Something tragic happens unexpectedly. And she’s just minutes too late to help.

“So what are you after? Some kind of disaster?” One shot based on All Time Low’s song of the same title. [Post War Zutara]

She wanted to be kissed like she was fifteen again. Like they were chasing the end of the world, staring down death, and laughing in its face. Like they somehow had both nothing and everything to lose. Like she was the only certain thing left. [Zutara. Slow Burn. Post-War.] TW: Mentions of pregnancy loss and breech of consent.