#david aames

[00-08-07-01]

vanilla sky 2001

[lashes-peaches]

[pilvimarja]

[televisionquoteseverywhere]

Vanilla Sky (2001)

David Aames & Sofia Serrano

[cinefiliz]

[aristobun]

[fuddlewuddle]

I’m writing a compendium of Cruise Teller characters together all linked by the theme of breeding because well, why not 😅

There’s Stacee (Rock of Ages) and Andrew (Whiplash)

Ray (War of the Worlds) and Jason (Rabbit Hole)

Danny (A Few Good Men) and Adam (Thank you for your service)

David (Vanilla Sky) and Dave (War Dogs)

Frank (Magnolia) and Al (The Offer)

I might add more once but who knows.

Anyway if you fancy reading so smut with some fluff and angst, then it’s called Breed Me Good.

[t0mcruize123]

March 5th

Second March 5th🎀🫶

This part contains some light smut so consider yourselves warned🫵

Second March 5th:

I nervously rubbed my hands together and shifted my weight from foot to foot. March 5th, I was standing outside David Aame’s apartment, shivering with nerves and already regretting my decision of turning up. Last year we’d agreed to meet at a restaurant, but I just couldn't go another moment without meeting up with him.

God, i felt like I was insane. I’d only spent a few hours with him, what if we didn't click anymore? I’d changed in the past year, not just physically but everything – I wasn't the same girl anymore. I could've had a manic episode last year and just been in a really good desperate mood, what if he wasn't even funny? He could be a dickhead.

I rubbed my hands down my face as the front door slowly creaked open. I was trying to mentally gaslight myself into thinking this was perfectly normal and that I wasn't crazy and it wasn't commitment. We were friends. Friends who were flying hours just to spend a few hours together.

Wait were we friends? We never communicated and I had no idea if he was still the same David I remembered. Please be the same David i remember.

The door fully opened, and I tried not to come off nervous as I took him in. He was dressed in a red sweater and his hair was cropped slightly shorter, though besides from that, I couldn't see any other physical differences. David was here. And he was grinning at me.

Oh fuck pretending to act cool. I rushed forwards and wrapped my arms around his neck as I imagined doing so often in the past year. He smelled just as I remembered and when his hands came up to hold me, I found myself sinking into his embrace.

“Oh my god you're here,” he sighed with relief, “I worried you were going to move on in Chicago and forget me.”

“I could never forget you,” I pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were just as green with those golden specks as I remembered, “You look amazing.”

“Are you kidding?” He gestured to me with an awestruck expression, “You look completely different!”

I had changed in the past year, and I gave him a small smile. My hair was cut to my shoulders and pulled back behind my ears, my clothes were smart and pressed; my new job and new life had changed me but i was hoping it was a good different.

“I’m so sorry, I’m being rude,” he gestured for me to come in, “I think I’m just still in shock.”

I chuckled quietly and entered his apartment, my heart hammering as I took everything in. It looked similar to last year but there were a few more paintings hanging on the walls and more furniture as though somebody had moved in.

Oh god. What if he had a girlfriend who moved in? I spun to face him but he seemed perfectly calm, walking with that same confidence to the kitchen and offering me a drink. I’d spent so long worrying he was going to be different but David was just as he’d always been – radiating this confidence and ease that instantly made you comfortable in his presence. Maybe that was just me but I found myself hopping onto his kitchen counter and unable to wipe the stupid grin from my face.

“My friend Danny moved in by the way so just ignore all his stuff,” he shrugged it off and I felt a huge weight disappear from my shoulders, “I told him to clean up but he never listens to me.”

I chuckled, “When did he move in?”

“A few months ago, we’ve been friends since high school,” he folded his arms together and rested them on the kitchen counter, “So tell me about Chicago! Is it everything you wanted?”

“And more!” I leaned closer, “My boss, Ava, is super super nice and I’m doing way more than I ever could've done in New York. I’ve made some friends, and I’ve been volunteering here and there and my schedule has never been so busy. I love my life though, as hectic as it is.”

“And you still made time to see me?”

“It was a promise,” I murmured, “So how’s New York life?”

“Same old not gonna lie, its nowhere near as exciting as Chicago it seems,” he folded his lips together.

“I’m sure it is,” I touched his shoulder instinctively. It felt kind of weird to be so close with David but at the same time it felt as though we were old friends catching up as usual. There wasn't even a hint of awkwardness in the air, just joy.

“I take it back, there is something I love about New York,” he moved closer so that he was standing in between my legs, “The beach.”

I tried to ignore the tingling sensation building up in my stomach, “Oh really?”

“I’ve been thinking about where we should go and the beach sounds like a perfect idea,” his fingers clasped around mine though he frowned slightly, “Do you not like the beach?”

“No i love the beach,” I hastily replied and jumped off the counter, “I’m just excited.”

His lips stretched into a grin as he pulled me back towards the front door, “Great because I have a feeling were gonna be there for a while.”

David unlocked the front door and I nearly collapsed in a pile of giggles. We’d spent all day at the beach together and now we felt like giddy school children, sneaking back into our bedrooms whilst David’s roommate was asleep. He took my hand and led me up the stairs and I nearly tripped up one of the steps. He put his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion and my stomach began to hurt from holding in my laughter. He pushed open his bedroom door and I fell down onto his bed, exhausted and yet still full of energy.

“That was amazing,” I grinned as he flopped down next to me. We’d been to the fair before heading to the beach and had had so much fun competing on all the rides and winning the most useless and yet precious stuffed animals. David had spent hours trying to win me the biggest one and though I’d given up and gone on the Ferris wheel instead, he’d still managed to win it for me. My cheeks still ached from smiling at the memory and when i met David’s eye I knew he was thinking the same thing.

“What was your favourite part of today?” He propped his head up with his hand and looked down at me.

“When I pushed you into the sea,” I answered easily.

He scoffed, “You did not push me, I fell-”

“Yeah right, and then you began flailing around like you were going to drown,” I laughed and he chuckled quietly alongside me. When we’d both jumped into the water, I’d been nervous about stripping down to just my bra and pants, but David hadn't tried anything which made me feel so much better. Most guys would've jumped at the idea but David was simply trying to have fun, splashing and pushing me in the water though he went under more times than me.

My goal wasn't to have sex with him tonight, though if that's how that night played out I wasn't going to complain. I just wanted to spend time with David, I enjoyed his company – which is something i never thought I’d say. I’d have more fun than I’d had in months and all we’d done was go to the fair and swim around in the water.

“When does your flight leave?” He looked down at me with a slightly sombre expression. I knew he was trying to hide his feelings and remain positive, but i felt the same way.

“Tomorow at 8 in the morning,” I’d booked it for the next day in case David had moved on and I was just being as desperate as I worried.

The corner of his lip lifted, “Well then we still have time.”

I tried to mirror his smile but I felt tears threatening to spill in my eyes. David noticed the shift in my expression and ran his thumb over my cheek.

“What's wrong?” His tone was soft and I exhaled slowly.

“Todays just been so perfect,” a tear slipped free and David wiped it away with one swipe of his thumb, “I have so much fun with you David. How can one person be so perfect with another, but there circumstances don't work? Its just not fair.”

I hated how weak my voice sounded but David didn't seem to care about things like that. His own features were etched with sadness because he was the only one who understood.

“I get it,” he murmured lowly, “But this arrangement is what works for the both of us. When you’re twenty three, and one of us permanently moves to the other but until then...this is what we need.”

I nodded though it broke my heart to do so, “Its just so frustrating because out of all the guys I’ve been with, I’m always going to fall back with you. I have to wait 4 more years, I’m going to go insane!”

He chuckled quietly and buried his face in the gap between my neck and shoulder. I breathed in slowly and marveled in the way we rose and fell as we breathed in sync. My hands came up to caress his dark hair and his hands ran over my skin.

“Have you been with anyone in the past year?” He didn't sound jealous, simply curious.

“Yeah, but they never lasted more than two weeks tops,” embarrassment flushed my cheeks, “The worst guy I dated was just so cliche it was awful.”

His head lifted in amusement, “What did he do?”

“He’d say things like ahh after having a hot drink,” my nose scrunched and David chuckled above me, “He’d sing the wrong song lyrics, put on a baby voice, wear socks to bed-”

“Oh that's the deal breaker right there, I’ll never understand how people are comfortable with that.”

My eyes widened, “But you're all right with a woman singing the wrong lyrics to your all time favourite song?”

“I can imagine it being quiet sexy if you did it,” he quipped.

I rolled my eyes playfully and pulled him closer, “Thank you.”

He stared down at me and slowly wiped away the remainder of my early tears. He was looking down at me like I was a beautiful mess and no doubt I looked awful with sand in my hair and red blotchy eyes but he still seemed to be in awe.

I slid my hands to his chest and felt his heart pounding as fast as mine was. We locked eyes and he didn't ask permission when he dipped his head and brushed his lips against mine. My tongue instinctively ran over my bottom lip and he groaned at the sight, leaning forward to claim my mouth with his. My head was swimming as he raised my arms above my head and interlocked our fingers together, pushing them into the mattress. His tongue slid against mine and there was so much feeling in it as though he was kissing me the same way he looked at me. From the inside out.

He slowly planted kisses down my neck, keeping my hands secured to the mattress and not allowing me to touch him whilst he explored my skin. God Id missed him. I’d missed the way IU felt when i was with him, i wish i could've had him every day.

The pressure on my hands disappeared as he ran his fingers down the length of my torso all the way to my waist. His mouth returned to mine and he was kissing me as his hand began to unbutton my shirt. Just feeling his fingertips skim my skin reminded me of why I thought about him every night.

He pulled my shirt up over my head and his eyes fell to my breast, covered with a black lace bra that he already saw in the water but didn't truly take in. He smiled and ran his fingers over the lace, dragging his thumb over the fabric. I threaded my fingers through the back of his hair and his fingers slowly pulled the material lowr....and lower..and lower until...

Gone.

I felt the air against my exposed breasts as David kissed across my chest without hesitation, sliding his tongue against my skin. I brought my gaze up to him and he looked in my eyes with a hungry gaze.

“Youre beautiful. Every inch of you is so beautiful” he pressed his lips between my breasts and my lips gasped in pleasure. The fact that i was the reason for that heated look in his eyes made me feel even more desirable. He kissed his way back up my neck until he was hovering over me.

“Do you want me to stop for tonight?” He asked hesitantly and I nearly laughed at the idea. I shook my head no and he smiled, leaning back down to kiss at my jawline. With one hand still pinning my hands above my head, his fingers slowly travelled down to the fabric of my panties and slipped them down past my knees.

I shivered in anticipation and his chuckle reverberated against my skin. I’d never felt anything like it and would've done anything to hear and feel it again. As he kissed his way down my body, he pulled off his own shirt in one swift motion. The feel of his bare skin pressed against me made my body flush with heat – he was everything I wanted and needed and more.

His fingers slowly moved lower and lower down my stomach and I watched as his touch began to circle my pussy which was so embarrassingly wet it was almost funny. I gasped in surprise as he explored my heat, and his fingers slowly delved deeper into my depths until I moaned in need. His pointed finger ran circles around my clit and i inhaled sharply as he rubbed me harder. In silent encouragement, my hips bucked up and I couldn't help the moan that bubbled up in my throat and escaped my lips. I began to tremble as he slipped another finger inside of me, stretching me open. My head fell back against the pillow and my hands fisted the sheets as his finger plunged in and out of me. A hot feeling began to build up in my stomach but David kept going with eagerness.

He watched my reaction carefully, before lowering his head to trace delicate kisses along the insides of my thighs, every motion gentle and possessive. His tongue flicked over my clit and I closed my eyes as the warm touch licked up and down. As he tasted me, his two fingers moved in and out of me and I reached down to grip his hair. His warm wet tongue had me breathing heavily and jerking my hips forward – and I knew David had a roommate but i could hardly contain myself, I was a hot mess. He crawled back up my body and pressed his wet lips against mine, making me taste myself. He was slowing down and I wanted to feel all of him, but then he stopped completely.

The bedroom door had swung open and David lay down on me in a flash, covering me, but he wasn't fast enough for me to miss the girl standing there with wide eyes.

Oh my god. A girl. In the doorway. A girl.

She quickly closed the door and yelled from the other side, “David! What have I told you about-”

“The door was fucking closed for a reason Vi!” He shouted back and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. I awkwardly shifted from under him and reached for my shirt. David had a girlfriend? But by the looks of it, she was okay with him fucking other women?

He grabbed my hand but I couldn't meet his eye, “Please just look at me.”

“Not until you explain what the fuck just happened,” I kept my voice cool as I hastily buttoned my shirt and searched for my pants.

“Vi is Danny’s girlfriend,” he explained and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Remember my roommate?”

“Why did you conveniently leave her out then?” My heart hammered, “You never mentioned a girl called Vi.”

“Because she’s not important and she’s only lived here a few weeks!” He rested his head against the door, “She’s just staying for a while whilst their new house gets sorted out. They’ve bought a place and our moving in together-”

“But why would she just barge into your bedroom at 11pm like its normal?”

“She was cleaning, she’s a neat freak!” He sighed heavily, “Look, I’m so sorry about that but believe me Violets cool, she wont say anything to Danny and this whole thing will blow over by tomorrow.”

I blew out an exasperated breath and slumped back down onto his bed. I wanted to believe David an I believed everything he just said, but I was still pissed. I didn't want to be just some random girl Vi assumed David had just picked up, our moment had felt more meaningful than that.

Or maybe it had just been sex and I was fucking deluded. Either way, David hadnt done anything wrong it was me who was getting all emotional. We hadn't seen each other in a year, even if Vi was his girlfriend and he’d moved on I shouldnt have had a problem with it. And if what we were doing was just sex, that that wasn't wrong either, there was consent, there was joy, I’d just gotten a bit carried away.

“We need to be up early tomorrow,” I looked up at him, hinting we should just go to bed. There was a hint of disappointment in his expression but he hid it well, nodding solemnly and climbing back into the bed. I wasn't angry at David, I could never really be angry at David. I was angry at everything else, angry at the world for always making things so goddamn difficult.

I shuffled next to a still shirtless David and ran my hands over his arms. His skin was hot beneath my fingertips and I sighed as I pulled him closer. I wasn't going to let one embarrassing moment ruin such a perfect day.

I gave him a small smile, “Thank you for today. I wont forget it.”

“Me neither,” his lip tugged up as he pressed his lips gently to my forehead. I felt as though I’d been transported back to last year when he’d held me close and kissed me before we’d fallen asleep on the floor. I’d been nervous then. Nervous to hold him, nervous to ask him to move closer.

Now i was too comfortable to waste my time on useless worries. I buried my face into his shoulder and his hands came up to hold my back. We fitted perfectly as one, and though I wanted to spend as long as possible awake and with David, I found myself slowly falling asleep in his arms.

Hand in hand, we walked through the airport with a lot less bags than last year. I wasn't sure how we were going to do this depressing walk each year when I had to go back to Chicago, because it certainly wasnt getting any easier. I already missed him and I hadn't even gotten on the plane yet.

“Would you like another airport kiss?” His lip lifted.

I laughed, “Absolutely not.”

We walked towards the edge of the platform and we both knew it was time to say goodbye but just couldnt manage to speak a word. I could see the sadness in his eyes and I knew without a doubt he could see how much I didn't want to leave. He trailed his fingers down my cheek and I shivered with a sense of deja vu.

“I’ll come to Chicago next year. Where do you want to meet?”

“I’ll have Brian send you my address,” my smile began to wobble and I quickly pulled him in for a hug. We stayed like that for at least a few minutes, neither of us ready to let go. His hand cradled the back of my head and I tried to memorize how it felt. I tried to memorise how it felt when we walked across the sand and when we spent hours lying together last night. I tried to memorize how my head rested perfectly on his shoulders.

“I thought I was tougher than this but saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do,” he murmured.

I wanted to reply, then beg me to stay, but his lips were against mine and he was kissing me hard. He was saying goodbye with the way his mouth moved over mine, the way his hands caressed my cheek and the way his lips moved to my head and pressed one single gentle kiss to the center of it before he released me. He practically pushed himself away from me as if physical distance was going to make this easier. He walked backward and backwards and all the words were lodged in my throat so i pressed my lips together so they didnt escape.

We stared at each other for several seconds, the pain in this goodbye clear in the air between us. I was about to call his name when he turned and jogged back through the airport. I tried not to cry because that would be stupid. We’d spent two full days together and I wasnt going to cry because i wasnt Stupid, right?

Before I could make the wrong decision, I made my way to the plane and claimed my seat by the window. I was relieved David was coming to Chicago next year, these flights were going to be the death of me.

I closed my eyes and hoped i could get a few hours of sleep so i didn't keep repeating our goodbye over and over in my head. Maybe if Id just asked him to come with me-

“Hey.”

My eyes flung open to see David standing over me with an amused expression. Was I dreaming? Or just confusing reality with dreams?

“You’re not dreaming,” I noticed the plane ticket in his hand and sat up.

“What are you doing?”

“I had to buy a plane ticket in order to get to you before you took off,” he smiled as though he was embarrassed and I felt my heart fighting to remain stable. He bought a plane ticket just to see me once more?

“You’re insane.”

He grinned and bent low to give me a small peck on the lips. I tried to hide my flicker of sadness as the flight attendant stepped forward and asked why David wasn't in his sea. He muttered something about a family emergency and she let him pass, but right before he got off the plane he turned around and winked at me.

And then David was gone.

I looked down at my lap to see a mixtape with the words “songs that remind me of you” scrawled across the top. David Aames had purchased a plane ticket just to give me a mixtape he’d made specifically for me, and I could only imagine the hundreds of songs he’d collected together.

A tear rolled down my cheek and I didn't bother to wipe it away. I was leaving the only man I’d ever truly loved and there was nothing I could do about it for another 364 days.

[wildernezz]

bouta make a graph on david aame's sanity throughout vanilla sky. see you in 2 hours.

[sdrose93]

David Aames ❤

[wildernezz]

this is my contribution to the art of photoshop. it is harry styles cropped onto tom cruise's vanilla sky poster. it was for my algebra presentation.

this was the full slide. along with this end slide. i am still very proud of it. vanilla sky the beloved.

op turned reblogs off but this post must live. it must live and spread malignantly .

[wellwhataboutme]

[coureirsix]

hey girlies it's 5 am on the west coast who wants to see david aames run through new york with the most haunting version of barbie girl in the background

[aristobun]

"  I'm  drowning  here..  and  you're  describing  the  water,  "  David  fires  these  words  out  long  before  he  even  realises  his  volume  might  have  been  too  loud.

They  had  come  out  for  a  bite  to  eat  at  a  local  restaurant  and  were  currently  seated  at  the  very  back  somewhere,  him  pressed  so  far  to  one  side  of  the  booth  that  no  one  at  all  could  even  see  him,  more  or  less.  It  was  still  really  hard  for  him  to  go  out  in  public  at  all  since  the  accident,  but  somehow,  Helene  had  managed  to  convince  him.

"  Really,  David?  "  she  softly  berates  him  for  even  suggesting  such  a  thing,  frowning  in  her  absolute  shock  at  his  sudden  outburst.  "  You  know  for  a  fact  that  isn't  true.  What's  bothering  you?  I  know  it  isn't  the  way  I've�� been  taken  care  of  you,  so  spit  it  out.  " 

The  male  simply  sinks  further  into  his  seat,  almost  becoming  one  with  the  booth  and  releases  a  shaky  sigh  of  frustration,  but  she  notices  immediately  that  there  is  sadness  buried  behind  his  eyes,  too.  All  anger  she  may  have  had  with  him  in  that  moment  just  vanishes  as  though  it  was  never  even  there  and  she  reaches  a  hand  across  the  table.

"  David,  you  know  I  love  you.  There's  nothing  you  can  say  to  me  that  could  come  close  to  changing  that,  so  tell  me  what's  wrong?  "  she  asks  again,  rubbing  her  thumb  over  the  back  of  his  hand  to  reassure  him  that  things  would  get  better.

"  I  don't  seem  to  be  improving  at  all,  Helene.  Every  morning  is  just  another  miserable  realisation  that  I  have  another  day  to  try  and  get  through  this  waking  hell.  I  don't  know  what  the  future  looks  like,  but  it's  been  four  months  since  the  accident  and  I've  been  suffering  the  same  everyday  since,  "  he  pours  his  feelings  out  into  the  open,  his  voice  above  a  whisper  but  not  loud  enough  that  anyone  but  her  would  hear.

Helene  knows  very  well  that  he  is  a  broken  man  now  and  someone  far  different  than  the  man  he  used  to  be.  Her  heart  aches  for  him,  realising  that  he  just  wants  things  to  be  as  they  were,  but  it's  going  to  be  a  very  hard  road  for  him  to  travel  in  order  to  get  back  to  some  sense  of  normality. 

She  makes  sure  he  knows  daily  that  she  isn't  going  to  let  him  walk  that  road  alone,  though.  Always  at  his  side  whenever  he  needs  anything  at  all,  she  delights  in  the  support  she  can  offer.

"  These  things  take  time,  David.  Not  everyone  has  the  same  healing  journey  at  all.  What  takes  a  couple  of  months  for  some,  could  take  years  for  others.  But  before  you  jump  at  me  over  that  one,  I'm  not  suggesting  it's  going  to  take  you  that  long  to  mend.  I  am,  however,  letting  you  know  that  you  don't  need  to  rush  it.  You  need  to  take  this  one  day  at  a  time  and  eventually,  you'll  wake  up  one  of  these  mornings  feeling  like  a  completely  new  man,  "  she  offers  him  a  warm  smile.

Her  words  do  seem  to  pick  him  up  a  fair  bit,  reminding  him  that  it  isn't  the  end  of  the  world  and  it  has  only  been  months  in  comparison  to  what  other  people  have  to  endure.  David  just  feels  completely  worn  out  from  trying  and  the  headaches  do  not  make  it  any  easier  on  him  in  the  slightest.

"  Thank  you,  Helene.  I  don't  think  I'd  have  survived  at  all  if  I  didn't  have  you  to  keep  me  steady  and  on  my  feet  this  whole  time.  It's  harder  some  days  than  it  is  others,  but  I  guess  you're  right.  I  just  need  to  have  a  more  positive  attitude  about  it,  "  he  says,  lifting  her  hand  while  it  clutches  his  own  and  placing  a  kiss  on  the  back  of  it,  smiling  up  at  her  to  let  her  know  that  he  appreciates  her  kindness.

"  I'll  do  my  best  to  help  you  meet  that  level  of  positivity  each  day.  You  don't  need  to  go  through  this  alone,  David,  so  don't  forget  that  if  you  need  anything..  even  if  you  just  want  to  talk  to  someone,  I'm  only  a  call  away,  "  she  reminds  him,  returning  his  smile  and  retrieving  her  hand  as  their  food  and  drinks  arrive  at  the  table.

[sewers-headmates]

hellloo !! can we request a incel-ish stan marsh from sp ?? preferably with him being very tmasc, bpd + being an addiction/sh holder?? tysm :3

snagging this one as well hehe Martyr is actually a very incel like Stan alter though he’s more of a zoo ig then an incel

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Info

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Name: Stanley, Stan

Middle Name: William, Joseph, Arthur, David, Charlie, Noel, or Jessie

Last Name: Marsh

Age: 16

Pronouns: he/him, they/them

Height: 5’6

Zodiac: libra

Species: human

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Labels

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Gender: trans masc, demiboy

Sexual Orientation: gay

Romantic Orientation: gay

Mono, Ambi, Poly: poly

cisIDs: black hair, BPD, SH scars, asocial, depressed, anger issues, radqueer, comshipper

transIDs: transFreckles, transSHScars (more), transIncel, transHarmed, transGroomed, transAbused, transNEET, permaSad, permaTearStreaks

Paraphiles: zoophile, AAM, autoaptophilia, sadomasochist

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System Info

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Roles: addiction/symptom holder, online manager

Source: south park

Notable Source Memories/Details:

- was reclusive and asocial, basically hid in his room all day online

- was still close to Kyle, Kenny, and Eric but besides those three kinda ignored irl relationships

- not full blown incel but definitely is starting to go down the rabbit hole

- had a tumblr blog he hid from everyone and it was his baby (was an incel + radqueer + darkship account)

- his FP was his groomer online, later on it ends up switching to Kyle

- dropped out of highschool

Front Triggers: tumblr, radqueer spaces, source media

Sign Offs: -💻💙, -🔪⌨️

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Personality

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Summery: Stan is a social recluse who spends more time on the internet than in the real world mostly on forums and chatting to people online. He’s not really a bad person just dislikes being outside and starts to fall down rabbit holes. He’s loyal to those he thinks are right.

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Fun Extras

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Typing Quirk: z = s

Playlist: not mine, 6h24m

Opinion Stances: his stances are basically pro everything

Appearance:

kinda cheeped out near the end but i hope you enjoy this silly lil trauma victim!

-estella

[t0mcruize123]

March 5th

Fifth March 5th🎀🫶

This is the last part to this story and I’m genuinely going to miss writing it, it’s been kinda fun😭 this part is massively inspired by the movie vanilla sky so u may wanna watch the movie first to understand this better💪hope you all enjoyed it but most of all @mqverick who this was originally written for🫶 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUVVVV THIS IS ALL FOR U

Fifth March 5th:

“All of this, everything is your creation.”

David stared at the pink and peach clouds surrounding him, still trying to process everything that had been said, “When did the lucid dream start?”

A tall man dressed in a slick white suit claimed to be Edmund Ventura from Life extension - a company dedicated to placing people into Lucid dreams until their bodies were revived. David had initially laughed at the idea, convinced this was all a figment of his imagination after she’d drove away the previous night, but he couldn’t wake up.

“Do you remember the first March 6th? When you ran to the plane in slo motion?” Edmund looked at him from across the building, “When she left, you went back to your apartment and that was the moment that you chose for the splice.”

His eyes widened, “Splice?”

“The end of your real life and the beginning of your lucid dream. After that day, nothing was real in the traditional sense. Your lucid dream was monitored by life extension.”

David pinched the bridge of his nose in confusion and rubbed his hands down his face. So Edmund was telling him that 5 years ago when he kissed her on the plane was his last real memory? Everything else had been a dream?

“Precisely,” Edmund read his mind with a disturbing smile, “You barely knew her in your real life but in your lucid dream she was your saviour.”

David thought back to each year spent with her, how comfortable and content he’d felt within her arms and how nothing else had ever seemed to bother him. Had he really been dreaming the entire time? What had happened to cause him to even sign up with life extension?

“What happened to my real life? What did you erase?” He stepped forward eagerly, no longer convinced it was fake yet still unnerved, “Tell me everything.”

He drew in a slow breath, “after the plane took off, you went back to your apartment alone and never saw her again. You didn’t meet up next March 5th because you were both too busy, too worried the other had forgotten, and we’re trying to move on with your seperate lives. You got ownership of the company, you had great friends but you were still lonely,” his voice was filled with sympathy and David flinched, “You craved the comfort youd felt only with her, but had no idea how to reach her. Instead, You found life extension on the internet and signed a contract.”

In David’s real life, he’d been alone? Surely that couldn’t be true, he had tons of friends right? Had she really impacted him that much?

“It wasn’t danny who died in that car wreck two years later, David, it was you,” David’s head snapped up at the mention of his friend, “you gave yourself to us and you’re now in a suspended in a dream state.”

“Danny didn’t die?” He smiled in relief though there was nothing to be happy about.

Edmund shook his head, “Your friend Brian Shelby organised a three day memorial, and she flew from Chicago and never recovered.”

David found the thought oddly comforting. Even though they’d only known each other a day, she’d cared enough to fly back.

“It was she who somehow knew you best and she never forgot that one night at your party where true love seemed to blossom.”

And now she was gone…David shook his head fiercely and looked at the bright skies, “I don’t want to dream any longer.”

Edmund smiled slightly as I took form behind David. I knew I wasn’t real - I was just a figment in David’s dream and yet my thoughts, my emotions, my memories…everything still felt so real.

“You’re here,” David spun to face me, his features instantly relaxing as he took me in. I smiled as my hands came up to touch his face. I wasn’t angry at him anymore for falling in love with Violet. Right now on this rooftop, there was just me and him.

“There was a glitch in your lucid dream David,” Edmund confessed in the distance, “You were supposed to end up with her with the perfect happily ever after, but the glitch caused you to form a relationship with Violet. That was never supposed to happen.”

My lips tugged up as I moved closer to David, “Me and you were destined, I always knew it.”

There was a glint of mischief in his eye as he brought his lips close to mine. The feel of his mouth was familiar and I welcomed the soft press of his tongue. He was everything I needed and more - it was the kind of kiss I could’ve stayed in for the rest of my life, but we both knew it couldn’t last.

David needed to wake up.

“Look at us,” he pulled back and ran a hand through my hair, “Frozen and dead, and I love you.”

My heart would always hammer at those words, “It’s a problem.”

“I lost you when I left you on that plane,” his smile saddened for a moment and I kissed the corner of his mouth, “And when I got in the car wreck. I’m sorry.”

A sob clung to my throat as David interlaced our hands together, “Do you remember what you told me once?”

My lips parted in anticipation and he smiled, “Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.”

A tear rolled down my cheek but I didn’t bother wiping it away. Planting one last kiss to his lips, I closed my eyes and took a step back.

My hand reached out, “Come find me.”

“My life won’t be complete until I do,” the corner of his lip tugged up though his eyes glistened in the sunlight, “I’ll see you in another life when we are both cats.”

I grinned and David took a step back towards the edge of the building. My pulse raced but I knew he had to take the leap of faith; David was going to be okay. We were going to be fine.

Part of me worried when he woke up the real me wouldn’t love him as much as the dream me. But Edmund had said true love had blossomed at his party all those years ago, we had something special.

David hovered on the edge of the building, his pants echoing in the air as his hands clamped into fists at his sides. He was always terrified of heights but I knew he could do this. If anyone could do this, it was him.

As if David could read my mind, he inhaled sharply and fell forwards from the rooftop. The wind instantly smacked his face as he flew towards the floor, a strange feeling of peace unfurling in his stomach.

“It’s time,” Edward looked at me with a small smile as I slowly faded away. The world itself seemed to fade into the colour white, taking everything and everyone in its path. I looked at the edge David had stood on only moments before and smiled, knowing we’d be together in another life soon.

“Relax David….Open your eyes”

David blinked at me in bewilderment as though he was confused about where he was or who he was. With wide eyes and a slack jaw, he stared at me in confusion and I repeated the question.

“You promise?” I looked into his eyes and tried my best to ignore all the people on the plane watching us through their windows.

“Promise what?”

I almost laughed in disbelief, “To meet up with me next year…March 5th?”

He shook his head slowly as if coming to a sudden realisation, “I’m not coming next year.”

I shifted back in confusion and he added, “Because I’m coming with you right now.”

My brow creased, “What?”

“This is going to sound insane but I know that if I let you get on this plane alone, both of us are going to end up upset and alone, with broken promises,” he touched my shoulder, “And I’m tired of holding back and making excuses. You make me happy, and I know we’ve only properly known each other for what? A whole day? But I know you. I know you better than everybody else and I’m not going to let the one person I’ve ever truly loved slip through my fingers. I’m coming with you.”

I don’t think I could’ve replied if I tried. Everything we’d planned and talked about had just vanished and yet I was happy to see it disappear. I liked this new David. This David who didn’t care about challenges and thought with his heart, not his head; this David who I knew I was going to have so many fun adventures with. I could already see it.

“You want to fly to Chicago with me?” I confirmed with a small smile and he nodded, “You’re going to need a jacket.”

He flashed a familiar grin, “Trust me, I know.”

It felt surreal as we clambered on the plane together, hand in hand, with no luggage and no real plans and yet…no worries. Being with David always seemed to cool me down and I knew that as long as I was with him I was going to be okay. Maybe it was insane; I mean I hardly knew the guy and yet I felt as though we’d lived a thousand lifetimes together.

David went back to buy a ticket to the plane and we managed to swap places with other passengers so that we were seated together. They gave us small smiles and knowing glances and I couldn’t help but wipe the cheesy grin off my face. I wasn’t going to sit and wait 364 days to start living my life.

I looked at David at my side and squeezed his hand tightly, pressing my lips against his. We’d only kissed a few times and yet i felt as though I’d felt him a thousand times, held him and loved him thousands more. This was what it felt like to love. I wasn’t going to hold myself back anymore, I was going to seize the chances I had.

I was going to start living today, and that included David Aames at my side.

Who would’ve thought?

The end🫶