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enormities-writes · 24 days ago

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imagina Alisha Daniels (misfits) with a fem!reader who’s power is immunity and them falling in love. really fluffy maybe? with a smidge of angst when reader finds out Alisha used her power on Curtis (cant remember which episode).

just a thought feel free to ignore this request.

Secrets | Alisha Daniels x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your trust in Alisha is tested after becoming closer to her.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, a whoooole lotta cursing, panic attack?/being horrified at dead people, not proofread, probably ooc everyone, kissing, everything in the show, crying, tried my best to sound British but I’ve never had beans on toast

Words: 8050

A/N: I got episodes 2 and 3 mixed up, oopsies. I'm so sorry this has taken so long; I have been so terribly busy. I don't remember writing like half of this, so I have no idea if it's good or not. I hope you guys like it.

To the person who made this request, thank you so much for making it, it makes me so truly happy. I'm so sorry this took so long.

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Please do not copy or translate any of my work. Thank you!

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Some big guy called Tony could not seem to shut up.

“There are people out there that think you're scum. You have an opportunity to show them they’re wrong.”

And it wasn’t like the guy with curly hair was any better. You don’t think a single person here has thanked him for his little comments. And yet when some guy threatens to stab him, he takes it as encouragement.

You sigh as a ringing cell phone brings you out of your thoughts. “Hi.” You look over and see a short girl with curly, bouncy hair talking into her cell phone. A thin pale belt cinches in the waist of her offending orange jumpsuit, and brightly colored bracelets sit on the skin of her wrist.

Her face adorns moles and freckles sporadically sprinkled, resembling constellations in the night sky. A sheer pink gloss is spread over her lips, shining and shifting in the light of the outside sun.

Voices overlap, a cacophony of sounds and noises coincide until one reaches above the rest. “What makes you think you’re better than us?” Was that even English?

The curly haired boy keeps egging everyone on and eventually Most Likely To Become a Murderer guy puts his hands on him, pushing and pulling on his jumpsuit with threats spewing from his lips so Tony is forced to cut in.

A loud laugh comes from the beautiful girl with fluffy hair, her mouth opened wide, teeth showing in a wide grin. Her eyes crinkle and squint from the force of her smile. The wind blows through her hair and carries the sound of joy within its breeze.

Later, you hold brushes slathered in white paint, gliding them along dark, metal benches. Most of you are painting without care, letting full droplets and trickles dry, making the surface imperfect and bumpy. The scent of wet paint fills the stale, dry air, making it feel as if your nose hairs are about to fry off.

Every once in a while, you’d look over to see the pretty girl, whom you now know as Alisha, to be talking with the runner guy. She’d give him a look over, admiring where his skin would stretch over large muscles, giggling with him, and batting her eyelashes.

You imagine the nights where it’s just you two, laughing and cuddling while drinking hot chocolate. The days when you would put together a picnic, her eyes turning golden in the sunshine. What would her soft skin feel like underneath your fingertips? What pet names would she call you? What would it feel like to wake up next to her every day, streaks of warm sunlight running through the curtains?

A sigh would leave your lips, and you’d get back to the task at hand. Feeling a gaze on you, you look up, finding icy blue eyes looking in your direction.

He's been quiet this whole time, but his gaze is almost understanding. A look of warmth is in his frigid gaze, his brows and eyelids relaxed and empathetic. After a second of silent support, you both go back to the task at hand, looking back down as your hands move the handles of wet paint brushes.

Your mind races with thoughts of the beautiful girl. Every laugh she emits, every smile that feels warm and indescribably ethereal. But her eyes are staring at him, whoever the runner guy is. Who knows if she even likes other girls? What if she's straight? I guess it doesn't matter if she's only interested in him anyway.

You know you're being petty and salty over two people whom you don't even know, but who can blame you? She's gorgeous. Even so, you try to redirect your thoughts to the bench in front of you.

After minutes of agonizing boredom, Tony walks out of the building and starts nagging the group. Everyone gets up, observing a large, dark, shadowy black cloud in the sky. The tendrils reach down as if they’re trying to touch land. The swirls would be almost pretty if it weren’t for the sinking feeling in your stomach. The whole sense of your body is yelling at you to get away from the darkness.

The feeling is proven right when a large ball of ice crashes into an empty car just a few feet away.

Glass shatters, chunks and pieces flying in every direction as the metal of the hood becomes dented from the impact. The car rolls back, violently colliding with other cars adjacent to it. If anyone had been in that car, their skull would have undoubtedly been smashed in, and their brain would be mush, staining the fabric of the seats with the offending sludge.

The alarm goes off even though the top half of the car is unrepairable. The grating sound repeats over and over, piercing through the atmosphere. Screams echo out, mixing with it in a horrible song.

Another aggressive object flies down, hitting directly into the pond behind you all. Water splashes and flies, wetting whatever surface it lands on.

Black mist tendrils reach from the clouds, and your stomach churns at the sight, breath catching in your throat as the circumstances become dizzying.

More objects smash down all around you and Tony suggests getting inside. Everyone runs to the entrance, tennis shoes bounding down the concrete, legs burning to go faster as air escapes your lungs.

Screams ring out from every impact, some coming mere feet from your bodies, destroying anything they come in contact with.

Hundreds of objects rain down with unforeseen forces and even after going up all of the stairs to get to the double doors, Curtis finds them unwilling to open.

“Come on!” “Open the door!” “Come on! Open the fucking door!”

You fly back, lightning striking you all like lightning rods, the force pushing you up off the ground and into the air.

Energy courses through your veins for a split second, almost unnoticeable except for the fact that you feel as if you're breathing clearly for the first time. Soaring through skies of freedom and power, the clouds caressing your body like the softest blankets you can get your hands on. The air rushing over your body, cold but refreshing.

The feeling is swiftly ended by the impact of crashing you onto your back, every ounce of air in your lungs punched out at the force as you lay on the concrete.

Little did you all know that this storm would change your lives forever.

You all sprint into an open room with the front doors, the fluorescent lights making your orange jumpsuits boring and desaturated. Shoes slam on the reflective surface of the ugly gray linoleum tile.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, you can feel it pound in your ears, blood violently pumping through your heart.

A high pitched sound of rubber squeaking on the floor is heard right as you hear a grunt of impact, a person wearing an orange jumpsuit thudding on the tile. Your head whips over, eyes locking on Nathan laying down, presumably having just fallen. But your eyes are more interested in the deep red streaks and droplets decorating the gray tile, a puddle glistening under the corner of a just as gray locker.

The liquid stains Nathan's skin, running down every crease and crack, every wrinkle being moisturized by the horrid liquid.

His orange jumpsuit soaks it up, absorbing and soaking into the cotton or whatever cheap fabric they're made out of.

Your heartbeat sounds like a bass, each and every thump making nausea boil in your throat, your head feeling faint and light.

Thump

Your lungs greedily take in air, but it feels as if you’re not breathing at all, like your lungs are perpetually deflated, the oxygen passing through your nostrils thin and watered down. Your eyes are transfixed on the wetness leaking from under the hinges and gaps in the locker, the still spreading of it on the tile below.

Thump

“Is that blood?!” The chavs voice knocks you out of your trance, gaze frantically darting around the room.

Nathan darts up, horrified, gaze locked on his red hands. “Get it off of me!”

Everyone walks towards the locker with hesitant steps, one thought passing through you all. What's in the locker? Where is the blood coming from? No. Who is the blood coming from?

Your scan of the room is shaky, eyes searching for anything or anyone who can give you some type of support.

Alisha. Her lip wobbles, indentions being revealed on her chin. Her eyes shine with salty tears, they press up against the precipice of her waterline, so close to rushing over. Worried lines appear on her brow line. Her gaze locks with yours and the petrifying situation washes over you both.

You thought that when you would look at her and she you, you would feel relief. You would feel reassured and comforted.

But instead, you feel the need to make sure it’s she who’s feeling that way. You want her to find solace in your arms and to be able to know that everything is going to be okay. You want every ounce of doubt and worry to be washed away by your care. To sweep her hair out of her eye and cup her soft cheeks in your palms, even as hot tears roll down them. You want to be able to wipe the tears away, and for her cheeks to be dry once more, and for her to look at you like you’re everything she's ever needed.

Instead, the locker slams open under Curtis’s prying fingers.

Screams ring out and everyone immediately backs away from the body. It’s the guy with the cap from before. His head slumps forward and you all look at his pale, bloody body in silence.

It runs down from his ears, his jumpsuit soaked and sopping with the fluid. In some thin places, it’s already started to dry down, becoming flakey and patchy. His face is blank and completely relaxed, staring at the floor below.

A gasp leaves you, the stinging of tears start to gather on your waterline. Your feet move on their own accord, bringing you a few feet backwards in tiny, unrealized steps. Shaky breathing is emitted to your right.

Your blurry gaze slowly drags its way to look at Alisha. Her eyebrows press together as her hands cup around her mouth in mortification. Her eyes don't seem to waver from the body, transfixed on it like she can’t look away.

Her hands come down, her mouth agape and downturned. Her breathing is choppy and uncertain. Her hands shakily come down, and her back straightens, rigid.

The rest of them look at the body in morbid curiosity and fear. You pay them no mind, barely listening as your throat tightens. Alisha's tears glisten, her worry lines deepening.

“He’s going to kill us” she hiccups at the end, not being able to breathe properly.

“Shit, fuck.” Your air comes in and out in quick breaths. You turn away to the other wall, your back facing the scene. “Oh god,” You sharply take in a breath, your pulse racing. To your left, Curtis puts a hand on Alisha’s back to comfort her.

“Come on, don’t look at him.” He tries to console her, to no avail. His hand trails over, gently grasping her wrist.

His grip quickly turns aggressive, tightly squeezing her skin. He twists his wrist up, his hold on her never wavering. His back straightens, eyes going wide as if someone had shocked him or something.

But the next words that come out of his mouth are something that none of you could have ever expected.

“I’ve got to have sex with you right now.”

What the actual fuck just came out of this mans mouth?

Veins bulged from his arm at the force with which he was gripping her. Your head snaps over, looking at the scene in front of you. “You’re so beautiful.” Her face contorts into a disgusted expression, and she tries to pull away from his advances. Her body leans backwards, her arms jerking at the force of trying to get his hands off of her.

Your body moves without you thinking, hands coming up and gently gripping her forearm whilst harshly gripping down on his will all of your strength. You shove him with your shoulder, releasing both of their wrists once he’s backed off. You position yourself between them, your back to her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You have no fucking right, arsehole.”

Your hands come up, pushing against his chest once more, feeling his muscles and skin jerk backwards. He stumbles, his shoes squeaking on the tiled floor.

“What?” His eyes are still wide but more confused than before, his mouth wide. Overall, he has a stupid expression on his face.

A light hand touches your shoulder for a second and you look over, she's standing right beside you now. Her hand lifts with swiftness, throwing a harsh slap his way. His hand catches her wrist once more and he grips down again.

“You’re so hot! I’m gonna bone you! I’m gonna shag you senseless!” They push at each other, fighting for control.

You push him back, kicking a leg up as hard as you can right in between his legs. “Get off of her you psycho.”

His figure crumbles to the ground, hands cupping the source for his pain as if it's going to lessen anything. “What did I do?” HIs voice comes out hoarse and strained.

“You said you were gonna shag ‘er”

“You were getting your chap out!”

He groans in response.

“It’s when you were touching her.”

We all look around confused.

“Yeah but nothin’ happened with her.” Kelly rings out gesturing to you.

“Well no but-”

Alisha's eyebrows furrow, her hands shaking as she raises them to examine them as if there's some hidden key on her skin. She brings out her hands flat, bringing one to Simon's neck and one to your arm.

He immediately seizes up, eyes wide and mouth opening as wide as it can. Black veins run up his neck and all of his muscles tense.

You watch, a frown tugging your lips downwards as his eyes redirect themselves to hers. Whatever the fuck is happening to him does not seem to be happening to you whatsoever.

“I’m so hard for you. I want to rip off your clothes and piss on your tits.” She snatches her hand back, disgusted and panicked.

All of his muscles go limp the second there's no skin to skin contact between them, his body thumping on the floor.

Her eyes sweep over to you again, taking her hand off your neck. Even though the touch was tentative and Simon was acting fuckin weird, you savor the warmth of her touch. Even with her hand removed, you can remember the feeling of the soft pads of her fingertips.

“What the fuck is happening?” Her voice trembles, as she looks down at her hands, eyebrows curving up at the center, lines rippling up her forehead.

Long story short, you all may or may not have been forced to bury the probation officer and the hat kid. Jesus, it was disgusting. The cold of their pale skin, the dried blood, the bits of brain and gray matter, it was enough to make bile rise in your throat.

Dread. The feeling pulses through your body, all-consuming and repulsive. You had just spent hours digging through tough dirt to make a hole deep enough for two bodies. Two people's lives who’d been taken from them. Sure, Tony completely deserved it because of the crazy shit he had pulled and the hat guy was a prick, but they didn’t deserve to breathe their last breath today.

What would their families and loved ones feel? What if, for the rest of your life, you wake up in a cold sweat, reliving the experience? What if you get caught?

You’d be put in prison. Everyone would think you’re a murderer. You having to participate in community service and getting arrested was bad enough, imagine people looking on in disgust, thinking you did unthinkable things to someone. A son, a future husband, a future father. Their futures were completely ripped away from them.

Oh yeah, and you all have stupid fucking “super powers” Nathan compared you to the Avengers or some shit but in reality, the situation didn’t seem as peachy as it sounds.

Curtis could time travel, Simon could turn invisible, Kelly could read minds, Alisha could make people… horny? And you and Nathan had jack shit. Well, the only thing you could do was touch Alisha, which was a massive plus. Kelly also couldn't read your mind, and you could see Simon while he was “invisible”. A small part of you still kinda thinks they’re all just playing a trick on you, but you can’t prove it. But that small thought was overshadowed by the amount of evidence that the storm really did give you all powers.

As the days went on, you could see everybody struggling. Curtis was grieving his old life as a runner, Simon just wanted a friend, which asshole Nathan couldn’t help making fun of. Kelly had to deal with everyone's thoughts, and Nathan had to deal with having no power and the whole thing with his stepdad the guy who lives with his mum. Meanwhile, Alisha seemed to be having the time of her life. She was even flirting with this stupid guy who works at the community service center.

But, she was also getting closer to you. And a bit of that time was also spent flirting with you, much to your surprise.

She was fascinated by the fact that her touch did nothing to you. You’d hang out while doing community service and would play with each other's hands, seeing if, at any point, her skin on yours would make you do something. Once you both found out it did literally nothing, she liked the feeling of having someone else's fingers intertwined with hers without their grip tightening and filth spewing from their mouth.

A heap of clothing is piled in the main open space, next to the front entrance to the building.

“Hey, look.” Alisha holds up a black hoodie with fake fur surrounding the opening for the hood. “Ew,” You look at it, disgusted and confused about who would buy such a piece of clothing. The fur is grimey to the touch but clean, the fur having matted down with washes.

Your grossed out faces look at each other before giggles emit from your mouths, filling the air as smiles form on your lips.

The others try on clothes as she takes an item of clothing, whipping it at you. Laughs ring out, and after a minute, you push her onto the piles of clothes. Her body is caught by the massive pile, creating a big cushion.

Her mouth drops open, as if you have a massive audacity to do such a thing. Her face becomes mischievous as she grabs your wrist, pulling it, the force sending your center of balance off, making you fly forward to the clothes in front of you. You squeal at the unexpected revenge and land face-first on the pile.

She cackles, throwing her head back. You prop yourself up on your elbows, trying to look offended despite the unavoidable smile growing on your face.

“How dare you?!” She laughs harder at your comment, her arms wrapped around her stomach as if she has to brace herself for the force of it.

“You started it!”

You continue sifting through clothes, though half of your time is spent joking at some of the heinous shit in the pile and trying on some stuff for shits and giggles. Nathan tries to make you guys guess whoever the fuck he’s trying to impersonate with goggles on his head.

“All right, all right. I’ll give you a hint. I’m an annoying cunt.” He holds his hands out at his sides whilst he sits on the clothes, waiting for the answer to magically pop into everyone's heads. Instead, he gets a comment from Alisha.

“Yeah, we know that.”

You nod, agreeing with her.

He decides to brush it off, waiting for recognition to wash over anyone's face. “I’m Bono!” Your head tilts to the side. “Who the fuck-” One of the front doors to the building slams open, the new girl worker, Sally, dragging a girl with a hat with her.

All heads snap over at the sound, wondering who the girl with a hat is. “Who’s that?” “It’s the girl I had a fight with,” Kelly answers. “I’ve got some restorative justice bollocks with her.”

After Kelly gets up to go see what Sally wants with her and the girl she fought, Alisha holds up a white and pink polka dot dress up to herself.

“Cute.” The comment you give makes her have a bashful and big smile, holding her head down to try and hide it.

The worker guy from before, you cannot remember his name for the life of you, walks past, his attention being caught by Alisha. “Suits you.” He tries to flirt, a smug ass smile on his stupid little face.

As you roll your eyes, Alisha's smile widens, feeling good about herself.

As time passes by, almost everyone wanders off to do God knows what. The only people left “working” are you and Nathan (you more so than whatever he's doing. Kelly got pissed off and left, Alisha and Curtis are doing whatever they're doing, and you don’t think Simons helped sort clothes all day. You saw him in the locker room earlier, and when you raised an eyebrow at him, he shook his head.

After getting bored and starting to get a headache from Nathan, you wander the halls. You turn a corner, seeing Alisha exit the locker room. The new I-don’t-know-your-name-guy is down the hall with his clipboard.

Alisha wipes her cheeks, and you grow increasingly concerned, your pace quickening to get to her. “Hey, are you okay?” She looks almost ashamed as she looks at you. Her answer comes off quick, maybe a reflex. “Fine.”

“Yeah, you seem fine.” She glares at you as you come to a stop in front of her. Your hands reach up slowly, giving her the chance to push them away if she wants to.

Instead, she simply looks at you as your fingers gently wipe away the wet tears staining her cheeks. Your touch lingers on her soft cheeks, and when you pull them away, she still feels the lingering warmth from your touch.

“Well, you can always talk to me about anything. And if anyone makes you cry, I’ll kill ‘em.” She cracks a smile.

“No, I’m serious. I’ll stab the bastard.” The smile takes over, her head ducking a little before going back up. “Shut up.” “It’s the truth!” Your hands come up in a defensive motion, and she takes one, dragging you along the hall with a smile on her face, her inner turmoil temporarily forgotten.

You all had to help host a little dance for senior citizens. It was a cute room and atmosphere. Dance lights shine circles all round as music fills the room. Grandmas and grandads eat the catered food and dance, wrinkly and undeniably adorable.

The whole day you’ve had this old deaf lady talk her ear off about her grandkids to you. At Least you all got to wear your regular clothes. And Alisha looked gorgeous, as usual.

Speaking of Alisha, she barely gives Curtis a second glance the whole day. You both catch each other's gaze, and you try to get away from the older woman to talk to her, but apparently, you look like Edna’s great-granddaughter.

Alisha sulks, disappointed she can’t dance with any of the older men or women, so she stays in one of the chairs, sipping the punch in a little cup from the snack table.

You can’t help but stare, your heart aches at the sadness in her eyes, but Sally, the new probation worker, is basically breathing down your neck, watching every interaction you have.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Edna's words break you out of your trance. “I- we- what?”

“I remember when I used to look at my William would look at me like that. After he came back from the war, he wouldn’t take his eyes off of me.” She sighs wistfully.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” You try to gently explain, not wanting to sadden her or anything. “Not yet.” She smiles knowingly, nodding her head slowly.

“Go. I’m not getting any younger.” A chuckle escapes through your lips. “Thank you, Edna.” “You're welcome, now go. Go!” Her hands usher you in Alisha's direction, and you get up, walking over to the girl you’ve been thinking about since community service ended yesterday.

Her head is down, gazing at the punch cup in her hand. She wears a pink, and orange dress, different kinds of stripes decorating the white fabric. A black belt cinches in the waist and black capri leggings cover her legs. Her signature hoops hang from her ears and the right side of her hair is pinned back.

“You okay?” You speak softly, not wanting to upset or startle her. Her head rises and her sad eyes gain a twinkle at hearing it’s you who's bothering her.

“Yeah.” You raise an eyebrow and she sighs, her whole body moving with the heavy exhale. “It’s just… I wish I could do normal things like dance with senior citizens without everybody wantin’ to shag me. I tried to dance with this old man and-” She cuts herself off, her head lowering as she sighs again.

You bring your hands out, cupping her cheeks in your hands, making her look at you. Her eyebrows curve upwards, eyes glossy. Your hands glide across her cheeks, slowly down her neck, to settle on her shoulders. They softly and intimately squeeze and rub them, the muscles completely relaxing in your hold.

She immediately feels comforted, the borderline massage and the loving look in her eyes making her feel soothed and seen.

Your mouth opens to say something as Sally strolls over, an elderly man in tow. “A-” “Hey, could you dance with Tom here? He’s been asking.” Her gaze is obviously directed towards Alisha, but your brain works fast as Alisha's brain freezes, not knowing how to get out of it.

“Sure, I’ll dance with you. You pull away from Alisha and although she misses your skin on hers, she’s relieved the pressure has been taken off her.

You take Tom's hand, leading him to the dance floor as Sally follows, trying to correct your mistake. “Oh, I actually think Tom wanted to dance with-” “I love this song! Come on!” Your voice overpowers hers, and she gives up on trying to explain, going back to observing some of the others.

After you are all forced to help clean up, you and Alisha are roped into stacking some chairs before their use again tomorrow.

“I trust you too to wrap this up in a couple of minutes?” Sally's eyebrows are raised authoritatively, treating you like children. “Mhm”

She leaves, leaving the hollow and echoey sounds of you two stacking the last few chairs still out.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to dance today.” She glances up from the chair, she places it down on the stack. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Was busy sitting down and talking to Gloria.” “...Isn’t she mute?” Alisha shrugs, trying to brush off the situation.

After the last chair is stacked, her voice echoes out in the space. “Is it too late?” “Too late to what?” She looks almost nervous. Usually, she looks so confident and sure of herself, but recently, she’s started to shrink in on herself. “To dance?”

Her powers aren't as fun as she first thought they would be. She thought she would want nothing more than for everyone to desire her and think she's beautiful. She had no idea how horrible it was to never touch anyone ever again.

You being immune to her powers, your humor, the way you look at her, your wonderful smile, she could go on for hours about all the qualities she liked about you. She was attracted to you the second she met you. The immunity thing just gave her a little push.

“Of course it isn't too late.” Your voice comes out soft, betraying your adoration to the idea. Your eyes soften as you look at her and you walk away from her.

Your response mixed with your actions confuses her until she realizes you’re walking towards the little boombox on the snacks table. Its handle is pointing upwards, and as you push a button on the front of it, the CD inside plays slow music through the speakers.

You turn back to her, walking in slow steps towards her figure in the warm, dim lighting. Her hands are clasped behind her back, but as you get close, she brings them in front of her, reaching towards you.

She rests her palms on her shoulders, her fingers wrapping around your shoulders. Your hands tentatively come up, brushing against her hips. After a few seconds, you swallow, gathering up the nerve to comfortably hold them and bring her a little closer to you.

You sway slowly to the music, bodies moving leisurely as you both stare into each other's eyes. Her hazel eyes seem to sparkle in the light, stars dancing in them.

You don’t even realize you are both inching forward until her warm breath mingles with yours. Her arms are wrapped around your neck as you wrap yours around her back, slowly rubbing up and down the surface.

Her eyes flutter, trying to focus on you, but her focus switches between your lips and your eyes. Your breathing hitches, becoming a little irregular at the thought of your lips meeting. But before you can lean in yourself, her eyes close, and her face surges forward.

Your mouths lock into a sweet kiss. The taste of artificial strawberry from her lip gloss invades your senses as you gently suck on her bottom lip.

Her hand caresses the back of your neck, bringing you further into her hold, not wanting to let go just yet.

You disconnect your lips for a split second before reconnecting them again. Your lips click together briefly as you feel her sigh against you, meeting you in the middle once more.

The pads of her fingers move with her hold, now brushing your cheeks, her palms perfectly cupping them in her grasp.

Her nose digs into your cheek but you wouldn’t stop it for the world. The kisses are sickly sweet, just like her. They’re chaste, something she didn’t know she’d been missing for so long. It’s filled with something neither of you can admit to yet, something you don’t even realize in the moment. A single word that the two of you will tell each other one day when you’re safe and happy and something that will the uttered for every day afterwards.

Your fingertips dance absentmindedly, tracing slow, random shapes into the clothing on her back. She can feel it all the same through the layers of thread and fabric.

Her breath runs out all too soon, and although she wishes she could kiss you for eternity, she pulls away. Her eyes search yours, trying to find something. As you rest your forehead on hers, she seems satisfied she’s found it.

Your breath mingles with hers as you both lightly pant, completely forgetting the music you decided to dance to, forgetting where you are, forgetting the task at hand. The only thing on your mind is her. The rest of the world has fallen away, lacking greatly in comparison to the woman in front of you.

Neither of you says anything. Nothing needs to be said. The silence is nice and comforting as it fills the air, mixed with the light song the boombox is playing. There's a silent understanding in your gazes, and just as the moment builds up to something, something neither of you can explain, the sound of someone clearing their throat brings you both out of the moment immediately.

Pulling away from her completely is like trying to swim through molasses. You have to force your eyes to look over, not wanting to ruin the moment with the most gorgeous, amazing girl you’ve ever met.

“I told you to stack chairs, not snog. Off to the locker room you go to get your stuff. And you better not do anything stupid in there, I’ll give you five minutes.” Sally stands with her arms crossed, her voice strict but light and understanding. She walks off, her shoes tapping on the floor below. It seems like she turned off the boombox, and neither of you noticed, the music having ended just a minute ago.

There's something unsaid in the air, tension undeniable but not uncomfortable. When you turn your head, she's already looking at you and you hold your hand out, waiting to see her reaction. And still sitting in the silence of the room, she intertwines her fingers with yours and you both walk down the gray hallway towards the locker room. The boring gray is almost brighter, but completely overshadowed by the vibrant girl beside you.

A few days later, you walk into the community service building, the familiar gray walls and floor being ignored as you excitedly go to the locker room to hopefully see Alisha. You push open the door, slightly disappointed as you are met with Simon and Nathan. Simon freezes in his place as he zips up the last of his jumpsuit, and Nathan's mouth widens in a wince.

Your step stutters at their reactions and you make your way inside. “What?”

Nathan's shoes are off, but he's otherwise in his normal clothes, and he takes off his jacket, avoiding your gaze, pretending to stare at the wall and ceiling. “Nothin’! Nothin’ at all.” “What were you guys talking about?” You’re suspicious as you look at Simon, and his eyes widen. Knowing he’s about to crack, Nathan wraps an arm around his shoulders. “Oh, ya know. Talkin’ about how Simons’ a pedophile.”

Simon turned, a glare on his face as he jabbed his elbow into Nathan, making him pull away. “Ow! What?!” Kelly walks in and stops in the doorway, looking directly at the duo. They freeze, and as you look over at her entrance, Nathan moves a flat hand in front of his neck, waving it back and forth in a “don't” motion.

“She didn’t. Does she-” She cuts herself off and bites her lip, looking at you.

The whole day had been super weird but you and Alisha are as good as ever. The past few days have felt like a dream but it felt a little weird, there was always a heavy weight in her gaze, words constantly at the tip of her tongue.

You walk back to the others after getting a Coke from the vending machine and hear whispering. Kelly’s unmistakable accent immediately catches your attention, and the feminine, beautiful voice of Alisha whispers back. “No! It’ll ruin everything! We haven't even gone on a date yet!” “You tell ‘er or I will.”

Thoughts swim in your head as you try to piece together the puzzle of their conversation. You walk further, intentionally making your steps a little harder, and they stop whispering just before you walk around the corner.

After everyone has gone home, you and Alisha walk in the general direction of your flats. You’ve been doing this recently. Walking until you have to split off to get to your destinations.

You bite your lip and your hand shakes a little as you stop walking. She immediately looks back at you, stopping in her step. “Would you like to go out with me? To the movies or to get dinner or something?”

Her light eyes light up at the notion before her shoulders quickly deflate. “It’s okay if not. I understand.” The disappointment fills your voice, even with the effort you try to make to mask it.

“No, of course I would love to. It’s just..” Her tongue swipes across her lips, wetting them in a nervous gesture. “I haven’t been completely truthful.” After a few seconds of silence, she panics. “I mean, it’s not like I've been completely lying to you. It’s not like we were together or anything, just.. I’m sorry.”

“What is it?”

“Before we kissed, I touched Curtis.” You shrug, not realizing the meaning behind her words. “Well, yeah, you touched Simon, too.”

She sighs, not quite knowing how to get the words out. Her eyes squeeze shut before opening, not wanting to say it. “No. I shagged Curtis. The day we sorted clothes and I came out of the locker room cryin’, we had sex.”

The corners of your mouth lift the tiniest bit, waiting for her to laugh and say it was a prank or something. A tiny, confused chuckle passed through your lips. When you notice she isn’t smiling and a pained look is on her face, your smile drops and her heart drops with it.

“What?” The word is barely louder than a whisper.

“I didn’t- If I had known that we’d-” “You fucked Curtis?”

…

Tears fill her eyes, making them shine in the sunlight as a heavy pressure forms in the back of your throat. “I’m sorry. We hadn’t started anything yet, and it was one time, I swear.” Her words come out panicked and fast, trying to make the situation any better.

“If I had known what would happen with us, I never would’ve even thought- I- I basically raped him. He said that he didn’t remember anything afterwards, so he was basically unconscious. If I had known- If- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her hand comes up to cover her mouth, her face almost mortified.

Her breaths come out fast, her hiccups interrupting her speech. Tears race down her cheeks as tears well up in your own. “Please. Curtis and I talked it out, and I’ll never- We will never do it again. Please.”

You bring her into a hug, your arms wrapping around her as she buries her head into you. Your lip trembles as tears stream down your face. After a few seconds, you pull away.

“Get home safe.” The words are wobbly and finalized and the look in her eyes is scared. “Wait, no.” “I'll see you later” You sniffle, walking another way to get to your flat as she stands in the spot. “No, please. I’m sorry, I swear.”

You thank whatever God blessed you so you could cry in peace without having to go to community service for the weekend. You wallow in your apartment, your eyelids swollen and puffy as your tear ducts work overtime.

Not too long ago, Kelly showed up at your door, a bag of ice cream in her hand.

“I don’t even know why I’m so upset. We weren't even together. Fuck, we technically aren't even together now.” You bring another spoonful of ice cream to your mouth. “Because it’s still shit. They shag and not too long after, you guys are doin’ couple stuff.

You sigh. Her thick accent fills the soft, warm silence of your living room as you both stare at your ice cream, occasionally lifting the spoon to your mouth to taste the sweet flavor. “If it makes you feel better, she’s crushed. I think the second it happened with Curtis, she regretted it. She definitely feels bad, I heard it in ‘er head.”

You sniffle. “Why would that make me feel better?” She shrugs. “It’s nice to know what the other person is thinking.” “It's just.. I hate that it happened, but she didn’t cheat, and I know she feels horrible. Like, what am I supposed to feel? And she said she thought she basically accidentally SA’d him. She must feel like shit.” “She does. But they worked it out and he reassured her that he wanted it beforehand, so it's a little better now.” “Good.”

Silence fills the space. “I know I'm gonna forgive her, it just sucks.” “Yeah.”

“How does she make you feel? I can’t hear your thoughts so I got no clue what your thinkin’.”

The excuse rolls off her tongue easily. It’s true, but it’s not the reason why she’s asking. If you weren't so emotional and were thinking straight, you’d be able to see through it. Alas, that is not the case.

“I mean she's amazing. She is brilliant. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Every time I see her, I forget what I was thinking about. Now, every thought I have is filled with her. How her day was, how she's feeling, what she had for dinner. I could listen to her talk about nothing for hours.

But not only is she breathtaking, she's smart. She’s bubbly, funny, and entertaining. I’d be overjoyed to do anything with her. Her personality can make the dullest, saddest day into a happy one.”

“Does that outweigh what she did?”

You stare at the ice cream, the ice crystals slowly melting into a sweet syrup around your warm hold on the container.

“Yeah. It does.”

Kelly nods, not adding anything, letting you think.

You sniffle once more.

“She likes you. Like a lot. She just made a mistake before she realized just how much she does.”

“At least we have tomorrow off.”

Alisha usually lights up a room when she walks in. Everybody immediately looks her way, even subconsciously. Her skin practically glows in the lighting weather is the fluorescent lights, sunlight, or even the warm orange glow from when you first kissed. Her hair is frizzy and big and perfect. The little moles and freckles on her skin are embellishments, accentuating her beautiful appearance.

But she wasn't just pretty. While you are with you, your lips tug upwards no matter how hard you try to make them not to. Although her hobbies and activities on the weekends weren't exactly academic, she was brilliant. She’s smart, great memory. But most of all, she does what's best for her. She knows her worth and does things that she wants to do, rather than running around with her head cut off to please everyone.

Every little thing she did made you feel enamored. Every look, breath, and sound that came out of her mouth made your chest tighten in the best way possible. It was hard to keep your eyes off of her.

Finding out that she not only used her powers on Curtis but she did it right before you guys- …it made your eyes sting. It made you feel like you were sick and depressed. Your skin felt uncomfortable and itchy, your stomach felt like you ate poison, and your fists clenched until they were trembling.

But she was sunshine on a cloudy day. She was the first flower of spring. She was the first drop of rain after a drought.

When you walked into the community service building, Alisha looked miserable.

Sure, she was still wearing one of her tank tops with a bright design on it and a pair of her hoops. She still somehow pulled off that dreadful orange jumpsuit.

But she was slouching into herself, looking like she wanted to disappear, yet still rigid as if she were trying to pretend she was as confident and sure of herself as she usually is. As her gaze lifted to the door, they went big. Scared, worried, guilty, dreadful. She looked like the epitome of a sad puppy. She gulped and crossed her arms, her back straightening, and took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with the movement.

Words decide to leave your brain at the sight, breaking your heart more than the little fracture that was put into it because of all of this. You want nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings to her and tell her everything's going to be okay. You want to say that you can still work through this little hiccup.

But the words evade your head, especially with the onlookers of Nathan and Curtis. Curtis turns away, quietly clearing his throat as if to dispel the tension. Meanwhile, Nathan mimes eating popcorn.

Your eyes glance over to them and back at her. Your mouth feels dry, and your spit feels thick. It's hard to swallow, but once you do, you mutter the first thing your brain can fill in, even if it is cliché.

“Can we talk?” Although her eyes are still a little wide, she nods, getting up from her sitting position and leading you back outside to sit on the concrete steps a little bit away from the door.

The metal door closes behind you both as you pad over to a semi-secluded spot. The air is fresher and less suffocating. The scent of trees and the coolness of the light wind fill your lungs.

The sun is shining, but clouds block its rays, and the atmosphere is gloomy and gray. The concrete underneath your legs and hands is rough and almost itchy, but you don’t seem to care, barely giving it a second thought.

Silence encompasses you both, not knowing how to start off. Her voice cuts through the silence like a knife.

“You wanted to talk?” Despite her acting to pretend she’s unaffected by all of this, her voice cracks, betraying her. Her eyebrows curve up as she looks away and composes herself for a second. She looks back at you with a mask of indifference, but it’s seconds away from cracking. You think for a second, not knowing how to phrase it. You don’t want her to feel horrible, but you also don’t want to pretend like what she did didn't hurt you.

“I forgive you.” Your words makes the worry leave her face, replaced by confusion.

“What?” Her accent seems almost thicker as emotion seeps into the cracks of her voice.

“What you did hurt me. And I forgive you. I won’t forget what happened, and I want to go slowly with you. And we should talk more about this, but for the time being, I forgive you.”

Alisha stares at you blankly, her brain slowly processing.

“But- but I had sex with Curtis like a few days before we kissed. I mean fuck, directly after it you comforted me and-” “I know. Learning that you shagged him like two days before shattered me. But you can’t go back in time, and I’m sure you wish you could take it back and-” Before you could finish, she frantically interrupted. “I do. I wish it had never happened. I don’t know what I would do without you. Not only are you my dream girl, but if I lose you, I’ll never be able to touch anyone in my whole life ever again.” “That won’t happen. I promise. As long as you don’t fuck anyone else, we’re okay for now. Obviously, this isn’t the ideal situation, but we can work through it together. Go slowly, earn each other's trust, learn about one another.” “I’m so sorry. If I had known- Jesus, that’s no excuse. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I screwed up and-” You cup her cheeks in your palms, your fingers gently cradling her jaw and bring her lips to yours, pouring in all of your emotions into the kiss. The burn of the hurt, the pleading determination, the acceptance, all of it. You pull back and her eyes open, hands still resting on her cheeks. She opens her eyes, staring into yours. “I want to be your girlfriend, for Christ's sake, let me.”

She stares blankly at you for a second before her lips curl up in a smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

The sun peeks its way from behind the clouds, gracing your faces with warm streaks of light.

She leans back in for another kiss. Your teeth clash together from the overwhelming urge to smile. The kiss is just one of many in the days, months, years, and decades following.

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