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hepaidattention · 8 months

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I wrote this little love confession for some of my own oc's in my own original story, and I realized how much it felt like Pacey and Joey, so changed the names and changed some of the dialogue about their past and thought I'd share. I imagine it was Joey's final love confession to Pacey, the one that finally brought them together for the finale.

"What're you doing here, Joey?" He yawned and looked at her with his furrowed brow and sleepy set gaze. His hair was standing up in weird ways on his scalp and there was an indent on his forehead that she assumed came from whatever he had fallen asleep on. She smiled, seeing his disheveled appearance. It made her think back to when they were young, the old high school days. Pacey was notorious for falling asleep just about anywhere, and by the looks of his fully clothed but sleepy exterior, that hadn't changed a bit.

"Well, I … I needed to talk to you."

"Okay," his hands moved from his hips up to cross over his chest. It was the body's way of telling her he was defensive, he was protecting himself from more harm. "And this couldn't have waited till, I don't know, maybe daylight?"

His words without emotion sounded harsh, but the deep sarcasm he coated them with, and the slightest curve of a smirk on the corner of his mouth, told her otherwise. She let out a shaky breath and said, "No, it couldn't. Because I realized something tonight, and if I don't say it now, well… honestly I might never say it. And I really, really want to say it. I don't want to run anymore."

"Okay," he said slowly, "then say it," and that was all he said. He seemed weary, like he almost didn't want to know what she had to say, in case what she had to say might hurt him even more.

"Okay." She glanced inside the restaurant, hoping he would invite her in and she could spill her guts to him in the centralized heated building, but he didn't budge. He just stood there, waiting. So, here went nothing. "I realized today that fate is a real bitch."

Pacey’s brow furrowed into an even deeper V shape than before, “Who? Are we talkin' Fate Blanchard? 'Cause Jo, I’m pretty sure this could’ve-”

“No, not Fate Blanchard - god I haven't thought of her since high school, but she was a real bitch - but no. No, I mean like fate and destiny, like the universe and the cosmic powers that have a say in who we are, and where we are, and who … who we end up with.”

Pacey didn’t seem phased, but his lack of expression said everything. “Go on,” he nodded.

“The thing is, no matter how many years went by of me I trying to move on and you apparently yearning over me in silence,”

“I did not yearn -”

“Ah ah,” she pressed her finger to his lips, “I’m talkin’ right now, Witter.” He nodded, wordlessly, and she lowered her hand and continued, “I realized that even though all those years in high school went by where I may not have loved you, or at least didn't know it yet, and all those years of us broken up and trying to find someone else to replace what we had, I think there was always a part of me that always knew - and not in a conscious way, but in a ‘fate has this all mapped out if I like it or not’ way. Because I realized tonight, as I was lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling for answers, that in every relationship I have ever been in - no matter how much I loved them, there was always something missing, you know? I mean I even had this great epic love with Dawson, and no matter how much I wanted to say that he was my soulmate or my other half - I always had this piece in me that didn’t feel complete. It was like this missing puzzle piece, and no matter how hard I tried forcing all these other pieces to fit, the puzzle wasn’t complete until I found the right one. That made me so incredibly mad too, because I mean, he's my soulmate, you know? We understood each other in ways I have never known anyone to understand me. He was the person I had been looking my whole life for - and the moment I got it, I wanted to punch someone because it wasn’t what it was supposed to be. That piece was still missing and it made me want to scream. And then…” she hesitated, letting out an irate huff of air before continuing. “And then you come strolling into my peripheral again, and you stand there and you call me names and tease me and ... and you take care of me despite your idiot ways, and I suddenly remembered what we felt like. No matter how much I despised you in high school, no matter how much of my heart you shattered when you broke up with me, and no matter how much I convinced myself I had moved on, you walked back into my life with that stupid smirk on your face, and you called me Jo, and suddenly … that missing piece of the puzzle just … fit. I realized it always had.” Joey had tears stinging her eyes now, her words getting choked on by the sobs she was holding back in her throat.

“Jo,” Pacey started, his arms unfolding, his body language speaking much louder than his words.

“No, don’t, not yet.” She put out a hand and took in a deep breath, letting it out with much stronger endurance. “I’m not done, okay? So, I realized tonight that fate is a bitch, because it was fate herself that did this to me. Because it was fate who never allowed me to quite love anyone the way that I … that I stupidly and hopelessly love you. And that’s not me saying that I’ve always loved you because, hell - despite my middle school crush on you, and my relapse of feelings junior and senior year, I never hated anyone more than I hated you in our freshman year of high school. But all that’s to say that ... that before I even knew what destiny and fate and the cosmos and whatever other chaos it had in store for me, the fates knew, and they knew that one day I’d be standing here, in your doorway, confessing my embarrassingly pathetic love for you, and fate knew that no matter how hard I might try to love someone more or the same as I love you, it wouldn’t let me, it wouldn’t let me even before I ever loved you. Because fate knew that you were my forever - and in a weird loopy, twisty, all jumbled-up way that fate works, before I even knew it, my heart knew it, too. I could devote my life to many people, but there was only one person who was supposed to be my always and forever and it’s … it’s you, Pacey. And the bitch that fate is, thinking she never let me be happy until I saw it, because she had already checked my heart out for a guy I never imagined I’d ever love. And I just, I realized, staring at my ceiling tonight, grappling at what I was going to say to you, I realized that fate was actually on my side - because if I could see my fate in some kind of linear line that only us mere mortals can comprehend, like following a string that got detangled and finally was straight shot to my end, I realized that at the end of the line, it would be you, always. A straight shot to my forever, and that means rather than fate not allowing me to feel love the way I wanted to - she instead was saving my whole heart for the most amazing love of my life.” She was crying again, but it was silent tears. She let out a shaky laugh and brushed a stray tear from her cheek, suddenly feeling embarrassed under the gaze of Pacey's serious eyes. “So, that’s it. I love you, and I don’t appreciate you setting me free or whatever crap you were trying to pull today because I don't want to be set free, okay? You're my forever, Pace.”

“Can I speak now?” he said with a glint of tears in his eyes, a warm smile beginning to cover his lips.

“Depends,” she wiped at her eyes and laughed at herself, “what are you going to say?”

Pacey took a step forward, cupping her face in his hands in one brisk movement. He used his thumb to brush away another stray tear from her eyes and looked down at her, grinning. “Nothing.”

Pacey didn’t take any more time to waste the space between them. He kissed her, hard and passionately, but also sweet and tenderly. Joey’s hands tangled in his hair, and Pacey dipped her a little, breaking their kiss from the giggling that was replaced between them. He lifted her back up and pushed some hair from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek and his eyes searching her endlessly.

“You’ve gotta say something,” she whispered to him, merely because they were that close, a whisper was all she needed to be heard.

“You’re right,” he smiled, kissed her again, and then pulled back to say, “I can’t believe you had a crush on me in middle school,”

Joey’s eyes rolled back in her head, “You know what? I take it all back,”

“No, no, no, but c’mon Jo, middle school? That’s… that’s pretty embarrassing.”

“You’re a dick,” she said, despite the beaming grin she couldn’t seem to wipe off her face, no matter how hard she tried.

“Yeah, but you love me, so…” he bragged. She scoffed and pushed him away a little in a teasing shove. He pulled her back in within seconds and said, “And you're it. I never doubted for a second you were the love of my life. You're it for me, darlin'.”

“Yeah?” she sounded a little more pathetic than she would have liked.

“Please, you already know I love you, Potter. I’ve been in love with you since freshman year of high school.”

“Oh my god, freshman year?” she said with great sarcasm and an even greater smile, “Wow, now that’s embarrassing, Pace.”

“Yeah, well,” he wrapped his arms securely around her, settling himself where it finally felt whole. That missing piece Joey talked about, was finally back in place, where it belonged. “Can’t really fight destiny, now can you?”

“No,” she ran a hand through his hair, her other arm securely wrapped around him. “You really can’t. But I wouldn’t want to, even if I could.”

Pacey intertwined their fingers together, tugging her inside the restaurant as he said, “Couldn’t say it better myself.”

And the rest is history.

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oncillabrigade · 9 days

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First Batfam fic posted!

I wrote a thing and then actually published it to AO3! It's a short piece about Tim and Damian being brothers but also the people they are (i.e. prickly, autistic, kindhearted). The short summary is: Tim picks Damian up from school and neither of them is happy about it, until they are.

Check it out here:

#batfam #damian wayne #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #fanfic writing #my fics #jacey writes

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drarreckyninja · 2 years

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Fanfic: Monument of the Invaders

“This is our legacy? This is what we’re leaving behind? After all our years in Capeside, this is what we have to remember--”

“Dawson,” Pacey cuts off his best friend, “it’s not the end of the world. It’s just graduation.”

“It’s not just graduation,” he protests. “You’ve got Joey, and you’re moving to Europe. I got the filmography scholarship, and I’m going to California. Even if we ever go back to Massachusetts, it won’t be the same.”

“Sometimes change is a good thing.” Joey ironically points out, wrapping her arms around Pacey’s waist and smiling at her best friend.

“Sometimes.”

#fanfic #drabble #dawsons creek #joey x pacey #poey #jacey

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sailorsirius · 3 years

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Adventures in the Akashic Records

The vision I experienced with Zachary last month was WILD, to say the least. It’s been on my mind constantly since it happened. We’re okay now; at first it was disturbing and we were both quite shaken up by it, but now that it’s settled, I’ve been feeling like I can’t let it rest until I understand why it happened. In addition to that, Neptune being in retrograde has made things very fuzzy regarding my cosmic family, to whom I was formally introduced just a couple days before Father’s Day.

I don’t normally treat myself to stuff like this, but a reading that might give me important answers doesn’t feel like a luxury, it feels like a necessity. And even if it is, I’m coming to terms with my inherent worth and with the fact that I deserve to do nice things for myself.

So I booked an Akashic Records reading with Jacey, someone who was offering their services in the witchy facebook group we’re both in.

Why I did the reading

In preparation for this experience because I wanted to get the most out of it, I wrote out a list of reasons why I was doing this reading:

I was introduced to my cosmic family last month; they revealed to me that I’m a starseed, and I need to know more.

When I read up on starseeds, I encountered a lot of information–most of it overwhelming and maybe irrelevant; some of it confusing, contradictory, or disappointing. I need to know what’s true and what matters.

Neptune is in retrograde, and I’m feeling so distant and lost. I know this period is teaching me an important lesson, but I need some reassurance.

A while back, Zach and I experienced a vision of his death, or my death, or both; if it’s time to know, I want to find out if this means we are twins like I think we are, as that’s what I gathered that vision to mean based on other clues.

The signs of encouragement I received

Before I actually booked the reading, I waffled a little. I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend the money on it, and I’d never had a reading like this before. I guess I didn’t want to be scared or disappointed by what I’d learn. But I got some big signs of encouragement from them and from Zachary.

The first was when I was scrolling Tumblr. I came across one of those “the first three words you see mean ___” crosswords, and the theme was fanfic. The first three words I saw? Bodyswapping, time travel, starcrossed. Very on-brand.

The second was when I was driving home and listening to music, and Kings of Leon’s “Radioactive” came on. I always felt a specific connection to that song, and right as it came on, I had been thinking about my family. It felt like a gentle nudge toward the reading.

The third was 11:11. I’d been seeing it nearly every day, but lately I’d been seeing it sometimes twice a day, or I’d seen other variations of 111. I couldn’t deny that was a clear and direct sign.

The questions I asked

I wrote out a list of questions ahead of time–things I needed from this reading:

Is Zachary my twin like I think he is?

Why did we have that vision?

In the past, I’ve written stories of a Pleiadean family, just the same way I’d written about Zachary without realizing I was writing about a person I already knew. Is my cosmic family the family I wrote about?

Can you tell me more about my starseed heritage? What things do I need to focus on, and what can I let go of?

Who else is with me besides my family and Zach?

How it went

I met with Jacey via Zoom. I’d never met her, and I don’t think we’d even spoken to each other in the facebook group. At this point, I hadn’t told anyone about Zachary or my family, so I was very nervous to say these things out loud to a stranger. But as she welcomed me and briefed me on how the reading would work, I felt my family around me so strongly I got goosebumps. Trust her. Trust yourself, is what I felt coming from them. I got very calm, kind, and centered vibes from her, like there was nothing I could tell her that would shake her, and that I was safe.

Jacey prepared us both with a short meditation, and then she did one for herself which connected her to my family and my guides. Once she tapped into their energy, she encouraged me to ask whatever questions I wanted to; if it was time for me to know the answers to my questions, then the information would come down from them, and she would convey the answers to me via words, feelings, knowing, and images she saw. She assured me that she was only the vessel for the information coming to me, and that my family wouldn’t give me any information I wasn’t equipped to handle.

During the process, I felt very specifically and clearly like I wasn’t in my body, or like I was sitting where my body was, but I wasn’t a part of it, which felt… very, very right. I received answer after answer, each word streaming into me like an energy river. I felt directly plugged into the divine. Even though each answer brought me sorely-needed confirmation and delight, what surprised me was that I wasn’t surprised by any of it. And what I realized then was that I already knew all of this, and that my intuition was much stronger than I previously thought.

I’ll be honest–I don’t remember what happened after that. I think I was overwhelmed by the experience in the best possible way. I do remember that after we ended the call, I furiously scribbled down everything I could remember from the reading:

Zachary and I are twins–one with a connection so strong and inseverable that we’re telepathic.

The vision of his/our death wasn’t a vision–it was a timeline jump. We had quite literally been pulled from our respective existences and thrown temporarily into that one. Why? I still don’t know.

Yes, yes, yes–just like I wrote about Zach before I met him, I wrote about my family too. They’re here with me now, and like my connection to Zach, my connection to my family is tight and unbreakable.

My family is Pleiadean, and even though my human mind can’t help but impose a familial structure and a hierarchy onto this group of beings, we are all equal in importance to each other. I am deeply treasured and unconditionally loved by my family. I have a task to complete here; it will be slow going and it will seem inconsequential at first. Over time, it will grow exponentially and will be important. My focus is to be on this; the rest, such as the confusing information I’ve read about starseeds, doesn’t matter.

There’s someone else waiting for me, someone who has ties to the Pleiadeans and who will teach me not to neglect my humanity and my connection to the earth. She’s a Native woman I am directly related to but who died several centuries before my time (which I find especially interesting because I have Native blood on both sides of my family, which I learned a couple years ago is not as far removed from me as I once thought).

Over the next couple days, I received download after download, tons of information that made everything make sense, and it all felt like missing puzzle pieces that fit exactly where I needed them to. To say this experience was life-altering is a complete understatement, but it’s difficult to put into human speech the way it made me feel to hear these things, realize I already knew them, and to meet with someone who possesses such an incredible gift and who uses it to help others on their own paths.

I’m indescribably grateful for this experience, and I want to lift up Jacey and her work. If you want to book a reading with her (she does more than just Akashic Records readings!), I encourage you to take a look at her website.

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#zachary #cosmic twins #twin flames #starseed #pleiadeans #cosmic family #readings #akashic records #visions #alien papers

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rrickgrrimes8 · 3 years

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The Purpose

The Story of Jacey Grimes ~ Book Two:

With the C.D.C. far behind her, how will Jacey struggle with her new scars and loses? Will a blonde farm girl be the reason behind her healing? And maybe even her purpose? Or will that purpose lie with her broken family?

Chapters & Masterlist:

Chapter ONE - Repercussions

Chapter TWO - Sophia, Herds & Repressed Feelings

Chapter THREE - Survival

Chapter FOUR - Cigarette

Chapter FIVE - My Kid Brother

Chapter SIX - Surgery

Chapter SEVEN - A Father

Chapter EIGHT - A New Pretty Friend

Chapter NINE - Flashbacks & Nicknames

Chapter TEN - Forever & Always

Chapter ELEVEN - Gun Training

Chapter TWELVE - The Lost Girl Found

Chapter THIRTEEN - A Monster From The Past

Chapter FOURTEEN - ...

Chapter FIFTEEN - ...

Chapter SIXTEEN - ...

The Cast:

Kaya Scodelario as Jacey Grimes

Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes

Emily Kinney as Beth Greene

Jon Bernthal as Shane Walsh

Sarah Wayne Callies as Lori Grimes

Chandler Riggs as Carl Grimes

The Walking Dead cast as their respected characters

#the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #rick grimes #carl grimes #lori grimes #jacey grimes #beth greene #the walking dead farm #beth greene fanfic #normality is death #book two #daryl dixon #the walking dead season 2 #glenn rhee #maggie rhee #the purpose #the purpose book

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outlawqueenff · 3 years

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Chapter 155 is up on FF now!

#te #trite escapism #fanfiction #soa #jax teller #ashtyn lowman #camryn lowman #jax teller fanfiction #happy lowman fanfics #happy lowman #Jacey Lowman

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sibbun · 3 years

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I'm foaming at the mouth i wanna fuck the Mandalorian so fucking bad I want to suck him off and take care of his murder kid so fucking badly you don't understand the things I'd give up to make him a father of two wrinkly children I'd steal another child for this man as many children as he fucjing needs

#jacey talks #I'm not finished yet w the show #but hhhhh I desperately need to read fanfics and consume art because I really really need content #i could write it myself and I desperately want to but I lack inspiration and motivation to do so

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portwellmakesmeweep · 3 years

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FULL PORTWELL COMMENTARY (on the finale)

let’s just start with-

@portwell shippers all around the world

but anyway,

when i first watched the episode i was actually angry. we didn’t get a portwell kiss and i’d really convinced myself we were going to get one. now, i’ve rewatched the entire episode and have decided...

i absolutely fucking love this portwell ending.

hear me out, not only was it rom com worthy but we now can say PORTWELL IS CANON! r*nas literally back tf away.

this was the perfect way to end their storyline this season. portwell, since 1x01 has been THE SLOWBURN of the show. portwell is the jacey (dawson’s creek). portwell is the monica x chandler (friends). portwell is the luke x lorelai (gilmore girls). portwell is the schmidt x cece (new girl). i could go on and on for days with other examples of amazing slow burn relationships but i’ll stop there.

and the main thing that has me screaming about portwell is this.

disney shows don’t usually have that many seasons. (4-5? i could see hsmtmts MAYBE having 6). the writers wouldn’t have TWO SEASONS of development, hint (or not even hint, basically confirm) they will be canonically dating in season three, and make SUCH A BIG DEAL OUT OF ONE LITTLE KISS for portwell to be a fling.

PORTWELL IS ENDGAME. portwell is THAT COUPLE that will be together from beginning to end. will they maybe break up randomly for like 5 seconds, maybe? but ultimately, they will get their happily ever after. that’s just good writing.

now for my season 3 portwell predictions:

• start the season with a portwell kiss (maybe gina does the previously on?) i’m pretty sure sofia will be 18 by the time they are filming so i’m 99% sure about this.

• cute portwell moments just EVERYWHERE

• the first few episodes won’t have any angst surrounding them and they’ll just be all happy while other things happen (nini and jamie stuff, lily and ricky stuff, etc.)

•now i think the angst of the season isn’t going to be miscommunication based or love triangle based. i think that kourtney didn’t actually burn that envelope and looked in it (bc girl, i would) and she saw ej got nominated for that scholarship. IF the season picks up right where we left off i think there might be a possibility of ej getting offered a scholarship and him struggling to choose between ny and staying in salt lake. idk tho.

anyway i’m gonna go read portwell fanfic and cry, thank you for listening.

#hsmtmts spoilers #high school musical the musical the series #portwell #ej caswell #ej x gina #gina porter #matt cornett #sofia wylie

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love-geeky-fangirl · 2 years

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I agree, I was really annoyed when Mr. Potter was praising Dawson and putting Eddie down. Who is he to judge anyone? Also, I’m tired of are all these parents kissing Dawson’s ass. Pacey‘s father also did this in S2.

DC recycles plots lines a lot. They recycled Pandie’s dynamic with PJ, they recycled the student/teacher plot lines and the mean boss plot lines. They also recycle dialogue verbatim. For example, the speeches Pacey makes to Joey about her being the most beautiful woman in the room/vicinity is something he says to every girl. He says this to Emma in the episode where he tricks her participating in a costume. It’s starting to sound like a bad pick up line.

I’m wondering what your thoughts will be on the resurrection of PJ? Frankly, it feels very contrived and sloppily written. It seems like the writers were setting up a Pacey/Emma thing but decided to pivot to Pacey/Joey last minute, hence Audrey’s comments during Christmas dinner.

Yeah I agree. How did the student/teacher plot line happen THREE times over the course of six seaons?? That's three times too many. And they definitely recycled the Pandie "I love to hate you" dynamic with Jacey and also the moment where Joey was proud of Pacey for getting his "first" A. When watched it I was like: "Alexa play dejà vù by Olivia Rodrigo!"

All jokes aside, the reconsiliation of Pacey and Joey felt contrived and as if it was just added as an afterthought. Maybe the writers finally realized that fans want to see Pacey and Joey together rather than Pacey and Audrey or Pacey and Emma and Joey and Dawson or Joey and Eddie, and decided to change their mind last minute. They had almost no screen time for a season and a half and then suddenly mid season 6 they kissed and Pacey was all doe-eyed for her and said he never got over her. It's sweet but I don't really buy it??

It reminds me of reading Jackie x Hyde fanfics that take place after season 8. They're usually like:

Hyde: I love you.

Jackie: But you were nothing but mean to be the whole year! You even pushed me into the creek at one point!

Hyde: That was all because I loved you!

Pacey and Joey had a similar conversation in castaways. It was basically: "Yeah, I dated your roommate but I loved you all along I never got over you!" Yeah.. no. I don't buy it sorry.

#anti jacey #anti pacey x joey #dawson's creek #that 70s show #anti season 8 #zenmasters deserved better

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ao3feed-sanvers · 4 years

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Oh.. Detective Luthor season 1

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xLORhb

by sabie_the_artist

I had this crazy idea lol. I love the shows Supergirl and Castle, so I decided to switch the characters... okay let me explain. There are characters in Castle that I switched with the characters from Supergirl. For example: In the Castle the two main characters (Rick Castle, the writer and Katherine Beckett, the detective); now Kara Danvers (or Zor-El actually) is the writer and Lena Luthor is the detective. Also in this story Kara and Alex are not sisters, that I mentioned before that Kara is Zor-El and not Danvers ;) The fanfic is going to be almost the same as the episodes in Castle, I'll just make it look like a little supercorp-ish ;))

Words: 2210, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Oh... Detective Luthor

Fandoms: Castle (TV 2009), Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Other

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Cat Grant, Maggie Sawyer, Winn Schott Jr., Noah Danvers (oc), Eliza Danvers, James "Jimmy" Olsen, Lucy Lane (DCU), Micheal Dabney (oc), Diane Griffith (oc), Lionel Luthor, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Richard Castle, Kate Beckett, Nick Jacey (oc), "Kara Zor-El", Noah Zor-El (oc)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers & Maggie Sawyer, Kara Danvers/Lucy Lane, Kara Danvers/Diane Griffith (oc), Lena Luthor/James "Jimmy" Olsen, Lena Luthor/Jack Spheer, Lena Luthor/Micheal Dabney (oc), Lena Luthor/Nick Jacey (oc)

Additional Tags: Writer Kara Danvers, famous kara danvers, lena luthor is a homicide detective, lena luthor loves kara's books, lena luthor is kara danvers' fangirl, Drama, Drama & Romance, captain cat grant, detective lena luthor, Kara Danvers Has a Penis, Mystery, Murder Mystery, Crimes & Criminals, Crime Fighting, Detective Maggie Sawyer, Dr. Alex Danvers, alex and kara are not sisters in this fanfiction, kara has a fake name, kara uses zor-el as a name, Writer Kara Zor-El, James is the ironlady, Kara has two ex wives, Lena Luthor in Love, sam arias is a detective too, Detective Sam Arias, Kara has a daughter, Noah Zor-El is Kara's daughter, Falling In Love, Work, police precinct, precinct, Engagement, Supercorp endgame, Sexual Content, Rough Sex, Lesbian Sex, lesbian couple, the writer and the detective, lena luthor doesn't know kara danvers in the very beginning, True Love, Love at First Sight, Alternate Universe, Kara Danvers isn't Supergirl, Dom/sub, Intersex Kara Danvers, Intersex, Daddy Dom Kara Danvers, Sub Lena Luthor, Aftercare, Smut, Rough Kissing, Gentle Sex, Gentle Kissing, Teasing, Moaning, Coming In Pants, Shower Sex, Masturbation, First Kiss, First Dates, Sexual Tension, Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Girl Penis, G!P Kara, Making Love, Kitchen Sex, cute kisses, Pure Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xLORhb

#IFTTT #supergirl #sanvers #maggie sawyer #alex danvers

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jcmorrigan · 5 years

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A long time ago, my friends put my nickname (Jacey) into the “fanfic generator” with Papyrus as my ship, Sora as my best friend, and Eraqus as my rival

Context: I selfshipped with Papyrus, I love Sora like a little brother, and I want to bash Eraqus’ skull in

This is what happened

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Jacey stopped and gazed into space. Oh no. It was happening; She couldn't help thinking about Papyrus again. She tried not too. Desperate to avoid the thoughts that could not be, no, - would not be- held back. But like dozens of unstoppable griffins they came creeping forward till they filled Her brain; Papyruss smile shined like water, as impressive as a venus, it filled the cave network and Jacey was helplessly but willingly absorbed into them. Papyruss eyes were like mercurys.If you rolled them they would go quite far. (Almost as lovely as mine. lol!/AN) Papyruss legs were like a tree. Straight and tight. Papyruss chest was like a Minotaurs. Powerful and impossible to ignore. How could Jacey not be helpless in the face of that?. Jacey snapped out of it. But the thoughts of Papyrus would be back. Would She be able to resist next time? --- Far far away, in a magical far away distant land.. --- Interlude: Jacey was finding it really hard to concentrate at this movement her thoughts kept trying to think of Papyrus. Despite what was happening, it was hard to focus! ---- I'm sooo sorry for not updating! I'm working really hard on some other cool stories As usually, the fandom characters aren't mine, but everything else is! Enjoy! Summary: I suck at writing summaries. Bsides the 'fic isn't that long! I am Jacey. I was sitting behind my desk. I felt the tears well up in my eyes . After Our last adventure, I found out just exactly how cruel people could be. How nasty and inconsiderate real humans actually were. I stared at a picture of a polar bear. A magnificent beast who would not hesitate to kill me but at least it would be quick. Not a overlong conspiracy of many years, just to be unleashed on me when I was at my weakest and darkest moment. When I needed my friends the most. But there had been one tiny ray of light in this whole . I remembered fondly the day I discovered it. It was a tuesday morning I rememberanced. The memories surfaced before my mind's eye and took the most wonderful shapes. Before I well knew it, a single tear welled up in my eyes and trickled down my cheek. Because even when all my 'friends' betrayed me there was one consistant factor in my life: Master Eraqus. And I knew that the rising aspirations between them could never become true, the feelings I had for Master Eraqus were the only thing in this world that still felt true to him. No lies, just that single, pure sense and feeling for Master Eraqus. Alas, I thought to meself hopelessly. Why must they battle? Why must I be destined to destroy Master Eraqus? Can I ever tell Master Eraqus how much Master Eraqus means to me? If only I could. Then all my pain would be over. No more betrayal. No more suffering under the laughter from Papyrus (who told me he loved me, only to stab me right inti the heart at valentines day!). No, only Master Eraqus and my true feelings for Him. A/N Lol this has all been so depressive lol! My next bit will be less dark! Fortunately Sora worked at a newspaper nowadays and he used the database of the newspaper to find out home turf of Master Eraqus's ruffians. Their search led to a night club in the darkiest and stormiest part of Twilight Town. I was a little hesitant to go. It was rather scary and it was dark and stomy in that secting of Twilight Town. But the courage in me was greater than my fear because with my customer service I should be able to accomplish anything, right, I thought to myself. And Sora would join me. So not to fall out of fashion we both donned their most gothyest clothing. I had to admit that Sora looked kind of sexy in that outfit of his. But I didn't dare to comment on that. I instead poored down my soul into my make-up. I bore gorgeous blood-rose coloured finger nails with black streaking zig-zags and gave Sora matching treatment. Sora lovely eyes met mine and for a moment we were both swimming in a pool made of a gorgeous combination of their eyes colours. It was romance we knew, but we didn't know whether it was a forbidden one or not! Then we went off and defeated Master Eraqus. --- And then, at the worst possible moment. It happened. Again. Jacey gazed at Papyrus. It was impossible to resist this time. Like a hangglider Jacey was pulled towards Papyrus. It was a like breakout in a war. It was a like a musket piercing through Her heart. It was a like magnets. There was No resisting. No mercy. No longer anything else mattered. Papyrus looked shocked and then...and then...not shocked. He had known all along. Of course. How could Jacey have been so stupid? Those long looks at eachother,the times they gazed at the stars together, the candle lit dinners. The tender hugs.. It wasn't just friendship. It never was. It was more and Papyrus had known all along. "I knew" Papyrus said. "oh" Jacey said, realizing all this for the first time. But there was more...Papyrus wasn't pulling away. He was pushing tighter. Holding Jacey like a wild ferret. At some point their clothes came off. They got ripped in the process of the pashioning She didn't care. This is what She had needed for so long. too long. Week. maybe more. But this was now now. Jacey and Papyrus together at last! They canoddled like lovers and just kissed.. They cuddled a lot and then held hands. Afterwards they looked at eachother as if for the first time and had a cigarette. But they knew they must leave. They didn't want anyone to see. Their forbidden love must remain hidden for now. Perhaps forever. Jacey took one last look at Papyrus. "Goodbye my snuggly one" "Love you too, my one and only Jacey" And then they departed.

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oncillabrigade · 1 day

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Might have accidentally started writing a Jason lives AU, which I'm glad to report is exactly as full of angst-potential as him dying, but the angst is DIFFERENT. And really, isn't that what AUs are all about?

Also the one scene I've actually written is very funny, so there's that.

#jason todd #batfam #jacey writes #jacey rants #fanfic writing #the doc title for that document is #jason lives tim breaks his nose #it's an accident #his brothers are so proud #bruce is PANICKING

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crashing-a-jeep · 5 years

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Yellow: Preface

Guess what? It’s a Paul McCartney fanfic of my own creation. Find it on Wattpad here. But I’m going to post the preface here on tumblr and if you find it interesting, please keep reading on Wattpad!

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Paul McCartney and Jacey Bishop were two names always said together, it was like peanut butter and jelly or fish and chips. It seemed as though they were constantly with each other , whether it was at school or at Paul's work, but it was always platonically...right?

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The pair sat in Paul's room. He plucked away idly at his bass while Jacey was stretched out on his bed reading a psychology book she had found in the library. Every minute or so Jacey would say a random fact about what she was learning and Paul would hum in response or in an uninterested tone say "Oh really?" as if he were listening. Jacey would just roll her eyes. She knew her Paul, and her Paul would always become enthralled in any musical instrument he touched.

Today though, Jacey had come across a rather interesting fact that actually got Paul's attention. "Paul, did you know that being in love is identical to being hooked on cocaine?"

Paul looked up from his bass with an amused look. "That's bullshit," he snorted.

"It's in my psych book, so that means it's true," Jacey said matter of factly and wrote the information down neatly with her number two pencil. "It produces equal chemical euphoria and has nearly similar effects on a person's brain."

Paul's interest was peaked. He set his bass down in it's case and sat down on the bed. "Let me see the book," he motioned for her to give it to him. Jacey picked up the book and handed it to him. Paul's eyes skimmed the page and found the fact. He read it over a couple times before sighing. "I guess your right." He handed the book back to Jacey who smiled triumphantly.

To Jacey's surprise, Paul got up and picked up his bass then sat back down on the bed again. The wait shifted slightly on the bed causing Jacey to readjust, but she didn't mind. Paul continued to play his bass. It was a pleasant noise that filled the quite room and Jacey smiled to herself, Paul really was quite good. Every once and a while Paul would peer over at her book, trying to act inconspicuous, and read one of the facts.

According to some psychologists, human beings are not capable of being "just friends" with members of the opposite sex.

Paul blinked slowly, trying to adjust to what he read. As soon as he went to read the sentence again, Jacey snapped the book closed, having just read it herself. Paul quickly pretended as if he had been focusing on his bass the entire time and Jacey glanced back at him. She set the book aside gingerly, intending to look up that specific fact on google when she got home.

Paul plucked at his bass and played a simple bass line, one he had made up. He muttered some words to go along with it and Jacey watched him. "I've just decided books lie," she blurted. "So that cocaine thing, I completely admit that it was probably bullshit."

"I actually believe your book," Paul stopped playing and looked at her through the mess of hair that fell over his eyes when he looked down at his bass. He straightened up and pushed his hair back. "It makes sense. Like, every time you leave them you want just one more hit, one more dose, because then you have to wait what feels like a lifetime for them to come back before you can feel that addictive euphoria again." Paul's eyes made timid contact with Jacey's and then he went back to plucking at his bass. Jacey looked at him with raised eyebrows, when did Paul become such a poet?

"When did you learn how to be a poet?" Jacey asked jokingly.

Paul shrugged. "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet," he quoted Plato, one of Jacey's favorite philosophers. Jacey's cheeks heated up and she quickly shielded her face with her hair so Paul wouldn't see. Paul, on the other hand, felt his cheeks turn crimson as well. He looked down at his bass and began to pluck it again, completely aware and embarrassed of the fact that he had admitted some type of feelings toward his best friend. But they were still completely platonic, weren't they? Jacey and Paul, Paul and Jacey, just like it was in middle school and elementary school.

The moment was too profound to be completely forgotten, but was purposely ignored for the simple facts of convenience and habit. It was the fear of change that held each other back. Well, that and the utter lack of courage on both sides. In the midst of the pair's unidentified emotions, there was one major question that was asked by peers and adults and strangers, but never said out loud by either Paul or Jacey.

What the fuck were they?

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Kiernan Shipka as Jacey Bishop

"What am I supposed to do without you?"

Paul McCartney as Himself

"Sometimes, its all too much, but then I see you."

John Lennon as Himself

"Macca, I would like you to know, that you really are a dumb shit."

George Harrison as Himself

"I'm only quiet because I'm listening."

Richard Starkey as Himself

"I make no promises about the advice I give you."

Lana Condor as Dot Rhone

"Music? I like real art more than wiggly air."

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This story is a modern AU which takes place in Liverpool. Everyone is aged around 16 and 17 and I’m not familiar with the schooling system in england but it’s set in a high school type of environment. So they will graduate when they are 18 but I won’t mention the grade or anything like that. Please read if you liked at least this much! And the gif of george came out HUGE but on wattpad it looks normal so... I really don’t know how to fix it lol.

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anicez-shamy-blog · 6 years

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Shamy - sharing a long scarf! - based on the fanfic of @nerdforestgirl 💕

The lovely Jacey wrote 13 winter themed stories and they can´t be more beautiful and cute, this one is based on the first one she wrote. I did the sketch right away when I read it but you know I been super busy to finish, but finally here it is!. If you didn´t read her stories yet, you can find it here.

Hope all of you are having an amazing Christmas and I will back on track soon, thanks for your always support! 😘😘 Merry Christmas!! 😊🎄

#anicezIlustration #anicezshamy #Fanart #drawing #digital drawing #shamy #shamyfanart #Sheldon and Amy #Sheldon Cooper #amy farrah fowler #art

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ao3feed-dctvfemslash · 4 years

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Oh.. Detective Luthor season 1

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xLORhb

by sabie_the_artist

Words: 2210, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Oh... Detective Luthor

Fandoms: Castle (TV 2009), Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Other

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xLORhb

#sanvers #alex danvers x maggie sawyer #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #supergirl femslash

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rrickgrrimes8 · 3 years

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The Purpose ~ Jacey Grimes

Chapter One - Repercussions

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"What did you want to do?" Jacey asked.

"What do you mean?" Addie answered the girl.

"Like when you grow up? Before all this happened?"

"I can't tell you," She blushed, "You'll laugh."

Jacey looked down at the beauty who had her head resting in her lap, "Why would I laugh, you dork?"

Addie smiled slightly, "You just would... it's embarrassing."

"Would it make you feel better if I tell you what I wanted to be?" Addie nodded her head at Jacey's compromise, "A cop."

"Like your dad?" Jacey grimaced at his mention, although she saw it coming.

"Yeah... he was so brave. Even if it led to him getting shot, that's still what I wanted to be."

"What? Brave?" Addie tilted her head, still blessing Jacey's eyes with her wide smile.

"Yeah, that and I guess I wanted to make him proud, I wanted to protect people like he did," She paused, frowning softly, "But I guess that's impossible with everything that's happened."

Addie beamed at the girl wanting more than anything to take her pain away, "You protect me... you'll always protect me." Jacey stayed silent, so completely happy with this moment. "And for what it's worth, I'm proud of you, and I'm sure he was too. I mean how could he not be," the dark-skinned girl admitted, "Look at you, you're a badass."

"Thank you, Addie. And I will protect you, I promise," the younger girl let herself fall back onto the grass, Addie remaining on her lap, "But I can't help but realise you've yet to say yours."

Addie groaned, lifting slightly to look her into her blue eyes, "I uh... I wanted to be in the navy."

"No shit, I did not expect that, but I can see it. You're quite the badass yourself," She paused, "Any reason why?"

"Uh yeah, my older brother was," Jacey felt the girls' mood suddenly change, "I always thought he was so cool... 'Fighting bad guys and living the dream,' he always used to say."

"Where is he now?" She inquired.

"God knows he was overseas when it happened so your guess is as good as mine. He's alive though I bet he is."

"What was his name?"

"Jaeden," She replied, "You would've liked him. He was so awesome. I remember once back before he joined my dad was out for the weekend some business trip or something. Jaeden decided to invite the entire block for a party at ours. I for one was extremely against it but he insisted. He said to me, 'Addie you gotta get your shit together and live or it's all gonna pass you by. I'm doing this for you, so you can have fun, so you can make a memory,'" she reminisced smiling softly, "It was actually a going away party but he just didn't have the heart to tell me."

"Your dad ever find out?" Jacey simpered.

Addie nodded, "Oh god you should've seen his face... he was so mad but Jaeden took the blame like he always did. I miss him."

"You're right," Jacey acknowledged after a few minutes, "I would've liked him."

Jacey was yet to move from her seat in the RV. In fact, she was yet to do anything at all. She hadn't eaten, hadn't slept and she certainly hadn't spoken. The funny thing to her was that she didn't feel angry at her father for stealing that opportunity away from her, she didn't feel the pain of Addie and Mitch's deaths or even most recently Jacqui's at least not to the extent she did days prior and despite what her group thought she was staying silent because everything was too much for her. She was staying silent because she simply felt nothing at all. Jacey was in a state of nothingness, oblivion hell even numbness whatever you'd like to call it. For days her feelings were everywhere, she screamed, cried, laughed. Christ, she even tried suicide and now she was completely and utterly exhausted. So exhausted in fact that she almost felt free without the weighing pressure of her feelings. Jacey wanted to say it scared her but she knew it would just be a lie, nothing scared her anymore. Not even the walkers that roamed past them every so often could scare her. She truly felt nothing at all.

"Baby you gotta get up okay?" Jacey heard someone tell her, "Or at least eat something please." The voice was pleading with her now and she pointed out to herself that they sounded so close to tears. She knew the voice belonged to her mother without even looking as she'd tried this same thing 5 times already, the sadness in her voice vaulting every time she did so.

"C'mon, Jace, talk to me. You can't ignore everyone forever," Lori huffed knowing well enough that her daughter did have it in her to ignore everyone forever, "Please, baby."

This time, however, Jacey did move. The young girl lifted her small fist at her mother bringing her middle finger up towards her. She apprehended that Lori had stomped away angrily and fed up, which almost brought a smile to her face - almost.

"Jesus, kid, you hell-bent on everyone hating ya?" This time she recognised the accented voice as no other than Shane Walsh. Jacey lifted her finger once more this time in his direction, "Oh you're doing it to me now, great." She imagined he would've rolled his eyes at this probably distracting himself with something with his shotgun. "You know she's only trying to help ya. You don't got to be such an ass about it," She could tell that Shane was tired with whatever she was doing but it didn't matter to her and she wouldn't stop because her bitch of a mother asked so politely.

Shane looked out of the RV window, spotting Carl, who was half-ass playing with Sophia and frowned. "You know you're breaking their hearts right, Jace? Carl hasn't smiled in days, your dad hardly saying a word. Do you even know what you were going to do?" He pressed, waiting but still knowing he wasn't going to get an answer, "Suicide, Jacey! Death... you would be gone. You would've left them all behind. Does that not bother you at all?"

Jacey waited a second before shifting her vision towards him, "No." Her words were sharp, not an ounce of regret coming from them. "No, it doesn't. Not at all," This time she laughed, a small one but it was clear what it was.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Jacey? What the hell is wrong with you?" Jacey was certain that the man was angry even though he wouldn't allow himself to show it.

"Too much," She smiled, "Too fucking much. A-and I knew that. I got that and I told dad. I told him and yet he still forced me to live... he took my choice away. I'm a sick person, Shane, I know and you can hate me, all of them can for all I care but that's not going to change the fact I don't give a fucking shit." The former police officer didn't say a word, too stunned at her upheaval.

"Rick should've left me there," Jacey added bitterly.

"It would've been wrong. You're just a kid. Leaving you there would never be the right thing to do no matter how much you begged," Shane brought his hand to his chin, "It would've been wrong."

Jacey chuckled fakely, "So's fucking a married woman but that never stopped you."

The RV fell silent and Shane was so glad that it was only them who occupied it right then, "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, Walsh."

Now the man grew nervous, which wasn't necessarily a familiar feeling - had they been that obvious? Shane sat back into his chair, sighing as he did, "How did you know?"

"I didn't, not until just now," Shane deadpanned, "I just witnessed a little too many longing stares." Jacey laughed at his tough demeanour shattering as he once again looked out the window at her mother.

"You can't tell no one, alright?"

"Why? Thought you'd love to break my parent's marriage up," The strange girl brought her legs to her chest and observed how the man struggled to answer.

"You just can't, Jacey. Promise me you won't?" he said fearful, knowing the father and daughter were close.

"Yeah, yeah whatever Walsh wouldn't dream of it," Jacey swore, "But just know I have a habit of breaking promises."

"This isn't a joke, kid, don't say nothin'."

"Alright, jeez Walsh get off my back," She joked but Shane remained unimpressed, "As much as I'd like to hurt Rick, you don't deserve to get hurt in the process, neither does Carl."

"Thank you, kid," Shane smirked, "Now will you please go outside and catch some sun you're looking paler by the minute."

Jacey looked out of the window to the place they'd had stopped for a break and sighed, "Only if you join me." The officer nodded at her request and followed her out of the vehicle.

Lori was first to notice the pair. She was surprised and almost angry that he had done the thing she'd attempted to do the last few days. Rick was next but he could barely meet her eyes. A familiar feeling arose at the sight of his partner with his daughter, a feeling he first felt way back in camp when he held her back from fighting him. A feeling of jealousy. He didn't like it, god no he didn't. He hated feeling so envious of the man for having some sort of relationship with his daughter compared to the broken one they shared. Carl was last to see as he looked up from playing Sophia's checkerboard on the floor of the small clearing. He was furious with the girl, which wasn't something he could hide, not like he wanted to anyway. Carl hated how she abused the power she held over him. He hated how she would go from being his sister to being a stranger, someone hellbent on getting herself killed.

"Do I look tanner yet?" Jacey joked as they sat against some tires.

"Like a shining star," Shane chuckled adjusting his hat before taking it off completely preferring the feeling of the sun shining straight on his head. "Here take this," He handed over his cap to the girl, "Don't want you getting sunstroke after being holed up in there for days."

Jacey smiled at his almost fatherly actions and planted the black hat, that held the word 'police', on her head. "What are we doing now, by the way?" She inquired.

"Making our way to Fort Benning," Jacey scoffed, "What? It's our safest option."

"I don't know why yall keep lying to yourselves. Fort Benning is gone, so's the government. We saw that with our own eyes at the C.D.C."

"Where do you suggest then, princess?" Jacey said nothing, "See... anyways that's the plan we're going with so suck it up, alright?" She merely nodded before leaning further against the stray tire.

"You alright?" Jacey didn't respond though, not having it in her to find the words - was she okay? Was this what okay felt like?

"Are any of us?" That shut Shane up as he peered off, overlooking the group. "I should uh... I should probably go talk to Carl," the girl mumbled standing up and dusting off the dirt from her pants. She walked off before Shane could answer which he didn't care much about.

Jacey felt relatively nervous as she proceeded towards her family. She saw Rick look at her with hopeful eyes, which she avoided and grew closer to Carl. "Can I talk to you?" Jacey appealed.

Carl gazed up to his older sister, "No."

"No?"

"You heard me right," the boy muttered looking back to the game they were playing.

"C'mon Carl, don't make this harder than it needs to be," She challenged.

"I said no," Carl insisted not bothering to cast his eyes back to her as he spoke.

"Please," Jacey pleaded with the young boy and bit her lip as she saw his hands clench into a fist.

"What don't you understand about no?!" Carl snapped, "Why can't you leave me alone? Like we all know you want to," Jacey didn't reply confused, "Don't look at me like you don't know."

"I don't know what you mean, Carl. I want to be around y-"

"No, you don't! You made that clear enough," Carl halted, breathing heavily, "All you do is leave me, Jacey, and I don't want to talk to you, to let you try to explain yourself b-because I know I'll believe you." The girl looked to his brother motionless, "I'll believe you and you'll leave again! You'll break every promise you make to me so I'll save you the bother of even making them. Just leave me alone."

"I'm sorry," she undertook now looking into the boy's bloodshot eyes.

"No, you're not... If you were you wouldn't have left me when all of this started, you wouldn't have left me to go back to that girl and you wouldn't have tried to stay with Jacqui and that doctor," He cried standing up, ignoring the stares he got, "I wish you stayed at the C.D.C."

Carl marched off into the direction of one of the cars while Jacey wouldn't move an inch.

"Well, I wished I stayed there too!" She screamed back at him after getting over her initial shock. The teenager roughly pushed past her father, who had now moved in her way and entered one of the cars.

"Jacey come back here!" She heard a male voice shout to her. Jacey ignored him, of course, and took her seat in the same car Carl had just entered.

"Leave her, Rick, she needs time," Rick looked to his wife disapprovingly.

"She just tried to kill herself, Lori, and you want me to let her run off feeling God knows what," He choked, the reality of the statement settled in with the pair shortly after. Their daughter had tried to end her own life. "Hell if I'll leave her alone again," Rick tried to leave his wife but she held him back.

"Give her time, alright? Carl and her need to talk they can't do that with you around," Lori told him.

Carl refused to look at his sister as he continued to stare out of the front window. "Talk to me please," The older girl begged.

They stayed quiet for a long time until Carl spoke up, "I don't want to wake up tomorrow and you to be gone."

Jacey sighed, "You won't-"

"Don't. Please don't lie to me," He shuddered, "You're my best friend, Jacey. How do you expect me to be okay without you? How could you even dare to try and do what you did at the C.D.C.? Did you even think about me? About what would happen to me?"

"I thought I was doing you all a favour," she watched as her brother cried, unable to comfort him in any way.

"You're selfish Jace. That's all you are and I will never forgive you for that." Memories flashed to Addie's words, words that pained her to hear but it hurt more hearing them for her brother.

"I'm sorry."

#the walking dead fanfic #rick grimes #carl grimes #lori grimes #jacey grimes #Amandla Stenberg #Kaya Scodelario #the walking dead season 2 #normality is death #book two #fanfic #fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #rick grimes fanfic #the purpose #the purpose book

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