maydayblake

[maydayblake]

Hey! If you’re still taking requests, could you write a Vance hopper x GN!reader with them going on a date, like where Vance would take the reader, what they would do and then after the date they like cuddle at either the reader or Vance’s house and have a sleepover?

Ofc! Sorry It Took So Long, I'm Currently Being Driven From My Vacation, So I Didn't Really Have Time Writing, And Also The Writers Block Has Made It Worse, But I Hope You Enjoy This! And I'm So Sorry It's Short, If I Think Of Anything Else, I'll Make Sure To Update!! ❤️❤️

Drive-In Date ( Vance Hopper X GN!Reader )

Includes : Fluff, Lovey-Dovey Stuff ( If It Counts ), And Etc...

" You Look So Gorgeous Sweetie! ", your mom squeels, turning you over.

" Mom, Please, It's Just A Date ", you start, embarrassed

" Exactly! A Date Is A Big Step Into The Future! My Daughter Is All Grown Up Now! ", she starts kissing your cheeks, making you squint your face.

" MOOOM ", you whine, trying to get away, that makes her laugh.

" Alright, Alright, But You Better Tell Me How It Goes After ", she winks, leading you out of the door, seeing him show up.

" Hey... ", Vance akwardly starts, making you smile.

" Hi Vance.. "

" Y-You Look... Good ", he tries to compliment you, knowing he's not really good at it.

You laughed, thanking him.

" Thank You, You Too ", you smile, making him let out a small eye roll, taking your hand and going to the Drive-In.

When you entered, you immediately went to get slushies, he paid, then, for the rest of the day, you just watched him play Pinball, him - letting you play a few times.

In the end, you ended up going to his house, since he's pretty much alone, his parents are working, you cuddled, and ended up falling asleep.

[maydayblake]

His duties will not die.

synopsis: what if it was lo’ak and not neteyam…?

pairings: Lo'ak x TwinFem!reader, Sully family x Daughter/sister!reader

warnings: death mention & swearing.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i wrote this first thing when i woke up this morning i had to get it out my head. also i love emphasizing words with red text. also also i totally forgot to make this clear but you are lo'ak's twin sister, koa. the story takes place like 3 years after wotw.

it was always his fault. 

it was always going to be lo'aks fault. 

no matter what he did, how hard he tried, what he sacrificed, it would always somehow wind down to being lo'aks fault

… even if what he sacrificed was himself. 

"koa…"

you ignored your father as you had been since your twin died. the day your brother's life left his eyes in your arms was the day you vowed to never speak again if the person who understood you most was lying lifeless in your arms. 

"koa, it's been years babygirl. will you please just talk to us? please, we're all hurting. we all miss him. just please say something. anything." jake would do the same thing every day. beg and plead with you to talk to him or anyone on the island. having twins was already demanding, but it's even more complicated when one dies in the other's arms. and as if it couldn't get any worse, you went mute after your brother died, so jake felt as if he had not lost one but both of his children. 

you never slept or ate with them anymore, too focused on pulling your weight in the clan. you knew deep down your father didn't really want you to talk to him. he just didn't want to have to feel like he's lost another child. and to you, nothing else in this world could make you angrier. you spent years listening to your father grovel at your feet, begging you to say something to him. and suddenly, all those years went to waste when you finally snapped at him.

"you do not miss him." your voice was hoarse but not completely gone, as you would still speak every now and then. but it was only when you were alone or with payakan. you wouldn't sleep, so you would sneak out of your marui to visit your twin's soul brother, knowing he was the only other being in the world who knew how you felt. 

that was the first thing you had said to anyone in almost 3 years, and honestly, it hurt your father's feelings. 

"koa, you cannot say that," jake tried to defend himself, not expecting his daughter's first words to him in 3 years to be dripping with poison as she spoke to him. he was confused. why were you acting this way? 

"oh, so now i cannot speak because you don't like what i said? well, it's fucking true. you did this exact same shit to him all the time. do not try it with me, it wont work." you yelled at him.

"watch your mouth young lady." your father kept trying to give you warnings because he knew this wasn't you. he knew you were just speaking out if hurt and that you didn't really mean what you were saying… right?

"no! fuck you! this is all your fault. if you hadn't put so much pressure on him, he would still be here. it was always his fault, his fault, his fault. TAKE FUCKING ACCOUNTABILITY. HE WAS YOUR SON. HE WAS RAISED BY YOU. YOU TAUGHT HIM HOW TO BE HIM. ALL HE WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO SEE HIM. ALL HE WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO BE PROUD OF HIM. HE DIED TRYING, AND YOU STILL DON'T SEE HIM AND YOU NEVER FUCKING WILL BECAUSE HE'S DEAD AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT" every sentence was paired with a punch, a push, or a shove to your father's chest. honestly, jake just stood there and took it. you were his daughter, and you were hurting, so if you needed to punch and push him a few times to release some anger, then he would allow it. at this point, jake was willing to do anything for your forgiveness.

"koa, i understand that baby girl, but you have to heal now. you've been overworking yourself, not eating, baby, you barely sleep. this can't go on anymore. i can't allow you to keep killing yourself. i can't lose anyone else." your father said, tears clouding his eyes as he took in every word you said. 

you were right; looking back on all the times he had lectured his children, he couldn't even count on his fingers and toes how many of those times it was only lo'ak getting in trouble. jake is only now noticing how he would always treat you and lo'ak differently even though you were twins. to him, you were his princess, his baby girl, his fiercest daughter, and lo'ak was nothing but an immature warrior who wasn't ready for the world, let alone any raids. 

"oh, but it was okay to lose him?" you asked, voice already hurting because of all the screaming you had done.

"i didn't say that-" jake tried to explain, but you cut him off.

"NOBODY HERE CARES." you screamed, pushing away a bit harder this time, causing his frame to shift slightly. he gently held your forearms, trying to keep you within arm's reach so you wouldn't slip away from him.

it was quiet. 

"we are supposed to be pulling our weight in this clan. i do not care if you think i am killing myself. his duties will not die with him."

your older brother was tired of your silent treatment, as his father called it. he felt like you were being selfish. everyone lost lo'ak. it wasn't just you. the whole family had experienced a loss, and instead of coming together as you guys should have, you distanced yourself. you made it hard for the family to know how you were feeling or even what you were doing. they could almost always never find you. you were always out fishing or with tsireya weaving baskets and making jewelry for the little girls and boys of the clan. 

you would also sometimes talk to tsireya. well, not really talk. your brother's girlfriend had immediately respected that you had gone mute after the whole situation. if she had enough self-control, she would probably be right there with you. she taught you sign language upon your request so that you could still communicate with her. since you two were the only people close enough to really see lo'ak, you became inseparable, much to ao'nungs dismay. 

"koa, let it go. the whole family lost someone. this isn't only about you–" your older brother tried to get you to snap out of your little pity party, but then you snapped at him. 

"NO! I WILL HUNT MY PORTION AND CONTINUE UNTIL I CATCH FOR LO'AKS SHARE. I WILL WEAVE MY BASKETS AND CONTINUE UNTIL I HAVE WEAVED LO'AKS SHARE. I WILL TRAIN UNTIL ECLIPSE, THEN TRAIN MORE TILL MORNING FOR THE TIMES LO'AK SHOULD'VE BEEN TRAINING. THIS WAS NEVER FUCKING ABOUT ME," you yelled at your elder sibling, having pulled yourself from your father's grip upon hearing the bullshit that was coming out of his mouth. 

"it was his decision to go after the spider! he's dead because of the choices he made–" neteyam said. he knows in the back of his head he didn't really mean it, and he made a mental note to apologise to you later when you're not both about to rip each other's heads off in the heat of the moment. 

"IT WAS MY IDEA," you screamed at him, tears spilling down your cheeks. the whole family gasped; they were confused, especially neteyam and kiri. it was lo'ak who came to him with the idea of getting spider back, so…

"what are you talking about?" kiri voiced what everyone was thinking.

"it was my idea. i knew how much spider meant to you, kiri. you're my sister so i couldn't not do this for you. we had to save him. i convinced lo'ak that if he could get nete on board with the plan that we could go after spider and save him. if only lo'ak hadn't-"

"LO'AK ISN'T HERE." neteyam yelled at you. he didn't know where the volume or energy to yell came from. he was tired of being reminded of the brother he had lost. this wasn't something he wanted to keep reliving. 

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?! NONE OF YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO FEEL THE OTHER HALF OF YOUR HEART BE RIPPED OUT OF YOUR CHEST. IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES NO LESS."

"koa…" your mother finally spoke, pulling you into the hug you'd needed for the past 3 years. giving you the warmth that you could've used when you were crying yourself to sleep. sharing the comfort that has been passed around the family, and now, it is your turn to experience it. 

"sa'nu, he pushed me out of the way. he saved me and risked himself. he put his life on the line for me. my twin brother is dead and–" you said, sobbing into your mother's embrace as your father and little sister, tuk, slowly joined. 

"koa, my child… your brother is with the great mother eywa now… he is safe. if you want we can go to the tree of voices right now to visit him." your mother offered the thing that brought her to ease the most, visiting lo'ak at the tree of voices. 

you hadn't dared go anywhere near the cove of the ancestors after your twin died. you didn't dare to face him. worried that he'll lecture you after seeing what you were doing to yourself. he would probably find a way to blame himself too. 

"i don't want to see him. i want to be with him… i miss him." you cried, kiri and nete having joined the family hug as well. 

your anger had long since died down. after 3 years of pent-up emotion, you finally felt like you had people to support you. but as you looked into your mother and father's eyes, you said the one thing your family needed to hear. the one thing they needed you to say so they could properly help you. 

"my twin brother is dead, and it is my fault..." you cried to your parents. you don't really think it's jakes fault 

you think it is yours. 

your family was at a loss for words, so neytiri and jake decided that no words were meant to be said. they would determine what steps to take toward your healing tomorrow morning, but right now, they just needed to be there for you and be the parents you always needed them to be.

they wish their boy didn't have to die, trying to prove that he is beneficial to this family and not only seen as a burden. they wanted to be the parents that lo'ak always needed to be. the ones who love and do not lecture. the ones who were open-minded and didn't give orders. if only they could be those of parents for lo'ak, even if it just for one second.

[maydayblake]

dear eywa

♢ Pairing: Sully family x Oldest sister!Reader

♢ Word count: 2.2k

♢ Genre: angst, family comfort - Warnings: character death, cursing, just tears 

⌲ Description: Alternative ending. You die instead. 

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With time

✧𝐓𝐰𝐢n ���𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐥𝐨’𝐚𝐤

✧Tw!!: mentions of death,sibling loss, lo’ak dies instead of neteyam, lots of crying, first time celebrating birthday without your twin brother, mentions of su!c!de, underaged dr!nking, mentions of alcohol,mostly angst with some fluff towards the end (if you squint),feelings of grief and depression and I think that’s all, enjoy this lil Drabble<33

✧Dividers by @benkeibear

✧ translation(s): Skxawng-moron,idiot , kuru-queue, hammerbrow fish- the goldfish that kiri was playing with in that one scene (idk how else to describe it😭)

(Listen to this to make it extra sad🥰)

You woke up feeling the weight on your chest being even heavier than usual. Your face still wet with tears from last nights realization. That realization being that today was your birthday but not just yours, it was his too. Ever since the night he died, you haven’t left your side of the marui since.

Even though it’s been four months since your twin brother died, that day just keeps replaying in your head, the sound of your mother screaming, the look of absolute devastation on your older brothers face, the blood on your hands, the sound of tsireya crying, lo’aks cold expression, the way your father looked at you with complete disappointment and spat out a cold, “you’ve done enough”

Every time you thought about it you felt sick.

And naturally, being Navi twins you guys were connected more than normal siblings were, you felt each other’s heartbeats, felt when the other was happy or sad, uncomfortable or frustrated. So when you felt cold and utterly alone, you knew he was gone.

But yet there’s still times you hear his heartbeat, you feel how lonely he is and how much sorrow he’s filed with. And it makes you weak with sadness every time.

Being pulled out of your thoughts by a small pair of hands on your bicep shaking you back and forth, you turn around to see your baby sister staring back at you with a smile on her face, her eyes still washed with sadness. Yes, she was young, but she certainly wasn’t stupid. She knew how to read the room better than kids your age did.

“Sis, come on, get up! It’s your birthday!” She says while climbing onto you to give you a hug, which was something she did every year, but this one was more gentle and genuine than the others. You break the hug to place a hand on her head, lightly ruffling her braids,“Maybe later tuktuk, I’m still a little tired.” You say,weakly trying to hide the pain in your features with a fake smile.

She frowns at this, making you let out a soft chuckle as you go to push her off of you. Making her cling onto you more. “That’s what you always say!, please sis, can you get up? For me? For lo’ak?” She says while looking at you with puppy dog eyes. The slight mention of his name brings tears to your eyes, not ready to start this day without him.

“Sister, leave her be, alright? How about you go see what kiri is up to?” Neteyam says as he lifts the curtain to get into your side of the hut, holding it open for tuk to run out eagerly to find her sister.

Closing it, he glances at you before siting on your sleeping mat, “Sister, I’m-” “Teyam don’t. I can’t go through today with this fake sympathetic bullshit!, you guys were constantly on both of our asses for everything! You guys never cared about how we felt! How he felt! You know how many times he came to me telling me how dad made him feel like shit? Or how kiri was pushing him about certain things? Or how he caught dad talking to you about how he’s, “too reckless” and he “wouldn’t be surprised if he got himself killed”?”

His ears pin back to his skull immediately, knowing the exact conversation you were referring to. “Sister, you think that didn’t bother me too? I told him that lo’ak only acted like that because he wanted to be like him. But of course he didn’t listen. And do you think I wasn’t aware of how you guys felt? Why do you think I’d always have both of your guys backs whenever you got into trouble? Why do you think I came up with lies left and right to mom and dad so you two wouldn’t get your asses beat? I wanted to avoid making you guys feel like that, but I only have so much control y/n..” he says as he squeezes his his fists in anger, his feelings from that night bubbling to the surface again.

You move from your comfortable position to sit next to him, bringing him into a much needed hug. “Brother, I know you did. I know you try every single day. And I look up to you because of that. You’re stronger than I am. You keep pushing forward even though there’s so much shit happening to you, I don’t understand how you do it.” You say as you feel tears flowing from your face, the hug reminding you of how lo’ak used to hug you whenever you were in a mood.

“I do it because of you guys. Because of him. You guys are the reason I keep pushing. And especially the both of your skxawng asses” he says with a soft chuckle before breaking the hug, placing his hand on your head softly, something he did with you and lo’ak that became a comfort thing for the both of you. “You can do this today sister, I believe in you, we all do.” His tone making tears automatically spill over your eyes, and causing you to notice his tear filled eyes.

Looking for some sort of grounding you place your hand over his and squeeze, taking multiple deep breaths before speaking. “Teyam.. I can’t, I miss him so much. Everytime I wake up I feel so alone and cold, but I can still hear his breath, and his heartbeat. My pain is not only mine, but his too.” You say in between sobs, watching neteyams breathing get more shallow as he tries to hold in his tears. His features covered in concern.

“Oh baby sis..” bringing you into another much needed hug. He places a light kiss on your forehead before rubbing your back and gently swaying you from side to side,trying to calm down your cries.

Kiri walks in quietly, the feeling of your pain drawing her to your room. Her whole body goes slack and cold when she sees your state, making her glance at Neteyam. That feeling intensifying even more once she saw the pain in his eyes. She takes her place behind you, quickly inserting herself into the hug. Wrapping her right arm around your waist and the other overlapping with neteyams so she can hold him too,her chin resting on your shoulder.

“You feel him don’t you? His heartbeat? His sorrow? His breath? Like he’s just a word about to be spoken?” Without lifting your head you nod quickly, too mentally exhausted speak anymore. “I know how you feel sister. Take that feeling as a way of him telling you to keep going. Keep breathing for him, keep your heart beating for him. That sorrow will be gone once he sees that you’re living for him.”

Her words make you sob even more. Knowing she’s right, he’s always hated seeing you cry, and he did anything to fix it. Purposely making himself look like a dumbass, making you go on an ikran ride with him, asking you to go exploring with him, taking you to you guys secret spot, pinky promises. He did anything for you. And so did you.

A wave of calm suddenly hits you, making your sobs come to a complete stop, and your breathing becomes more level. Feeling the change, your siblings give each other a confused glance before looking down at you. “Sister?..” they both say in sync as you break the hug and get up, your features going completely cold. “I’m going to visit him..if that’s ok with you guys” you say while lifting up a blanket, revealing a stash of alcohol you’ve been keeping ever since his funeral.

Quickly you take a bottle and cover it back up, grabbing your hunting knife and putting on both you and lo’aks matching bracelets you made on your 10th birthday. Walking towards the curtain to leave, you’re pulled back by a gentle pull on your shoulder.

“Y/n..don’t don’t drink today. It’s not gonna stop you from hurting, and you know that.” Kiri says while gliding her hand down to your hand that was holding the alcohol firmly. “Yeah, I know that kiri, but it dulls it somewhat. And it stops me from wanting to throw myself off of a cliff so I think it’s worth it. Plus it’s my birthday! I’m allowed to drink as much as I want today!!” You say in a fake enthusiastic tone, your sarcasm reminding them so much of lo’ak.

“Y/n.” Neteyam says in a soft but stern tone, the one that told you that whatever he was about to say was gonna be serious. “Don’t drink. I know you’ve been hurting more than we have but we need you here. Lo’ak needs you here. You know how much he hates seeing you hurt.” He says as his voice starts to crack slightly, remembering all the things the three of them would come up with whenever you were anything but happy and content.

Feeling the tears well in your eyes again, you squeeze the bottle tighter, fighting the instinct to drown your feelings in the burning liquid.

Glancing over at them, your heart breaks seeing the genuine hurt on their faces because of the realization you’ve been drinking this whole time and they didn’t know. Sighing angrily,you shove the bottle into neteyams chest. “Fine, but when I get back just save me a bottle, because I know it’ll be gone by the time I come back.” You say while turning out of your room swiftly, leaving kiri and neteyam there speechless.

Once you get to the spirt tree, you thank payakan and tell him that you’ll see him soon. Ever since lo’aks passing you’ve only really left your marui to go see payakan, knowing he carries the same weight as you do.

While swimming towards the tree, you mentally prepare yourself for this painful experience. You’ve been avoiding coming to the tree in the first place, because you knew how much it take out of you. And he knew the same.

Connecting your kuru to the tree, you’re brought to you and lo’aks secret spot back at your actual home. The only place that brought you two comfort. Tentatively, you walk through the clearing, lo’ak still not in sight.

“Lo?, where are you?” You call out, the sound of your own voice making you realize you weren’t 15, but you were younger. Walking towards a curtain of flora that led to a small river, you catch a glimpse of your brother, making you walk quicker.

Once you get there you see lo’ak sitting at the edge of river with his feet languidly swaying in the water, just staring into the water. Almost like he was waiting for something, or someone. You don’t say anything at first, just taking in the sight of him after not seeing him for months.

“Brother..” you say softly, not wanting to disturb his peace. His head whips in the direction of your voice, his expression lighting up as he gets up and walks towards you. “Sister!!, I thought you’d never show!” He says as he takes you into a hug, the sound of his voice making you giggle since he was also his younger self.

“Of course I did, it just took me a little time. You know I’d always come to see your skxawng ass” you say as you break the hug to shove his face with your pointer and middle finger. He giggles at that, his smile making the weight on your chest get lighter.

Grabbing your hand, he guides you to where he was sitting. Taking your seat beside him, you gaze out into the water with him.Nervously playing with your extra finger, you take a breath before talking about what you were avoiding for so long.

“Brother I’m-” you exhale slowly before continuing, noticing out of the corner of your eye how all lo’aks attention was turned to you. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be here. It should’ve been me that got shot that night. I was the one that put the idea into your head to go save spider. I should’ve just told you and teyam to go so I could’ve got spider by myself-” “Sister,” he cuts you off, your rambling making the pain in his heart worse. “It’s not your fault. You need to stop hurting yourself like this. It’s not fair to you. You need to focus on now. Not ‘what if’. And plus, It’s not like I would’ve listened to you if you told me to go anyway, there’s no way in hell I’d let that happen.”

Both of you giggle at the last part, knowing that he’s not lying. Once your laughs die down, you look down at your hands, that feeling of guilt still lingering in your chest. Glancing over at you, he notices how you’re playing with your pinkies, a telltale sign that told him something was bothering you.“Sister, what else is it?” He says as he leans back onto his hands, noticing how your shoulders slightly go stiff from his question.

Turning your body to face him, you don’t fail to notice the genuine look of concern in his eyes. “You know what day it is today?” You ask, making his expression completely drop. “Yeah, I know.” The words feeling like a weight on his tongue. “I don’t know how I’m gonna do today without you lo’. I can’t. It hurts too much.” You say as the tears finally spill over your face, the grief crawling back up your throat once again. “No, y/n, you can and you will. For me. Just because I’m here doesn’t mean you can’t live out there. Live for me, y/n. Stop letting yourself be consumed by grief and guilt. I hate seeing you like this and you know that.” He says sternly, making sure you know he’s being serious.

All you do is nod your head, not trusting your voice with the lump in your throat and the never ending tears that keep falling from your eyes. The sight of your hurting form makes lo’aks heart twist in pain. And the fact he couldn’t really do much hurt even more. “Come here, sis,” Placing his hand on your shoulder he pulls you towards him. Giving you a much needed hug, immediately making you sob into the crook of his neck.

“I miss you, twin” he says while resting his chin on your shoulder, letting the tears fall freely from his eyes. You let out a broken, “i miss you more” as the void in your chest grows the longer you two hug.

Once you finally calm down,you break the hug, now seeing each other how you guys remember. “Well shit..” you both say in sync, making you both laugh. “You look so grown. I don’t like it.” Lo’ak says as he admires you a little longer, a feeling of peace swirling in his chest. “Yeah,me neither” you say in a soft tone, once again feeling guilty for moving on without him with you.

Placing left hand on your head, and his right on your shoulder he looks at you with a soft smile on his face, “Y/n,you’ll be ok. I’ll always be watching you, and I’ll always protect you.” The tone of his voice making you inhale sharply so the next wave of tears doesn’t come. He raises his pinky finger towards you, waiting for you to do the same. You let out a soft chuckle at his childish behavior before obliging.

Once both of you pinkies are holding onto one another, he grips your shoulder tighter. “Promise me, that you won’t give up on yourself, that you won’t push everyone away, that you won’t drink your feelings away. Promise me that you can get over this feeling. That you will live through this feeling.”

You squeeze his pinky even tightly as you feel the tears well up in your eyes, realizing that time will make no difference to how much you miss him. But it will for how much you will grow through this feeling.

Tugging his pinky towards yours, you nod your head ‘yes’ before saying, “I promise. I promise I’ll do my best for you. I promise that I’ll try for you.” The words making a smile appear on his face. He brings you into a loving hug, the warmth of comfort washing over both of you guys.

“Happy birthday,twin” you guys say in sync again, a soft giggle coming from both of you. Breaking the hug, he grabs your hands and squeezes them tightly “ow! That hurts!” “I don’t care! I want you to have fun for me today alright? Celebrate us! Spend time with everyone that loves you and gives a shit about you. You deserve it!” he says through his laughs, making you smile softly at his childish demeanor.

“Alright I will!! I’ll come visit you again tonight and I’ll tell you all about today!” You say in a giddy tone, noticing that this has been the first time you’ve been somewhat happy since these last 4 months.

“You better” he says while rolling his eyes dramatically, knowing he did it to make you laugh. Once your laughter dies down, you both look back at the water. Not wanting this moment to end already. “I love you,bro” you say while bumping your shoulder against his, making him laugh and do the same to you. “I love you more,sis” he says with a soft smile on his face, one that replaced the one on yours.

You two stay like this for a while, just basking in each others presence and invading each others space. Thoughts of leaving suddenly crowd your head and the second those thoughts occur, your brother says something about it.“Y/n go spend the day with them. You know how they get on our birthday, plus they’ll make you feel better.” He says in a delicate tone, a soft smile on his face from remembering how much they loved celebrating your birthdays. You sigh softly, before reluctantly standing up.

He gets up with you, bringing you into an affectionate hug. Without breaking it, he whispers “I’ll miss you,sister.” With complete sadness laced in his tone. A tear falls from your face from the sound of his voice,“I’ll miss you more than you’ll ever know, brother.” You two stay like this for a while, until it starts getting harder to breathe, a harsh reminder of the truth.

Breaking the hug, you give him a look that lets him know that, making him hesitantly let go of you. “I’ll see you later tonight brother, I promise. I love you!” You say while turning around to leave, hearing him let out a little ‘I love you, too’ before you leave.

Once you reach the surface you catch your breath, calling out to your ilu and mentally going over your interaction with your brother to avoid acknowledging that void in your chest.

It’s a peaceful ride back home, until you start getting in your head about ‘having fun’ today without lo’ak. Because it wasn’t just your birthday, but his too. And celebrating without him just doesn’t feel right, even tuk knows that.

But right when you start having those doubts, a group of hammerbrow fish swarm around you and your ilu, stopping you in your tracks. One of them swims up to your face and flicks your forehead, making you furrow your brows and shove it away. They swim around you and you ilu for awhile longer before leaving, one of them staying back a little longer to look at you.

The whole interaction left you with a smile on your face, knowing that it was definitely lo’ak telling you to calm down, and to stop worrying about unnecessary things. Making hope swirl in your chest.

With time, you know you’ll be okay.

A/N~ this took SO LONG to write oh my fucking god. But we made it!! And I hope you guys enjoyed this (and this is my first angst fic so pls cut me some slack if some phrasing gets repetitive😔) because I did, didn’t enjoy the tears I cried while writing this but it was worth it🩷 if you made it to the end and you’re reading this I wanna thank you so much for reading this whole long ass fic, must really love me huh😏?? LMFAOO but anyway! Otw to write for kinkmas now🏃🏽‍♀️💨

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

[maydayblake]

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SULLY FAMILY X LOAK’S TWIN READER. (I’m slowly working on requests!)

idea: What If Lo’ak had a deep connection with his twin. When the go to save spider, instead of Neteyam getting shot she does.

WARNINGS: ANGST! BULLET WOUNDS, BLEEDING, CURSING, MENTIONS OR DEAD BODIES, GUNS, READER DIES, MENTIONS OF “Y/N” ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!! (SORRY IF ANY TYPOS)

“Bro, cmon! We gotta get Spider! We can’t leave him!”

Oh, little did he know.

Neteyam let out a deep scowl, looking at his younger sister y/n. Reluctantly, he followed. The three ran through the waste-landed ship. Lo’ak picked up a near by gun. As they scouted for spider.

They hung from the bar up top from the humans and soldiers running in a certain correction. First Neteyam, then Lo’ak, lastly Y/n. They spotted spider near below. Neteyam raised his dagger overhead. Ready to strike. All three jumped down, the sounds of breaking glass, grunts, and gun fires were heard.

Y/n watched as her brother and her retrieved spider. Lo’ak looked in a panic of shock. They jumped near off a ledge.

“Bro! Cmon!”

Lo’ak shouted, as he was about to fire his weapon. Neteyam pushed Y/n out the way. Pouncing onto Lo’ak. The four ran through a hallway of the ship. They were being followed.

“GO! GO!”

Neteyam shouted, grabbing the gun from Lo’ak to keep the two soldiers far enough away. A few shots rang into the air, an annoyed grunt as the gun jammed itself. Spider jumped into the water. Then Lo’ak. All there was, was Neteyam and Y/n.

“we have to go now!”

Neteyam grabbed his sisters hand. A gunshot fired, as the two swam to the surface. Y/n stayed under longer than she should have…

“That was Crazy cuz!”

Lo’ak said with a smile. Giving spider a high-five, as Neteyam resurfaced Along with y/n. She felt her heart beating out of her chest. Than a sharp song in her chest. She groaned looking down to the blood stained water.

She could barely manage to keep her head above water without Neteyam or Spiders help. A strangled cry left her lips. As she looked up at Lo’ak . Coughing up small amounts of water.

“You skxawng, I’m Shot…”

She choked out. As Tsireya came over with her mount. Clearly distressed She waved a hand motioning them to come in.

“Cmon! Let’s go!”

She said, looking down and noticing the blood stained water as the brothers tried to keep y/n up above water. She immediately dismounted as they helped y/n on. They rode over to where they saw Jake.

“Dad, Help! It’s y/n! She’s shot!”

Those words hit him like a punch in the gut.

“Get her on! Lay her down, be careful!”

Jake instructed, his voice cracking as he saw his second youngest daughter in so much distress, so much pain. They got y/n onto the rock.

“Hands here, press!”

Jake said with a crack in his voice. Tears flossed down your face. As he turned you on your back and his heart dropped.

The bullet went through. Straight through your chest.

For the first time in a long time. Reality hit him like a punch in the gut. His mind immediately reeled in with panic. Your gaze immediately darted to spider, Neteyam and Lo’ak’s gaze averting as well. Neteyam had a deep scowl placed on his lips as Lo’ak look terrified, his brows furrowing but he kept quiet.

“Dad…I want to go home.”

Your voice cracked out.

“We’re going home. I know..”

He tried to call you down, Lo’ak’s hand stayed firmly pressed against the wound as you let out a strained cough. Neteyam held your hand, grasped on tightly as if you’d shrivel away in the wind if he let go.

You heard the screech of a familiar banshee, Mom..your heart raced maybe even faster as she rushed near your side..

Your mind was occupied with thoughts. Too many. It hurt. The pain was slowly starting to fade away.

“No..no…y/n..”

Neytiri whispered as she gently caressed your tear stained face. You breathing was slowing, vision hazy with tears. Your weakly turned your gaze to your dad.

“Dad I—..”

The group was filled with silence. Lo’ak’s eyes filled with anguish. He had just lost his other half. Jake closed his eyes, his ears pinning back into his head.

Lo’ak looked down at his crimson stained hands, his eyes weld with tears. Neteyam on your right; help your hand tighter as he felt the skin grow cold, the small traces of your tanhí flickering away like light switches. He sat on the back of his thighs, his forehead held close to your cold palm.

Neytiri her gaze flew across your face. No, not her daughter. This was a nightmare, she and her family would wake up from..right?

She held your lifeless corpse close to her chest as she cried..her two boys filled with a sense of dread and uncertainty.

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[maydayblake]

Found Family - The black phone au

Tristan decided to take his kids friends on a hiking trip. He's the only one that's enjoying himself.

Tristan: *sigh* What a beautiful sunny day

Mason: TRISTAAAAN WHEN WILL WE GET THERE

Tristan *still smiling*: We'll get there when we get there bud just hang on

Mason: TRISTAN IT'S 900 DEGREES OUTSIDE

Tristan: First of all, you better tone down that tone, and 2nd stop being so dramatic

*Miguel passes out*

Mason *holding Miguel up*: Miguel is literally passed out in my arms right now and not to mention that spencer is passed out over my shoulder

Madelene: I'm hungry and sweaty and hot and tired and I WANT TO GO HOME.

Tristan: we've been walking for 20 minutes you'll manage

Brady H: I'm pretty sure this is child abuse

[maydayblake]

The Black Phone cast

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

[maydayblake]

When Gwen first met Robin she thought he was picking on Finney

Gwen: FIGHT ME CUNT!

Robin: What are gonna do? Kick me in the ankle

Gwen:

[ Later ]

Billy: Why is Robin curled up in a ball on the floor holding his leg?

Finney: Gwen kicked him very hard in the ankle

[maydayblake]

I made it digital because it was funny 💀

[maydayblake]

WHY IS THE WIKI ARTICLE FOR THE BLACK PHONE SO FUNNY

This reads like the worst dating profile ever made.

His occupation is child murderer.

His hobbies are kidnapping children and playing the Naughty Boy Game.

His life goals are kidnapping and murdering children, not getting caught, and keeping Finney trapped forever.

I’m in stitches. Someone make a Tinder profile with this information 😂

[maydayblake]

Did the phone ring for you? It rang, but none of us heard it.

[maydayblake]

Hey!! Could you do a robin x reader where she just randomly bumps his nose throughout the day?

SOMETHING NEW. Robin Arellano.

summary: throughout the entire school day you've been randomly booping robin's nose, and he's just so damn confused-

short and sweet. <3 | requests: OPEN.

a/n: i gotchu anon! i'm also gonna assume you meng booping his nose- :] you can also see this as platonically or romantically!

It was currently half way through the school day, and you were sitting in 5th period, staring at the front of the classroom, completely zoned out of your mind.

Your head was practically empty, and you weren't paying any attention to the board or what the teacher was saying simply because; you didn't care. At all. You'd already learned this, perks of repeating the school year.

Due to the fact that you were just, absolutely out of it, you failed to notice the gaze boring into the back of your head, practically burning holes.

And it belonged to no one other than Robin Arellano, your best friend since kindergarten.

His elbow was propped up on the flat surface of the desk, palm of his hand fitted perfectly underneath his chin. He was twirling his pen in his other hand, brows furrowed; a puzzled look on his face.

Why might you ask?

Well, because you had been confusing him all day by just carrying out a simple action.

Booping his nose.

It left him with heated cheeks and a flustered feeling. Sure he got affection at home, but not any physical affection. Not from his people and the people he saw as friends.

So why ..

His thoughts were interrupted as the bell abruptly rang, watching as you immediately stood up and turned to him, a wide grin on your face.

You pranced up to him, "Robin come on! Let's go get something from the vending machine before class starts, I've got money!"

He didn't answer your question. "Why do you keep touching my nose?" His brows furrow, crossing his arms.

You blinked, unsure of what he was asking before you got a grip on it, grinning even wider. "Oooh, you mean this?" And as soon as you said that you reach out, pad of your thumb pressing against the tip of his nose.

And instantly, he can feel his cheeks heating up once again.

He's instantly pulling his face away from your thumb, nose scrunching up. "Don't do that." Robin grumbled, looking at the ground.

Though, you just grin even wider, giggling a little. Reaching up, you ruffle his hair. "Awww, are you getting all flustered?"

"What? Of course not."

You roll your eyes, "yeah yeah whatever. Come on, let's go to the vending machine before we have to go to next period."

He narrowed his eyes at you, but still walked behind you as you set sail to the schools vending machine.

Robin would never admit it, but he really liked it when you did that. It felt comforting to him, even though it was so small.

add yourself to my taglists for the black phone!

🪷 tags: @robinscardigan @maxmayfieldislesbian @ziggyduf @angieluvssalami @sappynappysworld @reaniethebeloved

[maydayblake]

may I request poly robin & Finn x reader who's a cheerleader?

#1 Fans

The heat of the afternoon created a groggy blanket around you as your cheer practice went on. You were thankful for the light uniform and the flowy skirt that definitely made the heat less miserable.

Despite the heat, there were two people still sitting on the bleachers, watching paitently and intently during each of your performances, clapping and cheering when you landed or balanced perfectly.

Thats what gave you the motivation to not die from heat stroke.

Every practice was like this. Staying late in the afternoons with the rest of the cheersquad, doing your little dance, then walking home with Finney and Robin, not without stopping for drinks from the Grab N Go.

Bot tommorow was the real deal. The biggest basketball game of the year.

And you were a nervous wreck. During this practice, you continued to stumble or trip or fall or lose balance almost every time, taking at least four tries to get a position right. The pressure built up with each failure, and eventually you could barely hold your tears back. This was your first year as an actual cheerleader on a team, and this was your first big game. You were absolutely wrecked.

"5 minutes everyone! Go get some water!" Your coaches booming voice called out, and your posture immediately relaxed. "Y/n. A word."

You tensed up again as you tentatively walked over to your coach. She stood with her hands on her hips, and a clipboard in hand. "Y/n. If you can't fix up your act, im going to have to put you out for tommorows game. This is an important game, and we need our cheer routine to be perfect. We can't have any... loose screws messing with the whole program. So either do better, or sit yourself out. Got it?"

You felt hurt, but you knew she was right. "Yes ma'am." You murmured, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

You turned and walked towards the bleachers, hoping to see Robin and Finn staring at you with wide grins or arms open wide.

But when you didn't see them there, you practically broke down on the inside. Maybe they left because they were embarrassed watching you completely fail.

You sighed and started trudging towards the nearest bathroom. Just as you rounded the corner, you found yourself being greeted with a pair of arms wrapping around you.

Out of reflex, you almost punched your "attacker." But you calmed down when you realized that whoever hugged you in fact was not an attacker.

You opened your eyes to see Finneys fluffy head of brown hair resting on your shoulder. It was a bit surprising, considering Finney was rarely the first one to initiate a hug, but you didn't mind. It was comforting. You wrapped your arms around him and looked back to see Robin "cooly" leaning against the back of the bleachers. Finney let go of you and grabbed your hand. The two of you walked over to Robin, who seemed to have a bit of concerned look on his face.

"Whats wrong today, Y/n? You're all clumsy and shit. You're usually the best one out there." Finney gave you a concerned frown, and a feeling of got weighed down on you, beginning to pull years from your eyes again. Robin immediately noticed your distress and grabbed your free hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

"I-im sorry." You sighed and took a shaky breath, trying to wipe away the tears so that your mascara didn't run down your cheeks. Robin sighed and stepped closer, wiping the tears from your cheeks, giving you a soft and encouraging smile. "Its just- tommorow is my first time performing in front of like a whole crowd. What if I mess up? That would be so embarrassing! And then- that would probably embarrass you guys and I would just-" you rolled your eyes. "Ugh! I don't know. Maybe I'm just not built for cheerleading." You frowned, crossing your arms over your exposed stomach.

Finney and Robin exchanged glances before looking back at you.

"You don't really believe that, do you?" Finneys eyebrows were knitted together with concern.

"Yeah, that's bullshit. You're an amazing cheerleader. The best one out there. You've just got some first time jitters. That's normal though. Trust me, you're going to kick absolute ass out there!" Robin smirked and squeezed your hand.

Finney nodded. "Yeah, what Robin said! And besides, even if you mess up, we would never be embarrassed of you. Hell, you could fall and mess up the routine, and me and Robin would still be up there cheering for you. You are the best cheerleader I've ever seen!" Finney had a bit of a goofy smile on his face, and you immediately felt better.

Robin sighed and untied his bandana from around his forehead before tying it around your own. "There. A good luck charm. But you have to give it back after tommorow. You already steal enough of my clothes." Robin teased and you smiled, nodding.

"Thank you, Robin." You placed a kiss on his cheek, smiling and blushing a bit.

"You always steal the spotlight, Robin!" Finney whined in a teasing manner, grabbing your hand again. "I don't have anything cool to give you, Y/n. But I hope this is enough." He murmured before leaning and placing a quick peck on your lips.

Finney was as red as a tomato from the simple action, but you found it endearing. You kissed his forehead before letting out a quick breath and turning to look back at the field where the team was practicing, and most of the girls were already back. You looked back at Robin and Finney. You quickly pulled them into a tight hug. "Thank you, guys." You whispered before letting go of them and quickly running back to the field.

Robin and Finney both looked at eachother, seeming pretty pleased in themselves.

A/N: I love doing these poly requests they are the sweetest things ever </3

[maydayblake]

Robin: you know how I went to the pharmacy?

Finney: yes

Robin: They’re out of my adhd medication for 5 days

Finney, already out the door: oh my god

Robin, following: it’s gonna be a fun week!

Finney: I’m going to my father’s

Robin: nuh uh through sickness and in health motherfucker

[maydayblake]

VULNERABLE ORPHAN'S PLEA, KINDLY DONATE AND SHARE

I am Martin Muhhamed, a survivor of a harrowing ordeal that no child should ever endure. I write to you today not only as an orphan from Gaza((Rafah)) but also as a parent now since my younger siblings' eyes are on me for their sustenance.

unspeakable violation haunts me as I'm required to go for medication for $70/$950 due to the pain and scars left on me when I encountered a thorough attack from invaders who messed up with my parent's life.

I’m kindly on my knees begging for your help to enable me and my siblings to sustain through this hard time. Any kind of help/contribution will be highly appreciated.

Life's burdens weigh heavy on my young shoulders as I navigate the harsh realities of existence in a land scarred by conflict and deprivation. Every day is a struggle, a relentless battle against hunger, fear, and despair. The absence of parents to guide and protect me leaves an ache in my soul that no amount of tears can wash away.

I am reaching out with humility, asking for your contributions. Kindly assist.

CLICK HERE TO DONATE

[maydayblake]

I understand that my request may be difficult to hear, but I ask that you please consider extending your hand to help a vulnerable survivor like myself. Your kindness has the power to offer me hope where there was once only darkness, and for that, I will be forever grateful.

Of Course!!

[maydayblake]

Left On My Own (Robin Arellano)

Pairing: Robin Arellano x GN!Reader (platonic)

Word count: 2706

Description: After learning of Robin’s fate, Y/N copes with their grief through dreams of him

Tags: angst, hurt/some comfort, death, grief, reader has a good relationship with their mom, platonic I love you, canon complient

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“Our community’s long nightmare has finally come to a bittersweet end tonight with the rescue of the missing Blake child but also the discovery of five bodies we assume to be the other missing children in the area,” said the police man on the TV. A wave of shock rolled over your body as he spoke. You inhaled deeply, but your body felt too tense to exhale. You felt a dull ache in your face as tears welled in your eyes. You coughed but the sound came out as more of a sob as the tears came down your face. 

You grabbed the remote next to you and turned off the TV, not wishing to hear anything else. You got up from your spot on the floor and walked to your room. Despite being alone in the living room, you craved the privacy of your room, you needed to be alone right now. You hurried and slammed the door once you had entered. Once you made sure the lock was turned, you let the tears flow freely down your face. You choked out sobs as you walked to your bed to lay down. Your body burned with emotion as you tried to process the words you had heard. You had tried so hard to convince yourself Robin was ok, that he was alive somewhere, and now it had been thrown in your face that he wasn’t. 

You curled into yourself as your eyes burned with tears. Your body shook, it felt like all you could do was cry and it was all you wanted to do right now. It felt as if a boulder had been shoved on top of you, the weight of your grief was crushing. You pulled your blankets over your head, hiding from the world. You pushed your head into your pillows and snuggled into yourself. You took a deep shuddery breath as you closed your eyes. 

The room was dark, only lit up by the harsh light of the TV. The ambient screams and music of Night of The Living Dead filled the room as you sat on the couch. The body heat of another person warmed your side as they lay against you. Looking to your left, Robin lay against you, arms wrapped around you as he eyed the screen. He smiled as he watched the people, zombie movies were always more funny to him than scary. 

The black and white picture was not the best quality but this didn’t stop your immersion. You were definitely more invested in the film than Robin was. He could feel you tense slightly whenever a zombie came on screen.

“You scared, Y/N?” He teased, smiling up at you. 

“What? No!” You insisted, frowning and looking at the TV, now trying to suppress your physical responses to your fear. 

“You totally are,” he giggled. “Don’t be afraid, I’m sittin’ here with ya.” His face was mocking, but in a friendly way, with a genuine undertone in his eyes. You smiled, reaching down to ruffle his hair before looking back to the screen. 

Your eyes opened to the sun shining through your window and your alarm beeping. You outstretched your arms to block the light with one hand and turn off the alarm with the other. You sat up, shaking out your hair, and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. As your brain began to wake up more, the memory of last night reentered your brain. You took a deep, shaky breath before laying back down. Your dream last night had made you forget, even if for a little while. It wasn’t quite a dream though, it was more of a memory. The night that you and Robin had watched Night of The Living Dead at your house was a fond memory for you, it was nice to experience it again. 

It felt so wrong to have to go to school today, to act like everything was ok. It felt like you were wronging him by going about your day-to-day life, like you were pushing him aside, like he wasn’t important anymore. On the contrary, Robin was the only thing occupying your mind right now, if it wasn’t for the sound of the alarm that woke you up, you would have forgotten there was anything to do today at all. You swung your feet off the bed, but didn’t stand. Was it even worth it to go to school today? Surely they would understand your absence. 

The knock on your door signified that skipping wasn’t an option today. You reluctantly stood and walked to your closet to find something to wear, it didn’t matter what, you didn’t have that energy today. After picking out some long pants and a sweater, you got dressed and exit your room. Upon entering the living room to get your bag and shoes, you were greeted by the pitying faces of your family. 

“Stop it,” you said quietly, searching the floor for your sneakers. 

“We’re sorry, honey. We know this must be-,” your mom started.

“Can we not do this right now?” You asked, cutting her off. She sighed but nodded, getting her keys off the hook to drive you to school.

You found your shoes, put them on, grabbed your bag, and walked out the front door. The ride to school was filled with a tense silence. You wanted to cry, but you didn’t want to cry in front of anyone. You clenched your fists inside your pockets, everything felt wrong. When your mom pulled up in front of the school, it felt wrong to not see Robin waiting by the doors. It felt wrong to not have him by your side as you entered the halls. It felt wrong to not see him in your shared class, to not talk to him when the teacher wasn’t looking. It felt wrong to not see him at lunch. It felt wrong to not wait on the curb with him for your mom to pick you up. It felt wrong to not wave at him as she drove off. 

Again, your mom didn’t talk to you during the drive. She remembered what you had said in the morning, and she didn’t wish to push you, not now. Nonetheless, she reached out her hand and rest it on your leg, giving a gentle squeeze to let you know she was there if you needed her. You glanced at her before looking back to the floor. When she pulled into the driveway and parked, you gave her a sad look before you got out and entered the house. As usual, you deposited your shoes and bag in the living room before walking to your room. 

Once you walked into your room, you locked the door behind you and went to lay on your bed again. You thought you would cry again, that you would sob your throat sore, but for some reason, you didn’t. You simply lay in your bed, feeling a numbness inside yourself. Despite being under your blankets, you felt cold, a cold only the familiar warmth of Robin could diminish. Even though the sun was still up, you closed your eyes and hoped sleep would take you again.

Various noises bustled around you as the bright fluorescents of the school cafeteria lit up the room. In front of you sat a standard school lunch, a dry burger, and unseasoned french fries plus a cold milk, sweating condensation onto the table. Robin’s laughter filled the space next to you.

“No, no, I swear. She looked right at her and told her to fuck off, told the teacher to fuck off, can you believe that?” Robin laughed, holding a french fry in his hand, using it to accentuate his words. You smiled as well. 

“She’s got some balls, I’ll give her that,” you agreed, picking at your food but not really eating it. School lunch had a tendency to kill your appetite. 

“I could never do that, Mrs. Wilson’s always so nice,” Robin said, thinking, presumably about Mrs. Wilson. 

“I’ll take your word for it, I’ve never had her,” you replied, popping a fry in your mouth. Robin nodded before changing the subject. 

“Anyways, you still good to hit up the movies after school today? I know you said your mom’s been more strict lately,” Robin asked, turning more towards you. You nodded your head.

“Yeah, I think she likes you, so she said I could go,” you said, almost instantly regretting telling Robin your mom likes him. Robin put his hand to his chest in a dramatic pose.

“Your mom likes me? Is this my cue, Y/N? Is it time to make a move?” He joked, sticking out his tongue at you. 

“Ok, actually shut up, I take it back, she hates you,” You backtracked, laughing. 

“Too late, the wheels are in motion, I’m your new stepdad,” Robin said, getting up from his seat and sitting on the table. “Sorry it had to be this way, but nothing can stop true love.”

“Ok, maybe I hate you. Get down, loser,” you chuckled, flicking a fry at him. He smiled as he attempted to dodge it. 

“Ok, but really. I swear you’re gonna love this movie, I’ve seen it twice now,” Robin said, smiling as he spoke. Robin's excitement made you excited as well. 

“If you insist,” you said with a smile.

You awoke to a knock at your door. 

“Y/N, honey, it’s dinner time,” you heard your mom say on the other side of the door. 

“Um, be there in a sec,” you responded, sitting up from your bed. Another memory, it wasn’t one that had stuck out to you before, but you appreciated getting that small moment again. You sat up, swinging your legs over the bed, and standing. You mentally prepared yourself for dinner, for what your family might say. You knew they were trying to be supportive, but nothing could fix what you were feeling right now. 

As you had expected, at dinner, you dad and siblings awkwardly tried to talk to you, to ask you how you were feeling, expressions of sympathy. You looked up to your mom, an expression that was sad but also so much more. You could tell she understood because she told your dad and siblings to just leave the topic alone right now, that you would talk if you were ready. You appreciated her gesture, a small dent in the overwhelming yet almost nonexistent emotion you were feeling. You remember your mom telling you about how one of her friends died when she was around your age, maybe she understood some of the grief you were feeling. 

After dinner was over and the dishes were done, you went back to your room. Maybe you would find something to fill the time, maybe you would just sleep again. How desperately you wanted to bury yourself in the memories of Robin sleep was now bringing you. Inside your room, you looked around. You looked at your books, your games, your small TV, something to distract yourself. You grabbed the remote for your TV and turned it on. You flipped through the channels, half heartedly looking for something to watch. After finding nothing, you tuned to a random channel and just listened. Your thoughts began to sink in again despite your best efforts. You could feel your eyes burn with tears again, you hated feeling these emotions, you hated their inconsistency. 

You layed back on your bed and let your tears flow. There were no sobs this time, only the silent release of your sadness. The sky was beginning to darken now, the pastel blue replaced by darker, more mellow shades. You snuggled into the mattress, sniffling as your tears wet your pillow. I wish he was here, you thought. I wish he could tell me everything would be ok. He would stroke your hair, and talk about anything to fill the space, he would press himself against you in a comforting way, mellowing you with his presence. But he’s not here, so all of that is up to you now. 

As you continued to listen to the TV, you watched the sky slowly turn to a midnight blue, signifying it was a normal time to sleep. At the same time that you wanted to retreat into your slumber, you also didn’t. What if you saw something you didn’t want to see? What if it isn’t a good memory? What if it’s nothing at all? Then again, what if it is a good memory? You grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. With darkness and silence filling your room, fatigue began to overtake you, despite having slept only a couple hours ago. Nonetheless, you welcomed the escape.

Robin sat on your bed, staring to you standing in the doorway. You stand still for a moment before you walk towards him and sit next to him on the bed. The bed sinks a little under the weight of both of you. 

“Sorry it’s been a little while,” Robin said, his eyes looking at the floor.

You don’t recognize this memory.

“It’s ok, I get that you get busy,” you said, glancing to the ceiling. 

“It’s not that and we both know it,” Robin said. “I know you remember what happened, and I know how you’re feeling about it.”

This isn’t a memory.

“Oh,” you say, tensing your hands on your sheets. Robin looks at you and inches his hand towards you, his pinky resting on the back of your palm. 

“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either,” he said, bringing his feet up onto the bed and bringing his knees to his chest. “I wanna hear from you how you’re feeling.” You lean back on the bed, staring at the ceiling again.

“It’s hard to describe. It’s sad, and hurt, and also this overwhelming emptiness. I don’t know how it feels, but it feels bad.” Your voice shook as you talked, trying to hide the emotion. 

Robin lays back next to you, bouncing slightly on the mattress. 

“I know,” he sighed. “I tried to fight, if that means anything.”

“I didn’t doubt it. It still doesn’t change the fact that you’re…you’re gone now,” you replied, your voice openly breaking now. “You’re gone and now it’s just me.” Robin turned onto his side to look at you as you talked. “This is gonna sound really selfish, but I’m mad. I’m mad that you’re gone, I’m mad you left me on my own, it’s just not fair. Why’d you have to die, Robin?” Tears streamed down your face as you asked. 

Robin grabbed your hand and pressed a small kiss to the back of your palm. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

“Don’t be, I know it’s not your fault, I don’t know why I’m feeling like this,” you whimpered, squeezing his hand tighter. “How am I supposed to last a lifetime with this if I can barely last two days?” Robin said nothing, but snaked his arm over your stomach and pulled you into him, his chest now pressing against your back. There was that warmth you had been missing, You held tightly to his arm around your torso. 

“I’m not gonna be here in your dreams forever. Only for a little while, I think,” Robin said quietly. 

“Why? Why can’t you just stay forever?” You asked with a shaky voice, your tears audible. 

“I guess it’s just part of the process, you’re not gonna need me forever. I think when the time comes, you’ll be ready for me to go,. You won’t need me forever” he answered, his voice slightly unsure. 

“I think I’m always gonna need you,” you said, turning around to face him. “I can’t just let you go.”

“You can, and you will. I did really like our time together, for what it’s worth,” Robin smiled sadly. Your lip trembled and you pushed your face into Robin’s neck, trying to savor this moment while you could. “You’re gonna grow up, and this isn’t gonna feel so bad anymore. Have the life I can’t. I love you.”

The beeping of your alarm pulled you from Robin. You turned it off, lay back on your bed, and cried.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I love writing sad fics, partly cause I'm sad but also because I love emotional writing. I also just wanted to beef up Robin's section on my masterlist, so I started a draft for him a while back, which is why this isn't a request

Also, Tumblr was giving me so much shit while I was formatting this, shit just kept crashing so it's a minor miracle this got published