#there was supposed to be an ocean but like I WASNT READY

[sleepyangelkami]

loved loved loved calefaction!!!! I'm not sure what you consider a request or not, but when does the picture that Jason took at the end come into play? (this can be a part two or just a new plot)

DIVULGENCE (j.t)

a/n: im so happy you enjoyed the last part, thank you so much for the request, hope you like it! sorry it took so long! warning: this was written in the beginning of 2023 when my writing was not that great !!

pairing: redhood!jasontodd x fem!reader

summary: part two to calefaction. after an uneasy meeting with jason todd the morning after he had slept in your apartment and an awkward coffee arrangement with his brother, you come to terms with what you have seemingly always known.

warnings: kissing (dont get stds kids), enemies to lovers, jason todd being a loveable prick, dick being a shipper, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread ❤

word count: 4,723

part one here

you knew from the moment you awoke in your bed alone, something was off. it wasnt as if anything appeared to be out of place or something drastic had happened when you were asleep but there was something you simply couldnt place, it was just... off. when you lifted your head from being stuffed into a pillow, you noticed that the presence of the man who once slept in your bed was gone. you ignored the pang, however, that struck your heart and brushed it off. you were being ridiculous, you hadnt seriously assumed he would stay the whole night? had you? and after all that, what were you expecting, you and jason hated each other or at least you were supposed to but to think you'd wake to him sleeping soundly next to you was laughable.

with groggy eyes, you slowly rose from the bed and rubbed your face, kneading the soft skin together as your feet hit the ground, allowing what was left of the silky blankets to fall from your skin. your throat felt dry so you opted for a drink.

you realised that it was actually rather late for you to be awake, usually you would be up and ready much before the clock could strike nine but for an odd reason you had managed to sleep in until half past ten, strange, it was almost as if someone had switched off your alarm before you could wake. nonetheless, you ignored the off feeling in your stomach and simply descended down the staircase, ignoring your god awful bed head of hair, just knowing that you looked like nothing other than something that had just swam up from the bottom of the ocean.

you cursed yourself through the hallway, muttering words of insults to yourself, incoherent as you practically hexed your own mind and body, how had you been so obnoxiously stupid to believe the man would stay the night? of course he had only been there in the first place because dick had told him to, perhaps he knew he wouldnt make it back to the manor and so he settled for your bed, you were an idiot to believe anything else. it was hardly as if he would actually-

"morning." eyes snapping up instantly at the sound of another voice, inside your very kitchen. you would be lying if you said you had expected a groggy looking jason todd with his hair tousled and dishevelled, a phone in one hand and toast in the other. suddenly, you stood a little straighter, your hands had moved to your own knotted hair to instantly matt the strands down as best you could as if you truly cared for his opinion on what you had looked like when you first woke, but you did, you cared so much.

"morning." clearing your throat as you moved towards the counter, acting as if you hadnt been utterly shocked to see him there, sitting in one of your own kitchen chairs as he greeted you... politely. there was a furrow to your brow as you popped your own slice of bread into the toaster. you and jason had always spoken, whether it was an argument or a simple conversation with one too many jokes that hit close to home but by all means the man wasnt exactly the nicest person you had ever met and he certainly never spoke politely to you.

but you soon realised, all good things must come to an end eventually you just wished he had lasted a little longer. "So, good sleep, then?" but you knew just by the tone of his voice, he had something on you for he would never have had that smug smirk or that complacent timbre to his voice.

your brows furrowed into a knot, head turning towards him with a confusion stricken face as your toast finally popped from the toaster. "yeah... you?" still baffled to the reasoning for his leer that lay on his pink lips. All while grabbing your toast with two slices of kitchen paper before taking a seat at your kitchen table, across from the man.

"Oh, yeah." his grin only widening but still, you looked at him perplexed. "great sleep, real warm." you nodded suspiciously but nevertheless took a small bite from your toast, it was nothing to worry about probably something along the lines of his normal boasting that he managed to fill almost every conversation with. he was an arrogant man, that much was for sure and it most definitely wouldnt surprise you if he had turned into that same man once more by the time morning came. the man that had been awfully sweet last night was long gone by now. "y'know, it was almost like i had a stuffed animal with me."

and now your heart began to pick up its pace. you were sure that you had hidden all of your secret stuffed animals into the bottom of your wardrobe, you never left them out in fear that your vigilante friends would find them, you were not looking for one of them to start on you for you were sure dick grayson would never let you hear the end of it, your awfully large stuffed toy collection. "uhm." your breath caught in your throat. "what do you mean, jason?" a fake thin lipped smile as if to prove your innocence that had not yet been found guilty, or so you hoped.

"well, to put it like-" then he stopped, scratching the bottom of his chin and glancing upwards, thinking. "let me just show you." your eyes went wide though they dialed down a little when you saw him pulling out his phone and not one of your giant teddy bears. when finally you were met with his screen, you shifted in your chair to get a closer look. craning your neck up, lightly pushing your body forward but as soon as your eyes fell on the picture on the screen, you were sure that your heart quite literally dropped to your ass.

with wide eyes you stared forward at a photograph that you could only assume had been taking a couple of minutes ago, maybe an hour or so. your head, laid on the mans chest as if you truly were a stuffed animal, clinging to him as if desperate for heat. his arm was draped across you too but you paid no mind to that and instead tried to fight the instant pink that rushed up to your cheeks. "so what do you think? should i pursue photography?"

"jason you can't show that to anyone." believe it or not your reputation was indefinitely worth more than a picture of you cuddling into your supposedly sworn enemy but you couldn't help but feel the anxiety begin to build up. "please delete it."

he placed his phone on the table, his head slightly falling to the side. "what will you give me if i do?" and suddenly you found it hard to breathe. it wasnt the photograph that had made your knees feel so wobbly or your head feel so dizzy but instead at the way the man had managed to look at you, as if awaiting your answer, as if you had one.

his eyes never strayed from yours, locked together like one and it had your head gears turning in all directions. what was he hinting at? and why did he do it with such a look on his face that made you feel so utterly powerless. and why had you loved the feeling of weakness under the mans stare?

before you could so much as part your lips to respond, you were, thankfully, cut off by the door opening and closing. your head snapped back to see what it was, thankful to any lord that was watching now for if you hadn't been interrupted, you weren't too sure what you would have done. "hey, guys." never in your life had you ever been so thankful to see dick grayson in the flesh.

"hi." a smile falling on your lips yet even so you couldn't push away the worry that jason had that god awful picture on his phone and how he was ready to share it to the whole world, and how on earth could you stop him? the feeling set in at the pit of your stomach, the realisation of what you had done, cuddling into him in your sleep, the mere thought made you want to hide under a rock and never come back again. it was either that or hitting your head against the table right in front of you and you didn't exactly wish to cause a scene.

"he wasnt too bad was he?" ruffling his younger brothers hair as if he were a parent collecting their child from a babysitter. jason wore a scowl, pushing the mans hand off of his head but nevertheless dick only shovelled some of the other mans toast into his mouth.

"i never am." he protested with the same scowl still sitting on his face, watching his older brother steal his food.

you watched dick let out a playfull scoff but nonetheless sent him a reassuring smile, as if you weren't on the verge of hitting him already. dick gave you the same thin lipped smile, happy that you too had agreed with his statement even if he didn't. "thanks again, y/n/n, appreciate it." but jason no longer wore any expression at all, his teasing smirk long gone and his scowl slightly softened as he watched dick and you speak, old friends that looked to be so much more. for the first time in almost forever, jason was quiet. dumbstruck.

"not a problem, really." a small beam on your face, attempting to make it look like jason hadn't truly annoyed every last bone in your body with your last conversation. eyes adverted from him but his never left your face, travelling from your forehead through the slope of your nose down to your chin and over and over again, as if every time he were discovering something new.

"well, can you still let me take you out for coffee for a thanks?" jasons eyes squinted and his brows furrowed, head turning up at dick who didn't so much as look his way. was he seriously flirting with you right now? in front of his little brother? and for some odd reason jason felt sick to his stomach. he wasn't quite sure what it was that made his heart fall to his knees but before anyone could say another word he was grabbing his phone and making his way out of the apartment. your eyes travelled across the room along with his figure, a furrow to your brows as he all but stormed out of the flat, ignoring the pair of burning eyes on him though he made sure to slam the door on the way out. you turned back to his brother, confused. "don't worry about him, he'll be fine." but that did nothing to soothe your worries. "so... about that coffee?"

it took you not only a minute to accept his offer for going to get coffee, it wasnt as if you liked the beverage but that wouldn't be a problem, you'd simply buy something like a sprite or a fanta and that was exactly what you did. so while you and dick had made your way towards a table, you spoke about every day things all while taking sips from your fizzed drink while he blew his coffee, then taking sips. you knew he was a little too addicted but he'd never compete to tim drake, that boy simply lived off the beverage though you were not too sure that was great for his health neither his physical or his mental.

"whatcha thinkin'?" his voice in a playful tone but nonetheless he had a hint of seriousness in it, he always used jokes and sarcasm to get into peoples heads. this was no unusual for either of you, two friends getting drinks together, as always though every time an old woman would pass you for a couple you always winced as he instantly came to defend the fact that you were siblings, even though you were not but he needed some sort of an excuse otherwise you'd be there for days listening to the old women.

your chin came to rest on the palm of your hand. "the way jason stormed out earlier, i wonder if he's okay." you spoke in a low voice. jason had always had his outbursts and while sometimes it left you rolling your eyes, annoyed at the fact he was getting annoyed at everyone else for something so small, you always still felt a pang of guilt, like there was something you should have done, should have said and by the way he stormed out of your apartment that day, he surely didn't look to be too happy.

dick sighed, looking towards you with a serious expression etched to his features. "y/n/n, trust me, he's fine. he has these tantrums all the time for no reason, you know jason every little thing pisses him off, he was probably just bummed that i didn't ask him for coffee instead." you nodded with a small sigh. it made sense, for jason to be angry about something so utterly little but you were still worried for him, you wanted to call him, make sure he was alright but you knew better, after all, you were still supposed to hate him, one night in the crazy l/n apartment wasn't bound to change that. "can i ask you something? and i want you to answer honestly?"

dreaded questions that left your stomach swirling, something you certainly weren't ready for right now but nevertheless you nodded your head with a small quirk to your lips. "of course." he could talk to you about anything, you'd always be honest with him but by the seriousness in his voice, you were sure to regret your decision.

"do you have feelings for my brother?"

your eyes buldged from your head. "look, dick, tim is great, i mean it, lovely guy but seriously, i cant-"

"not tim." rolling his eyes as if you were stupid now your eyes only widened further.

"well that's just inappropriate!" you exclaimed with nothing less than an astonished look on your face. "damian is twelve." you hissed at the man to which he face palmed.

"i'm not talking about damian, either." you settled back in your seat slightly, now finding it a little awkward that you had thought dick was assuming you to like damian. he was great, really funny when he wanted to be but by no means did that mean you liked him. "come on, y/n/n, it's like im sitting here with a bag of popcorn waiting for you and jason to kiss already!"

watching him with saucer eyes and awestruck, you closed your mouth, only for it to part open once more. "dick me and jason- we hate each other!" you hated him when you met him because he hated you when he had met you, it was one sided surely but soon it turned to be a mutual hate that kept both of you on your toes and you certainly didn't need it any other way.

his eyes rolled instantly at your words. "say the word hate all you want but we both know it's not true." you didn't respond to that, aggressively sipping the drink in your hands as your eyes left his, glaring down at the table as if it were jasons face. "i've got a pair of eyes, you know, I see the way you look for eachother in a room, that nose scrunch you make when he talks."

this time your mouth formed a sort of pout. "I do not!" you protested though sinking back into your chair. "do you think he hates me?" a tilt of your head and a crane of your neck. you wouldn't admit to your longing for some sort of attention from the man but you couldn't help but ask. your sworn enemy, the man in which you were supposed to despise with every being in you, yet you found yourself anxious pondering the thought if he had such feelings for you.

dick sat up a little straighter, placing the coffee cup on the table. "jason's not exactly happy go lucky, we know this." giving you a pointed look from across the table. "but he doesn't hate everything in the world, believe it or not. he hates the joker, he hates himself and i'm pretty sure he hates anyone that takes up too much room but he doesn't hate you. in fact, the little bickers that you guys have, the sarcastic.... squabbles, it just makes him like you more." your brows knotted together as you pushed your fingers against the others, fiddling. "he likes that you fight back, he likes that you don't take offence to everything he says because god knows he's not the sweetest of the bunch."

a sigh passed your lips. "how do you know all this?" you knew the relationship between dick and jason but by the way dick was speaking it was as if he were in his head.

"y/n/n everyone knows how jason feels about you, we also know how you feel about him. oh, by the way, tim and i kind of have this bet going so if you could ask out jay first that would be great because i really want that ten bucks."

now your brows furrowed together in fake offence. "i'm only worth ten bucks?!" crossing your arms in an annoyed manner.

"no, i'm just poor." he fawned sadness before letting out a chuckle as you giggled yourself, you both knew he wasn't poor, the son of gothams infamous billionare. his eyes glanced down to the watch on his wrist. "i gotta get back to the manor, you coming?"

now it was time to stutter in your movements, juttering as you looked down at your phones time, contemplating the offer. "i don't think i should." after the conversation about a certain member of the family, you didn't think it would be best to be around him despite your growing worry for how he had stomped out this morning.

he groaned. "come on, y/n/n, you won't even see him, promise." but a part of you was hoping you would, that ounce that jerked every time his name was mentioned and every time your eyes caught his own. "besides, tim is dying to see you."

you didn't need telling twice. "tim's back?!" but you were already getting up from the seat, your coat clutched between your fingers in excitement of seeing your favourite batboy, not that you'd ever admit such a thing to dick grayson.

it didn't take long until the awaited manor was in front of you and it certainly didn't take long for tim to come dashing out of the house to see your face. in no time you were sat in the game room, a chess game sat in front of you and damian across from it, dick grayson laid sprawled across the couch that you had your back against and of course tim was watching the chess game from the sidelines, cautious to catch out any cheaters.

you werent a batkid and truthfully you didn't think you wanted to be, the hardship was something no one could endure you still werrent too sure how they pulled it off but you would be lying if you said there was a place you felt more comfortable in rather than where you were now, surrounded by your favourite people in the world. it was as if you were home, not just in the walls of your apartment but home, not many people truly understood that feeling.

"checkmate." and as soon as the words left the twelve year olds lips three groans were heard. you had lost the game once more, groaning as your head hit the back of the chair, dick flaring his arms up and tim studying the board as if he had missed something. damian had managed to win every single game you had played, it was truly becoming unfair but you didn't miss the tinge of a smile when he saw all of your disappointed faces.

"how?!" tim cried as his hands went straight to his hair, pulling on his long locks.

"you're too good at this game." dick commented as he plucked the cuison from the chair he was sitting on tossing it across the room but of course damian had dodged it with ease.

"or maybe i just suck." you spoke with a soft bite of your bottom lip, you too studying the board. how had he won so many times? and how had you let him? you were supposed to be the good one at this game though you knew ultimately the only one in the whole of the bruce wayne manor that could beat you truly was damian wayne and no one could beat him. "i'm going to the bathroom, don't kill each other while i'm gone."

"you better win next round!" you were only able to dodge the pillow coming towards your head thrown by dick grayson right before you ducked through the door, he was always the one with the post rage when it came to these games. he thought competitively, tim thought logically, damian thought in many ways though you only ever thought in the sense that would you could have the most fun possible, you created that for everyone around you.

you giggled to yourself as you walked down the hallways you had known off by heart, they were the place you spent most of your time if not in a room of the manor, come to think of it you were sure you had spent much more time here than you did your own appartment. the hallways were quiet as usual, it was a god awfully huge manor.

to say you were caught off guard by a quick yank of your wrist was an understatement.

you felt fingers capture the skin of your wrist, enclosing over you before instantly snatching you from your place in the hallway and instead into a room, you didn't get to so much as look at where you were before your back was hit against the wall, eyes going wide as your mouth parted. eyes instantly darting up, they came in contact with brown curls you'd recognise anywhere and that chiseled jaw and nose that could only belong to one man. "jason? what the hell? you scared me half to death!" attempting to free your wrists from his hold but when he didn't allow you to move, you glared up at him.

"do you have feelings for my brother?" your jaw went slack, was he serious? this was the second time you'd been asked such a question today and you were nearly as shocked as you were before.

you wanted to protest, to instantly yell no and exclaim, tell him you'd never like dick like that, that he was just a friend and it would continue to be that way until the day you died but something inside you told you not to, to play along, to find out if this was the real reason he stormed out of your apartment that morning. to find out if he shared the bundle of feelings buried deep inside you. "so what if i do?" you saw the way his face fell, the way his brows softened and his grip on you slightly loosened. "what's it to you? it's not like you've ever cared about me before." though you knew, it was a lie. when you were hurt, so was he, when you had invited him into your bed you felt... at ease, so he had to care even if it was just for a moment in his life.

"you're a fucking idiot, y/n." he seethed and watched as your brows furrowed together in hurt, then to anger, who was he to speak to you like that? he had no interest in you before but now that you had gotten seemingly closer to his elder brother, he was all over the fact and for the first time in his life, brought you into his room.

"and what are you, then?" anger thick in your voice. "what were you thinking would happen when you drag me into your room and then accuse me of being in love with, excuse me, dick grayson." you often bickered but there was something about your tone of voice, he never truly shut up in an argument but this time, he couldn't find words. "you're the idiot because you can't put behind your own stupid wall you've built to keep everyone out to realise that i don't like dick- i like you!" when you said it, you finally realised just what you had admitted to. but even then, you didn't falter, you didn't move your eyes from his own. you took in his shocked face, the way everything softened above you but you didn't stop. "and the fact that you had to second guess it says everything. do you think i'd let someone i hate into my bed for the night? do you think i'd care when you get hurt if i hated you? you're the idiot because i've been in love with you since i met you and you always acted like you hated me when i did nothing wrong!"

and then came silence.

that eerie silence that had you wishing you had never opened your mouth, you realised that his hands had fallen from your wrists, you could leave, he was practically shoving you out the door, really for if he wanted you to stay, he would have made that happen. you felt stupid, how could you admit something so utterly stupid to the one man you were supposed to hate the most but you didn't hate him, you always knew that. you were told that he was mean, rude, and incredibly dangerous, you shouldn't be around him so why had you felt so pulled to him in the first place? that was the thing about love, it always seemed to happen with the people you didn't want it to, the people you especially couldn't.

"i have to get back." a low mumble that had created so much nose in the nearly deafened room. you moved yourself from the wall, attempting to get away when suddenly, the breath was knocked from your lungs.

your back fell against the wall once more, but this time the man wasn't towering over you but instead his lips were on yours.

they were soft, smooth, something you never would have guessed with the roughed man though his calloused hands had made it to the side of your face, one on each cheek. he had kissed you. you always knew there would be a day where you couldn't deny that you didn't hate him but you had never thought he'd actually kiss you. the kiss wasn't rough and certainly wasn't too much but it was just right. the man, the dangerous, scary man, was being so soft and gentle you almost forgot it was him. his hands kept your face in place while his lips moved against your own so slowly. your own hands travelled up, behind his neck was where you settled for though you couldn't deny the excitement bubbling inside your chest, the sparks that flew just like in all of the love stories you had read. here you were, with your sworn enemy, kissing him.

you only parted for air for you were sure that if you went on any longer, you may actually loose your breath. your eyes travelled up once more, to see the man's face, you wondered if he'd be angry, if it would all go away when morning came. you were worried that something so sweet could turn so evil. a part of you expected him to be gone, as if it were all in your dreams but instead, the man stood in front of you, his hand still grazing your cheek.

"I've waited a long time for that, sweetheart."

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[onskepa]

I don't think I've asked for angst yet.... so, Can I get Lo'ak x (dying)female reader

where the reader gets shot instead of Neteyam. I Dunno, maybe she got in front of Neteyam or tackled him and that's why she got shot instead of him?

And-

I just realized what would make this sadder is that Lo'ak confessed to the reader as she is dying-

Why do I do this to myself?- T^T

Hi! sorry this took a bit, I had to mentally prepare myself for the angst I was getting myself into. A FUCK! I cried a bit. So if this makes you cry then I did my job. Enjoy!

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Tirey

Fire. Explosions. Smoke. Screams. Death.

There was supposed to be peace. There was to be joy, happiness, blissfulness, laughter, and happy moments. Life was to be full of gifts and great moments, learn and grow and thrive. But no. Never again. And never again will things be the same.

Once again the RDA returned. And again they come with their tools and weapons to destroy another planet, another life.

Lo'ak has seen many things in his life, both good and bad. But he tries to make the most of what he has, and honest to Eywa, tries to be more than what he is seen as.

So when the RDA captured spider and his siblings. He knew what had to be done. But like everything else, things never go as he wanted.

It all happened so fast...Why wasn't he faster? Why did he jump first?

Tsireya, tuk and himself were saved by neteyam, payakan and his dear friend human friend Tirey. Both were quick to cut the binds that held them at one spot.

"come on, who's the might warrior?" tirey would teasingly ask him as she cuts his binds. Trying to make light from the situation they were in. He rolled his eyes but his alarms were ringing high. After cutting his binds, she was quick for tsireya and soon everyone was free.

"come on! lets go lets go!" neteyam says, quickly shoving everyone to go overboard. Tuk and tisreya jumped to find kiri, ao'nung and rotxo ready to help them. Tirey grabbed lo'ak's hand ready to jump with him when he halted, suddenly remembering.

"we have to get spider! we have to get him!" lo'ak says as he grabs a gun from one of the dead humans. Neteyam and tirey shared a look. They knew it be a risky thing but spider was their friend. "We better make this quick" neteyam says. The three grabbed weapons as means to arm themselves in search of spider. Slipping through the pipes and hiding behind big machines, climbing on hanging machines, they managed to find spider. But he wasn't alone.

With a quick ambush, the three jumped down and knocked out the men that surrounded spider. Spider catches on and fought the humans back. Tirey knocked a man down but her strength wasn't enough, the man turned to grab his gun but lo'ak was quick and shot him dead.

Just when things calmed down, spider spot Quaritch. "we gotta go now!" he said urgently. Tirey saw him and tried to shoot but lo'ak held her gun down and pushed them to run, ducking quaritch's bullets. "AT LEAST ONE BULLET!" tirey argued, "another time!" lo'ak replies as they make haste. Having to drop down their guns.

"thanks for saving me!" spider says as they run. Tirey huffs a bit, forming a smile, "you OWE us big time spider!". The charm of Tirey. Always makes things positive in a moment of danger. A method to calm herself and others down. But only that can last.

Lo'ak and tirey smiled. Getting near the edge. Yes! It's almost over! They will go back to the island, get treated, probably have a long lecture from their parents, eat the best fish, and cuddle and have a nice sleep. Everything will be fine. Everything will be as it was. And lo'ak can finally tell what he wanted to say to tirey and they would-

"NETEYAM MOVE!" screamed tirey as they all fell down to the ocean.

All swam up, cheering at their escape. But one wasnt.

"ow!! ow! I got shot!!" winced tirey in pain. Trying to keep herself up float. Hearing that made lo'ak's heart stop. No no no! She couldn't have been shot!

But seeing red surround her, they had to act quick. Tsireya was there in time with an ilu, lo'ak and neteyam helped tirey get on, lo'ak taking control of the ilu with neyetam in the back holding tirey as she bleeds.

"your sisters are still up there!" tsirey said, neteyam looked back at the ship, heart broke of the choice. "We cant go back! we have to go!" spider and tsireya hold on to the ilu as the made it to a giant rock.

Lo'ak gently placed tirey down as she was breathing weakly, trying to keep herself awake. Feeling panicked, he didn't know what to do. Neteyam had to react quick, seeing the wound bleeding close to her heart, lifting her up to see the back. Doing how his father taught him.

Neteyam felt dread. She isn't going to make it. "pressure! put pressure!!" he guided lo'ak's hands as means to add pressure into the wound. Tsireya wanted to help, but she had no medicine with her. Feeling useless and can only watch as sweet tirey clings on to life.

"please please please...!! come on, hold on a little longer!! " lo'ak beggs. Tirey tries to laugh but it was just too painful. Feeling the pain grow all over her body. She tries to speak. "c-come on lo'ak....!! I'm n-not weak....!".

Jake and neytiri made it to them, jake seeing tirey wounded made his heart break. "kid come on, stay with me!" he tries, his voice giving away he is scared for her life. With a Shakey arm, tirey points somewhere among the smoke. "kiri.....and t-tuk....!! agh!!" *she winces in pain as she breathes harder. Neytiri looks at where she is pointing at and understands, but the matter at hand she couldn't ignore.

"we have to get her to ronal!" neytiri says urgently. Jake looked at her shaking his head, "she wont make it..". Lo'ak denies it and leans in more to tirey.

"y-your going to be ok..! j-just please!! please hold on a little longer..!!" his voice cracks, begging tirey. All she could do is smile weakly. Lifting her hand, she gently places it on lo'ak cheek in a loving matter.

"I'm not going anywhere...."

Not being able to keep it in anymore, lo'ak had to say what he wanted to say every since they met.

"tirey listen to me, I l-"

"I love you" she smiled. Her voice clear as if she wasnt in pain.

All stood still for a second. Everyone hearing what she said.

"I love you lo'ak. I always...." the light in her eyes fades, her smile dimmed but there on her pretty face. Her hand landing at her stomach. Her head and body now limp.

"tirey? tirey?! no no no!! please!! please please!!" lo'ak shouts. He screams at the top of his lungs, angry. At himself, at the humans, at everything.

Neytiri held her son close, as means to comfort him, while neteyam, grieving in his silent way, gently removed tirey's mask from her face. He will forever be grateful of her sacrifice. Taking the bullet for him. But guilt was there in his heart. Guilt that she had to die instead of him.

Everything was a blank mess after that.

Wasn't long that the metkayina people held a funeral for tirey. The first human to be given such a treatment. After hearing of her sacrifice, it was only right.

Lo'ak took lead, tears still running down his face, his family following close. All grieving for their dear friend. When it was time, lo'ak gave his first and only kiss to tirey on her cold lips. To cherish it in his mind.

Together, the sully family swam down with tirey's body. Letting the yellow tendrils take her body down.

Lo'ak wanted to reach out one more time but neteyam was there to hold him close. Letting lo'ak cry his heart out. Never to see the love of his life grow, be his mate, his other half. Never to have be a family with him, laugh or cry or any of that anymore. Never again.

It is as Tsireya says, the ocean gives, and the ocean takes.

Ok that is all folks! Hope I did justice. Now excuse me as I go wipes my tears-

Tirey = Life

#avatar #na'vi x reader #avatar the way of water #na'vi avatar #na'vi x human #avatar 2 #lo'ak #kiri #jake sully #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak fanfiction #lo'ak imagine #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x you #lo'ak fic #lo'ak x fem!reader #lo'ak x human reader #neteyam #jake sully x neytiri #neteyam x oc #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neytiri #tuk x human reader #tuktirey #tuk sully #tsireya #ao'nung #rotxo #angst

[vxiphoid]

៚ BREAK ALL RULES !!⟢

❨ skateboarding with ruggie ❩ omg an actual fic😧😧!!! oh look its those two best friends that clearly have feelings for each other but wont admit it… KISS ALREADY. i need to start writing for more characters, i love savanaclaw too much😞 ooc ruggie (just to be sure), mentions of injuries, cursing, extremely bad explaining for skateboard tricks goodbye, not proof read, other than that tooth rotting fluff<3

⌜ 1k+ words⌟

♫ take me to the sun - d4vd & who - 웨터 (wetter)

“OH FUCK—“

“ruggie!? ruggie, are you okay?!” the camera immediately dropped as you slid down the ramp to assist your friend, landing in this crooked position with both of you somehow in the frame. ruggie was curled up on the pavement when you knelt down beside him, worry splashed on your face. it wasn't until you were kneeling by him did the faux hurt disappear from his face.

“i think i fell for you.”

then he shot you a cheeky little wink. you stared blankly at the man sprawled in front of you. ruggie had to purse his lips to stop himself from laughing, your expression was priceless. you looked like you'd just been scolded for some sort of transgression—y’know, before you finally realized he was teasing you, which prompted to you start attacking him with everything you could muster. “you absolute asshole! i thought you actually hurt yourself!”

ruggie, on the other hand, balled himself up and protected his head with his arms as he cackled. “ow, fuck— don’t hit me, i’m already injured!” he wheezed between chuckles. your punches got lighter and lighter till they were nothing but little pats on his shoulder and ribs as his contagious laughter effected you. and eventually the two of you collapsed into hysterical giggles, covered in dirt and scratches but happy none the less.

“you done watching that video? it’s your turn, you know!”

ruggie’s voice snapped you back to reality, the video playing from your phone quickly forgotten as quick as it stole your attention. it was supposed to be a simple video of ruggie doing an ollie since he was so adamant about actually having it down this time yet… he turned it into a corny pick up line after brutally falling on his face. you’re totally posting this on magicam.

you placed your phone down besides you, sliding down the small ramp for the umpteenth time tonight. “yeah, yeah, im coming!” ruggie chose the perfect night to practice skateboarding for the moon was at its fullest and the stars were all out, lighting the whole area with twinkling luminescence. it really made things look ethereal, especially in contrast with the street lamps nearby.

ruggie had found this skateboard a month back and there was this run down skatepark near the school so you both decided, hey, why not give some tricks a try. all the bruises and cuts definitely made your teachers and some students concerned but at least you were improving every now and again. it didn’t take long for ruggie to get the hang of it, at least sort of. there was this one trick you saw online that completely peaked your interest and in attempt of trying it, you ended up with a bloody nose. nothing was going to stop you from mastering this trick though, and if that meant getting bruised up more then so be it.

ruggie was squinting at his hand as you approached him, “i think i did actually cut my thumb when i fell, though.”

you rocked back and forth with your hands deep in your (rather, his) puffy jacket like the biggest shit you could be. “unfortunately for you, were all out of hello kitty bandaids.” he snorted at your words, turning around to face you properly. small scratches littered his face along with brightly colored bandages in different shapes and his smile wasnt as bright as his ocean blue eyes. he nudges the board towards your feet, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater before offering his hand. “ready?”

ruggie didnt miss how careful you were taking his hand and the slight squeeze you added when you stepped onto the board. your other hand flew to steady yourself as you put your other foot on the board. you glanced up to see him biting his bottom lip as his eyes trained on your shoes for any sign of unsteadiness or discomfort—like you might topple over if he weren’t looking. his concern brought a faint warmth to your heart as his gaze flickered to meet you, he was being so gentle with you. his hand loosened slightly on yours but you held on tight enough so he couldn’t pull away. “you good?” he asked with furrowed brows as his gaze lingered on your face. “don’t want you fallin’ off—“

“no.” you interrupted, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “i’m ready.”

for extra measurements as ruggie let go of your hand, his fingertips hovered over yours to make sure you weren’t going to fall, his hands quickly missing the warmth.

you started off slowly, gliding across the ground gently. ruggie followed suit closely behind, watching carefully to ensure no accidents happen. the wind blew past your faces, tickling your cheeks as you gradually picked up speed. he watched you smile to yourself, the glint of pride in your eyes.

it was only after you’d kicked off the ramp did he feel it—the familiar tug of your magic. the wind was working with you, your legs lifting off of the floor as you went higher. your back foot going under the board and flipping it back around, letting out a whoop that ruggie was sure he hadn’t heard from you before. his mouth opened wider than ever at your display—the wind was pushing you faster than he’d seen you move before. you seemed to glide across the concrete, never once breaking your stride. though when you landed, albeit a little off balanced, your eyes lit up like you had one the biggest teddy bear from a rigged claw machine. your face was glowing too, almost glowing like it could reflect your joy. your giggle rang through the chilly night air like music to his ears, and as soon as the feeling passed he felt it return tenfold. you were so fucking adorable. “did you see that?!”

ruggie braced himself for impact as you ran towards him with your arms outstretched, jumping and tackling him to the ground in one swift motion. the momentum caused the both of you to tumble onto your backs, your bodies pressed together tightly. his breath knocked from his lungs yet nothing stopped him from laughing along with you.

he pushes you away, scanning your face. “you’re okay, right? no scratches?” he reached up to cup one side of your face, gently wiping away a tear from your eye that rolled down to your nose. you were such an emotional little thing, it was absolutely endearing and god, he loved seeing you like this.

“of course i am! who cares?” you exclaim, knowing by heart that ruggie would catch you if you lost control of the skateboard mid-air. he always did.

your noses were brushing up against each other as you spoke, his eyes flicking down for a moment before darting back up. your lips were inches apart and if his heart was beating loud enough for the both of you to hear, it surely must have been so damn loud, you couldn’t miss the flutter of his breath against your face.

“i do.”

and maybe it was his tone, maybe it was the way he was staring at you in that way he was—so intent and full of emotion. you swallowed the lump in your throat; maybe it had something to do with the way he was gripping both sides of your face. maybe it was the warmness of his hands on either side of yours—you didn’t know and you didn’t particularly care. the urge to press your lips against his became too strong.

but he did. he leaned closer and closed his eyes, and suddenly you could hear the loud beating of your hearts, deafening even, as his lips brushed against yours for mere millimeters, yet your entire body froze in place. his touch was light at first, a feather light kiss that sent shivers down your spine. but before you knew it you had threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss in hopes of convincing yourself that you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t. it felt just as amazing as you dreamed of, warm and comforting as you melted into his embrace while pressing deeper into the kiss with passion.

ruggie pulled back with a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours in awe. a grin stretched across his face, his eyes still closed and a dazed look plastered across his features. he could see why everyone always said that love makes fools of us all, because he was absolutely sure he looked like a total buffoon.

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#omg lil rug rug😧 #KISS MEEE KISS ME WITH YOUR EYES CLOOSSSEED #HELP IVE NEVER BEEN SO SINGLE??? #THREE POSTS IN A ROW??? #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst fluff #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst wonderland #savanaclaw #twst #twst fic #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #twst ruggie #twisted wonderland savanaclaw #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #ruggie bucchi #ruggie headcanons #ruggie fluff #twisted wonderland ruggie #friends to lovers #ftl

[witla]

Sharing a bit of Weirdo's Underworld quick doodles of redesigns/tinkering with their designs

First with Weirdo himself

I was thinking of making him chubbier, also maybe I'll change his suit too, I need an opinion or two 🤔🤔

Hoops

Only changed a bit his hair, his jacket too, so it can look more accurate like an university jacket, and his sneakers to have more shape, also a bit of Weirdo x Hoops here c:

Enigma

Also have a more chubby shape, They were suppose to be chubby but I think I didn't draw them like I was visioning, thankfully I think I got them this time!, also changing their shoes for boots!

Mezzosoprano

Just changing her dress and shoes,

1 to look more like an opera dress,

2 a bit more traditional

Still juvenile/young since she is 23, (or in her 20's maybe I'll change some ages too), I can't decide which one I like more 🤔

Potion and Skid are ready!

Potion

changed a lot, mostly I was bothered by her dress and hair, also adding freckles, it makes her look good!

Skid

wasnt a big fan of his first design, his hat looked stupid, so the second I made him a more fresh/2000's look, I'm even a big fan of his new rollers!

Thats all of them for now The ones I'm planning to redesign/tinker more later are: Ocean, Lucky, Trim, Climate, Rampage, maybe Virtue Doctor and Quantum look fine by me! for now

#an doodles #shit doodles #weirdo #hoops #enigma #mezzosoprano #potion #skid #weirdo's underworld #Im mostly satisfied I just need some opinon or two to be sure if its settled

[my-mt-heart]

Hi MT,

Im french and i needed to vent about something. I watched the finale when it aired in english. I cried and screamed with joy when he said i love you.

But i rewatched in yesterday, and for the first time, in french. I could not wait to hear "je t aime", also because i love the french voice actor who is quite famous here in the "dubbing" world. But i disgress.

So i watched it in french, with my popcorn, ready to hear "je t aime" . Guess what?

They translated it in... "i care about you, you know" and she answered the same.

I am fucking mad.

What were they afraid of?? That we dont consider it platonic enough?? Im curious to know how it went in other languages, if anyone can help....

I mean if in the original language they were not afraid to use i love you, platonicwise or not, why would they change it in french?? Its bad enough that all the other carylers hates us now because of te spin off 🤣 (joking... hopefully)

That said, Caryl is not the only one who suffered from it.

Rosita's "i'm glad it was you in the end" became "im proud of what you became" which litteraly doesnt mean... the same at all

The guy in the helicopter said to Rick something like "its like HE told you", dont remember the exact words but it definitely was a HE, and it became "I told you". In one case, you hear abt a mysterious character that viewers will probably meet in the spin off, in the other case it means nothing special. Please correct me if im wrong now i have doubts. It was a HE right?? In english

Anyway, i can tell u that it definitely wasnt i love you in french and im pissed beyond mesure.

Im sorry that i cant bring anything positive, i just needed to talk abt it with someone. My friends watch twd but they dont care abt shipping ...🤷‍♀️ lol

Also, now i know that even when i love the french actors that beautifully dubbs my favorite characters's voice, its still better to watch it in the original language... so much is lost in translation, or worse

Some languages translated “I love you” in a romantic context, others didn’t. It’s a really tedious task going through scripts and making notes to avoid miscommunication, and some things unfortunately get overlooked. I don’t think that’s the case here though. The real issue has nothing to do with the dubbing at all, it was the insistence on keeping Caryl’s relationship ambiguous. We can talk about body language and micro expressions all day, but the bottom line is Caryl fans shouldn’t have been expected to connect the dots for themselves after waiting years for the payoff. It was an obvious marketing ploy, a way to put a band-aid on the spinoff fiasco while making it safe enough to reinvent Daryl in the spinoff 🤦‍♀️

The thing is, Caryl fans still cherish that milestone in their relationship. Daryl spoke with conviction. It was a promise, not a goodbye as some have put it, so how the hell are we supposed to buy that he’s feeling uncertain again in the spinoff? How is that “tension” going to make us feel anything other than irritated? Carol is riding Daryl’s bike, crossing a damn ocean, and probably retracing his steps to find him. What’s Daryl doing to get back to her, specifically her, not just “people.” Not just “them.” 🤨 I don’t want to waste my time looking for subtle clues here and there. If the payoff starts with Carol, that’s whose story I want to follow to get there.

Sorry, I had some venting to do myself. I have no clue about the helicopter scene lol

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

[pesterloglog]

Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 5815-5819

GG: Is everything ok?

TG: yeah he just wanted to make sure i dont hate him like yall do which you dont even

GG: I... see.

TG: so im just talking to him a bit to help him not feel bad

TG: sorry

GG: That's ok.

GG: You were saying?

TG: i was gonna say why i finally quit drinkin

TG: i mean if you want to know

GG: Yes.

GG: Actually, once you did stop, it made me finally realize it was a problem for you for a long time.

GG: And I didn't say anything at the time, but it made me wonder if I wasn't doing the right thing before.

GG: By failing to point out you might have a problem? Or just going along with it and participating in lively banter any time you clearly had too much to drink?

GG: Was I just being a bad friend?

TG: nah it wasnt your responsibility to fix my shit

TG: and anyway i think i made it hard for anyone to come at me like it was a real problem

TG: i was always joking around so much and havin a good time like kind of overzealously so

TG: that i probably just made people feel like a shitty wet blanket for even mentioning it

GG: How long do you think it's been a problem?

TG: i dont know its hard to say exactly when i started getting real carried away

TG: just at some point i discovered a load of my moms centurys old booze in the house

TG: and i didnt have much to relate to her by except her books

TG: so i felt like drinking was a way to be more like her

TG: or be closer to her kinda

TG: and there was nobody around except the silly chess people

TG: who in a way just made me feel more alone

TG: cause they reminded me i was only one of two humans left and the other was an ocean away

TG: so little by little

TG: i got out of hand

TG: and one of the only things i had to look forward to was the idea that the game was supposed to be able to bring my mom back

TG: assuming i even decided to help the batterwitch out by playing at all

GG: But it turned out you couldn't bring her back. At least not the way you thought.

GG: So what was it that made you finally decide to give it up?

TG: well

TG: thats pretty much what it was

TG: when i first went to lopan i saw my sprite there

TG: so i got out my bottle of momslime and was all ready for the bestest most poignant reunion ever

TG: and thats when the juggalo struck

TG: and i just knew the witch had fucked me over AGAIN

TG: cause what other hag is insane enough to get juggalos to do her dirty biz nigh exclusively???

TG: NO HAGS BUT HER

TG: and i was so pissed and so distraught about that goddamn clown squandering my sprite

TG: so i got crazy drunk and felt the super sorriest for myself i ever did

TG: but little did i know there would be a lovely silver lining to the debacle

GG: Dear, sweet, precious Fefeta!

TG: :3

TG: she became a great friend

TG: and whats more was she told me not to worry

TG: that my mom would be comin anyway and all i had to do was wait a while

TG: and i believed her cause she knew stuff + was THA BEST

TG: so thats when i decided to clean up my act

TG: i didnt want her to meet a sloppy embarrassing mess of a daughter

TG: even if she did like to drink at some point it was kind of a childish idea that doing so myself would make me closer to her or help us bond or whatever

TG: anyway i think i might of overestimated her drinkin habits

TG: she sure didnt look like no drunk

TG: oh!

TG: jane did i mention

TG: i saw her in a dream today!

GG: No!

TG: shes real young tho

TG: like our age

TG: and she looks so pretty and happy

TG: not like a girl w booze challenges

TG: i think her fav color must be orange just like dirk

TG: she was wearin the same sunny orange nighty deal i caught a glimpse of her in v briefly another time

TG: and oh...

TG: she also called me mom?

GG: Huh?

TG: huh is right

TG: u know im really not sure if shes actually my mom

TG: but i do know were totes genetically related somehow

TG: i just think theres more to it than we know

GG: I guess we'll find out!

GG: Whoa...

GG: The whole place was shaking for a moment there.

TG: wut

#homestuck #jane crocker #roxy lalonde #homestuck act 6 #page 5815 #page 5816 #page 5817 #page 5818 #page 5819 #homestuck act 6 act 5 #homestuck act 6 act 5 act 1 x2

[enbyeddiediaz]

thinking abt a conversation that goes something like buck saying "what, you don't think I have panic attacks too?" and eddies head snapping up to look at him concerned before buck continues "I couldn't even look at the ocean or a pool or the bathtub for godsake after the tsunami without feeling my throat close up. so you think I'm any less for that? that I'm weak?" and eddie shaking his head and going "of course not" immediately and then buck going "so why do you feel that way about yourself? why aren't YOU allowed to have an understandable reaction to an awful situation?" and eddie knows that for him it's not totally about the shooting, it's also about his relationship that he doesn't really want to be in, the pressure he puts on himself to have this dynamic family with a dad and a mom but it all feels like a performance. like he's not doing it for himself or bc he genuinely wants it, but bc it's what he's supposed to want, it's what's expected of him, and he doesn't want to disappoint anyone, doesn't want to be considered the lonely single dad bc he's NOT, he WASNT, he had.....he had...things (people. or. person technically but...he's not ready to think abt that yet)

so he tells buck "I just....I need to....I should. I should be able to just be over it. that's what I've always done. pushed it aside and moved on" and he looks down at where he's wringing his hands and hears buck sigh and knows what's coming before buck says "eds....that's....that's not moving on, that's repressing it" and now eddie can feel the tears he's been trying to fight pooling in his eyes when he looks up at buck again and goes "I uh. I don't know what else to do" bc he doesn't. this is what he's been taught, he never learned how to deal with things, he was told to shove it down and move on. he didn't get the chance to deal with his emotions properly, to learn to feel them, address them, and deal with them in a healthy outlet. and so buck takes his hands in his and goes "that's ok, you can learn. we can find someone to teach you" and eddie wants to say yes, god he wants to bc he doesn't want to feel like this anymore, but he hesitates. just for a second, bc the idea of someone, anyone, knowing how he's feeling is absolutely terrifying. and then he nods his head and goes "yeah. yeah, maybe I can learn"

#eddie has anxiety i said what i said. yes he has ptsd he also has another anxiety disorder. i know this bc im right #idk this has just been bumping around my noggin for a bit #eddies like 'yeah other people can express their emotions. not me tho' and i think on some level he knows thats wrong but also doesnt know #what to do to fix it #he doesn't know how to fix something and that's terrifying for him #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #911 fox #911 on fox

[bugsabound]

6 for the writing prompts!

6: “i missed you… a lot” 

AH okay this wasnt gonna take so long but i got NERVOUS about actually posting it where people could see grgrgr okay

(Could be read as zadr or zadf)

The sky always seemed to blur in moments like this. The colors mixed and faded into an afterthought as sneakers pounded against the concrete. Dib's heart beat in his ears, blood rushing through his veins, adrenaline crashing over him in waves like an ocean in a storm, threatening to knock him over, to take him down, to drag him out into the sea of madness. The feeling was overwhelming, like fire in his skin, like his blood had been replaced with pop rocks, like his chest had been carved open and inside was the entire sky. 

It was the feeling of Zim. 

Zim was back, he was right there. It was like Dib was in a haze, like the entire world was narrowing to the sidewalk in front of him. To the wet dew on the early morning grass, to the mud slicking under his shoes, to Zim standing there clicking an alien tablet like he hadn't noticed Dib racing towards him like a bullet, to Zim, to Zim. He skidded to a halt at the edge of his yard, panting ragged breaths, sounding as if no one had ever taught him how to breathe. He was dizzy with adrenaline, the world seeming to spin until it was them, just them. 

“Zim!” The name was ripped from his throat in almost a cry, a desperate plea to get his attention. Zim's eyes snapped to his like magnets, a pink hue breaking through those ugly purple contacts. His wig was off center, and his cheek had a light purple bruise that Dib didn't remember giving him. He set his jaw. Dib tried to copy him, if only to stop the trembling in his bottom lip. He exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping in something that felt far too similar to relief. Zim opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but Dib didn't wait for a response. He bolted forward, grabbing Zim and sending them both tumbling to the ground. He wrapped his arms around him tight, like if he didn't hold on Zim would vaporize into nothing before his very eyes. Dib twisted and let his own back take the blunt of the fall, rolling with him in the mud. He supposes this was something akin to a hug. 

Zim let out a strangled scream as he wrestled himself out of Dib's death grip. His pak legs deployed and staked into the soft ground, stopping them from rolling another inch. He managed one blow to Dib's face, setting his glasses off center. He reeled back for another when he realized the boy under him was laughing. He stalled, waiting for Dib to attack him back, but he just smiled a large toothy grin, showing off a snaggle tooth that never grew in right, and a chipped front tooth that was no doubt the result of one of their previous tussles. 

“Asshole!” The laugh punched out of Dib like a truck. He felt stupid for the single tear that managed to seep out of his eye. “Where have you been?” he reached up and dragged Zim down on top of him in another hug. His pak legs felt like a cage from the outside world. Zim wanted to yank back. He knew he was stronger than Dib, knew he could easily pull out of Dib's hold and blast his head off with a laser. But the Dib was gasping into him, a hicuppy laugh that sounded close to hysterics. 

“What is wrong with you?” Zim carefully folded the metal legs away, sitting up onto his knees and inadvertently taking Dib with him. He didn't want to let him go.

“Shit, Zim,” he smiled. “I missed you, fuck…” He shook his head and pulled back to look at the disgruntled alien. “I missed you... A lot.” Zim's eyes narrowed in confusion, like he had somehow fallen into a wrong dimension, like this Dib wasn't quite his Dib. Dib dropped his arms and flopped back into the wet grass with a sigh. “God, I thought I was gonna go insane without you here.”

“You… missed me?” Dib threw an arm over his face, giggling like an idiot, relief washing over him because Zim was here, kneeling beside him, hand still pulled back like he was ready to swing again. Dib didn't mind it, he couldn't bring it in himself to care when the pain stinging his cheek was so familiar. "Well um… of course you missed me. I am Zim." 

Dib actually snorted at the concept lm "Asshole," he mutters again. "You gotta stop leaving like that. I was sure you had died this time."

"Mm, and celebrated no doubt," Zim hummed, dropping his arm and standing to dust himself off of the mud and grass. He fixed his wig, and without thinking, offered a gloved hand to pull Dib up off the ground. By the time he realised what he'd done he had half a mind to yank his hand back, but Dib was already grasping it like a lifeline as he pulled himself off the ground with Zim's steady grip. "Quit blubbering. Your stupid human emotions are getting on me."

"Yeah, yeah." Dib wiped a palm over his watery eyes and settled his glasses back on his face. Despite everything in him, Zim smiled. A crooked smile with sharp pink teeth and nervous eyes that almost sent Dib into another laughing fit. Dib bumped his shoulder into Zim's."Don't look at me like that"

#invader zim #dib membrane #zim iz #dib invader zim #zadr #zadr fanfiction #bugs writing #ngl i saw it was you who sent in a request and my brain short circuted for a full day #i hope its okay i mean i dont usually write stuff so soft #usually theres alot more crying and blood involved hdkdjdksbsk #zadf

[bridgyrose]

Mermay has me thinking, Cinder as a pirate and Neo as a siren(sirens can't talk only sing) with Roman(merman, merfolk can talk), Mercury & Emerald wondering why Cinder 'Best Mer Hunter' Fall is not killing this deadly siren in front of her.

Cinder stood face to face with the siren, sword pointed at the mergirl’s throat. “You dare make any sound that can be taken as singing, and I will not hesitate.” 

The siren stared at Cinder, an amused smirk starting to form with her lips. This woman was not like anyone else who had come to these shores. Most of the others fell for the songs just as quickly as they started, but this one… this woman seemed almost unfazed by the song, intriguing the siren. She pulled back a bit, slipping down the rocks she was sitting on and putting herself back into the water, her brown and pink hair covering her chest. 

Cinder watched the siren, making note of each movement. She wasnt quite ready to let her guard down yet, keeping her weapon pointed at the siren in case any sudden moves were made. But something felt different about this situation to her. For a moment, she felt herself start to drop her arm, lowering her sword to her side. “You… you dont want to hurt me, do you?” 

Ther siren shook her head and splashed her tail in the water before disappearing below the surface. She swam around to the other side of the rock pile, surfacing and grabbing hold of Cinder’s shoulders before pushing her into the water. 

Cinder fell in with a splash, starting to fume a bit. “Trying to drown me?” 

The siren shook her head once again, swimming over to Cinder and then around her, splashing her with her tail before disappearing into the water once again. This time when she surfaced, she carried a small necklace made of fishing line, a couple shells, and a glowing starfish. 

Cinder hesitated for a moment as the sirent presented the necklace to her, starting to wonder what exactly the siren’s plan was. “You’re… giving me a necklace?” 

The siren nodded, gently setting the necklace down on the rocks, waiting for Cinder to take it. 

Cinder slowly picked it up and looked the necklace over, still not trusting it. “And… what exactly is this for?” 

The siren made a few gestures, feigning a song and covering her ears after. 

Cinder slowly put the necklace around her neck. “This… is supposed to protect me from the sea songs?” 

The siren nodded and waited until Cinder had put the necklace on before starting to sing, her voice echoing around the island as it was carried by the breeze from the sea. The song she sang didnt seem to have any words to it, just a series of sounds that brought out the desires of those who listened to it. 

Cinder hesitated for a moment as she listened to the song for what it was, really hearing the siren’s voice for the first time. She slowly moved the necklace in her hand, smiling a bit. “That… really works.” 

The siren finished her song and smiled at Cinder before disappearing below the waves once more. 

“So, why didnt you take this one out? Dont tell me the great Cinder Fall has gone soft.” 

Cinder sighed and turned around to face her first mate, Mercury, and her lookout, Emerald, as the two of them walked over to her. “This one was different.” 

“Different how?” asked Emerald. “You’re the one who says that merfolk and sirens are all the same: pests of the sea that need to be culled.” 

“And like I said, this one is different. I… cant exactly explain it, but she could’ve had me dead to rights before. But she didnt. So, I spared her.” 

Mercury rolled his eyes and started heading back to the ship. “I’m not entirely sure we can really call you “Mer Hunter” anymore, Cin. In the past you’ve never let a siren go even if they spared you. Why’s this time different?” 

Cinder shrugged, looking out to sea one last time before heading to her ship. “I’m not sure. Like I said, something about this one is different.” 

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The siren swam into the depths of the ocean, making her way home and only stopping as a familiar voice started to trail from behind her. 

“Neo! There you are!” 

Neo stopped swimming, using her pink and white tail to keep herself stationary in the water as she looked out to her friend. 

Roman quickly swam to her, stopping just in front of her. “You cant keep running off like that. I’ve told you the surface is starting to get more dangerous.” 

Neo sighed and made a few gestures, trying to tell Roman about the adventures she was having and a plan to make sure everything was safe. 

Roman hesitated for a moment as he “listened” to Neo. “You… gave a mer hunter the necklace? What were you thinking?! If she finds out what you’re doing, she’ll have you killed!” 

Neo shrugged and started swimming off again, not worried about the outcome. Its not like the mer hunter would realize what was going on before it was too late. And then she’d join them, becoming one of the very things she’d hunt. 

Roman followed behind Neo, sighing a bit as he swam. “I really hope you know what you’re doing…” 

#rwby #cinder fall #mercury black #emerald sustrai #neopolitan #neo politan #roman torchwick #drabbles #spicecream #rwby spicecream #mermay #mermay drabbles #the huntress and the siren

[julie-thefatones]

Ghostin || Luke x Reader|| Part 1

A/N: Its been over a year since your best friend Luke passed away, finding it hard to cope with everyday life you go through stages of grief and depression, until one day Luke comes back.....

This story will include flashbacks, when that happens I will put the words in bold.

Inspiration for this story coming from Ghostin by Ariana Grande (if you wanna feel the vibe for the first chapter listen to this song)

Word Count: 1, 384

WARNINGS: Depression, Death, Thoughts of self harm

It had been exactly 1 year and a month, 395 days, 568800 minutes, countless nightmares, countless tears since he.... well, since the incident. Days seemed to go by in slow motion, everybody around you used to ask you if you were okay, give you hugs, call you and see if you wanted to hang out.... you appreciated everyones kindness and words, really you did.... you just couldn't. Whenever you would give in and go out, you would see Luke in every person you saw, only making it harder to deal with the pain. Eventually ignoring all calls and people all together..... Slowly causing the people in your life to fall away from you, until eventually everyone was gone... your parents did the best they could to interact, your sister gave up after 6 months... you couldn't blame her though, she was only 13 and didnt really understand what was going on... the only person that seemed to stick around was your boyfriend Jeremy.

You and Jeremy had known each other since you were just kids. You actually met him through Luke while playing on the playground in 4th grade, Luke had told him the main way to a girls heart was to throw mud in her face.... which he did .... and he learned that day forward not to listen to Luke because most the time he was full of it... but most of the time, he would listen to him anyway.

Jeremy probably understood you more than anyone..... well that was except... Luke. Jeremy understood yours and Lukes relationship though.... even so, you couldn't help but feel bad, you haven't exactly made things easy on him. You wondered time and time again why he stayed with you.... why he loved you... The Body of the girl that was once full of life and there, now standing with a vacancy sign on her chest.... hallow.

You sat in your room watching the rain trickle down the window pane, looking up at the sky.... sometimes you wondered if Luke was watching you, was with you sometimes. You felt the tears start to trickle down your cheek... that was usually your sign to go and lay down, for the pain was to unbearable to stay awake.

Although,Sleep wasnt always your friend ........ "LUKE" You cried in pain, tears streaming down your face, caused by a reoccurring nightmare of when you found out he had passed. clutching your chest to catch your breath, you felt arms wrap around you to hold you closer, a comforting "sssshhh" coming from behind you, it was Jeremy.... you had completely forgot he was supposed to come over. You buried your face into his chest, soaking his shirt in tears as he gently patted your hair until you drifted off to sleep once more. The minute your eyes would close.... there he was standing there with his smirk, and kind eyes getting ready to welcome you into a hug.. this was when sleep was kind to you.

The next morning you woke up to a sunny day, you rubbed your eyes to fully accept the morning, rolling over to find Jeremy looking confused and lost. "Good morning" you said trying to sound as positive as you could, Jeremy just kind of glanced over at you, his eyes slightly puffy.... as if he were crying "Are you okay?" you asked genuinely concerned, even though you were empty, you still wanted to be there for him.. after all he has been here for you this whole time. He looked at you hurt, but like he was trying to understand, biting his lip "What did you dream about last night?" He asked, you could tell in the tone of his voice that he seemed to have already knew, and wasnt happy about it, you thought back about what your dream was about .... You and Luke were hanging out in his room messing around with his guitar, and him looking at you and telling you that everything was going to be okay, and that he was there, and not to be sad anymore..... you looked back at Jeremy "It was just ... a dream.... nothing super big" You said trying to change the subject, "You kept saying... Luke....." He said biting his lip again, you sighed, fidgeting with your pillow "This isnt anything new, you know I have that nightmare where I relive hearing about his death....." You said with a crack in your voice, Jeremy sighed "No... I know that one, when you scream, which did happen... but im not talking about that one.... im talking about the ones after that" He said looking straight into your eyes, "These were different... you kept saying his name, like he was right next you ... and you would cuddle up to me and then say his name." Jeremy said, with almost betrayal in his voice, you played with your hair and then looked him in the eyes "Its nothing.... he just.....sometimes he visits me in my dreams.... or " you paused and scrunched your blanket more up to your face "Or feels like he visits me.... " you said in almost a whisper.... "Its nothing you need to worry about" you sighed hoping he would forget about it and move on "Are these new? or have they always happened?" you pondered at his question, not sure if you should tell the truth, Jeremy was the only person you had left and you didnt want to scare him off too, Luke would have told you to be honest and do what you feel in your heart, and then he probably would have tickled you to lighten the mood, but he would have been right, you always hated when he was right because then he got this cocky grin and would tease you endlessly... you hated it so much .. that you loved it. You sighed "They have been here for about 9 months.... so not the whole time but they aren't new either" You said with full honesty, Jeremy sighed and ruffled his hair, as if he was trying to cope "Okay.... " he said with almost exhaustion and frustration, then he grabbed you and held you next to him "Well, I wish you just.. would have told me sooner" he said kissing the top of your head, you loved that he cared... but you didnt want to tell him .... because then it became real that the dreams in fact... were not.

The nightmares and dreams continued like they always do, you would wake up and live your days like you always do..... Jeremy would try to be supportive like he always did. It all got so monotonous.... you just didnt know what to do about it. The only person that knew how to bring you out of your slumps, the only person that knew how to talk any sense into you was gone... he wasnt there.... so you just sat, going through the motions of every day like a robot on command. Everything around you felt fake, even yourself.... you couldn't take it anymore... so you ran.

You felt the crisp nights air brush against your face as you ran, smell of the ocean wafting in your direction as you made your way to the top of the cliff. You came to a halt right at the edge... breathless. Tears streaming down your face with uncontrollable cries bellowing from within your lungs. You looked over the edge thinking about what you were planning on doing.... you kept thinking about Your mom and dad, your sister, Jeremy..... Lukes parents who still invited you over every Sunday for brunch.... would they care, how much would this hurt them? but then all these thought of everyone in your life disappearing when the pain within you arose again.... you knew that of course they would care and it would probably destroy them all.... just the pain in your heart was unbearable, you looked over the edge once again, taking a deep breath in "I love you Luke" You said in a whisper, tears rolling down your face "Y/N! what are you doing" A voice from behind you exclaimed with caution, and then you felt a hand grab your arm, you looked behind you ...... you couldn't believe it "Luke?"

#tell me what you guys think #this is new fic territory for me #Luke Patterson #Luke Patterson x Reader #Luke Patterson x y/n #Luke Patterson Fanfic #Luke Patterson fan fiction #jatp luke #Charlie Gillespie #Marys fanfic

[losingface-mp3]

analysis of eight by sleeping at last and how it relates to aliveburs character

sorry its not super good, i hadnt done this is a while and this is a few months old, just figures i should post it here

I remember the minute It was like a switch was flipped -wilbur snapping at tommy when he lead schlatt to pogtopia, seemed out of nowhere at the time I was just a kid who grew up strong enough To pick this armor up -he had the charisma and the people to start a nation with violence, but was against it, he didnt want to stoop to dream's level And suddenly it fit -when he came into power God, that was so long ago, long ago, long ago I was little, I was weak and perfectly naive -looking back and thinking how stupid he mustve been to try and run a nation with words And I grew up too quick -was given power before he learned that violence was a necessary evil Now you won't see all that I have to lose -he cant let go of his power, even in pogtopia, when everyone is supposed to be equal, you can see how he takes up a leader-like role And all I've lost in the fight to protect it -canon lives, allies, friendships, his son, ect. I won't let you in, I swore never again -trusted schlatt to vouch for them, but just used them to get on the server to try and get his own power, what if techno does the same thing? I can't afford, no, I refuse to be rejected -'if i cant have Manberg, no one can have Manberg I want to break these bones 'til they're better -he believes that violence solves problems I want to break them right and feel alive -self destructive tendencies and poor coping mechanisms, even before pogtopia, he didnt have anyone to vent to, sure he would smoke with big Q but even then he couldnt tell him everything because he was convinced that it was a weakness. he would yell and lash out at people ruin relationships, ect. You were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong My healing needed more than time -likely something philza said to him as a kid, his dad always said things when he didnt understand the full story, he called him a terrorist only to do the same thing 2 months later When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things I see the familiar -not only is this how he sees himself, but how he sees the people around him, babying fundy, 'you will never be president tommy', 'are you saying i shouldnt do this because of niki?' I was little, I was weak, I was perfect, too Now I'm a broken mirror -reflecting on who he used to be, but also showing how hes become the tyrant he promised to bring to justice, a warped version of all the people he hates I can't afford to let myself be blindsided I'm standing guard, I'm falling apart -he cant let anyone else take advantage of him, so he pushes the people he trusts away so they dont get close enough to betray him And all I want is to trust you Show me how to lay my sword down For long enough to let you through -he wants to trust tommy, he wants to trust the people he loves, but he's scared that without his power he'll be the reason everything and everyone he loves will be taken from him Here I am, pry me open What do you want to know? -talking to tommy and tubbo about how he doesnt care, he will blow up manberg, almost hoping to be asked why, again, there was no one to vent to I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough To hold the door shut -ghostbur talked about how alivebur cried a lot during his presidency and how he wasnt nearly as calm or confident as he let on And bury my innocence -he became callused and more distant from the people he cares about But here's a map, here's a shovel Here's my Achilles' heel -he became dream's vassal, he gave dream exactly what he needed to weaken their shared enemies and himself, and was fully aware that dream knew this too I'm all in, palms out I'm at your mercy now and I'm ready to begin -more about being dreams vassal, how he cant step out now I am strong, I am strong, I am strong enough to let you in -he has cut his emotional ties with l'manberg, it isnt his lmanberg anymore, he's fucked and he will not go down without a fight I'ma shake the ground with all my might And I will pull my whole heart up to the surface For the innocent, for the vulnerable And I'll show up on the front lines with a purpose -he understands that he's become a bad person and he doesnt care but he knows he should so he goes into batle, knowing it would be his last, and hes content with that fact, its for the best And I'll give all I have, I'll give my blood, give my sweat -he will make sure that he, and manberg, are dead An ocean of tears will spill for what is broken I'm shattered porcelain, glued back together again -he knows people will be upset, but theyll be crying for who he used to be, not who he is now Invincible like I've never been -he goes into war with the same air hes had everytime, still acting like he's invincable, like hes at the top of everything, but this time his confidence comes from him knowing that either way, no matter what he does, he will be dead by the end of it all

#dsmp #dream smp #vilbur #wilbur soot #alivebur #pogtopia #tommyinnit #eight sleeping at last #lmanberg #lmanburg #manberg #manburg #song analysis #? i guess

[outsiders-incorrect-quotes]

Ok sorry this fan fic is so long and not my best work but anyways hope you enjoy

TW: cursing

Your pony’s best friend and basically like his sister and you don’t have a boy friend but you have a tiny crush on Dal and Pony but it's hard for you to decide sometimes

“Good Morning Pony!” You said jumping on Pony's bed “ hey y/n” he said turning over to face you opening his eyes

“ Guess what Pony!”

“ What” he said excitedly 

“ Were all going to the beach today” 

“ Really!?!” 

“ Yea, get your beach shorts on” 

“ Alright now get out of here and go get dressed” he said starting to tickle you 

You laughed and rolled around for a few minutes as he tickled you. Once he let go you got up and walked to your room looking down at the floor on your way down the hall you bumped into something and it wasnt a wall, you looked up to see Dallas Winston. “ oops, sorry. Hey dal. What’s up “ 

“ you going to the beach today?” he asked looking down at you 

“Yea i am. You coming with us?” 

“ i dont know, been thinking about it. I dont have any beach shorts” 

“ come here” 

He followed you into your room where you closed the door. 

“ i was gonna give this to you later on for your birthday but,” you reached under your bed and grabbed a box “ you can have them now” 

“ hey! Lookie here. Thanks doll,” he said planting a kiss on your cheek and giving you a hug and walking out of your room. You locked your door and put on your bathing suit, black and white stripes, top and bottom. 

“ hey y/n” you heard from the other side of your door 

“Who is it” 

“ johnny” 

“Ok give me a minute” 

You walked to the door after you finished putting your bathing suit on and let johnny in 

“ what’s up johnny cakes” your asked him searching your room for your leather jacket and shorts. He sat on your bed while watching you search your room for your stuff. 

“ nothing much just came in to say hi to my best friend”

You laughed a bit and then walked up to him and messed up his hair. He laughed and picked you up carrying you out to the living room where steve and two-bit walked in. 

“ hey little mama” two-bit said as johnny set you on the couch 

“ nothing much two-bit what about you?” 

“ nothing much here either just looking at you in that bathing suit” 

“ lay off two-bit” you heard soda say walking out his room 

“Hey soda!” you said giving him a hug 

“ hey y/n” Soda said 

“ Where’s Darry?” you asked 

“ He went to go get food from the store with pony before we leave” 

“ Alrighty then so what do we have to do?” 

“ can you and two-bit go get beach towels from the closet?” he asked looking around for two-bit who was sitting on the couch eating cake with steve 

“Sure, Come on two-bit” you said walking to the closet 

As you were walking down the hall two-bit snuck up behind you and slapped you in the a** 

“ Two-Bit!” you said turning around in furiory 

He laughed so hard almost falling to the ground 

“ hey don’t slap y/n in the a**” Dal said coming out of the bathroom 

“Thank you -” you were cut off by dal 

“ only I can slap y/n in the a**” Dal said moving past you and tackling two-bit into the living room 

You shook it off and went to go get the towels by yourself while they were fighting in the living room. As you took them off the rack Soda came down the hall to help you and you heard Pony and Darry walk in 

“ Get off the floor and come help us” you heard Darry say 

You finished grabbing the towels and walked down the hall with Soda 

After all the groceries were brought in and set down Darry asked “ now what in the world were you two wrestling each other for” 

“ they were arguing about who could slap y/n’s a**” Soda said 

Darry shook his head “ no one is allowed to slap y/n’s a**, so get that in your head”. 

After everyone got everything ready and loaded in the truck. Everyone started calling dibs on who could sit next to you for the 2 hour car ride. “ i'm gonna sit next to johnny and pony, while Dal and Two-Bit learn to act right” 

“ good thinking” Darry said as he got into the truck 

Everyone was all hyped up and excited about going to the beach. “Hey Darry, how long we gonna be at the beach?”

“All day” Darry replied 

“ ok thanks” you said 

“ Who are we gonna bury in the sand?” Soda said 

“ were gonna bury darry” Pony replied 

“Now where did you get this idea little man” Darry asked 

“ Don’t worry Darry, you’ll be fine” Two said 

“Hey two, wanna try and pick up some broads while we're there?” Dally asked looking at two-bit

“ Yea” Two said 

“ gonna pick up some broad then break her heart aren’t you” you said with sass in your tone 

“ what else are we supposed to do all day? You don’t want to hang out with us” Two-Bit said 

“ of course i want to hang out with yall just not when your fighting over who gets to slap my a**” you said reassuringly

“ speaking of which. It’s me right” Dal said 

“No one gets to slap y/n in the a**!” Everyone yelled 

“ fine then, but you know you want me to” Dal said 

You laughed and shook your head 

Time went by with ruckus in the car and you guys decided to stop half way to use the bathroom. You and Dal were the last one’s to get out of the car and as you were walking to the entrance he grabbed your hand and backed you up against a wall. “You know you like me” He said looking down at you “ And what if I do” you said slyly “then you wouldn’t mind me doing this” he said and before you guys knew it you were kissing in the front of a rest stop, when you guys stopped you said “ maybe I won’t” and smiled. He stood next to you with both of you guys standing on the wall and he lit a cigarette and handed it to you while you guys talked and waited for everyone. 

Sodapop walked out and stood next to you guys and started talking until everyone came and got back in the car. 

The next hour came and went faster than you had expected. When you guys finally got to the beach everyone helped unload the truck and set up the chairs and everything. You went to the edge of the shore to feel the temperature of the water but what you should have expected happened and sooner than later someone pushed you into the water and it became and epic battle between you and Two-Bit which then the entire gang was in the water splashing and laughing at each other. After a while you guys decided to swim farther out to a sand bar. 

Hours of fun flew by and you didn't want the day to end .you also convinced the boys to leave the broads alone but of course something had to be given in return so you had to buy them each a pack of cigarettes every month for 6 months and if you didn't there were gonna be consequences. 

The sun was gonna go down pretty soon and one end of the beach was beginning to clear out. Everyone was sitting around eating chips and drinking beers when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see pony waving you to follow him. You got up and began walking with him. " where we going pony" you asked 

" i wanna show you something" he said grabbing your hand and started running. You ran with him until you guys made it to the end of the beach that was cleared out. When you stopped you were out of breath and he at down next to where you were standing and patted the sand next to him indicating for you to sit there. When you sat next to him and looked up you saw the most beautiful sunset ever. " isn't it beautiful?" Pony asked you in awe still watching the sunset 

" wow pony, how did you know?" You asked taking your eyes of the sun and to pony's face

" I read about them once and i watch the ones at home all the time" he said looking at you 

You guys sat in silence for a while and watched the sun sink into the ocean. 

[anotherbeingsworld]

The Last Seconds of Fate

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine) 

Summary: This is my attempt on a rewrite for the diamond scene in chapter 11 with Bryce , but.. I kinda put it in my own twist. 

Inspo: Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Warnings: mentions of dying. Besides that, none.

A/N: It’s back to back fics for now, I just hand in my first ever assignment and why not a celebratory fic djdkdkdk! I may be busy in days to come, but.. I will try my very best to write more! Writing has been an outlet for me this year, and it definitely made me very happy! I hope all of you are enjoying it so far, thank you for all the sweet comments on my past fics! It has been an honour, and I really hope you enjoyed this one too! Special thanks to @fantasyoverreality98​ , @mvalentine​ and @bratzlahela​ for assuring me about this fic! I wasnt feeling much confident about it, but.. I feel proud of it! It doesn’t follow the scene from the book, it is somehow... my own way of writing it! I am very terrified about this, since I don’t want to mess it up. JSDHSJD, enough babbling! Enjoy!! 

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The room was quiet, as it was only Casey and Bryce. Both of them are laying down on the hospital bed, which is too small for their liking. But, nothing ever stop them before. The way his arms were wrapped around her waist. Beneath the suit, as it gave her a sense of comfort and homey feeling inside of her. Somehow, being in his arms felt like being back at home, where she felt safe from the monsters and stories that can be seen on the other side of it all.

It was them against the world, time, and all the forces in between. The day went by as a traumatic experience for both of them, a day they never expected to see. It felt as if the universe is giving them a sign, somehow that life can be very short for both of them. Tomorrow will never be guaranteed, as long as we learn how to enjoy the present.

‘If it was my last night, do you have anything you want to tell me?’ Casey started, earning a look of sadness in his face. An expression that wasn’t well known to the scalpel jockey. It was new, every day she realizes, there was always something new about one Bryce Lahela. The tricks he had on his sleeve that manage to blow her mind, he never failed to be the reason she was smiling every day.

‘Casey…’ The softness in his voice made her heart soothe, as the longing to be with him after all this time.

‘Answer me, please…’ She took his hands in hers, as she lets out a squeeze. His eyes soften, a sad expression was plastered on his face followed by a long silence. Somehow, he was constructing an answer in his mind, and honestly. He can’t think of anything, not even an answer crosses his mind, until he suddenly blurts it out.

‘I love you.’

The words left his mouth, a spontaneous act that he never saw it coming. Bryce felt a pang of nervousness, as the 8 letters left his mouth in a sudden manner. Casey was speechless, as they never made it official, but… deep down, she knows every interaction they had, every kiss, hug, moments they had together was better than anything in this world. It felt like a rare presence that she never expected, but didn’t know she needed it.

Love. It is subjective, as everyone will fall in love, out of love, and maybe not at all. The feeling of comfort of love plays a huge role in everyone’s life. Some say it can be a motivator, and maybe a goal to foreseen at the end of the road; marriage. Or, maybe it's just the feeling of being free with that certain someone, who can lift your spirits up with a snap of a finger. But, being there with Bryce. It wasn’t any of those, it was the feeling of being where we were supposed to be.

She always counted on the odds, reeling on the what if’s as medicine was never about the odds. It was a balance of everything as their goal at the end was to find a cure, in order to make life happier at the end of the day. The love of it all made her realize that this field of career, was what she always wanted. And, everything in her life had to happen which leads her to this moment, where she almost died. Or, maybe she will.

‘What about you?’ He brings up a similar question, as the last three words from his mouth are playing like a broken record in her mind.

‘Me?”

He nods slowly, as he was somewhat curious as they were wrapped around each other’s arms with their own companion, the dark night sky as the time was somehow counting down slowly, as maybe it was her final time being in his arms.

‘I am happy to spend the last night of my entire life with you.’ The words felt like vomit coming from her mouth, a truth that she didn’t know she needed.

‘…It’s not your last night Casey, you’ll be here tomorrow. Waking up happily here, as we presume our life forward with each other.’ Bryce’s voice started to broke slowly, an act that she didn’t see coming.

‘Bryce…’ She gazes into his eyes, somewhat it looked different than the ones she used to see at their early walks to the hospital, or when he scores a surgery. It looked somber, somehow the hopefulness in his eyes was absent leaving a sense of fear and dread that was clouding it all.

He strokes her cheeks, somehow examining it after all this time. The way he looked at you, with a sense of fear in him, as your tragedy cast a storm above his head. Despite being in the hazmat suit, it didn’t stop him from leaving warmth on your cold fingers, stroking it slowly and gently with the similar feeling that he always leave you. A breeze of intensity, and the calmness of the ocean.

In a matter of seconds, the tears in your eyes fall. A sudden reaction that is never expected, it felt like a chemical reaction at that moment as the moments in the past circulates with her.

‘It will never be the last night, this is… you are gonna be alright. You will be alright.’ He strokes her hair, as he somehow is memorizing the felt of her smooth hair, it was a little habit of his. It was a sudden reaction, a way of affection.

‘...how do you know that? I don’t feel like it, it felt like the end; I didn’t get to do anything as this is the final place I am gonna be before I died.’ Casey keeps on talking, as Bryce couldn’t hold it in anymore.

‘No, you are not dying tonight or any night. This world is not ready to say goodbye to you, hell… I don’t think I will ever see the world without you in it. You are staying here, and I-..’ He stops himself, taking a deep breath as she sat on the hospital bed. A discourage look on her face says it all, somehow he has a way of looking past her façade, and the way her eyes cast the sense of worry, he knew something was wrong. He stood up from the bed, making his way around towards her.

He is standing in front of her, as Casey’s head is down. He took her hands in his, and squeeze it lightly capturing her attention once more.

It was silence in the room, the sounds of machines were slowly heard in the background as she started to humming. She loved to sing, but it was always just a hobby; since she had become one of the usual for karaoke night at Donahue’s with Bryce which is one of her favorite memories with him.

So, before you go,

Her voice bounces through the walls, as the sealed room made it much louder. The tears started to fall in between, as the news of Danny and Bobby made her heart cry in despair. They don’t deserve this, they don’t deserve to be the one who had to say goodbye.

Was there something I could've said to make your heartbeat better?

Her eyes gaze into his, a strong inferior behind those emeralds, as an attempt to kept herself together.

If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather

She knew she could do better, she knew she can stop them all by pushing them all away. Giving her a chance to do something once, as Rafael’s state floats in her mind, torturing her. Seeing him that way, as the storm hits her once more, where she stood there hoping that it was going to be her.

Her voice was cut off with a sob, as Bryce leans forward. Their foreheads meet through the glass of the hazmat suit, she wanted to give up. He doesn’t want to let her go, as time is the only essence they had left.

The silence of the night, made his heart leap in nervousness, her heartbeat was still there as she finally falls herself into a deep slumber. The quiet killed him, as he doesn’t want to close his eyes. The fear of her being taken away from him very soon made him wept in silence. She looked peaceful, as the day finally gets slower, where it felt like time was never moving at all. Right now, there was nothing he could do. A soft hummed was heard during the early hours of the day, as it was almost time.

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‘I will always, honestly, truly, completely love you.’ Was one of her favorite quotes from a movie called; Love, Rosie. She told him about her love for it, as they were having a sleepover of their own, a classic tale of second chances and fate.

Fate was sensitive subject, as he always lived his life in a flow. A path that leads him to the unknown, but when it comes to Casey. Someone who waltzed into his life, as a colleague turns to be more, the flow seems to be a back-up plan instead. Seeing herself in that position, made him wonder if fate would ever turn around for her, or for them.

The lights brought him back to life, as the diagnostics team along with the doctors from Mass Kenmore made their way into the room. A pleasant look on their faces gave him a beacon of hope, a small chance for her to fight.

Ethan walks toward him, a small nod was given in his way. Bryce glances at Casey’s figure who looks peacefully asleep, as a brink of tears falls once more. She is going to make it.

‘We will save her Bryce.’ His voice is slow, not wanting to wake her up. Bryce nods with a head full of thoughts and happiness, that he suddenly pulled Dr. Ramsey into an engulfed hug. A sense of adrenaline was splashed out, as he felt himself smiling all the way through it all.

‘Thank you.’

Ethan just nods, a small smile was hinted on his face. Knowing that he would lose a friend as well, during it all. Both of them stayed that way before it was time to test it out. The moment where all of their lives gonna change once again.

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The smile on her face, as the doors were opened to them. The gratefulness on her face, as she ran into his arms. His arms securely around her waist, as she survived. She did it.

She survived, and she is not going to wait anymore.

‘I love you too.’

THE END.

A/N: Heyyy, so I hope all of you enjoyed it! I am very terrified but, hey... i am very proud of it aswell! Thank you so much for reading, and I will see ya soon!! <3 

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WHO: Jude Bright, Beverly Wan, and Alexa Levy WHAT: The Eves dive down to the wreckage to retrieve the black box. WHEN: Day 15, morning NOTE: For future reference.

jude the sun had only just risen in the sky by the time jude had finally stopped pretending to try and sleep to instead gather the other two bozos to head off into the ocean. now, standing at the shore, she squints out at the ocean. “waves look good,” she claims, as if she knows what waves are supposed to look like. swinging the axe in one hand, she takes a breath. “alright, bitches. let’s do this.” they’ve already waited longer than jude would have liked, but the daylight will help, right? “you two ready?”

alexa She follows Jude, her usual dose of confidence hyped only by her competitive nature and need to prove herself. She had been in the ocean on multiple occasions since they got here and she was ready to take this on. “Hell yeah let’s go…” she walks into the shallow end, splashing water over her body as her shiny new bikini reflected the early morning sun. “Best to prime the body for the water, we might be in a while. Though…” she looks over at Jude in a teasing manner. “I’m sure we can warm up pretty nice if it gets chilly.” Somehow she thought they should have been doing this baked but she didn’t wanna throw the sexy into survival. Survival was plenty sexy on its own. “Anyways, how are we doing this? Should one dive in first or two of us or? Damn we should have come up with a game plan last night….”

jude jude is stripped down to her sports bra and boxers, showing off her ginger leg hair, her freckle covered skin, and her incredible rack. it’s the first time she’s been this exposed in front of any of the girls, but she’s too set on the issue at hand to care, and she’s not willing to let her clothes slow her down; this is important. she wades further into the water, letting her body adjust to the cool waves. “uh - two of us should go at once, so we can carry it together. it weighs, like, ten pounds or so. and then, one of us should probably be waiting at the surface, right?” so we don’t all drown, if that’s where we’re at right now.

bev while she expected to be a bit more nervous about this endeavour, bev had actually slept like a rock and was feeling the same pre performance excitement she got back home, so she had a bit of a bounce to her step when it came time to meet the dream team. "I was born ready...actually i was born a useless baby but im like, ready now." bev planted her hands on her hips, hanging back a little as the others stripped down, she was grateful her mental boner wasnt detectable. "alright babes, be careful because i might pass out you both look so hot." she made her voice sound playfully annoyed as she too stripped down to her undergarments, a grey sports bra and black undies with navy planets on them. "yeah, okay, so two dive, one observes and then if someome gets tired we swap? is there like, anything else we need to bring? or just the axe? cause if not lets bounce."

alexa she looks over at bev and is so happy about the overall confidence of her team she can't for a moment even imagine anything going wrong. "we look so hot right now, we really do. charlies angels. that's our team name." she smiles wide and nods. "okay, i wanna go down. good breath-holding and all, we can keep swapping if it doesn't go smooth right away."

jude "better than the bozo boat," jude says, but she's grinning. there's this feeling - this strange, unfamiliar feeling - like, for the first time in a long time, something is going to go right for her. looking from lex to bev, her chest floods with warmth, a trust filling her. the two of them are determined, and smarter than anyone's ever been very willing to give them credit for, and jude loves to root for the underdogs. they're badasses, and they're on a mission, and jude's able to shake off all of the rest of it - her mom, the boys, the reality of their situation - if only for a blissful few minutes, while she's focused on everything else. waiting further out with the axe and the others in tow, now forced to kick her legs to stay afloat as the move deeper, she nods. "okay, so - look, why don't lex and i dive first, and bev, you watch out for us with those pretty eyes of yours?" jude suggests, sunburned face setting into a smile as the ends of her hair grow limp with seawater. while it's not exactly pre performance excitement, jude's exhaustion has given way to a strange jitteriness, each breath feeling cold and new in her lungs. how strange it feels, she thinks as she wades deeper towards the crash, to be in a good mood.

bev :bev:she felt a rush of relief that the flirty tone she had with jude wasnt threatened by the history of jude and lex, and hoped the same would stand for her flirty tone with lex too. "thats cool with me babes, I'll stick with the bozo bitch." she took a deep breath before diving, just to get some sense of where and what the wreckage was, in case she had to go full chivalrous and save these hoes.

jude "sick," jude nods, glancing at bev with a small smile before her eyes turn back down towards the deep ocean. they're getting deeper now, truly deep, and beneath jude is an abyss of inky dark blue. after wading further out, she finally says, "divs said it was here, right? i'm pretty sure it's here," she states, holding the axe in both hands as she kicks her feet. it's not super easy to see from up there, but she's pretty sure this is where divya told them to go, and pretty sure she can see something darker than the water beneath the surface. she takes a deep breath, elation fading off a little. "you ready, lex?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.

alexa she swims alongside them, from the shallow end into the deep and the water gets gradually cooler as they keep on going. cooler and darker and more terrfying. the tides were on their side though, they were hardly pushing at all and the surface of the morning sea was steady and peacful. there was something so serene about looking ahead into the open blue meadows and she'd lost her thoughts for a split second before jude's voice pulled her back to reality. she dives slightly under, wetting her hair and taking a look down. it did seem they were in the right place, but the box may have been deeper than she anticipated. "pretty deep, huh? i'm ready but...we should do a test dive first to check it out, right?" she says calmly. there was no need for concern. not yet.

jude "okay, sure - a test dive, to see how deep it is," jude agrees easily enough. it probably isn't a bad idea to just go and see what the situation is before they head down with a weapon. "bev, look, can you hold the axe? we'll just be a minute. i think," she nods, reaching over to hand bev the axe. "and then, uh - test dive on three, you think?" she asks lex.

bev she nods and reaches out to grab the axe, heavier than she expected her hand dropped but she held it tight. "yep, but im very prone to like, separation anxiety so don't eat each others asses down there or whatever, be safe babes."

alexa she swims over to bev and gives her a quick hug. "no asses will be eaten without your presence love, stay safe and scream if there are sharks, yeah?" she smiles and then looks over at jude. "on three. one, two, three..." deep breath, and she's under water.

jude on three, she dives alongside lex, feeling her ears pop as she travels deeper and deeper under water, blinking against the dark of the sea and the water in her eyes. any good mood she had been in faded as the wreck comes into view. it makes her stomach flip, the plane at the bottom of the sea like that, and briefly, she can't help but think of her mom. quickly, though, she pushes that away, glancing over at lex as they get to the plane. her lungs burn a little, but she's able to shut that down, compartmentalizing the need for air as she enters.

bev "aww thanks, babe." she offers to lex, feeling a little more nervous about her friends being in danger than she was when she first got there, bev looks over at the beach seeing the others and is filled with a determination to prove them wrong about her, and jude and lex. she takes a deep exhale as the two disappear under, doing her best to try to see what she can in there. "this is all very hot and feminist of us, clown." she whispers to bozo, hoping that that sharks were actually roaming....that was a rarer thing than people thought right? classic jaws and discovery channel propaganda.

alexa she follows jude, releasing air periodically to maintain good balance of air. she was using her slippers over her palms to move faster and as they reached the wreckage, ears closed off and pretty far from the bright light of the surface, the water became colder and colder. she swam by the wreckage, suddenly humbled and grateful for the fact they were all still breathing. it was a miracle they survived. a true fucking miracle. -- as she scouted, she noticed the back. divya said that shane said that the box was at the back so she looked over at jude and pointed back. diving further towards it.

jude she followed lex, deeper into the wreckage of the plane, exhaling through her nose as bubbles swam in a trail above her. when she found the box, she waved at lex excitedly, flashing her a thumbs up. now that they knew where it was, they could make a b-line for it once they got the axe. now, though, she needed air - making eye contact with lex, she pointed to the surface, freeing herself from the wreck and swimming towards the milky blue light. when her head broke through the water, she took a big, gasping gulp of air, the noises world suddenly clear and unmuffled to her again. panting, she grinned over at bev, clinging to the bozo boat as strands of wet red hair stuck to her face. "we found it," she informed the other breathlessly. "i think we can get it. i mean, it's pretty stuck, but with the axe... we can get it. can i have the axe?" she asked, trying to even out her breathing, giving her lungs a little rest before she started thinking about going back down again.

bev she slapped at the water with excitement, sending a bunch of it shooting back into her face. "you bitches are legends, fuck yeah." she hands it over to jude, taking a second to look at each of them, making sure they were actually okay. "you guys are good to go again?"

alexa she smiles over at jude as she figures out the other is giving her thumbs up. she found it. they found it. although she would have gone further in to check out the box for herself, she trusted jude got a good look and they could meet up at the surface, rest for a moment before going back in with a more detailed plan of attack. she follows behind her, pretty good with air and as she gets closer to the surface she lets go, resurfacing to a deep breath with her eyes and ears closed entirely. she shakes her head a bit to clear it out and laughs. "fuck yeah! okay, let's breathe a moment and then we go attack. its gonna get harder every time we go down..."

jude the axe was a welcome weight in her hands. it made her feel strong, focused, capable. "we're good," she nodded, catching her breath a little. "one more time, we'll get it in one shot," she says steadily, turning the axe over in her calloused palms. she sits there for a minute in the early morning daylight, until her lungs feel full and normal again. "okay," she nods, once she's sure she's ready to go again, "okay. i'm ready. lex, you ready?" she asks, then she turns to bev. "okay, bev. we're gonna go down. and if we don't come back up in five minutes, you go back to shore, okay? 'cause, that means... well, you know what it means. so if we're not back in five minutes, bev... tell the others i think they're all really hot, okay?" she said after a minute, balancing on that tightrope between humor and seriousness. biting the inside of her cheek, she looked over at lex again. "we're gonna do this, dude. on 3?"

bev her eyes widened at jude's comment. "what?" why would i go back to shore if you assholes need saving "no way, you have to come back up or i'll tell them you both gave me all your shit, fought over who was most obsessively in love with me and made me tribe leader." she shook her head, rejecting the idea that they wouldn't come back up. "i love you guys, so like, come back up, don't leave with me all them." she gave a whine, but there was a bit of sincerity, at least in the first part. "we're all good and hot and sexy, and in a few minutes we'll be good hot and sexy and in possession of a hot box. we got this babes."

jude jude laughed weakly. "okay, dude, we'll come back up," she promised - and she hoped she was right. she raised her eyebrows at the term hot box - "god, i wish i was hot boxing right now," she moaned. if that stupid plane had never crashed, she probably would be hot boxing her her car right now, instead of diving to the bottom of the ocean. "whatever," she shook her head, a little like a wet dog. "on three, okay?" she looked over at lex. "one, two.... three." deep breath.

alexa she laughs at the ongoing exchange of dialogue. fuck these were some funny bitches. lex was pretty sure that if she was ever to get married, it would be bev and jude in charge of the speech. "i wish we had a hot box after this. imagine coming back up with a box for a celebratory zoot. damn." she adds to her hot bitches drinking some of the water as she speaks. they were definitely gonna spend the night thirsty. "three hot bitches, one go. come on j lets go." she fist bumps bev, and takes in a deep breath and is down on three. this time, she goes down faster, it was a lot of energy but they knew exactly where they were going. as she reaches the box, she tries to figure out the best way to pull it out, but the thing was stuck alright. she shrugs at jude, letting the other choose where to hit. or just hit anywhere and see what happens.

jude she dives down faster, doing what she can to keep pace with lex. she's no olympic diver, but she's fucking focused on this, and she knows she has to do this - for herself, for the other eves, for her mom. heading straight to the back of the plane, now familiar with where the black box is, she blinks at it through the deep, dark, hazy salt-water. nothing feels real down here, and her eyes and lungs burn. glancing back to lex, jude shrugs back, in a way that says, well, fuck it. she takes the axe and wedges it into the space where the black box is jammed, trying to use it like a wrench to pull it loose. the box wiggles, but when she grips at it with pruning fingers to try and free it from it's place in the plane, it won't quite get out. all of the movements down here are slow, halted. she takes another hit at it with the axe, putting all of her might into it, and it comes a little looser. how long have the been down here? two minutes? three? time passes strangely, and she gasps in water against her will, seeing spots. fuck! goddamit! why won't it just fucking come loose?! she can't breathe, really can't breathe, and she needs to. she can't hold her breath any longer. fighting with her body, always fighting - good for fucking nothing. the light from above the surface of the water spins in lazy little circles as she shoves herself to the surface with frantic limbs, choking on her own anger. she thinks, for a minute, that she won't make it, but then her head breaches through the water, cold air hitting her burning face, and she breathes hard, turning away from bev, face reddening with effort, with shame. her eyes burn wildly, and she dry heaves for a beat, gripping the axe in her hands. "fuck," she sputters, spitting out the sea water and biting her bottom lip

bev one of the things keeping bev's faith in them going, is the others also believe that they have this. she returns a fist bump to lex, and give a head nod to jude, holding her breath along with them when they first dive down. each second feels like twenty, and soon her eyes shift back to the shore, what're we going to do if these bitches watch us fail? nope, not an option. she send her best vibes down there but when jude comes back up so suddenly, bev can tell there's some trouble. "whoa, hey, you guys ok? you can tap me in, like, if you need to." it was hard to swallow down the worry but it was what bev did well.

alexa she watches jude struggle, fuck she was doing her fucking best. it should have been enough. and it will be enough. it will have to be enough. her hopes go up as she watches to box move ever so slightly. for a moment she thought she might've imagined it. as they stay down, her just watching, she wonders how long this was really going to take. her lungs feel like they're starting to come apart but she's not scared of it. not even for a moment. as jude began swimming back up, all the hard work and hitting leaving her out of breath ever so slightly sooner, lex swims to the box to nudge it a bit further. extra push and shove couldn't hurt. and then she follows the air bubbles left behind by jude, losing breath entirely before reaching the surface. it was hell. seeing the light but feeling so far from it. her brain begins to feel fuzzy and her hands reach frantically for the top. as she swam out, she must have jumped out with the speed she picked up along the way and the breath she takes is so loud that it pops her ears open instantly. "fuck..." breath "me." breath "that...was...deep. did we...did we move it?" when bev offers to go, lex thinks it's probably a good idea. one should stay up and rest and they can keep switching. "okay...bev. your sexy ass...next."

jude she turns back now, chest heaving painfully, spitting salt water from between her teeth. "i'm... i'm going... again," she says, voice breathless but so, so certain. she's going to see this through. she has to fucking see this through. she's gonna do this if it kills her, and it really, really might. "yeah - we moved it," she nodded, still gulping in the air, light-headed, floating. back at the shore, were the others watching? watching jude fail? ( and since when did she give a single fuck about what any of them thought? since when did she care about failing, even? this place was ruining her, she knew ) "we just... i mean - the axe, we... it moved, we just... i need someone to pull it, okay? while i, um... like, hit it. wrench it. whatever," she said, clinging to the bozo boat. "i'm going again," she repeated, as if she thought they were going to stop her or something.

alexa she looks over at jude, adamant to go back and she knows jude can do it. she had a good idea now and one more than that, she seemed like she had to go. for whatever other reason. so lex takes a hold of bozo and looks at bev. "okay, you two...next." she's still breathing fast, too fast, so fast that now the air intake is what's making her dizzy so she forces to calm down. "jude...w-when you're back. b-bev and i can go, okay? loosen it...more. we...we need rest. we need y-you. okay? alive. preferably."

bev she nods along with lex, sliding to the side to give lex more space on bozo. "yeah, i thought i was pretty adamant that you bitches can't die." her look of concern went from jude to lex and then back and forth a few times. "this means, that we can get this shit, alright?" it reminded her of the nervous freshman, getting ready at their first performance, bev reassuring them that she put a curse on their rivals so they just have to do what they know, dance. "lex, rest. jude, when you're ready, and dont rush it babe, we go back down, you whack and i pull, and then we'll have like, at least a week of earned cockiness when we get to shore." she shivered a bit despite the sun, feeling like she channeled her father in that moment, and he would be so proud.

jude "more than a fuckin' week. way more than a fuckin' week," jude muttered, shaking her head. running a hand down her face, she shoved the wet strands of hair back, taking a deep, slow breath. "we almost got it," she tells bev, "swear to god, we almost got it." she sits there for a minute, spinning in the sunlight, wondering if the others on shore were thinking that this was it, that jude had fucked up again and she couldn't get it, just like they'd all known she couldn't. like they only let her go for some fucking entertainment around here. god. she swallowed hard and shook away the dizzy thoughts, looking to bev. "okay. we'll go down there together, and you'll grab the box, and tug on it while i wedge it out, okay? on three?"

alexa "g-good luck. you got this guys. you got this."

bev bev nods and then makes eye contact jude, waiting for the signal bev cant help but think this might be the most sexual tension they've had yet, despite the not so sexy situation. ok bev youre a beautiful strong mermaid hoe, this water is your home and this box is your bitch when she hears the signal, she closes her eyes at first and dives down, following jude to find out where this thing even is. when she opens her eyes back up, she's surprised at home much it burns and it takes a few hard blinks before her eyes are more used to the pain. while she kicks with her legs, seeing the wreckage ahead shes caught for a moment by the emotion, they couldve been down there, it was hard not to imagine all her new friends stuck down there, but knowing that both time was limited and time seemed to move a quarter slower deep in the water, she shook her head to brush it off and swam forward. when she and jude reach the spot, bev gives a nod to indicate that she's ready, muscles are activated and hands are on the black box to push. while her mouth keeps begging her to open it for a decent inhale, she does everything she can to ignore that, a level of focus her parents never really thought she was even capable of. while she feels it move little by little, but not enough for her to yank it out. she looks to jude and points upward, indicating that she needs to go back up, and when she does the sun filled morning above feels like a different dimension. "we can do this, today" she says, catching her breath and leaning on bozo, "i feel it. i know it." she didnt even recognize her voice dripping in its new brand of hoarseness but her words were as firm as her belief in them. "ok, i can go again..."

jude you never realize how hard diving down in the sea is until you really try, you know? at least, jude didn't. summers at the Y didn't prepare her for this. nothing could prepare me for this, she thinks, blinking against the sting of the sea. the human body wants to float; it's what it does. getting back down to the wreckage is like this stupid fight against the water, fighting with her body, and she's using up her energy to do it. eventually, though, she hits that sweet spot, and she manages her way into the wreck, one hand brushing the outside as she does. using the axe, she hacks at it, using all of her upper body strength, all of her will. why won't it fucking move? except, it is moving - but only a little, only enough to tease them, just out of reach. she's still hacking at it against the protest of her lungs when bev gives her the sign to go up, and jude almost motions for her to stop, for them to try again - they have to keep fucking trying - but she doesn't. instead, she follows, hair falling back into her face as her head breaches the surface. she grips bozo alongside bev, axe tucked safely to her chest with the other arm. she appreciates bev's optimism and everything, but she doesn't respond for a moment, catching her breath, and sure she'll be unable to match it. once she feels that she can speak again, she she turns to lex. "it's loosening," she tells her, like a promise, or maybe like wishful thinking. "we're going to get it. we're gonna get it out."

alexa waiting around was more nerve wracking than diving down. her breath was slowly becoming steady and her insides more and more anxious the longer the girls took to come back up. she watched the air bubbles resurface and fought the urge to go down and make sure they’re okay. once they finally came back up she released a heavy breath and smiled at the good news. “good good. we just have to keep going, keep making it looser.” she adds hopefully, knowing it deep down in her bones that they will make it. they had to make it. “jude, rest a bit. we all need to rest a bit…”

jude jude looked from lex to bev, bristling at the suggestion that she rest. shit. they were wasting time, and jude kept fucking it up - she was going at it at the wrong angle, or just not strong enough, or just couldn't stay under for as long as she needed to. she was virtually fucking useless, apparently, and that pissed her off. gripping the axe with gritted teeth, she opened her mouth to protest - then stopped. because it was her fault, right? that they couldn't get it? and they needed to get it. and if bev and lex could do that better than jude could, then - fuck. she had to let them try, right? "fine," she said gruffly, handing over the axe to bev. "i'll stay up here. for one dive."

bev thankful that she had packed a hair elastic, it didnt help with the lingering hairs on her neck, one annoyance she felt physically along with her burning lungs and eyes. she could tell that lex was right, and that jude was annoyed, both of those things rang true but she was far too focused on the task at hand to worry about team dynamics. "it's just strategy, babe.  preserve energy." she took jude handing her the axe as a sign that perhaps she looked the next best like she could handle it. as awkward as it felt to hold now, she knew that it would be far more awkward to yield underwater. okay now youre a hot mermaid final girl in an underwater horror movie saving your like 80 girlfriends and jenny, especially these two cuties "on your count." she delivers to lex, trying to prepare her body for another descent, but knowing that was a futile effort. alexa she was somewhat rested and entirely ready to jiggle that box around some more. “one dive sit out jude, you got this…” she was so grateful for the fact jude and bev were such team players. maybe after this they could play as a team at the Olympic dodgeball. “do they have dodgeball at the olympics?” her focus shifts back to bev as she prepares for another long dive. being a mermaid was beginning to seem less and less appealing with each new dive. “okay one two three” deep breath and she’s back in the quiet of the water, going down faster and more determined than before.

bev bee tried to think for a moment, but the only olympic sports she really enjoyed were gymnastics and speedwalking, the second because it looks silly. "I dont know, but im definitely more like, respectful of Olympic swimmers now, this shit sucks." bev gripped the axe in her hand and on lex's signal began her descent down again. it was amazing to her how as she swam she felt the exhaustion from head to toe, dance squad rarely had her feeling like this. she made her way right to the black box, then turned to look back at lex.

jude as jude watched the others disappear beneath the surface of the water, she bobbed up and down in the water as she held onto the clown. if someone had asked her when she was 13 where she thought she would be in 5 years, the answer would seriously not be in the middle of the ocean, holding onto a clown and waiting to see if two other girls can get the black box from the plane wreck they'd all been in. she tapped against the plastic anxiously, uneasy the longer they stayed down there. maybe she should have picked people she liked less to come out here with her. every passing moment that went by without their figures coming back into view was kind of hellish - what if something happened to them?

alexa she grabbed onto the box as tight as she could and used her legs against the fence surrounding it to add resistance. looking over at bev, she waved a hand so the other could come closer and pull from the other side, maybe do a hit or two at the fence as well. she could feel the box wiggle and move and remain stubbornly stuck. it was incredibly frustrating, for an object to seem so loose and yet so unwilling to pop the fuck out. -- she then realises she was holding a breath long, maybe too long and for the first time today she's not sure she has enough strength to make it back. her body pushes her into a panic mode, a very quick and urgent takeover of all the senses and she fights every move towards the surface. her breath is gone, entirely and she fights against the urge to breathe back in. breathe in the heavy salty water. that would be the death sentence. -- just as she's about to spread her hands few more times, and break the tension of the surface, the breath comes in to soon and as her legs paddle out of the water she begins coughing out the water instantly rushing over to the floating clown. "f-fuck, fuck..." then it hits her, bev, she let bev. "b-bev?"

bev she moves her head around, the stray hairs loosened by this process just another thing to get in her way. as she swung the axe, feeling the tightness in her arms that made her unwilling to be a cheerleader, she thought of her mom, her aggression centre. in her mind, she yelled out with whack. fuck. you. mom three whacks around the fence to try and loosen it, then seeing lex's bottom half moving upward, a sudden reminder of bev's own mortality rudely in her face. she hugged the handle of the axe to use her arm and move more quickly, every stroke like pushing a truck until she broke the surface again, gasping a few times before confirming, although by then the others knew, that she was less fine than normal but not like, dead. "it's so...so sexy when you.... say my name..." she tried to lighten things while her lungs and brain tried to catch up with one another. "i don't...have the....energy for....pep talks each...time so....just reuse..the last one." she spoke, taking in hard breaths between each set of words.

jude jude looked from one girl to the other, guilt twisting in her core. i should have gone down. lex looked - well, she looked like she had just about fucking drowned, sitting there, coughing up water. and clearly, they hadn't been able to get it, not that jude blamed them. maybe it was a fools errand, but she wasn't leaving this ocean until she got that fucking box. "lex, you should tap out this round, huh? bev, when you're good, we can go, okay? no rush, dude, just breathe, okay? and on your count, we can go. sun's high, so, you know, we've got all day, alright?" she offered, trying to be, you know, comforting and shit - like, give a pep talk, or whatever. not her forte, but it was worth a fucking try. "just tell me when."

alexa she holds on to the clown tight and allows the water to escape her lungs and air to refill her body. she calms down first, missing entirely the conversation that happened by her. both other girls' lips were purple by this point, and she knew she didn't look much better herself. maybe, if they didn't get it soon, they could go out, dry up a bit and come back in for another go. somehow, she doubted that idea would rest well. especially with jude. "y-yeah i'm definitely sitting this one out. b-but i did..." a breath. "manage to loosen it more. i think, i think we're close...w-we got this but, b-be careful guys...." she then looks over jude into the distance. "g-guys? shark!" she says in a panicked voice but then bursts into laughter. "j-just kidding. b-breaking t-the tension an' an' all.." her voice was shaking, but a smile was still on. in spite of almost drowning. "okay guys...i'll see you in a minute..."

bev "lex, you're a hoe." bev responded, still exhausted but teasing, annoyed that she fell for it and clasped on to the closest body tightly,clown or not. she keep breathing, shaking more and more and extended her arm with the axe to jude. "if you want..this back.....go for....go for it but like....im really bomb with this too.....might be a therapy thing later among...others...okay." she closed her eyes, trying to channel whatever cosmic powers could be to move this as much as capable. she gave a strong inhale before quickly counting down, "on three....one...two...three." and with a milisecond of hesitation, she plunges herself back down, wondering if any of the others would be willing to carry her island goddess style, if she lives.

jude "not fucking funny. i'm gonna kick your ass later," jude said, pointing at lex, but honestly, she was kind of laughing. she took the axe back, grateful to have it back in her hands - she felt better with it, more capable, less like she was just fucking floundering. following bev's lead, jude plunged into the deep blue sea - had she ever swam this much in her entire life? she seriously doesn't think so. she's not, like, a beach person, either, 'cause, you know, ginger. her skin burns like a bitch - for whatever reason, that's what she's thinking as she enters the reck behind bev: her skin just burns like a bitch. making her way through the wreck is really kind of haunting - if she was breathing at all, it would make her breath catch. like a bad dream, walking down a dark hallway of how you could have died, how your mom did die? it's... fucked up. but she doesn't wanna think about that - she has something more important to do. floating by the black box, she takes a swing at it with the axe, then another. piece of shit plane! she thinks, whacking it again, and it's that swinging motion, evil and familiar. but at the axe collides with the black box again, and something - something moves, really moves, loosens, and it's genuinely, like... halfway out. like... loose as fuck, and they could do it for real, she could fucking get it, if she just - if she could just grab it- but. her chest heaves, and she sees spots, and she hates herself for it, but she needs to breathe. she's fucking dying down here, dude. with an angry, dizzy huff that leave bubbles slipping from her mouth to the surface, she shoves herself out of the plane with the energy she has left, a jagged, metal edge from the plane ripping into the soft, sunburned skin of her freckled bicep as she does, a cloud of blood around the cut in the water as she finally surfaces, clinging to the clown. she tries to speak to lex, but she's too breathless, and it's incomprehensible, a series of gasps.

bev it was a lot easier to just keep a repetitive thought train going than to listen to all the things her body was shouting at her. *get the box. get the box." she held on tight and pulled as hard as she could, being amazed that she could find some rhythm along with jude's smashing.  when it becomes looser, she cant help but smile a little, sending a rush of water into her mouth. as bev looked up in a panic, she saw jude her hit head, and the red seeping into the water. "jude!" bev yelled, bubbles rising from her mouth. kicking her legs to move upward she grabs the axe and rises to the surface, breathing in hard and coughing up water. "you...ok?

jude she nods, breathless, ignoring the stinging on her flesh as well as she can, because again: there's something way more fucking important. "we - we almost... almost... it's fucking - lex, we almost fucking... we have to go again, it's, like.... it's half out, it is!" she stammered, blood running down her arm, diluted and stinging with saltwater, eyes red and lips blue. "one more time... one more fucking time, and - lex... lex, are you good to go with me?" she asked, figuring that bev could stand to sit out this last round. she'd stayed down even longer than jude, and she must be out of breath.

alexa this time it did not feel like they were gone for long. it felt like they were back almost instantly, and with good news at that. she was breathing heavy still, but the adrenaline was keeping her warm and she was more than ready now for the one last dive. "just one more?" a laugh and she pulls the girls closer. "hell yes bitches!!" she dives quickly under to straighten her hair and then back at the girls. "okay, okay rest for a second and then we go. b-bev, you be ready okay?" she smiles, passing the clown ready to dive back down. at least her fingers were wrinkly enough to keep a good grip. "whenever you're ready jude...

jude she coughs out some water, gripping onto bozo, blinking out the salt water until she can see straight again, until she can breathe, until her lungs stop aching so wildly. "one more," she mumbled, nodding. she was tired, dude - so fucking tired. but she had to do this, didn't she? of course she fucking did. and she was nothing if not a fighter - finding the water, the plane, her body. after what felt like forever, she looked up, looked to bev. "remember what i said about thinking everyone's really hot, okay? either i'll be up here with the black box in a few minutes, or i won't be up at all, bitch." she then turned to lex. "on three. one... two... three," and then she dived below the surface, leaving a quickly dissipating spot of blood in the water where she had waded.

bev it seemed like before she could even protest that jude should rest because she broke her head a little, the red blurring into the water was all that remained. bev kept her arms around bozo and eyes looking down as far as she could

jude she dived beneath the surface, fighting against gravity ( or, like, whatever it was that made it so fucking hard to get down deep enough ) and blinking against the sting in her eyes and in her freshly opened wound. they had to be quick, and she knew that - no way in hell she was going down another fucking time. moving to the back of the plane, she gazed at the black box just for just a moment, eyes fever-bright and wide, very green in the backdrop of the sea. she looked across through the murky haze at lex, wielding the axe. "pull it while i hit it," she asked of her, noise garbled by the ocean. with her aching, bleeding arm, she held the axe over her shoulder, swinging as hard as she could, hoping lex would be able to pull it out. "stupid... fucking... plane!" she growled, bubbles escaping from her mouth as she tried as hard as she could to unwedge that fucking... pandora's box, or whatever. i'm getting it or i'm dying trying.

alexa she felt oddly refreshed. her brain seemed to be good at instantly adapting to freshly traumatic experiences and blocking them out long enough for her to focus on tasks at hand. she had no intention of dying today, and the millionth time down took away the novelty of the whole environment. her eyes were stuck at the box, and then jude and then back at the box. through understanding exactly what jude was saying, she grabs a strong hold of the box pulling it with every last atom of strength her body could muster. it was like calling upon all the pent-up rage and sadness and grief and uncertainty and using them all as a fucking superpower to get the fuck off this island. she pulls, pressing her teeth together so tight she could feel her brain getting fuzzy and hazed -- like her head was about to explode. her eyes were closed and she could only feel the force of judes hits waves through the ocean. and then it moved, it came loose and when her eyes opened, she was holding it free.

jude her eyes widened, mouth dropping open. holy fuck. holy fuck. holy fuck. was she seeing things? no, no, they'd done it, lex had done it, they had the fucking box. the really, seriously did. jude couldn't help it - she gave an exclamation of victory, more bubbles floating from her mouth to the surface, and tucked the axe under her arm, moving to wade beside lex, trying to help her support the box. holy shit. grabbing it alongside lex, she began moving to swim upwards, grinning brightly despite - well, everything. together, they'd bring it up. they'd bring it up, and show bev, and then things would be a little better. she wasn't a waste of space, and she wasn't gonna die trying - they had done this, together, regardless of whether anyone thought they could. as they swam closer to the surface, it grew lighter, and by the time they breached the water, gasping for air, jude was laughing, holding the other end proudly. "holy... fuck!" she said, breathless and dizzy, cheeks flushed with pride. "holy fuck! holy fuck!"

#wilds.thread #after 84 years i have finally formatted this thread *insert celebrate emoji*

[9r7g5h]

I have come to the conclusion that none of this happened. Liam properly hid his magic, Amethar was crowned Emperor and quickly set up a council to run the country, and everyone's alive and dandy. Caramellinda was called to come join her husband, and she's able to get over her mistrust of the outside world to join up with Primbalina to become an awesome duo ruling the country, with Amethar as their front and hype man.

Jet and Ruby stay in the capital with their parents for a bit longer, during which Jet and Anabelle begin a whirlwind romance. It doesnt start that way, it starts as just hero worship from Jet and Anabelle agreeing to train her, but they spend more time together and become closer and closer until one day Anabelle pins Jet against the wall with her sword, and one second they're trading barbs about how the other fought, and the next they're making out in the otherwise empty room. They make no promises, come to no agreements, and dont even talk about things for a long while, only having fantastic make out sessions after each training.

Ruby spends her time secretly learning magic from Theo and Lapin and even Liam, soaking up everything she can. When her sister goes off for her "training sessions" (which she totally knows is just code for making out with Anabelle. She's slightly jealous, because she did technically see Anabelle first, but overall she's just glad her sister is happy), she wanders around the capital with the Tart Guard in tow, looking for something to keep herself entertained. She eventually finds a performance troupe, and finds herself falling into her own kind of love. Both with the physics defying stunts the performers are doing, and with a young fructarian, a non-binary peach. The two of them become close friends, the romance that will blossom between them on the slower side, especially because of their differences in status. But Ruby is second in line, and she's happy with taking her time, just excited to see their smile and feel the warmth of their hand in her own.

Liam is always so confused about what he's supposed to be doing on the council, and half the time he just accidently offends people. It doesnt help that he gets another letter from his brothers, claiming that he's fully turned against the family by joining their enemies. But he like Amethar and Jet and Ruby more then his father and brothers, so he just shrugs and waits for someone to tell him what to do. And after a long talk with Caramellinda, they figure out the perfect position for him - Master of the Harvest. Usually a position that goes towards one of the more plant based people, its agreed upon that his knowledge of seeds, of all types, greatly surpasses those of many others, especially for his young age. So he's given a group of guards who understand the magic of druidcraft (which Brennan did say was allowed) and sent off on missions to inspect the crops from each region, returning frequently with reports and his bag full of seeds to show off to his favorite cousins. He has a brief engagement with Primsey, but she's too in love with her lost beu, and he's honest with the fact that he doesnt want to have sex and so wont be able to give her kids. She fully accepts that, and they still stay great, amazing friends. He's always welcomed in her home in the Dairy Islands. Eventually, while it's just him and Preston and his guards for a long while, he does find a kindred spirit in a meat person, a Turkey druid who also doesnt want romance or sex but would love to be held and loves seeds. They strike up a very quick friendship, and soon become the closest either will ever be to a couple. Best friends, traveling the world to look at seeds, holding hands cause they're both aro ace and dont care if people think they're gay.

Lapin manages to keep his secrets from the world at large, though his companions all know the truth, eventually. He works in secret to undermine the Bulb, and allow other religions to sneak their way into being acceptable again. It takes a long time, but eventually he succeeds, in a fashion. The Bulb is still seen as the supreme god, but the Sugarplum Fairy and the Carnivorous Creatures and all the others we dont know about are more seen messengers of the Bulb. Holy in their own right, fighting against The Hungry One in their own right, made of and from the Bulb, if not the Bulb themselves. The true believers of these other religions just roll their eyes and nod, but hey - its progress, and the magic granted by these other beings slowly beings to sink back in and return to Calorum. Lapin is able to eventually relax into his true passion - arguing with that dumb brute of a body guard and teach the future children.

Speaking of the brute, Theo continues to enjoy his job. He loves being a guard, loves training other guards, and when they're still at the capital, he loves training Ruby and Jet. When they're gone, he throws himself into training everyone else, and honestly enjoys himself. He is a war guy, though he's fully adapted to peace, and is just happy to see how the word continues to prosper. When he's not working, he fight with Lapin, drinks and plays games with Amethar, and goes on long walks with Sprinkle. He's an old man, gets to be Lapin's age, though their advanced ages doent stop either of them from constantly going at each other, and just enjoys his life in the capital. He sometimes regrets not having his own family, but the remembers that he does, they're just named the Rocks.

Going back to where we left off the Rocks, rules of Candia, soon enough ways must be parted. Liam's gotten used to saying goodbye to Ruby and Jet, so when its decided that Jet must return home and take up the mantal of Queen, its not hard for him. It is for everyone else, though. Theo is torn about letting this little spitfire go home alone, and Lapin is sure she needs at least another decade of schooling before she'll be ready. Caramelinda is of the same mind, and would go back to continue ruling instead if she wasnt so integral to ruling the rest of the world. Amethar is sure Jet will do fine, she's great, but this is his little girl. He's had to leave a few times, yes, but she's never had to leave him. It's hard.

And Ruby. The two talk for a long, long time, but eventually decide to part ways. Just for now, of course, nonetheless, they have different paths to walk. Ruby is starting a life here in the capital, with their parents and her peach datemate, and it really seems like the circus thing is going to stick. And in court, the few times she's sat in on a meeting, she's been able to provide the common point of view, which has been severely lacking. She likes being helpful, in a non-stressful kind of way. And so, even though she knows Jet needs to go take her place as Queen of Candia, she wants to stay.

And Jet is hurt, because she's the only one in the family who has to leave, and she at least thought Ruby would come with her. But, instead of trying to force her, or find a way to stay, Jet, instead, hits the books. She begins searching through everything she can, putting off her return one more week ("I guess Cal has a decent hold on things for the moment," Emperor Amethar agreed when she told him her plans) to find what she needed. And what she needed was a long distance messaging spell, that Lapin helped to modify. A tether between the two, one they could open at any time, to allow them to speak to each other whenever they wanted. A twin messager, if you would, that allowed them to always be with each other.

That done, Jet said her goodbyes to her family, and went to say her lost goodbye to the woman who has stolen her heart. Only to find her gone, Captain Anabelle Cheddar's ship having set sail in the middle of the night. She kept a straight face, though the moment she was on the road, alone besides the Tart Guarda and the Imperial Soliders her dad had sent with her, Jet opened the channel with Ruby and cried.

It was a rough week of traveling. Not because of any danger, no, it was smooth on that front. But because for the first time in her life, she was going to be alone. It was easier, having Ruby to still talk to, to pass along messages to their parents and friends, but still, it hurt to not have an actual hug when her heart was breaking.

It hurt so bad, she didnt notice the strange ship at port when they passed through their one town that accessed the ocean, only a day's meep ride away from the castle. She didnt notice the strange visitors who joined the crowds there to welcome her home – she was so focused on keeping an excited face.

She only noticed when she entered the throne room, calling for Cal, the only adult figure currently in her life who could give her a hug and promise everything was going to be ok.

Only then did she notice Captain Anabelle Cheddar, playing with a knife as she sat on her throne, ignoring the guards who were trying to scold her. Anabelle, who looked up as Jet entered, and greeted her with a giant smile, welcoming and excited to see her. Anabelle who stood, walked over, and pulled her into a long, deep kiss.

Both of them would soon come to reconsider their positions on marriage, if they could marry the woman next to them. Lapin would get to work, poking and prodding the church to make it allowed, and with Amethar blessing this union, they made it work.

And Amethar? Being Emperor was hard, though less so with support. He learned how to show Caramelinda that he appreciated her, learned how to be a better husband and kind, learned what his actual duties were to the people under his command. Something he should have done a long time ago, but just hadn’t had the will to do so. But now everything was in his court, literally, and he had to do what was right.

And he fell back in love with Caramelinda, all over again. They had been in love before, back when he was fifth in line, before the war. But then time and distance had parted them for so long, and he had fallen for another, a young woman from the Dairy Islands. They had met, married, had their wedding night before war had once again parted them. He finally sat down with Jack, and got the full story – a bit over a year later, the young dairy woman had married a young farmer, they had had children of their own, and a decade ago she had passed from some cheese illness Amethar couldn’t even pretend to understand. He was sad, but was glad that she had had a good life, since he had loved her, in the way that death and violence and needing someone to be there grew a kind of love.

But that was done now. Not gone, but like a closed book, and with that closure, the part of Amethar that had been resisting the life he now had felt a little bit more settled. He still hated every bit of being king, still played hooky with Cal when he visited from being Candia’s advisor or Theo whenever he could, but he tried. He showed Caramelinda how much he appreciated her, and actually finally learned how to read, and figured out names and stations so he could help make the world a better place, and it was worth it.

It was worth it to fall back in love with Caramelinda, to actually feel the flips in his stomach that she used to give him, back before when he was young and before war had broken something inside of him. It was worth it to see that smile of hers, and know that she was feeling it too, the love they had both wanted and struggled for for the last twenty years. It was worth it to kiss his wife and actually be happy.

And damn it, if Gustav’s last prank was to make him responsible for the entire world, then at least he was by the side of the best of wives and best of women, Caramelinda of the house of Rocks.

And it was worth it, in the end. It was worth it to help Lapin out whenever he could, slowly reshaping the church so it better fit the world they were making. It was worth it to watch Theo train the next generation of guards into a fighting force that almost surpassed himself, guards loyal and loving and just as kind and as great a friend as Theo was himself.  It was worth it to see Liam grow into a confident young man, sure of himself, instrumental in helping to ensure the continent was properly fed. It was worth it to watch Ruby become a master performer and spy, passing on the commoner’s thoughts of him and his empire so adjustments could be made, so the masses could be protected and cared for and satisfied without fear. In fact, many sought out Ruby, knowing she had the Emperor’s ear, and could pass on what they were scared to say to his face, for even though he was a good, kind ruler, a fear of rulers still existed. It was worth it to see Queen Jet and Queen Consort Anabelle rule his old home with kindness and love, their union having strengthened the Candian alliance with the Dairy Islands.

It was worth it, as age crept in, to sit there, holding hands with the love of his life, watching as a chocolate milk girl wrestled with a cobbler boy, all while two little cheesecake children slept in their laps. It was worth it to lean over and kiss Caramelinda’s cheek, to see the love pouring from her as they watched over their grandchildren, knowing that soon their friends and the rest of their family would be in one room again, and that none of them would ever have to be war people. It was worth it to know that, because of their efforts, all they would know was peace, and if the most these children ever became was a ruler, or a performer, or a knight, or a warlock, or a seed guy, all because of their efforts?

It was enough.

Except for poor Thad who, as far as they knew, was still in the alley.

#Dimension 20 #Oops I wrote a fanfic #A Crown of Candy #Happy endings for everyone #I was sad and then I made myself feel better at the sacrifice of sleep

[insidetheacademy]

Say You Love Me || iv

pairings: peter parker x reader (both peter and reader are 18+!)

summary: Peter found out that reader is moving away

warnings: angst, explicit language

gif credits: tomholandd

part i part ii part iii part iv part v 

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you were sitting on a stool just painting on your perfectly laid out easel. envisioning the scenery that you had in your mind. frank ocean was playing in the background, basically you were just vibing to the whole scene that you’re in right now. brushes were gently dragged across the canvas while you sing along to frank ocean.

as you were about to drag your brush that was covered in purple paint, someone had rang your doorbell. it was odd as you dont usually get visitors ever. you think it wasnt appropriate to bring guests over since your place looks like it belongs in a dumpster– you dipped your brush in your jar that’s filled with water and walked over to your door. you opened it slightly to take a peek at who it was

and there he was in all of his glory; Peter Parker. you opened the door wide and greeted him, “Parker, hey. didnt know you were coming over,” you said nervously, his lips curved into a smile “yeah! thought i would surprise you,” it was shocking, yes, you hadnt even told him whats your apartment number. he must have stalked you when he’s being Spider-Man.

you invited him in and turned the volume of the radio down so it wouldnt be noisy. you walked over to your small kitchen to make some tea for the two of you. “so, what brings you here, Peter?” you curiously asked him, “i was just about to ask you out for lunch. i didnt know you were busy,” he said while looking around your cozy apartment.

you took out the teabags from their container and dunked it in the teapot. you then took out two cups and pour the tea out. “i wouldn’t say i’m busy. plus you should’ve called me before coming over,” you handed him his tea. he took a sip and shrugs his shoulder

the next few hours, he hung out at your place, you ordered pizza for the two of you while he was sitting on your couch watching a movie that you had put on. “so, what are you up to nowadays?” you asked Peter, he swallowed his pizza and said “well, i’m just doing superhero stuffs, you know?” you raised your eyebrows and laughed at his statement “as in what?” he crossed his arms and said “i’m actually working with Happy now. believe it or not, he gets on my nerves,” the both of you laughed

“ ‘kay, I’m gonna go to the bathroom” you put down your tea cup and your phone on the coffee table and headed to your bathroom. your phone dings and Peter couldnt help it but to take a small look on who it was, it read “congratulations y/n, on getting a job in Paris!! your father and i are so proud.” Peter heart drops as he read the first few lines. he felt as if he had been betrayed.

you walked into the living room “hey, so what do you wanna do for dinner? i can make mac and cheese,” you stopped in your tracks when you saw Peter holding your phone, “what are you doing with my phone, Pete?” you asked calmly trying not to burst, “y-you’re moving?” he asks almost heartbroken like, you nodded to his question which lead to him being furious. Peter asked yet again “when are you leaving?” , y/n looks down on her feet and said “tomorrow,”. he kept bombarding with questions not planning to stop until he’s got all the answers that he needs, “were you not planning to tell me?” he said you walked to him and snatched your phone away, “it’s not a big deal, Parker! what the hell were you doing looking at my phone anyways?!” you shouted at him

“its not a big deal? this could change your life, y/n! where am i gonna fit in after that?!” Peter scoffed, you were offended at his words, “where are YOU gonna fit in? let me remind you, Parker, you are not my boyfriend so stop acting like one!” you spit at him. as if he wasnt satisfied he shoot back “so you dont even think of me as a friend anymore?!” you rolled your eyes, “for God’s sake, Parker, you stopped calling and texting me when you fucked Jane! you were the one stopped being there! so, no! i dont even think you are a friend. what kind of friend ditches their OWN friend for a girl?” you tried swallowing it but tears just rolls down your cheeks,

the world then fell into this huge awkward silence. what you said to him really went through his head. you were right, he was the one who left you to fend on your own. he could’ve just rejected you and still be friends, but why did he had to ignore you altogether? you sobbed into your hands and said “I think you should leave,” Peter tried to hug you and say sorry “leave.” you said at him with anger and sadness in your voice.

he took his jacket and said “thanks for the tea,” and left. you were shocked, what kind of human being just say that after they had a fight?! you took one of the cups and throw it at the front door wishing that it would hit him. on the otherside, he didnt walk away easily, he stopped to think about his actions in front of your door and was startled to hear a shattering noise. he punched a wall to let out his frustrations only to realise that this isnt his apartment. he ran out as fast as possible before he got caught.

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what the hell were you thinking?! Peter thought to himself. he continues to make you distant from him without even trying! he wanted to be happy for you but everything seems impossible only because of his stupid actions. he lies on his bed in the dark just hugging the life out of his pillow, getting everything out of his system.

the next morning, Peter woke up with swollen eyes and dry throat. he heads into his bathroom and splashed a bit of water on his face. words from yesterday creeping on his mind, replaying like a broken record. he walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. maybe a pop tarts for breakfast? he sat down and thinks to himself, what the hell am i gonna do? should i apologise? suddenly there was a knocking on his door, he gets up to open it, “May!” he exclaims with surprised in his eyes, “hey! did you forget that i was supposed to come over today?” May asked raising her eyebrows,

May walked inside and took a good look around Peter’s apartment, “I thought you were planning to decorate it?” she asked, Peter crosses his arms and said “I-I’ve been busy, May” May gave Peter a weird look as he moved out two months ago and he’s still sleeping on the floor. May walked to Peter and cusped his face, “have you been crying?” Peter nodded only to break down infront of her, “shhh.... shhh... tell me what happened,” May said trying to calm Peter down

Peter told May the whole story, “what do you think I should do, Aunt May?” he asks desperately for an advice, May took Peter’s hands into hers, “she’s leaving today right? go and send y/n off. don’t let her go knowing that she ended things badly with you.” May smiles. Peter stood up from the couch to get ready.

May was right. Peter cant let you go to Paris without apologising to you. this was his fault for acting out and he’s going to make things right. he kissed Aunt May on her cheeks and made his way to your apartment.

Peter is now at your front door just fidgeting with his fingers. he went ahead and ring the doorbell. he waited for a few seconds hoping that you were still sleeping in. he pressed the doorbell yet again but there was no answer. suddenly he heard a voice, “are you looking for Y/n, dear?” she asks in a most loving voice, Peter nodded “I’m afraid she’s already gone to the airport,” Peter’s face drops even more knowing that you had left. “Oh, thank you then,” he walks by her.

“though, you might still can catch her at the airport,” Peter stopped and turned around to face her, “I talked to her this morning and she said she doesnt get on the plane until its 1:50pm,” the old lady smiles at Peter. Peter swore he could feel his own spirits lifted, he thanked her with the hugest grin on his face. He drove right down to the airport. not trying to waste any moment more.

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You had just arrived at the airport, the cab driver was kind enough to lend you a helping hand. You smiled and bid thank you. Suddenly there was a big commotion, people were honking their cars and screaming “hey!”, you turned back to see that it was Peter. You tried walking away from him damn it he’s too fast,

“Y/n, wait!” He shouted, “what do you want, Parker?” You asked in an uninterested voice, he took a deep breath and said “I cant let you go. Not like this. I am so sorry for what happened between the two of us. The truth is, I missed you. At nights, I think about the words you said to me when you confessed. I have been a dick and I am so sorry. I know nothing can erase my actions but let’s start this over again?” You were shocked to say the least, you couldnt believe he came all the way to the airport to say that.

You pulled Peter in for a hug. “I forgive you,” you mumbled against his neck, you let go of him and said “I’m sorry too.. for not telling you any sooner,” he wiped the tears on your cheeks, “hey, its okay. I was the one who had no rights to get mad at you,” you smiled at him and he smiled back.

For the next 40 minutes, he had helped you checked in your plane and carried your baggages around. You were both now sitting in Starbucks just trying to forget about what happened. “I have something for you,” you spoke, Peter was excited to see what it was, you took it out from your backpack and showed him. It was a painting. A painting of him as Spider-man. Peter took it in his hands and admired the painting, “this is awesome, y/n!” Peter blushed knowing that you had spent your time making a potrait of him on top of a building.

“Don’t think I had never saw you looking at me when you’re on the building thats infront of my apartment window,” You sipped your coffee, Peter was embarassed to know that he was caught stalking her. “How long have you had this?” Peter asked, “A month ago when we met again. I knew immediately that you were gonna, quote on quote, keep me safe, like you used to,” you winked at him. You were right, Peter sometimes do that to people he loves. Just lingering near their houses to keep them safe.

40 minutes has gone by so fast and now it was time for you to go. “So this is it!” You said with nervous laced in your voice, “I’m gonna miss you,” Peter smiles at you. You leaned it and gave Peter a kiss on the cheek, you then took your bag from him, “I’m gonna miss you too, Spider-boy,” you smirked at him and went to the gate.

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a/n;; hii i am so sorry for the late update, my phone is fucked ;w; and i cant do anything about it since the whole world is in lockdown but here’s an angsty part 4 to make it all up! thank you all for waiting patiently!

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