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talkfastromance4 · 3 years ago

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Leave before you love me--sebastian stan oneshot

a/n: This scenario has been in my head since I heard this song. Might be a little on the rusty side as I haven’t written in a while and I’m trying to find the groove for writing for Sebastian!

Warnings: drinking mentions, party atmosphere, slight banter, a very lightly mentioned age gap (reader is 25) and he is his true age, heavy 80s inspired theme, angst, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.9k

Feedback is always welcomed and I’m trying to get in the groove still of writing him

Enjoy! 🙂

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The highway lights flash across his windshield as he zooms by on the road, they’re the last remaining stars in the sky. The bright yellow-orange sun is just about peeking above the horizon and he pushes on the gas, the small orange needle ticking closer to ninety.

His favorite 80’s playlist blares through his speakers and out of his windows, the techno beat of Sunglasses At Night reverberates through his sound system. The wild wind tousled his hair but it cools his body down and slowly takes away your warmth. He taps his thumb on the wheel as he curves with the bend, the lights up above flicker out one by one as he passes by.

Sebastian’s trying not to think about the red marks from your nails that still have a slight burn as he rubs against his driver’s seat. He tries to breathe in and out through the thin of his lips because he can still smell your perfume on his shirt.

He glances at the clock above his screen and he’s right on time which means you will be awakening soon. Sebastian is always consistent.

He rubs at the back of his neck trying not to think of your bare legs peeking out from your sheets, the only thing that covers your skin.

One more twist and the lights have all timed out and your name flashes across his screen, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He always sees you calling and it’s always at 5 a.m when he’s more than halfway away from you.

He’s consistent with his poor timing just as he is consistent with crawling back to you. He accelerates to 100 mph. The revving of the engine mimics his lasting hunger and desire for you but he swallows it down and ignores your call.

It’s not that he wants to leave you. No, it’s just that he can’t stay. There’s a difference. Right?

He pulls into a parking spot at a twenty-four hour diner, the open sign flickers intermittently. He doesn’t get out of the car until your name disappears and the bell jingles as he pulls on the door. There’s a small group of people in the corner huddled together that are still in their club outfits, make-up smeared under their tired eyes.

It reminds him of his own party days, he knows they haven’t slept. Sebastian nods to the woman at the u-shaped counter before he slides into a booth. The waitress approaches with a cup and a full pot of coffee.

“Sugar or creamer?” She asks popping her gum as she pours the steaming liquid in the bronze mug. She’s chewing strawberry gum.

“Neither, thanks,” he huffs.

“Breakfast?”

“Just the coffee,” he shakes his head and looks up at her. “Thanks.”

“Holler if you change your mind,” she nods then traipses her way towards the young group to refill their coffees.

Sebastian lifts the mug and blows carefully over the top of it, the steam rolls over the opposite lip before he takes a drink. The bitter taste feels good on his tongue and wakes him up slightly. He’s not far off from the party group across the way, he hasn’t slept since taking you to bed last night.

He knew beforehand that you’d be there and he kept promising himself that he wouldn’t take you home. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t be hooked by your eyes or your charm. He vowed to himself that he wouldn’t repeat this thing you two have.

It was a mutual friend of a friend that you both know hosting a party that was 80’s themed. On his way he made sure to play his 80’s playlist so he’d be in the right state of mind to participate. He didn’t really dress up too much, just some dark wash jeans and a leather jacket. A leather jacket you fashioned for him with your matching red lingerie set.

Sebastian repeats his promise, his swear, and his vow to himself as he crosses the threshold and is thrown into a swarm of 80’s dressed people. There’s wild hair and bright colors as he moves through the crowd towards the pool, that’s where the makeshift bar is stocked with alcohol.

He subconsciously looks at each face hoping he doesn’t see you--or does he?

Chris, as always, is the bartender whenever there’s a party. He claims it’s his calling at parties to make drinks and chat up new people.

“There’s my guy! Whisky or tequila tonight, buddy?” Chris holds up each bottle of alcohol respectively.

“How about rum and coke?”

Chris lifts his eyebrows in surprise but dutifully proceeds to mix the desired drink. Rum and coke goes down smoother and doesn’t leave him with a splitting headache the next morning or gut rot like tequila does.

It has no relation at all to you preferring rum. Absolutely not.

“Have you seen her yet?” Chris asks, handing his best friend the red plastic cup.

Sebastian finds humor in this, they’re all adults and can afford actual glasses for everyone, and yet they’re supplied with red solo cups like a college house party. He glances around and is pleased to see a beer pong table is set up near the shed where a group of people are playing and cheering.

“Nope. Have you?” He takes a ginger sip testing the taste. It’s mixed well so he swallows some more.

Chris folds his arms and shakes his head.

“No. But I know she’s invited so you two better behave.”

“I will,” Sebastian nods, “I’m going through a three step guide in my head. I’m all good.”

“Yeah? What’s the percentage of it working?”

There’s a collective shout of your name behind him and he cranes his neck to see you being lifted in the air by the mutual friend of a friend you two share. You’re at the beer pong table and apparently you made the winning shot.

Sebastian looks away before he can really get a good look at you in your outfit but the flash of your skin flickers in his mind. He meets Chris’ eyes.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

Sebastian does a good job of steering clear of you. His three step guide that he made up seems to be working but the more rum he drinks he gets them a little jumbled. He just took a shot with some guy he’s been talking to about cars when he feels a light tap on his shoulder.

“You’re supposed to dress up.”

He nearly chokes on his shot at the sound of your voice. Sebastian places the shot glass a little haphazardly on the table before turning around and he groans at the sight of you and Tom Jones’ voice is singing ‘She’s a Lady’ over the sound system.

You’re in high waisted jeans, a ruffled white bandeau and black suspenders that cling to your bare stomach. Your hair is styled in high volume and the lipstick you have on is so red he wonders if it tastes like cherries.

His eyes drink you in and land on your red nails that are placed on your waist, he takes in a deep breath before traveling back up to your eyes.

“I did dress up.”

“As who?” you scoff with a laugh taking in his own outfit. He notices how your eyes linger on the jacket.

“Leather jackets were very fashionable in the 80’s. The whole...rocker look,” he waves his hand off dismissively. “I should know.”

“You wore a lot of leather jackets as a toddler?” you snicker. “It was jean jackets and big hair.”

“And how would you know? You weren’t alive then,” he grins.

“I do my research,” you shrug. “And the 80's are coming back.”

“Well, who are you supposed to be?” he turns as you pull a can of Mike’s Hard Lemonade from a cooler, it’s strawberry lemonade. He holds his hand out expecting you to ask for help to pop it open but you open it yourself and toss the bottle cap onto the table.

“You’re joking, right?” you take a smooth chug of your drink.

“Are you portraying what a young woman in the 80’s would wear to a party?” he guesses taking in your outfit once more.

He promises not to...what was the first step again?

“I’m Kelly Kapowski,” you sigh with an eye roll then they widen at his vacant expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen Saved by the Bell?”

“I don’t watch much tv. Does she look half as good as you do in this outfit?” his eyes drift over you once more.

He swears he won’t….what was it that he swore he won’t do?

“She looks better actually.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he smirks and you shake your head. “How’ve you been? Sorry I left early that last time we were together. I had an appointment that I forgot--what’s so funny?”

You’re laughing at his ramblings of the last time you spent the night together and he left at 5 a.m before you even woke up.

“I know you’re an asshole, you don’t have to cover it up with excuses,” you snicker then pull the neck of a rum bottle up from behind the counter.

“I am an asshole, aren’t I?” he watches you pour the drink into two shot glasses.

“Yeah you are. Shall we cheer to that?” you lift up a shot glass to him.

“Sure,” he laughs.

You clink glasses then swallow the shot in one go. He watches you while he takes his and smiles at the way your body shivers from the pure rum, and he’s zeroed in on your lips as your tongue swipes up the remaining rum.

The night continues with you two playing beer pong and winning three times consecutively. You’re touching his arm and leaning on him while you banter with your opponents. He gets a little mesmerized when you hold your hand behind your back as you take your shots and how you toss your hair back before each throw.

When you swat at a ball, you bump the table and he catches you by the waist so you don’t topple to the grass. You’re both giggling and he feels how cold your skin is.

“You’re freezing,” he murmurs in your hair, his fingers rubbing against the goosebumps on your stomach.

“I’m pleasantly warm and drunk.”

“You have goosebumps.”

“That’s because you’re touching me.”

Your eyes meet but before either one of you could say something else, you’re being called back into the game.

Sebastian ends up making the winning throw and you exclaim in joy then jump into his arms from the excitement. He laughs and spins you around in victory.

“Woah! No spinning or I’ll throw up!” you shriek in laughter and he stops abruptly.

When you’re bored of playing the game you take his hand and drag him inside to the makeshift dance floor. Your bodies move together as Queen plays and Madonna. Then when ‘Hungry Eyes’ comes on, your bodies are flushed together.

You’re dancing on the edge about to take it too far than you both know you should. His hips move against yours in a way you know all too well and you’re looking at him with those damn eyes of yours. Your eyes always mess with his head. He stops his hips then cups the back of your neck pulling your lips to his.

You kiss him back and he’s shocked at the taste of strawberries and not cherries but it makes him kiss you with more fervor. Your fingers slip into his hair as you continue to kiss amongst the crowd. He feels his head clear as your lips move with his, your body pressed against every inch of his.

“Want to get out of here?” he mumbles in your ear and you nod.

He’s always so good at knowing when to leave the party and he doesn’t care who notices. It’s a known fact that you two show up separately but inevitably leave together. It’s a habit that never breaks.

Back at your place, you fumble with your keys as he kisses your neck and his fingers are teasing the lower part of your stomach. You crash through the door in a tangle of arms and legs. He kicks the door shut and captures your lips in the same movement.

He moves through your darkened apartment like so many times before and makes sure to watch for the door handle. He’s bumped his hip too many times in the past. You make quick work of yanking his jacket off just as he snaps your suspenders from the clips.

You gasp when he suckles on your neck, his hands hot and needy on your waist and stomach. He always remembers how much he misses you when you’re together like this again. When he wants to touch you in a certain spot you move your body so he can before he gets a chance to voice it. You’re never afraid to tell him to keep doing whatever it is he’s doing and the noises you make?

You unclasp the frilly white fabric and Sebastian is quick to cup your breasts in his hands and attach his mouth to one of them. You hum in response, carding your fingers through his hair as his tongue rolls and swirls over your bud in a tickling fashion that twists your stomach in knots.

You back up until you fall onto the bed together and he removes his clothes while you shimmy out of your jeans.

“Wait,” he stops your hands from pulling your panties down, his hands over yours. “Let me.”

You smile and let him take off your last article of clothing. He leaves open mouthed kisses up from the curve of your knee, up your thigh and stomach. His tongue leaves a trail between your breasts and you feel him against his thigh.

You moan and he takes himself in his hand, ready to guide himself inside you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you gasp breathlessly and he stops his movements quickly.

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick or need water?” he asks, cupping your cheek in his hand.

Your hand covers his, your eyes steady on him.

“I’m okay. I want this--you, always but…”

“What?”

“Promise you won’t leave tomorrow?”

Your request is simple and staring at you now he’ll fulfill anything you want. He nods and a faint bell of a promise rings in his ear. Was this what he was trying to remember earlier? The promise of not leaving you?

You lift your head connecting your lips and he swears he’ll keep this promise just as he sinks into you. Your moan is so sweet and you fit around him so perfectly it makes his body shiver slightly. Just like on the dancefloor, your bodies move rhythmically and the faster he moves the louder you get.

Your nails make large arcs in his back as you orgasm twice. You’re panting his name, your nails falling slack against his sweaty back.

“So good for me,” he pants, dragging your hands up above your head. He lifts his head from your shoulder to look at you. “Got one more for me, baby? Hm?”

“Mhm,” you nod, already feeling your stomach twist at his words.

“Yeah you do, you’re such a good girl for me,” his hips start to move at a quicker pace again. Your mouth opens in pleasure as he hits the right spot. “Always so good for me.”

He watches you come for a third time, your moan long and sweet and then you’re snatching his hair in your fingers. You bring his lips to yours frantically.

“I want you to come for me,” you whisper. “Wanna feel you.”

He groans at your words and licks into your mouth, thrusting as fast as he can chasing his own release. You moan along with him and then he pulls out and his body pulses. He tastes strawberries.

Sebastian has his face in his hands as he remembers the swear, promise, and vow he made to himself and the one he made you. He broke all four including two hearts. He’s doubled over in the allotted strikes.

After being together last night he cleaned you up and got you some aspirin and a glass of water. You rolled over and fell asleep in seconds and he stayed up the whole night forcing himself to stay. He stared at the ceiling chasing his thoughts and then when you rolled over cuddling into him he almost fell asleep.

When the birds started to chirp that’s when he slipped out from underneath you and put his clothes back on. He noticed the goosebumps on your legs and covered you up then kissed your forehead with a whispered, ‘I’m sorry.’

You deserve better than him and that’s why he leaves before you could love him. If he stays he’ll never want to leave and that’s dangerous for his heart and yours.

His phone buzzes again but this time it’s a text message from you.

Delete my number and if you see me at a party, don’t approach me. I’m so over this Seb. This is the last time you break my heart.

He should feel relief that this is the end, but he only feels worse. Why couldn’t he just stay?

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lets-just-daydream · 4 years ago

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Hiiii! I'm so so so sorry if you have a lot on your inbox, but I know you'll write this whenever you find the time! So please! Can I request a collage a!u where Hanzo&fem reader are like enemies? She is top of the class and of course Sojiro wants Hanzo to be top of the class, so Hanzo and reader always fight for the top spot, he gets really annoyed by her presence or whatever, but he secretly has a crush on her? And she has a crush on him as well so win win? I'm sorry I just want pure fluff!❤️

hhhhhhhhhh enemies to lovers is my KINK lmao. Thanks so much for your request!

Sidenote: I apologise for my absence - life's been super busy; ya girl just bought her first house so it's all been pretty wild moving in and unpacking, I've also been working on some Jojo character x character stuff which I never thought I'd do but I'm LOVING it. Anyway, enough about me!

There he goes again, walking around like he owns the school. He acted like he was the top of every class but you knew he wasn't - because you were top of every class! And you knew it drove him nuts; Hanzo Shimada. He was perfect in just about every single way. He was athletic, smart, good-looking and had great social skills.

In spite of all of this, you hated his guts and he hated yours. Who could blame you? You always vied for the top spot and you always came out ahead. Much to his chagrin.

You had tried many times to befriend him and every attempt was shot down with a "you're already acing every class, why do you need my help? Go away." So you gave up and continued your solo studies.

That was until one day, you sat in the library, studying for an upcoming exam. It was a really tough one even you had to admit and you were racking your brain trying to retain all of the information you needed.

You groaned in frustration and pulled at your hair. "This is impossible."

"Well, struggling are we? A rare sight to behold," Hanzo's smug voice came from nearby.

You looked up to see Hanzo entering the library and finding a seat nearby, setting up to study.

"What's it to you?" You shot back. "I'd like to see how you go with this stuff," you challenged.

Hanzo said nothing, only exhaling a 'hmph,' as he set up his things to study. You noticed how his brow furrowed when he came across a particularly difficult question and how his lips drew into a thin line when he was scribbling notes down. You figured it would be kind of cute if he wasn't such an asshole.

You tried to go back to your studies but you struggled to focus. You bit your lip and looked up at Hanzo, about to ask a question when you noticed he was already looking at you. At the sudden eye contact, Hanzo blushed and looked down at his study materials again, averting his gaze.

'Oh?' You pondered, wondering what his deal was.

"Hey, Hanzo…" you tested, certain that he was just going to ignore you.

"What?"

"What did you get for question five? I'm not convinced I got it right…" you asked, wondering if maybe this time in this circumstance, he might be open to being study buddies.

Hanzo glared at you for a moment before standing up and walking over to you, peering over your shoulder.

"Ah… my answer is completely different. How did you get this answer?" He asked.

"Umm," you hesitated before explaining your logic.

Hanzo listened intently as you explained how you arrived at the answer, mentally correcting you every time you got something wrong.

"I see," he finally hummed. "Well, it seems you might benefit from some help," Hanzo said with a smirk.

"If this is just you being an ass to me again…"

"It's not!" Hanzo said quickly, rounding up his stuff and setting up to sit next to you.

As he took the seat next to you, his leg brushed against yours and butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the brief contact.

"Let's work on this together. As much as my pride screams at me not to help you, I'm struggling too," Hanzo explained.

"I don't understand why you'd help me…" you hesitated, not sure what his deal was. His switch in attitude almost gave you whiplash.

"I…" Hanzo started, gulping before continuing. "Never mind, it isn't important. Shall we begin?"

You both worked from the same book, doing separate questions before turning back to each other to compare your notes and answers. After working on the problems together, you thought Hanzo seemed… kinda nice. You were enjoying his company and the mood had shifted as you bantered together.

"You know," you said with a chuckle. "I always thought you were kind of a dick… but you're actually pretty cool."

"Excuse me?"

You rolled your eyes and stared at him. "Oh come on. You've always been so mean to me! But today you're being nice… which is nice," you said with a shaky breath.

"O-oh," Hanzo stammered.

You were enjoying his company? This was an unexpected but nice change of pace.

"You okay?" You asked, your attention now solely Hanzo as you ignored your books and turned to face him.

"I'm fine," Hanzo said, glancing at you while he was working through his sheets.

You noticed the slight blush on his cheeks as he felt your gaze on him.

"Are you sure there's nothing on your mind?" You quizzed, teasing him. You knew something was up.

"I… I like you! Okay? Now drop it," he stewed, still not quite meeting your gaze.

That was unexpected.

"Oh," was all you said, your heart hammering in your chest.

Hanzo took this entirely the wrong way and stood to leave, gathering his things. "I shouldn't have said anything, my apologies."

"No, wait!" You said quickly, grabbing his wrist.

Hanzo looked at you questioningly, an eyebrow raised as he looked at your hand wrapped around his wrist.

"You don't have to leave," you breathed.

All Hanzo could focus on was the sound of his heart beating in his ears and your touch on his skin.

"Stay with me," you continued, rubbing his skin gently with your thumb. "Please."

Hanzo resumed his seat, tentatively taking your hand in his. "How could I refuse such a request from you?"

"I prefer you being nice to me than mean to me," you said with a shaky laugh, staring into his eyes.

"Me too," Hanzo replies with a rare smile. "Would you like to get some lunch together?"

"How could I refuse such a request?" You parroted back, sharing a laugh together.

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jounetsunosymphonia · 4 years ago

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Nocturnality (Mankai Stage Winter 2020 translation)

translation for the stage version of winter’s third play! song can be found in full here.

ALRIGHT FOLKS IT’S THE GAY PEOPLE. HERE WE GO. a lot of it is actually like...silent? you can hear it in the soundtrack ver that it’s just inst with some occasional sound effects and i’ll write in what’s happening, but i just think it’s interesting that that’s how they decided to go about showing things for noct. i mean, it makes sense. show not tell amirite.

cast list

Yukishiro Azuma (Ueda Kandai) as Kuto Reo Takato Tasuku (Kitazono Ryo) as Seo Kota Mikage Hisoka (Ueda Keisuke) as Franz Arisugawa Homare (Tanaka Ryousei) as Nonomiya Tsukioka Tsumugi (Aramaki Yoshihiko) as Izumi Ryohei

(the curtain rises. kota is going about his business, reading and sleeping on the couch in the foreground, going to work at his office. in the background, reo drinks from an unsuspecting passerby, but is accosted by a vampire hunter in white. franz shows up to have a knife fight with the vampire hunter, but reo is injured, and falls into kota’s arms as he’s walking home.)

Kota: Hey!

Reo: Help...me...

Reo: Good morning. You were a great help yesterday.

Kota: Did you make this?

Reo: It’s just from what was in the fridge, so it’s nothing special, but I wanted to give you something as thanks for letting me stay the night.

Kota: Amazing. What are you, a wife?

Reo: I’ve lived this long, but I think this is the first time someone’s called me a wife.

(kota takes a bite of the sandwich reo made him, but the funny part is that bc of the face shield requirement, it doesn’t make it to his mouth. the poor man can’t eat his wife’s cooking. rest in pieces.)

Kota: It’s good! I’m Seo Kota. And you are?

Reo: Reo...Kuto Reo.

Kota: Reo. If you don’t have anywhere else to go, you can stay here for a while.

Reo: You’d let a man you don’t even know stay in your house?

Kota: Eh, well...my room’s nice and clean...and this is delicious. If you stay, it’ll be a big help for me too.

Reo: You’re really trusting, aren’t you. Well, I’ll be in your care, then.

Kota: Aren’t you going to eat?

Reo: I eat at irregular times. Don’t mind me, just eat.

[winter telepathy time part 1] Azuma: (Just as I’d expect from you. You’re really giving off this feeling of helplessness that’s nothing like how you are normally.)

Tasuku: (The version of me that always seems strong might be the one that’s acting, though.)

Azuma: (You can say something like that without hesitation...you’re an adult, so you are strong.)

Tasuku: (Because we’ve got these members...let’s take this to the very end, in a delicate way fitting for Winter.)

Azuma: (Yes, let’s.)

Kota: I’m off.

Reo: Take care.

Kota: So you’re just going to send me out. Yesterday...you asked me for help...

Reo: I’m sorry...

Izumi: Oh, do you live here? I just moved in, I’m Izumi.

Kota: I’m Seo. Nice to meet you.

Izumi: You’re on your way to work, right? Sorry for stopping you.

Kota: No, it’s alright. If you ever have any problems, please let me know.

Nonomiya: Hey, I heard. You picked someone up off the street? That’s way too suspicious. This isn’t an afternoon drama or a manga for middle-aged ladies.

Kota: Give me a break. Reo’s a good guy. And he can cook.

Nonomiya: (sigh.) If you say stuff like that it’s only gonna hurt you.

[winter telepathy time part 2] Homare: (Well, well, how is it? My acting as an office worker.)

Tasuku: (Honestly, I’m surprised. You can even do a role like this smoothly now, huh.)

Homare: (An outstanding artist can excel in anything they do.)

Tasuku: (How reliable.)

Homare: (Now, continue as you like. The rest of us shall support you.)

(kota goes home. he and reo spend time talking together until he seems to get tired, when reo helps him over to the bed.)

Reo Saying that I’m sorry Might not be fair I’m eating away at your life And yet I wonder why Even though I want your blood, I don’t want it

(and then reo dramatically leans over kota and just, Bite)

Kota: Sorry about last night.

Reo: ...what for?

Kota: I’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately. I must be noisy in my sleep.

Reo: No, you’ve been sleeping quietly.

Kota: That’s good, then.

Reo: Rather than worry about someone else, you should look after yourself...

Kota: Huh?

Reo: Nothing. Are you feeling well? Can you go to work?

Kota: Yeah. I had some of your cooking, so I’m fine. I’m off.

Izumi: Good morning.

Kota: Good morning.

Izumi: Ah, Seo-san. Are you off on weekdays as well? I’ve been hearing noises from next door in the middle of the day, so...

Kota: Oh, no. I just have a friend over.

Izumi: Is that so...a friend. (i love this part bc when he says ““ah. a friend.”” he goes from being nice gentle neighbour to “were it not for the fact that you were a human i would have murdered you where you stand” in like zero seconds, thanks mackey)

[winter telepathy time part 3] Tasuku: (How is everyone, Tsumugi?)

Tsumugi: (To put it simply, I’ve got respect for them. No matter how minute an action is, they can return it, and everyone’s acting is so varied, it’s interesting.)

Tasuku: (Jeez, you’re the one who does that the most and you’re going to say it?)

Tsumugi: (We...started acting so that one day we’d meet Winter, didn’t we.)

Tasuku: (...we did.)

Nonomiya: Oi, Seo. You look terrible.

Kota: I just didn’t get any sleep, I guess.

Nonomiya: It’s not just today. You’ve been like this the whole week. That’s when you met that freeloader, right? Something’s just off about him.

Kota: I told you, it’s not Reo’s fault.

Nonomiya: No, he’s too suspicious. I’m coming with you.

Franz: Well, you’ve found a nice place to lay your head, haven’t you? Care to share it with me?

Reo: It’s not like that. Don’t interfere.

Franz: Ah, how cold! Isn’t that a part of our relationship?

Reo: If that’s all you wanted from me, then leave, Franz.

Franz I don’t know what it is you’ve become so infatuated with But we cannot—

Reo I know, the sun’s light is too strong ...and yet, I’ll end up longing for it anyway

Franz Hatred of the dark—

Reo I can’t help but wish—

Franz —is humanity’s weakness

Reo —that we’d be able to live alongside each other

Kota: Eh? Reo...who’s that?

Nonomiya: Wait, that’s who you picked up? I knew it, he’s definitely suspicious!

Kota: I told you, he isn’t like that. Hey, Reo!

(i just wanna point out here it’s so funny he goes from :( at nono to the gentlest voice calling out to reo, and nonomiya just loOKS SO PISSED LIKE . HUH? WHAT ARE YOU BEING SOFT AT HIM FOR. HEY.)

Reo: Kota...

Franz: Is that him? Well, he does have a good physique... (franz licks his fangs i hate it so much u all need to know this)

Reo: Franz, let’s go somewhere else.

Nonomiya: They ran off! Those guys are probably part of some criminal organisation or something, right?!

Kota: That’s enough, Nonomiya! But...why did he ignore me...?

Kota Letting you stay in my home Might be unfair

Kota, Reo I’m getting used to having you around You’re a man I just met, only by coincidence But I always want to be with you

Franz: You haven’t been drinking blood much, have you?

Reo: Since I’m staying in his home, I can’t bring myself to drink from him properly.

Franz: Is that not the entire point of this human? Just hurry up and drink already, you’ll die.

Reo: That’s what I wanted to do at first.

Kota: Why did you just run away without saying anything...Reo...

Franz: Our pursuers are closing in on this neighbourhood. That’s what I came here to tell you.

Reo: Thank you.

Franz: Have you no intention of leaving that house? Surely, at this point—

Reo: It’s fine. It’ll be fine.

(kota is asleep on the floor by the couch by the time reo gets back home and thEY ARE LITERALLY SITTING LIKE THE DAMN POSTER HOLDING HANDS AS REO SINGS THE NEXT PART)

Reo Even if it isn’t fair for me to apologise I need to tell you I’m glad I met you So I’ll leave it til the end I want your blood I want it more than anyone else

Reo: You’ve been such a great help. I didn’t mean to stay for so long, but I got too comfortable.

Kota: There’s no need for you to leave so soon, since it’s easier on me too, anyway.

Reo: That’s not why I’m leaving.

Kota: Have you found a place to stay?

Reo: Kind of. Kota...thank you.

Kota: Oh, Izumi-san. Good morning.

Reo: You...!

Izumi: So you’re moving out? Well, here’s a going-away present.

Reo: Kota, get back! (izumi runs him right through with a sword. a whole sword.)

Kota: Izumi-san?

Izumi: What a shame. It’s only been a little while, but we were neighbours too! (he twists the sword while it’s still in reo, he’s a terrible man and i love him)

Kota: What are you doing?!

(some very excellent sword swinging and mad cackling from izumisan while reo is suffering and falls to the ground. thank you mackey.)

Izumi: Filthy creature of the night. Thou shalt be eradicated in the name of my blood pact!

(kota runs in front of reo.)

Izumi: Out of the way. I’ll kill you as well.

Reo: Stop! Kota has nothing to do with this!

Izumi: Ha! The two of you are friendly, aren’t you. Even though humans are nothing more than meals to your kind.

Kota: Meals...? What are you talking about?

Izumi: He’s a vampire. Humans’ enemy.

Kota: Vampire? Reo would never...! (he backs away from reo for a bit)

Reo: Kota...

Izumi: Now, hand him over.

(kota goes back to reo and protectively puts his arms around him.)

Izumi: Ah, so you’ve debased yourself to the level of an underling of blood. No matter. I’ll send you both off.

(franz jumps from the steps, fending off izumi’s sword with his two entire knives i love stage ver. he even twirls a knife as he talks.)

Franz: Oh, my. I thought I’d join in myself, but it looks like I’ve drawn the short end of the stick. Well, it can’t be helped. I’ll give you a hand.

Izumi: Accursed vampire...

(EXTREMELY GOOD SWORD + KNIFE FIGHT IT’S GOOD THAT’S ALL I CAN TELL YOU THEY’RE EXCELLENT I LOVE THEM)

[winter telepathy time part 4] Tsumugi: (This is amazing, Hisoka-kun. Your movements are far more polished than they were during rehearsals.)

Hisoka: (I don’t even need to think, my body’s just moving on its own. I don’t know why, though.)

Tsumugi: (Maybe it has something to do with your past.)

Hisoka: (I want to face them too...like Azuma...my memories...)

(THIS ENTIRE TIME THEY ARE STILL AGGRESSIVELY KNIFE FIGHTING EVEN WHILE THEY’RE HAVING THIS INTERNAL CONVERSATION I LOSE MY SHIT EVERY TIME)

(franz disarms izumi and kicks him in the face.)

Franz: Want to keep going?

Izumi: Humanity will not yield to your kind. The white blade shall invariably pass judgement upon you! (he runs away like a little bitch but at least he got a real fight this time)

Kota: Reo! Reo!!

Franz: Can you leave him to me?

Kota: But...

Franz: Worry not. He and I are the same.

Kota: ...Fine. Please take care of him.

Franz: There’s a good boy.

Kota There’s no need for you to apologise I’ll give you my blood So please, please Live I don’t want to lose you

(IN AT LEAST ONE OF THE LIVE VERSIONS HE SOUNDS LIKE HE’S STARTING TO CRY AS HE’S SINGING THE LAST LINE. WHAT EVEN IS STAGE NOCT)

Reo: Where’s Kota...?

Franz: He’s fine. You don’t expect me to ask him to share some of his blood, do you?

Reo: ...thank you, Franz.

Franz: Since you’ve been found out, you can’t stay here any longer. The next one will be coming along soon.

Reo: What have we done wrong? We only live a little longer than regular humans.

Franz: Anything unorthodox must be eliminated. That’s how humanity is.

Kota: Reo!

Reo: This is goodbye, Kota. I’m glad I met you.

Kota: I understand what’s going on now. There’s no need for you to leave!

Reo: Humans like you make even this mundane life worth living.

Kota: Are you just going to live alone like this again?

Reo: This is the fate of my kind.

Kota: ...then, take me with you. (this idiot is really out here on the ground opening his fucking collar i’m sorry i can’t take it here i’m lsoing my shit)

Reo: What...?

Kota: I’m saying I’ll keep you company. I’ll do anything, I’ll even become a vampire!

[winter telepathy time part 5] Azuma: (This distance that we haven’t...that we couldn’t break through until now...after bravely taking a step forward, I feel like we’ve become more connected to each other than ever before.)

Reo: ...Thank you, Kota. Just hearing you say that, I...

aaaand it goes into shoutai here. as always from the wiki

Reo, Kota The truth is I want to bite sweetly into the nape of your neck, and play with the red blood that flows forth Though my instincts may howl for release, I have kept them held back deep inside me If I hated you any more than I do, I would have long taken everything from you To the point that my throat runs dry, my heart has thirsted for it Listening to the tender echo of your sleeping breaths I have begun to learn what it means to fear loneliness

Reo Laughing at myself for letting a human grow on me I walk out into the depths of darkness all alone

(here i genuinely think that reo doesn’t actually bite kota again like he does in the original? like, he just kinda knocks him out and leaves his coat over him like a blanket. which makes me ??!?!!?? like...it feels like it’s really driving home the whole idea that reo doesn’t want to hurt him any more than he already has and i’m bbbhgbhhhb ok)

Reo: Good night, and sweet dreams...

Nonomiya: Hey. Hey! Are you alive? Seo-chan?! (SEO-CHAN????????????)

Kota: ...h.

Nonomiya: What, you just overslept? You had me worried since you didn’t show up to work.

Kota: (running around the room) Where’s Reo?

Nonomiya: Reo? (picks up the jacket on the floor) What’s this?

Kota: (clutching the jacket in tears) He...left me behind... (HE STARTS SOBBING ON THE FLOOR)

Nonomiya: Are you okay...? Hey...

(while kota is sobbing on the floor you can see reo at the top part of the stage staring forlornly at the whole thing. i hate it here so much)

Kota: That idiot...

(it’s in the actual show, i don’t know why it’s not included in the soundtrack? ig bc it’s like...an adlib in-universe but so is sagishima’s thing about being fond of shiki and that’s on the soundtrack. idk man. thanks for reading the vampire gays.)

#mankai stage #winter 2020 #winter troupe #yukishiro azuma #takato tasuku #mikage hisoka #arisugawa homare #tsukioka tsumugi #ueda kandai #kitazono ryo #ueda keisuke #tanaka ryousei #aramaki yoshihiko #november translations #normally the plays end with the play songs so i can just end it at the lyrics without saying anything #but noct doesn't so i just...oops #a3

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x-lilacgalacticfox-x · 4 years ago

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The Newbie And The Trickster (FrostSpider)

Peter's POV

Tony was still trying to make me join the Avengers, but I'm still going to deny him. However, he had a plan to 'convince me', as he put it. He was putting it into action right now, by taking me to the Avengers Facility to meet the other members.

Tony was blasting AC/DC through the car's speakers. He's singing along, and I'm stifling my laughs, while turning away to look out the window of the car.

"What are you laughing at?" Tony asks me, shouting over the music. I turn around, to see him smiling over at me. I shout back to him, "Noth-" "Wait a second, I'm going to turn the music down!" Tony shouts, turning the music down. "That's better. Now, what were you saying, kid?" "I was just laughing at something I remembered..." I lied, so I wouldn't hurt Tony's feelings.

Only a few minutes later, which had consisted of us talking about science, we arrived at the Avengers Facility.

Tony pulled up into the garage, and we got out. I stood to the side of the road watching Tony. He then pressed a button on his keys, which made Friday drive his car into the garage and to his parking space.

Tony walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder, guiding me towards the Avengers Facility. We talk, but I know that Tony is just trying to distract me from what's about to happen.

We walk through the pristine white corridors, Tony still holding my shoulder. As we got closer to a room, which had voices coming from inside, I begin to tense up. Tony notices, as he stops and turns me around to look at him.

He smiles and says encouragingly, "You'll do great, kid. They'll love you." "Thanks," I reply, smiling.

That's what I'm worried about... I think to myself, as I really didn't want other people trying to get me to join, as well.

He pats my back, and we begin to walk towards the door. Every step I took, the more I dreaded getting in the car with Mr. Stark.

Tony opens the door to the room, and the whole room goes quiet. Tony pushes me in. I wasn't ready for it, so I stubbled in, tripping over my own feet.

I hear a scoff, at my clumsiness, and then the sound of a smack to the back of the head. There was then someone who mumbled complaints to their attacker. I look up to see Thor with another man stood next to him.

The man had raven black hair, and green eyes. He was wearing a black suit, with a bright green tie. His head was facing Thor, and he had an annoyed expression on his face. He had clearly been the man who had scoffed at me, and Thor had smacked him.

"Ignore him, Peter," Thor says, looking over to me and smiling sadly. "My brother has unusual views on humans. It isn't personal." "O-ok, Mr. Odinson," I stumble out.

I still wasn't sure who this man was, I didn't even know Thor had a brother until now. I couldn't help but look back at the man, whose name I still didn't know.

Tony then introduced me to everyone, and everyone to me. Everyone was very different from each other, but you could tell that they all got along well still.

I seemed to get along well with Steve, Natasha and Thor, and Mr. Stark of course. However, Bucky had opened up to me as well, he seems to really like me for some reason. Maybe I remind him of someone. Steve had already explained to me what had happened to Bucky, and I sympathised with him, I felt so bad.

Me and Bucky were talking, when I saw Thor's brother looking over at me. He was glaring at me. No, scratch that, he was glaring at Bucky. But when he saw me watching him, he quickly turned away to talk with Thor again. I think nothing of it, and continue talking to Bucky.

~Half an hour earlier earlier~

Loki's POV

My big oaf of a brother has taken me back to the disgusting planet Midgard, to go to a meeting with the Avengers.

"I'm not going," I grumble to Thor. "You must," Thor explains with a smile on his goofy face. "They have specifically asked for your attendance." I roll my eyes and say, "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you..."

~On Midgard~

Thor and I walk into the living room of the facility, which was filled with the insolent beings that call themselves 'The Avengers'.

"Ah, there you both are," Steve says happily, looking over at us. "I was beginning to think that you weren't coming." "What is it that you wanted us for?" My brute of a brother asks. "There is a new member of the team that we want you both to meet," he explains. "Well, who we want to join us, anyway..." "And who may the mewling quim be this time?" I ask, rolling my eyes at the annoying situation I am in, once again.

Everyone either gasps or glares at me. They all then begin to shout at me and tell me off. I just block them out and try to think of who it could be that they want on the team.

All of a sudden the door opens, and everyone goes silent. Suddenly a young man stubble into the room, tripping over his own feet. I scoff at the sight, but my idiotic brother hits me across the back of my head. I glare at him, and we begin to argue with each other.

Thor then looks at the young man, and days while smiling happily, "Ignore him, Peter. My brother has unusual views on humans, it isn't personal." "O-ok, Mr. Odinson," he says, stubbing over his words.

Tony then began introducing him to everyone, except me, which I understand as I had been quite rude to the poor boy. After the introductions, Peter then continued to talk to Bucky. I took this time to look over at the boy.

Peter has messy light brown hair, and chocolate coloured eyes. He wore a dark blue goodie, with a white shirt (about science) underneath it. He had dirty trainers on, which I'm sure Tony will really appreciate when he finds out that the boy has brought mud into the living room.

To be honest, the boy is rather cute. I don't know why, but I can feel a connection to this small midguardian. I feel very protective of him.

If anything happened to him, I think to myself. I would kill whoever hurt my precio-. Wait, what?!

I look at Bucky, and I see that he's looking at Peter with love and lust in his eyes. I begin to glare at him, but he can't see me as his back to me. Peter then sees me glaring, and I quickly turn around, towards Thor.

Thor looks at me questionably, then asks me, "Why is your face red, brother? Are you unwell?" "U-um..." I mumble. "N-not exactly..." Thor gasps and shout, rather loudly, "Does my brother have a crush?!" My eyes widen I yell at him, "Shut up you insolent fool!"

Everyone looks over to us, staring at me and looking confused at Thor, not knowing what to think about the situation. Peter look over at me with sympathy, which causes me to break. I storm out of the room and down the corridor, away from those idiotic Avengers.

I walk into an empty bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I look around the room, to see it only has a bed and a wardrobe inside. I then spot a door. It doesn't lead to the corridor, as that one is behind me, so I get curious and walk towards it.

I push it open to find a quaint little balcony. I close the door behind me and I walk up to the fencing, which I lean on, not bothering about the coldness of the metal.

I hear the door open, so I say rudely, "Leave me alone brother. I do not want to talk to you, as you have caused this situation for me." "Oh. Um, sorry Mr. Thor's brother, but I'm Peter..." the teenage boy replies, walking over to stand beside me.

I sigh and I look up at him. I stand up straight and hold my hand out for him to shake.

"Loki." "W-what?" "My name is Loki, you idiotic child." "R-right... W-well, actually I'm, um, 16. But it's nice to meet you, Mr. Loki"

He shakes my hand and he smiled at me, with no unpleasantness, only happiness in his eyes. As if he was happy to meet me, Loki, the man who tried to take over New York.

I smile and blush slightly, saying, "It's nice to meet you too."

~Time skip~

3rd POV

The Avengers had finally convinced Peter to join, but what they didn't know is that a certain God had been the one to make him want to join.

Peter was currently moving into the tower and he was swearing under his breath at himself, for bringing so much stuff.

"What's wrong Peter?" Loki asks, appearing right next to Peter on the stairs. "Ah!" Peter shouts, slipping on the stairs. Luckily Loki notices in time and catches him. The God then teleports them to the top of the stairs. Peter looks up at Loki and blushes, as Loki was holding him around the waist. "T-thank you Mr. Loki..." "No problem, Peter. And just call me Loki, no need to be formal with me." Loki replies, blushing slightly too, realising how they are positioned. He lets go of Peter and teleports the rest of his stuff to his new room. "OK, Mister- I mean, Loki!" "I should get going then." "Wait!" "Yes, Peter?" "Why don't we go into the living room and watch a movie together? We can get to know each other better, too." "I like the sound of that."

Loki walks towards the living room, Peter in tow. On their way, they talk and laugh with each other. Peter telling Loki about being Spiderman, and Loki telling Peter about how beautiful Asgard is.

As they enter the living room, Loki teleports onto the largest, softest sofa, and he pats the seat next to him. Peter laughs and walks over, sitting next to the Demi-God.

"What shall we watch?" Loki asks Peter. "Um... Well, have you seen Star Wars?" Peter asks, getting excited and looking up at his friend. "No I have not. And it seems that you must really like this one, as your getting very excited," Loki explains smiling at him. "We shall watch it. But I'm blaming you if it is bad." "Don't worry," Peter explains, looking profoundly at Loki. "You won't."

The spiderling jumps up from the sofa, and he puts Star Wars on the TV, so he can make Loki aware of his favourite fandom.

He wanted to watch this because he loves it so much, but also because he feels like they can both talk about it, so they have something in common. Peter didn't really know what they had in common, so he thought this would be the perfect thing for them to talk about later.

The film starts, and Peter sits back in his seat, next to Loki, who dims the lights, so it's more aesthetic. Loki gets an idea, and he yawns, sliding his arm above his head, and then behind Peter's. Peter knows what he's doing and isn't bothered, so he just snuggles closer to the unsuspecting God.

Halfway through the film, Loki can hear soft sleeping noises. He looks at his side, to find Peter fast asleep, with his head rested on Loki's shoulder. Loki can't help but smile. He doesn't know what it is, but he has a feeling like he is being pulled closer to to boy every time he is near him.

Later into the film, Loki senses someone staring at him, so he looks towards the kitchen to see the Avengers staring at him and Peter.

"It is rude to stare," Loki growls quietly at the group, trying not to wake his sleeping Prince. "What. The. Hell. Loki?!" Tony shouts, making Peter wake and jump at the sudden loud noise. "W-what's happening?" Peter exclaims, grabbing Loki's arm for comfort.

Everyone looks surprised at his actions towards the once 'evil villain'. Peter sees the group of Avengers, and hides his head in Loki's shoulder. Loki glares at the group, and mouths, 'Now you've done it, Tin Man!'

Loki teleports both himself and the boy, currently still hiding his head in the God of Mischief's arm, into the Spiderling room. Peter looks around and realises that they are sat on his bed.

Peter looks up at the distraught man beside him. He grabs his hand, and asks, "What's got you so upset?" "I thought that I had shown them that I had changed. That I was trustworthy," Loki explains, tears in his eyes. Loki had never got teary in front of someone before (apart from his mother), especially a Midgardian. "Hey, it's OK," Peter says, getting exasperated at his friends new emotions. "I'm sure they trust you. They probably weren't expecting us to be so close already."

Loki looks at the teen boy, who smiles sadly at him, with tears pickling his eyes too. Loki looks at his lips, then quickly looks back up to his eyes, not wanting to get caught in the act.

"Aww," Peter says, with pink blush dusted across his face. "W-what? I didn't do anything..." Loki says, looking the other way, puffing his cheeks out, making him look like an upset child.

Peter frowns, then places his hand on Loki's face. He turns the man's face to look him in the eyes. Peter smiles at him, and cups Loki's cheek softly, not wanting to scare him away. Loki immediately starts to fiddle with his Cape, and trying to avoid eye contact.

Peter clicks his tongue in annoyance, removing his hand from Loki's cheek. Loki looks the opposite way, using this to his advantage.

Just before he could move, Peter places his hand between Loki's legs, and the other behind him on the bed. He leans closer and closer. Loki looks at Peter, alarm in his eyes, but a bright blush flushing his face.

Peter and Loki begin to slowly get closer and closer to each other, then something in Loki snaps. He quickly connects their lips, passionately kissing his spidey-prince. Peter moves his hands, and leans back slightly, so they are leaning evenly (so his back doesn't hurt).

Loki stops the kiss, then pushes Peter onto the bed. He gives Peter a flirty smirk, which makes Peter's blush get brighter. Peter pulls on Loki's collar, and they continue to kiss. Peter was lying down on his bed, Loki on top of him, with his legs in between his Prince's.

Loki stops the kiss and Peter looks at him weirdly, and asks, "What are you doing?" "I want to ask you something first..." "OK... What is it?" "Will you be my boyfriend, Peter?" Peter's blush immediately gets bigger (if that's even possible), and he replies, "Omg, yes!"

They go in for another kiss, when the door suddenly bursts open. Both of them look at the door to find Tony, Thor and Steve at the door. Steve has a massive blush on his face (like the precious potato he is), not knowing how to react to this. Thor smiling happily at his Brothers happiness, as well as knowing that Peter would be good for him. Then there was Tony, who didn't know if he should be disgusted or happy for his 'son'.

Peter begins to laugh historically at the situation, Loki joining in soon after. Loki rolls off him and they stand up, off the bed. Loki teleports next to his new boyfriend, and they hold hand, giving each other a peck on the lips before waking out of the room, as if nothing ever happened.

#SpiderFrost #FrostSpider #PeterxLoki #PeterParker #Loki Laufeyson #Oneshot #Romace #Peter being a bi disaster #loki is a mess #loki is genderfluid #Loki is Fluid #GAY

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akaluan · 4 years ago

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Kaito/Ishida/Ichigo/Orihime/Chad/Tatsuki: Platonic Soulmate AU & Curses

It’s barely a month after being named Kaito that he notices it. Fresh from a shower and just barely comfortable with his new looks, he pauses to glance at maybe-himself and—

Leans forward, staring into the mirror — into the face of an almost-stranger — and carefully brushes a thumb across his collarbones. Just to see. Just to make sure…

(His soulmark has changed.)

(He’d only just accepted it before everything happened, and now… now…)

(It’s different, strange like the face that meets his gaze, strange like the buzz of Hollow reiatsu under his skin, strange like the name he has to accept—)

He swallows. Runs a thumb over the prominent orange-blue-white-black feather that curves along his collarbones. Brushes his fingers over the five colorful feathers that trail down his sternum. Wets dried lips and tries to rationalize, tries to understand…

(*For us,*) Ichigo murmurs as Kaito rubs at the feather along his collarbones again. (*I think.*)

(*For all of us,*) Kaito agrees after a moment, tracing the orange-and-blue banding thoughtfully. (*Is this… common amongst Shinigami?*)

(*I… I don’t know. I… Rukia never mentioned it, and I never asked,*) Ichigo admits ruefully. (*But I always had a small tricolor mark near to our group’s mark, which got bigger as I started interacting with Zangetsu more. I just… assumed that Shinigami didn’t speak of it much, or that it was one of those… things. You know, something that everyone obviously knows, so there’s no need to talk about it.*)

Kaito hums in agreement, then flattens his palm over the other five feathers, hiding them from sight. (*These though… I… can’t. I’m not… I only just accepted you and now… now I’m getting shoved into an entirely different group?! I’d… I’d rather have only our new mark than this!*)

Ichigo presses closer, strength-confidence-reassurance, and says, (*That’s alright. You don’t have to push yourself. Maybe Hat’n’Clogs has an answer?*)

The idea has merit. Urahara had provided him with an entirely new look already, so… maybe hiding soulmarks isn’t too strange an ask.

Kaito glances one last time at the almost-stranger with their entirely strange soulmarks and nods sharply.

He’ll ask.

*******

“Pardon?” Urahara asks, eyes wide and fan dangling from his fingers.

“Can you hide soulmarks?” Kaito repeats, barely remembering to meet the man’s eyes as he asks.

(This… this isn’t done.)

(No one purposely hides their soulmarks.)

(But he can’t… he can’t…)

(These aren’t his marks…)

“Maa, you know these things have a way of getting out, right…?” Urahara asks gently, even as he gestures for Kaito to follow him. “A bit of trial and error and I can hide almost anything, but soulmarks… those aren’t stable. The more you try to hide them—”

“I know!” Kaito snaps, then flinches and looks away, breathing through the flash of panic-fury-hate until he has himself under control again. “I know,” he repeats, running a hand through his hair. “But I… my marks are gone. I don’t… I don’t want these. If… if they’re for who I suspect they are, I just… I can’t. I can’t, Urahara-san, because they’re just… they’re not my people! And who ever heard of… of being your own damn soulmate?!”

Urahara’s hand settles on his shoulder, warm-firm-grounding. “I understand,” he murmurs. “And I’ll do my best. But you’ll have to come to me the moment to notice a hint of color showing through, so I can adjust it again.”

“I will, I promise.” Kaito hesitates a moment, then tugs open the kimono he’d thrown on and brushes a finger across the prominent mark on his collarbones. “This one stays, if possible.”

“Alright, I can do that. Shall we?”

Kaito nods. Steps through the door of Urahara’s lab.

Hides himself from his soulmates.

(Victory tastes like ash.)

(But that’s fine.)

(He’s fine.)

(Just fine.)

*******

He keeps up the deception.

Through combat and training and basic interactions, he keeps himself to himself, lest any of the teens begin to suspect.

He lets them catch sight of the brilliant, prominent feather he’d kept. Lets them believe that that is his only soulmark. Lets them make their own assumptions about it.

(He goes to Urahara to update the concealment often.)

(Too much interaction makes the marks… eager.)

The invasion is difficult. Too much interaction, too much stress, and no one who can adjust the concealment in return.

When Ishida carries him away from Kyoraku, the shock of connection is enough to freeze him in place as Ishida only falters, which is enough to give his past self the advantage—

Shiro has no such compunctions.

Kaito lets him rage for the both of them.

Ishida watches them, thoughtful-considering-apologetic, and Kaito ducks further behind Shiro’s rage.

(He can’t… he can’t…)

(He still wakes with his head in Ishida’s lap, wakes with connection beginning to settle deep into his bones, and it’s all he can do to tear himself away before they are truly bound.)

(The irony of Ishida being his first and firmest connection does not escape him.)

Kaito shoves the jangle of discordant feelings aside. Locks the growing want away deep in his soul. Sets his sights on his goal and refuses to be swayed.

Aizen is still out there.

He needs to kill Aizen before anything else can happen.

(The night at the Eleventh is an exercise in restraint.)

(Two of his five soulmates are right there, sleeping just within reach, curled into each other’s arms and he… he wants.)

(But at the same time he doesn’t.)

He wakes to a warm body in his arms and no new connection humming in his head.

(Hanataro knows.)

(Hanataro knows and says nothing.)

(Sometimes he wishes Hanataro was his soulmate, platonic or not.)

When Kurosaki manages to pull him into a hug after the invasion is over, Kaito almost stabs him.

It feels good, the discontented hum of another unrealized connection beginning to settle at last, leaving him limp with relief—

He pulls away before he can give himself away, dusting off his sleeves and doing his best to laugh his reaction off.

The teens don’t try again.

He can’t tell if he’s pleased or disappointed.

(He’s pleased.)

(He has to be.)

*******

Everything is going fine — he isn’t left to his own devices like he’d prefer, but no one is trying to touch him at least — until several months after Aizen’s death. Another malcontent from Seireitei’s past shows up, causes some chaos, and drags Kaito and the others into a battle they have no responsibility to clean up.

(He still takes the bastard down, of course.)

(He doesn’t trust Seireitei to not fuck it up somehow.)

But in the aftermath…

In the aftermath, he collapses without warning, reiryoku slipping through his fingers like water.

(At least Hanataro reaches him first.)

Kaito wakes up in the Fourth, Hanataro hovering nearby, feeling like he’s been run over by a truck. He forces himself upright on shaking limbs, trying to assess what exactly is wrong with him, and… finding nothing obvious; no bandages, no bruises, no obvious wounds of any sort… just a pervasive weakness in his limbs and a feeling like he’s being drained by something invisible.

“I’m s-sorry, Kaito-san,” Hanataro murmurs as he helps Kaito sit up. “This… th-this isn’t… I can’t…”

“It’s alright.” Kaito sighs and swings his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the way his head spins and his eyesight blurs. He’ll push through it. He’s pushed through worse. “Thank you for trying.”

Hanataro grimaces and catches Kaito’s shoulder, easily holding him in place. “K-Kaito-san… Kaito-san sh-shouldn’t move,” he says softly, concern in his eyes as he meets Kaito’s gaze. “Th-this… Kaito-san w-was cursed, a-and we… we can’t… fix it un-unless Kaito-san fulfills the uhm… th-the clause.”

“Cursed,” Kaito repeats dryly, reaching up to lay his hand over Hanataro’s. “You really think curses exist?”

“Kaito-san doesn’t?” Hanataro asks in shock, then huffs a sigh and presses Kaito back into bed, barely needing to exert effort to do so. “It’s a, uhm… it’s a soulmate curse,” he explains as he arranges pillows to help Kaito remain sitting up. His nose wrinkles and he shoots Kaito a deadpan look as he continues, “O-or, I s-suppose, uhm… it’s… a targeted kido th-that latch-latches onto, well…” He gestures vaguely at Kaito’s chest.

“Unsealed connections,” Kaito finishes with a growing feeling of dread, one trembling hand rising to press against his chest and the five hidden marks there. “It’s a… power drain?” he asks, trying to make sense of whatever the hell this kido is.

Hanataro hums in agreement and drags a stool over to perch on. “U-usually, uhm… usually there’s s-someone connected t-to the kido. T-to, uhm… con-control the drain a-and gain th-the power, but…”

“I killed him before he could finish, didn’t I?”

“Y-yes. S-so now…”

“It’s just draining with no one to control it.”

Hanataro nods. “It’s… n-not common anymore, a-and if there w-was a way t-to break it beyond f-finalizing th-the connections we uhm… we d-don’t know, anymore…”

Kaito rubs at his temple, already knowing what his answer will be; with three fully unsealed connections, one barely better, and the last just shy of sealed, there isn’t time for anyone to try to find a second option. Not when he knows who all his soulmates are.

(When they all know who his soulmates are.)

(Why else would the teens be so careful about not touching him?)

(They aren’t fools, after all.)

“Fine,” Kaito says with a sigh, glancing away from Hanataro’s sad-sad-sad expression as he does. “It’s… fine.”

Hanataro scowls at him. “I-it’s not,” he mutters unhappily, even as he slides from the stool and stands up. “But if Kaito-san insists…”

“I do.”

The look Hanataro shoots him is filled with disbelief-resignation-sadness, but his friend makes no further comment, just stalks from the room with a steel-straight spine and stiff shoulders.

Kaito almost pities the teens.

Almost.

*******

It’s Ishida who steps into the room first, though Kaito can feel the other four lingering in the hallway.

“Senpai,” Ishida greets him as he settles on the stool Hanataro left behind. He hesitates then, chewing on his lower lip, clearly at a loss for words.

“I’m surprised Kurosaki’s still outside the door,” Kaito says with an arched eyebrow, trying to prod some words free from the tangle Ishida is no doubt trying to deal with. “Surprised all of them are outside, actually,” he admits after a moment, because… because…

He’d been certain he’d known what their reaction would be, and… sending just Ishida in to talk with him…

This isn’t what he’d expected.

Ishida scowls at him, the expression a very passable imitation of Kurosaki’s best disappointed-scowl, and says, “Senpai, we’re not blind. We asked Unohana about soulmarks after the invasion, and she said that this… that our situation isn’t unknown. That it meant you’d lost your soulmates and that your soul latched onto ours as the nearest set that could fill the gap left behind.”

Kaito blinks at Ishida in surprise; he’d never actually questioned if there was precedent or if this is yet another thing he’s an outlier in, and to hear that it’s normal, that Shinigami know about it…

(All he can feel is relief…)

“You never even asked about it, did you,” Ishida says in exasperation, then shakes his head. “No, never mind, I know the answer already. It doesn’t matter.” He bites his lip again, clearly gathering his words, and says, “I apologize for not warning Kurosaki sooner. I should have.”

“Warning him…?”

“About your reaction to me touching you,” Ishida clarifies, then scowls and holds up a hand when Kaito opens his mouth to protest. “No. Unohana was clear on that; if you didn’t want the connections, then we shouldn’t pressure you about it. Potential connections aren’t usually dangerous, just… a bit annoying at times.”

Kaito grimaces at Ishida’s words and rubs at the bridge of his nose, scrambling to find his own words. The irony of his past self being the one to talk to him about their current mess is… painful, really.

(Has he changed that, too?)

(Did Ishida accept the others sooner, easier, because of how he’d dragged the teen into the group?)

(If he’d just… in his own reality… would things have… turned out differently…?)

“Senpai,” Ishida prompts, concern-worry-care in his voice as he leans forward, hands tucked against his thighs and body tense. “Senpai, please let us help you. I know you probably don’t want us—”

“Shut up,” Kaito growls, infuriated by the sheer certainty in Ishida’s voice that Kaito doesn’t want them, when sometimes it’s all he can do to not just… reach out and take…

It hurts.

And so does the way Ishida flinches back, eyes wide and body tense, one wrong move away from fleeing and—

Kaito leans over. Snatches one of Ishida’s wrists. Digs careful, trembling fingers into Ishida’s skin and revels in the snap of a fully realized connection, intent sealing the link the way casual touch had not. It doesn’t change much, doesn’t stop the drain on his reiryoku, but it… it feels like finally coming home.

(He knows what that is now, knows what that feels like, and he… he…)

(Why had he waited so long…?)

“I lost my soulmates right after I accepted them,” Kaito forces out, ignoring the awe-warmth-care coming from Ishida’s presence, ignoring the way Ishida’s free hand settles over his, gentle-calloused-strong like a reassurance, like a promise. “I accepted them, and then we went our own ways, and then they were gone.”

(All except Ichigo, trapped inside his soul, a different type of soulmate but still his, still the last trace of what he’d had before it was all torn away…)

“That won’t happen to us,” Ishida says softly, firmly, like he has any right to promise such a thing when it was his fault — Kaito’s fault — that everything fell apart—

Ichigo’s sharp denial-anger-rejection carves a jagged line through Kaito’s mind and he flinches, breathes through the sensation until Ichigo’s emotions finally settle, and directs his next words at both Ishida and Ichigo when he says, “You can’t promise that. You don’t know—”

“And neither do you,” Ishida insists, hand tightening on Kaito’s like he can somehow press his surety into Kaito’s skin. “No one does, but… aren’t we different? Didn’t you spend time teaching us to work together? Haven’t we learned— haven’t we changed?”

Kaito grimaces and looks away, knowing the truth of Ishida’s words and part of him hating it as much as he appreciates it.

(This should have been him, should have been how his soulmates ended up, not… not scattered-shattered-dead—)

Fingertips brush across the back of his neck and he shivers at the touch. Leans into it even as Ishida’s hand settles, tightening to press grounding-reassurance-strength into his skin and—

“Come on, Senpai, up you come,” Ishida murmurs as he stands, looping Kaito’s arm over his shoulder and then letting go of his hand in order to—

Kaito squawks as Ishida lifts him up. Scrambles for a handhold, for security, even as Ishida laughs warm-bright-soft and hoists him higher.

“You should probably eat more,” Ishida teases as he nudges the door open with a foot and steps out into the hallway where the other teens are waiting. “Maybe it would be harder for me to do this, then.”

Kaito scowls at Ishida. Sweeps his scowl to the others as they begin to laugh as well. “And where, exactly, do you think you’re taking me?”

“Our room,” Ishida answers breezily. “So we can all curl up and so you can sleep.”

“I just woke up,” Kaito feels the need to point out. “What makes you think I’ll fall asleep so easily?”

Kurosaki coughs, barely hiding a smirk behind his hand, and answers, “Hanataro says you will, as soon as the drain on your reiryoku stops. Something about your body overcompensating for the drain, and needing rest as soon as it stops.”

“This is ridiculous,” Kaito grumbles, resisting the urge to tuck his face into Ishida’s chest in embarrassment. “You could have just… just let me sleep where I was. You don’t need to cart me around like… like some sort of invalid…”

Ishida’s steps falter and he softly asks, “Would you have preferred that, Senpai? Sorry… it… seemed like you wanted us around…”

Kaito flinches and lets go of Ishida’s shoulder with one hand in order to rub at his eyes. Sometimes he hates how well Ishida can read him, for all its almost to be expected given they were once the same person. “It’s… fine,” he answers, unable to give voice to the tangle of need-want-crave that he’s slowly giving in to the longer Ishida holds him.

(It’s… not his father’s hugs, but… it’s still nice.)

(He could… he could grow to like this.)

(Though perhaps with a bit less being carted around like a damsel in distress involved!)

Question-concern-uncertainty prods at him through their new connection, and Kaito sighs softly even as he sends back acceptance-certainty-contentment.

Ishida relaxes even as his arms tighten around Kaito. “Thank you, Senpai,” he says, so many emotions tangled in his words that Kaito can’t pick them apart. “We won’t let you down, I promise.”

“You’d better let me down. I’m not about to be carried around for the rest of my life,” Kaito mock-snarls, purposely missing Ishida’s point in favor of getting a laugh out of the rest of the teens. The soft huff he feels from Ishida tells him he’s escaped that topic of conversation for the moment, which is… certainly a relief.

“Oh, but why not?” Inoue asks, all innocence and cheer as she skips up to Ishida’s side and halfway extends her hand towards Kaito’s. “Don’t you want to be carried?”

Kaito wrinkles his nose at her. “Inoue-san, with all due respect, I’m nearly a foot taller than you and—”

“Yes?” she asks leadingly, a very Unohana-esque smile on her face even as she wriggles her hand at him.

“…never mind,” he mutters as he carefully takes her hand and focuses on that instead of on her face.

(Maybe introducing her to Unohana wasn’t the wisest of decisions after all…)

Their connection hums to life, warm-fierce-protective in a way he never expected to feel from her.

(His connection to his Inoue had been a thing of peace and gentle warmth, but never so protective, never so fierce as this Inoue is.)

(The difference is… staggering.)

(Had he… had he done this?)

Inoue makes a pleased noise and squeezes his hand, her power filtering through their connection, pressing like water against a dam and—

Something snaps as her power ripples into his body, flooding his senses and easing the strain he’s been ignoring. It feels almost like being able to breathe again, but it also makes it obvious how much strength is still being pulled from him.

(Kami… if he’d missed… if that bastard had managed to succeed…)

(No.)

(It’s over.)

(He won.)

Inoue squeezes his hand again, then slips her hand free and darts ahead to open a door just down the hallway. Ishida carries him in, toeing off his slippers and stepping onto the tatami mats—

And instead of setting him down, they both go down, with Ishida kneeling and then tipping backwards into a small pile of pillows.

The teens laugh as Kaito yelps and grips Ishida’s shirt tighter, unused to being manhandled quite so thoroughly. “A bit of warning if you plan to do that again!” he snaps as he slowly releases his grip.

“Sorry, Senpai,” Ishida responds, sounding not at all apologetic. He tugs at Kaito a bit, rearranging their limbs with Kaito’s reluctant assistance, until they’re both reclining and Kaito’s head is resting on Ishida’s chest. “But you have to admit, this is more comfortable than other options.”

Kaito scowls and pinches Ishida’s side. “I don’t have to admit anything,” he mutters sullenly, even as he tips his head slightly to better hear Ishida’s strong-steady-even heartbeat. A hand settles in his hair, tentative and soft, then begins to move when he doesn’t shake it free.

His eyes… maybe close a little, at the feeling.

(Only maybe.)

“You look like a contented cat,” Arisawa says as she drops to sit next to him.

“Shut up,” he mumbles, hoping in vain that his cheeks aren’t turning red from embarrassment. He’d never really known Arisawa in the before, even though she was part of his soul-group, but… he likes this version. She’s a better balance for Kurosaki than Ishida — than any version of himself — will ever be, and it always feels like things are… more steady when she’s around.

“Hand up, kitty cat,” she teases, though her hands are kind-firm-steady as she takes his hand in hers, her strong grip a reassurance even as her link snaps into vibrant-strong-steady life. She feels like bedrock under his feet, immovable, implacable, but no less caring than Inoue or Ishida.

And then she flops down, plastering herself against Ishida’s side, one arm thrown over Kaito’s waist, and… it should feel constricting, should feel like confinement, but…

It just feels safe.

Kurosaki is next, his hand both foreign and familiar as his fingers curl around Kaito’s hand in place of Arisawa’s. Their half-realized connection settles into place slowly, tentatively, like Kurosaki’s afraid that Kaito will once more reject him and—

Kaito huffs. Tightens his grip. Wills the connection sealed with a snap that jars his teeth and makes the breath catch in his throat.

(It’s so familiar.)

(It’s so familiar!)

(He can’t— he can’t…!)

Arisawa’s presence roars to the fore, shielding him from the sense of almost-Ichigo in his head. He can’t suppress the jagged sob of relief when she does so, but he also refuses to let go when Kurosaki tries to pull away.

(He wants… he wants, but he can’t—)

“I really am like your friend, aren’t I?” Kurosaki murmurs, sad-pained-weary as he tries once again to pull his hand free. “Sorry… I’ll do my best to keep from intruding—”

“You’re not,” Kaito hisses, tightening his grip on Kurosaki’s hand, fingers digging deep into his almost-friend’s skin. Kurosaki isn’t Ichigo, but… but he’s a version of Ichigo, and… and if he lets go, if he looks away, if Kurosaki leaves him again—

A calloused thumb brushes under his eye and across his cheek, dampness trailing behind and—

He’s crying.

He’s crying in front of them.

“You’re crying because of me, I certainly think that’s an indication—”

“Of nothing!” Kaito snaps, accompanying his words with a strong jerk at their joined hands.

Kurosaki yelps and tumbles forward, landing awkwardly across all three of them and driving the breath from both Kaito’s and Ishida’s lungs in the process. Arisawa bites back a curse and tugs her arm free of the pile, and Kurosaki yelps again, indignant-wounded-offended, and wriggles closer to Kaito and Ishida as if to escape her.

Kaito swallows once. Twice. Gathers his confidence and whispers, “I don’t want you to leave.”

Still can’t bring himself to admit that Kurosaki leaving is one of his worst fears, is one of his nightmares—

Kurosaki huffs a laugh, more fond than amused, and twists around to wedge his body between Ishida’s and Arisawa’s. He rests his — pointy! — chin on Kaito’s shoulder and settles his arm across Kaito’s chest, even as Arisawa grumbles and readjusts her own position, arm draping across all of them in something almost like possession, almost like protection.

(It… helps.)

The drain is less now, a tiny fraction of what it was, and Kaito can already feel the exhaustion creeping in. Or rather, he can feel his body acknowledging the exhaustion at last, the razor-thin edge of survival finally dulling and giving him a moment to breathe. It’s a familiar sensation, though usually not so drastic, and he knows that Hanataro was right.

(He can already feel himself starting to drift.)

The only one who hasn’t affirmed their connection with him is Sado, which… doesn’t entirely surprise him.

(That Sado and Inoue can stand his presence at all is—)

(No.)

(Breathe.)

Kaito cracks an eye open and blinks away the blur of unshed tears, trying to focus beyond them where—

Sado sits by Ishida’s side, his presence calm-patient-steady as he watches over them. The minute he spots Kaito’s attention on him, he leans forward and offers his hand, waiting for Kaito to take it. It’s a pointed gesture, just like all the others; it’s his choice, the teens all try to convey, even when they all know it’s a lie.

He takes Sado’s hand anyway.

(Maybe he’ll mind later, or maybe he won’t.)

(But for now… for now… the feeling of belonging is worth more than the shame of giving in.)

Sado’s connection is… steady. Poised. Like Arisawa’s own bedrock-steady confidence but… quieter. Sado isn’t the sort to draw attention to himself until he needs to, and that’s reflected in their connection. It feels like the ocean, nominally peaceful but quiet-deadly-vast beneath the surface, ready to roar to life at a moment’s notice.

And with that, the final thread of binding snaps like a brittle twig.

“Kaito-kun should rest,” Inoue says firmly, even as she tucks herself in next to Sado. Her small hand settles on his shoulder again, and her reiatsu filters into his body, a steady trickle slowly filling his reserves.

“Don’t exhaust yourself,” Kaito mutters as he tucks his head more firmly against Ishida’s chest and closes his eyes. “We aren’t fighting again anytime soon. I can rest until I’ve recovered.”

Inoue hums softly but doesn’t stop her kido. “Trust me to know my limits, Kaito-kun.”

Kaito huffs a sigh but doesn’t argue further, just lets the press of everyone’s power quiet his mind.

He breathes.

Drifts.

Sleeps.

#tumblr mashup #platonic au #this went so long #i'm so sorry #this also got kinda painful in spots #hope you enjoy #Anonymous #replies

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benhardyisdaddy · 6 years ago

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Love Of My Life - Part 2

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(i hope u guys like pt 2 xoxo this has a snippet of roggie in it and it’ll just start getting angstier so im SORRRYYYYY i apparently just like to break yours guy’s hearts also idk the 2nd gif gives me vibes for this chapter so tyg sksksk)

Word Count: 1,747

“I can’t believe you said all of that!” you called out as you rushed around your home in search of a pair of earrings.

Your grandma was sat on your couch and smiling as she watched you nervously get ready. She knew exactly what she did and she was proud of herself for it. She saw the way John looked at you and the way you looked at him. It was the same exact way her husband, her soulmate, use to look at her. She just knew.

“It needed to be said! You two would be cute together.” she says.

You walk in front of her and pause as you put your earrings on.

“Grandma, it’s just a meal. I don’t even know I’d consider this a date. You barely even know him! What if he’s secretly a murderer and you’re sending me to my death?” you ask dramatically.

She rolls her eyes and slowly stands to her feet. She walks up to you and smiles.

“I’ve known John since he was a little boy. He’s not a murderer. He’s a well behaved young man with a good heart. You’ll have fun.” she reassures you.

You look to her and feel your heart thumping loudly. You take in a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to calm your nerves. Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door and you jump. You look to her frantically and the look on your face shows how terrified you are. Your grandma shakes her head and holds your hand.

“Remember what you said, it’s just a meal. You look beautiful, go!” she half whispers.

You smile to her and lean forward to hug her tightly. She kisses your cheek as you wave goodbye and walk to the front door. You take in another deep breath as you open it up slowly. John is stood there awkwardly as he looks you up and down. He smiles and looks stunned.

“Y-You look beautiful.” he says, admiring your red sundress.

You blush and look down for a moment before looking back up to him. He’s dressed casual as well and it looks really nice on.

“You look not so bad yourself.” you say back.

This time, he blushes. He smiles and looks down at a bouquet of yellow sunflowers he had got for you. You almost gasp at the sight of them. They were beautiful. He holds them out for you.

“For you. I wasn’t sure what kind of flowers you like, but, uh, I just sorta-”

“They’re absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” you say, smiling.

He looks pleased with himself as you hold the flowers close to yourself as the two of you walk to his car. You slide in and he begins driving. You’re not sure where you’re going, but your nerves are ridiculous right now. You look out the window and watch outside. It was now dark as businesses begin to light up the outside of their stores. John looks over to you and smiles.

“I made reservations at Ollie’s, if that’s okay.”

You look over to him fast and your eyes open wide.

“You got reservations at Ollies?” you ask, shocked.

Ollie’s was the most fanciest restaurant where the two of you lived. It was elegant and expensive. You had never eaten there, but you know for a fact that you would feel out of place real quick. John looks worried.

“Or we could go to-”

“No, no! Ollie’s will be lovely.” you say, smiling.

He nods and is happy with his choice of restaurant. He looks back to the road and continues driving until Ollie’s comes into view. John parks his car and hurriedly jumps out and rushes to your side. Just like before, he opens up your door for you. You smile and slide out. You place the flowers on your seat and grab your purse. You thank him as the two of you begin walking inside. It’s busy and loud. Everyone is dressed so nicely and you suddenly feel out of place once more. A women greets you and checks you in for your reservation.

She grabs the menus and you follow her to the table. You sit down and are instantly welcomed by a complimentary glass of champagne. John looks to you and smiles as he lifts his drink towards you. You clink yours with his and mumble a ‘cheers’. You sip the drink and look around. You spot a plate of food at a table near you and everything on it was so tiny. You raise a brow as you watch a man slowly eat it all. You weren’t use to places like this, but neither was John. He was just trying to impress you. You stare at your menu and the prices for everything were insane. You almost shrieked at them. John looks up to you and you both smile. You look back to the menu and don’t know what to choose. John places his down on the table and awkwardly smiles. He’s doesn’t want to be there either.

You tap your fingers on the table and watch as a server walks by with a tray of food. Everything, once again, was super tiny on the plates. You were starving and knew none of that would fill you up. John watches you and doesn’t know what to say. He just wanted to make a good impression on you. You look to him and notice he looks uncomfortable as well. You take in a deep breath.

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask fast.

He looks to you shocked and nods his head fast.

“I’m not use to tiny, fancy food like all of this.” you say, looking around. “I’m more of a greasy cheeseburger, food truck kind of girl.”

You were slightly embarrassed by saying that, but it’s true. Nothing fancy about you. John’s shoulders fall as he exhales. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. For a moment, you think he might be upset at you until he looks up and is grinning, almost laughing.

“I am so happy you said that.” he says, causing you to almost laugh with him. “Shall we?” he asks, slowly standing up and holding his hand out for you.

The tension between the two of you had been broken and you couldn’t be more happier. You take his hand as the two of you giggle as you walk out, earning glances from others. You walk back to his car and get inside. Now the two of you are laughing hysterically as he begins driving.

“The food was so tiny, I needed tweezers to eat it with!” you say, as you both laugh from crying.

John looks over to you with tears in his eyes as he smiles. You haven’t laughed like that in forever. He pulls up to a parking spot near a park and parks. You’re still giggling to yourself as you unbuckle your seatbelt. John’s staring at you more seriously now as he watches you smile. You look over to him and you almost freeze. He looks at your lips then back to your eyes. You weren’t sure what to do or say, but he did.

“May-” he goes to say. “May I kiss you?” he asks, so politely.

You slowly smile and look down at his lips. He licks them fast as your stomach turns into butterflies. You nod your head and suddenly he’s leaned forward and cups your face with his hand. His lips are on yours and the kiss is slow and soft. Just lips to lips. Nothing lustful about it. He’s been wanting to do this all night and so have you. You lean forward and kiss him back. The two of you slowly pull away and smile.

“Hungry?” he asks, half joking.

“Starving.” you reply back.

The two of you laugh as you both turn and jump out of the car. John walks up to you and holds out his hand for you to take. You both begin walking fast and talk about anything and everything, but mostly laughing at nothing. You come across a fair in the park and are surprised. Game booths are lined up as food trucks fill the entire area. You and John make your way to a burger truck as he orders for you both. You two are talking and still holding hands when you hear someone calling out his name. John looks around confused until he spots somebody. A blonde man with a pretty girl in his arms makes his way up to you two. He looks at you up and down and smiles. He was extremely handsome. You hold onto John’s hand even tighter.

“It’s been forever!” says the man as he lets go of the girl and hugs John.

“It really has!” he says back.

They let go as John looks to you and smiles.

“Roger, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Roger. He’s my best friend.”

You smile sweetly and hold out your hand for him. He smiles back as his eyes are glued on yours. The girl beside him rolls her eyes as she looks around, clearly bored.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” he says softly.

“You as well, Roger.” you say back.

You grab John’s hand again as you stand close. He smiles down at you as your name’s are being called, letting you know the food was done.

“We should get together some time, mate.” says John as he hands you your food.

Roger looks to you then back to John and nods his head.

“Yeah, yeah! Definitely! Just let me know, alright?” he says, looking back to you. “It was really nice to meet you, y/n.” he says, smiling.

Your heart jumps as you smile back.

“You as well.”

John turns to you and smiles. He says goodbye to Roger as the two of you begin walking away. Roger doesn’t take his eyes off of you. He watches as you and John laugh together over something. The girl behind him calls out his name, but he ignores her. John mumbles something to you and you suddenly look very serious. A huge grin forms your face and he can hear you say ‘oh, it’s on’. Suddenly, the two of you are holding your food close as you both race down the sidewalk. Roger half smiles. He continues to stand there as he wishes that he could find somebody like you.

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tommyparkerr · 6 years ago

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Promises BONUS I | Peter Parker x Reader

So, it’s not absolutely necessary for you to have read my series Promises before reading this, but I would highly suggest it! (You can find all the links in my masterlist located in my bio!) Plus, I’d be the happiest girl in the world if you did. :) For everyone who HAS read it, I hope you enjoy the first of the many bonuses I have planned. Ask and you shall receive!

Also, I kinda sorta am entering this as an entry to my own writing challenge? I took a prompt from it because I realized this fic had the exact same line, so...yeah. Join my Fix The Endgame Irondad Writing Challenge! I’m in desperate need of Irondad as of late for...*clears throat* obvious reasons. It’ll be fun, plus you get to add to a healthy dose of Irondad if you do! Check out my post for details :)

Prompt: “Take it back.”

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: No more angst, just fluff (hence why I’m writing the bonuses)

-Masterlist-

P R O M I S E S - B O N U S O N E :

Three months later...

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Peter asked you for the tenth time today as he loaded up your things into the car.

“Peter, we’ve been over this,” you said with a smile and roll of your eyes.

He pursed his lips. “I know, but...I just wanna make sure, ya know?”

You took a step closer and cupped his face, bringing it down to plant a small kiss on his lips. “Peter,” you said quietly, your thumb stroking his cheek, “I’m ready.”

He nodded with a sigh. “Okay, I get it. I’ll stop asking.”

You giggled and pecked his nose before lowering back down to the ground. “We already told May, hun. We’ve got to tell them before she does or we’ll both be dead.”

“She said she’d keep it a secret!” Peter argued. “Is that the only reason you’re doing this?”

“Peter, honey,” you laughed, “you know your aunt is actually a terrible secret keeper, right?” Peter grumbled in acknowledgment but didn’t reply, leading you to go on. “And no, that’s not the only reason I’m doing this. I want to do this, Peter. It’s been four months now. Besides,” you said with a shrug, “I won’t be able to keep hiding my bump for much longer. I’m actually surprised no one has figured it out already.”

At that, your husband’s face lit up and he moved to kneel in front of you. His hand lifted your shirt just enough to lay a hand on the bare skin of your small-but-there baby bump.

“Hey, baby,” Peter said, his lips parted into a smile. “We’re going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house soon and we’re going to tell them all about you. So please don’t get too scared if you hear yelling or someone you don’t know yet touches you, like Grandma May did yesterday when we told her. They’re just excited, bug.”

As he continued to speak to your baby, your heart seemed to grow and your entire body seemed to warm. You couldn’t help but lay a hand over Peter’s as a smile broke out on your face, too.

“Hey, Peter?”

He looked up finally, his eyes twinkling in pure joy. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Peter’s grin grew larger, and he let your shirt drop back down as he stood to kiss you. “I love you, too,” he said just before his mouth met yours.

After a few minutes of soft kisses, you gently pulled away and leaned your head against his chest. “We’re going to be late.”

“As if Tony’s ever been on time.”

“We are going to his home, Peter,” you giggled. “He doesn’t need to be on time.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Peter sighed, stepping back and moving toward the front door. “Why do you have to be so smart all of a sudden?”

You watched as Peter’s face fell after processing what he’d just said. A sick sort of smugness rose up in you (because years ago he wouldn’t have even realized the weight of his words and now, after spending a prolonged amount of time with you, he so clearly does), and when Peter turned to face you he was met with raised eyebrows and pursed lips.

“Would you like to rephrase that, honey?” you asked with a small smirk, crossing your arms and tapping your foot for dramatization.

Your husband swallowed. “You’re the most intelligent, most kind, and most beautiful woman I ever could’ve dreamed of, you always have been, and I’m an idiot?”

At hearing his response, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. You attempted to hide it, but maybe it was better you failed; otherwise, Peter may have gone into a stress-induced seizure.

“Wait—you’re not mad?” the brown-eyed boy asked, blinking in surprise. You just giggled again, going up to him and reaching under his arm to open the door. Peter stumbled after you, locking the door to your apartment and fumbling for the other set of keys stuffed inside his coat pocket so he could unlock the car before you reached the doors. “Were you just messing with me? Y/N? Y/N!”

Your only answer was laughter.

---

“That wasn’t very nice, you know,” Peter grumbled as he parked. “Giving a man a heart attack at the ripe age of twenty-four is neither helpful nor desirable.”

“You’re still on that?” you laughed. “Peter, that was like”—you checked your watch—“an hour and a half ago!”

“What? I’m supposed to recover from a near-heart failure in an hour and a half?!”

You laid a hand on his, shaking your head and chuckling to yourself. Going along with the joke, you said, “Your healing factor will kick in soon enough. Spider-Man, remember?”

Peter grumbled something to himself and got out of the car, coming around to your side to open your door and help you out; your belly may not have been big yet, but it was growing and it was different and it was just enough to sometimes throw your already terrible balance off-kilter.

“I love you, Spider-Man,” you said softly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Peter hummed, annoyance apparently forgotten, and pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “Spider-Man loves you, too.”

You smiled and settled into a comfortable silence as you walked toward the compound. It didn’t last long, however.

“Well...most of the time.”

He’d said this jokingly, but after being shoved into a nearby wall Peter chose to point out much more seriously how ‘surprisingly’ strong you were for a girl.

You raised your brows. Peter gulped.

And thus began heart attack number two for the day.

---

“How’s work, Y/N?” Pepper asked as she continued working on whatever dish she was making tonight.

Before you could answer, Peter grinned and said, “She got the promotion.”

Pepper dropped the wooden spoon she was using out of surprise. Luckily, Tony had anticipated it and snatched it up before it hit the ground.

“You what?”

You bit your lip to hide a large grin. “Yeah. Yeah, I got it.”

Pepper blinked a few times. “But you didn’t even tell us you were applying for it! I mean, you told us about it and you told us that it had a lot of good benefits and you told us you’d be interested in it, but you also told us the position wouldn’t even open up until whoever held the position retired in a few years!” You opened your mouth to try and explain that that particular person had retired early and referred you to take their place, but before you could Pepper shook her head and swept you into a hug. “Nevermind all that—I’m so happy for you!”

You smiled and returned her hug, knowing it wouldn’t be the last emotional one tonight but not revealing anything that would let Pepper know that. Peter grinned from behind you, eyeing Tony and sharing a contented look with him.

“She said it, kiddo,” Tony said with a surprisingly genuine smile when Pepper stepped away. “We’re happy for you.” You accepted his hug and hair ruffle as if you were his own kid; and, you guessed in the same sort of way that Peter was his son, you were his daughter.

“Thanks, old man,” you grinned, ignoring the scoff he gave you in return.

“Well, I just have to let this simmer for a bit, so if you’d like we can move to another room while we wait,” Pepper said cheerily.

“That’d be great,” Peter quickly accepted, knowing your back was probably starting to ache and comfortingly but inconspicuously rubbing it as he led you to your favorite couch in the sitting room. You held back a sigh of relief as you sat down; you had expected to experience some back pain, as it was one of the most common symptoms during pregnancy, but you hadn’t been expecting to experience it this early.

“What about you two?” you asked. “Is there anything new with you?”

Tony waved a hand as if to dismiss the topic at hand. “You know, even with one of us being an Avenger slash one of the universe’s mightiest heroes and the other being CEO of the world’s most successful enterprise, we haven’t seen much excitement lately.”

Pepper rolled her eyes. “I think what my husband means to say is we’d love to hear more about this promotion you’ve worked so hard for.”

Peter managed to cover his laugh with a cough, but you couldn’t hide your small smile in time. Tony grinned at your reactions and leaned back into the couch, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Well,” you started when you were sure you weren’t going to laugh as soon as you opened your mouth, “I do get a lot more vacation time with the promotion, along with the option to work from home on days I’m not really needed in the office which is something I’m really looking forward to. It seems unreal, but I guess with great responsibility comes great power...or something.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, catching on with an eye roll and an amused shake of his head. “Or something.”

You grinned.

“How many days of paid vacation do you get, then?” Pepper asked next, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Fifteen,” you answered. “But I’ve only been working there five years, so when I make it to ten years it then goes up to seventeen, and when I make it to twenty years I get twenty days. But that’s not including the sick or extended maternity leave.”

“Extended maternity leave, eh?” Tony spoke up with a twinkle in his eye. “You’re already figuring out how to cheat the system—I like it.”

This time Pepper pushed Tony aside until he was forced to fall sideways into the cushions, and it’s a good thing she gave that so much attention because if she hadn’t, she and Tony would’ve seen the look you and Peter had shared with each other and put the pieces together before you could reveal it yourselves.

“We’re, uh, thinking of taking advantage of some of that vacation time here in about six months or so,” Peter started. “I get eleven days a year, so I’d still have some leftover by the time I went back to work.”

“Oh, good!” Pepper exclaimed. “You two deserve a break! Where are you going? New Zealand? I know you’ve always wanted to visit New Zealand!”

“Pep, you obviously haven’t heard the way this kid talks about England—they’re definitely going there,” Tony said, sitting back up.

Ignoring him, Pepper went on. “Or Thailand! I’ve heard you talk about Thailand a lot! And you eat Thai all the time—not that I blame you.”

Tony was about to open his mouth again to probably throw another guess into the conversation, but Peter interrupted before he could. “Actually...we were thinking something a little closer to home.”

“Okay, so Pepper was wrong,” Tony said, acting as if he hadn’t proposed an overseas country as well. “So...what? The Bahamas? Hawaii? Hell, Alaska?”

“No,” you said, taking the lead with a smile. “Home. We’re going to take a vacation at home.”

It was almost comical, the looks of confusion that appeared on their faces. It was something you rarely saw, and rarer more when it came from both of them.

“Home,” Pepper repeated slowly, testing the word out on her tongue. “Okay, and what exactly does that mean?”

“It means,” Peter said, interlacing your fingers, “that while we appreciate the joke about cheating the system, Y/N didn’t get the promotion with extended maternity leave until after we found out.”

Silence. You gently laid a hand on your lower abdomen where your bump was slowly starting to show for emphasis, in case they hadn’t caught on.

More silence, and then-

“Take it back.”

“Tony!” Pepper exclaimed, her eyes wide and blown up with mortification as she smacked him on the chest.

“What? Being a dad makes me old enough, but a grandpa?”

You hid the smile on your face at Peter’s troubled expression. You knew Tony was joking, but Peter was a sensitive person who often took things too literal and everyone in the room (but Peter) knew it.

“Seriously, Pep! I’m too young for this!” Tony was smiling, laughing at his own humor, but Peter didn’t see. He was too busy looking down at his lap. After that, one look from Pepper got him shutting up pretty quickly. “Kid,” Tony said more seriously now at seeing the look on his son’s face, standing up and taking a few steps forward to clap his hands on Peter’s shoulders, “I’ve never been prouder.”

Peter sagged in relief and threw his arms around his mentor-turned-father-figure. You didn’t even try to fight the hormone induced tears that came with the scene. Pepper smiled at you understandingly and made her way over, wrapping you in a gentle hug and whispering a small but heartfelt congratulations in your ear.

By the time you broke apart you realized Tony was rambling in the kitchen while ‘cooking’ dinner, Peter obviously not listening to a single word. He was rather watching you with a loving smile and his own set of tears in his eyes, accepting Pepper’s hug and kiss on the cheek as she repeated Tony’s words and hurried to go fix whatever dish Tony was probably on the verge of ruining.

Peter sat you both down again and scooted close, grabbing your hands and resting your foreheads together. “This is really happening,” he whispered softly in something resembling disbelief. “We’re having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby,” you repeated, letting your eyes fall shut at the odd sense of warmth that ran through you at the words.

“Kid, are you even listening to me? This is important stuff, I'll have you know!” Tony’s voice floated in from the kitchen, making both of your grins enlarge.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m listening, Dad!” Peter lied with a laugh as he pulled his head away from yours, letting you rest against his shoulder.

“That’s what I thought! Now, I better be the only grandpa on this side of the family! You better not be asking Steve to be anything but an uncle; the same goes for the rest of the team! And while we’re on the topic, I still stick with my belief that ‘grandpa’ makes me sound old and uncool. I’m thinking Pops? Is Pops good with you guys?”

You couldn’t help but laugh into Peter’s shirt at Tony’s way of showing enthusiasm.

“Grandpa Pops! Got it!” Peter replied.

“Watch it, Parker! I will resign from my grandfatherly position, effective immediately, if your kid calls me Grandpa Pops!”

Peter had nothing to say after that, only joyful laughter escaping his lips. You lifted your head and mindlessly brushed a stray curl off of Peter’s forehead.

“I don’t know,” you quietly said with a small shrug and mischievous grin. “I think Grandpa Pops has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“The day our little girl calls Tony ‘Grandpa Pops’ is the day hell freezes over and he kills us both,” Peter responded with a chuckle.

“Little girl?” you repeated quietly, your heart skipping a beat at Peter’s slip up.

Peter blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh...yeah.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Did your spidey senses tell you that, too?”

His cheeks turned even darker, but his smile grew. “No,” he replied. “Just a feeling.”

Your heart jumped again and you pulled Peter down for a kiss, ignoring Tony’s one-sided attempt at a conversation.

“I think it’s a girl, too,” you whispered with a smile against his lips. Peter grinned at that and pulled you in for another kiss, one hand delicately cupping your face and the other resting protectively over the small bump that would soon be your entire world.

“Hey, as long as that baby’s around we’re keeping it PG in this household!” Tony scolded, and you giggled, pulling away from your husband’s lips.

You expected Peter to blush and stutter like he always did when you were caught showing PDA, so you were caught by surprise when he instead rolled his eyes, said, “Oh, screw off, old man,” and kissed you again, this time lasting much longer than before. It was your turn to blush, but that soon went away along with Tony’s indignant sputtering as Pepper led him back into the kitchen.

Now it was just you and Peter and baby—your baby—and with another skipping of your heart, you realized this was your future. Not nervously listening for knocks on the door that would no doubt tell you your husband was dead. Not failing to calm down your crying child because they just wanted their dad and didn’t understand why he hadn’t held them in so long. Not figuring out how to be both a single mother and a widow in mourning.

No—your future was filled with tender kisses and ‘I love you’s and bright smiles in the mornings, fake gags when your child saw your tender kisses, sleepy yawns as they responded with ‘I love you, too’s, and giggles as they ate the Mickey Mouse shaped pancake on their plate.

“What are you thinking about?” Peter murmured, and it wasn’t until he said something that you noticed you’d stopped kissing him. You wondered how long he’d been watching you.

“Our future,” you responded quietly with a small smile.

A smile spread over his lips too as well, and he raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathily laughed, looking into the brown eyes you were determined to love for the rest of your life. You raised a hand to brush over his cheek, letting yourself memorize the feel of the smooth skin. “Our future.”

Peter took your hand from his cheek and interlaced your fingers, lowering them down to his lap. He placed a small kiss on your forehead, then on the tip of your nose, then slowly connected his mouth to yours. “Our future,” he whispered against your lips. “I think I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah?” you said with a grin, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, moving your interlocked hands to rest over your stomach. “Our future: you, me, our little girl, and whatever impossible things life decides to throw at us next.”

“Like calling Tony Grandpa Pops?” you grinned

Peter chuckled and closed his eyes, brushing his nose against yours. “I love you, Y/N Parker.”

Even after two years of marriage your heart still jolted at being called the Parker name, and, quite frankly, you didn’t think your reaction would be any different sixty years from now. Because sixty years from now you would still love Peter as much as you did yesterday and still be wondering what you did to deserve such a pure, beautiful soul. Because sixty years from now your children would be all grown up and you’d be left with much, much more than what you have now, and your love for your husband would have multiplied tenfold over the years.

Because sixty years from now you’d both be in your rocking chairs sitting the same way you are now, saying your ‘I love you’s knowing that each one could be your last but not regretting a single thing.

“I love you, too, Peter Benjamin Parker,” you whispered, your eyes closing and your hand squeezing his. “I love you, too.”

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fortune-maiden · 6 years ago

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For that writing prompt list: “I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong.”

Thank you for the prompt! I had a lot of fun writing this! :D

Recognition

“I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong.”

Even’s pen freezes mid-sentence, and he stares down at hisreport as he mentally counts to three, before lifting his head up. He doesn’tneed to turn around to picture Xehanort’s arrogant expression as he stands inthe doorway to the lab behind him.

“What, pray tell, am I wrong about?” Even says in a calmcontrolled voice, swallowing back any biting distaste. He will not accept anylip from this child, nor will he give him the satisfaction of seeing Even losehis composure.

Xehanort’s answer is a smug snort, an indication that Evenshould know damn well what he means and will need to defend his viewpointhimself. Xehanort knows how Even feels about such lip, and his grip on his pentightens. He makes sure this motion is out of sight.

“You understand what you are asking of me, correct?” Even says.He knows the correct course of action would be to return to his report andignore Xehanort’s needling until he goes away, but Even didn’t get where he isby refusing to face an issue head on. “You are asking me to go behind hisLordship’s back.”

“I’m asking for your help on a project I am stuck on,”Xehanort clarifies. “From one scientist to another.”

You’re not a scientist,Even almost snaps, because that would be easier than concede that this…nobody picked up on the intricacies ontheir research to the point where he could conduct his own experiments in themere months he spent with them.

“And as one scientist to another, I suggest you let thatgirl go, and remember who it was that saved your life. His Lordship said to stop.And so, we shall stop.”

Even can delight in the fact that he’s touched a nerve fromthe sound of Xehanort stepping forward. He is not rattled easily, but it seemsthe memory of that empty cell continues to test his self-control.

“Why should we stop?” Xehanort challenges. “We were on the vergeof the breakthrough. There was somuch more for us to discover, and then MasterAnsem comes in and shuts us down. Who does he think he is?”

Even turns around with a self-assured smirk, basking inXehanort’s barely contained fury. “MasterAnsem,” Even says pointedly, “is my mentor, my friend, and my king. I will notgo against him.”

Xehanort hears the words, and his eyes narrow. “Interestingorder of words,” he retorts, and Even realizes too late that he should haveleft out the last one. His apprenticeship is much more than a simple job to him,and his loyalty is not born out of the crown.

“You have a lot of respect for your mentor,” Xehanortrecovers his composure. “Which is what makes your obstinacy all the morepainful to watch.”

“Painkillers are in the cabinet by the door.”

“Tell me, Even, why do you think his Lordship shut down ourproject?” Xehanort asks. There’s something sinister in his tone. Even has beenhearing that cocksure arrogance more and more since their initial probe intoXehanort’s heart, and however curious it still is intellectually, something init unnerves him.

Still he is partly responsible this change in Xehanort’sdemeanor and tries to reason with him. “Whatever our intentions and results, westill performed some very dangerousexperiments,” Even says slowly. “Some of their our subjects’ hearts collapsed.Others produced those black creatures. His Lordship foresaw the dark path wewere heading towards and grew afraid. He put a stop to it for all of our sakes,and I respect this decision.”

Xehanort listens to this explanation with thoughtfulexpression. His face twists into a frown, and for a moment, Even thinks he’sreached him.

He is wrong.

“You really do parrot his words like a flunky,” Xehanortlaments, and looks Even directly in the eye. “What if I told you that wasn’tthe reason he shut us down?”

“Then you’d be wrong,” Even says simply, not breaking thegaze.

“What if I told you that he shut us down, not because of theexperiments themselves, but because we werebehind them?”

“What’s you point?”

“We didn’t involve him,” Xehanort clarifies, gesturingdramatically with his hands. Yet another habit he’d picked up after the probe.“His students pooled their knowledge, crafted a series of experiments, andcarried them out after hours in secret. And produced results.”

Even’s jaw drops. “I am not listening to this,” he statesand swivels back around. He finds himself unable drown out Xehanort’s continueddrivel, however.

“You are correct in saying Ansem grew afraid. But it wasn’tthe darkness he feared. It was that his students had learned they could unravelthe mysteries of the heart without him. They would make the breakthroughs andtake the credit for the discoveries. Without him.”

“Do you hear yourself right now, Xehanort?” Even yells back.“I would strongly suggest you stop this train of thought right now—

“Look at how he treats you,” Xehanort cuts him off, and thatis the exact moment where Even loses. He turns back around, with a hostileglare, but doesn’t speak. “It couldn’t be more obvious than if he were to, ohfor example, gather up our reports and put his name on them,” Xehanort says.“When we were working on our project, you were invaluable in developing theextraction tools and procedures. And, please, correct me if I’m wrong, but thetechniques we used in our extractions seemed very similar to the ones used inthe procedure on me. Would I be correct in pinning the credit for those to yourname?”

“It was a joint effort,” Even says in a steely voice.

Xehanort sneers in satisfaction for a moment, but then makesa face that is more reminiscent of the pensive boy they’d taken in.

“Even,” he says. “I haven’t yet been here a year, so I knowthere’s much I don’t know about how you run things. However, I think myoutsider’s perspective lets me see some things you don’t. To me, you are agenius researcher with a very strong understanding of the heart, and how toaccess its untold potential. His Lordship,however, seems to think you a mere assistant.”

“How dare—

“Tell me, Even,” Xehanort cuts him off. “Your official titleis researcher is it not? So why do you get tasked with menial chores such aslab prep, data collection, and record keeping. Why are you only supportingAnsem, and not leading your own team, or publishing your own work?”

“Master Ansem recognizes the work I do,” Even hisses. “Don’tact as though you know how things are between us.”

“I am only stating what I have observed,” Xehanort sayssimply. “And that observation is that your true talents are being suppressed bya jealous mentor who would rather have you keeping house and babysitting. Didyou not enjoy the work we were doing ourselves?”

“That is irrelevant to this discussion,” Even’s voice cracksslightly. He will not let Xehanort get to him. “And I hardly see how you’rehelping your own case.”

“I simply want to make sure you get the recognition youdeserve,” Xehanort croons. “Professor.”

Even clenches his jaw but says nothing. He’s done listeningto this nonsense. Xehanort smirks and backs off. “I’ll be in the Chamber ofRepose tonight. You are welcome to join us.”

He walks off, and Even waits until he can longer hear hisfootsteps to turn back around to his report. He’s noting down the observationsfor a timed procedure Ansem had set up earlier.

“Ridiculous,” Even says to no one. Let Xehanort do whateverhe pleases. He’ll have no part in it!

As he resumes his report, there’s a small niggle in his mindabout reporting this brazen insubordination to Master Ansem immediately. It iseasily silenced.

#Kingdom Hearts #kh Even #Even #Xehanort #Fortune's Fanfics #Thank you for the prompt!#sorry for the delay!#.......I hope this is ok? ^^''#I kinda liked this challenge though #that line feels like it should be in a comedy type of fic #but starting a story with it felt very different #so it turned into.....this #Hmm I wonder if there are any prompt memes for ending sentences #you send someone a punchline and they have to lead into it #that would be fun ^^#(on a different what even is the timeline for Apprentice experiments >.> It was simple before X threw a monkey wrench into it x_x)#I like writing Even & Xehanort though. the not-Braig apprentices all seem like decent folk #so I really do wonder how Xehanort convinced them to help out (assuming it was actually willingly)#Anyway thanks again for the prompt!!#I hope you enjoyed reading this #ill probably do another round of editing and toss it on ao3 at some point #exploringcastleoblivion

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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Irked

Title: Irked

Author: lokilover9 Chapter: #23 Rating:Teen

Shandi heard the sliding glass door, saw Loki strut towards the pools diving board and laughed when zoning in on his arse. “Where did you get those, the local sex shop?” ‘What the fuck? There goes my rogue tongue again today.’

Loki stopped and cleared his throat. “I beg your pardon? First we have the ‘doubt of daddy’s identity’ statement in public, now you freely reveal knowledge of a local sex shop. One ‘I’ your spouse, was unaware existed until this moment. Just exactly what kind of woman did I marry, Elizabeth?”

Shandi smirked. “One with secrets.”

“Is that so?” ‘Minx. What are you hiding?’ “Perhaps one day, you’ll share a few.” He dove in and resurfaced nearby. “Until then, I’ve other news.”

Tony initially brushed it off when Shamus’s sons, common law wife’s, surname rang an odd bell. Until bolting from sleep at four am, yelling at Jarvis to call Phil. Several years prior, Obadiah had spoken of reconnecting with an older half brother, from his mother. The siblings eventually had a falling out, but genius Stark remembered the man’s surname. Shamus’s sons wife was that half brothers daughter, confirming a definite link between Shamus and Obadiah. S.H.I.E.L.D. was already watching the couple like hawks, hoping for further leads.

“He must be ecstatic.” Said Shandi. “Are agents being sent here, too?”

“Only for the three day fair. Considering the towns size, Tony believes others spotted tailing any of the O'Donnell’s, risky. Especially with Tanya lurking about. She could inadvertently place Scott on our heels.”

“Great, now she’s a fly in the ointment.”

“Tonys more concerned about your safety than her interference.” Loki didn’t reveal Starks upset when learning of Tanya watching them, but reassured him of keeping Shandi safe.

“He’s become like a protective big brother to me. Like Nat has a sister.”

“Very nice.” ‘How amusing Pet, considering. And educational.’ Secretly aware of Nats true feelings, Shandis comment reinforced their one sidedness, this being her wish for Loki to perceive.

Upon returning from making herself another drink, Loki was doing an underwater lap towards the shallow end. Shandi jumped in merely feet ahead, making him resurface early, triumphantly smiled and gestured towards her stomach. “Tell me the real reason you didn’t previously reveal this option?”

“Alright.” He cooly replied. “However, first things first. Interrupt my laps, will you?” She squealed when he scooped her into his arms and failed an attempt escape. “I think not. Time for a good old fashioned splash and dunk!” Once out, he darted for the deep end and resurfaced again with her clinging to his shoulders.

“You Brat!”

“I wear the title, proudly.”

“Explanation?” She asked, wiping her eyes.

“Right. It’s no secret Tony would’ve preferred anyone but me, to portray Clifford. Assuming being forced to caused greater concern, I didn’t challenge his stipulations. Including your daytime swimming restriction.” Despite the short time Shandi remained in Loki’s arms, a problem began arising. ‘Disobedient cock alert. Think fast.’ He walked to the side and released her.

“Were you concerned I’d tell Tony?” She asked.

“Somewhat. I do understand everyone’s mistrust of me more than they’re aware. In particular, yours.” Loki rose from the water, returned with her drink and sat on the pools edge. “Had I suggested the illusion, you both may have further doubted my intentions for our mission. That must sound absurd, considering my most recent behavior.”

“It’s all good, you apologized.”

“Not for my actions prior to our mission. Do you recall how our conversation ended at the park the other day?”

Butterflies erupted in her stomach. “Yes.”

“When learning you wished to ask if Thor and I believed Midgardians inferior, it struck me how profound the question must be for you.”

“It is. Humans have been questioning life’s existence on other planets for millenniums. Suddenly you guys appear with abilities we’ve only dreamt of possessing and knowledge we’ve barely scratched the surface of. Can you blame us for having questions?”

“Not in the least, yet learning you purposely avoided me, struck harder. However, it’s no wonder as I’ve behaved like an ass since we met.”

‘Wut?’ “On many occasions, you have. I’m curious to know why Loki?”

“I’ve no reason or excuse and you did nothing to provoke or deserve it. The worst part is I caused discomfort in the very place one seeks it most. Where you live. For everything Shandi, I sincerely apologize and hope you may eventually see me in a different light.”

‘Holy shit, Nat was right.’ “That’s very decent of you to admit, Loki. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It was long overdue, as is lunch. Care to dine on the deck? I can barbeque.” Before she replied, he abruptly stiffened with an ear to the fence, took her drink and offered his hands. “Come, quickly! Someone’s driving up the hill.” In seconds, they were inside, door locked and blinds closed. “Remain upstairs until I say otherwise.” He waited until she was out of sight, glanced out the front window and opened the door. “Next time, warn us people?”

Nat whacked him in the gut, stepping in. “Why Mr. Bradshaw, were you up to no good?”

Clint followed. “We did, Cactus.”

Shandi heard their voices and came down. “He’s right, I’ve a text. Both our phones were inside.”

“What’s with the oversized bathing suit?” Asked Nat.

Loki and Shandi eyed each other. “Long story, Kroshka. Let’s have some drinks and I’ll explain.”

“It’s nice you’ve a pool. That storm turned the Hudson muddy and we’re bored as fuck in that little cottage.”

“That’s the only reason you came?” Asked Shandi. “I say we toss them out, Clifford.”

Nat slapped her hard on the ass. “As if.”

“Bitch! That kinda stung.”

“Is it my fault your butts wet? Be grateful I forgot the paddle.” The guys quietly observed as Nat studied her for a moment. “You’ve been drinking coco.”

“Have not.”

“Liar.” Said Loki.

Shandi sighed. “Does your spouse often talk too much Mrs. Shriner?”

Clint had begun eyeing Loki’s trunks. “All you need are some aviator sunglasses, a thick cigar and you’d resemble a cheap porn star.”

Nat started for the kitchen. “Ya think, Mrs. Bradshaw?”

“Really though dude, what’s with the lips? You order those trunks from an online sex shop, for some reason?”

“No, but apparently there’s one in town which no doubt, my wife learned of through yours Gus.”

“Way to go, Ella. What did you break or run out of this time?”

“Not me, baby cakes. ‘We?’”

Clint grinned. “Oh yeah, that was fun.”

“What? And you laughed at me for…” Shandi froze, eyes widened at Nat from almost referencing her broken vibrators.

Loki gestured she continue. “Please wife, don’t leave us hanging.”

“Forrr…laughing because I’d never been to one.”

“You lied about going to Manhattan’s largest sex shop alone?” Asked Clint.

“No, she went too.” Nat smiled when Shandi gave her the stink eye. “Sorry, beautiful, I had to tell. He was out of town and went all pouty about it on skype.”

“I wasn’t pouty.” Said Clint.

Nat ignored him. “Don’t worry, I never mentioned your purchases.”

“What?! Because there weren’t any, remember? I only went to accompany you!”

A sly smile curled on Nats lips. “Okay true, but you did inspect a few things.”

“Imagine that.” Said Loki. “Two of earth’s finest super heroes, avidly exploring their perversions. Excellent blackmail material. Don’t you think Mr. Shriner?”

“Yeah, but I’d have to catch them first, Bradshaw.”

Shandi smirked, reaching for some glasses. “Ice for your drinks, people?”

“Sure darlin,’ you know it.”

Loki observed the rooms hubbub in silence. ‘A goal you shall never see to fruition, Clint. They were magnificent to behold, yet I send my condolences in silence. To love a woman and possess only a fragment of her heart is a cruelty none should endure.’ His hands rubbed together. “Right. Now that refreshments are settled, burgers anyone?”

Nat and surprisingly Clint were fine with Loki’s minor illusion and agreed Stark should remain oblivious. How Clint may respond to Loki and Shandis evolving affections was a conversation the ladies still needed to have. Nat learned just how much, when something peaked his curiosity. They’d come prepared, granted a welcome to stay overnight and brought their bag upstairs. So he’d behave, Nat had him change in the spare bedroom and her in Shandis. He waited at the hall window with a clear view of Loki tending the BBQ, as Shandi approached with some buns. She turned to leave, hesitated, then stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. Clint couldn’t hear her words, but the way they looked at each other and the smile on Loki’s face when she walked away, left him overly curious.

“You coming baby cakes, or admiring the forest?”

“Do you think he’s trying to seduce her?”

“What?”

“Shandi just kissed him.”

Nat played dumb. “Are you fucking kidding me? Like really kissed?”

“On the cheek, but still.”

“Interesting. They do seem to be getting along better which no doubt, makes living together easier.”

“He was warned the day we arrived, Nat.”

She stopped on the second step. “I know and Shandis not naive. I think you’re making something out of nothing. There’s a clean and heated pool outside with our names on it. Are you coming or not?”

Clint followed. “If he touches her, Tony will fucking kill him.”

After the kiss, Shandi had taken a moment to straighten and quickly tidy the cushions of two extra lounge chairs. She was heading back inside, a dustpan brush tucked beneath her arm, empty glass in hand and overheard Clints words when reaching the screen door. The glass smashed to the pavement as Nat appeared in view and to hide her discomfort, Shandi hastily squatted to pick up the pieces. Loki asked if she were alright as Nat and Clint went to her aid.

“Geez guys, I haven’t broken a limb, I…uh oh.” Blood rapidly dripped onto the ground from her left hand and Clint grabbed a dish towel as Nat helped her up. “Where’s your Bandaids, woman?”

“In my bathroom.”

“Go get cleaned up.” Said Clint. “I’ll deal with this.”

Nat closed the bedroom door. “We need to talk.”

Shandi ran cold water over the wound. “I heard Clints threat.”

“Oh beautiful. Is that why you dropped the glass?”

“Yeah.”

“He witnessed your kiss through the window.” Shandi revealed why it occurred and Nat smiled. “I told you Loki’s trying to make amends. I’ll tell Clint ASAP, but stay acting professional in his presence. Obviously he won’t accept anything that happens between you two.”

“Dammit Nat. If I’d have switched places with you, this never would’ve happened.”

“True, things could be worse.”

“How?”

“You’d keep liking Loki, but be even bitchier in his presence, unable to comprehend why the hell he didn’t like you.”

Shandi chuckled. “I suppose.”

“Stay put.”

“Where are you going?”

“To prevent Cactus being questioned, before I get to Cupid. Keep running water on that.”

“Hey, can you bring me another coco?” No response. “Guess not.”

With Clint in the main floor bathroom, Nat had a chance to approach Loki outside. “Listen I’ll explain why later, but keep things with Shandi more professional around him.”

His brow arched. “Alright.”

“And how’s your magic on hindering a bleed? Baby cakes and I need a few minutes alone.”

Loki found Shandi with her hand still beneath the tap. “Nat said you wanted another drink?”

“Hey, bonus.”

“Going down smoothly are they?”

She took an extended sip. “Yep. They’re so yummy.”

Loki smirked. “May I take a look?”

Nat lured Clint outside and fabricated the truth a little. “Don’t repeat this because I was told in confidence without even asking about the kiss.” She explained Loki’s apology and he was dumbfounded. “Shandi hadn’t an opportunity to thank him before we arrived and that’s what you witnessed, so relax.”

“Are you sure she was talking about Cactus?”

“Clint.”

“Okay, I’m relaxing.”

Loki finally made the bleeding stop and inspected the long and rather deep cut into the fatty tissue beneath her right pinky. “How did you manage this?”

“Lost my balance when squatting. Just my oafiness I guess.”

“Shandi. I only meant that to tease. Were you offended?”

“Nah, I kinda knew already. Friends used to say I’m like a bull in a china store.”

“I would disagree and argue your aim precise. Had I not possessed magic, I’d have gained some decent bruises from your book attack. Deservedly so, mind you.”

She smiled and indulged further in her drink. Loki believed it the reason she wasn’t experiencing pain.

“Fortunately, the wound is superficial. I can close it and temporarily numb any tenderness if you wish?”

“Really? Wow, yes please.”

“Understand that doesn’t mean it’s healed, so you’ll need to keep it clean and bandaged.”

“Does this mean I can’t go back in the pool again today?”

He smiled at her pout. “I can solve that problem too.” When done, he magicked a waterproof glove onto her hand that matched the pattern on his shorts.

Shandi eyed it and cackled. “Oh lord.” Then she finished her drink. “Thanks Loki.”

“No problem. Come, your burger is getting cold.”

Upon spotting Nat and Clint outside, Shandi darted out the door and waved her gloved hand on her way to the pool. “Look guys! Now I’m a cheap porn star too!” She jumped in and everyone laughed.

Nat then quietly addressed Loki. “How many cocos and mango has she had?”

“Three.”

They all observed Shandi attempt the backstroke and roll onto her side.

“On an empty stomach?”

“You knew?”

Loki noticed Clint smirking as Nat replied. “Yes. No more until she eats.”

“Why not?”

“Does the word handful mean anything to you?”

“Should it?”

Nat and Clint replied in unison. “Yes.”

Shandi stepped out of the pool. “Yes, to what guys?”

“Lunch. Aren’t you hungry?” Asked Clint.

Nat stiffened as Shandi plunked herself into her lap, squeezed her hair over her tits and grinned. “Yep. I could eat.”

‘Not her you won’t, Pet.’ “I’ll get right on it.” Said Loki. Clint offered help and he accepted.

Once they were inside Shandi pinched her cheek. “He kissed me today and damn it was hot.”

Nat covered her mouth. “Shhh. What did we just talk about?” She drew her hand away when Shandi bit her finger. “Beautiful.”

“What?”

“Clint can’t know.”

Shandi devilishly smiled. “About us or Loki?”

“Neither, now keep your voice down and please get off before I can’t feel my legs?”

“I’d like to get off.” Shandi whispered. “Until I fuck Loki, why don’t you take me upstairs and make me?”

Nat made her sit on another chair. “Enjoy the sun a minute. I need another drink.”

“Me too, Natskies.”

“Sure thing.” ‘Fuck, woman. Of all the times for coco to bring out your inner slut.’ She closed the kitchen door. “Give me something. Anything.” Clint held up a jar of pickles and Nat gave him a look. “Think again and she needs a virgin on the rocks.” She grabbed a plate of sliced vegetables off the island and left.

“Dare I ask, Cupid?”

Plates in hand, he went for the door. “It means straight mango juice and ice.”

“Easy enough, hang on. Why the avid concern of Shandi indulging in coco?”

Clint stepped out and winked. “Just keep her away from the pickles.”

That comment made Loki devise a plan. He’d keep a watchful eye over everyone this evening, eavesdrop on his guests conversations as previously intended and assure they had much to drink. Especially Clint. Sleep would undoubtedly claim him first and with Shandis intake easy to monitor, her second. That would leave him and Nat whom he presently eyed. “Hopefully the explanation behind Shandi and those pickles isn’t too outlandish, Kroshka. Regardless, we will talk. We will definitely talk.”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #Irked #chapter 23 #lokilover9

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thewritenerd · 4 years ago

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Victor and Adam: NaNoWriMo Day 28

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The next morning at breakfast Victor waited for Adam to say something about the night before. But he went about his day as if nothing had happened. Victor wasn’t sure if he was relieved by this or not. When he’d finished eating he folded up his paper and stood up. ‘Oh before I forget Dr Ramaker’s coming round for lunch.’ Justine swallowed a half chewed piece of toast. How she didn’t choke he had no idea. ‘You aren’t still friends with Ratmaker.’ Adam frowned at her. ‘That’s not a very nice thing to call him.’ He scolded. ‘Adam.’ Victor warned. Then he turned to Justine. ‘He recently got back in touch with me with a, business proposal. I turned him down and well he thought he’d use the visit as a chance to extend an olive branch regardless.’ Justine scoffed. ‘After what he did he’d need to extend the whole tree if it was me. And even then I’d have to be in a really, really good mood.’ ‘What did he do?’ Adam asked. He looked to Justine who looked at Victor with her I’m not telling them face. Victor sighed. ‘When we were younger, about Justine’s age. The two of us went to college together. Both studying science. Anyway we did a lot of experiments together. But I also liked to do things apart. For some reason Ramaker couldn’t accept that. One day he snuck into the lab got out my experiment and tried to, improve it.’ He said the last part through gritted teeth. ‘What was the experiment?’ Adam asked. Victor shook his head. ‘I was trying to see if I could splice mushroom DNA into other plants so they’d grow at the same rate.’ Adam nodded and for a moment Victor could have sworn he looked impressed. ‘So what happened? After Dr Ramaker intervened.’ ‘I’m not sure what he did but the next day someone found the science room covered in mushrooms. The whole room, including several other experiments were completely ruined. Of course I got the blame because it was my experiment. I confronted Ramaker and he confessed but wouldn’t admit it to the professors. And since I had no proof beyond a private conversation there was no way they’d believe me. I ended up getting a temporary suspension, meaning I could replay the next year.’ ‘But you never did.’ Justine cut in. ‘You ran off and hid yourself away in this old castle.’ ‘And I’ve achieved more in this castle then I would ever have at that place.’ ‘Yeah I suppose you did.’ Justine agreed looking at Adam who didn’t seem to notice.

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Ramaker arrived at 11:45 a little earlier than planned. ‘Victor! How lovely to invite me. Oh and is this little Justine. My she has grown.’ He held his hand out which she took begrudgingly. Then Ramaker turned to Adam. ‘Adam my boy. How are you? I heard about your arm terrible thing to happen. Here.’ He reached into his bag and pulled out a gift bag. ‘A little get well present from me. It’s not much but well it’s the thought that counts.’ Adam took the bag in his good hand. ‘Well shall we go somewhere where you can open it?’ Ramaker asked. ‘We can sit in the living room until lunch is ready.’ Victor replied. The living room was not a room Victor frequented. It was a rather dark room, with it’s dark red walls, dark wood floor and small windows. The sofas which, were a dark grey leather, sat in a u shape so no matter where you sat you could see the tv. The chandelier hung so low Adam had to duck under it on his way across the room. He sat on the sofa at the far end of the room. Ramaker sat close to him while Victor and Justine sat in the sofa facing him. Setting the bag down Adam reached in and pulled out a comic book. ‘It’s about a girl who’s an inventor. Who invents a new way to travel through space. But something goes wrong and she ends up getting trapped in another universe.’ Ramaker explained. Adam nodded. ‘Thank you.’ He said as he began to flip through the pages. ‘Why are there so many pictures?’ he asked. ‘It’s a comic.’ Justine replied. ‘They tell their stories mostly thorough pictures and dialog.’ Adam nodded and continued to flick through. ‘So how have you been Justine, didn’t know you were visiting?’ ‘I’m staying here for a few months. Until I go off to college.’ Ramaker raised an eyebrow. ‘Never had you down as a college girl.’ He commented. ‘Well I’ve applied to two of the top three colleges in the country. And before you get snarky I did it on teacher recommendation.’ ‘So what are you studying?’ he asked. ‘Law.’ This stopped Ramaker in his tracks and even Victor had to do a double take. ‘I’m going to be a lawyer. Not entirely sure what kind. Maybe Criminal or Medical Mal Practice. I’ll have to see what grabs me as I study.’ ‘And if you don’t get in?’ Victor asked. ‘Well I’ve applied for some smaller colleges just in case. And if it turns out to not be for me well I have a couple of things on the backburner. But I doubt I’ll need them.’ Victor stared at his little sister not sure what to say. Everyone used to joke she was the black sheep of the family. A wild child whose best chance of success would be by being a model. And here she was talking about being a lawyer of all things. Victor was about to say something when Igor came in. ‘Lunch is served sirs and mam.’ They made their way to the dinning room where Igor had set out plates of sandwiches, and bowls of salad and pasta. ‘It looks amazing Igor.’ Justine commented as she sat down. ‘Yes you’ve really done a good job.’ Ramaker agreed. Igor gave them both a small nod though Victor could tell he was more pleased than he was letting on. He set about pouring everyone their drinks as they all helped themselves to the food. Adam took up his usual role as the one who kept the conversation going asking Justine about the colleges she’d applied for. When that topic had run dry Ramaker spoke. ‘So what about you Adam? Are you going to college? When you finish school?’ Adam frowned and looked over to Victor for an answer. ‘I wanted to see how he did at school before we started talking about such things. But I would like Adam to go to a college.’ Dr Ramaker nodded. ‘Any idea what you’d like to study if you do?’ he asked Adam. ‘I’m not sure.’ ‘Well what do you like to do?’ Justine asked. ‘That’s a good place to start. Or what kind of job could you see yourself doing in the future?’ Adam shrugged. ‘I like inventing. But I don’t think they do courses in that.’ Victor shook his head. ‘No but you could study engineering, or business. Both would help. But as I said you’ve got to finish school first so let’s not worry.’ Then there’s the matter of where he goes, he thought. If he went somewhere local he could stay living at home, which depending on his development may be necessary. ‘Victor didn’t choose his degree until the day he sent his application.’ Justine explained. ‘He knew he wanted to do science but couldn’t pick which kind.’ ***

After they’d finished their dessert, Igor had baked a coffee cake, The three adults went to the drawing room for tea. Adam asked if he could be excused, which Victor agreed to. Without him though a dark cloud seemed to form in the air. Justine made no effort to be pleasant to Justine and while she didn’t insult him she did glower at him and refuse to speak. Ramaker seemed unfazed by this. Choosing to talk to Victor and completely ignore her. An arrangement that they may have both been fine with but left Victor in a rather awkward position of being stuck in a one on one on two on one conversation which proved to be very difficult to get his head around. At one point Ramaker asked if he could use the bathroom. In his absence Victor almost begged Justine to just try and be civil. It wasn’t like Victor had a lot of friends to pick from. But he knew there was no point, she was as stubborn as they came. When the time came for Ramaker to leave to say he was relieved would have been understatement. He bid goodbye to Justine who returned the statement in a curt manner. Victor flashed her a warning look before leaving to look for Adam. The two men found him in the living room poking around the fireplace for some reason. Victor wanted to ask what he was doing but Ramaker cut in before he could speak. After they’d said their farewells Victor took Ramaker to the front door. ‘Thank you so much for having me.’ He said as he pulled on his dark blue jacket. ‘I hope Adam enjoys the books.’ Victor nodded. ‘I’m sure he will.’ As soon as Ramaker was walking down the front steps he shut the door and made his way to his office. There he made his way over to the whiteboards where he began to write. The conversation over breakfast had given him an idea. So lost in his work it would be several days before he noticed the drawer of his desk was unlocked.

Adam

Inventing with one arm, Adam decided, wasn’t easy. In fact at times it seemed near impossible. Several times he had to hold something in his mouth resulting in sore gums and in one case black teeth. This got him in a fair bit of trouble from Igor who lectured him on the possibility of poisoning himself. Eventually he realised he would have to give up on finishing his invention for Dr Ramaker for the foreseeable future. This put him in a bad mood which everyone seemed to pick up on. ‘Maybe someone could help you?’ Maram had suggested. She and Oscar had started time with Adam, Chelsea and Nate in school. Outside of school it was still mostly just the three of them and Shreya split her time between them and her other friends. ‘I could do it.’ Nate volunteered. Adam shook his head. ‘Maybe for other things but not this. This is private.’ Chelsea raised an eyebrow. ‘Like we’d be able to tell what it is. Okay maybe Marie and Pierre over there would but the rest of us wouldn’t have a clue.’ Oscar shook his head. ‘Doubt it. I’m useless at mechanics.’ Maram nodded. ‘He really is. I have to fix his bike every time it breaks.’ ‘You good with bikes?’ Nate asked. ‘Cause mine’s bust.’ Maram nodded. ‘Bikes, boards, cars. My parents run a garage. Mum also buys old bangers to sell and insists I help her fix them up.’

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jugxbets · 7 years ago

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Archie's Little Sister: Chapter Four

A/N: guyssss, plsssss lmk what you guys think! maybe suggest what i should do for the next chapter? i’m really liking how this is going so far!

Warnings: cursing(obviii), mentions of sex, again, statutory rape(fuck grundy), slight self harm(thoughts), angssstttt and an asshole Archie

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“The Last Picture Show”

Archie and Fred were getting ready to go to Ms. Grundy’s performance.

Alex was in the kitchen having a snack when Fred walked in.

“You sure you don’t wanna go?” Fred asked, pouring some coffee for himself.

“Yeah, dad.” She assured him. “I don’t even know her like Archie does anyway.”

Fred nodded.

“Why do you even wanna go?” She scoffed.

“I just want to get to know her.” He shrugged.

“Ew, dad, please don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for this woman.” Alex desperately said.

Fred laughed. “My dating days are over.”

Alex narrowed her eyes. “I’m sure.”

Fred sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want to come? We were gonna go to Pop’s right after.”

Alex groaned loudly. “Yes, dad! I was gonna stop there later tonight anyway.”

Fred narrowed his eyes. “You’ve got a date with someone i don’t know about?”

Alex bursted out laughing. “No! I’m just going with Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead.”

Fred shrugged. “Alright. Be careful.”

Alex nodded.

Archie came down.

“You ready, dad?” Archie asked. He seemed filled with dread.

Fred nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go, son.”

“Bye, guys.” Alex waved.

They walked out.

She did nothing for the rest of the day. The weekend was always her favorite.

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The gang met up at Pop’s. Jughead had already been there.

He looked upset.

When they got to their usual booth, they noticed and asked.

“The Drive-In closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale. No, forget Riverdale, in the coffin of the American dream.” Jughead began ranting.

Jughead was on the window side of the booth, while Betty was on the other side. Veronica and Kevin sat across them, with Alex in the middle.

Betty seemed out of it. Alex was into what Jughead was talking about. Veronica didn’t seem to care. Kevin was only half-listening.

“As the godfather of indie cinema, Quentin Tarantino, likes to say..” Jughead continued.

“Please, God,” Kevin interrupted. “no more Quentin Tarantino references.”

“What?” Jughead snapped. “I’m pissed.”

Alex slightly nodded.

“And not just about losing my job. The Twilight Drive-In should mean something to us. People should be trying to save it.” Jughead continued.

“The Twilight Drive-In does mean a lot to me, too, Jug, if that helps.” Alex tried to be on the same page as him. “I’ll help you save it.”

Jughead glared at her, which he didn’t mean to. He thought she was just trying to make him feel better. But nothing could at the moment.

She rolled her eyes.

“In this age of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car?” Veronica argued. “I mean, who even goes there?”

“People who want to buy crack.” Kevin responded.

“And cinephiles, and car enthusiasts.” Jughead added to Kevin’s response. “Right, Bets?”

Betty snapped out of her thoughts. “Totally.”

Alex could tell they were just making Jughead angrier.

“It’s not just about that, though, Ronnie. Jughead is losing his job. And come on, we use to hang down there a lot when we were kids. It hurts. Jug has the right to be pissed.” Alex defended him.

“Thank you!” Jughead exclaimed.

Alex smiled.

“Anyway, its closing the town owns it but didn’t invest in it.” Jughead said in disbelief. “So when an anonymous buyer made Mayor McCoy an offer, she couldn’t refuse..”

Veronica cocked up an eyebrow.

“Anonymous buyer?” She interrupted once again. “What do they have to hide? No one cares.”

Alex cringed at her words.

“I do!” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows.

Alex sighed. “So do i, V.”

“Also, you guys should all come to closing night.” Jughead mentioned.

Everyone nodded as they sipped on their drinks.

“I’m thinking American Graffiti. Or is that too obvious?” Jughead brainstormed.

Veronica made a suggestion. “I vote for anything starring Audrey Hepburn. or Cate Blanchett.”

“Or The Talented Mr. Ripley.” Kevin added.

“Why not Rosemary’s Baby?” Alex also suggested.

They nodded like they agreed.

“That’s a good one.” Veronica said.

“Betty, your choices?” Kevin asked her, snapping her out of her thoughts once again.

“Everything okay, B?” Veronica asked.

“Yeah, i’m just thinking. Um…” Betty didn’t hesitate to respond. “Maybe Rebel Without a Cause?” she smiled.

Jughead smirked at her.

Alex saw and it made something inside of her burn. She didn’t want to believe that she was actually jealous so she ignored it.

“Agreed.” Alex sighed with a smile.

Veronica’s mom came to our table to serve us our food.

Veronica thanked her and she walked away.

Alex and Veronica watched her walk to Cheryl’s table.

“Be sure to put all that cash in the register…” They overheard Cheryl say.

Veronica reacted quick and stood up.

Alex overheard what Veronica’s mom said to Cheryl and snickered.

Veronica returned back to their booth.

Then the heard the door bell chime.

“Now that’s an odd combo of people.” Kevin pointed out.

Everyone glanced to look at them. It was Fred, Archie, and Ms. Grundy.

Alex scoffed.

“What the hell?” Her brows furrowed.

Betty got ready to get to over there. Jughead noticed and started panicking. Alex was confused.

“I’ll be right back.” Betty simply said and got up.

“No, Betty.” Jughead said as he tried to stop her. “No. Don’t..”

“Wait, what’s happening?” Kevin finally asked.

“Yeah, Jug?” Alex questioned looking at him.

They watched Betty walk with Archie outside.

Jughead start nibbling in his fingertips out of anxiety.

Alex was beyond confused. They all looked through the window and watched them talk.

“Should i..?” Alex asked, almost getting up.

“No, don’t!” Jughead said, almost warning her.

“Okay…?” She trailed off as she sat back down.

“What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me?” Veronica began.

Alex scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Jughead peeked outside and cringed.

“I have a strong inkling,… and no.” he said with furrowed brows. “Also, i’d let it go.” he suggested.

“Yes, but you’re you, and i’m me.” Veronica sighed dramatically. “You do you, girl.”

Alex sighed. “Find out and let me know.”

Jughead scoffed.

“I’ll be back.” She grabbed her bag as she got up and walked outside.

“What was it like before she got here?” Kevin asked.

Jughead grabbed an onion ring and shoved it in his mouth as he looked out the window.

“I honestly cannot remember.” Kevin continued.

“Me neither.” Alex admitted.

Kevin decided to go to the bathroom. Alex slid out of the booth for him to go.

She sighed as she saw him walk into the men’s room.

She sat down but slid into Jughead’s side.

“I understand why you’re mad, Jug.” Alex said. “We can try to save it though. You and me.” She smiled.

He sighed. “What’s the point?”

His attention was towards the window.

She put her head on his shoulder. “I know you. You’re not going to be at peace if you don’t at least try. So let’s try.” She shrugged.

He finally looked at her and smiled.

“What would i do without you?” He put his arm around her and rested his head on hers.

“You’d be lost.” Alex chuckled.

He did too. She glanced out the window. She saw Archie get very tense.

“Okay, seriously, what is going on? Why has Betty been acting weird all evening?” She looked up at him.

He shrugged. “No clue.”

Alex narrowed her eyes. “I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me..”

Jughead tensed. She felt him.

“It’s nothing.” He looked away.

She shrugged. “Whatever.”

Jughead and Alex stayed in their position for a while.

Until Kevin came out and slid into where he was, completely oblivious about interrupting.

“I’m craving a burger now.” Kevin said.

Jughead and Alex broke of their connection as soon as he came.

They glanced out the window and saw Betty leave.

“Looks like Mama Cooper didn’t think so..” Kevin trailed off.

Alex shook her head. she was still confused but decided not to ask.

“Shall i call Mrs. Lodge over? I want a burger too.” Jughead suggested.

“Same.” Alex shrugged.

They called her over and ordered what they wanted.

Then Archie and Veronica came back in. Archie went back to the booth his dad and Ms. Grundy were in.

Veronica sighed as she took her seat again.

Alex waited for her to tell her what happened. She was about to but she glanced at Jughead who was shaking his head.

“U-uh, nothing happened..” Veronica stammered.

Alex narrowed her eyes.

“Okay, guys, seriously, what the hell?” Alex asked with her eyebrows furrowed.

Jughead sighed.

“Just don’t worry about it.” Veronica tried her best to distract Alex from it.

Alex scoffed.

They all ate their meals and headed back home.

Alex didn’t wait for her dad and Archie since they still had to take Grundy home.

Jughead took her home.

“Do you mind staying with me? At least until my dad and Archie get back?” Alex asked him while they walked.

He was hesitant. “I don’t know, Alex…”

“Come on, you can sleep over. it’ll be like old times!” Alex said with a smile.

He sighed. “Fine, i guess.”

She laughed. “you know you want to.”

“Yeah, alright, i said yes.” He chuckled.

She smiled.

They got home.

They walked into the house, closing the door behind them.

“Do you want a snack or anything?” Alex asked, locking the door and throwing her hoodie in the couch.

Jughead chuckled. “You know me so well.”

Alex smiled. “What do you mean?” She asked like she didn’t know.

“You asked me if i wanted a snack after we just ate like five burgers.” Jughead smirked.

Alex laughed. “well yeah.”

“But i’ll take a snack.” He took her up on her offer.

“Alright, you can wait for me upstairs.” Alex said walking into the kitchen.

He climbed the stairs and waited in her room.

She popped some popcorn and got some potato chips with some canned sodas. She didn’t bother to open or pour the popcorn into a bowl.

She carried everything in her arms and went upstairs.

She got to her room and dumped everything on the bed. Jughead had already made himself at home. He was sprawled out on her bed.

“I’ll go see if Archie has any pajama pants you can borrow. He won’t mind.” She assured him.

He nodded as he began eating the snacks.

She went to Archie’s room and looked through his drawers. She saw some that were awfully familiar and smiled.

“Yeah, he shouldn’t mind since these are yours.” She tossed them to him as she walked back in.

Jughead chuckled.

Alex started getting ready for bed.

She got out an oversized “Led Zepplin” t shirt that used to belong to her dad.

Jughead was laying on the bed, watching her and eating the snacks.

“Your room looks very different.” He pointed out as he looked around.

Alex chuckled. She was taking off her makeup at her vanity.

“Yeah, it’s not pink anymore. I don’t know why Forest Green has been so aesthetically pleasing to me lately.” She shrugged and continued to take her makeup off.

“I get it.” Jughead shrugged.

When Alex was done she got up and lifted her shirt up with both arms and took it off.

Jughead panicked and turn away. “What are you doing?”

Alex chuckled as she took her bra off.

“Calm down, you’ve seen me naked before.” she shrugged.

“When we were kids, Alex!” He put his hand over his eyes.

“It’s the same thing, Jug.” Alex giggled, taking her time to put her t shirt on. “It’s not like i’ve got much to show.”

He swore she was trying to kill him.

“Not really, Alex, seeing as your body has developed.” He unintentionally pointed out.

She rolled her eyes and finally put the shirt on.

“You can look now.” She assured him.

And he did. He was still in shock. She laughed.

Alex went back to her vanity to brush her hair out.

“That’s a first.” Alex admitted, looking at him through her mirror.

“What do you mean?” Jughead carefully asked.

She scoffed. “No one has ever reacted like that.”

He was shocked. “You’ve taken your shirt off in front of other guys before?”

Alex shrugged. “Yeah, and let me tell you, they were not impressed.”

Jughead’s eyes softened.

“It’s whatever, though, i get it. I don’t have much to show off. i could probably use a boob job.” She shrugged as she continued to brush her hair.

“Don’t, Alex..” Jughead stopped himself.

She stopped and turned around to look at him.

“What?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“You don’t need anything. You’re.. fine.” Jughead held himself back from using the ‘perfect.’

She tilted her head. “You think so?”

He turned to the snacks and his face turned pink.

“Totally.” He blandly said as he ate some popcorn.

She smiled. she got up and took her jeans off, along with her shoes.

“Oh, i don’t wear any pants to bed, so…” She let him know.

He shrugged. “You wear very short skirts, anyway.”

She smiled as she sat on the other side of her bed. “i suppose.”

“Alright,” He said as he got up. “I’m going to get changed.”

He got up and tried walking out.

“Where are you going?” Alex asked, concerned.

“To the bathroom. Wanna come?” Jughead sarcastically asked.

She smiled. “Maybe i do.”

He scoffed. “In your wildest dreams, Andrews.”

He walked off down the hall and into the bathroom.

It wasn’t long until he came back.

Alex had moved the junk food out of the way and got under the sheets, leaving the left side to Jughead.

“Uh, i’m not sleeping in the bed with you, am i?” Jughead stammered.

Alex glared at him. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no! it’s just, is it appropriate?” Jughead carefully asked.

She scoffed. “it’s not like we’re gonna do anything.”

He nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

He switched the light off and got into bed with her. Her bed was small so they were pretty close to each other.

They both looked up at the ceiling. It was awkward.

“I hope Fred isn’t too mad that i stayed over.” Jughead suddenly said.

Alex chuckled. “I texted him. I told him i didn’t want to be alone. He’s actually thankful you’re staying with me.”

Jughead scoffed. “Well, any time, i guess.”

“Hey, did Dilton Doiley ever stop by the office? i completely forgot about that.” She chuckled.

Jughead gulped. “No, he never showed.”

“Hmph.” Alex responded.

She changed the subject.

“So, what’s going on with you and Betty?” Alex asked, afraid of the answer.

He let out a big sigh. “Same as before. Nothing.”

She was a little relieved but she felt bad for him.

“And the other girl?”

“Well, it’s a bit complicated.” He shrugged.

She nudged him. “Tell me about it.”

“No, not right now anyway. Let’s just get some sleep, it’s a school night.” He said, looking at her.

She didn’t look back at him. Her eyes were at the ceiling.

“okay.” she whispered.

He sighed. They both began to close their eyes. Eventually, they fell asleep.

——————————————————————————

It was morning. Alex was the first to wake up. She let out small groans as her eyes were fluttering open.

The first thing she noticed was something poking her waist. She assumed it was Jughead’s elbow, considering the position he was in. She put her hand under sheets to try and move it, only to find out it wasn’t his elbow.

Her eyes widened as she touched his morning wood, not his elbow.

She accidentally stroked it, causing a moan to come from his lips.

She gasped softly and quickly snatched her hand away.

She stirred as she tried to wake him up without having to tell him. His dick was still pressed against her so he kept moaning softly.

She didn’t know whether to be turned on by that or shocked.

Eventually, she woke him up.

“Jug.” She whispered.

Jug sighed. “Hm?”

He opened his eyes and met hers. He smiled.

“Good morning.” He closed his eyes again.

She swore she almost died. His sleepy voice was the best.

“Uh, Jug, i think a certain someone woke up before you..” She hinted.

“Who?” His brows furrowed while he kept his eyes closed.

She smirked and put her hand under the sheets again.

She brushed it ever so slightly, causing his eyes to fly open as he jumped up.

“This.” she grinned.

“Oh, God.” His face turned bright red.

He took her hand off of him. He crossed his legs and he turned around so his back was facing her.

“I’m sorry, Alex.” He began to apologize.

She chuckled. “It’s okay. It happens.”

“No, it is not okay. It’s not gonna go away for a while.” Jughead stammered.

“Well, what do you usually do, jerk it off?” Alex casually asked.

“Jesus, Alex..” He trailed off as her buried his face into the pillow he was on.

“I can help if you want.” She offered. She knew she was getting to him.

“What? Are you insane?” Jughead muttered.

She laughed. “A little.”

He sighed.

“You can do it if you want.” She shrugged.

“No, just distract me.” Jughead desperately said.

All he could think about was her. How she wasn’t wearing any pants. The little red lace panties she was wearing. How she looked when she took off her shirt last night. It was only making him harder.

“What do i say? If anything, i’ll just make you harder.” She teased.

“I’ll say.” Jughead blurted out.

She smirked. He got embarrassed all over again. He groaned.

“Well,” She said as she sat up. “If you won’t let me help you, the least i can do is go shower while you take care of that.”

Great. Now all he can think about is her naked. The hot water running over her fit, petite body.

He sighed. “You can go but i won’t be taking care of it.”

“I think you should.” She finally got up and started looking for her clothes. “You can get blue balls.”

He laughed. “I’ll suffer then.”

“Your call.” Was the last thing she said before walking off and going into the bathroom.

30 minutes later, she went back into her room.

“Are you flaccid now?” She teased.

He chuckled with his face still buried into the pillow.

“Yep.”

She chuckled. She went to go sit by him.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” She said, rubbing his shoulders. “i’m sure if i had a dick, it’s be just as hard for you.”

He looked up at her. “I hate you.”

“I’m so sure.” She mocked him. “Come on, i think i heard my dad cooking.”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

She lead them downstairs.

Archie saw Jughead and was surprised.

“Jughead? What are you doing here?”

“Good morning, Archie. Mr. Andrews.” He greeted.

They greeted him back.

“He stayed the night.” Alex said as she ate some bacon.

“With you?” Archie asked.

She nodded.

“I hope you guys didn’t sleep in the same bed.” Fred hopefully said.

She shook her head.

“I didn’t see him in the couch.” Fred narrowed his eyes.

Jughead got anxious.

“He slept on the floor. I didn’t want to be alone last night, okay?” Alex said as she stuffed some more bacon in her mouth.

“This will be the last time, Alex.” Fred warned her. “Jughead?”

Jughead nodded. “Of course, Mr. Andrews.”

“What’s the big deal?” Alex asked. “It wasn’t a problem when we were kids.”

“Yeah, well, you guys were kids. That’s the difference.” Fred said as he made her and Jughead a plate.

“Okay, well, we’re just friends so it’s cool.” She assured him.

Archie wasn’t buying it. Jughead was too hungry to care. So was Alex.

“We better hurry if we wanna make it to school on time.” Alex said to both boys.

They ate pretty quick and went back upstairs.

Jughead jumped into the shower while Alex got ready for school.

She brushed her hair out. She turned on her hair straightener. Once it was hot enough, she began to straighten her hair. It took her about 20 minutes.

Jughead was out by then. All he did was put his beanie on his head and called it a day.

He watched Alex put on her makeup. He was mesmerized.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Alex teased as she put on some of her favorite lipstick.

He chuckled. “Maybe i will.”

She scoffed and rubbed her lips together.

She got up and looked for her clothes to wear.

“Gee, is this going to take another hour? We’re gonna be late.” He teased.

She went through her closet and observed every piece of clothing she took out.

“You can go if you want.” Alex shrugged.

“Nah.” Jughead laid down on her bed and sprawled himself out.

She chuckled. “Then don’t complain.”

Archie walked into her room.

“You almost done?” Archie agitatedly asked.

“Yeah, i’m just looking for something to wear.” She shrugged.

He rolled his eyes. “Hurry up.”

She flipped him off, but she didn’t take her eyes off of the clothes she was observing.

She decided to go with a black, oversized neck crew sweater tucked inside her gray plaid skirt. She paired it with her fishnet stockings and some Doc Martens.

Jughead made sure not to look at her while she got dressed.

“okay, i’m ready.” She said as she took another look in the mirror.

She ran her finger across her bottom lip.

“Finally.” Jughead stood up.

She grabbed her bag as they headed out. Archie heard them and got up to follow.

They let their dad know they were leaving and headed out.

Jughead said he’d meet them at school since he needed to get his back pack from his house.

They said okay and continued to walk to school.

They arrived.

Everything went smoothly for the most part.

Alex stopped by the Blue and Gold office. Betty seemed to be in a rush.

“Hey, what’s up?” Alex asked Betty.

Betty gathered some papers and a clipboard.

“I’m sorry, Alex, I’d love to stay and chat but i have to go interview Grundy for an article right now. See you.” She walked out.

“Okay..” Alex said as she walked out behind her.

She shrugged, not thinking too much about what she was doing.

She went to the Student’s Lounge instead.

She walked in on Kevin ranting about how it’s the quintessential rite of passage, where you have to make out with your significant other at the movies.

Alex snickered. “No, it’s really not.”

She went to sit down across Veronica.

He sighed as he threw himself on the bigger couch.

“Why don’t we all go together?” Veronica suggested. “I can’t promise you any action, but maybe i’ll bring you good luck.”

Alex nodded. “I’m in.”

“Great. Another night. Another hag.”

Alex and Veronica started laughing.

“Speaking of hags..” Cheryl walked into the room. “Veronica, It’s so devastating to me that your mother has to sink such unspeakable lows just to keep this knockoff Hermes bags on your arm.” Cheryl faked her sympathy.

Kevin and Alex rolled their eyes.

“What’s next, selling her hair extensions?” Cheryl continued.

“My mom’s a waitress, Cheryl, not Fantine.” Veronica responded, interested. “And your faux concern reeks of ulterior motive. What is it?”

“Only to remind you of your place in this high school,” She paused. “nay, the town’s social hierarchy.”

“Threatened much?” Veronica tempted her. “Don’t worry. You may be a stock character from a 90s teen movie, but i’m not.”

“And what does any of this have to do with my mom being a waitress?” Veronica continued.

“It’s just that i saw her talking to a Southside Serpent last night, in the alley behind Pop’s.” Cheryl responded.

Alex and Kevin both shared a look.

Veronica was confused. She looked at Alex and Kevin.

“They were having an extremely heated, intimate discussion.” Cheryl went on as she pulled her phone out to show her a picture. “See for yourself.”

Both Alex and Kevin got up to see the picture.

That looks like Jughead’s dad.. It can’t be.

Cheryl walked alway with a smirk.

Veronica turned to face both.

“Who or what is a Southside Serpent?” She asked, confused.

“They’re a gang of bikers who pretty much stays on the south side of town.” Alex began explaining.

“And thank God, ‘cause they’re sort of dangerous.” Kevin added. “Drug dealers and petty thieves.”

Alex nudged Kevin to make him stop talking because he was worrying Veronica.

“Then what was my mom doing with one of them?” Veronica scoffed.

Alex shrugged. She was more into the idea that she saw Jughead’s dad. She had to let it go.

It probably wasn’t him.

Eventually their free period ended and they went their separate ways for class.

——————————————————————————

After school, Alex went with Jughead to talk to the mayor as promised.

“I’m sorry, but the Twilight Drive-In?” Mayor McCoy began. “It’s a blight that’s become a cesspool, and a hangout for criminals and transients, and the deal’s done.” She assured them.

Alex groaned.

“Andrews construction is scheduled to demolish the lot on Monday.”

Alex’s head snapped towards her. “My dad’s company?”

“Mmhmm.” McCoy responded, not looking up from the documents she was looking at.

“Mayor McCoy, when I was a kid, my family and i would go to the drive-in all the time. We couldn’t afford tickets for everyone, so my sister Jellybean and I would hide in the trunk, until we were parked. We’d sneak out.” He chuckled softly.

Alex looked at his with soft eyes. They were going to lose so many memories if they let the places get closed down.

“It’s like my home.” Jughead continued.

Mayor McCoy just smiled.

“We all hung out there when we were kids, Mayor McCoy. We have memories there. You guys can’t just take that away from us.” Alex said.

The mayor sighed. “That’s a very sweet sentiment, Mr. Jones, Ms. Andrews. But the future of Riverdale is at stake.”

They groaned.

“I’m sorry, but it’s done.” Mayor McCoys said before walking off to a meeting.

The sighed.

“We can go convince my dad.” Alex suggested.

He nodded. “Tomorrow. I can’t handle any more rejection.”

She nodded.

He walked her back home and her day ended.

She ended up saying in that night with her dad, watching movies.

Archie didn’t come home until later that night.

Alex was about to go upstairs when she saw Betty, Veronica, and Archie talking. They look like they were arguing

She peeked out the window. She couldn’t make out what they were saying.

She shrugged and decided to go upstairs and go to bed.

——————————————————————————

“Mayor McCoy says you won the contract to tear down the drive-in.” Jughead began.

He and Alex decided to pay her father a visit at work. They were trying to talk him out of the contract and save the drive-in.

Fred put the coffee pot he was using back in its place and sighed. “I did.”

“Look, I’m sorry, guys,” Fred began as he walked to his desk. “I know how much you guys love the Twilight and so do I..”

“Mr. Andrews, just give us one week to track down the the person who bought the land, and convince them not to demolish a hole house of cinema.” Jughead begged.

Fred glared at Alex. She was pretty quiet.

“It’s a big contract for me, Jug, and for my guys.” Fred reasoned. “Whatever they build in the place of the drive-in could mean more jobs..”

Alex groaned.

“Yeah, in what? Some hypothetical future?” Jughead raised his voice.

He sighed. “You put one Jones out of work, why don’t you put out another, huh?”

Alex grimaced at his words. She had forgotten for a second that FP worked with her dad for a while.

“Jug, your dad was taking materials from one of our job sites. I had to let him go.” Fred explained.

“Right.” Jughead’s voice broke. “You did what you had to do, like you’re doing here now.”

It made Alex’s heart break, knowing how much he was suffering.

Jughead scoffed. “Later.”

He stormed out with Alex groaning and following him.

“Wait, Alex,” He called out. “A word.”

They paused.

“You can go.. We’ll catch up later.” She assured Jughead.

He nodded and left.

“Why are you doing this to me? You know that place means a lot to me, too, but it’s for the sake of Riverdale.” He shrugged.

She nodded. “I get that, dad. We just wanted to try to save it. Neither of us would have been at peace if we didn’t at least try.”

Fred sighed.

“At least now, we can move on.” She shrugged and walked out.

——————————————————————————

It was morning. Alice and Hal Cooper had showed up at the Andrews’ door. They knocked.

Alex opened the door.

“Can I help you?..” She awkwardly asked.

“Hi, Alex.” Alice smiled. “Is Fred here? We’d like to speak with him.”

She glared at her. Then she slammed the door in their face.

“Dad!” She called out.

“In here!” He peeked his head out the kitchen.

“The Coopers are here to pay you a visit.” She said, as she went back upstairs.

She didn’t go all the way, she wanted to hear what the Coopers wanted. She hid behind the wall at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, uh, sorry about that.” Fred opened the door.

Alice seemed pissed but brushed it off with a smile.

“We’re sorry to come unannounced, Fred.” Hal began. “It’s been a rough couple of months for us, But Alice and I…”

He got cut off by Alice.

“We think your children and Betty should stop spending so much time together.” Alice got to the point.

Alex softly scoffed.

“Their relationships aren’t good, for any of them, and their respective behaviors reflect that.” She continued.

“All right. So, if there was anything that you could do on your end…” Hal trailed off.

“My kids are good kids.” Fred responded.

“I live next door, Fred.” Alex sternly said. “I see them sneaking out at night, slinking at all hours.”

Alex’s face scrunched up. She hadn’t sneaked out of the house since summer. Well, besides that time she went to Ethel’s house.

“Alice,” Fred whispered. “Are you spying on us?”

Alice didn’t respond. “Come on, Hal.”

“We said what we came to say, it’s on him if he ignores us.” She continued as they walked away from their doorstep.

Fred walked back in.

Alex came back downstairs.

“Mrs. Cooper is such a bitch.” Alex casually said.

“Hey…” Fred trailed off.

She shrugged. “You totally agree.”

“If you say anything, i’ll deny it.” He sipped on his coffee.

Alex smirked.

——————————————————————————

It was the night of the last drive-in. Alex bailed on Veronica and Kevin to be with Jughead. She thought he would like to spend his last time there with her.

He didn’t watch from a car, though, he would watch the movies in his booth.

Where he would put the movies in and let the audience see through the projection screen.

Where he had been living for the past couple of months.

Alex noticed the bed. “Hey, Jug, have you been staying here?”

She scanned the room and saw most of his belongings there.

He didn’t say anything. His eyes were on the movie.

“Jug?” Alex asked again.

He sighed. “Not after they demolish the place, no.”

Alex scoffed. “Why aren’t you at home? And where are you gonn—”

“Don’t, Alex.” He stopped her.

She sighed. “Fine.”

She sat back down on the other side of the projector.

“If you’re going through some stuff, Jug, you know my dad would take you in.” Alex assured him.

He didn’t say anything again.

She sighed.

“I’m gonna go get some snacks.” She got up and left.

She walked past the cars that were out there. It was like a maze.

She saw Sheriff Keller’s truck and saw that Veronica and Cheryl were in it. She was confused.

“Hey, guys, where’s Kevin?” She asked as she climbed onto the truck.

Veronica brightened.

“Oh, hey! It’s the ditcher.” She teased.

Alex scoffed. “I see you guys replaced me.”

Cheryl glared at her then went back to eating her licorice.

Veronica chuckled. “Kevin is at the snack booth.”

Alex nodded.

“Where are you parked, Power Brows?” Cheryl asked, not taking her eyes off the screen.

Alex sighed. “I’m not. I’m in the movie booth with Jughead.”

Veronica and Cheryl paused. They both looked at her.

“What?” Alex asked, completely clueless.

“Okay, i’m just going to ask..” Veronica began. “Are you and Jughead, like, together, or?”

Alex scoffed. “No! We’ve been best friends since we were in diapers. He’s like a second brother to me.”

“Mmhmm.” Cheryl replied with a devious smile.

“A brother you’d like to fuck.” Veronica teased.

Cheryl bursted out laughing.

“Okay, that’s my cue to go.” Alex jumped off the truck and continued to walk.

It was a couple of minutes before she ran into her dad’s truck.

What is he doing here?

She was on the passenger side. She knocked on the window.

Fred motioned with his hand for her to step in

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Alex asked as she closed the door.

“Well, I—”

Fred was cut off my a harsh knocking on his side. It was Alice with a flash light.

“Alice!” Fred shouted.

Alex nearly jumped out of her skin.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your adultery, Fred, but you need to come with me.” Alice shouted.

“What the hell?” Alex furrowed her brows.

“Alice, what..” Fred began but got interrupted again.

“It’s about the kids.” Alice briefly xplained.

Fred looked at Alex for a second and she shrugged. Then they both got out his truck, following Alice.

“What’s going on?” Fred said when they got into her car.

“You might want to see this, Fred.” Alice said as she turned the car and began driving.

Betty was in the passenger side, sobbing softly.

“Betty?” Alex whispered.

Betty didn’t respond.

“See what?” Fred shouted.

“Your son and his teacher!” Alice shouted back.

Alex gasped. “What?”

“Yeah,” Alice nodded. “Archie’s been having an affair with his teacher.”

“Oh, come on, Alice, how could you stoop so low?” Fred asked in disbelief.

“Betty, that’s not true, right?” Alex’s voice broke.

“I’m so sorry.” Betty said as more tears came down her face.

On the way to school, Fred and Alice kept arguing back and forth about it.

Alex could barely hear what they were talking about since they kept talking over each other. She didn’t even care. She felt betrayed. She’s never wanted to hurt someone this badly before.

The ride felt like forever.

But when they did get there, Betty sobbed even more.

She didn’t want to get out of the car but Alice forced her.

They all got out and barged in.

Alice lead them to the music room.

She barged in, where they all saw Archie and Grundy having an intimate moment.

Alex softly gasped. Tears began falling from her eyes.

“Well, well, well.” Alice began.

They broke apart of their connection.

Fred couldn’t believe his eyes.

“There they are. What did I tell you?” Alice continued.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on here?” Ms. Grundy innocently asked.

Alex glared at her.

“Of course. Archie, would you like to share with us what your and Mrs. Robinson have been doing during your 'music lessons?’” Alice motioned quotation marks with her fingers.

“And please don’t leave out any of the lurid details, because Betty here keep a meticulous diary, and i’m more than happy to fill in the details.” Alice continued.

Betty sobbed more. “I’m sorry.”

Alex began breathing heavy. “I’m gonna kill you, you stupid fucking bitch!”

Alex almost ran up to Grundy but Fred caught her.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, Alex, calm down.” Fred held her.

Archie sort of froze. Grundy backed away, full of fear.

She broke free of Fred’s hold.

“How can you ask me to be calm at a time like this?! How can you not want to rip her head off for what she’s doing to Archie?” Alex screamed.

She was angry.

“Alex, she hasn’t been doing anything to me..” Archie began.

“Bullshit! She’s been taking advantage of you and you let her!” She kept sobbing.

She kept trying to go towards Grundy but Fred was blocking her path. “Alex, stop it.”

Archie was taken back. “You shouldn’t even be talking, Alex.” He snarled.

“Shut up!” Alex continued to breathe heavy.

“Everything that happened, i wanted it to.” Archie said. “That’s what you said to me about Jason.”

He got closer to Alex. She looked at him in disbelief.

Betty furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Alex. So did Alice.

“What’s he talking about?” Fred turned to look at Alex.

Alex shook her head. “Don’t, Archie. Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Face it. You’re taking your emotions out on me.” Archie got closer to her face, with their dad in the middle.

“Jason used you. He took advantage of you. Just because you’re having a hard time trying to accept that, does not mean you get to take it out on me.” Archie pushed her buttons.

Alex sobbed. She’s never felt so betrayed.

“Fuck you, Archie.” She growled. “That is totally different and you fucking know that. Grundy is an old hag, she’s twice your fucking age! THERE’S A FUCKING DIFFERENCE.” She sniffled.

“Don’t talk about her like that, Alex. At least she isn’t a 15 year old slut.” Archie snarled.

“Archie, don’t!” Fred warned him.

Alex shoved him and slapped him. Everyone gasped. Fred roughly held her back. Archie froze.

“That is enough!” Fred shouted.

Everyone paused for a moment. Alex’s heavy breathing and sobbing was the only thing they could hear.

Archie didn’t realize what he was doing. He was blinded by anger. He didn’t mean it. But he said it anyway, and he can’t take it back. When he realized that, he instantly felt like shit.

Fred tried holding her but she didn’t let her herself. “No— Don’t!” She screamed.

“And you knew.” Alex sobbed when she turned to Betty. “All of you fucking knew!”

Betty began apologizing but Alex stormed out, not wanting to hear it.

Fred wanted to follow her but he knew he needed to stay where he was to deal with the situation.

“Well, cat’s out of the bag.” Alice grinned as she crossed her arms.

“Alice..” Fred groaned.

Archie still hadn’t said anything. Betty was pissed because he just slut shamed his sister.

Everyone except Alice, it seemed, were mortified about what had just happened.

“I never thought that i would live to see the day.” Alice chuckled. “Both of your kids are dysfunctional.”

“Mom..” Betty growled.

“And i thought the one thing we’d keep Riverdale safe from was child predators.” Alice got in Grundy’s face.

“Ms. Grundy’s not a predator. She’s a good person.” Archie argued.

“Archie, you don’t have to defend me. Not to her and not to your sister.” Grundy assured him.

“No, he doesn’t.” Fred said, full of stress.

“Well,” Alice said with a graceful sigh. “I think the next step is to take this to Sheriff Keller and let the wheels of justice take over.”

Grundy got tense. She moved to the back of the room and took a seat.

“Dad, you can’t let that happen.” Archie pleaded.

“Son, i don’t want to hear it. You see all the problems she just caused?” Fred sternly responded.

“She didn’t force me to do anything! How many times do i have to say it? I went after.” Archie explained.

“Well, there’s so surprise there.” Alice looked at Fred.

“Why are you doing this, mom?” Betty finally spoke. “Putting Ms. Grundy on trial.”

“This ain’t just about her.” Alice began. “This about him and his sister.” She aggressively said.

“I wanted you to see the kind of people they truly are and clearly, they’re both unstable.” Alice pointed to Archie.

“Wait, that’s what this is about? Your crazy grudge against my teenage kids?” Fred asked in disbelief.

“I’m never going to stop being friends with them, mom!” Betty shouted. “Ever.”

“We are done here.” Fred said, turned to Archie.

“Oh, we are far from being done here!” Alice shouted.

“Shut up.” Fred snapped.

“Stop! Please!” Archie begged. “You’re right, Mrs. Cooper. I’m selfish, and i’m stupid. I pretty much just ruined my relationship with my sister and I don’t deserve to be your daughter’s friend.”

Fred looked at him with soft eyes.

“But please, don’t hurt Ms. Grundy because you wanna hurt me.” Archie continued.

“This isn’t about hurting anyone, Archie.” Alice responded. “It’s about doing what’s right, and of course, informing our neighbors.”

“Alice, i swear to god..” Fred began.

“You swear to god, what—” Alice got cut off.

“You say one word of any this, mom, and i will tell everyone that i broke into Ms. Grundy’s car.” Betty snarled.

“Betty..” Alice tried to reason.

“That i robbed her,” Betty continued. “and made up the story of their affair. This applies to what just happened with Alex, too.”

Alice sighed.

“It will be like, i finally..” She paused. “Snapped. Like Polly.”

“Betty..”

Betty wasn’t having it. “It’ll prove what everyone already thinks about us: 'Crazy runs in that family.’” Betty continued.

“Like mother, like daughter.” Betty whispered.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Alice muttered.

“I’ll quit.” Grundy suddenly said.

Everyone looked at her. “I’ll quit my job. Will that satisfy you?”

“Yeah, it will.” Betty answered for her mother. “It has to.”

“And i absolutely would dare, mom.” Betty hissed.

“She has to leave town.” Alice barely spoke.

“The hell she does.” Archie got worked up all over again.

“Son.” Fred sternly said.

“Why does she need to leave town?” Archie raised his voice.

“Because it’s what’s best.” Fred responded. “And Alice will keep her word.”

Archie scoffed.

“I will.” Alice cocked up an eyebrow.

“I’ll pack up my things, i’ll be gone by morning.” Grundy said as she got up and walked out.

Archie went after her. She didn’t say anything.

“Now let’s go, because Im worried about what Alex will do next.” Fred glared at Archie.

Archie sighed.

It wasn’t until they walked back to the drive-in that Archie realized what he just did. He betrayed his sister. He told himself he would defend her if her dad ever found out about Jason. He felt stupid.

Fred got his truck back and they both got in. He could feel his father’s disappointment.

He couldn’t help but feel the lump in his throat.

They arrived at the house and Fred stopped the car.

Archie felt the tears in his eyes.

“Don’t ever call your sister a slut, again, Archie.” Fred quietly said. “Do you hear me?”

Archie nodded.

Fred got out and opened the door for Archie to get out.

He sighed when he wouldn’t.

“You are not those things you said.” Fred began. “You’re not stupid. Alex will forgive you. You just need to give her time. This wasn’t your fault.”

A tear streamed down Archie’s face. “I betrayed Alex, dad. She’s never going to forgive me. That most definitely was my fault. And Ms. Grundy..” He trailed off.

Fred sighed.

Archie eventually got out of the truck.

He couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. Fred went in to hold him while he cried.

Alex saw through the front door’s window.

She felt her heart ache when she saw her dad hugging him.

She sneaked out the back door before they went inside the house.

Fred and Archie walked in. Fred called out for Alex but he didn’t hear anything back.

“Check down here, I’ll check upstairs.” Fred said as he climbed up the stair.

Archie nodded and went through the rooms and called out her name.

Fred did the same upstairs.

They couldn’t find her.

She left her phone on her bed. They couldn’t go through it because it was locked.

“Dad?” Archie called out as he climbed the stairs.

“In here.” Fred called back out.

Archie stood in the doorway of her room.

“She’s gone.” Fred’s voice broke.

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It was about 7 in the morning. Alex stopped by the local kid’s playground. She used to go there with Archie as a kid when the fighting from their parents became too much for them.

She was sitting on the swing, softly swaying back and forth. She was crying.

Jughead walked past. He glanced over to the swings and did a double take when he realized it was Alex.

He had his back pack. He looked like he was on his way to Pop’s.

He approached her.

“You bailed on me for a playground?” He teased.

Then he noticed she was crying.

“O-oh, i’m sorry. What’s wro—”

“Just go.” She whispered.

He was taken back. “What?”

“Leave me alone.” She said, still not making eye contact with him.

His brows furrowed. “Why?”

She sniffled and sighed. “Because you knew about Archie and Grundy, and you didn’t tell me.”

He froze. He didn’t say anything for a while.

“Alex, you can’t tell—”

She looked up at him.

“Who? My dad? He already knows. Mrs. Cooper knows. She’s the one who exposed them.” She raised her voice.

Jughead stood quiet. She looked back down to her legs.

“All of you knew. And you lied.” She said as her voice broke and new tears fell down her face.

“Alex..” Jughead said full of sympathy.

“Go away, Jug.” She demanded.

He sighed and walked away.

She sobbed.

Then a familiar truck pulled up.

She quickly wiped the tears away when she saw her dad get out and approach her.

She didn’t look at him.

“What are you doing here?” Fred asked, looking down at her.

She shrugged. “I don’t want to be anywhere near you or Archie right now.”

Fred’s face scrunched up. “Why me?”

“Because!” She stood up and finally looked at him.“Your attention will always go to him. Your love, your support, your everything!” She shouted.

Fred sighed. “I love you both, equally, Alex.”

She let out a humorless chuckle as she sobbed.

“Could’ve fooled me. You hugged him because he was crying like a little bitch for his elderly girlfriend while i needed that hug because he betrayed me and i’ve never wanted to hurt myself more in my life.” She cried and sobbed harder.

Fred pulled her in for the hug she needed so desperately. “Ssshh, hon. Everything will be okay.”

She sobbed into his chest and hugged him back.

Archie watched from the truck. He cried when he saw how hurt she was.

“Let’s go home, Alex. You’re freezing.” Fred said.

She nodded.

They got into the truck. Alex didn’t say anything to Archie. She didn’t even look at him.

When they got home, she went straight to her room.

As soon as her body hit her bed, she fell fast asleep.

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ohvnger-blog · 7 years ago

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y’all know i LOVE 1600s pennywise. so i’m writing a drabble for it. i’m also gonna give you the link to my personal blog post with the drabble in case you want to reblog it, since i don’t want to clog up my activity with notes from this just in case!!

i also apologize ahead of time to mobile readers.

it wakes with a tearing pain in its stomach. H U N G E R . guardians above it, it feels like it’s going to keel over from hunger at any moment. something squeaks nearby and it snatches up the creature. blood bubbles between its teeth and it nearly swallows the whole thing in one bite. bland, tasteless, but it’s m e a t .

another squeak. another meal. it doesn’t notice where it is.

the cave it crawled into all those millennia ago is no longer a cave, but a cold spring. it can hear laughter in the distance, echoing through the tunnels. laughter... a n e w sound.

it sloshes through the cold spring water, following the sound of voices and the smell of flesh until it finds sunlight. it darts to the shadows, hides from anyone who might see it.

a n d t h e n i t s p o t s t h e m .

four children, varying in age, chasing each other with boundless glee. three little girls in long skirts and bonnets, a young boy in high-waisted overalls and boots. it’s seen mankind before but these children are... d i f f e r e n t .

it looks down at its hand, a mangled mess of claws and burnt skin, and watches as it softens. long claws become short fingernails, blackened skin becomes a soft shade of peach (the closest to the childrens’ it could find) after cycling through a skin-tone rainbow of colors. it looks up again, changes its face. flat teeth in place of sharp ones, canvas and burlap over its limbs, glimmering blue eyes set in white. it looks down at its reflection in the water.

“ human, ” it whispers. its voice is different as well. it smiles and tells itself that the grin isn’t the s a m e as the childrens’. “ h u m a n . . . ” it repeats. its stomach lurches. it feels drool pouring from behind flat teeth.

when night falls, it decides it’s finished with feasting on rats and sheep. it follows the smell of man and finds the small beaver trapping settlement of derry, maine. house after house, some dark and some alight with candles, surround the w e l l from which it emerges. no one wanders the streets. it can hear animals crying in the distance.

but a different cry catches its attention: a sobbing W A I L that fills it with such euphoria that it can’t help but drool instantly. it stomach gurgles, tongue lolls out of its mouth--its eyes turn from blue to y e l l o w .

i t f o l l o w s .

it finds the house of a woman, her husband, and their three children, and crawls into the window on the second floor. the source of such a delicious smelling meal.

it finds itself in a room decorated (plainly) with childish imagery and a single rocking crib. in the bed, wrapped in handmade blankets, is a crying newborn baby girl. her face is red and scrunched up, and her eyes are green when the light hits them.

it reaches into the crib, blunt human fingernails becoming something more monstrous and dangerous. teeth elongate, eyes redden. it drags a claw down the baby’s nose and giggles before its jaw unhinges and it leans closer to its meal.

and then the door f l i e s open, and it turns to face a disheveled woman in a long white gown, hair down and curling about her shoulders. she screams, “ N O ! ”

it drops the child back in her crib and roars at the woman before fleeing to the darkest corner of the room it can find. it clings to the wall, crawling upwards along the wooden boards. the woman runs toward the crib and picks her child up, looking it over for wounds.

“ what dost thou want from me!? ” she demands. “ what creature is thee? ”

with a few simple words, it knows how to speak, how to behave like her kind. it grins, yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness.

“ i am thy greatest fears come to life, thy deepest secrets revealed. i am the eater of children, d e s t r o y e r o f w o r l d s . ” it giggles. “ i have awoken, and i want thy child for meat. ”

“ no. ” she spits.

“ i lie not! ” it growls. “ giveth thy child to me! N O W ! ”

she clutches the babe to her chest, runs her hands nervously through the girl’s thin hair. she contemplates before speaking, “ i pray thee... take me. ” she moves away from the creature in the corner, which continues to laugh.

“ i will. ” it snarls, stepping closer. “ and then her. and thy husband and the rest of thy children, and ALL THE SAVAGES who brought you here! and when you all rot in the earth, i will pick thy bones dry until no meat is left to pick! ” it cackles. “ and then i shall seek out thy bones and consume thy souls until n o t h i n g i s l e f t b u t t h e w e e d s ! ”

the woman shakes her head.

“ or... ” it continues, ignoring the pangs in its stomach begging for meat and blood. “ you will occupy thyself otherwise and not interfere. i will take her and you will live, and those of thy other children--in whom i take no interest. and you shall thank ME fever and frost did not damn you to the soil! ”

it continues to cackle as it steps into the dim light, and the woman looks as though she may faint. shaking, she looks down at the newborn in her hands. before she can make a decision, however, a shadow appears in the doorway--that of a little boy.

“ mama? ” he asks. the woman turns furiously on her heel.

“ NO! LEAVE, N O W ! ” she shrieks. the boy whimpers and goes running down the stairs, presumably to his father.

the woman turns back to the creature, but it has long since left her sight. she stares down at her newborn again before pressing a kiss to the child’s forehead. she thanks god for taking no children from her, and allowing her the chance to make the choice for herself.

she sets the wailing child down on the ground, and from the shadows emerges its inhuman c l a w . it grabs the newborn by her shaking head and drags her into the darkness.

her mother watches in h o r r o r , listens to the horrendous crunching as the creature sinks its teeth into the newborn’s soft skull. she gags before finally turning away, shutting the door behind her, and thanking god that her own life was spared.

#ᶠᵉᵃʳ. headcanon #drabbles.#THIS IS LONG

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periwinkquills · 8 years ago

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ooooh u should write that scene in conquest where Silas has to carry Corrin to the ice tribe village after she passes out in the snow ;D (if u want to of course!)

it’s extremely late and i am so very sorry but here you go my precious anon! also i changed a bit of the scene here! c:

It felt never-ending. Each step taken was only digging themdeeper into the abyss of snow ahead of them. With one arm covering both oftheir faces, both Silas and Corrin were desperately trying to group up with theothers after having been separated due to the sudden intensity of the harshsnow.

He was hoping that Corrin didn’t manage to catch frostbitefrom all this harsh snowfall. Just a look at parts of her exposing skin beingvictim to the cold was enough to make him shudder. But with each step, it onlyseemed as if the odds were against them. Their movements were slower, up to thepoint where Corrin had to pause every few steps just to catch her breath. Theterrain had grown increasingly rugged, almost impossible to walk upon. Puffs ofair quickly evaporated as it escaped from their lips. Silas mentally prayed tothe gods to keep her safe.

It didn’t matter what happened to him, as long as she wasokay. He was gladly willing to put up his own life for her safety.

Amidst the icy wind, Silas caught up to her shivering bodyas she bent over to breathe out. In a stuttered tone, she finally spoke, voiceslightly hoarse. “It’s f-freezing…” Her ruby eyes closed, feeling sharp,uncomfortable pain along her spine. “Gods…the s-snow is so thick… I-I…” Herlegs trembled, as if ready to give out. “…It’s impossible to see up ahead…”

Though his body was screaming at him for warmth, Silasignored that sensation, and dropped next to the Nohrian princess. “C’mon, Cor…I’msure it’s not far from here…” He slipped a trembling hand to her frostyshoulder, and managed to scoot as close as possible for warmth. “Besides…Jakobnoted that the closer we are, the colder it grows, so I’m sure we’re almostthere.”

Corrin slowly pushed herself up. It felt agonizing, the wayher body felt like it was being stabbed by millions of needles as she stood upproperly. “Ah–!” She felt her body give in.

But before she could fall into the pit of nothing but bitterfrost, a familiar pair of arms caught her. The princess hissed in discomfort asthe pain shot throughout her body. It almost felt like she could feel each degree dropping slowly withinher body. Her body slumped against the subzero armor on the cavalier’s chest,flinching agonizingly as her frozen cheek hit the surface. “D-damn…”

“Corrin!” His voice was seeped with worry and slight panic. “Areyou alright?!” He shook her body a bit.

All he was received with was a weak nod which he couldbarely see. Lowering his head, he caught the faintness in the tone of hervoice, causing his green eyes to widen in horror. He could pretty much feel himlosing her, and it was breaking him. No. He couldn’t lose her here. Not now, not ever.

“…eep…oin…”

“Cor…?”

It took him a few seconds as she repeated what she had said,telling him to keep on going where they were headed. The weak push of her handson his chest and the shake of her head caused him to grunt. “No, Corrin, you’remore important! I can’t lose you…!”

The Nohrian royal was weakly trying to push him away. Therewas no need for him to still be stuck here! She felt like she had no chance ofcontinuing. There was next to no sensation at her legs, her head was spinning,and her eyes were beginning to droop. Corrin could practically feel deathclaiming her body and soul.

Silas had no reason to see her die. She didn’t want him tosee her being this weak and pathetic. She didn’t want to slow him down, allbecause she couldn’t take the harsh cold. She didn’t want him to die because ofher. He didn’t deserve that.

With a rough push, Corrin cried out as she let her body dropto the bone-chilling snow below her. “G-gods…!” Her silver locks were alsofrosted, with bits of snow scattered along the surface. Her lips were losingits color, her cheeks were pale, and the bits of her pointed ears werebeginning to succumb to the hands of frostbite with a visible shade of blue.With no more strength in her, the young woman lay on her back, eyelids half-wayopen.

Her vision was blurred. Her hearing was fading. Herconsciousness was dying. Her whole body was numb, and her breathing was shallowing.Gods…Silas…I’m so sorry… “G-go…Sil…as…”

“CORRIN!”

So, this is what deathfeels like…

“Corrin? Corrin!” His was hovering over her, but all she wasseeing was a silhouette of black, white, and gray. “P-please stay with me!” Allshe heard was a voice that was slowly breaking. “Don’t fall asleep!” The voicewas oh so desperate. The silhouette moved, but she didn’t comprehend, nor couldfeel the way Silas was shaking at her shoulders to get her to wake up. “CORRIN!!!”

I’m sorry…

She took one breath, and suddenly went limp. His greenpupils dilated, in sheer horror of the realization that she could perhaps be dead. “No…” he mumbledsoftly. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no…” Silas pulled her freezing body close tohim, shock splitting his face. “No… N-no…” The view of her face, void of anyreaction, her body akin to that of a rag doll, seemingly lifeless…

He could feel tears beginning to weld up in his eyes. “P-Please,” he whispered, feeling a lumpchoking his words. “Corrin…” He hung his head, feeling one tear escape his eye,trickling down to the snow below. His hands balled. His breathing had grownragged. He held the woman close, anger bubbling up. Anger at himself. How couldhe let this happen…?

“Halt!” A foreign, much deeper voice broke the ominoussilence looming within the falling snow. “Who goes there?!”

If looks could kill, Silas might’ve just murdered theforeigner. His head cocked up, a glint of hatred in his empty, teary eyes.Still holding Corrin in his arms, he growled as another shadow of a humanapproached them. The last thing he needed was trouble, yet, he would have tocommence a battle if he had to.

“Don’t get closer,” he warned, voice dripping with malice.All the need to be a polite gentleman was gone. There was no need, not whenCorrin’s life was on the risk, or worse if he was too late…

The shadow stepped closer, and Silas grunted as he reachedfor his sword, unsheathing it. “I will killyou if you come any closer!”

The cavalier could make up what was the person. He had weirdblueish hair, slightly covered in some circular headpiece, and clothing thatwas too revealing with this weather.He pulled his sword up, but the man simply bowed.

After a long moment of observing, he finally spoke. “Loweryour weapon, knight, and follow me. We must get the girl to a stable shelter.”

Hesitantly, Silas turned to an unconscious Corrin, blinkingaway the tears. Was it possible to trust a stranger like this? Would he try tokill them both? Normally, Silas would not obey such an order, but one glance atthe Nohrian princess had him desperate. Any help would do.

Pointing his sword at the much older man, Silas hissed. “Ifyou try anything funny, I will kill you without hesitance.”

The man was unfazed. Of course, he would be wary andanxious. “I can reassure you, that I won’t. Now please, let us get out of thestorm.”

He would not allow his guard to be lowered only because ofhis words. Sheathing his sword, the male made sure to keep it at a quick reach,then slipped his arms under Corrin’s head and knees, effortlessly picking herup into his arms. With a shaken sigh, he turned down to her. “I promise Cor…you’regoing to be alright…”

He began to follow the footsteps.

His name was Kilma. And he was true to his words.

It did not take long until they had reached the Ice Tribe,and they were able to finally seek shelter. Silas had never been more thankfulto be inside a room up until now. It was very warm, and was helping Silas ridof the slight frostbite he had along his face. A few lanterns were lit up bycandles, and there was a large fireplace at the center of the adjacent wall,crackling with bouncing embers as burned up the excess amount of wood. It didwonders, as it was giving warmth to the whole surface area of the small room.

They had tucked Corrin into a futon, propping her right nextto the fire. To his utter surprise, she was breathing, only shivering as thesnow melted off her and she was finally being delivered with the much neededheat her body was so desperately aching for.

Silas was right at her side, hand tracing along her cheek,which was slowly warming up. He sighed continuously, wanting nothing more butfor her to wake from the clutches of sleep. He missed her smile, her laugh, herserene face, her presence…

Kilma draped another soft blanket over Corrin’s body,causing Silas to tear his gaze from Corrin and blink at him. He had mentionedbriefly that he was the leader of the Ice Tribe, and that he was happy to helpthe two. But Silas had to lie and refrain from giving out that they were fromNohr, under Garon’s ruling, knowing that those words might stir up conflict,and that was the last thing he needed on his plate.

“She will live,” confirmed the leader of the Ice Tribe in awise tone, nodding. “She is strong-willed. We must leave the gods with therest.” Kilma sighed. “I shall return in a bit.”

“Thank you, sir.” Silas’ words were grateful. With anacknowledging nod, Kilma turned, walking out of the room.

Just seconds after his departure, Silas was back to strokingher cheek, eyes fixated on her face. “Cor…please, come back to me…” he pleadedsoftly. “We need you… I need you…”Slipping down, he closed his eyes, head bumping with her own. “Please…I justgot you back…you can’t leave just yet…”

Soft lips pressed to her forehead as he pulled away, sighingloudly. Anxiety was overpowering his sense of self. There was nothing moreagonizing that having to literally wait for time to take its course and to haveCorrin show him that she was able to survive.

“Wha…” Hoarse and quiet echoed, breaking the thin silencebetween the two and interrupting the flames of the chimney. “Ow…”

His eyes opened as he lifted his head from the mattress shewas resting on. His hand cupped her much smaller one as he felt nothing butrelief flood him as he saw Corrin finally waking up.

She was alive. She was responding. She was back at his side.She was back with him.

“Silas…?” She spoke a bit louder, unsure of hersurroundings.

He stood up a bit.

Then, he plopped himself over her, pulling her (carefully)into a warm, yet needy hug. “Oh gods, Corrin… I-I…I’m so happy you’re alive andresponding…” His face buried into the side of her neck, giving his best effortto try and keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks once again. He was sograteful that she was okay. There was nothing that he wanted more than hersafety, and it had seemed as if the gods heard his prayer and heeded toward it.“I thought I had lost you…”

Corrin relaxed as he embraced herwarmly. “What happened…? I only remember—“ She pursed her lips at mid-sentence.She did remember what had happened.She was awaiting death. She was ready to move on.

She couldn’t tell that to Silas.That would only make her look like an underappreciative fool. That wouldcertainly crush him…

“Blacking out…” she finallywhispered. Softly, she embraced him as well. He was very warm, and it feltmarvelous.

“I’m just so glad you’re okay, Cor…”He pulled back, sitting back on the seat. And what greeted her was enough tomake her pain disappear like the warm puffs of air into the blizzard.

He smiled warmly at her, teethshowing and dimples forming. Despite his obvious exhaustion and struggle tokeep her alive and safe, and for his own health, here he was, smiling like hisusual self.

That was enough to keep herfighting. She would not give up. For him.

#corlas #cykamu #silas #corrin #kamui #cyrus #Fire Emblem Fates #stella writes #anonymous #god its 4am i need to sleep.... ill check grammar tomorrow... nigt..

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Healing Touch - 1 Back Story: Dr Ishani says sorry to Dr Sid and warns Dr Rishab. All the junior doctors plan to visit Dr. Sid's home for Ganpathi pooja. Dr. Ishani feels happy on meeting Dr Sid's mother. Though she doesn't like to be touched by any other person she likes when Sid's mother (gayathri..iam giving name for reference ) feeds her & hugs her. Sid happens to take care of her so that others don't touch her ( more for her comfort). Just then Asha fights with goons & ishani also happens to fight with them & Sid is oblivious to this situation & playing with Kids. At Sid's Chawl: Please remember the look of all the doctors .. same as it is... One of the goon takes Ishani's Dupatta and proceeds towards her. And there Naman, rahil & Sam struggle to save both the girls. That goons are about to touch Ishani and just then Sid appears before them and says; Sid: arey! Bhai Do not bother them.. Today is a Ganpathi's day. so please leave.. Ishani: Dr Sid! are u insane ? why are requesting them ? they misbehaved with Asha & with me and now u are requesting them. Goon: Arey! this girl has lot of audacity to speak like that.. i'll not leave her ... Sid: Places his hand on him & gently pushes him aside and says Bhai! leave her na .. I am sorry .. on behalf of her ... please..1 Goon: no! we want her right now.. she has to dance with us.. Sid: (in mind) i think i have to fight now ..what a situation first i have to fight u & then i have to treat u...(speaks out) OK ..So let me do some rehearsal before her.. and starts fighting them.. by then..Others also join and fight them...1 In midst of fight , sid happens to help Ishani , so that none touches her while actually he being very close to her.. Gerua ...only music plays as bgm...she feels a different kind sensation with his touch.. at last she happens to hide her face on Sid's chest.. & Sid comforting her saying nothing!!! Just then Gappu mama comes with kids & other Chawl members and chases goons .. Goons run away from there..(angrily).. Sid & Ishani gets themselves separated.. In fight Sid & other boys get hurt. After this Ishani feels little drowsy & was about to fall , just then Dr. Sid holds her. She gains her consciousness. Gerua ...only music plays as bgm... Sid gives her dupatta but it is torn. bgm continues...He covers her with that.. He asks everyone to visit his home. so that they can fresh up & go. So they all visit Sid's home. Ishani gets surprised seeing his home. As soon as they enter, Gayathri gets shocked seeing them.. They explain her what happened and she takes gappu mama inside...Asha & Ishani start treating their wounds ( boys were hurt due to the fight). Ishani first dresses Sam's wounds . Asha tends to Naman's wounds. Sid treats Rahil. Just then Ishani happen to see a wound on Sid's hand. She promptly catches his hand and starts treating.. Just then Gayathri also sees the wound & before she can approach him.. Ishani catches his hand starts saying... Ishani: are u crazy ? ur hand is bleeding! first u get treated before treating others.. Sid: ok ok! Dr. Ishani. Ishani: Why did u fight ? U can simply talk and finish the matter na!! See how deep the cut is!! Oh ..No....! Iam Cleaning!! Wait dont worry ...Sit! 1 Sid: Are u insane? Ishani: What? .....Why are u scolding me now? Sid: I mean first u scolded when iam talking with them for not fighting & now u r scolding me for fighting !!! Seriously!!! are u ok!! All laugh at Ishani... for this... Ishani: (fumbling) I mean i got scared at that time.. but.. but u should fight in way u dont get hurt...OK..So this is ur mistake.. (not looking into his eyes...& treating his wound) Sid: Seriously! So u mean I should ask those goons like.. Bhai! Please beat me slow & dont hurt me ..because Dr. Ishani doesn't want me to get hurt... 4 Gayathri smiles at her innocence...! Ishani: Very funny!! U should know to protect ur self first.. Sid: Well! But u were my Priority at that time.. Ok.. (She just stares at him after listening this remembering how he took her protecting from everyone's touch) Gerua ...only music plays as bgm...Dr. Ishani ..DR. ISHANI....! (comes to reality) what happened!! Ishani: let me complete dressing ur wound. dont disturb me... Gayathri gets happy looking at them caring for each other. Just then the chawl kids come there & say Kid 1: Arey ! this is something new... we saw Sid bhaiyya treating others & see he is getting treated by this Didi.. Kid 2: are u also a big doctor like Bhaiyya? Sid: Oh! she is bigger doctor than me...! Infact all of my friends are bigger doctors .. U know.. Kid 3: so u wont take fees na.. i mean same like Sid bhaiyya..! Every week he treats chawl people for free... Ishani stares realizing how generous Sid is & smiles.. Just then Gayathri asks kids to leave as they are tired & says: Gayathri: achha! beta.. eat something na .. its already evening!! Asha: No! aunty ji.. Me, Naman& Sam ate at mela .. we ate bajjis, laddu, Modak & Golgappa...(naman signs her to stop) Sam: No! aunty we are fine.. actually Ishani didint had anything except prasaad! Asha: This babydoll doesnt eat out na .. !! Naman (to Asha): Oyy.. Madammm! Chale.. lets go.. Asha: Aunty ji we shall leave... Ishani: wait iam also coming.. Gayathri: Where are u going ? U wait for sometime.. u didint had food na.. i'll feed u ok.. Ishani was happy hearing & was about to agree ..but just then Sid: No Maa! He asks others to leave & says...she doesnt like all this .. I'll take her out & make her eat something . Gayathri : Also drop her home safely.. OK!! Ishani was disappointed for some reason & given an angry glare to Sid. Sid doesnt understand anything.. Ishani was about to leave just then gayathri comes & cleans her face & hands with wet cloth like a mother doing it to her child..She feels emotional .. Ishani feels emotional... Gayathri also gives her one of her dupatta (not so new one).. to her as her dupatta is torn... Saying 1 Gayathri: u r going out right.. it is not good to go like that.. & see ur face.. u didnt even clean it ..it is all coloured... u r just like this Sid...She Completes cleaning & signs like now perfect... Sid panics seeing this thinking that she might not like it.. but he is surprised to see Ishani accepting it... HIS mom pins dupatta to her dress & what Ishani does next makes Sid's jaw drop!!! She just hugs his mom's dupatta tightly to her & takes blessings from her .. Gayathri blesses her.. Seeing this kind of Ishani is new to him.. but he just smiles ( with .. Whoa! this is new kind of expression) & both start from there.. They complete their dinner & start towards ishani's home.. Sid finds Ishani to be more happy today... Just then Sid gets call from Rahil , saying that he reached his PG . also Asha msgs Ishani that she also reached her PG & others also msged Sid that they reached to their PGs.+ Ishani then insists Sid to leave from there she can manage . But Sid doesnt agree... Madhu_123 "Please Don't leave me"-2 Dr. Sid: No! No! NO way.. i am not leaving you here until i drop u at ur place. Ishani: No need Dr. Sid. I am fine. I can manage.. So stop being stubborn Dr. Sid: Ok till u reach Highway.. OK? Dr. Ishani: What! y did we take this route? We can take highway very much before na!! Dr. Sid: (turning other side & smiling) Oh! i haven't noticed it.. its okay only 20 more mins. we can reach highway.. (he deliberately took that route so that she would take him with her.. well he really want to accompany her ,, ofcourse for her safety) Just then its starts raining. they run to nearby tree for shelter... Ishani: see Dr.Sid..now we gonna be late.. we will not be able to reach highway in 20 mins.. its just because of u.. Sid: Dr. Ishani, u cannot always mourn or panic on situations .. just think of bright side.. atleast we got to spend some time.. (aw! look on Ishani's face) and u r not alone.. thank god i didnt leave u alone to go.. right .. y u have to always run.. stay calm & cherish all good things of today!! ishani remembers her meet with Gayathri & her care & concern. She sees her dupatta & hugs it tight . just then a car passes by as the land is muddy due to rain ..just before it could splash muddy dirt water on ishani Sid pulls her towards him.. Gerua bgm plays.. Ishani stares at him.. she feels a different sort of comfort around him.. Just then sid realizes their position.. immediately moves a bit & says Sid: So sorry! i forgot.. Ishani: still staring ) its ok.. Sid: what? Ishani: Coming to reality) its not ok . not at all ok..(looking here & there.. Sid: ok sorry. but By the way.. u seems to be so happy today. Ishani: ha! kind of.. i just felt it.. (smiling & looking at her dupatta). Thanks for taking care of me.. understanding my phobia.. Sid: If u dont mind i just wanna tell u one thing Ishani: yess! Sid: u r not germophobic..OK .. stop saying that, ok. u r not afraid of germs or dirt. U r afraid of people & trust me the people made u feel like this are real shit. just ignore them because u will find lot of people who will hold u anytime & everytime. OK Ishani(looking into his eyes till now & keenly listening): I am feeling like i can agree.. but iam afraid.. Sid: chalo.. Then lets give it a try now.. Friends? (extending his hand). Ishani: Hesitatingly.. trying to give her hand... in midst sid saying try it ishani u can do it... & atlast join her hand with his.. Sid: Whoa! ..at last got it.. OK when we are friends, no Dr. Sid.. simply, Sid goes fine for me.. now say the truth,, u felt happy meeting my mom.. did u remember ur mother? Ishani: (little shocked).. ha.. actually... Sid: come on Ishani we just became friends u cannot cheat me.. Ishani: i really don't remember my parents, not even their faces..it might sound weird..but i felt a motherly warmth from ur mother.. U r so lucky to have her.. Sid: I know.. but trust me.. its not weird . sometimes it happens. So u r willing to diagnose ur idleness disease..nice Ishani: But some diseases cannot be cured totally.. Sid: May be. but this is curable.. & u want demo.. Ok I'll give u instant reliever.. give me a "jaadu ki jhappi" Ishani: (with What !..look)Dr. Sid.. no please.. Sid is approaching her with open arms.... Rain stopped. so Ishani starts running on road towards.. Sid smiles looking at her childish behaviour.. and runs behind her... They run & run and finally stops to breath. they laugh a lot . sees that they almost reached highway.. Just then a goon comes & hits Ishani . she happens to fall down on side of road.. just then Sid realizes the situation & blocks them & fights them.. Ishani gets up & asks him to take some log or stick ... he doesn't listen & takes her into his hug..so that they doesn't harm her..She stares at him.. & cries .. they hit him on head.. Still Sid Yells POLICE.. where the goons get scared starts to run back.. here Sid takes her hand runs towards Highway.. before goons realize the lie & come back to Sid& Ishani.. they reach highway.. So the goons leave on fear of getting caught by anybody.. On reaching highway, Sid collapses there.. Ishani: SID!!!!!!!! Please open ur eyes .. sid Please.. she hugs him & shouts somebody help.. please ... Sid: Are...U Okay...? Ishani: I am fine. Sid.. please dont close ur eyes .. Stay like this.. stay with me.. She hugs him tightly rubbing his back.. checking his wounds & condition.. she gets panic and now & then shouts for help... Sid happens to open his eyes slightly in blurred way he sees Ishani hugging him, crying, asking him open his eyes, shouting for help.. he smiles slightly.. Just then some people hear her & a poice passing by in his vehicle, stops & enquires about situation. She asks him to give his phone & he gives her a phone & she phones Ambulane & thanks him. She tries to do first aid & analyse his situation.. (GUESS who is this POLICE?) Police observes that she is a Doctor.. he happens to see her very tensed.. so he informs his polce people to inform the traffic persons to let ambulance pass through traffic, so that it reaches their place early.. Police : Madam! dont panic. I have spoken to the police nearby, they will make sure that ambulance reaches here at the earliest...tell me where are ur mobiles so that we could inform to ur family or friends & tell me what happened with U. Ishani says the location where the goons attacked. All the time she doesn't leave Sid. Police: DD! please go there check if there are any phones!!! (guessed who's this police.. yupp! Its Neil Khanna IPS from Namkarann) 4 after some time ambulance comes. DD brings back their phones. Ishani calls & informs her friends.. All get shocked & immediately start to hospital. Dr.Rahil informs to Gayathri..she also starts to hospital.. Ishani throughout the journey catches his hand & says "please dont leave me.. please dont leave me.." to Sid which he hears it now & then.. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" PREVIEW: Sid: Why Ishani didnt come to meet me after my treatment? All look each other faces. Scene-2: Sid in his mind lets see how u are going to avoid me.. Scene-3: Ishani in her mind iam the reason all this happened. Just then nurse comes & says Dr. Ishani..actually Dr. Sid.(muted)... Ishani panics & leaves to Dr. Sid room. Sanjivani's Apple of Eye-3 Dr. Sid was brought to hospital. Everybody who so ever sees him carried to the OT just follows him.. Ishani: Dr. Sandhya please inform Dr. Shashank & Dr. Juhi about. Please arrange for a scan & we might require OT.. please do arrange for it also.. Just then Reema Head Nurse comes there tensed asks: Reema: What happened to Dr. Sid.? Oh god! he's bleeding like hell. Ishani: (Crying ) Its all because of me .. I'll explain u later reemaji . Please arrange for blood and inform Dr. Shashank. Reema: OK. I am on to it.. Just then all her friends enter the Hospital , they need not even ask them where is Sid because everyone are talking about the same.. Meanwhile Reema comes to where shashank & Juhi are there.. Even Vardhan & Dr. Anjali were also present . they are having some meeting.. Reema: (breathing heavily) Dr. Shashank ..Actually.. huh.. Sid is hurt.. Dr. shashank: what? please take a seat & have some water..(signaling Juhi to handover water) Reema: After having some water.. Dr. Sid is hurt very badly.. i dont know whether accident or what but he is loosing lot of blood & there's an injury on his head.. Dr. ishani is calling you both.. Dr. Anjali: Where is he now? & head injury ...i hope nothing bad happens .. Vardhan: I'll ask to arrange for OT right now.. Everybody are shocked for his response.. but he leaves from there saying that.. They all rush to the check up room where Ishani along with Rahil & Asha are checking Sid. Dr. Naman & Dr. Sam handling the crowd who were rushing to see what happened to Sid ..so they finally handle them.. Just then Juhi, Shashank , Anjali & Reema enter the room.. And Dr, Rishab who passing by sees this & says Dr. Rishab: Well, only a doctor is hurt.. I dont understand why people are behind him.. They can do their duties just for one patient they wanted to disturb the whole hospital... tries to enter room but is stopped by Dr. SAM & Dr. Naman Dr. sam: Dont get disturbed by this & please continue your work.. Dr. Naman: Bhai! cant u understand in a simple way.. just leave.. Rishab leaves from there angrily.. Dr. shashank gets tensed looking Sid like that.. Dr. Juhi understands his situation & send s him out & asks Anjali to take care of him Anjali nods & says to take care of treatment & leaves taking shashank with her. Dr. Juhi finds Ishani crying and she is also hurt.. her hand & head (slightly) is bleeding but still she holding his hand "You cant leave me" again & again. She sends her also out with Dr. Rahil & asks him to treat her. Before going she explains all the symptoms & conditions to Dr. Juhi in one go.. Where Dr. Juhi calms her & says She will handle everything.. Dr. Rahil Comes out with Ishani & there they see Gayathri..Dr. Ishani runs and kneels down in front of her & pleads Dr. Ishani: I am Sorry aunty. its because of me.. Dr. Rahil explains that Sid is being taken to OT. Gayathri makes her stand & takes her to nearest bench & says Gayathri: U r not the reason. never feel guilty or sorry. Sid, is like that only. Dr. Ishani: He made me friend when everybody are avoiding me. But i made him to suffer.. Gayathri: Never say that . U didnt even understand him & his friendship. he always places his friends over him. if u r still not satisfied then I'll believe u. only if u make my sid say that this happened because of u. OK Dr. Ishani : looks into her & cries. Gayathri: i can see u were also hurt. please treat ur self beta! Rahil: Yes! u should be treated soon. please come with me.. Dr. Ishani: BUT.. Rahil; please ! U really require treatment.. He takes her.. & on their way they happen to see Anjali & Shashank: Anjali: Dad! please control yourself. Nothing shall happen to Sid. Dr Juhi is there to take care. Shashank: Yes! (sighing) I hope so! Nurse: Dr. Anjali, there's an emergency case . Dr. Rishab needs ur help. Anjali: I am coming. (looking at Shashank & latter assures her to go) Just then,Dr. Ishani abruptly goes & hugs Shashank cries her heart .. Dr. Ishani: I am the reason this happened with him. I am always bad to those who are good to me. Dr. Rahil: Ishani please calm down.. Sir, she has to be treated ..she is injured.. Dr. Shashank: please get first aid kit to me. I'll treat her.. U can leave.. Rahil handovers kit.. but he doesn't leave .. he helps him .. like cutting bandage ..giving cotton soaked in solution etc.. Dr. Shashank: Ishani, see beta! u cannot think like that.. everything will be fine.. please. See Ur uncle is treating to u.. Right. He will be fine.. and if u feel guilty u ask him sorry once he is fine. OK. but no more tears..OK. cleaning her face with his hand. Dr. Rahil smiles at there bonding & Ishani's concern.. Dr. Juhi performs the operation with team consisting Dr. Asha, Dr. Naman, Nurse Reema & other 3 doctors Vardhan visits operation theatre from outside & wishes that u should be alive ..!(to himself but audible) Dr. Anjali : I thought u hate Dr. Sid! Vardhan: then u dont know me. I dont know about me. But one day someone might hate him.. Dr. Anjali: what? Vardhan: Just kidding! who will hate one of best doctor of Sanjivani.. I'll take leave & could u please update me with his condition. Dr Anjali: Ofcourse! (with suspicious look) Operation is suuccessful.. Juhi comes back & informs everyone.. All are happy.. Juhi says he is taking rest & u people can see him tomorrow.. All people leave happily & Juhi leaves to inform Dr. Shashank. Asha to gayathri: aunty ji we cannot see him now. he is out of danger. We can visit him tomorrow. Gayathri thanks god. leaves to home after looking her son for one last time through the glass door.. NEXT MORNING: Asha , Naman, Gayathri, Rahil & Sam visit Sid's room. First all the people just visited him & wished him to get well soon & left .. Sid: Whoa! today I am feeling like I am a celebrity!! isn't it cool! (smiling) Gayathri: Sid! u will never change . Sid: Maa! but they were about to attack her.. Gayathri: I know . I know.. but u should also consider me.. I don't have anyone except u.. U cant leave me right. U protect anybody.. I dont care. but don't get hurt.. I can't take it. Sid: Maa! now u r speaking like her.. how can i not get hurt while I am fighting. Gayathri looks disappointed...While all others smile.. Sid: OK sorry Maa!.. How is ishani? Is she fine? Rahil: She is with Dr. Shashank.. She has some scrathches on her hand & head.. Sir, treated her.. I mean she was not willing to get treatment..yaar! Gayathri: She was just crying & crying .. She is thinking that she is the reason for your state.. I think u Can only make her understand.. Just then Nurse Reema comes there.. Reema: So our Celebrity is awake.. Good Morning, Dr. Sid! Sid: Good Morning, Beautiful! So how much did u miss me? Reema: Shall i say the truth, Not at all .. because from the moment u were admitted the whole hospital is talking about u.. so i didn't miss u. & moreover i know u would come back, because we had a pending date!!!! Sid: Yeah!! Gayathri: thank you for taking care of my son.. Reema: Oh! when did I take care of him..? Well he got a new care taker now! All just looked at eachother.. like who? Reema: I mean Ur partner in crime.. Dr. Ishani!!! Yeah ! she is the one stayed the whole night with u.. gave u medicines, dressed Ur wounds, ..all ! she was just sleeping holding your hand while i came in the morning shift.. Asha, Naman, Rahil & Sam..altogether: Holding his hand!!!!!! Sid just smiles remembering how she hugged him.. how she told him not to leave him...All the moments flashed in his mind.. & was smiling!! Asha: What happened, Dr. Sid. Sid: nothing ! Gaythri phone rings; Gayathri: what? OK I am coming right, now. Sid, Guddu is troubling vidya Aunty, I have to leave. I got Ur breakfast & fruits. please have them. I'll come back in the evening..OK saying this she kisses him on his forehead & leaves. Within few minutes, Dr Shashank visits him. Dr Shashank: Dr. Sid, u really scared me.. Sid: Sorry, but i didnt mean to. Dr Shashank: U should be careful. I shouldn't hear such news again.. U can leave us & sanjivani. U can't leave me ..! Sid: I know.. u'll need me . How will u be able to handle Vardhan alone? Dr Shashank: hahah! yupp! please be safe next time atleast for me.. and Ha! have you talked to Ishani, She is hell tensed about you.. Sid: I know.. but why didn't she come & meet me after my Operation? Dr Shashank: she feels she is the reason.. Sid: I feel like Iam babysitting her! Dr Shashank: Well Ur babysitting is working. She finally found a friend & totally worried about him.. Sid smiles Dr Shashank: Iam happy about it.. But this is really new. I mean she is the first person after Rishab & vardhan to fight with u.. & now u r like a close friend to her.. Sid : Yeah! I am waiting to see her since i Opened my eyes Dr Shashank: really!! with a smirk!! Sid: I mean She is also hurt right, So.. (covering) Dr Shashank: OK, ok but i dont think she would visit u. Sid: she will only if u both help me! + Dr Shashank & Reema look at Sid, with What? look! Hunterwali-4 Sid: She will Ofcourse, Only if u both help me Reema & Shashank look each other With What ? Kind of look.. Sid explains them.. & they smile. Just then Dr. Juhi visits them .. Juhi: Dr. Sid I hope u r fine now..! and what were smiling for? Sid: Iam fine Dr. juhi. I mean u r the one who treated me so I'll be more than fine.. Juhi: Good to hear that..and Sir! what is going on here? will anybody tell me or not! Shashank: Woh! Actually, it is Sid's secret. I guess so.. Juhi: Oh really! now I am really feeling that he replaced me as Ur favourite student now...! Shashank: Hahha! i was just kidding. actually we are planning to make Ishani to visit him.. U know right, how she is avoiding speaking to him.. Juhi: Finally, u r back with naughty team sir.. Well i think I can help u people.. Sid: Oh really, But how Dr. Juhi Dr. Juhi & Dr. Shashank exchange looks & the latter sighs understanding her intention & both smiles..& all leave from there saying just a second & all the best to Sid.1 Sid: Dr. Ishani... IN OTHER CONSULTATION ROOM AT EVENING: Dr. Ishani completes her shift & was about to leave.. suddenly she just remembers how everyone was talking about his condition & how her friends asked her to speak to Sid.. But she is very much guilty & angry on her that she just let goes of the thought of visiting him.. just then Dr. Juhi enters her room saying Juhi: Dr. Ishani actually I need u to work for extra shift . is it OK for U? Ishani: A..Yes Dr. Juhi. I will. Juhi: Take this. U r now to take care of Sid. Please ensure that all the tests are done , medicines were taken time to time..OK. before she could respond to it: Dr. Juhi: I have to leave I am already late. OK Dr. Ishani . Good night. please update with the status.. Juhi comes out & signals Reema .. Reema smiles & gives Thumbs up.. IN SID'S ROOM: Sid: Maa! why didn't u come now? (in video call- phone) Rahil (other side): Bhai! I came here to bring her & guddu mama to u.. but today's weather is not good Bhai!.. So i should also stay here.. that's why I arranged this video call Gayathri: Beta! how are u? Sid: Iam fine Maa!! Gayathri: Oh! so tell me did Ishani meet u? Sid: we have planned .. but don't know madam would come or not! Gayathri: PLAN?? Sid explains everything.. She smiles listening to that .. WITH ISHANI: Reema: Dr Ishani, please hurry up.. actually Sid! is not moving at all.. he might have paralysis..! Ishani: What? How can that be possible! there is no complications mentioned in his report!! No!! starts slightly crying out of tension... and runs to Sid's room.. SID'S ROOM: Sid is lying facing other side, though his monitor shows normal pulse rate she didn't even observe and enter the room, walk till the bed.. just then Dr Asha, Dr. Naman reach the door & stand there. All others come out.... She understands that she has been tricked. tries to leave but Dr. Shashank: Wait Ishani, this is not fair.. U should speak with Sid. Ishani: Uncle, seriuosly ! You are also involved in it Sam with Sid's phone in video call both Rahil & Gayathri..watching themm.. Dr. Shashank: U told u will ask sorry.. atleast ask it.. Sid: I mean u feel sorry! Why ishani for saving me.. u hate me that much!! oh(with cute pout) Ishani: (controlling her Anger) I am not only sorry but also angry SIR (to Sid). anyway I am ur post OT doctor. So if u could please allow me Let me check ur stitches & please take ur medicines SIR Sid: Ishani , now y r u addressing me Sir? we are already friends right! Ishani: No! we are not Sir. u r my senior.. and by the way U'll not be able to take my friendship right now.. and u all didn't even leave.. anyway .. Sid SIR please cooperate with me.. Asha: Oyy! Babydoll , why r u reacting over? He saved u . u should thank him.. Ishani: Yeah! i know but that doesn't he has to harm himself.. and .. huh!! whatever! SIR please let me do my job.. Dr. Shashank, Dr. Juhi & reema just watch them to let them sort the situation.. Sid: OK fine. next time I'll be careful fine..! Ishani gives a deadly glare to him Ishani: Next time..! Next time!(little slowly but with full on anger) SId: Yeah! u r sorry.. my punishment is be my friend for today! Ishani: (still controlling anger- sarcastic smile) i told u SIR u can't handle my friendship! Sid: no! No ! I can handle give it a try! Ishani: So u say I am Ur friend.. right Sid: Only for today ..if u feel bad.. but yeah I don't mind for lifetime! Ishani: I only require 5 mins. I am really warning u, dont tell me that i didn't warn u. Sid: R u going to kill me..Haha!! Ishani: OK Ishani.. u can do it.. by this time Asha & all others are near Sid. None at the door. just then Neil enters the room silently but none observes . Ishani: (loudly) How dare u? U stupi.. Idiot.. Duffer...u r mad.. like what do u think of u? ha .. superman, spiderman , hero.. I told u before we shall take Main road.. u deliberately took short cut.. then again i told u do not fight them ,, u fought.. & ok again i told u take some stick or log to fight & i'll also help u.. NO! because u r the only Hero.. what a fight.. & then u dont listen to me . u got hit on ur head.. I am alone.. what if they attacked us when we are faraway from highway? No! even that doesn't seem logical.. and what u r saying .. NEXT TIME.. I mean NEXT TIME.. so u want to get hurt again.. Iam telling if I happen to listen again that I am going to give tight slap on Ur face. Do U get that??!!! & remember ur mother gave me right to do..(she told all this one go & stopped breathing heavily) 1 BY this time all were like.With Eyes open widely.. Dr. Shashank ..whoa! Dr juhi & Reema : Smiling Dr Asha, Dr Naman & Sam: i think she got mad because of tension.. Iam scared of her now!!! Sid: with million Dollar Horrified Expression!!! Ishani: Now tell me ? Sid: (in trance) SORRY!!(with shocked expression)1 Ishani: Not Sorry! will U again do such act..? (being close to him, keeping her hand on one side of his bed) Sid: nodes NO! but immediately smiles!!!! Ishani then stands back.. Neil : Hello guys! Hi Shashank Uncle.. Did u recognise me? Juhi: Welcome Mr. Neil Khanna!! Shashank: Neil.. khanna,....Oh! Tillu beta..! Wow! 1 Neil : Uncle..TILLU! Not Atleast here please .. Shashank: OK OK.. I forgot How are U? please meet my bachha! Neil my friend. prakash Khanna's son! U here? Juhi: then u need another intro.. meet mr. NEIL KHANNA, IPS Shashank: IPS,, Iam proud of u! Hmm. So.. Neil: Uncle we shall have a long chat later .. but I am here for my duty.. Juhi: Yes officer! Neil: we have arrested those goons & they are in jail now.. I just came to inform u all & some other case related.. but yeah! i have seen quite a good scene .. I mean she is crying like hell yesterday & today new avatar!! He saw Ishani still looking angrily at him Neil: Whoa!! she is same like my wife!! HUNTERWALI! 1 VOICE AT THE DOOR: What?!!!!!(any guesses?)1 All turn to door!! VOICE: U mean to say I am hunting u , torturing u everyday! This is not fair Tillu!!! Neil: Avni!! what r u doing here? Avni: Yupp! when husband like u doesn't respond to calls, doesn't eat & take selfcare , then wives has to be behind themm DD: I am sorry Sir.. Bhabhi..actually.. Neil looks at with " i'll deal with u later" expression.. Neil : SHHH! calm down Avni this is my last case .i was just going to come home after this.. See meet my favourite Uncle,, Super famous Doctor.. Shashank uncle.. Avni: Sorry ! uncle ji. I didn't realize u were here.. (she takes blessing.. shashank blesses her) just then Neil says slowly like a whisper to everyone : (Bola na Hunterwali hain!!) All smile .. Even Sid & Ishani .. but Ishani gives a glare to sid again.. Ishani: Thank you officer.. U were very helpful to us yesterday!! Neil: No! No! its my Duty .. Now I think ur friend is fine now.. he comes near Sid & extends his hand Dr. Sid.. Nice to meet U.. (slowly whispers Ur friend is so worried about you ..she is dangerous .. be safe atleast for her) Sid smiles nodding & whispers yeah! i think so. I have got see this side first time.. Neil:(loudly) NEXT TIME if it happens just remember to inform me I am here to help.. hearing next time.. Ishani with What? (little angry) expression. SID & All others(youngsters) make not again! expression Elders smile.. Neil & avni are confused.. Neil: What.. guys! Sid: sir please don't say next time!!(signalling to see ishani) Neil: (remembering Ishani's one go warning)OOps! I am Sorry Doctor....? Ishani: Ishani(with smile) Shashank : Chalo atleast I came to see My daughter (to avni) today..Come we shall have a tea.. & u both should visit me today .. Avni& Neil know that they cant put down Shashank & accept the offer.. they leave with Shashank.. before leaving he signs Ishani & Sid to sort out their differences.. All this is seen by Gayathri & gets overwhelmed that someone is taking care of her Sid. Rahil cuts the call after Ishani speaking to Gayathri.. She supports her.. All leave one by one where Ishani starts dressing his Stitches. Sid: I am sorry.. Atleast talk to me properly.. See I am not used to ur silence..Ok it doesnt make me feel good Ishani.. Ishani: And iam not used to see like that.. Sid: What? Ishani: See Sid! i can see u treat others, i can see u fighting with me , i can see arguing with vardhan, I can see making everyone happy.. But I cant see U..(by now she starts crying slowly) with lots of blood not moving not respond like a lifeless body!!(closing her eyes)1 Sid: holds her face with both hands & cleans her tears .. & says Iam sorry. I never thought this affect u this much.. Ishani: u made me friend.. I am trying it ..but don't make me feel my friendship is curse.. Sid: Never !! u can't think like that .. See the bright side.. its because of u i am safe. I have seen u have done my first aid.. u made sure we got help.. u informed..everyone.. that made their job easy.. u r a brilliant doctor & a great friend Ishani.. Ishani giving a small smile.. how come u knoww? Sid: I can see .. i am not totally unconscious.. Yeah! one more thing U hugged me..! See ur first "JAADU KI JHAPPI" worked & i am safe!!+ Ishani slightly blushed at this.. Sid: I can get another ,, so i'll be fine..What do u say? Ishani with smile.. really? kind of expression. SCREEN FREEZES JAADU KI JHAPPI-5 Sid: So I think I can get another .. So that I'll be more fine..! So Will u give me another Jhappi? (with pout & with open arms) Ishani:(with Really!!!! wala look ) No! atleast not now.. For that I have conditions, are u ready? Sid: Oh ! Excuse me I am Ur senior!! Ishani: Achhha ! OK Senior SIR!!(with cute pout) Sid: Ok,, OK dont call me Sir. tell me what are those? Ishani: First- take Ur medicines, then take rest.. then- take proper diet, then- no doctor job till u r totally cured.. Then- Jhappi.. Sid: But..! Ishani: No more Arguments..! Sid please !! Sid: OK.. Ishani leaves from there , just then Shashank enters the room just to check if their patch-up went fine or not? he silently watches whole Sidisha's conversation.. Ishani: Uncle u r still here? Shashank: Actually, i came to see if Sid is safe.. I mean u were very angry! Ishani: Uncle!! (pout) Shashank: (with smile) U go & clean urself . I have asked Sunil to get dinner here.. today we will have dinner together!! Ishani: really ! I'll be right back..! Sid: What a girl, Sir!! Shashank: I know..(he approaches Sid.. holding his hand )... THANK YOU.. Sid: SIR!! it's nothing! she is very nice & naive!! Shashank: No! Sid its a huge thing .. After these many years I have seen an Old Ishani..that baby ishani who is so stubborn, cutely angry, compassionate & caring!! I really owe u for that because I have seen how she lived her life.. I hope she start accepting everyone.. slowly..Earlier i was worried, but now I am sure .. the day is soon to be arrived.. Thank you beta.. and GOD BLESS YOU!2 Sid feels happy knowing how emotionally he is connected with her.. Shashank: I hope ur friendship never vanish .. Sid: Arey! Sir! Never ever. U know me right! Shashank: Hmmm!! Later, they have their dinner.. In midst she feeds Sid.. (with spoon.. only ! i mean she genuinely has a problem she cannot be so comfortable all of a sudden.. she is good with holding hands & rarely with Jhappi only with sid.. she need to still work on her socializing skills..) But shashank is very happy.. he just felt like that this friendship is definitely going to go far & far..){OFCOURSE WE KNOW THAT TOO :] :] :]} Later sid was properly taken care by ishani.. ha every now & then Dr. rishab used to trouble her..1 Still they manage to spend time together after ishani's shift.. Sid made sure some or the other doctor from their friends gang present with them so that ishani could try gelling with others.. FEW DAYS LATER: Sid is totally cured & resumed his Duties as Senior Resident. Ishani started working on her Socializing skills.. They became good friends.. While everybody were busy with their daily routine.. All our doctors gang & Rishab were called to meeting hall by shashank sir. IN MEETING HALL: Juhi, Reema, Anjali, Shashank were present.. All wished their Sir & Madam .. Good evening..All elders sitting.. Shashank: Alright Doctors.. We are speculating that there might be a field trip in next month.. So we have to send a group of doctors & nurses to that trip.. Juhi: If that trip turns to be true, then it is a great opportunity for u to learn. Shashank: So as u guys haven't been to any external trip.. we want to send this team.. all are excited.. they are happy to get this opportunity.. VOICE: one minute Dr Shashank.. All look towards door.. Vardhan(yupp).. But Dr. Sid cannot be part of this.. Shashank: Mr. Vardhan, u came to wrong place & that too without invitation.. u don't have any business in this.. Vardhan: ofcourse Dr. Shashank.. Nothing personal.. but Rules u know.. I can't let u break rules for ur favourite students.. Right ! Juhi: what do u mean? Vardhan: relax, Dr. juhi. Dr Sid likes to treat people for free.. right. so he treats them without admitting them into the hospital . though u people know that u wont say anything .. Shashank tries to interrupt... one second Dr. Shashank.. I am not here to prove him wrong.. i have left that , but that's why he can't attend for trip.. i mean in this year, he has not taken enough no. of cases to allow him to be part of such trips.. vardhan: we have to play by rules!! Right Ishani!! (smirking).. Rishab feels happy.. Anjali: He is right we can't send him there.. Anyway he has been to such external trip earlier . so that will be fine .. but if u really have to go then u should complete cut-off no of cases.. u may try...we have time.. Juhi: Yeah! she is right.. we have time.. u should try Sid.. Vardhan: well let's see then.. thank you Dr. Anjali. Atleast u understand me well.. Shashank: please disperse..(little angry) Asha: Yaar this Vardhan & rishab!! they are always on our back.. Ishani: Dont worry we will play by rules & sid will definitely be part of trip. (with a wink to Sid) Sid smiles to it.. Shashank, Juhi & Anjali smiles..& leaves.. All leave from there excitedly.. Sid: i dont know what i will do.. u all might have to go without me.. Ishani: no.. not at all . u have lot of time.. Sid: Rishab & Vardhan will not let me go! I feel sick, now. Ishani looking here & there sensing that no one is there .. gives him a tight hug!!! Sid smiling, reciprocates hug Ishani: see I gave u my JAADU KI JHAPPI.. now u will come & u should make it possible to prove that my jhappi has power!!(smiles shyly removing hug)+ Sid: Nice one! yeah.. i have to now.. chalo its already late.. I'll drop u home & leave. SOMEWHERE ELSE: RISHAB: I'll see how u are going to join this trip!! OTHER SCENE: VOICE: I want u to join them Sid.. (guess who?) SCREEN FREEZES...

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