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uptoolateart · 3 months ago

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Here's a whole bunch of initial thoughts I have after watching the London Special.

Time Travel

Speaking as someone who writes way too many stories involving time travel...there were a lot of holes in this special. Also, I appreciate that it's been 15 months since the S5 finale aired, and they probably wanted to remind us (and especially children) of the key moments...but some scene repetition felt like it was just there to pad out the episode length. But I'm gonna shrug all that off because of everything else this special did.

Lies, Lies and More Lies

I've not been quiet about how angry I was over Ladybug lying to Adrien and keeping vital secrets, in that S5 finale. I'm so glad to see that this special addressed that stuff. By the end, we see that both heroes are keeping secrets. Cat's identity has become more pertinent than never, and she has no idea.

Going Too Far

In their final conversation, Ladybug told Cat she worried she might have gone 'too far' this time. Throughout S5, we were repeatedly told no one has ever been able to handle unifying the miraculous like Marinette can. We also watched her change dramatically over that season. By the S5 finale, I felt like she'd become overpowered. In this special, I think she acknowledged that. Maybe she handed out the other miraculous because she realised she was in danger of becoming another Gabriel, e.g. making decisions about what's right for Adrien, etc.

Did She Make the Right Decision?

With no one else to turn to, Marinette asks Plagg and Tikki if she made the right decision. They don't tell her she's wrong, but they also seem very undecided. She also asks Bunnyx, who tells her that both paths - telling or not telling Adrien the truth - will lead to both happy and sad moments. This warns us that hard times are on their way. She wants to 'protect Adrien', but she can't. She can't keep him from pain. seems to suggest that Marinette's choice to keep the truth from him is going to lead to some hard times.

Kagami

Kagami intimated that she disagreed with Marinette's decision. When she comforted Adrien in the white room and told Bug Noire to go...that really hit me. There is so much going on there. Transformed, Marinette can't comfort Adrien. In fact, she's just hurt him, and Kagami is the only one in that scene able to help him pick up the pieces. Not just that, but Kagami can relate. Remember her name means 'mirror'. She's now in the position Adrien could be in, if he knew the truth. She's the one trying to come to terms with the truth about her parent. She's the one dealing with the knowledge that she's a sentibeing. She is an example of Adrien's alternate path. When she tells Bug Noire that she's letting her love for Adrien blind her...Kagami is speaking personally - as someone who can put herself in Adrien's shoes in a way Marinette just can't.

If I Could Turn Back Time

When Chrono Bug got that black cat calendar as a lucky charm, she must have known it meant Cat Noir was somehow the solution. But she ignored it. I think her emotions regarding Adrien blinded her from understanding what the universe was trying to tell her.

She and Bunnyx spent much of the episode trying to determine the crucial moment when things started spinning out of control - the moment they needed to change. Marinette focused on the revelation of her identity, which I'm sure was vital. BUT...the elephant in the room was the moment she chose to lie to Adrien. Standing in that time burrow, she had a chance to change the story she told him and undo everything that's on its way. Surely that cat calendar was hinting at this.

Kitten

I think it's telling that the cat on the calendar was a kitten. It felt like the universe was telling her there's something she isn't seeing in Cat - that he's more fragile and in need of nurturing than she acknowledges. When she sees him at the end, and he tells her he has his own awful secret - when he cries over it - she should be questioning why he's that eaten up about missing that final battle. What's his secret? Why's he so devastated? But she's too wrapped up in her own conundrum. Like in Cat Blanc, she's not 'listening'. For me, the most painful moment was when he tried to reassure her that things would be okay - now it'll be 'you and me again, just like old times'. She hasn't yet told him there's actually a huge team now. But they both must understand that the old times are well and truly gone.

The Truth Is Out There

We're now waiting for yet another reveal. Adrien and Marinette still have to find out they're Cat and Ladybug - but Adrien also has to find out the truth about his father. This special hammered it all in so hard that it's Chekhov's gun waiting to go off. What I wonder is if the writers had this angle in mind all along, or if they did this after they saw the fan reaction to that S5 finale. I suspect it's a bit of the latter, particularly because they also had Bunnyx explain that Marinette's reaction to Gabriel in the S5 finale was her getting the 'proof' that he was Monarch. Her reaction was one of many things we all questioned after that episode first aired, so I think the writers were trying to 'fix' things with this special. And I'm fine with that. I'm pleased that they're listening and not just moving on from this stuff / trying to sell it to us that lying to someone is 'the right thing to do'.

The Wild Card

At the end of S5, I thought it was clear that Lila had worked out Ladybug's identity. I assumed S6 would involve some vendetta against Marinette. This special demonstrated that would make things too easy, so they levelled the playing field. Lila doesn't know Ladybug's identity. But she does know Monarch was Gabriel. I think it's inevitable that at some point (probably not for ages, because the writers will want to string us along in suspense), she'll tell Adrien the truth about his father.

Cat Blanc

I think 'Cat Blanc', and Adrien's vision in the white room, were foreshadowing. In this special, we saw how angry Adrien was at Bug Noire when she told her story. He demanded to know why she couldn't save Gabriel. He seemed to have forgiven her by the end, but when he learns the truth, he's going to feel so betrayed. And when he breaks down...watch out, moon.

The Inevitable Break-Up

I think it's inevitable that Adrinette will break up...but only temporarily. When it all blows up, it could be the necessary turning point we've been waiting for, where they finally get on equal footing - where their relationship is based on honesty and total mutual respect.

Conclusion

Buckle up, guys. We're in for a bumpy ride - but I remain optimistic. After 15 crazy months, I'm finally no longer angry about the S5 finale.

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notafunkiller · 1 year ago

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Summary: During your family getaway, things get a little messy when you meet Bucky's old friend.

Pairing: (fake) boyfriend’s brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 38/39), teasing, pet names, language, alcohol, mentions of sex, jealousy, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 4.5K

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A/N: This story will have around 4 parts, this is the 2nd part.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You keep coming across each other in the morning and during dinner for the next couple of days. He’d refused the offer, you heard from Jessica. You noticed he doesn’t enjoy talking about business in general, so you never open the conversation about it.

His family is really lying to him without shame, and you can sense how cold their bond is, but what can you do? You wish he knew... you wish you could talk about it with him. If only...

That’s why you are surprised when both of your families decide to organize a getaway in Austria for the weekend, and Bucky is coming along.

Thankfully, the cabin you’re staying at has more than enough rooms even with Bucky and William’s sister there.

Rebecca is a physiotherapist, she’s thirty and she lives in France. She seems very close to Bucky. They’ve been hanging around a lot since you arrived.

You wish you could say you are close to your family. You’ve been barely speaking to your mom since this whole arrangement became a real thing. But you didn’t say even a single word to your dad. And Bucky noticed, but he didn’t comment on it even as he helped you get your luggage to your room.

“You know I could have done that myself, right?” You smile.

“No need to. Your boyfriend should have, but he’s a punk.” He shakes his head disapprovingly. “No wonder why you won’t...”

You immediately puff, anticipating what he wanted to say. Why does he want to bring that up? “What, fuck him?”

“I was gonna say share the room with him. My little brother’s sex life is none of my concern.”

You nod, all flushed. “Good. I’ll go take a shower and be right back.”

You don’t know why you tell him this because it’s not like it’s his job to inform anyone. That should be William’s, but he’s not here. And even if he were, you know you wouldn’t ask him to.

“Alright. Uhm, see you later.”

Bucky didn’t anticipate Rebecca waiting for him in the doorway of his room. She has a “I know everything” look, making him blush even though he did nothing wrong.

“How old is she?” She asks soon as Bucky closes the door.

“Who?”

“You know who, Bucky.” She jumps on his bed amused. “Your little crush.”

He puffs in response as if that’s a real answer.

“Come on, don’t be mad. It’s okay. Maybe she’ll realize she is into older guys.”

“Rebecca!”

“What?”

Bucky groans. “You are talking about our brother’s girlfriend.”

Rebecca’s eyes glow, and he has no idea what he’s just started.

“They haven’t been together long though. I doubt two people who live in different rooms-”

For some reason, he gets defensive immediately and interrupts her. “That is their choice and you should respect it.”

So it’s hers, Rebecca puts two and two together.

“You think he is that bad?” Rebecca changes the subject a bit to get more out of him, and Bucky realizes, but he can’t help but ask.

“What?”

“In bed. She seems angry all the time.”

She doesn’t remember the last time she saw her brother looking like this. This is more than a crush at this point. He’s annoyed, angry and livid, all at once.

“What? You never thought about it? Never heard them?”

“Can you go to your room now?” He snaps, trying to brush the images of you with William off his mind. It makes him sick to his stomach. “I don’t wanna talk about my little brother’s sex life!”

Rebecca laughs, walking to the door.

“You didn’t deny she’s your crush! And I didn’t even say her name, by the way.”

Shit... He didn’t even realize. Things are going too far, he needs to snap out of it.

“Your room, Rebecca.”

“Such a bad man, mid-life crisis hitting you two years...” She stops for a few seconds before she corrects herself with a wink. “One earlier.”

Bucky groans. “Rebecca!”

“She’s into you anyways, Buck. You’ll save him from dating or even marrying someone who doesn’t love him.”

Somehow, her words set him on fire and cool him at the same time. Rebecca is good at reading people, and he sensed something is off about you and William, too, but how can he hope... how can he think about kissing his brother’s girlfriend even after a break up?

“She was checking your ass on the stairs.” She adds with a smirk. “And it was not subtle.”

And then he’s left alone with his confusing thoughts and feelings.

Something’s wrong with him. He’s been completely —and obviously— avoiding you ever since he helped you with the luggage, and you wonder what you did wrong. As soon as you get inside any room he is in, he finds excuses to leave. Was your tone too rude earlier? You didn’t intend to get mad, but you couldn’t help it.

You know he is an adult, and he should be able to face you even if it bothers him, yet you can’t help but feel bad when you see him outside, in the cold.

You take the nearest blanket without thinking twice and open the door.

His head snaps in your direction, and you smile shyly, wrapping the blanket around his back.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you, I just came to give you this.”

His shoulders relax, and he reaches out to take your hand. “Thank you! You’re not bothering me at all. You can sit with me if you want.”

Neither of you has any idea where this came from. You thought he didn’t want to be around you, but how can you say no to this?

You sit on the chair next to him and smile when he covers you with the blanket.

“No, no. This is for you.”

“I’m not gonna let you catch a cold, love.” His voice sounds authoritative but not distant.

“Then let’s share.” You grab the end of the blanket and adjust it until you are both covered. “See? Perfect!”

After that, you’re quiet for a few seconds, trying to find the right thing to say or ask him.

“Are you alright?”

Bucky smiles. “I’m alright.”

“Well, you look alright.”

He blushes and laughs at the same time, making you giggle. He looks so adorable like this.

“Then why did you ask that?”

“To make you smile. You were quite tense.”

“When?” He tilts his head, and your shoulders touch under the blanket.

“Ever since we arrived, to be honest. Did I do anything to upset you?”

“No, love, you didn’t upset me.” He immediately assures you, but you’re not certain he’s being honest, and he senses it. “I mean it, I’m sorry if I gave you that impression and made you uncomfortable.”

It’s easy to notice when he is lying at least. He surely didn’t intend to make you feel bad, but he’s been avoiding you.

“Don’t worry about me.” You sigh. “You can just tell me next time, though. So I won’t be in your way.”

“What does that mean?” He can feel the panic rushing through his whole body.

“I mean, it’s your family, and they decided to have this random vacation. I could have stayed home.”

Not entirely true because you were asked to come along.

“Well, your family is here too, plus your boyfriend. But it’s irrelevant, anyway. I am sorry for ignoring you, I was just… consumed by my thoughts,” he says honestly, and you smile.

“It’s okay. It happens to me too.”

Especially when it comes to him.

“Why are you not with William?”

You try not to look disappointed as you answer. He has a point to ask you that. After all, William is your official boyfriend, and you two didn’t spend much time together. But you hate it anyway.

“You want me to leave, huh?”

You try to take off the blanket, but he doesn’t let you.

“No, no. Don’t go, I mean... I just expected you two to spend more time together.”

“Well, I wasn’t too keen on coming here. I have a lot of work to do on Monday, and I wanted to prepare some docs beforehand, but my parents forced me indirectly to...” Bucky snorts, amused for some reason, so you stop talking.

“You don’t like spending time with old people much, do you?”

Old people? Does he mean your parents?

“By old people you mean you?” You ask jokingly and turn to him just to see him smirking. The little beard he grew over the last few days makes him somehow even more gorgeous. He’s probably, truth be told, the most attractive man you’ve ever met.

“Yep. I’m turning thirty-nine after all.”

Holy fuck... The question is why you find this so sexy.

“That’s a very nice age,” you comment amused, playing with the edge of the blanket. “You make thirty-eight look very good.”

You don’t have to look at him to know he is smiling again. Good, he should know, and it’s not wrong to compliment someone.

“Thanks.”

You start to talk about random things shortly after: jobs, projects, random hobbies. He is shocked you enjoy origami, and you can’t believe he was in a band during high school. Well, you can imagine it, but it still surprises you. It’s comfortable and nice, but every time he calls you love, you feel yourself shivering more and more. And he senses it, immediately starting to brush your arms with his hands under the blanket.

“Maybe you should go inside.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” you protest, melting under his touch. It feels so good. “Can I ask you something?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

“Ha, funny!” You playfully roll your eyes. “Is it your parents’ anniversary or something?”

Bucky lets out a chuckle. “No, no special occasion for them. Why?”

“Saw a birthday cake...”

“It’s not for them.”

Fuck, is it William’s birthday? No way. Your parents would have told you… you wish you checked the calendar with everyone’s birthday before starting this conversation.

“Is it Rebecca’s?”

“Nope.

“Then...” You think for a little and when it hits you, you gasp. “Yours?”

“Yep.” He pauses, turning his head just enough so he can look into your eyes. “My daddification era is starting.”

Your immediate reaction is a burst of laughter as the lightheartedness of the moment caught you off guard, followed by a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. It feels like your face is on fire.

“But you’re not turning forty...” You mumble, your words barely audible. “I mean, I had no idea. I’m so, so sorry, it’s so embarrassing!”

“So no gift for me, huh?” He teases, utterly unfazed. He hadn’t expected anything at all, and seeing you blush so furiously is endearing. “I feel deeply hurt.”

Without thinking, you lightly slap his chest. “Shut up!”

“That’s not how you talk to your elders, ma’am.”

“Okay, dad,” you snort in response, but there’s a momentary pause from Bucky. He holds his breath, a flicker of different emotions crossing his face.

The knock on the door doesn’t wake him up, but it surprises him. He slowly drops his phone on the bed and puts on the nearest T-shirt before opening the door.

There’s no one there waiting, instead, he finds a tall cocktail glass made of paper with a note inside it. Confused, he carefully picks it up from the floor before getting back inside again.

If you don’t drink anything today, I’m gonna punish you... with my presence.

So think twice before refusing :)

Happy birthday, Mr. Barnes

What Bucky doesn’t expect when he gets downstairs in a great, great mood is to see you, Rebecca, and Cherry talking on the couch.

He freezes, shocked, but he doesn’t have time to recover before everyone starts to hug and wish him a happy birthday. Cherry kisses both of his cheeks and hands him a small gift, which he assumes it’s a watch based on the size.

“Surprise!”

Bucky smiles. “It’s actually a surprise, I really didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Becca said we should keep it a secret. When did I ever miss your birthday?”

He instantly looks in your direction, worried for some reason you might misunderstand this situation, but you don’t seem mad at all. And why would you? You are with his brother. You’re not his. Not even a little. Because if you were...

Rebecca smirks satisfied and hugs him too. “Happy birthday, grandpa!”

He hears you laugh, and before he can think twice about it, he sticks out his tongue playfully toward you.

“Keep it low with the flirting, will you? Your little brother is in the room,” Rebecca whispers, amused, in Bucky’s ear before letting you wish him a happy birthday.

You stop awkwardly in front of him, wondering if you should hug or kiss his cheeks.

He makes the decision for you, grabbing you by your waist and getting you closer. You open your arms and wrap them around his back, shocked, knowing how intimate the way he’s holding you might look. But you don’t care. You let yourself enjoy this as you rest your chin on top of his shoulder.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Barnes.”

“Thanks for the drink, love. The best gift I received.”

You hide your smile in his shirt.

“You haven’t even opened others yet.”

“I don’t have to.”

You bite your lip, breaking the hug before it gets too suspicious, and give him space so your mom can wish him a happy birthday.

Rebecca winks at you, which makes you even more confused, but you don’t think much about it, focusing on Bucky.

The breakfast goes well, with Bucky in the center of attention despite his obvious attempts to shift the focus to anyone else. Your parents decide to get some shopping done around lunch and get some food for all of you, so you don’t have to worry about much. William tries to do some affectionate gestures from time to time, but you ignore them as much as you can, without making it obvious. You still have to play your part.

Cherry seems like a nice girl. She’s Rebecca’s age and they met during university. They all have been friends for a couple of years, and it’s easy to see that by how comfortable they act around each other.

As they talk about some fancy place in Spain you’ve never been to, you scroll randomly on Instagram.

You decide to search Rebecca and Cherry up so you can follow them, and as you look at Rebecca’s photos, one post in particular catches your eye.

You can’t hold back your gasp, which immediately draws Bucky’s attention.

“You good?”

“Yes,” you answer absently and zoom in on the first pic. There are around ten people there, including Bucky, Rebecca, and Cherry. It’s clear they are all close, but you didn’t realize how close Bucky and Cherry are. They are sitting next to each other in almost every photo. In the second to last one, he is holding her by the waist in a very boyfriend way, which makes you close your eyes.

Of course they were a thing. Of course! And now she’s here... You feel close to crying and you don’t remember the last time you felt so stupid.

Why do you care so much? You are officially dating his brother and you’ve been just friends.

You close the app quickly and stand up, ignoring Bucky’s eyes on your back as you announce, for the sake of appearances, that you’re gonna take a nap.

You don’t let yourself tear up until you close the door.

What if they hook up again here? What if you’ll hear them?

Jesus, anything but that! You couldn’t bear it... You’d be sick for real.

You don’t go down for lunch. Your mom comes a few times to check on you, then William, then your mom again with lunch.

You feel hurt and annoyed with yourself. You can’t act like a kid all the time, so when Rebecca comes to check on you, you decide to go downstairs with her.

Bucky looks at you immediately, concerned and confused, but you don’t let your eyes linger too much on him, especially since he is sitting next to Cherry. You drop onto the couch, next to William, and he smiles.

“Feeling better?”

“Much!” You lie, but you do it well enough not to get questioned.

“So now that we’re all here, can we see the surprise, Buck?” Rebecca asks excitedly.

You watch Bucky get up without saying anything, and everyone stays quiet until he returns with a tray full of drinks. He keeps one to himself and takes another one that looks like a cherry mocktail while everyone else hurries up to take one of the drinks. Bucky heads toward you with a smile. “I guess I am not as rusty as I told you last night.”

You know exactly what he means: his first job was as a bartender. He shared stories with you about glasses he broke in the first month, but how he learned, yet it’s been years since he’s made a drink.

You can’t deny the drink looks tempting, especially with your penchant for cherries, but the mere thought of sipping it turns your stomach. “Thanks, but I can’t drink this.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows, the wrinkles on his forehead becoming more pronounced. “What’s wrong? Still feeling sick?”

“No, I just hate cherries. I can’t drink it,” you lie in a disgusted tone, keeping your eyes on the table.

“Do you want me to make you another one?” He asks immediately, surprised because he saw you eating cherries before. Why would you hate them all of a sudden?

Cherry herself is walking toward you with Rebecca, so in a moment of madness, you extend your hand. “Can I taste yours?”

Bucky nods, and you immediately take the glass from his hand and take a sip.

It tastes okay, but it’s not your favorite, for sure.

“Thanks, but I’m okay.”

“Is it bad? Should I-”

“I’m fine, enjoy your drinks, Bucky. It’s your birthday.” You try to sound as casual as possible. “Gonna get some wine.”

“Wine?” Your mom's surprise is evident in her voice. “Since when do you drink wine?”

“Special occasion. My brother-in-law,” You have to force the words out of your mouth without choking. “Is turning thirty-nine.”

You haven't even gotten tipsy until now, so the half glass of wine, combined with the lack of a proper lunch, makes you feel a bit dizzy. Rebecca immediately catches on and nudges Bucky, who’s been on the edge all night, to help you. William and your parents have already gone to their rooms.

You’re half asleep when you feel Bucky’s arms wrapping around your waist, causing you to open your eyes in shock.

“What are you doing? Let me down.” Your face makes contact with his chest as you speak.

“I’m taking you to bed.”

You snort immediately, letting him climb the stairs with you in his arms. “You can’t take me to bed, silly. Go back to your p-pretty... friend.”

“I’m carrying my pretty friend right now.”

“Smooth talker.” You sigh when he opens the door. “Not me.”

“Who do you mean then, love?” He helps you sit on the bed, and you instinctively reach for his hand, running your fingers along it. His skin feels remarkably soft and warm. You don’t remember the last time you found hands attractive. Or veins. At least, not like this…

Deep down, you know you never stood a chance anyway. Even if you weren’t officially with William, you’re far from Bucky’s type. Cherry, from what you've observed, is an amazing woman, and you can admit that he has great taste.

He probably sees you as too young for him, perhaps even as a little girl.

You scrunch your nose, and Bucky sits on the bed too since you won’t let go of his hand. He allows himself to enjoy this fleeting moment for a few seconds, aware that it won’t last. This won't hurt anyone, right?

“She’s so pretty and nice, I get it.”

“Get what, love? And who is pretty?” He lets you take his other hand too as he gently asks.

“Cherry.” You sigh, tapping his palms with yours lightly. “I guess she came here to win you back. And I understand. But like... you’d be wasted,” you complain, grabbing his face all of a sudden.

Bucky leans in instantly, closing his eyes.

“If something didn’t work once, why would it work now?” You stroke his beard gently, taking your time. “I mean, sometimes it does, but I can’t see it happening for you. You’re old,” you laugh, making him laugh too.

“I’m old?”

“Ihm, you are. The daddification era looks good on you.”

Bucky’s mind is racing now. From your touch to your words... he feels weak.

“Thank you, love. But how do you know about Cherry?”

“Saw some photos on Instagram this afternoon. You looked gorgeous and all over each other,” you bite your lip, unable to stop touching him. Even if he doesn’t belong to you...

“It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t serious, love.” He brings his hand to your face too, caressing your cheeks, which only makes you giggle.

“Hmm?”

“We’ve been friends for ages and we just had some... fun for a little while, but it wasn’t a relationship.”

You puff. “That is a form of relationship too! And maybe she wants you now.”

“I doubt that. But even if she did, I don’t want her like that, okay?”

“But she’s so pretty and funny,” you add, surprised.

“Many women are. But I told you, there is nothing like that.” His tone is serious, but you can’t understand.

“But you had sex with her,” you point out, visibly upset. You hate that even though it’s silly.

“O-kay, you need to get some sleep.”

You move your hand down to stroke his chin. “I’m serious, you’re...” You find yourself glancing down to his lap for a brief moment. Although you can't see anything, you just know it’s big. “A whole package. Don’t waste yourself.”

“You think I want Cherry?”

You don’t understand the surprise in his voice. Why wouldn’t he want her? If he wanted her once...

“You’re so confusing,” you murmur, and your eyes fall on his bottom lip the moment he licks it. It’d be nice to feel how soft it is. His mouth seems so soft and wet, and you bet he knows how to use his tongue. Ah... “You wanted to have sex with her, but you wouldn’t want anything with her now?”

Bucky smiles widely, surprised by your interest in his past. He knows it’s silly, especially since you are with William for some reason and he’s pushing forty, for fuck’s sake, but he can’t help himself.

“It was only for a summer.”

“Is this what you do with everyone?” He gasps when he feels the tips of your fingers on his lips as you speak.

“W-why?”

“Don’t waste yourself, okay, pretty boy? They don’t deserve you.”

Bucky literally chokes, completely taken aback.

“What?” He gently grabs your chin. “Who doesn’t deserve me? Cherry?”

“All of them.” You yawn, trying to keep your eyes open. “You deserve a better family.”

You’re so sad for him. They’re lying to him, and he’s so lonely.

Bucky’s confused but also touched by your words. You probably noticed how tense his relationship is with his parents, and you paying attention to that gets him emotional.

“We all do. But right now, you need to rest.”

“Don’t go to her tonight, okay?”

“Jesus, princess.” He strokes your cheek gently, and you giggle for a second.

“I’m not a princess. But please don’t do it. I can’t hear it…”

“Hear what?”

In response, you clap your hands together three times, mimicking the sound of skin slapping. “Please.”

“You mean sex?”

“Duh! At least...” You shake your head, trying to fight tears. You don’t want to cry. “Not tonight. I don’t want to hear it.”

Bucky sighs. He’s already told you he isn’t going to, but you mean sex now, and he wants to make that aspect clear too.

“I am not going to be with Cherry in any way, okay, princess? You won’t hear a thing because there isn’t a thing going on, alright?”

You nod happily and giggle. “Yes, sir.” You move your hand to your forehead, imitating a military gesture.

“Wow, such a good girl,” he snorts. “I expect this attitude from you tomorrow too, love.”

You roll your eyes, still in a good mood. “I’m sleepy, go away.”

“After you made demands about my sex life?” Bucky laughs. “Should I make demands about yours?”

“Go away!”

“Oh wait, there’s no sex li-” You hit him with the nearest pillow you find before he can finish his sentence.

“Augh! So aggressive.” He leaves the room still giggling.

You wake up in the morning feeling well-rested, without any headache or stomach ache. You can’t believe how embarrassing you acted toward Bucky. Like who are you to ask him not to sleep with someone? You wonder how he hasn’t told you to fuck off already.

He’s so kind, and here you are, lying to him, just like the rest of the family. Just like William. You’re deceiving him…

Even if he was into you after all, you lying to him like this would ruin any potential relationship before it even begins.

You need to stay away from him.

Packing doesn’t take as long as you anticipated. William helps you get your bag in the car, and your family makes sure to remind you to be a good girl as if you are a naughty kid being left with a new nanny.

As much as you avoided Bucky until then, you can’t help but stare at him as Cherry hugs him. Indeed, there is nothing but friendliness all over his face, and you wonder if this is how it’d be if you fucked him —in another universe. You’d still be his friend? You cannot understand this. Not even a little.

Unfortunately, you don’t notice Rebecca looking at you until it’s too late. As she hugs you goodbye, her words make you freeze.

“Take care of yourself, and please don’t play with both of my brothers’ hearts.”

The shame floods your entire body, overwhelming you. You rush to the bathroom to splash water on your face, attempting to hide the tears staining your cheeks.

You fucked up really badly.

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ell-alexanderarnold · 9 months ago

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Intertwined, sewn together

Summary: Trent thinks Y/n’s unlocked a dimension of love in him that he never knew existed, whilst Y/n is fighting her feelings, unsure what’s right in their relationship. The only thing that she’s sure of is her love for Trent…

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Sad, Reader has commitment issues

Note: So the results from this poll was a one shot! I really enjoyed writing this, feels like I’ve not written angst for a while so this was so much fun.💌 Please let me know your thoughts ♡

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1st of September

You had yet another dream about him. Why can’t you move on? When will this end? He held you in a way that no one’s ever had.

It comes in waves, you miss him a little less at times and then you miss him a little more. Although you swore that he’ll never hear from you again, you debate every time after a dream to make that call. Then you wish you’d stayed, you wish a lot of things but this, this is on a whole different scale. The scale of you missing Trent, could not be measured.

The moment you met each other, you both knew right away that you were perfect for one another. Time passed and it got more difficult, nothing happened in the way you wanted.

You spent your last summer with him, knowing it would probably be the last. You both knew.

28th of July

You lied awake, exhausted from the day. He was asleep, breathing slowly. The moonlight shined on his face so beautifully. Something inside you told you to leave but you thought, how can you begin again? How can you try to love someone new, who isn’t Trent?

As tears streamed down your face you kissed his forehead lightly so he wouldn’t wake up and left.

He’s going to wake up, without you. He will wonder where you are and he’ll think that this is where the story ends he just has to accept it and move on.

The memories, the good days, the bad days, they’ll be with you two always.

7th of September

Trent was spending some time at his mum’s house, filled with love from his family but the entire time he wished for Y/n to be with him. He don’t know how many times he’d thought in everyday, everything that ‘Y/n should be here’ or ‘Y/n would’ve laughed at that’,‘ Y/n would know what do to’.

He sat in the living room with his mother, watching some football to distract him from his thoughts.

“Oh Trent! Your birthday’s in one month!” Dianne exclaimed and Trent looked at his phone checking the date.

“Yeah.” He simply responded, completely emotionless.

“You should invite some friends over, maybe that girl that was here this summer. What’s her name again?” She asked and Trent got reminded of Y/n once again. He knew his mother adored her and Y/n loved being around Dianne as well, she was like her second mother. Trent knew that at some point this was going to happen.

“Y/n Y/l/n” He answered and watched his mother’s face lit up.

“Oh lovely Y/n Y/l/n, I miss her! What are she doing these days?” Dianne asked Trent and he started to get more upset thinking of her, his mother doesn’t know she’s not in his life anymore.

“I don’t know mum, we don’t see each anymore.” Trent revealed and the smile on Dianne’s face faded away.

“I’m sorry sweetie.” She said and comforted him as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, crying in his mother’s arms like he was a little boy.

“I guess you really loved her Trent.” She said after a while of rubbing his back.

“Yes, more than anything.” He sniffled and looked at his consoling mother.

“How do you know sweetheart?” Dianne implored and took ahold of his hand.

“Because nothing makes sense without her. Like everything was just at ease with her, and I know sometimes it wasn’t perfect and I said some wrong things, but that didn’t change our love, Mum.” He explained and she listened to every word.

“What you and Y/n had seemed special Trent and I’m sure she thinks that as well. Maybe you should try again?” His mother suggested as Trent looked up at her, giving it a thought.

“I don’t know.” Trent said and rubbed his eyes, ”I think I’m going to bed.” He added and Dianne gave him a quick peck on his cheek before he went up to his room.

8th of September

Trent woke up, tears forming in his eyes immediately as he opened them. The dream, was it real? Did the love of his life enter his life again and everything was how it once was? Anyways, it just a dream.

But he couldn’t let it go, he couldn’t go back to sleep. Y/n was all he thought about and at this point he couldn’t take it anymore.

He reached for his phone, the clock said 3am. She’s probably asleep he thought, or in somebody else’s bed. He could only pray for Y/n to pick up.

The signals kept going, until it reached voicemail. “Hey, it’s Y/n leave a message and I’ll call you back.”

Just hearing your voice made his heart beat faster.

“Y/n, it’s T. Erm well there’s no easy way of saying this.” Trent started as his voice was shaking and he took deep breaths to not start crying. “I miss you, really bad and uh,” He then went silent, wondering why he’s even doing this. “It’s been very hard without you, my mum asked about you earlier, she misses you too. I’m sorry for calling this late but I hope you’re doing well,” He paused. “without me, bye.” He sniffled then broke down sobbing. His heart was psychically hurting and all he wanted was to be with you, curled up in your arms..

10th of September

You were almost done with your work and took your last sip of your tea. You were going to meet up with your friend after work but one thing changed so drastically. When you were about to call her you noticed a missed call from two days ago. Just by the look of last numbers, you knew.

As you walked home from work you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The voicemail. You didn’t want to listen too it, maybe it was just a drunk call or just some gibberish. But your heart knew, he would never do that. He wasn’t the type of guy to drunk call you so this must be something important.

You wish you didn’t care so much. You must admit that you wish you hated him. No, no you couldn’t. No matter how much you wanted to or how easy things could be if you’d actually hated him, you could never.

When you got home, you crashed down on your bed. You were dreading it, you tried to move on and not care about it, but it was impossible.

You pressed ‘call voicemail’ and then, you heard Trent’s voice.

“Y/n, it’s T. Erm well there’s no easy way of saying this. I miss you, really bad and uh, It’s been very hard without you, my mum asked about you earlier, she misses you too. I’m sorry for calling this late but I hope you’re doing well,”

“without me, bye.”

Oh. You didn’t expect that.

You sat completely still against your headboard as tears streamed down your face. He misses you. He misses you!

So what do you do now? You could just move on with your life and act like everything’s fine without Trent. Or, you could send him a message but that will ruin the fact that you promised yourself he’ll never hear from you again.

Here you go..

You: hey Trent, i just heard your voicemail. i’m sorry. don’t know what you’re doing in the next few days but maybe we can talk someday, in person?

You buried your head into your pillow and felt your phone buzz, only seconds after sending the message.

Trent: yeah i’m free, is Tuesday good for you?

You: yes that’ll work !

Trent: so maybe we can meet up in the cafe you liked near your place?

Oh gosh, he remembered.

You: sure

Trent: alright, see you there then

26th of July

One more sleepless night. He brought it up again. You fell asleep crying and Trent didn’t want to hear you cry, turning up the tv to escape the guilt he felt. It breaks your heart when you want to be with him so bad, but you’re afraid of your feelings.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away Trent.” You said after minutes of silence.

“It’s fine.” He answered, turning of the tv.

“But it’s not.” You noted.

“Just leave it Y/n, goodnight.” Trent mumbled and turned away from facing you.

12th of September

You checked your outfit and makeup for the hundredth time before you went out the door. You were a little bit late but not too late.

It was just a short walk to the cafe from where you lived. You didn’t want to go really but you forced yourself out of bed to make it. Ever since you received Trent’s voicemail, it’s been replaying in your head. Every single word. Will everything he says today also replay in your head forever?

When you walked in you noticed that he was already there, sitting at one table. You were glad this wasn’t a popular place, so that you two could get some privacy without people reporting they’ve seen you two together.

You took a deep breath before walking towards him and as you walked, he stood up. To hug you.

You could feel your cheeks burn, it felt like you were finally home again.

“Good to see you, Y/n.” Trent greeted as you sat down, still unable to relax when you were in his presence.

“Yeah, you too.” You smiled and took your coat off, you were becoming too warm.

“I ordered a hot chocolate for you, is that fine?” Trent said and you nodded back in response. Why is he acting like everything’s normal?

You got your hot chocolate from the barista who’s familiar with you and Trent.

“Lovely to see you two again!” She beamed and you and Trent looked at each other, smiling but deep inside you both knew that it’s not how it used to be.

“So Trent,” You started, taking a sip of your hot chocolate, that was indeed very hot. “How have you’ve been?” You continued.

“Well, better than July.” He joked and laughed it off but you knew he was lying.

“You?” Trent asked.

“I’m erm, I’m alright.” You paused. “I think.”

You wanted to get straight to the point, because there was so many things to talk about. Trent wanted to solve things and you too. So it was just up to one of you to break the ice.

“Can I just be honest with you?” You stated and he looked you in the eyes.

“Of course.”

“Okay I’m just gonna say it. I’ve missed you.” You revealed as you watched his eyes lit up a little.

“I’ve missed you too.” He expressed.

“No but, I’ve missed you like.. so so much, Trent.” You spoke and your voice was shaking.

“There been so many times where I wanted to call you. There’s things I’ve wanted to talk to you about but you weren’t there.” You went on and you noticed that his eyes were glossy.

“Y/n, even if you called after a year at 3am I’d still answer you know.” Trent confessed as you stopped a tear escaping from the corner of your eye.

“But I will never forget that night.” He noted, you forced yourself to think back at nights where you two argued or made love but there’s only one you’ve tried to forget.

“What night, Trent?” You implored.

“The night my heart dropped because I realised you were gone. I woke up and you were gone.”Trent shared as the tears streamed down his face.

“I can’t even begin to imagine how you felt, baby.”

Now you were both crying. You know you cannot pretend that you don’t love him. There is no escape.

“Why did you have to leave, Y/n? I don’t understand, I just wished you’d stayed.” He whispered as you both dried your tears.

“I was scared Trent. I’ve never felt that kind of love you gave me before. I didn’t know what to do with myself and my feelings.” You explained and the tears streamed down your face again.

“I know you only tried to help me but you hurt me with those words you said you know?” You observed and remembered those nights where he doubted you, why you were scared to love him.

”I’m sorry Y/n.” He apologised and took your hand in his.

“You know I love you, and that’s never going to change, never.” Trent cried and you kissed his hand you were holding.

“I know.” You whispered, almost inaudibly.

”I love you too and I’m so sorry for leaving you like that, forgive me please?” You sniffled and he gave you a small smirk.

“I forgive you, my love.” He professed and smiled.

The lady who worked at the cafe started to walk towards your table and you looked around to see that there was only you and Trent left in the cafe, it was dark outside as well.

“Sorry to bother you two but we’re closing soon!” She happily informed you and Trent.

“Oh sorry, we should get going then.” Trent answered and you started to put your coat back on again.

You both left the cafe with puffy eyes but light hearted. Trent offered to walk with you to your place which you couldn’t deny after this afternoon. Hands intertwined as you both walked the short distance to your place. You and Trent walked in silence and just took in each other’s presence after such a long time apart, well two months but for you two it felt like forever.

You now stood outside your apartment, wondering what to do now.

“Alright, so what do we do now?” You spoke up, unsure what the future holds for you and him.

“I miss you, you miss me too. So why can’t we make it work?” Trent challenged and you sighed, “Because..”

“Because? There really is no reason, Y/n.” He asserted and you both chucked.

“You’re right.” You agreed and put your hands in your pockets as the cold autumn breeze came.

“I’ll see you around then.” Trent remarked and you nodded.

As you turned your back on him I didn’t feel right, something was missing. Trent.

You turned around and called his name, little did you know he already had turned around to you too.

Your lips met, his arms were wrapped around your waist and you didn’t care about your surroundings.

How do you even let go of a person who feels like home?

“I can’t leave you now Y/n.” He laughed and you kissed his heart shaped lips once again.

“Can’t leave you either.” You blushed.

You took his hand and went inside your apartment, he couldn’t contain himself from leaving kisses all over you neck and your face.

You were no longer scared of your feelings because you knew that no matter how hard you tried to deny them, they were always there. Your love for Trent won against every fear you had.

You two were living in parallels the entire time you were apart. You both dreamed about each other, wanted to call one another but didn’t, until Trent got the courage to do it. Because he couldn’t stand another day without you.

The story you both thought died was never over.

Your love for each other was never over.

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jessilynallendilla · 30 days ago

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JASONxJAZZ

Friendly Neighborhood Vigilante T

Meet Jasmine Fenton: Smart, resourceful, kind and the very proud sister of Amity Park's own undead superhero Danny Phantom. Therapist at your service. Intern at Arkham Asylum. Can kick your ass. Likes tea and long walks at the beach. Meet Jason Todd: Smart, resourceful, not-that-kind (if you say he's soft you may get knifed) and the very proud vigilante and protector of Crime Alley. Died for a while but got better. Holds grudges. Likes reading a nice book and the sound of the rain against the window. They are neighbors now.

Batman, Meet Team Phantom NR 118,359 SERIES

Jason leaves Amity Park for Gotham, but an emergency call changes everything. The Fentons have discovered Danny's secret, and things are going horribly wrong. While Jazz, Sam, and Tucker save Danny from Jack and Maddie, the group is now on the run. Jason and his family pull all of their resources together to make things right.

Present, Future, Past T

After a fight gone sideways, Bruce finds himself in the future, one that's a lot brighter than Bruce could have ever hoped for. And yet, there are still some shadows Bruce must overcome. But perhaps the insight of the future can help Bruce do just that.

Can't Help Falling In Love (With You) T SERIES

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since trouble is her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

When The Side Quest Gets Real T SERIES

Jason gets confused for one Jack Fenton by one exasperated teacher, who immediately tells him off for not answering the school's calls-Right in front of Tim and Dick.

Shovel Talk? T 3,464

Things were finally running smoothly for The Batfamily, then Jason decided to throw a wrench into it. That wrench was named Jasmine Fenton. Now the whole family have to prepare for a shovel talk.

Deal T 3,884 ESRIES

One day, a woman hires Jason to kill an unusual amount of people. The more he looks at the case, the more he is convinced he has to accept.

There's Something Wrong With The Nightingale Siblings G SERIES

A reveal gone wrong, a drive to Gotham and a sister made of shadows. Danny didn't know this is what he was signing up for when taking the crown, but naming his sister queen regent was better than the alternative. He'll just have to see what kind of trouble Danny and Jasmine Nightingale can get up to in Gotham.

Gotham's Favourite T 1,315

Jason has heard the rumours going around Crime Alley, about the Saint of the Dead. He didn’t believe them, at first, of course. How could he? When they spoke of an ethereal being that appeared amongst the living and brought them in contact with their dearest departed? Brought them closure?

Drunk Summonings T 1,577 SERIES

Jason is dared to summon the ghost king. Only instead of getting the ghost king, he gets the queen regent.

Core Skills T SERIES

Jason doesn't want to disappoint his family (or worst, be called out by his brothers). Jazz tries to get custody of Danny. I wonder where it all could go.

Why Not? T 5,263

Jazz goes to Gotham Public Library to get out of the house. Jason has a rare day off.

I'm Picking You Up T 2,939

Jason Todd has been secretly dating an amazing woman named Jazz Fenton, but hasn't told her about his vigilante/crime lord life. When he's captured by the Riddler on a day when the rest of his family is unavailable, he discovers that his girlfriend is more than meets the eye. Maybe he should have asked a few more questions...

The Wonderous Beauty Of The Statuesque Scarlet T 9,773

Jazz knew she was tall. It wasn't like it affected her life or anything (sarcasm). It wasn't like she didn't end dates early because the dude asked her if it was really necessary for her to wear heels. Yes, she was tall. And strong. On top of that, she had duties as Ghost Princess, so finding a partner was not easy for her.

The Night Will Come But Not To Stay T

Jazz is excited about going to Gotham University for college. It's halfway across the country from Amity Park and anyone who knows about her weird family or ghost nonsense. Finally, she can pretend to be a normal woman who just wants to go into psychiatry. She meets a cute guy named Jason, and they seem to be getting along great. Jason finally decided to put aside his vigilante work long enough to get a degree. He's learning how to be a normal person again, with a family that cares for him. He's even made a few civilian friends, including a cute girl named Jazz. Surely, nothing could come up that would reveal their other lives to each other.

Cujo And The Ghastly Gotham Grabber G 9,520

When Joker grabbed Damian, Cujo said “not on my watch mister!” and proceeded to tear the clown to shreds. Then Cujo takes his new friend to Danny to make sure he’s okay. He is delighted when he makes even more friends when Damian’s brothers come looking for him.

Talks At The Fenton Bar And Brunch And Mount Justice G 8,299 SERIES

The Fentons talk, meanwhile a six (and a half!) year old halfa does what every nosy child does and listens in only stopping when the ghost of time drops in for fudge. Meanwhile, Tim is wondering what the exact relationship the Fentons have with the Infinte Realms is that the Young Justice's newest member wants to look into Jason's background.

You Look Like You’ve Seen A Ghost T 37,602 SERIES

Jason and Danny became friends in the Ghost Zone. This is about to be everyone’s problem. Batman just wants to know who this illusive teenager is. Because he’s a meta. Obviously. Not for adoption reasons. No siree, not him.

Somehow Whatever's Eternal In Me Knows Whatever's Eternal In You M

Everyone knows the story of Jason Todd’s resurrection. He dies, he gets resurrected half a year later, he crawls out, goes to the hospital for another half year, and then gets taken by Talia to the League before he finally comes back to Gotham 3 years later. But what if that didn’t happen? When an additional force comes to Gotham with the intentions to take over, she finds Jason Todd lying on the ground and then decides to take him with her. Everything in Gotham changes.

Wrong Exit T SERIES

Danny comes into the story too early and makes it everyone else's problem.

Is Batman A Ghost? T

The Fentons learn about the Bats in Gotham. Thanks to the portal to the Ghost zone breaking and the ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, Fentonworks sets up shop in crime city. Shenanigans ensue

Turning Shadows Into Shapes T

When the GIW gets too close to finding out who phantom is, Jazz takes custody of her adopted brother and moves out to Gotham. Danny is enrolled in West Reeve and Jazz goes to Gotham U, and finds a job at Arkham. Everything was going fine, for the first couple hours. The more Jazz and Danny try to avoid the Bats, the more they seem to meet, and Danny and Jazz figure that this can only lead to conflict.

Won't You Be My Neighbor? M

Jazz is excited to start a new job in a city that has never heard of the Fenton’s. So what if they have raving psychopaths and people dressing up in tights to fight them, at least she doesn’t have to deal with ghosts. But, why did her new neighbor trigger her brother’s ghost sense? And why does she feel like she’s falling for the mysterious vigilante that crashed through her window one night?

Blood On The Crown M SERIES

She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his brow, a covenant between them, a secret promise that she would tear the world asunder if it meant keeping him safe.

Premeditation T 17,192 SERIES

The problem is that so few people are even able to see what the problem really is. The problem is that things that manage to find the balance on the knife’s edge of life are so, so hard to kill. The problem, Jasmine Fenton realizes, two weeks after she moves into Gotham, is one that almost no one, in any dimension or realm, is able to solve. The problem is simply put, though, even if it’s almost impossible. The problem is this: The Joker is a Halfa.

Custody Battle G 1,274 SERIES

"Touch starved Danny gets cuddles from tallmom!Jazz and tankdad!Jason after a long and hard custody battle against the neglectful Fenton parents. "

If You Find A Vigilante In The Dumpster M SERIES

The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster.

Crying Is Okay T SERIES

I will change the summary when I get a better idea I am winging this, but so far it's about what happens if Danny goes to University in Gotham and gets a job at Arkham.

Rifts T

As a general rule, just when you thought it couldn't get worse it suddenly did. This is something the Fenton siblings knew from experience. The thing is, normally her brother is the one who puts them on the spot. This isn’t one of those times, and Jazz just knows that she will never get Danny to shut up about it. ...If they ever get to see each other again, of course.

There Will Come A Soldier T 9,644

Jason jumps to defend a woman getting mugged but she uh...doesn't need the help. She appreciates the heart-eyes he shoots her, though.

The Business Of Family T

Things are not well in Amity Park. With the GIW getting more and more aggressive and their parents becoming ever more suspicious of Danny each day that passes, Jazz knows that they're running out of time. It's not safe, and their options are painfully limited. Out of sheer dumb luck or a little intervention from Clockwork, she manages to discover a distant relative that just might be their salvation. If asked Oswald Cobblepot would say that it's just good business. Adopting a few kids had done wonders for Bruce Wayne's reputation, why not his? It's not like he can't afford to put them somewhere out of the way if they get to be a problem. It's just business. Nothing more.

Advent Reunion G 4,765 SERIES

Danny was gone. The GIW had wrecked his core and Jazz was left grieving with her family and friends, all devastated. They hunted the monsters that destroyed her brother, hunted them all the way to the Himalayas and destroyed the Guys in White but Jazz felt like it was a hollowed out victory. Grieving and anguished she stole Vlad's booze and wander off, runs into a guy hiding a body and deciding to spend a weekend running amok with "Jason" (a nice jerk that left without even saying goodbye and who she really should not have developed feelings for). Then she discovered she was pregnant, and Clockwork told her he had placed Danny's ruined core in her so he could be reborn. Skip nearly seven years later and Jazz is the mother of a rambunctious six (and a half!) year old boy who is the reincarnate of her brother and she just moved to Gotham with her family to go to school. Jason meanwhile runs into a kid that tries to steal his wheel and pay for it with coco, a duck candle and a literal piggy bank... and then reunites with a blast from his past... and she has a tinier version of him attached to her hip.

DANNYxTIM

The Blob T

Tim sees a floating green blob and believes it is a delusion, but it is actually a ghost, one of the victims of the murderer he caught. The blob ghost latched on to him and refuses to leave. As Tim finally admits to himself that it's real, more blob ghosts attach themselves to Tim, hoping he will catch their murderer too. Finally, his family notices that something is amiss with him and attempts to figure out what is wrong. Meanwhile, Danny in the Ghost Zone hears that there is a human, in the living realm, that the blob ghost can't stop praising.

Social Media + Insomnia = Epic Fails (Not Clickbait!) T 8,216 SERIES

Yes I Sleep @TimDrake_Wayne Fellas… is it gay if he’s dead? Otherwise known as: Tim makes an Oopsie

Hold The Stars Close (Like You Were Holding My Hand) NR

Daniel Fenton had to run, Amity wasn't safe for him anymore, he couldn't stay, so he left. By no means did it mean that he understood how he ended up in a crime filled city with a baby to care for, and another teen vigilante for a co-parent. Maybe it would get better.

You Can't Teach An Old God New Tricks M

Danny didn’t have a lot to his name. He arrived in Gotham 2 years ago lost and confused. He knew he was a king. He knew he was a halfa, and he knew that he ruled all of the infinite realms. But the harsh realities of Gotham also kept him on his toes as he tries to ignore his past. Nothing from before the age of 14 but electricity down his spine, A sister whom he loved, and an apparent complaint of his newfound lack of Empathy because of it. Danny had avoided the infamous Bats for too long but as the ghosts start to delve into the world once more moaning for the Phantom, and a family edging on being a gang. He finds himself far too close to the vigillante’s and Batman than he really wants to find himself. And as his world collapses in on itself, maybe he needs someone to catch him for once. Someone he never expected.

Tim Drake's I.E.F (Invisible Eldritch Friend) T SERIES

The last thing Danny expected while haunting his new favorite pastime while bored (read: homeless) was to find out his secret identity. It was cool though, and he helped the dude get through the days easier now. He expected even less, though, to be caught rooting around in his fridge by their butler. The last thing Tim expected while getting stalked was to get used to the unseen creature and how they started taking care of him. He expected even less for them to be the same age

Till Death And Beyond T 85,655

Danny and Tim have known each other for a year, have been dating for months, and are very happy. Sure, Tim would prefer if his boyfriend let him help him at least get a nicer apartment, or even an internship at WE but Danny won't let him. Dating Tim is not keeping his head down but as far as everyone knows, Danny Fenton died with his parents and sister. Danny Nightingale has no links to him, thanks to Tucker and Technus' magic. But there are still those who would love nothing more than to get their hands on Phantom, despite his not having been seen in a long time. And why is there a vigilante bleeding out on his apartment floor?

Bones Exposed T 44,774 SERIES

After years of being a halfa, Danny's body starts to gain more symptoms from his death, resulting in his human half slowly dying. In a desperate attempt to live the rest of his life in peace, he becomes a hermit, living isolated in Gotham and only leaving his home when his services are needed at Wayne Enterprises. His life isn't what he expected, but it's his and he's accepted it. That is until Tim Drake gives him a reason to start looking for a way to stop himself from dying all the way. Now Danny is desperate to learn how to deal with his disabilities and stop his body from dying completely. At least he has Tim Drake at his side to help.

This Is Me Trying T 17,337 SERIES

After an argument with Dick, Tim snaps under the pressure and quits the Bats. Thanks to some encouragement from Tam, Tim goes on a road trip in the hopes he can clear his head and figure out what he wants to do with his life now that he's left the Waynes behind. It's not easy, not even close, but somewhere along the way he meets a kindred spirit. And maybe, kinda falls a little in love along the way.

The Price Of Peace T SERIES

The Juistria League - the alliance of the major countries of the continent Juisitria - has long since stood for peace. Unfortunately there is one country that is a thorn in their side whenever they try to solidify that peace: The Infinite Lands, a country of barbarians to the north where the only reason they survive is the magic in the air. Where the magic is so strong that even children develop a talent, which they themselves call "the blessings of the dragons". The country that, last time the Juistria League had tried to negotiate, had waged a war more brutal then anything seen before on them, for over a decade - right until the moment a rebellion caged him. Not long ago, his murderer took the title. And now, that very same newly crowned High Chief demands negotiations of them. Bruce would rather die, would rather see Gotham and all of Juistria in flames than to allow that man to take one of his children. Tim, however, makes another decision before he could say that. Now, everyone has to hope Phantom will be happy with the boy… Meanwhile Danny is just too stunned that they actually agreed to that to do anything about the sudden engagement.

Given Flesh And Form M 6,308 SERIES

When Bruce is stuck in time with no way out, there are faster ways to get results than to chase clues all across the seven continents...and it's not like Tim needs complete body autonomy anyway. So what if he agrees to host a budding baby royal ghost until it can form a new body? That's, like, what, under a year's worth of taking it easy? In exchange for his adoptive Dad's life? No contest. Tim strikes a deal with the King of All Ghosts and doesn't regret it for a second. Meanwhile. Tim's family is certain that something is wrong...but what?

I'll Pay You Ten Times G 5,004 SERIES

Being kidnapped is nothing new. Being kidnapped by a boy more or less his age, with zero recollection of how? That's kind of new. Offering said boy, who looks like a mercenary, money to save him in hopes he doesn't have a moral code? Yeah, that's totally new. But Tim is acing it. He can do this. Now only if this mercenary didn't look so hot while kicking goons' butts, that would've been really nice.

Better Halves (And Other Such Falsehoods) M

Danny's trying to recover all the shards to an entity's chalice so that it'll stop destroying the zone while tensions rise amongst his subjects- and trying to finish high school. Tim's juggling his case load, his work as CEO, and does not have time to be embroiled in a sex scandal right now. If that means he has to pretend to date a very suspicious heir to a rival company, then so be it. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. So what if Tim's becoming a little too intrigued by the illusive, powerful Phantom? So what if Danny can't stand the Justice League for leaving him to deal with all of Amity's problems when he was just 14? That's a superhero thing. And their fake boyfriend has no clue that they're a superhero.

Ghosts Don't Go To High School T

Danny Fenton is having a good day, really. It's his birthday and the ghosts were leaving him alone for once! Then his parents discover his blood is contaminated with ectoplasm and move him halfway across the country to Gotham City! Now Danny needs to keep his secret safe from his parents, help a ghost child find her way home, and try not to get expelled from Gotham Academy. And why does the sight of his physics partner make his heart pound? Must be all the coffee he brings him. Danny needs a nap.

Hi My Name Is Danny What's Your Favorite Dinner Food? T 666 SERIES

Clockwork is prolly laughing his ass off right now, the prick. Alrighty, itemizing time, what does Danny know about his current situation? He is apparently a cartoon here?

The Bakery Is A Front!...Right?: T 13,211

Danny Fenton starts his own business in Gotham. He knows that moving to Gotham is dangerous, but it is the only other place with enough natural ectoplasm to sustain him. His bakery quickly grabs the attention of the locals for its fantastic taste and unknown secret ingredient. Things are fine until Danny starts hiring goons out of jobs and getting street kids to make deliveries. His pastries have a strange effect on people, leading people to assume Danny is pushing a new type of drug, using his bakery as a front for his up-and-coming crime empire. To prove it, Tim and Jason go undercover to find out what he uses and how to put him away.

xOTHER BATFAM

I Was In The Middle Before I Knew What Had Begun G

Danny Fenton is starting a new life with his sister Jazz. Only Jazz isn't the annoying, well meaning big sister that he's known all his life but a five-year-old. Now thrust into the position of caretaker to the one that has always been a caretaker to him, Danny has to push through his pain at losing the one he loved the most while reconciling to his new reality. Now Danny Fenton, uncle to Jazmine Fenton, he's struggling to make ends meet and keep the right to care for the last family member he's got (something that the city of Gotham is far too eager to rip away from him). Cassandra Cain is enjoying her life. She has a cause to rally for, something to devote her whole life to that gives her such purpose that she might as well be alive because if it. She is finally starting to engage in a civilian life as well, setting down some roots in a ballet studio and allowing herself to make some tentative connections with her peers there. When she offers to help out a friend with her ballet class for underprivileged children, Cass is struck by a young man carrying so much grief inside. When she investigates more, Cass discovers this Daniel Fenton is at the mercy of a merciless city because of his meta status.

Harrowing Holidays G 8,553 SERIES

After a few months of dating, Danny invites Jason to Amity Park for Fenton Thanksgiving—both Danny & Jason have convinced themselves, despite all evidence to the contrary, that the other is their normal civilian boyfriend, and don't want to mess things up by revealing their secrets.

Stand By You T 11,867

Dick tumbles through his bedroom window and stumbles to the kitchen. His black and blue suit is stained with blood but the pain from the cut in his side is nothing next to the mental anguish he’s feeling at the moment. All he wants is to get himself patched up and in bed. He had been optimistic this morning that today might turn out okay. Now he doesn’t remember why he’d ever thought that. Upon reaching the kitchen, finds the lights already on and a person dozing at the kitchen bar. His next step ought to have been equally soft as the ones before, barely audible, perfect for stealth. But between the pain and his surprise it came out as more of a thump than a soft pad like cat’s feet. She perks up and turns to face him. He freezes. It’s Jazz. It’s date night.

We Are Infinite As The Universe We Hold Inside NR 8,399

Stephanie Brown finds herself in the awkward position of being pregnant with a god's child and learning this from John Constantine of all people.

Time To Fall In Love NR 6,294 SERIES

A cult uses a ritual designed to summon and bind the Ghost King to their will. What they don't know is that it's actually a ghostly marriage ceremony.

Equilibrium M

There's a new mask on Jason's turf, and this one refuses to leave. Will Jason be able to scare him off, or will they enter into a partnership that can either save them both or drag them screaming into the darkness that hides in both their hearts?

Fuck Around And Find Family M 14,144 SERIES

Danny spends some quality time with the Batfam. And the GIW

A Deal With The Ghost King NR 4,524

When the Ghost King refused their offer of souls in exchange for saving the world, the Justice League had been scrambling to find something he would accept instead. But when the King dissapeared and the world was saved when they weren't looking, Constantine had been in a panic. Someone else had made a deal with the King, offering something worth more than all the souls on Earth. But what? And who had made the deal? Meanwhile, Jason left the meeting. He had a date to plan!

Empty Graves NR

Danny has lost everything. His family, his friends, his haunt. His core is shattered, his powers don't work. He wasn't able to save them, what good is he now? Stuck alone in the limbo between life and death, Danny has nothing left to live for. After a panicked flight that finds him stranded in Gotham, Danny stands atop a tall building and stares down, the tips of his shoes teetering over open air. he closes his eyes and--there's a scream. Fine. He'll try to save one more life. He has to. Or he'll die trying.

Smash Or Pass? T

imagine this, a reporter is asking citizens of Gotham their opinions on the various bats in the city when they stumble across Danny.sleep deprived and looking it, Danny is not paying attention to the reporter at all.

reporter: "What is your opinion of Red Hood?"

danny, who stayed up all night playing smash or pass with sam and tucker, only hearing red hood: "Smash." and then danny keeps walking, unaware that he'd just gone viral with only a single word.

Behind The Fortress Walls T 32,706

Jazz is in love with Dick. He’s kind, considerate, and caring. Far and away the nicest person she’s ever dated. But she’s lying to him. About so, so much. And he’ll hate her once he learns the truth. Assuming he doesn't get tired of her canceling all their dates first. When Danny and Ellie go missing, the latest in a series of ghostly disappearances, she's forced to cancel another date. Going to Elmerton to meet up with Tucker and Sam, she will get Danny and Ellie back from the GIW no matter what it takes. Only...they aren't the only ones breaking in.

#danny phantom #dc #batman #dpxdc #long post #fic rec

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m4tthewmurd0ck · 1 year ago

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THE MORNING SKY

── Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

CHAPTER ── 2 [ A CHANGE OF HEART ]

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no use of y/n and i try to avoid descriptors other than reader being shorter than the boys (coriolanus, sejanus, and archer). i do use she/her.

CORIOLANUS SNOW HAS ALWAYS BEEN PROUD. As in, too proud to ask for help, well from anyone other than Tigris. If someone would offer him a bit of extra food, he’d try to play it off as if he wasn’t hungry but he’d eat it anyway just so the food wouldn’t go to waste. He’d never let on that this would be the first real food he’d eaten in who knows how long, because often all they could afford were potatoes.

Not surprisingly, there was a brief moment during last years games where he became power hungry. When it seemed like Lucy Gray might actually win and he learned of all that would happen for, and to, mentors that ended up with a winning tribute.

He nearly gave in. Coriolanus was tired of a life of wondering where his next meal might come from. He was tired of hoping nobody would notice his too-tight shoes, or that his uniform wasn’t as neat and tailored as the others. He wanted more, not just for himself, but for Tigris and Grandma’am too.

Before becoming a mentor, the games weren’t something he paid close attention to. After being assured his name would never be drawn, Coriolanus simply stopped caring.

Then he saw firsthand just how horrible the games really were. Witnessed the cruel treatment of the tributes before being thrown into an arena and made to fight to the death. Slowly but surely, he began to have a change of heart.

All of that being said, despite how he’d begun to carry himself, and how he started to realize the way he was thinking wasn’t right, he now knows that all of that has gone out the window. Because even before you’d officially met Coriolanus knows that without a doubt he will once again risk everything, this time, for you. Call it an affect of the soulmate bond, or yet another change of heart, he knows he will do whatever it takes to make sure that you survive.

Luck was partially on his side, in that your fellow district tribute was assigned to Sejanus. Based on your reaction when Archer’s name was called, he assumed it was safe to say that you were good friends.

“ — okay?”

Coriolanus nearly jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but he turned and calmed once he realized that it was only Sejanus.

“Sorry… what?”

“I asked if you were okay,” Sejanus lets out a nervous laugh. “Stupid question, I get that now. But listen, it’s gonna be fine. Our campaigning worked. Mentors get to escort their tributes to where they’ll be sleeping. It’s an actual building this time with beds. And we have two weeks to prepare them for the games.”

That was one thing Coriolanus was extremely grateful for, even before he learned that his tribute was also his soulmate. Because he saw the cruelty that was having the tributes sleep in a zoo enclosure up close, he and Sejanus were among the few that agreed changes needed to happen.

Those that disagreed, thought of the tributes as lowly, bottom of the food chain. And they saw no issue with allowing people to come and gawk at them. Nothing wrong with having them sleep on rocks and dirt, maybe a patch of grass if they were so lucky. In fact, some had the nerve to say it was better if their living conditions were like that since “it’s probably closer to what a lot of them are used to”.

Following last years games, Coriolanus spent a good couple of weeks grieving. Grieving the life he knew he wouldn’t get to have, the prize money that wouldn’t be his, but mostly grieving the loss of Lucy Gray. She was good, she’d been kind to him.

During those few weeks, he thought of everything wrong with the games. Of course the games as a whole were ultimately wrong, but he and Sejanus knew it was better to start making smaller changes before they tackled something much bigger.

As a result of many, many meetings with Dr. Gaul, it was decided that the tributes would get 2 weeks to train and strategize, instead of only days to strategize and none to train. A facility was built for those who wished to hone their skills. Mentors would now be allowed to spend as much time with their tributes as they deemed necessary.

Instead of sleeping in a public zoo enclosure, an official tribute living quarters was built, with the rooms resembling hotel rooms rather than bare dorms. This idea came from Sejanus, who pointed out that many of the tributes would be coming from poor districts, and this was at least one thing that could make what they were going through a little less painful.

Coriolanus had been the one to suggest that each mentor should personally escort their tributes to both the arena, and where they’d be sleeping. Being crammed into that train car with Lucy Gray and all other tributes showed him yet another aspect that needed to change.

Luckily, Sejanus ended up offering Coriolanus and whoever his tribute was, to ride with them in one of his families cars. He didn’t know what he would’ve done otherwise.

The ride to greet their tributes at the train station was mostly silent. When Sejanus glanced at his friend, he figured Coriolanus was silent because he was just nervous considering what happened with Lucy Gray. And when Coriolanus glanced back, in reality he was debating whether or not to tell him that you were his soulmate. Sejanus had yet to meet his, but was also one of the many that wasn’t worried about it because he was still young.

In the end, Coriolanus decides not to tell his friend, at least not yet. Although he knows Sejanus wouldn’t use it against him, at the end of the day this is still a competition and they both still have tributes in the games. He also rationalizes this decision by telling himself that telling Sejanus wouldn’t do any good at this point anyway.

Once they arrive at the train station, neither boy is surprised that they’re the only 2 mentors there. Though the train is only 10 minutes away, they know that the other mentors are probably waiting until the last possible minute. That, or they’ll have their tribute wait at the station for a while before finally showing up.

As the train pulls in, Coriolanus begins to feel nervous. But it’s mixed with that nice feeling that comes when your soulmate is close by.

As you step out, he tries to hide his smile. Though this is the first time 2 soulmates are meeting, he knows that if he wants you to stay alive, he has to think like a mentor. And that means focusing on the games. None of the other mentors, besides Sejanus eventually, can know what you mean to him.

Archer helps you off of the train, and he becomes visibly relieved when he sees Coriolanus and Sejanus standing next to each other.

You keep a tight grip on Archer, who held his arm out so that you could hold it as you both walked. Once you walk the short distance to the boys, you slowly let go.

“Hi,” you speak softly.

Coriolanus steps forward to take your hands in his, but stops as he remembers where he is. As he looks around, he realizes he was right. It’s been a few minutes since the tributes arrived and the other mentors are only just now approaching the train.

“You okay?” Archer looks down at you, concern written all over his face.

In lieu of a verbal response, you simply nod.

“We should get to the car so we can show you guys where you’ll be staying for the next two weeks,” Sejanus nods his head, you guess in the direction of where the car is.

Once you all approach the vehicle, Sejanus says he and Archer will take the back row, and you and Coriolanus can take the middle.

Archer breaks the silence and asks the first question, knowing you’re too nervous to.

“So — how does this work? Once we get to the — the place?”

“Where you’ll be staying?” When Archer nods, Sejanus continues. “Since it’s already pretty late in the day, today doesn’t actually count as day one. That’s tomorrow, and from then you’ll have two weeks to train and make whatever preparations you need to for the games. The training facility is on the same property, so you don’t have to do any traveling.”

You think for a moment before finally working up the courage to ask your question. “The — Lucky Flickerman said that this years arena is going to be completely different since last years one was mostly destroyed. Do you know…?”

Sadly, Sejanus shakes his head. “Sorry, I wish we did. They’re keeping us in the dark until we all tour the place tomorrow.”

Hoping it’s subtle enough that Archer and Sejanus don’t see his movements, Coriolanus slowly moves his hand closer to yours, before gently resting it on top.

Sensing he doesn’t want anyone else in the car to know, you turn and mouth “thank you”.

“Will you guys be with us when we train?”

Coriolanus nods. “Most days, yes. Two days are technically to show off your learned skills to those in charge of the games, and mentors aren’t allowed for that. It is optional for mentors to be there every day, but Sejanus and I will be.”

It may be selfish, but you’re glad you’ll have so much time with him before the games. You know the odds of you actually winning the entire thing, and you’re just thankful that you’ll have at least 2 weeks with your soulmate.

After what feels like an eternity but was really less than 20 minutes, the car finally slows before coming to a complete stop. This time, Coriolanus exits first and helps you step down. When you let go of his hand, you find yourself immediately wanting to hold it again.

The first thing he and Sejanus notice, is yours and Archer’s reaction to the tributes living facility. It really does look like a fancy hotel from the outside.

“It basically is,” Sejanus gives you and Archer a sad smile. You can feel your face growing warm. You didn’t realize that you’d said that out loud. “They agreed that tributes can’t be forced to sleep in… well I’m sure you guys saw it last year. Coryo and I were actually two of the people that convinced them to make the living arrangements a lot better. There are still pretty strict rules though, and that we had nothing to do with.”

“Like — like what?” You ask, speaking up for only the second time since stepping off of the train.

Coriolanus tries to ignore the feeling he gets just from hearing your voice. He didn’t realize soulmate feelings would be so intense.

At that moment, you all step onto the elevator, and the ride up to the 12th floor is silent. When Coriolanus twists the key into the lock and pushes the door open, you can’t help but gasp.

(pretend the bottom is just part of the main entrance)

“So, they do want to keep a close tab on all tributes, and because of that when you’re outside of your rooms you’ll be given bracelets with trackers. They wouldn’t tell us why, but outside of training they want tribute interactions to a minimum so other than everyone having breakfast and dinner at the same time, no one is allowed out of their rooms unless training or given special permission. Also because of that, the doors lock from the outside. But mentors have keys so we’ll be able to come see you guys whenever we can.”

When the 4 of you reach the massive walk-in closet, you and Archer are surprised to find it full of clothes. At a quick glance, most of the clothes are for training. But there’s also a tux for Archer and an extremely expensive looking gown for you.

Once you’ve finished touring the entire room, Sejanus and Archer step out onto the balcony, leaving you and Coriolanus alone for the first time.

Anxiety begins to take over you once again. “We’re… we’re trapped in our rooms?”

Finally feeling comfortable enough to do so, Coriolanus takes your hands in his and steps closer. “Nothing will happen to you while you’re here. I swear it.”

“But you’re not here at night, right? What if someone is somehow able to get in and…”

“I know you have no reason to trust me yet. After what happened last year and how I let—”

You shake your head. “It’s not that, I promise. I know it’s probably the soulmate bond talking but I do trust you, with my life. I saw last years games. I know that what happened to Lucy Gray wasn’t your fault. You didn’t let anything happen. You did everything you could to help her win, and she should’ve won but the system failed her. Not you. It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s everyone else.”

Coriolanus gives you a sad smile, allowing himself a brief moment to lift his hand up and gently place it on your cheek. “I swear to you, I will make sure you come home.” He has to refrain himself from saying home to me.

“I know you said mentors have the option of being at training every day but that they don’t have to. Are you sure you —”

“Yes,” he nods. “I’ll be there every day.”

Sejanus and Archer re-enter the room just then, and you and Coriolanus take a few steps apart.

“We have to get going,” Sejanus nods towards the door. “But we’ll be back first thing in the morning. Tributes aren’t meeting until tomorrow so they’ll be bringing dinner up to your rooms tonight.”

You and Archer walk with them to the door, and Sejanus says his goodbyes before heading back down the hallway. Coriolanus tells him he’ll catch up in a minute.

“I’m gonna go have a shower,” Archer glances between you and Coriolanus before heading off in search of the bathroom.

“I can’t stay long or he’ll know something is up,” Coriolanus speaks softly. “I promise we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

You nod and stand on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Like I said, I trust you.”

Before he can overthink once again, Coriolanus takes a step forward, this time putting his hands on either side of your face.

“I will do whatever it takes to make sure you come home. I will keep you safe.” With that, he places a soft kiss on your forehead and smiles at you once more before turning around and leaving.

He knows that if he doesn’t leave right then, if he stays even one moment longer, he may not be able to walk away.

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A sastiel finale confession would go hard because they'd totally kiss while Cas was taken away for extra drama

in my head, it would the same everything. The same buildup, setting, and emotions. Only difference is that instead of Dean, It would be Sam. And the confession would go a little differently. Cas would not only talk about how learning and exploring the earth has changed him, but Sam also changed him. In a way that he'll never forget. cas recalls the first time he met Sam and how he thought he was so dangerous and evil. How angel radio gossiped about the boy who was were to be demon king would kill everyone and everything its in path. How he was going to follow the exact timeline of events transmitted from angel general to angel soldier to now to Cas. But when he first met Sam, he wasn't like anything that the angels had talked about. He talks about how he observed Sam. How it was an order to keep him under wraps, to make sure the vessel doesn't do anything wrong. But as he did so, he saw that the vessel wasn't just a vessel. It was a whole being with its own thoughts and hopes and dreams. How caring and loving Sam was to anyone and anything. Except demons of course. Then he goes on that during that time he learned a lot of stuff while observing-turned-to-conversing with Sam. like emotions; a few emotions that he experienced that he didn't quite know until now. Which was embarrassment and regret (for thinking Sam was this monster, now that he reminisces. but he also experienced something he would never forget. something that would be at the back at his for forever. love. He doesnt say that though. Then season 5 happened, where sam was going down the path of sacrifice. He tell Sam how he didn't want him to go so bad, but Sam had made up his mind. And Cas accepted that...he just stood there and accepted that. He knew that it was wrong and oh so badly how he didn't want him to go. But Cas let go. Then when Cas had the chance to rescue Sam from the cage, he took that chance. He took the chance to make amends with Dean. he took the chance to do something that was his idea. He took the chance to make it up to Sam. To repent for letting Sam go like that. Even though Sam was soulless. Cas apologizes to Sam, saying that maybe Sam was larger than he thought. Playfully saying and laughing off the fact that Billie was banging at the door, yelling thats it times up for Cas. And Sam is at the door trying to buy more time for Cas, to help him before he goes. Sam is in a mix between sad and anger, trying to figure out what is Cas trying to say to him. Why is he confessing to him now at the moment. Cas continues to relay all the moments with Sam (or what there was since the writers never had them be in a scene for more than 10 minutes). Cas crying and voice faltering. He even thanks Sam for looking after Jack when he was gone. How he believed in Jack even when no one else did. Sam is still at the door still holding back Billie, now angry mass of almost liquid goop, still clueless. Sam responds in the most fake platonic way possible. he says that he enjoyed every moment with Cas, how every time he was with him, it felt so special and nice. like an angel watching over him. he says that he always believed and prayed to angels, but thought he never would get response. But maybe he did. and that response was Cas. thats when Cas confesses that Sam changed him. reiterating the first sentence he said. This time with tears and a fractured voice. he says Sam changed him and that he loves what he has become and the he loves...thats when it clicked in Sam's head at the moment. He calls out for Cas, saying his name in desperation. As if it might be the last. Cas says he loves Sam. They both stand in silence. The banging ceases. It was like the world had stood still in time. For them. Cas stand there, waiting for a response or reaction or something, He doesn't care, he wants to hear what Sam says. Sam is in distraught. Not because the person who is in front of him might just go to superhell at any moment right now. Well mostly that. But its the fact that an angel who hated him before, who then helped him and considered a friend, brother, and a little of

#see reblog for continuation #sastiel #supernatural #sam winchester #castiel #samcas #samstiel #spn #sastielnation #sastiel memes

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year ago

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YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George denies his feelings for you because he's self conscious but you want to know he wants you or not Warnings: a bit angsty i guess? NOTE: this is pretty long so i might have to make a part 2

Part 2

you have been Friends with the twins since first year, and a lot has changed in those 6 years.

especially your feelings for the younger twin, George.

the way he'd smile at something Fred would do that wasn't even funny, or the way he's always check up on you when noting even wrong in the first place.

he was sweet and gentle, way more than Fred was.

you had accompanied the Weasley's at the Quidditch world cup and the whole time you kept glancing at him, right beside you, his cheeks covered in green and white paint as he cheered for the Irish and booed for the Bulgarians

you kept looking at him until Fred noticed and caught you, giving you a look. only then did you focus and not look at George the rest of the game

Later while walking back to the tent, Fred caught up to you and walked with you

"so.. George, huh?" he snickered

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows

"I mean come on, there's a way more attractive twin right next to you and you chose the funky, fuglier one? you must be blind, Love" Fred teased with a smile

"George is not fugly" you rolled your eyes

"so you like him" he smirked

"just because I said he's not ugly doesn't mean I like him, Fred" you sighed

"but you do" he whispered over the loud cheers and celebrations

you looked at him tiredly and fought back your smile, he knew you too well

"he fancies you quite a bit too, you know" he nudged you

"he does not, Fred" you shook your head

"how would you know? you don't hear what we talk about when you're not around" he crossed his arms.

"I'll believe it when I see it" you chuckled

"oh you will"

you both walked into the tent and started celebrating with the others when George came up from behind you, scaring you. you screamed in surprise and hit his arm lightly, making him laugh

"what were you and Fred talking about?" he asked after calming down

"well- I- I don't kno- nothing" you stuttered like a fool, making you cringe

his smile faltered "oh, ok" he nodded vigorously

he walked away from you, thinking you were keeping secrets from him

after celebrating and teasing Ron, you all set into panic when you were getting attacked

Fred took Ginny's hand before running away

but you were focused looking around at the fires to notice George's panic when he couldn't see you

he called out your name loudly, refusing to leave without you.

you turned around and tried looking for him through the people running past you

"George!" you yelled out to him, letting him know you heard him

you didn't hear anything back from him but you felt a tight grip on your wrist before getting pulled along with the crowd

that was almost a month ago and your 6th year had began

George was still the sweet, gentle and caring young man he has always been and it made you swoon over him most nights

and you made sure you let Angelina know that, she would hear about George all the time from you and she would tell you about Fred.

and despite what Fred says, George still hasn't shown any liking towards you other than friendship

but you took Fred's advice anyway and did it yourself, flirting and being more affectionate with George. but he would just smile it off

until you started to feel hopeless and pathetic

you found Fred in the common room by himself for a change and decided to bring it up again

"Fred have you been messing with me?" you questioned, sitting beside him

"in what way?" he smiled, knowing he messes with everybody

"with George, I've done everything you told me to do but it seems like a waste of time, I really don't think he fancies me" you sighed

"I don't know what to tell you love, He tells me about his feelings for you almost every day, I think he's just too much of a coward to act upon it, I don't get why you like him when the better looking twin is right in front of you" he teased

you didn't reply to him, you just stood there feeling like an idiot

"hey, it'll be fine, He would be stupid to not like you anyway" he assured you, pulling you into a hug

he pulled you closer until you were basically on him, trapped in his arms.

he had a smirk on his face as he looked at you, and you knew what he was gonna do

he started to tickle you, making you laugh and squirm around, trying to get away from him

"stop!" you squealed

"never" he chuckled evilly

"hey guys"

Fred stopped tickling you and helped you sit up right. an awkward look came across Fred's face as he looked at George who stood in the middle of the room.

you sat up and looked at George, who looked uncomfortable

"hey, George" you cleared your throat, looking ahead of you, fiddling with your fingers

"was I interrupting something?" he replied, looking a bit aggravated

"no, not at all mate" Fred shook his head, noticing his twins face

"ok then" George nodded before walking towards the couch, squeezing in to sit down in between you and Fred, which made Fred smirk as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised

"I'm just gonna go to bed, see you tomorrow, Love" Fred said, getting up, placing a kiss to your head, and walked away to the stairs, looking back to see George glaring at him

"go for it" Fred mouthed to him, making George roll his eyes

George refused to move away from you.

"what was that about?" he asked you

you were still sat there, fiddling with your fingers as he talked

"just playing around" you mumbled

"cool" he clicked his tongue

he was still pressed up to you, making you feel boiling as the warmth of his side and the fire warm you up

"i should probably call it a night too. had a long day" you announced as you stood up.

"oh, ok then. goodnight" he frowned

"night" you rushed before going up to your dorm. without giving him the usual kiss on the cheek you normally give him before going to bed

George sat there alone, thinking about the past month, how he would catch you and Fred together, attached by the hip

he knew something was going on, he felt left out and you didn't like him as much.

he was starting to suspect something was going on between you two, something he wished he had with you

he couldn't blame you, Fred was the better looking twin, and after all the nights talking about you to Fred, he probably started to feel the same things George felt.

Fred was funnier, more outgoing, he was the more popular twin, the one that everyone thinks of first. how couldn't you like him? all the girls did.

but he was mad at Fred, he knew his feelings for you, he knew how much he liked you, yet he still went off to be with you. George didn't think Fred would do anything like this to him, they were brothers, twins.

the past week you would see George talking to all these different girls, he would lean against the wall as they tucked their hair behind their ears nervously, giggling softly and hitting his chest, obviously flirting with him.

it made you confused, he would never really show any girl attention unless they were his friends, not to say he wasn't friendly with people, but this was something else.

he wasn't hanging out with the group at all and when you all walked around you would find him with a girl, flirting.

you weren't going to lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did, the other night were he squeezed between you and Fred where he looked jealous must've been nothing.

you weren't able to talk to him as he was always out and about with different people and it kind of annoyed you.

Fred even said the only time he sees him is after curfew when he's already in bed, where he would sneak in after hours and head to bed

it was starting to piss the older twin off as he was without his partner in crime

Fred was going crazy as he couldn't do any pranks and you told him you would gladly help, so that's where you were, out in the corridors with Fred, getting ready to prank his brother.

not the brother they usually prank, Ron, but George. it was Fred's idea to get payback for abandoning the group.

he set it up and you kept look out for him, looking through the door to see him and a new girl talking, close together, her beginning to get touchy with him, you watched as he smiled down at her smugly

"which girl do you think he'll ask to the ball?" Fred asked you quietly

"I couldn't really care to be honest" you sighed, still peeking through the door

"I know you do, either way I'm sure Lee would take you if you end up without one" he replied

"they're coming!" you whispered loudly, not getting a chance to react before Fred grabbed your hand, pulling you around the corner, snooping as you poked your head around the wall to see.

as George walked out the door, he was greeted by quill ink pouring all over his body before stink pellets dropped on him, making him reek for at least a week, getting worse when you shower it off.

then lastly, slugs dropping from the ceiling that pooled at his feet and collected in his hair and going down his shirt

you and Fred began laughing until you heard the high pitched scream

for it hadn't been George being the victim, but the girl he was with getting pranked.

she screamed and yelled out at George, he stepped back and covered his nose from the stink and cringed at the look of her

the girl cried and she jumped up and down and shook herself to get the slugs off herself. making you and Fred snicker at the sight

George must've heard you through the screaming and crying because he locked eyes with you, making you go wide eyed

he looked pissed, like he was gonna yell at you

"come on" Fred panicked, grabbing your hand and running away from the scene, you both ran to the common room and sat out on the couch puffed out and tired from going across the school.

"do you think he's mad?" you quizzed him

"he looked pissed, but he won't yell at us, she'll probably think he did it himself" Fred chuckled

you heard loud footsteps coming from the entrance as you and Fred starting laughing again, barely being able to breath.

Fred fell of the couch and began wheezing when he saw George standing at the side of the couch, looking at you both angrily

his arms crossed and a frown on his face as he glared at you

"what the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" he yelled at you both, making your laughs die down, looking at him shocked

when you didn't answer him he continued

"do you guys seriously not know how to grow up? she went to her dorm crying covered in ink and not to mention she stank, she hates me! she thinks I did it!" he didn't look mad anymore, he looked livid.

and then he caught a glimpse of your hands that were together as you looked at Fred as he sat on the floor.

you were trying not to laugh as you looked at George's mad face.

the small airy giggles slipped from your lips and Fred started shaking from holding his amusement in.

you covered your lips and looked at the ground, trying to calm down again

George looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"stop bloody laughing, Y/n! it's not funny!" he shouted at you

you stopped giggling and you looked up at him

"what is wrong with you? we were having fun" Fred interrupted

"it's not fun when they get hurt, Fred" George defended the girl

"we pranked people everyday and they always got somewhat hurt and you didn't care, why do you care now?" Fred faught

"that doesn't matter now! just leave me and any girl i talk to alone" George scoffed, his hands dropped to his side, he began walking to the stairs to get to his dorm.

you looked at Fred and smiled "someone's got their wand up their arse" you mumbled, wiggling your brows as he snickered

"you know what? you guys are perfect together, you are such a bitch, Y/n, and you both ruin everything" George came back and pointed at you as he told you off loudly

"don't yell at her" Fred got up and stood in front of him, trying to defend you

"Fred leave it, he's just being an asshole because he thinks he's finally mature and grown up" you rolled your eyes

"piss off" George grumbled

"go ahead" you snapped

he sighed before leaving, shaking his head, deciding to turn in for the night

George didn't mean what he said, he felt horrible as soon as the words left his mouth, but it's in the past now, and his words had already affected you both. he knew you both hated him in that moment for that.

he was just trying to get you out of his head by putting other girls in there, he was allowed to. you were off with Fred so why can't he go off and be with other people too without you ruining it.

he knew he would have to apologise, after tonight that girl would probably start telling people and the word would spread out that no girl should be around George or he'll just prank you.

and because of this he'll probably end up without a date to the yule ball, which he was hoping he would be able to go with you, but it seems impossible for that to happen, as you're probably going with Fred

it was the weekend and you and Angie went out to Hogsmeade to find dresses for the ball. before you left you saw George by himself on the couch, when he saw you, he looked like he wanted to say something but you were quick out of there, not letting him have the chance

"soo, Fred huh?" you smirked at the girl as you searched the rack

"you don't mind do you? I know you guys are really close" she smiled nervously

"no not at all, he's my best friend, and you guys look so cute together" you reassured her with a warm smile

you had told her about what happened with George as she woke up to you sobbing about it

"are you going with anyone?" she asked

"no, but I'll be ok if I go alone, Fred said who would save me a dance" you shrugged

"oh that's nice, you could just stay with us the whole time if you want" she beamed

"I wouldn't do that" you chuckled lightly

"oh my, look at this dress!" she ushered you over to her, making you let go of the rack and go over to her to see the beautiful purple velvet dress

"you should try it on!" you pushed her towards the changing room with the dress in her hand.

you waited for her and looked through the dresses

"I quite like this one" you heard from behind you, curiously, you turned around to see George holding a dress, looking at you

you looked him up and down and turned around

"it's ugly" you replied shortly

"I'm really sorry, Love. I don't know why I said any of that last night, I didn't mean it I swear, I'm an idiot I know, you can remind me all you want. please forgive me, It'll never happen again I promise" he pleaded as he walked to stand beside you after putting the dress down

"why are you here?" you sighed, not looking at him

"I came here for Zonkos, I just saw you through the glass and I wanted to apologise" he answered

"what do yo- oh" Angie spoke as she walked out wearing the dress

"Ang it looks beautiful, he's gonna be all over you" you clapped your hands as she twirled

"what's he doing here?" she looked at George weirdly

"he came to apologise" you smiled tightly

"well, we don't accept" she crossed her arms

he nodded his head and stood there uncomfortably for a moment before backing away

"ok, well, I'll see you around then"

you heard the bell above the door ring and the door shut

"does he have a date?" she asked, leaning against the rack

"not sure, he's been talking to a lot of girls, he could've asked any of them."

George started sitting with your group again and stopped talking to new girls every day.

you had forgave him when Fred did and you guys were good again.

you would notice that George would still seem to break you and Fred apart but he also seemed more affectionate and whenever you would start to bring it up with him, he would deny it and just say he was always like that.

you started to think he was playing with your feelings, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and wanted to mess with you.

and you got tired of it.

you were sat with Fred near the black lake as you talked about it, and he told you that George started talking about you again

he decided to change the subject by telling a joke making you wheeze of laughter, you were huddled over, holding your stomach as you struggled to breathe

"you look so stupid" he teased

you hit his arm making him wince in pain

"hi guys" George spoke as he walked up to you both, making you pause what you were doing

"Hi George" Fred answered, nudging you to respond

"hi" you mumbled

"can I sit" he asked, waiting for a response, we nodded our heads and he sat down with you.

"so the ball" he started, playing with his fingers

"ah yeah, you excited Freddie?" you nudged his side, making him smile

"yeah" he muttered

you looked over at George for a moment and saw his upset look on his face

"I have to say that Angie looks beautiful in her dress and you're gonna be drooling when you see her" you teased him, making him roll his eyes

"Angie?" George tilted his head in confusion

"yeah, her and Fred are gonna dance the night away, hand in hand all lovey dovey" you giggled.

Fred pushed you and you fell onto your side as you laughed at him

"piss off"

"you're going with Angelina?" George asked

"yeah, I asked her ages ago" Fred answered him

"I thought you two were going together" George whispered.

you and Fred looked at each other and burst out laughing at the younger twins words

"never" you both said at the same time

"oh" he nodded his head slightly in response, making you and Fred look at each other wondering what he's getting to

"you two should go together" Fred suggested, subtly winking at you

"I would rather go with moaning myrtle then her!" George laughed a little too much, slapping his knee and he chuckled

"I'm gonna go, I need to help Hermione study" you awkwardly got up and said bye to them as you started walking away

you heard footsteps approaching you and you sped up

"wait up!" you heard George yell out to you, you rolled your eyes and slowed down

he get to you and walked along with you

"so how are you?" he questioned

"why?"

"can't i ask my beautiful best friend how she is?" he wondered, tilting his head

his words made you stop in your tracks, leaving him confused as he stopped and looked back at you

"what?" he smiled

"what are you doing?" you glared at him

he frowned at your words

"what do you mean?" he stepped towards you

"you've been doing this for so long now and I'm getting tired of it" you replied annoyed at him

"tired of what? what did I do?"

"you come in and break me and Fred apart like your jealous then insult me and then go back to being nice, make up your mind" you huffed

"I'm not jealous" he denied

"ok well then, what was all the sitting between us and pushing him out of the way to be next to me? are you playing with me?" you crossed your arms defensively

he sighed, not knowing what to say

"you act like you like me and then you completely shut me off. make up your mind or just stop talking to me" you demanded

he swallowed deeply

"did Fred tell you?" he wondered

"he told me months ago" you responded

"I thought you were with Fred, so I gave up trying," he started "I do like you"

"doesn't seem like it" you moved past him, walking away

"what do you want from me? you told me to make up my mind and then I told you how I felt, is that not what you wanted?" he questioned, keeping up with you

"George, you just insulted me not even 5 minutes ago? if you fancy me then show it! or I'm not going to believe you" you spat, annoyed by him

"why do you think I went off talking to other girls? love- I-" he started before you cut him off

"George, I don't care anymore. I really don't. you can't say you like somebody to then act like a complete arse after, if you fancy me then prove it!" you spoke angrily before walking off, leaving him there

George had tried his best to show you his feelings. giving you little gifts, sending you owls, going with you everywhere you went and telling you sweet things he liked about you

but you didn't yet trust him fully, he was only doing this because you told him to show his feelings, if you hadn't said that, what would he be doing instead of being with you right now?

you were heading to the library when you heard the all so familiar voice call out your name from behind you

you turned around, bracing yourself for more gifts and compliments

he caught up to you, his hands holding something wrapped in brown wrapping paper

"mum made you it, for Christmas, you can open it now or on the day" he cleared his throat, handing you it

Christmas was in 2 days- and the Yule ball

you took the package, knowing what it is and smiled, thanking him, making a mental note to send Molly an Owl to thank her

"so, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Ball with me?" he asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans

"I'm sorry- I'm uh- I'm going with Lee" you frowned. Feeling bad when his face fell

"Oh- right ok" he nodded vigorously and you noticed his Adams apple bob as he gulped

"Sorry- he asked me a few weeks ago seen as we both didn't have dates" you apologised

"Well, you can ditch him if you want. Seen as though it's not a romantic type of date" George suggested selfishly

"How could you ask me to do that? Just because it isn't a romantic date means I'd trade him for someone who wants me romantically" you shook your head.

"I'm sure he'd understand, he's one of my best mates" he shrugged

"George if you wanted to go with me you should have asked me instead of going off with other girls just because you were jealous of me and Fred" you exclaimed

"Well you were the one who told me to prove my feelings. I could of asked you ages ago!" He argued

"Then you should of! And instead of getting mad at me for having another date because YOU WOULDN'T ASK ME! You could learn from your mistakes and not get caught up in ugly emotions. They don't suit you, George" You raised your voice "and next time there's a ball you can pack up the courage before it's too late!"

"I thought you and Fred were together" he spoke sadly

"Well instead of going off with other girls yuu could ask me and talk to us yourself!" You yelled

"Yeah but I never wanted them, you're the one I want! You're the one I've wanted for years!" He cried out

"Yeah well next time you know what to do then, don't you?"

He stayed silent for a moment "yeah" he whispered nodding his head slowly

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#imagines #oneshot #x fem!reader #george weasley #fred and george #oliver phelps #george weasley imagine #george weasley x fem #angst #hp universe

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claiestve · 6 months ago

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𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 ꨄ Alex

˜”* ❝𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxɪᴛ

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“What do you mean?”

Honestly, you didn’t know what happened. It seemed like, at that moment, your conscience took over. You still debated whether this was a good decision, but no matter what, you could never change the answer. It wasn’t like a ‘good or bad’ thing, but rather a right or wrong. And which one did this fall under?

“[name]! I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to be considerate of your feelings.”

“You always say that, Alex. You always say your decisions are made to better both of us. It’s like you think you’re my guardian angel or something.”

“I’m not implying that at all.”

That was such a lie and you knew it. Alex always made a point to be the ‘humble’ one who cared for you more than himself. Your friends used to ask you how you found someone so caring like him. It wasn’t a complete facade but it was an exaggeration.

He could sit in front of your face all day and pretend he was always right. Not a liar just stubborn.

“What would I do without you?” You mocked his tone, “I didn’t ask for you to be considerate of my feelings, Alex. Lord knows if I wanted that, I wouldn’t ask to talk to you and catch up.”

“Look, it’s clear there’s still animosity and I don’t want to make this tension worse.”

“Alex, there’s no tension. I’m just trying to make myself clear. Now, can you answer to my request?”

He sighed, looking around. You didn’t know exactly what he was looking at or for and you didn’t like that it wasn’t you. Even when you were right in front of him, practically begging for an answer, he didn’t want to give you that attention.

Often, you thought about it but you never saw it. How different you two were. Sometimes you’d ask yourself where everything went wrong but you knew exactly where it all went wrong. It was sad though, seeing how you went from being so in love to now standing in front of him getting ticked off by every move he makes.

“That’s… fine. We can catch up,” He cleared his throat, “I am quite interested in what you’ve been up to recently.”

You smiled at his attempt to lighten the mood. It was the least he could do.\

“Great, let’s walk around.”

You smiled at him. It was partially fake. You weren’t exactly happy at the moment but you weren’t upset either.

“So, how have you been? Have you been making a name for yourself in The Big Apple?”

“Well… it’s been great. I mean, the projects I’ve had the privilege to work on have been amazing and I’ve been accompanied by so many amazing people too. I miss home a lot though… and you.”

The last words made you stop. You didn’t need to hear them at all. Maybe if this was months ago when you were still thinking about him every night, but you were healed now. There was no longer a desire to see him or know how he was.

There were days you couldn’t even get out of bed because all you could think about was him. For a while, it felt like he was a resident in your mind. You never thought you’d be okay after the break up so when you were, it gave you a new kind of confidence. However, hearing him say he missed you shattered your heart. Maybe because you lived partly in the dark after him.

“Um,” He tried to refocus the conversation, “How has being a lawyer been?”

“It’s been good. I can’t talk about much, but even if I could, it wouldn’t sound nearly as interesting as your whole photography thing.”

He nodded, looking at you expectantly. Like he wanted you to comment on him missing you. Possibly wanting a reciprocation.

“I didn’t know you missed me.”

“It’s hard not to. You were my everything outside of my career. You meant– you mean so much to me so it’s not exactly easy to let go.”

“I get that.”

He scoffed at that. It felt like he was disappointed with your responses because he wasn’t getting proper validation. He wanted you to want him. Alex loved the way you loved him so what happens when you no longer do?

“I mean, [name], c’mon. You can’t act so nonchalant about this. You hear me, right? I’ve been telling you I miss you and all you can say is ‘I get that’.”

“What? Do you want me to tell you that I missed you too? I did but that’s in the past, Alex. That breakup really fucked me up. I wish you knew how bad it actually was. My existence doesn’t revolve around the love we once had for each other.”

“I still love you. I don’t get why you insist on putting us in the past!”

“Because, Alex!” You start to match his tone, getting as loud as him, “You may love me and I promise I love you too, and I always will but I am not in love with you. There’s a difference. I don’t want to relive that pain so yes, we are in the past so I can heal in the present!”

You stop walking and look at him, deep in his eyes. Seeing him nearly beg for you to run back to him made you feel betrayed.

“I have taken time to heal which is why I thought we could have this conversation but I was clearly wrong. I hope you can do the same, Alex. Trust me, you’ll be so much happier once you leave our relationship in the past.”

You tried to walk away before feeling a firm grip on your wrist.

“You can’t just walk away, [name]! Why do you choose to walk away from us?”

“Because I’m not choosing ‘us’,” You removed his hand, “I’m choosing myself.”

With that, you walked away as fast as you could. You were eager to get out of that because you knew that nothing good would come out of that conversation.

Your friend smiled and reached out to embrace you.

“I’m so proud of you for that.”

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glad we made it this far um yeah! that shit made me mad and i wrote it sooooo yeah but anyways round of applause for the reader

#zsakuva #asmr #sakuverse #zsakuvaxreader #alex

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samptlay · 10 months ago

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To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart ~ Info.

Blade & Reader's Relationship

Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5🤍, Chapter 6🖤, Chapter 7🤍

Being childhood best friends, they knew everything about each other and been there for all of the other's milestones.

Reader describes Blade as his soulmate and is the only person throughout the whole series who calls him "Ren."

They met in kindergarten or preschool (I forgot what I wrote for that) and the reader kept on bothering him until he acknowledged her and proved to care for her, and since then has been inseparable.

It goes deeper into detail in Chapter 2:

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52453421/chapters/132797800

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/samptlay/737693316678828032/to-my-sweetheart-who-carries-a-wounded-heart-ch

Before meeting Levi, (the reader's current husband) reader would call Blade at least 4 times a week and they would go out together 2-to 3 times a week. Lots of people thought of them as a couple, but both the reader and Blade would shut down the idea.

If the two of them were honest, the attraction and romantic tension were there. There was one night that the two had made out under the influence back in high school as seniors, but the two of them both agreed to just not speak of it. (Blade thinks about it every few months.)

However, none of them had ever made a move. And this is because of the phase he went through during high school. During the beginning of their sophomore year, Blade had started to hang out with guys who thought they knew better than everyone else. Guys who thought girls were just objects made for their satisfaction. Though it didn't change the way Blade acted around the reader, he was arrogant and an overall bastard to everyone else.

A bastard with a handsome face that had ladies all over him. He started to smoke and drink (not enough for him to be an alcoholic or anything, this is what also led to the make-out sesh with the reader one night) He had dozens of girlfriends throughout those years and cheated on them all. Even when he found someone he was actually interested in, he couldn't help but give in to the temptation of other females. So in summary, he was a total player who couldn't commit himself to someone for anything.

This behavior sadly faded into his early years of adulthood. He had different girls running in and out of his apartment every few weeks.

*Switching to 2nd POV, sorry.

You always scolded him about it, worried he would catch something or end up knocking a girl up though he always insisted he played it safe. He admired you even more during those times, because you never seemed to judge him for it. However, you were off limits, out of reach.

This also happened to be around the time you and Levi got married. Blade knew he couldn't commit himself to you, so he didn't have anything to say when someone else swept you off your feet. That doesn't mean he didn't feel anything at all. He took at all the frustration of not being there for you on other women, and got into a bad drinking habit.

Not exactly an alcoholic, but still. You let Blade know you would avoid being alone with him for a long while until you completely have your partners trust to come see him alone. Though Blade understood, it still made his heart ache.

It wasn't until he lost his job in a very risky project he wasn't even supposed to be working on in his company, that he sobered up. (Something like in the game.) During this period, he only had enough savings to last him 4-5 months but it would run out quickly. You had tried to offer him help but Levi wouldn't let you, saying you were being "too nice" and on your way to "giving Blade the wrong idea.".

When I eventually got to one month of unemployment, he was at the gym trying to gather his thoughts while in his own little bubble until a man named "Elio" approached him. Apparently Blade had been watched for about a year according to him and had no idea. Elio said that he knew Blade was running out of cash and offered him a job with a salary that would have people bending backs for. The requirements of the job were tight and required his whole life to fall into Elio's hands, but Blade was desperate and broke.

He didn't have time to entertain women or get wasted. The work was definitely sketchy, and he knew all the things he weren't all legal. He's been under-cover, stolen, fought, involved in fraud and more. All of this seemed to wake him up to true adult life and look back at his past self in absolutely disgust. Of course, you were stoked and over the moon about his new found maturity and even seemed to be around more, just because you felt a lot more comfortable & secure. with this Blade.

Yet, you had no idea what caused the change and always pressed him about it, a little concerned about his choice of field since you swore that Golden Watch he had on was more than both you & his savings combined. Each & every time, he gently shut you down and avoided the topic, deciding that this would be the one wall you'd never be able to break with him. After two years, you let it go and to be honest it caused a small strain in between the two of you since you though he didn't trust you anymore, which wasn't true. He was just silenced.

But you two were still each other's favorite person. Even if you were married, Blade was your soulmate. You've texted him at least 3 times a week throughout your whole life and make sure he never feels forgotten, vice-verse.

But as of the last three years, you seemed to be getting worn down more and more, day-by-day. Each month, the amount of times you'd call him crying because of arguing with your husband increase and he swears that he would have kidnapped you himself up and out of that place long ago if you'd let him.

End of 2nd POV.

In conclusion, Blade & Reader are strictly platonic even though there is little romantic tension, it's more of a click when it comes to the two. They never judge each other for anything and if one party calls, the others is zooming over there in an instant, no matter who there partners are.

Note this, Blade has always wished him and Reader had gone out in their early highschoolers years. Then perhaps his whole life would be turned around, as well as having a ring on his own finger.

And if you weren't married as of now, he would have proposed the moment he left his past self behind. But that's not the case. So for now, he'll admire you from where he currently is.

But Reader knows he loves her. And Blade knows reader loves him too.

Taglist: @msun1c0rn @anime1fan2 @skyl8ver, @umi-adxhira, @lovingnahida @immahuman @faellell @uhfhfhfhf @ssecylia @strrawb3rrysh0rtcak3 @markexplanation @meowmeowraven @xdrin

#hsr x reader #blade x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #fem reader #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanfic #relationship #childhood friends

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flightfoot · 1 year ago

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Fics with major Alya focus that Alya fans should read

So it's hard to find fics where Alya's a central character, where she has a character arc, focus, development of her own to a significant degree, so I figured I'd rec some fics that Alya fans might appreciate! She's not necessarily the main character in all of them, but if she isn't the MAIN main character, then she's still a major character (and almost certainly POV character) in her own right in the fic. I'm only reccing completed fics for this, btw. If anyone knows the tumblr name for any of the authors involved, let me know!

Also I have a blog dedicated to Alya at alyappreciation, so check that out if you're interested!

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In Direct Opposition by @generalluxun

Alya Cesaire is a brand new student to Francis Dupont, to Paris even. The first student she meets is one Chloé Bourgeois, and Alya is determined to make a friend. Things advance Chaotically. Her new 'friend' is definitely a handful, and suddenly Paris has a supervillain and two brand new superheroes! Alya finds herself balancing a lot of things, trying to live up to her ideals and those of her icons. And then reality seems to contradict itself. As time progresses it seems to happen more often. Becoming a hero, battling villains, staying alive, working through friendships. Something is lurking, tweaking events at times, changing them, and no one seems aware. Alya will need all her wits to get to the bottom of this. Her investigative mind can only get her so far though, and then she needs to rely on her friends. This is not a foe you can beat head on.

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Alya's Guide To Surviving A Magical Terrorist Which You Can't Remember by PumpkinPatchworkQuilt

In a world where the fight against Hawkmoth is kept secret from the public, one Alya Césaire sets out to bring the whole thing to light, (and possibly win a journalism award while she's at it)

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Hold Me By Both Hands by @angelofthequeers

“I know he said never to take you back,” Plagg mutters. “But he’d change his tune if he knew.” He looks Adrien straight in the eye and, more serious than Adrien’s ever seen him before, says, “There’s someone you gotta meet. He’s been looking for that book for ages.” How differently might the events of season 2 have gone if Adrien had also known of Master Fu from the start?

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Vantage Point by @ashes555

Most of the time, with more information, life get easier and things make more sense. But Alya discovers that sometimes, knowing everything is just plain complicated.

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Trust by bi_skyes

They thought that because they believed Lila’s lies, they would not be trustworthy to Ladybug anymore. They thought wrong.

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Closure by bi_skyes

After the events of “Trust”, Alya tries to find closure.

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Lean In by Rachelea3

Marinette spills her secret, and Alya does the only thing she can do.

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Alya Cesaire Should Be Allowed To Swear by @stripesandblossoms

Akuma attacks don't stop just because Alya is no longer a Hero, but that's fine, because she can still help clear civilians from the danger zone. Even celebrity-friends like Adrien Agreste.

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Justifying the Means by @ashes555

When the worst happens, Alya finds that she may be willing to do the unthinkable. Is any sacrifice to big to make for her friends?

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Accidents Are Also Miracles by @liiinerle

After some turbulent days that end with five people knowing her secret identity as Ladybug, Marinette loses faith in her ability to keep herself hidden. Wracked with doubts and insecurities, she pleads with Alya to take over as Scarabella, and tries to disconnect from heroing altogether. Along the way, she starts to date Kagami. Hard as she tries, though, she can't stop worrying - especially not once Monarch takes a particular, and personal, interest in her. At the same time, Alya tries to adjust to her new role while she works to uncover who Monarch really is, and makes some realisations about her own wishes. Kagami struggles against a controlling and abusive parent, and a girlfriend who seems bent on destroying herself - with or without Monarch's involvement. And in the meantime, Alix keeps popping her head back in with offers to help (because cool though time travel is, she misses hanging out in her own time). [Contains some spoilers for early s5 episodes, but otherwise diverges significantly from the plot of the season.]

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Alya's Amended Guide For Internet Safety (The RPF Remix) by @redrikki

Alya hadn’t meant to fall down the Ladynoir fic rabbit hole. It just happened. She didn't mean to make Ladybug to read fic about herself either. That just kind of happened too.

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You Are Just A Grin by Midnightdemonht

Oblivio was the only one to need a second separation, even after the butterfly was torn away.

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the best laid plans (of bugs and bakers) by @mexicancat-girl

Paris is buzzing with the appearance of a new ladybug-themed hero, Scarabella. Alya decides to use her second hero identity to help her best friend Marinette. A bit of her flirting with Marinette is bound to make Marinette's crushes jealous and finally ask her out! Her plan is fool-proof…! Except when it's not. Not enough people are talking about Scarabella flirting with Marinette. How can Alya properly help her best friend if the news can't be bothered to cover Marinette's budding romance with Scarabella and only posts things about Marinette with Chat Noir?! So Alya puts her all into her plan, upping up her flirting each time she appears as the newbie hero Scarabella. This totally does not backfire in any way.

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Radio Silence by @into-september

When an inexplicable change between Marinette and Adrien brings the two closer than ever, Alya is left on the outside of a secret too confounding to be about cheesemaking or puppy love. [No S4 AU]

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Creative Lies and Destructive Truths by @azuriteartist

Alya and Lila are two sides of a never-ending fight. The fight between truth and lies, between honesty and deception, between justice and personal gain. And now they have the powers to elevate that fight to a city-wide level. Can Alya stop the deception before it destroys the city? And can Lila stop the truth before it destroys her?

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The Investigation by @11jj11

Adrien and Marinette are finally dating-- which is what Alya has always wanted... but yet this sudden transformation in their relationship overnight? Things aren't adding up. They are suddenly so much closer than they ever have been before, Adrien is apparently a flirt, Marinette is no longer a stuttering mess, and not to mention the nicknames that came out of no where. Alya is happy for her friends, but she knows there's something more going on, and the reporter in her is going to get to the bottom of it.

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Cat Naps by BookGirlFan

Chat Noir doesn't care if he dies temporarily. Alya's starting to think he doesn't care if he dies permanently. Marinette's way too stressed for this, so it's up to Alya to find out why Chat Noir's willing to let his cat naps turn into the long sleep.

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Where were you the first time you were possessed? by @zanzquest

It should be an easy assignment: write about the first time a ghost took over your body to make varying degrees of mischief. There’s just one issue: Alya hasn’t been possessed yet.

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Is it chill that you're in my head? by @bringthestorm

Alya stared at the picture plastered across the homepage of every single tabloid and news site, whispering every curse she could think of under her breath. SHOCKING SECRET ROMANCE BETWEEN LADYBLOGGER AND PARISIAN SUPERVILLAIN REVEALED!!! the headline announced, casually shouting the words she had been dreading for all of Paris to read. --- Alya had always assumed that someday Paris would discover that she had secretly been kissing their most wanted vigilante, but she had never thought it would happen so soon. As the domino effects of her relationship with Ladybug go spiraling through her life, Alya turns her sights towards the one responsible: the elusive superhero Hawkmoth. AKA Someone outs Alya and her girlfriend so she retaliates by deciding to take down Hawkmoth

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Lady and the Fox by @ck2k18

Marinette and Alya, known to their subscribers as “Ladybug” and “Rena Rouge,” have a popular cooking vlog using their parents’ kitchens. While moderating comments, Alya realizes that their viewers assume the two anonymous hosts are a couple, and it causes her to look at her relationship with Marinette in a new light.

(punch punch) fall in love by @mexicancat-girl

One day, Sabrina walks up to Alya. Alone. No Chloe in sight. Sabrina wants to learn self defense. Alya agrees to teach her. Alya ends up getting way more invested than she originally thought she'd be, because Sabrina is a quick learner and sometimes her smile makes Alya's insides go weak.

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When I Grow Up by waltzofthewifi

-I want to be a superhero." The class stifled laughs. "But superheroes aren't real!" Someone called out. A look through Alya's life. One-shot.

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disconnected by just_an_ordinary_fan

Lady Wifi believes she might be the only one who does not want to obey Hawkmoth's orders. When she sees another akuma hesitate in the battle, she finds she might not be entirely alone.

Walking that Mile by @nomolosk

Nino and Alya wake up in the wrong bodies. Several things result from this, including, but not limited to, identity reveals and a better understanding of what their respective best friends are going through.

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(may we write it all down) in cursive light by @sunfoxfic

Since retiring as a journalist, Alya hasn't been involved in an interview in several years. But now that her identity is out, that's about to change.

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Strangely Familiar by @sunfoxfic

Alya Césaire’s life is perfect. Indeed, between the success of the Ladyblog, how well she’s doing in school, and the fact that she’s a superhero who has never bore the weight of a crisis of epic proportions, her life almost couldn’t be better. Almost. But Alya has always been a go-getter, and so she’ll chase after that perfect life if it kills her. Which is how she ends up rushing to move out of her father’s apartment and in with Marinette, Adrien, and a complete stranger: Nino Lahiffe. And in fact, her life does seem perfect — she and Nino are fast friends. They spend a lot of time together and get to know each other really well. But in the end, fortunate situations will bear unfortunate truths, and she learns things about herself that aren’t quite comfortable. Like I said, though: Alya has always been a go-getter, and she won’t let new feelings deter her from chasing after her perfect life.

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Trust your instincts by @ultrakart

Alya has the instincts of a fox. Nino finds it hilarious.

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Foxy Lady by WizardlyMagik

In which Nino finds himself unexpectedly attracted to Rena Rouge, tries and fails to tell his friends and get some advice, and desperately attempts to hide it from his girlfriend. (Who in fact, is planning to use it to her advantage)

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No One Can See Us Here, Alone; or, The Behaviors of Binary Stars by artEngine

"Yeah, about that," Nino turns to fall in step with her out the door, "Hows about we take a small break from the quests? Chillax, enjoy our money and things?" "You say that now," Alya eyes him from the corner of her vision, "but would you still say that if I told you this special quest was to find a hidden genie for three free wishes?" "Dude. Yes." "Fine. Look, I promise to chill if we go on this quest. Okay?" Nino narrows his eyes down at her pleading expression. This dialogue is suspiciously familiar. Somehow, he gets the feeling that this time will be different. And for some reason, he listens to that feeling. "You're lucky I like you," he concedes. Alya hip-checks him with a winning smile. "That I am." : : A series of Alya and Nino's exploits as a part of the 10,000 gamers who found themselves trapped in Akihiko Kayaba's VRMMORPG game, Sword Art Online. For AU April with the Miraculous Fanworks Discord. (Knowledge of and/or interest in SAO or ALO is not required to enjoy this fic)

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well somewhere along the way in our words i must've gotten lost by @noirshitsuji

Beelya where Queen Bee visits the Césaire house after Alya writes an article about her fighting Mr. Pigeon alone. Normally Chloé would like the publicity but Alya had titled it ‘The Birds and the Bees’. After that she ends up coming back to complain about her mother. And her father. And about the fact that her oldest friend seems uncomfortable around her. Her visits becomes weekly, then almost nightly. (Don’t forget to include Chloé redemption (and some “Bee Movie” jokes).) * Alya isn’t quite sure how she ended up here, in a place where she isn’t even surprised Chloé would seek her out to talk about her dad, where she wouldn’t even mind her doing so, where she would expect it, where she would– (–thud. She might be in trouble.)

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Me, My Best Friend, and Her Cat by @ladyofthenoodle

Ladybugs aren't known for being particularly sneaky. Good thing this Ladybug has a fox in her corner, watching her back. (And giving Ladybug's love life a nudge along the way. Maybe more than a nudge. In Alya's defense, Ladybug can use all the help she could get.)

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Best Laid Plans by @captorations

Alya Césaire had always known she was going to be a superhero one day. She even had a rather unique plan to protect her secret identity, and it worked like a charm. But tricksters have to be careful, lest they end up tricking themselves.

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Outfoxed by @captorations

Lila Rossi is not a Miraculous wielder. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t have power. Alya was under her spell, along with so many others, until the day Lila unknowingly overstepped herself. Freed at last, the true Fox recognizes magic when she sees it, even if it doesn’t come from a source she understands. She is none too happy about this pretender abusing her natural gifts to make fools of Alya and those she loves. Alya Césaire might need an enchanted necklace and the aid of a tiny deity to cast illusions, but she swore to use her borrowed abilities for the greater good long ago. There is none better suited to facilitate the liar’s downfall. And maybe she’ll help her best friend sort out her increasingly complex love life along the way.

#miraculous ladybug #alya cesaire #rena rouge #ml fanfic rec

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justagalwhowrites · 2 years ago

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Lavender - Ch. 13

Joel learns something big that changes everything. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-12, found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Miscarriage (mentioned and referenced, not described); suicidal ideation. Some smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 4.4K

A/N: GUYS THIS IS A HEAVY CHAPTER. Full explanation in the notes at the end of the chapter, with some spoilers. Scroll to the bottom and read that if you're worried about this chapter. It's not graphic but it's emotionally VERY heavy. Take care of yourselves and all the love in the world <3

Saturday, July 4, 2009 - 3 months later

“What’s Steve gonna do?” You asked, legs stretched out alongside the small table in the break room of the clinic.

“Hopefully act like an adult for a change,” Andrew smiled. “Get his own place. He’s gotta grow up sometime.”

“Aw, you’re going to be like empty nesters,” you teased. He laughed. “Moving in together… big step.”

“Right?” He shook his head. “Might as well call it marriage.” He turned his bottle of water in his fingers, watching the plastic fracture the light. “I’m not making a mistake, right?”

“You love her?” You asked.

“More than anything,” he said.

“Then no,” you smiled. “Not making a mistake. Jess is… she’s the best. Truly. You’re lucky she had a lapse in judgement that lasted long enough to start seeing you…”

He lightly kicked your leg and you laughed.

“I’m really glad you figured your shit out with her,” you looked at him and smiled as he nodded.

“You and me both.”

After meeting Jess at the speakeasy just after Joel and Tommy made it to the QZ, Andrew just… kept bumping into her. When he went to the warehouse to pick up supplies for the clinic? She was there. At the market? She was there. At the speakeasy? She was there. And he kept watching her, out of the corner of his eye, like he thought no one would notice. But you did.

“Are you going to actually talk to her again or are you going to just pine after her from afar because you’re hung up on her name?” You asked him eventually when she passed on the street and the two of you were walking to the clinic.

“I can pine all I want, thank you,” he huffed.

“I don’t think you want to just pine, bud,” you replied. He sighed.

“I just can’t…” he looked up at the sky for a moment. “How am I supposed to get through the day if I’m always reminded of her? I mean I know I only knew her for a week but fuck…”

“I don’t think time matters as much when you’re trying to survive,” you shrugged. “By the time we got to the QZ we’d known each other, what, three weeks?”

“Shit,” he sighed. “Yeah.”

“It’s just different,” you shrugged. “I was ready to claw someone’s eyes out for looking at you wrong.”

“I punched Elias for not letting me see you for five minutes,” he winced. You looked up at him, shocked. “Oh yeah, that was when you weren’t responding to anything. Forgot you didn’t know about that. He forgave me pretty quick.”

You shook your head.

“Point is,” you said. “A week is plenty when you’re relying on each other to stay alive. You protected her. You were there when… Anyway, it makes sense is what I’m saying. But that doesn’t mean it needs to hold up your whole life, you know?”

“So you think I should talk to her.”

“I think you need to get your head out of your ass or you’re going to watch her fall in love with someone else and be pissed at yourself about it and I’m going to be the one who has to deal with you.”

For a change, he took your advice.

Introducing you to Jess had been a process. Andrew had - apparently - talked about you. A lot. And she’d seen you with him around the QZ. He’d set up a night at the speakeasy, just the three of you. You got there early. Andrew came over and hugged you, whispering in your ear “I’m so fucking nervous.” You gave him a squeeze.

“Jess this is…” he held his hand out to you, frowning. Like he couldn’t think of how to qualify you.

“I’m the outbreak survival partner turned best friend,” you smiled, holding out your hand. “And you’re the girlfriend!”

“Hi,” she smiled, taking your hand and looking relieved.

You talked for a while, getting to know each other. She had been a junior in college when the outbreak hit, studying psychology. She worked doing psych evaluations for FEDRA now, but wanted to try to get some kind of mental health system set up in the QZ eventually. She was sweet, smart and obviously very into Andrew. When he left to go get drinks, she watched him go before turning to you.

“Oh my God,” she sighed and then laughed. “I’ve been panicking about meeting you, you’re very intimidating! He doesn’t really have any other family or people besides you and he talks about you all the time. I’ve been hoping you’ll at least tolerate me! I feel like I’m meeting the parents and the big sister and the best friend at the same time… I’m so glad you’re nice!”

“Oh hon,” you laughed and put an arm around her, giving her a squeeze. “I don’t think I’ve ever intimidated anyone so thank you for that! You’re lovely, I’m now going to require him to bring you around as much as you’ll stand us.”

“Then expect to see me an awful lot,” she smiled, looking back toward the bar. “I’m kind of crazy about the guy.”

It helped that she went by Jess. It helped more that she was able to exist as her own, separate person with no ties to Jessica the more you were around her. She even understood when you or Andrew needed the other when things got hard and no one else understood.

Moving in with her was the right choice.

“You and Joel any closer to…” he gestured vaguely, eyebrows raised.

“Let’s not talk about my slowly devolving love life,” you took a drink of water.

“I will kick his ass,” he said. “Just say the word.” You rolled your eyes. “Seriously though. What’s going on? I thought things were a little better after you actually told him what happened…”

“It was, for about five minutes,” you sighed. “He’s only slept over three nights in the last week…” You swallowed the knot in your throat. “It’s like he’s looking for an out. I keep trying to ask him if something is wrong or if I did something… It reminds me of the last time I visited him in Texas, before the outbreak. He broke up with me a few weeks later and, in hindsight, that whole trip felt like him saying goodbye.”

You sighed, finishing your bottle of water. Joel had slept over the night before and it was like his body was in your bed but the rest of him was gone.

He’d been lying flat on his back and you wrapped around him, stretching up and kissing his cheek. His arm never went around you to pull you closer like it usually did. You tried to press yourself against his side, tried to soak up as much of him as you could. When you kissed the side of his neck, he turned his head and lifted your chin, crashing his lips into yours. His kiss was harsh, consuming. He all but tore your tank top and cotton shorts off your body, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

His fingers dug into your flesh, into the spaces between your ribs, into the soft fullness of your breasts. You clumsily worked your hips against him as he ripped his own clothes off, too, before he pushed two fingers sharply into you, making you gasp.

“Always wet for me,” he said it harshly, almost judgmentally. You moaned, a knot in your stomach that didn’t usually exist when he touched you. “Always fuckin’ wanting it…”

“Joel,” you whimpered and he kissed you, his tongue shoving your mouth open as he pulled his fingers from you and pressed his hard length against you. He entered you with one firm stroke, forcing your walls apart, making you gasp against his mouth.

His hips snapped into yours, his cock slamming into you with each stroke. He bit your neck, took your wrists in his hand and held them down when you tried to run your fingers over his back. Your body kept trying to hold onto him, keep him close and he refused it. You came only seconds before he went slack on top of you, panting for breath.

He slid out of you and collapsed next to you in bed, not touching you. You just stared at the ceiling for a moment, feeling him leaking out of you, slipping away. He was gone when you woke up.

“He’s not the only man on earth, you know,” Andrew was watching you. You frowned a little but nodded. “Steve’s always had a bit of a crush on you…”

You snorted.

“Steve needed me to teach him how to boil pasta.”

“Yeah, he’s got mommy issues,” Andrew half smiled at you. “It explains everything.”

“Doctor?” Marta hung her torso into the break room, her black ponytail swinging over her shoulder. “We need you.”

“We’ll just have to fix my love life another day,” you drummed the tabletop for a second and gave Andrew a small smile before jogging over to Marta and following her to the exam rooms.

“What’s going on?” You asked, fidgeting with your stethoscope.

“Pregnant woman, thinks she’s about 10 weeks?” She passed you the chart. “Says she thinks something’s wrong but hasn’t given me many specifics. Wanted to just tell the doctor.”

You stopped at the exam room door.

“Thanks, Marta,” you gave her a tight smile. “I’ve got it from here.”

You knocked on the door once before stepping in.

“Hey Doc,” the woman smiled. You’d seen her a few times in the clinic through the years for the usual basic things. Coughs that wouldn’t leave, a broken finger, stitches once when she cut her hand as she fell at work. You glanced at the chart. Penelope. Penny. That’s what she’d told you last time.

“Hi Penny,” you smiled back, setting the chart down and going to the sink to wash your hands before putting on gloves. “What seems to be the issue?”

“I slipped at work,” she winced. “Yesterday afternoon…”

“They still letting you on ladders with your track record?” You teased, taking some notes on the chart. She laughed.

“Right?” She said. “You’d think they’d give me another job after a while… Anyway, something’s felt… wrong ever since. And this afternoon I used the bathroom and there was blood in my panties and…”

Your stomach turned and you fought to make sure it didn’t show.

“Let’s take a look.”

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Joel showed up at the clinic at the same time as Andrew’s girlfriend. He fought the urge to groan. She was a sweet enough girl but he’d never really taken the same liking to her you had. She was young, naive, a little too content to hang on Andrew’s every word. But she was insightful enough to know that he wasn’t about to start a fan club for her, just giving him a tight smile as they both went into the waiting room.

It seemed quiet, at least. Something Joel was relieved for. He kept trying to get some distance from you and then something would pull him back in. You’d smile at him in just the right way, kiss his neck when your body was against him, have a bad day at the clinic and look so exhausted that all he wanted to do was wrap you up and hold you close. It was easier to keep his distance when you didn’t need him. He couldn’t resist you needing him.

“Hey guys,” Andrew sighed, coming out of the back. Jess’ face brightened into a real smile then, looking at her boyfriend like he hung the moon. She put her arms around his neck and he kissed her, long enough that Joel cleared his throat to remind them that he was there. Jess blushed and wrapped her arms around his waist. “It’s going to be a few minutes…” he lowered his voice. “She’s busy with a rough one.”

“Oh no,” Jess frowned. “What’s happening?”

“Miscarriage,” he sighed. “Which is hard on her for obvious reasons…”

Jess just nodded and pressed herself into his side but Joel just frowned.

“What’d you mean, obvious reasons.”

“Well, you know,” Andrew shrugged. “During the outbreak.”

Joel’s stomach dropped and, after a moment, Andrew’s eyes went wide.

“Oh shit,” he breathed. “She didn’t tell you, fuck, she said she’d told you everything, I thought she told you, I swear she said she told you…”

You came out of the back, looking sad for a moment but your face brightened when you saw Joel. You came up and stretched up to kiss his cheek.

“Just need a few more minutes,” you said. “Just waiting for Kristen so I can go over some overnight care instructions for a patient. Let me tell you, I really need that drink…”

“What the fuck is Andrew talking about?” Joel asked, looking down at you. You frowned.

“I’m so sorry,” Andrew whispered. “I thought you’d told him, you said you’d told him everything, I thought you’d told him….”

Your face fell, looking between Andrew and Joel.

Joel stormed outside. His head was spinning. Something Andrew had said the night that he got to the QZ came back to him, something he’d heard that he wasn’t meant to hear.

“So that’s the dad…”

He’d thought he was talking about Sarah. Who else could he have meant? It would have made sense, you explaining your connection through his daughter….

“Hey,” you were walking quickly, almost jogging, to catch up to him. He was panting for breath, the haze of twilight on the horizon. “Joel…”

“Were you pregnant?” He demanded, spinning to face you. You startled back from him, like he’d slapped you. You didn’t answer. “Were. You. Pregnant.”

You stared at his chest.

“Yes.”

He turned away from you for a moment, trying to get his composure before he turned back.

“It was mine?”

“Yes,” your voice was wet and thick.

“What happened.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before you answered.

“They were going to shoot Jessica,” you whispered. “I didn’t know it was transmitted through bites, they were just going to shoot her and I had to stop it and they hit me and… Joel, I’m sorry, I tried, I tried so hard…”

You’d been on your own, been with two teenagers you’d taken charge of and his child inside you and he’d been across the country from you, not able to protect you, only able to fail you, only able to fail you both…

“When did you know?”

You were quiet and he ground his teeth.

“When!”

“The first day of school,” you breathed, glancing up at his face for a second before looking straight ahead again.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

“You knew,” he said it through clenched teeth. You winced but stood your ground, your arms crossed over your stomach. “You knew for weeks. WEEKS. And you didn’t fuckin’ tell me?”

“I’m sorry,” your voice was shaky. “I didn’t know what I was going to do at first, I didn’t know if I was going to keep it and once I decided I wanted to keep it I didn’t know if I was ever going to tell you…”

“You were going to have my fuckin’ kid and you weren’t going to tell me!” He was screaming. You wanted to cower from him, he could tell. Your body shook with it. But you weren’t backing down.

“I decided to tell you the day before the outbreak,” your eyes met his then. “That’s why I texted you. I didn’t want to just tell you over the phone, that’s why I asked if you wanted to have coffee… I wanted to come up with a plan first to make sure you didn’t need to do anything you didn’t want to do, I didn’t want you to feel like you were stuck with me and a baby you didn’t want and I…”

“You should have fucking TOLD ME!” He couldn’t look at you, putting his back to you. His stomach twisted, his chest tightened.

He was running through everything that happened the night of the outbreak. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it once it started. The phone call from Tommy, leaving Sarah alone at the house. Coming home and finding her at the mercy of the infected. Driving, running, holding her….

It all would have been different. If he’d known, if you’d just told him, it all would have been different.

“We’re done,” his voice cracked.

“What?” You sounded so small, so weak. It reminded him of the time you called him for help, when on a date with that handsy guy. You sounded scared. “Joel, please…”

“Do you understand what you did?” He rounded on you, towering over you. You flinched back, like you were afraid he was going to hit you. “None of it would have happened this way if you’d just fucking told me you were pregnant with my goddamn kid!”

“Joel…”

“She’d still be here!” He screamed it. You stepped back from him then, sobbing now.

“You can’t know…” you choked on it but he cut you off.

“Yes I can,” he said. He was seething. “If you’d just fuckin’ told me, we wouldn’t have BEEN there! We would have been in New York with you or you would have been in Austin with us and I wouldn’t have left her alone that night, you would have been with her and known what to fuckin’ do, she never…”

“You can’t…”

“She died that night!” He yelled, getting in your face. He’d never told you this. He’d never told anybody this. “Shot by some Army fuck and it never would have happened that way if you’d just told me you were pregnant with my fucking kid!”

He straightened, running his hands through his hair, desperate for something to hold onto. It was like losing her all over again, like there was a gaping hole in his chest, like someone had cracked open his ribs and started taking him apart. If you’d told him, Sarah would be alive. If you’d told him, he could have saved your child. If he’d just known, it would all be different. He wouldn’t have failed you. He wouldn’t have failed you.

You were just standing there, your face wet, arms tightly around yourself. You hadn’t even moved to wipe your tears away.

“Please,” it was barely audible.

“We’re done,” he said it again, his voice flat. “I wish I’d never fuckin’ met you. I never want to see you again. We’re done.”

He turned and left you there in the haze of the streetlights outside the clinic.

Joel wasn’t sure how long he walked. He wasn’t sure where he ended up. He didn’t fucking care. He almost hoped someone tried to talk to him. He wanted to hit something, he wanted something to hit him. He wanted to hurt, something on his body needed to hurt the same way his soul was hurting. It wasn’t right that the pain wasn’t spread out, that it wasn’t all through his body, too.

Tommy was out when he got home. For a moment, Joel’s eyes drifted to the floorboards where they’d stashed their weapons. He wouldn’t flinch this time. Your voice wouldn’t pull him back this time.

He went for the liquor instead. He drank until he passed out. He didn’t move for two days.

***

You couldn’t seem to stop crying. You stood there, watching where Joel had gone, like you were waiting for him to come back for you. He wasn’t going to come back for you.

“I wish I’d never fuckin’ met you.”

“Don’t let anyone take you from me.”

“I never want to see you again.”

You had a patient.

You forced yourself to turn and walk for the clinic. You hadn’t gone far, only about 50 yards, but it was apparently far enough that no one inside had heard the commotion outside. That was good, at least. Andrew noticed you first, his hands on your shoulders before you really realized he was even there.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you. His voice was gentle, so gentle compared to Joel’s. You kept your arms around your waist. “What happened? Are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” you said, even though you were still crying. “Is Kristen ready for care instructions? Have you seen her?”

“She’s still in back, what happened?” He asked. Your eyes were having a hard time focusing. His chest was just a gray blob in front of you. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you answered. “It’s fine. You guys should probably just head over to the speakeasy, I think I’m just going home…”

“What did he do to you?” His hands went from your shoulders to your face, tilting your head up so you were forced to look at him. You closed your eyes, unable to bear the idea of really looking at him.

“He left,” you said, voice cracking. “Said he never wants to see me again. I’m fine,” you said it quickly, before Andrew had a chance to argue. “It’s fine. I understand it, I deserve it, I’m fine, it’s fine, I just need to give Kristen the care instructions…”

Andrew pulled you against his chest, his lips finding your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed. “I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry…”

“Not your fault,” you were getting his shirt wet with tears. “It’s OK…”

“Doctor?” Kristen called. “Everything OK?”

You pulled back from Andrew and sniffed, trying to compose yourself.

“Fine,” you said. “Just a long day. Let me go over this with you…”

You were numb as you went over protocols, noted medication and amounts, making sure to triple check everything because you didn’t really trust yourself but you didn’t have another doctor to hand Penny’s care off to.

Andrew and Jess were sitting in the waiting room when you finished. You frowned.

“I thought I said to go on ahead,” you said.

“We’re not just going to abandon you,” Andrew looked at you, incredulous.

“I just want to go home and be alone,” you looked between them. “Really. It’s fine.”

“Well then we’ll walk you home,” Jess said, chin jutting out defiantly, almost daring you to argue.

You let them. They walked you all the way to your door, but wouldn’t let Andrew stay.

“I’d feel a lot better if I just slept here,” he was frowning, his hands in his pockets.

“I just want to do this on my own,” you couldn’t look at him, staring over his shoulder instead.

“Are you sure you’re safe to be on your own?” Jess asked, her voice soft. You nodded, not looking at her.

“I just need to cry for a bit,” you said. “I’ll see you at work on Monday.”

Andrew ground his teeth for a moment before pulling you tightly against him.

“I love you,” he said. “Wouldn’t be here without you. Don’t go doing anything stupid.”

You hesitantly put your arms around him.

“Love you too.”

He and Jess left, Andrew giving you a lingering look as he closed and locked your door behind him. You looked around your apartment for a moment. One of Joel’s shirts was hanging on your closet door. The picture of you, him and Sarah was still on your nightstand. The book he’d been reading was on his side of the bed.

You left it there, going to the bathroom and running a bath in the tub that was a little too small for an adult to take a bath in but you didn’t care. You took off your clothes, folding them and putting them in a neat pile on the toilet seat, your body on autopilot.

He’d been right, of course. If Sarah had died that night, it would have been different had you told him. If you’d just opened your fucking mouth when you’d found out and told him instead of mulling it over and being too anxious…

You slipped into the water, body too numb to really notice the temperature of it. You stared into space for a while, just letting yourself cry until it seemed like there was nothing else left in you to cry out.

For a moment, you wondered what it would have been like if you’d just told him. It wasn’t the first time you’d imagined something like it. Pictured Sarah chasing a toddler around your grandmother’s back yard or holding a plump baby with a bucket hat on their tiny head as they kicked their little legs in the Millers’ pool. You’d pictured what your child would look like so many times. Boy or girl, they always had Joel’s hair and eyes. Sometimes they got your nose, sometimes his. They sometimes had the dimple he got on one cheek when he smiled.

It had always been a sad impossibility before. You could have done things differently that day, done what you could to change Jessica’s fate, made it so you never got hit but, after years of playing it over in your mind, you knew there wasn’t much you COULD have done differently. Your child was something that just wasn’t meant to be, something that got taken away before you had a chance to really love it and hold it close. Now, it was a choice you’d made. Another mistake born of a mistake.

You’d never really been meant to exist at all. Your parents never meant to have you, they’d left you with your grandmother who had stepped up out of obligation to her flighty daughter. You’d done nothing but fuck up everyone’s lives since day one.

“Don’t let anyone take you from me.”

“I wish I’d never fuckin’ met you.”

You slid below the water, lying flat on your back in the bottom of the tub. You held your breath. You opened your eyes, the stained ceiling rippling overhead. Your lungs burned. The ceiling blurred. Your hair swirled in the water around you. You didn’t move when your body forced you to inhale, sucking water into your lungs. But your body wouldn’t let you stay still, making you shoot up, coughing and choking, gasping like you had anything worth living for.

You cried again, staying in the tub until the water turned so cold that you could feel it. You went to bed alone, wishing the water had swallowed you.

A/N: Hi y'all. For folks who skipped to the end for a spoiler-y warning: FMC treats a patient who is having a miscarriage, Joel finds out about her miscarriage, freaks out that she never told him and leaves her.

I KNOW I'M SORRY I REALLY AM. Here's why it's working this way: 1) Joel after Sarah is largely defined by his inability to allow himself to love fully and honestly. Until he's forced to work through his shit, his trauma will not LET him love anyone. It's not safe. For him, loving someone will lead to his death. He can't do it yet. HE WILL EVENTUALLY. But he can't yet. Remember that the choices made by this Joel are literally life and death for him. After what happened with Sarah, he can't approach these choices any other way. 2) These characters are going to grow and develop along largely parallel paths for a bit and we're going to see them over the next few years where their paths cross until the day that Ellie shows up. Joel wouldn't be Joel if he was just happily with her for 15 years and she wouldn't be who I've been building her up to be if she was with the love of her life for 15 years. Their journeys are going to be separate for a bit but we're still going to see them together, I promise.

Thank you so much for reading and interacting and sticking with the story even though I throw SUPER SAD SHIT in all the time. I have a taglist now, so if you're interested in that, please let me know. I love you all like crazy!

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can i req enemies to lovers loak x human reader

Scary Love

Pairing: Lo'ak Sully x F!human Reader

Synopsis: Reader goes fishing with Lo'ak in a dangerous area of the ocean. Things don't go to plan and Lo'ak does everything he can to save you.

Genre: enemies to lovers, angst and fluff

Content Warnings: mention of injuries and blood, swearing, near death experience

Notes: Humans use nose tubes to breath better in this fic. Also, you didn't specify a lot on the plot so I just let my imagination run wild. I hope that this meets your expectations <3

Word Count: 2.2k

Your brother and you had been friends of the Sullys since you were children. You basically lived like Na’Vi’s, except for the fact that you were humans, so life in Pandora was a bit more difficult for you, but not more difficult than standing Lo’ak.

You loved spending your time with Neteyam, Kiri and Tuk. But Lo’ak? Not at all. You despised each other because you were polar opposites. He was reckless, impulsive and behaved like a child. You, on the other hand, were calmer, more thoughtful and more mature. So you just didn’t get along.

Whenever Lo’ak got you in trouble or in danger you’d get into a fight. That had been going on as long as you could remember, and now that you were stuck on a whole different island with his family and him it was a nightmare. Especially since Spider wasn’t there with you. Still, there was hope in your heart for him to come back one day. You knew your brother was strong and brave.

However, something changed one fateful night. Aonung and his friends had told Lo’ak to go with them to a further area of the ocean to fish. Neteyam and you were responsible of taking care of Lo’ak and making sure he didn’t get into any trouble, and since Neteyam wasn’t there at the moment you had to accompany them.

“So is the demon going to come with us?” Aonung complained.

“Hey, don’t insult her.” Lo’ak said. “Only I can do that.”

“What a gentleman, Lo’ak.” you said sarcastically. “And for your information, this demon has a name, dumbass.”

“Alright, alright.” Aonung said. “But you’re going on Lo’ak’s ilu.”

You looked at each other with disgust and rolled your eyes. You wished for this to be over and to not end up in another problem or confrontation. That was definitely Lo’ak’s speciality.

“Fine!” Lo’ak sighed finally.

All of them got onto their ilu and so you did the same after taking off your oxygen nose tube and putting on your oxygen mask. It would be more comfortable this way. Lo’ak got onto his ilu, connected his braid and waited for you to sit behind him. As soon as you did he placed his hand on your thigh to make sure you wouldn’t fall, but you complained.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands.”

“Listen, I hate you with all my heart, but I don’t think you want to drown into the ocean so stay still and let me hold you.” he said without even looking at you.

“If you insist…” you sighed.

He placed his hand firmly on your thigh again and began riding his ilu. When it went underwater it gained velocity so you instinctively put your arms around Lo’ak’s torso. He wouldn’t admit it, but that action gave him goosebumps.

The trip there was beautiful. You had only gone on an ilu twice since you couldn’t actually connect with them. You were still mesmerized by all the incredible creatures that lived there. Once you arrived there, you got down from the ilu and observed the area.

It was just as beautiful as all the other parts of the ocean you had been to, but something was wrong. There was something in your gut telling you that you shouldn’t be there; that something terrible was about to happen.

You watched how the boys were communicating with each other with sign language. You didn’t understand a thing because they refused to teach you, of course. Then, Lo’ak prepared his bow and arrow and pointed at a fish. You observed him closely, in case something went wrong. He shot and hit the fish. He turned around and his happy face suddenly changed. That’s when you realized that the boys had abandoned you.

Great, now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with Lo’ak. This just can’t get worse.

You swam upwards until I arrived at the surface, Lo’ak followed you.

“You better know how to get back to the Metkayina Clan before it gets dark or I swear to Eywa I’ll cut your tail in your sleep.” you warned him.

“There’s no need to get so aggressive.” he complained. “If you don’t want to take risks just stay on the island and don’t do anything, as always.”

“If I came here it’s because you always get in trouble and I’m tired of it!” you complained. “Why can’t you be like your brother?!”

That was the thing that hurt him the most: being constantly compared to his brother. He knew he wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t a complete disaster. He didn’t comprehend why it would hurt so much to hear those words from you.

“Because I’m not him, okay?! I’m not him!” he screamed. “And if you hate me, which you clearly do, then just leave and never come back again! We’d be much better off without you!”

You were about to answer back when you felt something sharp sinking in your left ankle. You gasped as you felt how that thing dragged you down inside the ocean. Lo’ak was quick to react and dived into the ocean looking for you.

The adrenaline in his body was making it difficult for him to keep his breath. He tried to throw an arrow at the big creature, failing in his attempt. He tried again. This time it hit him, but the arrow was nothing compared to how big that creature was. At least he managed to distract him. Now the creature was going for him.

He swam as quickly as could, going through holes and reefs trying to get him stuck in any of those places. It didn’t work, so Lo’ak hid under a big rock for a bit, thinking that perhaps the creature would forget about them and go away.

After what felt like an eternity the creature disappeared, so Lo’ak swam again and looked for you. He was starting to panic because he couldn’t find you. However, he did find your oxygen mask.

Oh, no.

He swam as fast as he could, looking for you everywhere, in every single corner, under every rock… Fortunately, he finally found you. Your unconscious body was floating through the ocean. He held your body and took you to the surface quickly. He needed to breath or he would probably faint, and the effort he was making to hold you and bring you to the surface made it more difficult.

When he arrived he dragged your body to a tiny island that was right in front of him and laid your body on the sand. You were pale and cold. You didn’t even move or breathe. And the worst was the injury in your leg. You had a really big bloody wound. Lo’ak was incredibly terrified.

He tried to remember what his father taught him a long time ago; what he had to do when a person drowned. You probably had water in your lungs, so he repeatedly pushed onto your chest carefully. Nothing came out.

“Y/N, don’t do this to me, please.” he begged as he pushed. “Shit.”

He proceeded to press his lips to yours and blow air. He did it again until you finally opened your eyes. You coughed and puked some water. When you were done, Lo’ak put the oxygen mask on your head, making sure it was working. You breathed heavily, trying to calm down and process everything while he tore your sleeve apart to add pressure to your wound and do a tourniquet.

Then he held your hand against his cheek as he silently cried. He intertwined his fingers with yours and looked at you, making sure that you were okay.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” he said. “Don’t you ever leave me.”

“I’m here, Loa’k.” you reassured him. “I’m not leaving.”

That day he realized how much he cared about you. When he thought that you were dead he felt a pain in his chest that had never felt before. It was even worse than having a physical wound. All these times you had warned him about doing dangerous him, all these times you had scolded him or screamed at him… Now he valued everything you did: you did it because, deep down, you cared about him.

When you were recomposed he held you in his arms since you could barely walk and took you to his ilu. Somehow he managed to get the both of you to the Metkayinas. You could barely remember anything. Your vision was blurry and you felt kind of numb. Maybe that’s because you lost a lot of blood.

When you arrived Lo’ak held your body once again as the Metkayinas observed you. Jake approached you and helped Lo’ak take your body to Ronal. In other circumstances she would have refused to help a human, but seeing the pain in Lo’ak’s eyes made her change her mind.

You don’t know how long it took for her to treat you. You had blurry and unreliable memories of her cleaning your wound, applying pressure to it and using special balms to cure it. Lo’ak was so worried that he spent the whole night on a chair next to you, waiting for any news until he fell asleep.

When you woke up it was midnight. Neytiri and Jake were the only ones who were with you. You tried to reincorporate yourself, but your whole body hurt, especially your leg. You growled in pain and looked around the marui. Now you were wearing the nose tube and dry clothes. Neytiri probably made sure to change your clothes before you got hypothermia.

“Hey, go easy.” Jake advised. “You’re seriously injured.”

“Where’s Lo’ak?” you asked worriedly.

“He went to pray to Eywa.” Neytiri explained. “He feared you wouldn't wake up. You lost a lot of blood.”

“It’s a miracle that you haven’t lost your leg.” Jake commented.

You breathed slowly and looked at your leg. The wound went from your toes to your knee. You were definitely going to have a massive scar, but you didn’t care. You were alive, and so was Lo’ak.

Jake and Neytiri made sure you were hydrated and let you rest for a bit. You feel asleep again, until you heard the clumsy steps of a certain someone, who stumbled and thankfully didn’t fall to the ground. You laughed and Lo’ak looked at you with the brightest smile. He had that kind of smile that could enchant anyone. Maybe the thought of losing him made you realize your real feelings for him.

“You’re awake!” he exclaimed as he sat next to you. “Are you okay? Do you need something?”

“I just need you to stay by my side.” you confessed, blushing a little.

He bit his lip nervously and looked at you. His heart was going faster than usual. This was the first time he really took a moment to admire your face. The way you had dimples when you smiled, the small freckles on your cheeks, the way your hair fell gracefully on your shoulders…

“I didn’t mean what I said before, when we were swimming.” he apologized. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to leave and you were right. I should be like-”

“No.” you interrupted him. “I was also wrong for that. You don't have to change. You’re loyal, funny, brave… I care about you so much, Lo’ak. I’m so sorry. You’re perfect just as you are. ”

He blushed at your words. You cared about him… You really did. Your feelings were finally starting to come out, but, as always, Lo’ak had to make some sort of joke.

“Did you just compliment me?” you rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Maybe.” you smiled. “Now that I think about it, I do need something else.”

“Whatever you need.” he said.

Your request was bold, and it could go very wrong, but you were tired of living like this for so many years. Especially after realizing how you felt about him.

“I need you to kiss me properly.”

He was in shock. You liked him back. He couldn’t believe it. You didn’t comprehend the emotions he was feeling and it took too long for him to answer, so you decided to save the situation with humor.

“Ha! I got you.” you faked a laugh. “I was joking. Just forget what I said.”

Your words became whispers when he held your face in his hands. He looked at you deeply in the eyes, as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, as if he was afraid of losing you right there and then. And he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft and delicate. The kind of kiss that meant everything without any need of words. You kissed him back and placed your hands on his hair, stroking his braids

After the kiss he pressed his forehead to yours and caressed your cheeks.

“You look cute when you are nervous.” he giggled.

“I’m holding back from smacking you just because you saved me.” you joked.

“Not even because you like me a little bit?” he asked.

“I don’t like you, Lo’ak.” you said, worrying him a little bit. “I love you.”

He kissed you again, placing his hands on your back and hugging you tightly, caressing your skin like a deity. For the first time in his life he knew that no matter where he was you were his home.

“I love you too.”

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