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spring-lxcked · 12 days ago
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briefly leaving sp.n and fn.af-bully-oc hell because i saw fn.af on the dash. eyes glow red and i start levitating or whatever.
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pileofmush · 7 months ago
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WHAT'S NOT YOURS- Yuuta Okkotsu
summary: you're not the seventeen-year-old crybaby anymore, no longer the one he left. the problem is that he still loves you, just as much as he did ten years ago. do you still love him, though?
To Mushy, I hope you enjoyed this one. Uni is getting kinda rough, might not get to write again for a while. Implied ykw but nothing explicit. It's a mutual pining kind of thing, but reader doesn't want to admit it. I love you,
-rosie
I think it's you, you say, he shifts to look you in the eye. The one I love.
His gray eyes find solace in your necklace, the one he bought for you. O-oh. I- um-
That's okay. You don't have to.
-/♡\-
The first time you meet him again is in a konbini, a Wednesday.
The fluorescent lights hum incessantly, their ivory color showing you the way to your dinner. Though really, nobody should be eating dinner at 11: p.m.
The dull gleam of the white marble tiles hurts your eyes, you regret not wearing your glasses. Though, at least it brings you to a pack of chicken noodles packaged the same color as your scuffed sneakers.
Question: spicy or sweet?
Plain it is.
The cashier doesn't even look at you (Ai, you know her name without the ugly yellow tag), just a mumbled the usual? and doesn't wait on your answer as she stretches out a palm for the money.
You briefly think of running off just because you could, but you don't. Just give her the normal 1083 yen you're accustomed to at this point, the extra three she drops inside the charity can.
The gold-turned-copper bell rings as someone enters the- your convenience store, the recyclable bag long packed with your junk, healthy junk anyway.
Your tired eyes glance over after a few seconds of no movement, no sound. You realize he's been staring at you.
"Ah, can I help you?"
He practically falls on his way over, tripping on literal air as he makes his way. "Do you- um- do you recognize me?", you lie, you don't.
A frown carves away a smile from his cheeks, his teeth less showy. He says his name. He says yours.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it must've been the light. We dated right?"
Yes, you did.
"Ah, we did. Yeah."
You shrug, start to walk away, to the worn out handle of the door you push instead of pull (the label doesn't say that though). He grabs you by the forearm.
"Sorry- uh- you look good. Real good." He smiles, the bastard.
"Yeah. Um, you too."
You don't think about him.
-/☆\-
But he thinks about you.
He stares at the orange BiC lighter on his bedside table. Ten years later and he remembers buying Marlboro Reds for you and still complaining while he lights the cigarette. He wonders if you still smoke.
He wasn't lying when he said you look good. You do. You always will, to him at least.
Your taste still hasn't changed though, if the food you bought meant anything. Plain noodles, you used to buy them and complain about how salty they were, just to use half the pack of seasoning in actual noodles, and the other on plain rice.
He misses you. Though he has no right to.
(He wonders if you feel the same. He shouldn't be.)
He pushes his thoughts away as best as he can. He has a mission tomorrow, now he can only fit in four hours of sleep.
He falls asleep missing the smell of your body wash in his bed. Never thought he'd miss the smell of cigarettes in his room till now.
-/☆\-
You lied, you do think about him. You still remember him just as clearly.
Especially now, when his smile was as shiny as ever, agonizingly slow to show on his lips, pronounce his dimples. Genetics, he'd always say, but the
You still have the shiny silver necklace he bought for you. On your dresser, a dry and worthless monument to your love. Even the collection of Percy Jackson books probably worth more than two months of your salary.
You still have everything he brought, but he never took. Couldn't throw them away. Probably never will.
Memories of him still plague you as you dress yourself for work, the copper colored polyester feeling tighter than it did yesterday.
Pants coated in an agressive, blue stain are saved for tomorrow, you prefer the ones not soiled by blueberry sauce for cheesecake you don't like.
The restaurant you work at has perks, mainly the fact that after the workday you still have time to help out at the daycare because the young parents always give you a warm breakfast and lunch you're looking out for your community.
When the sun sets, Mei hands you an envelope, a small line of blue ribbon and a seal on it. Gold, you notice, the suns hines on it at an angle where it reflects back on your shirt.
"Here. For the holidays."
Her voice, worn down by years of screaming at incompetent guests, resonates through the air.
"I work holidays."
She raises an eyebrow.
"Don't care, pick up your shit and rest. You look awful, Chef."
She walks away before you can say anything, her soft sneakers kicking asphalt. Your voice lodges itself in your throat.
Oh well.
-/♡\-
The second time you see him again is when you camp out Black Friday, eight days after the first.
The cold night air burns a nostalgic sting on your nose, you remember the last you did this. Your purple sleeping bag- almost unrecognizable in color from years of torment and refusing to buy a bed- isn't the only warmth keeping you tethered to consciousness, there's a thermos of coffee too.
You're about to doze off when someone kicks gray asphalt into your face. The sleeping doesn't feel as comfy as it did before, you glare.
"What the fuck, man?"
The stranger turns in their tracks and beelines for you.in less than a second they're crouching and smiling at you and-
Oh, it's him.
"Oh, it's you."
You blink.
"Yeah, uh, hi."
He kicks away a leaf, plants himself on the ground beside you. The guy next to you shifts over when you produce a whistle from your lips, though not before a reluctant huff. You sit up to see him, in all his criss-cross applesauce glory.
He looks tired, like he always did.
"What are you doin' out here?"
"Yuuta, it's the day before Black Friday, I'm on the sidewalk next to a Target, guess."
He chuckles, his dimples still look cute. "I guess that's kinda dumb huh?"
"You think?"
You sit in silence, the uncomfortable kind, but you're not willing to be the one to break it. He does, after a minute of biting his lip and picking at his fingertips. Some things don't change, you suppose.
"I know you don't remember me, but-"
"Of course I remember you. You tore my heart out, how could I forget?"
"But you said you did."
"I lied. People lie. You of all people should know that."
"Ah."
He exhales a warm breath, a sigh. You stare at him, like you're waiting on him to do something, something you don't know yourself.
"I'm sorry, about everything. You're different now, you don't have to-"
"It's fine."
He asks for your number, and by some slip of your judgment, it's on his palm before you can tell him to fuck off.
"Can I-" He looks at you, you. "-call you?"
You're dumb, as dumb as you were back then.
You tell him okay.
-/♡\-
Trash reality TV plays, extra buttered popcorn strewn about on red, fuzzy carpet. The purple cloth of your sweater feels warm, yet not as warm as the body beside you.
Yuuta's arm is snaked around your torso, his leg around your thighs. He's eating chocolate of all things, the bucket of expensive popcorn abandoned on your glass table.
"Do you love anybody?", you ask, something a teenager shouldn't.
He chokes a bit. "Where did that come from?"
"Just curious," you lie.
"Well," he starts, "I love Inumaki, Itadori, and Rika." He smiles in thought. "Your turn."
You tilt yourself enough to look at him, his gray eyes.
"I think it's you," you say, he shifts to look you in the eye. "The one I love."
His gray eyes find solace in your necklace, the one he bought for you. "O-oh. I- um-"
"That's okay. You don't have to."
-/♡\-
You wake in a cold sweat, tears streaming down your cheeks.
You're seventeen again, wishing you could understand what he meant by curses, why he can't just stay.
You're sixteen again, bawling your eyes out because he's left without reason.
You're twenty, giving up on your new boyfriend because it's just not the same, not like it was with him.
You don't make a sound, simply lie awake in your own tears for a minute, staring at one of the rings you snatched from his apartment when you left.
Fuck him, for making you suffer.
-/☆\-
The third time he sees you, it's a full month after the second.
The A/C unit of his car feels like it's trying to freeze him to death, like it sees how truly pathetic he is and wants to put him out of his misery.
Honey: Where r u rn?
You: Outside.
Honey: what I literally don't see you
You: ???? Am I at the wrong house???
Honey: js kidding lmao im coming out in a few minutes
Surely enough, he sees your figure leave the house after a few minutes, silver and copper keys closing the mahogany door.
When you sit in his car, it's the first he sees you all dolled up in a while. Your white peplum top and cherry perfume, sky-blue bell bottoms, the silver chain on your neck and the infinity bracelet on your wrist.
It's embarrassing, really, how much he's practically wrapped around your little finger.
"Where to?"
"Do you still remember where my mom lives?"
Yeah, he does. He remembers every minute detail about you.
"Yeah, I do. Hiraizumi then?"
You nod. He pulls out of your driveway and onto the road, tries to strike up conversation.
"How've you been these days?"
You blink. "Fine. You?"
"Good, good."
The silence feels awkward, to say the least. Neither of you know what to say, both too unwilling to talk to the other
Whatever, you're gonna be in there for a while anyway, might as well.
"In case you're wondering, my sister is pregnant again. It's her baby shower, and we're keeping it at mom's house. Her and the husband keep fucking like rabbits, so yeah."
He chuckles, "Didn't they have 3 kids ten years ago?"
"Yeah, this is their seventh. A girl, I think."
The car goes silent, he keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye. The sun shines directly on his eyes, his dark circles more obvious than ever. Does he even sleep?
"I'm really sorry." He says, out of the blue. Sounds sad, regretful. "About everything."
You don't respond, opting to doze off in his car.
-\♡/-
"I'm sorry." You hear, it takes a second to register. "I can't be with you anymore."
"Oh."
Your fingers twitch at your eyes, yearning to hold something, anything.
Him, you want to hold him.
"Why?" You're confused. Things seemed to be fine, you've found no problems in your relationship.
"It's not you, just that my job makes it hard to be in any relationship." He tells you. Refuses to meet your eyes.
The cigarette falls from your hand, ash mixing with gravel. Yet he looked so beautiful now, even as he tore your heart out and ate it.
"Can't we just- you know, keep it a secret?" He shakes his head, answering with words that break you into pieces.
"When can you come by and pick up your stuff?"
-\♡/-
When you wake up, you're in time to see, or rather, hear him pull the car into the driveway.
Should you open your eyes? Nah.
Yuuta touches your shoulder, once, twice and shakes it last. "Wake up, honey." He says, nauseatingly sweet. You're disgusted. Why does he still call you that?
You pretend to wake up, pretend to not be dazed by your nightmare dream.
Your mouth tastes sour now, like it did back then.
"Did you want to come inside?" You offer. He refuses, the beginnings of an excuse forming on his pale lips.
Your mother is, as usual, ecstatic to see you. She jumps of joy, which really shouldn't be possible considering her arthritis. She takes the small gift from your outstretched hand, For the new mommy! and sends you off to talk to the rest of your family.
You don't.
You trip over a pink lego block on your way to the bathroom, a disgruntled child barking a hey! to you.
You stare at your face in the mirror for a hot minute.
Why did you do this? You have friends, friends who aren't your exes, who have cars, who could bring you to this shitty excuse of a party.
The only conclusion you come to is that you're still dumb, still naive. Just as you were ten years ago.
You wipe away your tears quickly. Can't ruin your eyeliner.
-\♡/-
The ride home is uneventful as you imagined, just as quiet as the was before, only this time, he doesn't let you out just yet.
"Can you stay?"
You're caught off-guard. After everything?
"Yuuta, I'm not yours anymore. I gave up, I gave up five years ago when you changed your number."
He sighs. You see tears start to well up in his eyes.
He offers to walk you to the front door. You take it.
As he's on your porch, watching you fumble your keys into the lock, you think he looks pathetic as ever.
Something told you to let him leave, to block his number, that he'd accept it. But you're dumb, and when the door opens, you find all of your pent-up frustration, sadness, love, and pain explode in an instant, and you're locking lips with him in less than that.
He tastes like strawberries and cereal, just like he did back then. Your mouth doesn't taste as sour now.
"Don't leave me."
"I'll stay."
"Don't you dare leave me again."
"I won't."
And you hate him. You hate how you remember everything about him, how you stopped smoking because it reminded you of him. You hate that you still have things that are his, that you keep as yours. You hate the fact that you've been in two relationships that left you unsatisfied, even disgusted since he left.
You hate how much you love him.
And when you wake up in the morning, smelling like him, naked save for the shirt you don, you wonder if he still tastes like strawberries. If he'll leave.
But you remember how much he cried apologies into your chest and you think he won't, not this time.
Sorry it took so long, I tried my best. Much love,
-rosie
rosie!! are you trying to kill me? are you trying to eliminate my entire bloodline? i’m on the floor !!!!
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the mood. the angst. the pining. my heart is flatlining beep beep beep beeeeeeee—
my favorite line: “I lied. People lie. You of all people should know that.” “Ah.”
a bullet straight to the chest 💔 get his ass mc LMAO she’s ruthless but also i would be too. secretive bitch 😭😭 yuuta fumbled goodness gracious!!
but wow the audacity of yuuta to try to re-enter her life. what a desperate, pathetic man. i need him. also every time mc calls yuuta pathetic an angel sings <333 like you just know the way to my heart i love it.
i’m glad yuuta cried like the little baby he is & i’m glad they got together in the end. i hope yuuta is on a leash til the end of his days. i hope he spoils her rotten and makes up for all the time wasted. 🤍🤍🤍
rosie ur so cool and cute and creative it’s cwazy. don’t feel bad abt the time it took. i’m so so appreciative of you writing a single word, firstly, plus it takes me centuries to write like a paragraph lmaooo. producing something of this length & quality is quick imo 🤷🏽‍♀️ anyways i’m wishing u the best of luck with uni. trust me, i get it, but you’ve got this.
[ ps. i wrote a teensy tiny drabble with a yuuta x civilian!reader a couple days ago heheheh and tho it & what’s not yours are rlly nothing alike, some of the themes are pretty similar?? especially the dialogue towards the end… yeah we’re locked IN 🔐. ima post it today and dedicate it to you, mi amor. ]
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septixtrash · 2 years ago
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Behind Steel Towers
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader
Summary: He's always been your knight in shining armor, hasn't he?
A/N: I hope you all enjoy, I'm such a simp for Soldier Boy 🥵 probably will write more for him in the future...
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Sudden shouting from outside your room startles you. The lights from beyond the door flash red. Trembling you crawl out of your cot and hide in the corner with your back to the door, fearing it to be another guard. A blast from outside the door rattles the whole room before the steel door flies open. Heavy boots pound the tiles behind you.
"Y/N?" That voice, it can't be. Not him...
Turning around, you meet face to face with the one person you swore you'd never see again. “What, you miss me?” he grins.
"...Ben?" You fall to your knees in disbelief. No fucking way, you saw him be airlifted away by the Russians, right before they hauled you away…
"Can't believe they did this to you..."
Your own fucking team betrayed you both. Accused you of treachery and so they locked you away in a facility somewhere. You had no idea what happened to Ben, if he was even alive...
He grabs your shoulders, hauling you up to wrap his arms around you. "I can't believe those fucking bastards..."
You don't respond, instead opting to stare at the ground.
"I swear to you, they'll get what's coming to 'em, all of 'em." He leans down and kisses your forehead.
"H-How, how'd you get out?" You ask quietly. "A new friend, him and his team busted me out from fucking Russia. Long story, I'll tell you once we're out of here."
You follow him out of your cell, trailing close behind him. Dead bodies scatter the halls, alarms blaring red lights lighting up the darkness. Whatever went down was a fucking massacre. "This way, c'mon!" He leads you both down a corridor towards an elevator.
Sliding past what remains of a guard you step inside the elevator. Ben closes the doors before pressing the button for the lobby.
"You good?" He asks, looking in your eyes, grabbing your arm. You nod. "Yeah, I think so."
When the doors open, you both rush out of the lobby outside. It's the first time you'd been out of that cell, in God know how long... You stop in front of him, feeling the sunlight on your skin.
"I've missed you..." You say, staring back at him. Tears streak your cheeks, a light sob coming from your lips. You reach for him, embracing for another hug.
"How long was I in there?" You whisper.
"...over 40 years..."
You cry harder, hugging him tighter. "T-thank you..."
"Oh honey, this is just the beginning. Welcome back..."
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amoristt · 3 years ago
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Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader
@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?
here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.
as always, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated1 i check all tags and comments <3
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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.
Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.
If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.
So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.
That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.
Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.
The poor bastard.
He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.
When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.
"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.
"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."
You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."
"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."
"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."
Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."
"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.
"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."
You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"
"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.
He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.
"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"
For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.
"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."
"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"
"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?
A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"
Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."
Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"
Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."
"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."
"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."
You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."
"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"
"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."
Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.
And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.
A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...
"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."
You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.
"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.
"Did what?"
"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."
"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."
He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."
"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"
He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."
"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."
Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"
"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."
Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."
You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.
"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."
Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."
"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."
Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.
You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.
The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.
He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.
Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.
Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...
it truly was a night to remember.
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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.
"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"
You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."
"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."
"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."
That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"
"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."
Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."
It almost knocks the wind out of you.
They hadn't even been playing in the first place.
As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.
And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.
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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago
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❛ THE PROPOSITION ❜
with Angel Reyes.
Chapter Three, final. Index.
Request #1: Hola! Angel asking for Felipe to have Marisol's ring cause he went to propose to his girlfriend. But Felipe says No cause he thinks EZ deserve its more. ( And cause WE know he love EZ more ) So Angel is like " Fuck this shit" And either is breaks in Felipe house to steal this ring Or Either he go brought the biggest and perfect ring ! 🤩
BY ANON
Request #2: Hey! Angel do something very impressive for his girlfriend ( like big and impressive asking for marriage or Travel 5 states just for see her) and this ending by Felipe being very impressive by his Sons and take conscience he is a bad dad for Angel. 🙏❤️🤟🤟
BY ANON
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Warnings: none.
Word count: about 3k
Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!
Gif credits: @pantherclawz
Masterlist.
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Almost one week without hearing his voice. Receiving one or two text messages per day, just to tell you that he's tired or that he's working. You know he is hiding something, confirming your suspicion when EZ began to decline all your calls. And, when you talked with Felipe three days ago, the only thing he told you was that he didn't know anything about his kids. So you started to think the worst. At first you thought that maybe Angel had an accident and his brother was trying to cover him, but when you called Bishop this morning, you heard your boyfriend's voice saying that he was ‘going to pick up the girl’. And now, you don't know what to think.
Licking your lips, sitting in the back garden of the house, you play with your phone between your fingers. It's almost midnight and it's a little cold outside, wearing nothing but an Angel's shirt. You decide to call him again, but it's his voicemail who answers again, even if you shouldn't be doing it after drinking too many beers, while your friends are sleeping and resting for the last seminar the next morning. But you wait for the last tone.
“Hey, it's me… your girlfriend, remember? I've been calling you… I don' know, maybe the fucking whole day. Where the fuck are you, Angel? And don't you fucking dare to tell me that you were working, 'cause I heard you this morning talking about some bitch to pick up. But fo' say something, first you have to answer the fucking phone!”
Sounds pathetic the way you are talking to him, saying all the things that you wouldn't say to him being sober. Hiccuping, you find yourself crying unconsolable, with an agonic pain oppressing your chest and squeezing your heart.
“Just… two fucking weeks, Angel! You couldn' keep your fucking dick inside your pants, for two fucking weeks! Is that the… shit I mean to you? Two years thrown overboard because of what? How many times have you done it, ah? All these… shit about not calling during a run… were you doing the same shit, Angel? How many fucking times has you betrayed me?!”
You can't help but laugh bitterly, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, trying to calm yourself and to not wake up anyone.
“I fucking love you… with all my heart. I didn' complain about anything, never…” Although your voice sounds low and a little bit calmed, inside you there's a storm devastating you. “I put you first, always, since the first moment I met you… I can't fucking believe you're gonna lea—leave me and… the way you're doing it… I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong”.
Hardly sniffing, you close your eyes letting go everything inside your chest, before finishing the message. Curling up your legs to surround them with both arms, you rest your chin over your knees. You can't avoid thinking about all those times he has promised you a future together, living in a big house and having children. Or about all those times he has been crying clinged to you, talking about how his father has been always putting him apart. You have cared about him more than anyone in his life. You have given him all. Without asking anything back, more than loyalty. And you wouldn't even have to ask for it.
Even so, you're starting to regret all the things you have said, without knowing if it's true or not. But how are you going to find it out, if anyone says nothing?
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“Oh, shit… Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Angel is sitting on top of his bike, with a hand holding his phone and the other rubbing the bridge of his nose.
His brothers are looking at all the gestures that he's drawing unconsciously on his face. Rage, sadness, incredulous… When the message ends, he lies down over the handerball, softly hitting his head against it. He tries to call you, but your phone is practically dead, off of battery. Bishop walks towards him, having a sip from his beer.
“All good, Angel?”
“She thinks I'm fucking cheating her, because he heard me say about picking up Leti, this morning”. Stepping out from his motorcycle, he looks for Tori's number, hoping she answers the call.
Walking around the parking like a locked lion in the zoo, he's starting to think about driving right now to Los Angeles.
“The hell is wrong with you, shithead?” The female voice sounds tired, being interrupted by a long yawn.
“Tori, listen. Find (Y/N). She's drunk, thinking I'm cheating on her”.
“Yeah, 'cause you have been ignoring her ass”.
“I've been workin—”.
“Nah, c'mon, Angel. Tell these tales to someone wh—”.
“I was working to buy a wedding ring”.
Silence. Tori suddenly sits up on her bed, turning on the lights and waking up Sarah. The girl who was sleeping peacefully, now is being woken up by shaking her left arm. Having some growls as response, she looks at her girlfriend frowning, while she hears Angel's voice through the speaker.
“Just listen, please. Calm her down, okay? 'Am coming tomorrow to LA. I already talked to your boss and I can't tell you anything else. Just… calm her down, please”.
“Okay, we got this, Angel”.
Hanging up the call, both girls jump off from the bed, walking towards your room. Empty. But following your crying, they stick out their heads by the window, finding you in the garden. This hurts them too. They were with you the night you met Angel, and they also love him a lot. They know how much he cares about you and even if Sarah and Tori couldn't believe that he was with another girl, it wasn't normal his way to act the last days. But now, everything has sense, and they are pretty excited to see him tomorrow and discover what he has been preparing for the proposition.
Going downstairs and trying to hide their happiness, your friends sit by each side to hug you. A collective hug to make you feel somewhat better, but you can't stop crying.
“Baby… what's up?” Tori asks, caressing gently your hair.
“This… fucking bastard… I fucking gave him all, the best of me!”
“You talkin' 'bout Angel? C'mon, (Y/N)! He told you he made the most of his time to work a little more, and not miss you. Two weeks is too much time for you both”.
“I heard him talking about another girl”.
“So, what? Since when he can't have friends, ah? I have slept with him at his house… hundred times, and that doesn't mean that I cheated Tori, or he cheated you. And believe me, your boyfriend is a fantasy even for me”. Sarah says, making you chuckle in some way. “I'm sure he has been working hard, as you do when he is traveling. So, don't think any bullshit about Angel. He loves you more than anything, okay?”
“Let's go to bed, okay, honey? We have to be awake in five hours for a long, long, long seminar. Lucky it's the last one”. Tori says standing up on her feet, helping you to get up from the grass.
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Angel comes into the clubhouse with an excited smile on his lips, like a child on Christmas Day, rubbing his hands and clapping happily calling everybody's attention.
“You got it, hermano?”
He nods energetically, walking fast to the main round table, where the oldest were waiting for him to come back from the jewelers. The Reyes tucks a hand inside his pocket in complete silence, putting over the wood a small red velvet box. Between his fingers, he supports the bottom part to open the top, showing the ring for what he has been working too hard the last two weeks; without sleeping, without resting, without a drop of alcohol, without partying. Nothing. Just working hard. The fine gold ring is perfectly resting inside a small gap, showing only the top of it. A king's crown with a diamond in it, that shines so easily with natural light that could illuminate a whole room. The crew is looking at it fascinated. And yes, the ring couldn't be perfect, but it's the feeling of pride for Angel that makes them smile.
“Fuck, brother… If she doesn' want to marry you, I will”. Creeper is captivated by the jewel, with his eyes fixed on.
“Why the fuck she wouldn't want to marry me, dumbshit?”
“Ignore him, carnal”. Coco palms his back, resting his arm on a shoulder.
“So, what you say, ah?” He asks, anxious to hear Bishop, Tranq and Taza's opinion. Without them, it couldn't be possible.
“Fuck, man, I would marry you too if you propose me with this ring”. Che is the first one, taking the step to grab the small box and have a closed look from it.
“You did a good job, Angel. You deserve it”. Tranq just says with both arms on the table.
“Prez?”
Bishop keeps looking at the box, seeming thoughtful, slowly raising his eyes to the others after some seconds in silence.
“I think you are doing the right thing for the first time since I know you. That girl deserves a man like you, Angel. And I know she is not the kind of woman who would care about the ring, but you found the perfect one”.
Your boyfriend can't feel more proud. It would be impossible.
“Go change your clothes, you have four hours of road ahead”. El Presidente places a hand on Angel's nape with a soft narrow over it.
He just nods, keeping again the box inside a pocket to get up and leave the place to his dorm, where he has been sleeping the last two weeks. The black jeans and the white shirt are perfectly stretched over his bed. The Reyes hurries up to have a shower, not wasting a second more, brushing and doing his hair with trembling fingers. He hasn't known anything about you since he talked with Tori and Sarah some hours ago, hoping that they finally calmed you down and got you rid of those ideas about him cheating you. When he's already dressed, sitting on the edge of the mattress to put on his boots, Angel grabs the black bomber jacket trespassing the box from a piece of clothing to the other, zipping the pocket to not lose it.
Coming back to the main room of the clubhouse, his brothers receive him between whistles and cheers.
“Man, you smell good”. Coco says coming too close.
“Ah, ah. Take care, brother. Don't want you to stain my fresh clothes”. He says taking a step back.
“My apologies, your grace”. He chuckles.
“Bishop?”
“Templo”. Taza says having a sip from a coffee.
Checking the hour on his phone, assuring himself that he has enough time, the Reyes leads his steps to the meeting-room, closing the glass colorful door behind him.
“Already leaving?”
“Yeah, prez, I just… want to thank you for giving me the three k left. I will continue working to gi—”.
“Take it as a wedding gift”. The mexican stops him with his own words, shaking his head and making a light gesture with a hand.
“I couldn't do it without you, Tranq and Taza”.
“I heard what you told to your brother. In the office”. He says then, lying back on his chair. “I am not going to… give you my opinion about your father, but he shouldn't behave like that, Angel”.
“I know, Bishop. And… I would thank you for not telling anything about it to (Y/N). She loves my pops”.
“That honors you”.
“Don't know, but I don't wanna be like him”.
El Presidente simply nods.
“Bring back Mrs. Reyes”.
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Your head hurts like hell, having to use your glasses because of the blurry gaze you have got by the hangover. The seminar is turning out eternal. The last thing you care about right now is how to operate with an open heart, you have already done it and you could skip this part. But it's for compulsory attendance. So there you are, drawing nothing on your iPad as if you were taking notes, fighting against the pain, the tiredness and the uncertainty about Angel. He continues not answering your text or calls, and you can't help but think about what Sarah told you last night.
“... you for coming, and I hope that these two weeks have been productive for your learning”.
The claps flood the conference room, while the other doctors begin to pick up their stuff and finally leave the place. You can't believe that it's already done and that you're allowed to come back home, checking again your muttered phone expecting to find something. But the notifications bar is empty.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'm going to steal you a couple minutes. Sit back, please”. The voice of your boss through the speakers makes you raise an eyebrow.
“The desire to be noticed by that man fucks me up”. Tori chuckles with a low tone, sitting again over her seat.
“I know that we all are tired, but it's just going to be a couple minutes, I promise. I just want to help a friend”.
“No…” Sarah looks at her girlfriend really surprised, making you frown confused.
“Girls, the fuck you did?”
“You just… enjoy the show, my dear”.
You can see your boss making a gesture to someone by a side of the stage, to come closer. But when your eyes find Angel walking over it, your blood freezes and your heart stops. Lucky you're between almost more than two hundred doctors and surgeons. Leo gives up the micro to your boyfriend, looking for you. And obviously, your two friends start to yell like crazy to call his attention.
“Hey, ahm… You don't know me and I don't know you, but… I'm Angel. Dr. (Y/L/N)'s boyfriend and I came to… give her an important message”. He says with a nervous tone, before smirking at you, clearing his throat. “Hey, baby, can you… can you come here, please?”
“Go”. Your friends push you to get up, but your legs feel like butter about to fall downstairs.
As soon as he's able to hug you, he does, not caring about the claps from the people in front of you.
“Okay, okay, listen”. Holding one of your hands and pulling himself away, he laughs a little bit nervous for a second. “We met two years ago, in the middle of nowhere. I was fuc— sorry. I was hurt because of a fight. And you fixed up my wounds with so much love, patience and care, that I fell for you”.
“Angel…”
“Sh, listen. I think I'm going to have a heart attack, so let me talk before falter to the floor. Listen, you have been my best friend, my anchor, my reason to live since then. I love you more than I could ever love anyone... I can't live without you, baby. And before you say anything else like last night, no. I didn't try and I'm not going to do it, because I'm lost without you, (Y/N). So, ahm… Hey, boss, can you hold the mic'?” Turning to Leo, the man takes it back.
You're trembling, looking at your friends for a moment trying to find an explanation. But when your gaze is again on your boyfriend, he's already kneeling with a hand inside a pocket grabbing something. A small red box. And you can't believe what's happening. Taking a step back and covering your face with both hands, you start to cry like a child, with your pulse racing under your skin.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?”
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The crew is waiting anxiously at the porch, after not receiving any news back from LA. But they all get up from their seats on the sofas and the stairs, when they hear Coco's car being driven by Angel coming closer. As soon as he parks it close to the bikes, not finding you on the passenger seat and looking at the devastated gesture on his face, they know that the proposition wasn't as they were expecting. Stepping out of the car, he just shrugs his shoulders.
“Hey, carnal, it's okay. She will reconsider it”. Coco says hugging his friend, trying to comfort him.
“She will say yes, Angel, don't give up”. Bishop palms softly his nape.
And you are drowning in laughs hidden on the floor of the back seats. Looking slightly through the window, you find the crew very affected because supposedly you said ‘no’. Taking some air, you jump out of the car yelling with a huge smile on your lips.
“Surprise, madafakas!”
“Jesus fucking Christ! I'm too old for these frights!” Taza shouts at you back, indignant with a hand on his chest barely breathing.
“I'm confused”. Gilly says from nowhere.
“What? Doesn't sound good Mrs. Reyes for you?” Walking towards them, raising the hand with the amazing ring, they all look surprised.
“I'm going to fucking shoot you, Angel”. Bishop threats him, before leading his steps to yours. “Welcome home, querida”.
“Thank you”. Hugging him, you rest your head against his chest. “Angel told me you help him”.
“It was nothing, kid”. Clicking his tongue and pulling himself away, he caresses your cheek for a second.
“Yo! Mami! You look stunning now that you're engaged”. Coco lifts you up between his arms, narrowing you under his grip.
“Yeah, you see?!”
“Hey, hey, social distancing”. Your future husband takes you off from his friend's hands, to hold you closer with an arm surrounding your neck.
“Look at you, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes”. Creeper says very proud, nodding in accordance.
“Let's celebrate it that you didn' kick my ass, mi dulce”.
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wilsonzuko · 4 years ago
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this is set post 15x20. too many things were left unexplained in the finale so this is my way of coping with it and trying to make sense of it all.
Dean
He doesn't get it. He's here in heaven, he's at peace (he'll admit he was sad about not getting the chance to work at the job he'd interviewed for, but he's made his peace with it by now. Mostly.), He has Sam by his side, hell he even has Bobby, the Harvelles, even his parents... So why does something still feel amiss?
He thinks he knows deep down what it is though, or atleast a big guess about it. He was in denial at first, in shock. Then elated, when he heard Bobby say, "Well, Cas helped." But he never questioned it more and now he regrets that he didn't. He should've asked.. hell, he should've gone looking... But he didn't and now he regrets it.
He regrets it because he hasn't seen Castiel since... since. He remembers the shock and happiness he felt at hearing Castiel's voice and then the hurt and disappointment at realising it wasn't him. He misses him.
What should he do? Sam says he should go looking for him. Should pray. Should he? Will Castiel answer? If Cas is alive, and apparently helped Jack (God?) help build heaven then he must be alive, right? Right? He should try, yes, he will do that.
"That won't be necessary, Dean."
Castiel
"Goodbye, Dean."
That was the last thing he remembered before he woke up in an empty white room. Well, until he turned around and saw Jack. After that everything was a bit blurry.
He remembers hugging Jack, he remembers catching up with what happened after he was taken by the Empty, he remembers hugging Jack again and thanking him for saving the universe, and Sam and Dean. Oh. Dean.
After the initial high of being brought back by his son and then helping him fix heaven, after the adrenaline crash, when it all wears down, and he has a moment to sit back and just be, he thinks.
He thinks about Dean and the way they left things the last time they saw each other. He thinks—
Oh. He's here. (Does that mean he.. he died? Is he dead and up here in heaven? How did he die? Was it painful? Was he alone? He hopes not. He hopes he had atleast Sam with him.)
His thoughts take a fresh new turn. Now he's scared, shy. He wants to go see Dean, he wants to hug him and welcome him into heaven with open arms, he wants to tell him he rebuilt heaven for him, he wants. But he's scared.
He's always been unsure about Dean's feelings towards him, he was never fully sure if Dean ever even reciprocated. If he was ever any more than a "brother" or a bestfriend to Dean. So he's scared.
Dean's here and he hasn't looked for him, called for him or even prayed for him. Maybe he doesn't know about Castiel being alive. But he found Bobby, when he finished rebuilding. Bobby must've told him, right? If he does.. and he still hasn't looked for him... Well then. Castiel is right to be scared.
That's it. He has decided he will leave Dean alone and let him live out the rest of eternity happily and peacefully in heaven. He won't bother him anymore. He loves Dean, so he will let him g—
What's that?
Castiel has felt happiness a lot in his life, especially after becoming a family to the Winchesters. But he doesn't think he's ever felt this kind of happiness before. This.. this is something else, a pure kind of relief, the kind he has only ever felt when he's felt Dean's longing for him. The same longing that he felt just now. Though, with an undercurrent of something else he's afraid to even hope for but hopes for it nonetheless.
He rethinks his decision. Takes flight before any doubt settles in.
Dean
"Hey, Cas."
That feeling is gone.
"Hello, Dean."
He doesn't feel anything missing anymore.
"I.. Where have you been?"
"Here. Waiting for someone. You."
He's truly home now.
Before he says anything else, Dean steps and trips on his feet, but that's not his fault. Shut up. closer and pulls Cas into a tight hug. He buries his face in the crook of Castiel's neck and feels his eyes well up with tears. He missed him.
"Dean, I—"
"Shut up. I love you. I love you, Cas. How could you ever think otherwise? I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I'm sorry I ever made you doubt your worth to me. You mean so much more to me than you realise, you know that you stupid self-sacrificing bastard? I tried telling you in purgatory but your dumbass didn't let me speak then. Or when you summoned the Empty and then pushed me aside and never gave me the chance to say it back. Never do that again, you understand?"
"I do. I'm sorry."
This time it's Cas who extends his arms for a hug and Dean doesn't hesitate before falling into him. He feels wetness on his shoulder and hugs the angel in his arms tighter. He's never going to let him go. (He will thank Jack later for everything.)
When they break apart, Dean just looks at Castiel for a minute. There's an overwhelming feeling building up in his chest and he doesn't know what to do with it, so he follows his instinct and steps closer to Castiel. He looks at Dean, a question in his eyes and that familiar head tilt, and Dean feels a heart shattering adoration as leans closer and places a soft kiss on Castiel's forehead. They stay like that for a while, until–
He pauses. "How did you..?"
"Find you just now? I felt it when you longed to pray to me."
"Oh. That obvious?"
"No. Just that powerful."
He looks down. What now?
"Thank you, Dean."
He looks up. For what?
"For what?"
"For everything."
Oh. Why is his heart trying to jump out of his chest.. this is heaven, isn't it supposed to be all healthy and shit here...
"Yeah.. yeah shut up. Let's go meet Sam he's been asking about you."
He turns to walk towards the impala, then turns back again, takes Castiel's hand in his and pulls him towards the car with him.Yeah. He's never going to let him go ever again.
(He misses the warm, soft smile on Castiel's face, the one that's been there since Dean confessed to loving him back. He does look shyly at Castiel and finds him.. radiating with happiness. Yeah. He gets that, he's feeling it too. He's finally happy.)
yeah.. so that's kinda it. this is the song i had in mind while writing this btw, because it fits cas and dean's love story so fucking well.
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robbiessutcliffe · 6 years ago
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Friends // ILITW
A/N : So I finished my replay of It Lives In The Woods, and this idea ended up popping into my mind. It doesn't really fit into It Lives Beneath, canon-ically (not a word, but oh well), but I thought of it and had to write it! Though, I do have to say, the texting part in this fic isn't that great, but it's the only thing I could do to progress the story…
As always, please give any constructive criticism you have! I want to make my writing as good as possible!
Also, it's a really long post, but... I don't know how to put in a "keep reading" thing to make it seem shorter. I want to but, yeah, since I don't know how, I can't... If anyone could tell me, that'd be great!
Pairing : slight Noah x M!MC (Alexei), but it doesn't focus on that until more towards the end
Summary : After Alexei sacrificed himself to take Jane’s place, Noah felt that it was his fault. So a year later, he finds himself going back to the woods. This has been going on for a while, but one day… He's spotted.
Word Count : 3,385
Warnings : There are a few swear words throughout this. Other than that, I don't think there's anything else that warrants a warning, but if there's anything that you think should have a warning, just tell me so that I can write one up.
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For the most part, Westchester was silent. The sun was falling slowly through the sky, dipping behind the horizon and painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and red. As for the surroundings of the small town itself? The streets were mostly quiet, lights flickering off in houses. After what happened, nearly a year and a half ago, the town had an unspoken understanding.
Don't go outside after dark.
This rule, however, could be good in some cases. Particularly this instance, as Noah quietly slipped through the streets, heading on his usual route to the forest. Despite knowing that it was very unlikely that he'd be seen by anyone, he still walked in the shadows, ensuring that. Even in his past six months of doing this, he hadn't slipped up once. He knew what would happen if he was caught. He would be arrested, and Alexei’s existence would likely be revealed someway or another.
And he simply couldn't take that risk.
Skillfully, he was able to reach the road that followed the edge of the woods. After doing this at least once a week for the past six months, he could follow the route with his eyes closed and still not get caught.
There wasn't even a moment of hesitation before he stepped into the woods and started walking through the undergrowth, used to the noises echoing through the trees.
— stacy and connor —
The Green siblings were driving along the road, Connor behind the wheel, while Stacy was reading something on her phone. The silence between the two was comfortable, though there was a little bit of unspoken tension between them. That, however, could be blamed on the fact that they were driving along a road they both dreaded, for it reminded both of horrible things. Skeletal monsters, shadows that could consume, and the loss of people dear to them.
They definitely had reasons for hating that road, and the area in general.
Because of that tension, neither spoke. Both knew that even if they did try to speak, it would turn to the conversation that they'd had many times, of “I miss him.”
“So do I.”
“I wish it hasn't ended like that.”
“ That bastard who did it all could've at least turned himself in. What, did he have no heart?”
By the end of those conversations, both of the siblings were livid with thoughts of someone who they had once thought was a friend.
Stacy glanced up from her phone, away from where she was reading the research she had gathered for one of the videos she made for work. She only meant to see about how long they'd continue along this road. Despite herself, she found herself glancing ahead of them, to the forest right on the side of the road, where trees cast ominous looking shadows over the cement of the street.
And as she glanced, she could swear she caught sight of something — or, someone — up ahead. Her entire body stiffened as she saw the tall figure walking into the shadows of the trees. But not before she saw the beanie.
The beanie that she could recognize easily, because the one person she hated most always wore it, never one taking it off.
“Connor!” She hissed, slapping at his arm. He looked over at her, ready to ask her if something was wrong. But she quickly silenced him, motioning for him to look ahead. And when he did, it only took a second for him to see what she saw.
In unison, they spoke one name that neither had spoken for oh-so long.
“Noah.”
Quickly, Connor turned off the engine of his car, not wanting to alert Noah of their presence, even if he had already disappeared into the woods. Stacy, meanwhile, swiped quickly out of her notes app, instead opening her texts. There was already a group chat between her, Connor, and the entire group.
Fingers flying over her phone, she sent out a text in the chat.
Stacy : Noah’s back. Saw him at the edge of the woods, along the road. Meet in that spot asap.
Andy : what?!
Lily : No way!
Dan : Are you sure?
Stacy : One hundred percent.
Ava : well this isn't how I expected today to go.
Lucas : Along the road? I'll be there.
Andy : it's about time that i got to kick his ass.
It wasn't long before the entire group showed up, surrounding Connor’s car as they spoke in hurried, hushed tones. A couple times, one of them shot a glance over at the woods. None of them had imagined ever seeing Noah again, thinking that he'd just stay running, and never come back.
“Can't we just kick his ass? He deserves it,��� Andy hissed angrily, glaring at the trees, as if he could simply sense the negative energy pouring out. And perhaps he could.
Lucas let out a frustrated sigh, “I wish, but he's a fugitive. We're going to have to turn him into the police somehow.” He said, though he didn't seem too happy at the thought of not serving justice himself. As far as he knew, Noah had murdered one of the people he cared most about, and tried killing the rest of them as well. To him, it was plenty logical to want to be something like a vigilante in this case.
“Trust me, Andy, I want to do that, too, but it's really not safe—” Connor started, but he cut himself off, when he saw his sister making her way to the woods. “Stacy?! What the hell are you doing?”
“I have some anger I need to get out. And a lot of it has been held against this person for eighteen months. I say it's long overdue for me to get it out.” Stacy replied in a determined tone, only just glancing back at the group before entering the first carefully.
After exchanging quick glances, the rest of the group followed, not saying even a word.
— noah —
Not long after entering the woods, Noah reached the small, darkened clearing that he had visited dozens of times. By this time, the sun was almost completely behind the horizon, which was perfect, considering the fact that Alexei couldn't come out with the sun shining.
Silently, he sat atop the old tree stump in the center of the clearing, preparing to stay there as long as needed. Sometimes, Alexei didn't show up, or it simply took him some time. So, Noah always made sure to wait at least an hour and a half before leaving.
As he sat there, his eyes slipped closed. He wasn't tired, which he could thank his insomnia for. But this clearing brought back memories. Not all were happy, he had to admit, but the people in them made him happy, which was a feeling he didn't often have the joy of experiencing anymore. He knew, however, that the entire group hated him now — how could they not? But he still loved them, and cared for them… Even if he hadn't showed it that day.
At one point, his memories seemed to becoming so vivid, that he could hear the voices of everyone echoing through the trees. Ava, Andy, Lucas, Stacy, Connor, Lily, Dan. He could hear all of them. He frowned a little bit, and forced his eyes open. It was simply something of a dream, he told himself. He would never see them again. There wasn't even a chance of that.
Or, that's what he tried telling himself, even as he continued to hear the voices carrying through the trees on the slight breeze. Voices were accompanied by leaves crackling, branches breaking…
His eyes widened slightly. He couldn't be imagining things like that! Quickly, he spun around on the little stump, just in time to see a familiar group stepping through the trees and emerging into the clearing. Upon seeing all of them, his eyes widened, throat drying up as he clenched his hand into fists. All of them looked absolutely furious…
And he didn't blame them.
To no one's surprise, Andy stepped forward first, snapping angrily as he looked upon Noah. “Got nothing to say for yourself, huh? That's understandable, considering you're looking at the group of people who you tried to kill. Did you really think you could saunter around our town and not be seen one day?”
Noah flinched, turning his eyes away. He hated hearing that tone in any of their voices, especially when it was directed at him. And yet, he stayed silent as the others all tried speaking over each other, to hurl insults of their own at him. But as he looked away, he noticed shadows starting to edge in from the trees, slowly starting to flood into the clearing.
“Guys, please,” He started desperately, looking at them with a slightly worried look in his eyes, “I know you're angry, but we really shouldn't do this here of all places.” He tried to warn them, but their voices drowned him out.
Connor was unable to hold back scoff, and all of the others had similar reactions, “And why the hell not? Might as well do it here. There's nothing stopping us!” The tall blond male said.
“You really shouldn't—” Noah was only cut off as Andy stepped forward again.
“You know what, I'm not holding back.” He growled as he started forward. Somehow, none of the group had noticed the shadows that were creeping forward. But when Andy was nearly within reach of Noah, the shadows all burst forward.
Vines lashed out from the surrounding trees, wrapping around the ankles and wrists of the entire group as the clearing seemed to darken all at once. Andy was held back, pulled against one of the trees as a figure of shadows seemed to appear out of nowhere.
— alexei —
Burning, fiery rage.
That's all that he felt when he saw someone stepping towards the only person who he knew. The only person that seemed to care. Noah. He remembered Noah, even though he barely remembered himself.
And those people. He felt like he should remember them. They seemed familiar to him, in some way. But that recognition was nothing compared to the anger he felt when he saw them going to hurt Noah. He couldn't let that happen. Noah was the only one who cared for him. If he lost Noah, he'd have nothing and no one. No one who remembered him. And no one who would try to help him remember.
He was barely aware of what he was doing because of the blinding rage. He had been cautious at first, approaching slowly, with curiosity. But as the short one of the group started advancing on Noah, a burning feeling spread through him. Red hot, and uncontrollable.
As the vines lashed out from the trees, he watched the people's expressions of horror, confusion, and fear. Appearing in front of Noah, his jaw seemed to stretch open, as strangled-sounding words ripped through him.
“STAY.”
“AWAY.”
Part of him almost hurt when he saw the expressions of fear on the faces of the others, but he couldn't stop the anger he felt. Until he heard a soft, whispered voice.
“Alexei, please… Don't do anything to them. You know them.”
Quizzically, he turned to Noah, shadowy limbs dropping to his side as his head cocked to the side, like a confused puppy. Looking away from the group and looking at Noah, he seemed to calm immediately. The anger melted away into confusion, the red light in his eyes dimming to a soft gray.
“But… hurt you…” He said, voice confused and shaky. He didn't understand. Noah wanted to protect him, but he didn't want protection in return?
Noah shook his head softly, stepping forward as he looked up at the shadow creature who now held the soul of the person he loved most. “Let them ago, Alexei. Don't be mad at them. I deserve whatever they want to do to me.”
His eyes flicked over to the group, cautious of them. Normally he loved to see people, but people who seemed to want to hurt his only friend? Of course he was careful of them. But he couldn't ignore Noah's words. So, he dismissed the vines, watching as they slithered back into the woods.
— the others —
As Noah whispered to the shadow creature in front of them, the vines slowly unwrapped themselves from the wrists and ankles of the group. Andy fell from where he was being held against the tree, and Dan quickly went to his side to make sure he was okay. But all of the others were focused only on the pair in front of them.
“Noah…” Lily started, voice shaking, “Why— Why are you talking to that thing like that?” She asked in a whispered tone. Mostly because she had already figured it out, but didn't want to admit it. All of them had. For a year and a half, they had all thought that Alexei was dead, and the spirit of Redfield was completely gone… But all this time, they were here.
He looked over at the group, meeting their shocked gazes with a frown. He quickly glanced away, as he murmured, “He's… been here all along. He sacrificed himself so that I couldn't. And now… he's in Jane's place.” He explained, looking up at Alexei, who was still focused on the group with a confused expression. After explaining that to them, he spoke to Alexei, looking slightly expectant, “ Do you remember them?”
It took a long moment of silence, as everyone waited to hear the answer, before his eyes slowly turned a smoky blue, with a slight sense of recognition. “Friends?” He asked, slightly cautiously as he looked back at Noah, who nodded softly. Alexei stayed silent for a long moment, before shaking his head in confusion, “Friends… don't hurt friends.”
A small, but clearly forced smile pulled at the corners of Noah's lips as he shook his head, “No, they don't. But I'm not their friend anymore.”
Alexei looked between Noah and the rest of the group, before shaking his head, “Not friends then.” He claimed, as if the rest of the group wasn't standing right there. He didn't understand that maybe words like that could hurt people. Because, then again, he hasn't had much contact with people other than Noah's sarcasm for the past eighteen months.
But the hurt among some of the group was clear on some of their faces upon hearing those words. Stacy frowned, not wanting to think that Alexei would, for some reason, choose to say that Noah was his friend, compared to them. “Noah, did you not tell him everything that happened? Everything that you did?”
Noah frowned, looking at her with slight annoyance in his expression, “Of course I told him. It's one of the first things I did after finding him.” He looked over at Alexei again, a loving smile replacing the frown. The spirit boy looked so confused by this exchange, even though he knew exactly what Noah had done. And yet, he still seemed to love him…  Which was more than he deserved, in his own opinion.
“Noah said sorry, so it's all okay!” Alexei quipped, floating up to drift beside the beanie-headed boy. His eyes filled with a blue light, that simply reminded people of happiness. Floating carelessly around Noah, the shadows that made up his body hovering through the air, he rested his hands on Noah's shoulders and rested his chin atop his head, something similar to a happy expression on his face, despite the fact that he did not, technically, have a face.
“It's all okay, just because he said sorry?” Ava started, obviously not happy at that statement. But she took a deep breath and cut herself off, glancing around at the trees carefully. She didn't want to take any chances.
Alexei thought for a moment, before gently shaking his head, “No. Not okay.” He mumbled, but quickly nuzzled into Noah's beanie, as if worried that he'd upset him, “But he's a friend. And friends forgive.”
Lily looked at the outside before her, eyes focused mainly on Noah. For so long, she always felt angry with him, for everything. But in a weird way, she could understand it. “You're right, Alexei. Friends do forgive,” She murmured, with a soft smile.
Immediately brightening upon hearing that, Alexei nodded hurriedly,  “Friends!” He exclaimed, in a shrill, sing-song voice.
It was clear that a few of them still had problems with Noah. Of course, that was understandable…  But the group stayed there throughout most of the night, listening to his explanation of how he found Alexei. Most of them were upset about the fact that he had kept it hidden for so long, but for the most part, they were just happy to see the friend they thought they lost.
Yes, perhaps he was now a much more childish and slightly immature shadow-version of himself, but, for the most part, he was still the same person.
Or, something similar to a person, at least.
They all stayed there for a few hours, deciding that, now that they knew, Noah wouldn't be the only one visiting anymore. Of course, Alexei was overjoyed at the prospect of getting his friends back, even though he didn't quite remember them.
As they were all gathering up to leave, Noah found himself staying in the clearing. He had nowhere to go anyways, so he could stay for a while longer, he decided. Alexei, however, was loitering at the edge of the woods, trying to look for flowers or something of the sort.
But, when he noticed that Noah was still around, he floated back over, looking cheerful, “Noah's staying?” He chirped, tilting his head.
Noah smiled softly, and nodded, “I'm staying, for a little bit.” He commented, before looking up at him, “How do you feel?” He asked.
There were a few moments of silence as Alexei thought of an answer. But after those few seconds of thought, a voice came through, that sounded the most like the Alexei that he remembered. That voice that he hasn't really heard for a long time. “They're…  friends. But they don't understand.”
Confused, Noah tilted his head, “What don't they understand?”
“You had to.” He said softly, nuzzling against Noah's shoulder, “You…  don't deserve blame. You had to.”
His breath caught in his throat a little at those words, because he couldn't believe that he had said them. And if there was one thing about Alexei that everyone knew to be true, it was that he only said things that he believed. Gently, he shook his head, but gave a soft smile. Not wanting to truly argue, he simply replied, “If you say so, Alexei.”
For a long time after, they continued to talk. Well, Noah did most of the talking, but Alexei contributed when he wanted to. But finally, late into the night, Noah knew that he had to leave.
The dim gray shade of Alexei's eyes made it clear that he was pouting, but he didn't argue. Even as a shadow monster, he still wanted Noah to take care of himself. As the (human) male started to stand, Alexei quickly drifted up to eye level with him as his voice drifted out, “Promise you'll always come?”
Noah rose an eyebrow slightly, nodding, “Of course, Alexei. Why would I ever stop coming here to see you?”
“Because of the other friends?”
Smiling, Noah shook his head, “Of course not. I obviously don't see eye to eye with them…  But I'd never abandon you. You were determined not to abandon me then, and now it's my turn to return the favour.”
Alexei nodded happily, eyes lighting up with glee at the promise. Quickly, he checked against Noah's cheek, the most like a kiss that he could manage, before mostly disappearing into the shadows of the trees. Noah rolled his eyes a little bit as he watched him go, but he couldn't keep the fond and amused smile off of his face. After Alexei had completely disappeared into the shadows, he set off as well, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders after that night.
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