and your writing!!
a/n: Took me a long time to pick this one up, but here we go!
𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 || 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧
Inspo: Jacob Banks - Devil That I Know
Kiki Rockwell - Left For Dead
Max Richter - The Young Mariner
Pairing: Abby Anderson x Black!Fem!reader
Summary: Left for dead with a heart of love...
Warnings: Angsty as fuck with a large bit of torture
Part Two - Finale
Words: 4858
Ragged breaths filled the air of the small janitor’s closet. The surface of the workbench and small shelves holding cleaning chemicals are covered in dust. Dirty old rags on the ground. Some left previously, and new ones that had crimson seeped into the fabric. Pieces of medical tape were ripped and discarded along with the garments that had been torn to fashion some sort of bandage.
Your mouth was gagged by your shirt and jacket you bit down on. The soft cold breeze inside the room sent chills down your exposed stomach as you pressed the fabric from your shirt against the bullet wound. A groan fell from your lips as you ran a stripe of tape over the fabric, feeling extra pressure causing white hot pain to flash behind your eyes.
Pants fell from your lips as you released the articles of clothing from your mouth. A speckle of spit left on your lips as you blinked tiredly. “Fucking, Wolves.” Your soft hiss slipped from your lips as you grabbed your gun from beside you. Carefully, you sit up near the door and press your ear to the wood.
It’d only been minutes ago that you had been chased down. Left for dead by your now ex-girlfriend and friend, who you weren’t even sure made it out. If they did and if you made it out of here, you were going to kill them, literally. After saving their asses countless times back in Jackson, this is how they were going to repay you? Oh, yeah, you’re going to fucking gut the two of them.
But that would be the last thing you ever did as footsteps approached the closet. And before you could even respond, the door swung open. Light projected into the room, blinding you as you raised a hand to try and allow your eyes to adjust.
“I found the demon!” The person called as your brows furrowed together.
You crawled back, lifting your gun and aiming at the large figure before gunshots filled the air. The air lost in your lungs was regained with your gasping when seeing the Seraphites body thud against the ground. You kept to the corner of the room as a full-on firefight took place beyond the doorway. But with your mind still in a daze from your wound, you weren’t to put up a fight. Needing more rest than anything else.
It took a while but the gunfire soon seized to exist. Incoherent yells were heard outside as you blinked tiredly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you held your stomach. Footsteps approached, then stopped. “Manny, Mel, we have an outsider!”
Still, in a slight daze, you lifted your head. Your eyes shot wide as saucers as you made eye contact with her, Abby. The entire reason for you being out here and following Ellie to Seattle. Hell, in a way, Abby was the reason why she was bleeding to death in this janitor’s closet alone.
Two other figures, Mel and Manny you guessed came behind Abby. “You know the orders, Abs,” Manny stated, sending a knowing look to the muscular girl.
Their knowledgeable conversation left a horrible dread in your stomach. But you knew that if you put up a fight, you died. Even if you didn’t they would kill you nonetheless. And either way, you hadn’t killed someone before. You were out here to keep Dina and Ellie alive with your medical skills, not kill anyone.
So, it piqued the trio’s interest when you slid your gun their way. Staring down at the Baretta before back at you, finding you shaking your head. “Kill me if you have to,” you breathed. “I’ll put up less of a fight than Joel and Tommy did.”
With the mere mention of the two men, one she killed, Abby felt her chest tighten. “You’re from Jackson?” Abby asked, coming over and dropping to a knee beside you.
A shaky laugh fell from your lips. “Born and raised,” you said half-heartedly. “I shouldn’t even fuckin’ be here right now. Goddamnit, Ellie.” You muttered aloud, feeling Abby carefully lift the hem of your shirt to see your wound.
The bandage you had crafted had done very little to stop the blood flow. It caught a decent amount, restraining the slash of the blade performed by one of the cult members you ran into, but it wasn’t enough to hold everything else in. The cotton had become so damp that your blood began to slither past the bandage and down soaking into your pants and down your waistline.
“Is there anyone else with you?” Mel asked, coming to join your side, shrugging off her backpack and beginning to take out a medical kit.
Manny, who seemed confused by the two girls helping you, said, “Guys, Issac told us to deal with any Outsiders if we encounter them-”
“Manny, shut up for a second, alright?” Abby interjected, silencing him. He pursed his lips, turning towards the door to keep watch.
“There were people with me, but they left me for dead,” you answered the doctor’s question. “I thought I killed one of your people, but I don’t even know who the fuck is out there. I mean, I can’t kill anyone - I’ve never killed anyone - and it was just in the heat of the moment and I- I-”
Your rambling was stopped by Abby, who placed a hand on your shoulder. The touch made you flinch away, mind still conscious of the fact that this was the same girl that killed your mentor. A man who had cared for you and saved your life a handful of times. And you should be exacting the revenge you sought out here to do. To get payback, but truthfully, you were more inclined to not do it in spite of Ellie.
But you knew Joel wouldn’t you risking your life for something he caused to save Ellie. Unlike your ex, you weren’t clouded in rage. Sure, you were angry that you lost someone close to you, but that was the way of life. You mourn them and then you have to carry on. Nothing more than that. And Joel would’ve wanted you to have a healthy and careful life.
When Mel began to apply a new bandage, you cried out. Hand flying to Abby’s arm where you held on for dear life. Head thrown back against the wall as your face scrunched up in pain. “There others here, in Seattle,” you told them, trying to distract your mind from the pain surrounding your abdomen. “I don’t know where they are now. But your friend, the guy with the scar across his face and Leah, they’re both dead.”
The trio looked at you, shock evident in their eyes as you stared at them uneasily. “Leah was killed by those cultists and Ellie… she killed the other guy when he had a bag over my head,” you said. “If I could, I would’ve saved him and talked to him civilly. But my girlfriend was more inclined to make fun of him. I’m sorry.”
“What’s your name?” Abby asked, changing the subject purposefully. Although it surprised you, you cleared your throat with a groan.
“Y/n. Y/n Y/L/N,” You answered.
She nodded. “Well, Y/n, we’re going to get you proper medical treatment,” she told you. “Can you walk?”
You pursed your lips in doubt, and she opted to just lift you up, arm under your knees and the other around your lower back. A squeak falls from your lips with your arms wrapping around her neck. Tucking your face in her shoulder to hide the evidence of pain on your face. Abby successfully got you out of the janitor’s closet of a school that Ellie and Dina left you some time ago. Leg’s still aching from the debris that had prevented you from following the pair in a classroom somewhere down the hall. That and the door Ellie had consciously blocked with a desk, leaving you inside with a Clicker.
Stepping outside, you were quick to spot the truck that had a dog inside, sitting and waiting patiently. “Wait. Wait, a sec.” Abby stopped at your request, looking down at you in question. You bit your bottom lip, looking at her and the truck and shaking her head. “If Ellie finds me with you, she’s going to kill us. Maybe you should leave me here or something. I promise you, I’ll be out of Seattle before you know it. I don’t want to be locked up in a cage or killed by-”
“You’re coming with us.” The soft, yet, the unwavering firm tone in Abby’s lips silenced you. Lowering your head as Mel popped open the hitch and helped Abby pull you inside. “Manny, drive us back to the stadium. Mel and I will see how we can help, Y/n.”
“Abby, Issac’s going to kill us for bringing an outsider back-”
“Manny, just fucking drive,” Abby ordered. “At most, he’ll question her about the people that she was with.” The Hispanic man pursed his lips, cursing quietly before hopping into the truck and starting it. Leaving Abby to close the hatch and crouch by your side with Mel on the opposite side.
Retrieving items from her bag, Mel pulled out a set of bandages. “I’m just gonna replace the one you made so we can stop you from losing any more blood,” she explained. “When we get back to the base, I’ll clean the wound and stitch you up.”
Although the idea sounded great, you shook your head. “We need to disinfect it now,” you told her. “In my pack are a few bottles of Vodka. We can use that as an antiseptic until we get to your base.”
“You’re a doctor?” Mel inquired, eyes slightly widened in surprise.
You nodded. “Learned enough to know how to patch me or others up,” you explained. “Father taught me.”
Grabbing your bag, Mel grabbed one of the bottles you spoke of and took off the lid. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.”
“Oh, I know,” you chuckled, teeth slightly gritting in anticipation. “Let’s just get it over with.”
There seemed to be a pause where you built up the preparation in your mind and Mel tried to find confidence in doing the action. But those milliseconds didn’t carry on for too long before you were screaming in agony. Head slamming against the truck bed, nails creating crescent moons in your palm. You hadn’t even realized the sudden flailing of your arms and legs.
“Abby, hold her down!” The taller girl did as told, placing her hands firmly on your shoulders as you cried. When the stream of the intoxicating liquid seized, you were painted on the pale side of the visual. Mel quickly worked to bandage the wound and Abby tried to keep you at ease and not throw up anywhere or pass out.
Which was fruitless when you let out a sigh before your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion. Abby clenched her teeth as she sat on the side benches along the edge of the truck bed. “Her body is just tired and in pain, Abs,” Mel stated. “But you need to know that Manny is right. Once I patch her up, Issac is just going to put her in a cage and torture her for information.”
“I know.” Abby ran a hand down her face, unable to retract her gaze from your sleeping features. So at peace and finally calm after all the bullshit you had been through. Truthfully, she had no reason to believe you and she didn’t, but she did believe you when you said you shouldn’t be out here. You were smaller in frame and height than Mel. Standing at full height, you were around Abby’s bicep and you didn’t have any defining muscle on you that screamed power in any fight. And that fact that you hadn’t killed anyone and were out here chasing after her showed that you were mentally strong. She just didn’t know if that would be able to carry on when Issac got his hands on you.
A groan shook at the back of your throat as you stirred awake. Face wincing in pain as your body ached and wished for you to rest for longer. Attempting to move your arms resulted in the harsh burn of something around your wrists. Eyes flickering open to find yourself in the center of a poorly lit room. An old fashion torch lamp was set on a few crates near a window that was blocked out by the sun by some white curtains.
Looking down at herself, she found herself in her old pair of dirty jeans with the same shirt on. But her wrists and ankles were tied together. Restrained to a chair with the harsh burn of rope being her reminder of defiance.
“Ah, good. You’re awake.” You watched with fearful eyes as the man stepped inside with a bottle of water. Shutting the door behind him and locking it before making his way over. Grabbing a discarded chair and dragging it towards you. The sound of the hind legs scratching across the ground made you wince. Sitting in the chair opposite of you, the man took a seat and smiled. “Now, we can talk about why you’re in my city.”
Issac. That was who you guessed this guy to be. He didn’t seem like some middle-class wolf taking orders from a higher power. He maintained a level of intimidation that came off as something natural. The way he talked, walked and even looked. Nothing got past this man without his say-so. And telling by how he seemed already annoyed told you that you were suspect number one for some of his troops roaming the city were dying.
Sloshing the water bottle around in front of him, he silently held it toward you. Looking between the bottle and the man, you let out a strangled sigh through your nose and nodded. Twisting the cap off, he held the open end to your lips and tilted it back enough for you to take a sip. Parting when you felt the dryness of your throat subside.
“Now, tell me where you’re from, who you’re with and how many of you there are,” Issac said in his gruff voice. “If you don’t, I’ll make this helluva lot worse for you.”
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you let out a slow controlled breath. “I’m from Jackson,” you started. “Came here by myself when I ran away from home-”
A loud laugh fell from Issac’s lips as he shook his head, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. His dark eyes never strayed from your own. “Do I need to bring in my three soldiers that saved your life and ask them what you told them?” He asked, leaning his arms on his knees. “Or am I going to have to force the truth out of you?”
“I am telling you- MOTHERFUCKER!” You groaned eyes clamped shut at the feeling of a blade stabbed into your thigh. If he had stabbed any higher, he might’ve hit your femoral artery, but this would be easy to patch up. Of course, that’s if you survived past Issac’s torture.
“Y/n.” The use of your name on the man’s tongue was vile. It left a shiver running down your body as your eyes opened to find the man staring at your pained expression intently. “Your girlfriend left you for dead, right?” You let out a shaky exhale, tears brimming in your eyes with your lips pursing. The man frowned, shaking his head slightly as he asked, “So, why the fuck are you protecting her?”
Your lips wobbled, eyes flickering shut with your hands clenching. Breaths began to be choked up as you shook your head. Letting out a quiet cry at the thought of the auburn-haired girl. The girl that saved you from Clickers on a patrol run. The girl that had promised to keep you safe and one day, have a family with you.
Where was that now?
Where was she?
Hadn’t you risked enough coming out here with her and Dina? You lied to your father and left Jackson, your home. You’d given every waking moment of your time to this girl for the past 5 years, and this was how you were repaid. Being tortured for actions that you hadn’t condoned or acted upon. All you wanted was to keep her safe, but she must’ve not wanted the same as you.
With tear-soaked cheeks, you lifted your chin and shook your head. “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” you wept. “I came here alone and sought out Abby for killing-”
Your scream was muffled by the door that was dividing Abby from you. Her face scrunched up in aggravation. How could you be so loyal to someone who left you for dead? She couldn’t wrap her head around it because you shouldn’t be putting yourself in your girlfriend's place. Issac had promised Abby that he would allow you to rest before eventually sending you on your way, but that had been if you would tell the truth. Yet, you were putting up a useless fight for someone who wasn’t coming to save you.
Tears streamed down your cheeks as Issac coursed the knife down your forearm. Red breaching through the crack of your flesh and staining your pale flesh. Body trembling in the hot restraints of the rope that strained against your clenching limbs. Feeling the mounting pain to fizzle to a gentle stream of stinging when Issac pulled the blade from your flesh. Sitting back in his chair to take in your dishevelled and broken figure. From his doing, cuts were inflicted along your arms, legs, and one along your cheek. The blood slithered down your skin and sunk into your clothes. Hair astray from his hands that grabbed locks when he cut your face. And your eyes were bloodshot from the tears that never seized to fall.
“I came here alone,” you said through sobs. “I sought out Abby for killing my mentor.”
Issac sighed, shaking his head in slight astonishment. “You’re resilient, I’ll give ya that.” He rose from his seat, water bottle in hand. “Fighting for someone that isn’t coming to save you. It takes guts and I respect that. Really, I do. But I wonder how long it’ll take until you realize that your girlfriend left you behind- No, keep your eyes open.” The man tapped your cheek, forcing your head up. Finding your eyes hollow of emotion as you stared back at him.
“She isn’t coming to save you, Y/n,” he said quietly. “Whatever you thought of your girlfriend was a lie and you need to realize that before you die for someone who didn’t give a shit about you.” Crouching down in front of you, the man took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “If you tell me the truth, I can guarantee you that your girlfriend will be brought to justice. I’ll make my men go out and find her. From there, you can do as you wish. Kill her, torture her- I don’t care. But I need the truth, Y/n.”
In a drowsy state, you managed to keep eye contact with the man. Licking your dry lips as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I’m from Jackson. I came here alone and sought out Abby for killing my mentor.”
All the man could do was stare at you, shell-shocked. You choked on your breaths, keeping the man’s gaze. A knock at the door grabbed your guys’ attention, seeing the door slightly open with Abby stepping inside. Her eyes focused on your dishevelled and broken form that was barely holding up. Eyes glossed over with tears as you broke the eye contact, bowing your head.
“I’m in the middle of something, Abby,” Issac grumbled. “Whatever you have to say is going to have to wait.”
“Issac, we both know she is going to keep this up until you kill her,” Abby protested. “If you aren’t going to do it, then let her recover. This isn’t getting us anywhere in finding her girlfriend.”
The man stared at you, taking in his soldier's words for a moment. Standing to his feet, placed the knife down on the chair and looked at Abby. “Keep her awake and give her this.” Placing the bottle in the girl’s hands, he walked out without another word. Leaving Abby to hold onto the bottle and stare at your figure that could be mistaken for dead if it wasn’t for your rising chest.
It was sad, honestly. How you could still hold love for someone that left you for dead was astonishing to Abby. Of course, she didn’t know your life story and she didn’t know shit about what you and your girlfriend had been through. But what she did know is that you weren’t made for this. You had skills that people dreamed of having, yet, you were out here hunting her for reasons that you may relate with, still didn’t change the fact that you weren’t built for surviving in the wild.
Walking over, Abby moved the knife, placing it in her lap as she sat down. Twisting the cap as she said, “Have some water.” You didn’t respond and you didn’t move. “Y/n, look at me.”
Still nothing. So, with a gentle hand, Abby grabbed your jaw and lifted your head. Finding your eyes heavy with exhaustion. Standing to her feet, Abby placed her thumb on your bottom lip and gently parted your lips. Realizing what she was doing, you willingly opened your mouth, allowing her to slowly pour the refreshing drink into your mouth.
Although she was your enemy, her touch was warm and soft. Treating you like a fragile ornament that could break with the faintest amount of squeeze. She cared. Her eyes watched you softly with the faintest hint of darkness that you couldn’t distinguish. She was worried. It was all that you had hoped to find from Ellie right about now, but you were receiving it from the woman you had been told was a monster. A woman who killed a man you deeply cared about. Who was she, truly?
Greedily drinking all of the water, Abby pulled away, placing the bottle on the floor. Taking a seat, Abby leaned back in the chair, eyes intently taking in your sorrowful expression. “I can’t understand you.” Her words made you raise your bloodshot eyes to her in question. Abby groaned, leaning her elbows onto her knees, closing the space between the two of you a little more. “How can you still love her after what she did to you?”
You bit your bottom lip, breaking eye contact and looking down at your legs. The steady ache from the stab wound had numbed to a point as long as you didn’t move the limb, you could forget it. But you couldn’t forget the wound so freshly cut into your mind. One that seemed to come up every single time Issac questioned you about your reason for being in Seattle.
“She changed me,” you finally answered, breaking the silence. “It’s something I can’t repay, but I thought… I thought that if I did everything to save her from trouble, maybe it would be enough.” You chewed on your bottom lip, shaking your head in thought. “I just can’t believe she would leave me behind. I can’t.”
Sniffling, you looked up at Abby. “That doesn’t make me foolish, okay?” You defended. “Ellie won’t leave me. She loves me. She loves me more than killing you, alright?” Exhaling deeply, you shook your head. “So, please. Just… Just let me go. I’ll convince her to go back and we’ll leave. She needs to know I’m ok.”
Abby stared at you sadly, pursing her lips at your denial. It was hard to hear that you, so pure of heart, wanting to do everything you could to support someone, were so clueless to signs of your fate. Ellie wouldn’t stop. You and Abby knew that. But you were too caught up in love to realize the pain you were trying to protect yourself from. Bargaining for something that wouldn’t come true.
Then it popped into her head, why would someone hurt you this bad? Or, how could someone hurt you this bad? It was damn near soulless the way Ellie had been able to inflict this much pain in one action in seconds. No verbal response, just a single action.
“Y/n, I’m sorry,” Abby whispered, piquing your interest. “I’m sorry for what I took from you.”
You frowned, staring at the girl in question. “What do you mean?”
“Joel,” she answered, making your expression lower into sadness. Abby ran a hand down her face, shifting forward slightly. “If I didn’t do what I did, maybe things would be better for you. You wouldn’t be here and dealing with what you’re dealing with.”
A faint tremble of your lips could be seen as you glanced up at her for a split moment before looking down. Letting out a shaky sigh and blinking away the fresh set of tears that were brewing in your eyes. Inhaling sharply as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why did you do it, Abby?” You inquired quietly, looking up at the girl. Finding her expression shifted into one of regret as you shifted in your seat. “Abby, he was my mentor, a friend, the last person I got to call my father. He was one of the only people I had left, and you took him from me. So, please, I need to know why you took him from me if I can trust you.”
Abby let out a shaky breath. Hands clasping together as her lips parted. A fumbling of a sentence formed in her mind before she swallowed the lump in her throat. “Joel killed my father in Salt Lake,” she confessed. “I never got over it. I gathered information and searched for answers that could tell me where he was. So, when I found out he was in Jackson, I hunted him down with my group, and I killed him.”
Her confession left the room in a cold stillness as she waited for your response. So, she continued. “I hated him so much for what he took from me,” she muttered. “Finding my dad stabbed in the throat, having no chance to say goodbye or to give him a hug. Joel took that from me and I took that from you, and I’m so fucking sorry.”
Looking up, she found you staring down at her empathetically. “I’m sorry for your loss, Abby.” That was the last response she thought to receive. She’d taken so much from you, yet, you still had a softness in your heart that wasn’t afraid of being given out. “We’ve dealt with enough pain and I don’t want anymore. I just wanna go home with Ellie and be happy, you know?”
Falling to a knee, Abby grabbed your hands and held them softly. “You gotta listen to me, Y/n,” Abby said. “Ellie, she left you behind. As much as I don’t want to agree with Issac on this, he is right. If she loved you, she would’ve done anything to keep you safe and alive.”
A hard pill to swallow, that statement was. It felt like the imaginary knife Ellie had stabbed into was twisting further and further into your heart. Stealing whatever love that you had left for the girl and using it for her own personal gain. Because, in the end, that was the whole point of you coming. Getting guilt-tripped into seeking revenge for a man that only wanted the best for you. You didn’t even get to mourn his loss. You were just thrust into this quest that you wanted no part of. But your love for Ellie was something you couldn’t extinguish. It burned brighter than any flame imaginable.
And she used it against you.
Burning your heart and leaving a permanent scar that reminded you of how your trust could be twisted and forced against you in a selfish act.
“We were travelling with another woman- Dina,” you said out of the blue, making Abby frown. “I don’t know where they’re staying, but we were on our way looking for somewhere to set up camp until we found you.” Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes. “She has a revolver, a Baretta, and a hunting rifle. Dina is pregnant, so if you go looking for them, don’t hurt her, please-”
“Y/n, you don’t have to tell me this if you don’t want to.” Abby surprisingly placed a hand on your cheek. Her warmth and comfort were enough for you to lean into the touch. The cold pinch of your tears covered her palms as you opened your eyes.
Pursing your lips, a thin-lipped smile appeared as you shrugged. “What else do I gotta lose?”
a/n: yeah i know i need to stop writing fics at 2 am but i do my best at night. i’ve been throwing fluff at you, so this one is 2k of ANGST. i also wrote this in the dark, so i apologize for any mistakes i didn’t catch.
warnings: swearing, death, guns, gun violence
He’s right next to you.
He’s laying right next to you, soft snores are tumbling out from his lips and into your skin, and his arm is thrown over your stomach.
So why does he feel so far away?
Why are you crying? After so many nights of this, why are you so surprised that you can cry yourself to sleep when he’s right there. Why are you so surprised he doesn’t notice?
As your cheeks grow wetter and wetter you make no motion to wipe them. You can’t risk waking him up. He’ll ask questions, and it’ll all be over. No more nights with him. Crying or not.
You can’t risk that. You’ll take pretending like it’s real, pretending like he’s really yours over facing the fact that he never has been.
You’ll take laying on John B’s couch with him, even if he doesn’t look at you once. Even if he’s always looking at her.
He did it. Rafe had finally got rid of you. Standing right above you with the gun quivering in his hand, he takes a good look at your almost lifeless body, your chest still rising slightly and blood pouring out of your gunshot. You’re too weak to fight back.
“I told you I’d fucking get rid of you.” He smiles a little to himself and turns, ready to finally be rid of you forever and leave you to bleed out, except… you don’t get up and stop him. Rafe waits a second, knowing that you always love to get him by surprise and somehow wriggle out of every attempt he’s had to kill you, but nothing happens. He can still hear your little pants behind him.
His eyebrows pinch together, and he turns back to you, still left in the same position.
“Y/n?”
What the fuck?
This isn’t supposed to happen. You’re supposed to get up and attack him so you can slip away. What would he do with you dead? Spend the rest of his days drinking and snorting cocaine? You’re supposed to stay alive.
“Y/n.” Rafe repeats, his heartbeat quickening at every second passing with you not moving. He crouches down, dropping the gun on the floor to grab your face and give it a small smack. Your head lolls in his hands, lips pale and black eyelashes no longer fluttering open. He repeats your name over and over, panic rising in his chest as he realises you’re dying. And it’s his fault.
“Fuck! Come on, I need you! ” His voice trembles as he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the floor and holding you close to his warm chest.
Inspired by the gym scene in All of Us Are Dead, you get cornered in a storage closet by walkers, devising a plan that will have disastrous consequences. TW: graphic description of blood, gore and death.
All of Us Are Dead spoilers below the cut
The rain was thrashing down. The mud beneath your feet was making your steps unsteady yet you were still powering on. The moans of the undead behind you were relentless, acting as your adrenaline as you propelled yourself further on weak legs. Your legs were burning, the makeshift weapon in your hand swinging wildly by your side. Your breaths were leaving you in large huffs but you still pushed yourself faster, forcing your legs to carry you to the glass doors of the gym.
Rick and Daryl were at the front of the group. Sliding through the mud, they clambered up the steps to the doors, ripping them wide open and ushering everyone inside. You all filed into the shelter, leaving muddy tracks behind you as you stepped into the gym, the dreadful weather outside casting little light into the room. You collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Your lungs felt as if they were on fire. Each inhale was adding to the growing inferno.
"That was close." Glenn sighed a laugh, sharing a nervous glance with you. You mirrored the action, unable to muster the strength to speak. It felt nice to stop for a moment, your body thanking you for the moment of respite.
"Maybe we can stay here for a..." Rick's words trailed off as lightning struck. The sudden light lit up the room, giving you all a snapshot of the horror show you had just walked into.
The gym was crawling with walkers.
Your heart stopped in your chest. You prayed that if you stayed still and quiet they wouldn't notice you; all hopes were dashed as the moment you locked eyes with them, they seemed to look at the group.
Any sense of relief you'd experienced disappeared in a flash. In an instant you were on your feet, kicking the walker closest to you. It tumbled to the ground, giving you enough time to fall behind the rest of the group as they piled into a storage closet, the door slamming shut behind you.
You pressed your back into the door, feeling the shake of the walkers. You grunted with the pressure. You stumbled on your feet as the pressure grew. The door opened a crack, just enough for walkers to poke their fingers through.
Terror flooded you as you realised - this place could be your graveyard. The thought fuelled you to push past the aching limbs and press harder into the door.
Maggie came up besides you, brandishing her knife and chopping the fingers off of the walker. Without missing a beat she pressed her upper body against the door, efficiently slamming the gap closed.
"Thanks," you breathlessly thanked her, mostly occupied with keeping your feet planted to the ground.
She nodded her head in acknowledgement, her body too being shaken by the sheer force of the walkers.
Casting a glance over your shoulder, you saw Daryl, Rick and Glenn milling around the room, searching the contents. A shot of resentment coursed through you, especially upon seeing Daryl seemingly do nothing.
"A little help would be nice." You snapped.
"We're tryna find a way out." Daryl was equally as snippy. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"Can you at least find something to bolt the door with?" A particularly heavy thud nearly pushed you away from the door. Your arms were shaking with the constant pressure. "We're struggling here."
"I got it." Glenn rushed past Daryl and Rick, a mop in his hand. He manoeuvred between you and Maggie, sliding the mop in the door handle.
"Move on three?" You gestured to Maggie, who nodded in agreement. "One. Two. Three."
The pair of you took a cautious step away from the door, watching the door with attentive eyes. The door bucked with the beating of the undead, the mop securing it in place.
Glenn appeared in your sight again, rolling what looked like a trolley filled to the brim with balls in front of the door. He engaged the brakes with his foot, smiling weakly. "Just in case the mop doesn't hold."
You didn't want to think what would happen if that was the case. The trolley could only hold them for so long, and between you all, you didn't have the weapons or manpower to overcome the amount of walkers you'd seen out there.
Tumbling to the ground, you took a moment to survey your surroundings. There were more metal crates of balls lined up against another wall, the balls different colours and sizes. Behind that was a bucket full of hockey sticks. You noted that in the back of your mind for later. A red eagle costume was hung up on one of the walls, a layer of dust having settled into the fabric. The walls were white, bar one that featured the school's logo. A red eagle with the school's name was imprinted into the brick. It almost made you laugh.
Despite all of this, there were no windows. You were once again reminded how school was a prison, and ironically long after your school years had been finished, you were captive once again.
You rested your head on your knees. Why did the most simple things have to go so wrong? All you'd wanted was to scavenge the school. It appeared to be quiet outside, leading you all into a false sense of security. Turns out, they'd been waiting for the prey to wander into the trap.
"So... what now?" Glenn asked out loud. You looked up from your knees, seeing him sat directly across from you with his arm wrapped around Maggie. You imagined your face was the mirror image of theirs - empty. You wondered if they'd also accepted their fate. You were mentally calculating how long it would take for you all to brave the walkers outside and die, or let nature do its work and kill you in two days. Either way, you had accepted that the only outcome of this situation was grief.
Rick rubbed his beard, his voice so small even the mice would struggle to hear. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" The words slipped out your mouth without meaning to. There was a venomous tone to it even you were shocked to hear.
"Y/N, give the man a break." Daryl snapped.
"Oh fuck off Daryl." You spat, trying to push down your rising anger. "If it wasn't for him we wouldn't be in this mess."
"He's jus' trying his best."
"And his best is going to get us killed." You sighed, looking up at Rick. "You're meant to be our leader. So lead. Tell us how the fuck to get out of this mess."
"If ya gave the man time to think -"
"We might not have that time!"
The pounding started harder on the door. Daryl huffed, striding towards you. Before you knew it he had you pinned against a grate, his hand scrunched up in your shirt. "Are ya gonna keep your loud ass shut or am I gonna have to do it for ya?"
"I'd like to watch you try." His grip on your shirt tightened. For a second you thought his fist was going to fly into your face: as much as you hated him, you knew he wouldn't do that to you. Daryl had a code and while you might be toeing the line to get a beating, you hadn't passed the mark yet.
"They're just scared, Daryl, let them go." Rick placed a gentle hand on Daryl's shoulder. Reluctantly Daryl let you go, looking as though giving in took a huge physical toll. You softly glared at the man, subtly readjusting the shirt he'd just scrunched up.
Glenn wandered over to where Daryl had you pinned, pushing the grate. "Guys, I think I have an idea." He spun on his heel, counting the trolleys. "If we can tie these together, we can get to the door."
"Glenn, you're a genius." You reached for the nearest trolley, pulling on the grate. It appeared to be sturdy enough, and once the brake was disengaged, you'd be able to move it. The most dangerous part would be the first part - pushing the trolley's out - as there was no space in here to make the circle, but once the circle was secured? It would act as a fortress.
He smiled shyly. "Thanks."
"Reckon we could add the hockey sticks to them? Break them so it's like a javelin and let the walkers walk right into them?"
"It's a good idea," Glenn pondered, looking at the others. "It'll take time."
"We don't have time." You almost rolled your eyes hearing Daryl echo your words from earlier. Of course he would agree when it's under his own circumstances. "We could flip the lids, crawl through."
"We'll get nowhere that way." You flipped the lid of a trolley up. "It'll be best for them to be tall."
"You do know walkers can climb right?"
Instantly your back was straight. You crossed your arms. "Better than taking our sweet ass time by crawling across and having walkers crush us to death."
"Yer such a dumbass."
"Excuse me?" That spark of irritation was quickly becoming a raging fire of anger. You could feel your fists clench and jaw tighten the longer you were in his presence. "Want to say that to me again?"
"So not only are ya a dumbass, yer deaf too."
"Come here you little shit -" You pounced towards Daryl, Rick grabbing you just in time before your body collided. You fought against his grip, trying desperately to get to Daryl, who merely stepped away from your flailing hands. This only angered you further, a growl of frustration ripping from your body.
"Can you two get along for just five minutes?"
"He's acting like a child."
"They're actin' like they're hot shit."
"Either way, one of you is going to be pissed. Let's vote on it. Agreed?" Nodding reluctantly, you shifted out of Rick's grip. "If I let go of you Y/N, do you promise not to scratch Daryl's eyes out?"
"I guess." You muttered underneath your breath, feeling Rick release your waist slowly. He stood nearby, one eye trained on you as if he expected you to lunge for Daryl at any given moment. You couldn't blame him really.
As a group, you decided it would be best to keep the lids of the trolley's high, Maggie and Rick agreeing with your stance. Daryl did little to hide his displeasure at the end result but said nothing. You could sense his foul mood from a million miles away.
You focused on the task at hand, tying ropes to the trolley's and securing them together. Your hands grew tired of the constant movement and you could feel his searing glare into your back. You tried to pass it off and carried on, the weight of his gaze growing heavier and heavier with each passing minute.
Your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands. Before you could control yourself, you spun around, seeing Daryl staring at your trolley with the lid flipped high. "What?"
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"We voted, get over it." You turned to continue the task at hand. You could sense his annoyance still. This time when you turned on your heel, it wasn't a threat you were spitting his way, it was a promise. "If it goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."
Daryl nodded, seeming content with your response.
The argument now settled, you all continued to fix the trolley's and put the plan to action. Time flew past, and soon, the plan was ready to be executed. You stood by your crate, your grip on the metal bars slick as your heart banged loudly in your chest. This was the make or break moment.
Rick stood at the front of the line. He cast a glance at you all from over his shoulder, sensing the nervous tension. "Are you ready?"
"Better now than never." For once, Daryl said something and you didn't want to punch him. You were grateful he had spoken up, your own words lost to the panic building in your chest.
Rick removed the mop from the door handles. He opened the doors.
There was no going back now.
As a unit, you all pushed the trolley's out into the gym. Rick and Daryl took out the nearest walkers, rushing back towards the trolleys to form a circle. Hurriedly they tied to ropes together, binding the trolleys together into a circle shape.
Laughing, you smiled at Glenn. For the first time since you stepped into the gym, there was an ebb of hope lingering in the back of your mind. Maybe this wouldn't be your death day after all. "It worked."
"Don't speak too soon."
Together you began to push your makeshift shield towards the door. Slowly you began to feel resistance from the other side, the smell of the undead quickly becoming overwhelming. Progress started to slow as more walkers catapulted themselves at the shield. You desperately tried to beat away walkers impeding the progress; each time a walker fell, another would take its place.
The walkers were just too strong. They kept pushing over the top, fighting to make their way in. Your arms burned with effort as you struggled to keep the shield intact.
"Make 'em tall, great idea Y/N." Daryl snapped, his muscles bulging as he pushed the shield forwards towards the doors.
Anger surged through you. You tried to focus on that, and not on the ebbing strength. "We would have died in there!"
"An' we'll die out here!"
You tuned out Daryl's mumbling, focusing on keeping the grates as close together as you could. With each passing second more walkers were making their way towards the contraption and it was harder to keep them at bay.
The hope you had started to feel was disappearing with each walker. A thin sheen of sweat was coating your body with the sheer exertion of the task. Your body was fighting to stay alive and your brain was convincing you to keep trying, it'll all work out.
Maggie cried out. A walker had managed to creep through a crack, grabbing her tightly. It tugged her towards the grate, it's jaws growing closer to her skin. Your body moved before you could process what was happening, stabbing the walker in the skull. It's grip fell from Maggie. You frantically grabbed the sides of the grates, pulling them closed.
A sharp pain lit up your hand. Instinctively you pulled your hand back; it was too late. The world seemed to stop as you saw the teeth marks imprinted into your skin. Blood poured down your hand. Your death warrant had now been signed and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.
No one had noticed your turmoil, too busy at keeping the walkers at bay.
"Y/N, get your act together and help us!" Daryl snapped, pushing harder against the grate to no avail. The amount of walkers now swarming the shield was making your greatest asset your greatest weakness.
You smiled sadly at Daryl. Looking at him you saw all of the unresolved fights, the hatred you had towards him. You never could admit the reason you hated him was because you saw so much of yourself in him. And now, you would die without ever having a chance to repent for all the hurtful things you'd ever said to him.
Clearing your throat, you looked at him with blurry eyes. "I said I'd take full responsibility."
He stared at you blankly as you jumped on top of the crate, pushing the walkers away with your hands. The walkers clawed at you but you didn't care, your death had already been sealed, there was nothing else that could be done. You felt a sharp tug on the back of your shirt pull you off of the crate. You fell to the ground with a harsh slam. You relished the pain - it reminded you that you were still human.
"The hell you think ya doin', playing hero?" Daryl snapped, pulling you to your feet.
"It's too late for me!" You cried out, pulling yourself from his grip. His hands released you, watching with confusion as he noticed how you cradled your hand. Your hand, that had the imprinted teeth marks and dripping with blood. You felt his eyes draw to it. You swore you saw sadness cross his face. Shakily, you smiled. "Just let me help, okay?"
Before anyone could protest, you pushed yourself over the shield. You started dragging the walkers away from the moving shield, watching with a sense of hope as it started to move slowly across the room. You didn't care about the walkers at your back; your friends were in trouble.
You walked towards the shield, helping pull it towards the doors. A pair of jaws hooked themselves around your shoulder. Your face twisted in pain and yet you kept pulling, your hand tightly gripping the top of the grate.
Another jaw latched onto you. This time you couldn't disguise your agony as you cried out. Tears streamed down your cheeks.
A hand fell on top of yours. Daryl's stricken gaze bore into your own as he started screaming at the top of his lungs for them to leave you alone. His grip on your hand tightened. He was borderline hysterical as he watched you be ripped apart, yet still pulled the shield to the door, your movements growing weaker as more blood spurted from your wounds.
More jaws attached themselves to your body. There was no use in hiding your pain as your friends watched you be torn apart.
You prayed he saw the apologies in your eyes, how you wished he would one day forgive you for the unfounded hatred you had towards him. You were grateful that despite everything that had transpired between the two of you, he still comforted you in your final moments on this earth.
"Let's go home."
You disappeared into the walkers, using the last of your strength to send a silent plea to whatever higher power was listening.
Warning: MAJOR ANGST AHEAD! Turn back if you don’t feel like having a good cry! No, seriously. *pirate voice* Here there be heartbreak!
The cloth beneath Daryl’s hand seemed soaked with your blood impossibly fast. He could feel the sticky warmth of it beneath his palm. “No, no… Yer—yer gonna be fine, just hang on!”
“Daryl—”
He ripped another section of cloth with his free hand and added it to your wound. You winced beneath the pressure. “Yer gonna be fine. We’re gonna get ya home and fixed up and—”
“Daryl, look at me…”
“Ain’t nothin’. Yer gonna be—yer gonna be f—fine…” But his voice was breaking. He knew he was lying to both of you.
“Daryl.” You suddenly gripped his arm hard and his eyes lifted back to your face. The color was draining from your lips. “Just—just look at me for a moment,” you breathed. “I just want to see you.”
His blue eyes filled with tears. Yours were already glistening, but to his amazement a small smile tugged at your lips.
“Do—Do you wish things had happened differently? If we’d never met, then… then maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much,” you said.
Daryl’s throat tightened into a knot and he shook his head. “No. No, I ain’t ever wishin’ that I never met ya. Never. Yer the best thing I ever had.” He pulled one hand off your wound to clasp your face, but his stomach twisted as his fingers left bloody smears on your cheek. And your skin felt entirely too cold.
To his continued amazement you were still smiling vaguely. “You’re my favorite dream, Daryl. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel small. You’re bigger than all of them, than this world…” Your voice was sounding weaker by the moment.
The tears broke from Daryl’s eyes and coursed down his cheeks. He pressed his lips to yours, barely holding back the wailing he felt was tearing his heart apart in his chest. When he pulled back, the light in your eyes shrank farther and farther into the deep pools and finally went out.
A/N: I’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRY I’M SORRY OKAY?!
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