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blackberry-gingham · 3 years

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This was kinda inspired by the previous anons request but could you write headcannons/imagines (whichever you think fits best) about being an actress and meeting their lad on the set of one of their movies/a movie

(Ok ik I have other requests waiting looong behind this one, but it's going to bug me if I don't do this first, so I'll post my next chronological request tomorrow instead of my usual every other dayish schedule! Thanks guys ❤️)

Honestly, the absolute MOOD™ of this gif has been on my mind for like all of the following imagines. Like the on periodt FLAVOR that actress is rocking, all done up and everything ?? John or [insert one of the other three] ob-sessed with you ?? Literally yes. So yeah, there's my overview lol, the rest is up to your imagination!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! 😌

George

You meet George on your way to grab a little refreshment before your scene in between takes

You've got a nice little flute of wine, to calm the nerves of course, when suddenly you get bumped rather harshly from behind!

Luckily your drink spilled on the floor and not your nice costume, but still, you're about to give whomever it is a piece of your mind!!

You turn on a dime and come face to face with... Oh

There, only inches away, stands the George Harrison, with a mouthful of food, a wrapped up snack for later, and eyes wide as saucers

It's a race to see who can apologise first

While you over come your shock at nearly cursing out one of the stars of the show, he hurriedly chews and swallows the last of his snack

"I'm so sor-" "-eg your pardon!"

You overlap each other with your apologies, causing a similar scenario again as you both accept the other's apology

The two of you chuckle a bit at that

At this point, George feels like he's just now getting a good look at you

He wonders if you're a recent hire, bc otherwise he certainly would've noticed the most beautiful woman in the building before now

Suddenly a touch self conscious, he wipes the crumbs from the corners of his mouth and scrambles for a way to make small talk

It's not really his forte, you see

Luckily, you come in to save him

You cock your head to look at his napkin of snacks

"What have you got there?"

"Oh these? N-nothing, just some scones or something like that"

He crosses his arms behind his back, like he's embarrassed to be caught smuggling snacks

"Oh! Have you tried the cream cheese and raspberry ones? They're to die for!"

George loosens up a bit. He wouldn't have guessed you were something of a food fan too...

He brings around his napkin of goodies and unwraps it a bit for you to see

"I have actually, would you like one?"

You thank him and take one, savouring the flavor while he pops another into his mouth as well

"See, quite good! Although, I'd dare say mine are better"

You laugh, but George simply stares

"You bake?" He says through a mouthful of scone, eyes alight

Of course you confirm that you do indeed, and your cooking is fantastic too, thank you very much!

The two of you talk about some of your favorite treats to make and from there... Well, George is pretty sure he's met his soul mate

John

Now when you meet John, I think you approach him!

He's backstage taking a smoke

You'd think he's just having a quick break to relax before filming starts, but the way he's looking around, shifting his weight, and fiddling with his outfit says it all

Classic stage fright

You remember those days, but as a seasoned, successful actress, you've learned a few tips and tricks you think might help!

For one thing, getting to know more then just your co-stars is a bit of a relief

Plus, I mean... It's John Lennon! And have I mentioned you're a bit of a fan?

So you approach, completely unfazed, and poor old Lennon does a double take

Out of gentlemanly habit, he immediately puts out his dart when he sees you coming

You come right up and introduce yourself with a "how do you do"

Now at this point, normally he'd respond with a witty but dirty pick up line, but...

He can't tell if he's just not in the mood from his nerves or what, but he just can't bring himself to do it

Or maybe... Maybe there's just something about you?

It's not every day such a fetching woman approaches him without screaming her head off and begging for an autograph in the process

Besides, there's just this air of confidence about you that puts him at ease

You make it look so effortless too!

He wishes he could be like that...

John nods respectfully with a quiet "just fine thanks"

He doesn't bother to introduce himself, he simply assumes everyone here knows who he is

You tilt your head and smile invitingly

"Are you sure? Excuse me for saying so, but you seem a bit nervous"

Well, regarding the filming coming up, he was a bit, but standing here, talking with you?

He certainly is now!

"It's fine, just thinking about my lines and such"

You can tell he's lying, but you let the matter go to switch up tactics

"Well I'm sure you'll be just fine out ther- Oh? Hold on..."

You casually saunter up to him as though you've known him for years to straighten his tie and smooth down his lapels

Despite your boldness, John puts up no resistance. In fact, he finds he rather enjoys your touch

He's so use to a more... different sort of touch when it comes to women, to the point that he's nearly forgotten just how fulfilling soft and gentle contact like this can be

Forgetting himself, John leans into your palms a bit as you finish petting them across the chest of his suit

You definitely notice, but decide to have mercy and say nothing about it

"Just remember, if you need a little stage advice out there, I'll be around"

You wink at him and walk off to your dressing room

John waits a moment until your out of sight, weighing what just happened in his mind

You know what?

He smiles to himself and jogs after you

Maybe he does want some advice...

Paul

Now Paul I think is the one guy of the four to seek you out!

You're relaxing in your dressing room adding just a few small touch ups to your lipstick and so on until you're on

When the gentle knock comes to your door, you assume it's your assistant come to fetch you

You check the time and then hurry over to answer the door

"Yes yes, I-"

Paul is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, a respectful distance from your door

When he'd heard you were the leading lady of this film, he knew he simply had to see you in person

He's a bit of a fan himself you see, and he can tell you right now, the camera doesn't do you half justice

Paul's mouth forms a little "O" as he looks you up and down so quick, it's almost subtle

Not at all impressed, you look at him expectantly, but try to hold back any attitude

"Can I help you, Mr. McCartney?"

He snaps out of his daydream and at last looks at you with the respect you deserve

"Oh, my apologies love, I just wanted to greet my co-star!"

Paul gingerly takes your hand and kisses your knuckles

Alright, maybe you're a little impressed

"I've heard so much about you, I couldn't believe it when they told me you were going to be a part of our little film"

He laughs, and then clears his throat awkwardly

"Sorry, I guess I'm just something of a fan"

You're a bit taken aback to see Paul, the ladies man himself, McCartney acting flustered, but what a compliment for one of the Beatles to be a fan of you

Needless to say, you're nice about his being awkward and hang around for a little conversation

He tells you about all the movies he's seen you in and how wonderful a job he thought you did

You're really enjoying the moment, after all, what a rare one it is! Until your assistant comes to fetch you and Paul for filming

"Oh yes, we'll be right along!"

Paul calls after your assistant and more or less shoos them away

Once you two are alone again, Paul fidgets a moment fishing around in his pockets

"Now I know you get this a lot-"

He pulls out a newspaper article and a pen, then holds them out to you

Upon closer inspection, it's the headline from when you were recognized for your first acting award

"But could I please get your autograph?"

Then he leans in and whispers, "and please don't tell the lads..."

You laugh and assure him his secret is safe as you sign your name in flowing script before handing him his prize

Paul looks like a child in a candy shop, he's so excited

You smile sweetly and begin heading towards the filming site

Before you know it Paul trots up beside you, following close

He looks from you to his newspaper clipping once and then twice before his eyes linger on you

"You know, I have a record from one of your plays back at the hotel... Could you-?"

At first you shoot him a look, but the puppy eyes he's giving you assures you he means no funny business, so you promise him ❤️

Ringo

You meet Ringo backstage in between sets, right before your scene

And when I tell you the first time Ringo sees you, he immediately knows he would die for you...

!!! RINGO. IS. STAR STRUCK !!!

You're already gorgeous as is, so when his first time seeing you is all done up with your hair, outfit, and makeup for the movie he's just BLOWN AWAY

And as he should be 💅🏻

There's still a decent bit of time before he needs to take his place or anything like that, which is good bc his brain is in a whole other dimension rn

You're absolutely magnetic and all he can think to do is approach

"Oh, hello Mr. Starr! Can I help you?"

"hi"

You blink at him for a moment, not quite sure what's happening

But when it hits you, you quickly cover your mouth with a gloved hand, trying your very best not to laugh at the poor guy

Ringo however, is completely under your spell at the moment

"I uuuuh, I'm Ringo"

His big droopy eyes are absolutely transfixed in a dreamlike haze on your beautiful face, and he offers you his hand to shake

Now you're REALLY trying not to laugh

You give his hand a shake, brushing off any awkward feelings, and introduce yourself

Ringo repeats your name aloud, looking now as though he's been transported into a dream

That's your name? He loves that name! How did you know!

After a moment of awkward silence while you let him process, he thankfully seems to return to reality

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you"

He looks away quickly, now starting to realize he's made himself out to be quite the fool

"Well I feel rather silly, uh"

He scratches his neck and sneaks a glance up at you

Thankfully, you're very understanding! You have a lot of fans, and his behavior isn't quite unheard of in your experience

"Oh, no no! It's no trouble at all!"

You give a genuine laugh and tell him you're always glad to meet a fan

Ringo responds with a little humor to relieve any last traces of tension or awkwardness and then laughs his deep, goofy laugh

You contemplate what a strange but wonderful sound it is

And you know? wouldn't mind sticking around to hear it again...

Besides, he's clearly already very interested in you

That, and it's nice to meet a gentle soul amongst your fan base, rather then the clamoring men and women you're used to

Ringo smiles at you with pure admiration, before picking up some easy small talk with you, just as though you're anyone else

It's at that moment you officially fall for him

#the Beatles #beatles imagines #beatles x reader #paul mccartney x reader #ringo starr x reader #john lennon x reader #george harrison x reader

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sleep-i-ness · 4 years

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Did You Miss Me? (Missy x reader)

Blurb: It has been six years since you last saw her. Six long, lonely years since the Doctor had dropped you off at your apartment without so much as a word of goodbye.

Taglist: @kjaneway1

It was pitiful weather, the morning the Doctor came knocking. You remembered it precisely because it had been tipping it down outside, droplets splattering against the pavement and branches of the cherry tapping frantically against the window. Catching sight of the dark, heavy clouds blotting out the sky, you hadn’t been able to keep yourself from groaning at the meagre light illuminating the grey London streets. You were mourning the loss of your favourite umbrella (destroyed by the gale-force winds yesterday) and therefore could predict the inevitable destruction to your hair during your commute to work. You’d been considering calling in sick, musing over whether it was worth it as your hands delved into the suds-filled water, when you were interrupted by a loud rapping at the front door. Who on earth would be calling at 7am?

“I’m coming, I’m coming, give me a second,” you grumbled as you rushed from the kitchen, discarding the tea towel to one side. Wrenching the door open (it had become stiff as the wood had swelled with the cold), you were greeted with a dripping Doctor. You half-contemplated closing the door on him then and there.

“May I come in?” He waltzed in, shaking himself like a wet dog in your hallway and you frowned.

“Make yourself at home,” you murmured dryly, grabbing the spare jumper you kept in the coat cupboard just for him. It had been an old fleece of your dad’s, a remnant of the past that you weren’t quite sure you should hold onto. You’d contemplated chucking it out the last time you’d done a spring clean but some small part of you had hoped the Doctor would return. It seemed your hopes had been realised but you weren’t sure if that was a good thing anymore.

Bustling round the kettle, you filled it up for two, grabbing a couple of mugs from the overhead shelf. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had been sat where he was now, at the island table, flipping through a trashy magazine from last April and simultaneously glancing around at the knick-knacks and post-cards up on the walls. He was silent, a permanent frown etched into his skin, but that, you supposed, was his new face. You still weren’t completely used to it. Although, he did suit grey and Scottish; it gave him the gravity that his last regeneration somewhat lacked.

“You’ve changed the place up a bit.” The Doctor noted, fiddling with the doily covering the sugar bowl before moving on and turning over the small figurine, a memento from your life before her. You glanced over worriedly as he hesitated too long over it, before shaking his head and moving onto the next trinket. “A lot more… stuff.”

“Thank you.”

The hiss of the kettle distracted you, and you were thankful for it, for it broke the awkward need for small talk hanging in the air. You poured the bubbling water over the tea bags, stirring gently, before automatically tipping a spoonful of sugar into his mug.

“Here.” You pushed his across the table, before leaning back against the cupboard. Sipping at your tea, you sighed. “Now what do you want, Doctor?”

His bushy eyebrows shot up in response before he chuckled. “Always straight to the point. I’d forgotten how much I missed that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Enough with the dancing around the topic, Doctor. What are you here for? I haven’t seen you in 6 years, not since you dumped me straight back to my apartment.”

He’d saved you, or at least that’s what you had assured yourself. The cheesy warmth you had felt when looking at her; the soft smile barely twitching at her lips as you waltzed around Louis XIV’s ballroom; the adventures she’d dragged you on despite your various protestations; the night under the stars when she… No. How could you forget the days, weeks, maybe even months trapped under her watch? On display in a cage for her to mock your silly human bravery. The destruction that had ravaged your planet, the one place you’d hoped you’d be safe from the Doctor and anyone else who would have been looking for you. The way she’d laughed at the tears streaming down your face as you surrendered yourself to prevent the slaughter of your people.

If it weren’t for the Doctor, you would never have escaped. You would never have reached this safety, no matter how alone you now were.

“She’s asked after you again.”

You laughed bitterly. Of course, she had. What didn’t she understand about the fact that her joyful revelling in your pain meant that you never wanted to see her again? “No.”

“You didn’t even hear what I was going to say!” He protested,

“I didn’t have to. I’m not going.”

“Why? What is her obsession with you? And why are you so firmly against seeing her once?”

“Is it not enough that she is a complete and utter psycho? That she massacred millions for sport?” You placed your hands firmly on the countertop, inhaling deeply through your nose. Your voice was low when you spoke again. “Doctor, I don’t care if it’ll help her become a good person. I’m not going. And if that’s all, you know where the door is.”

His eyebrows furrowed, like two great white caterpillars crawling towards each other, and you maintained your hard stare. No matter the face, he’d always managed to tug on your heartstrings and make you change your mind. But not today. This was something you would not budge on.

You weren’t sure what you were doing here, hovering anxiously by the doors. Unwilling to take another step and commit yourself to this. His TARDIS hadn’t changed a day since you last stepped out of it; sure, the company she carried had altered, but, at her very core, you could feel that she was still the same. She hummed at you, an impatient sounding noise and you scowled. You’d forgotten how annoying having a somewhat opinionated ship was when she could read your every thought.

The Doctor had headed on in before you, confirming that you would follow him after collecting your thoughts. The door swung open in front of you, the soft orange glow of the core spilling out. The TARDIS took your breath away every time you stepped into it; your brain had never quite processed the concept of it being bigger on the inside. Circles covered the walls in an ordered pattern, glowing palely and Gallifreyan symbols decorated the console, inscribed onto the concentric rings.

Hesitating, you brushed your fingertips over the TARDIS’ console, feeling the reassuring buzz she sent you. You could see a flicker of purple fabric from where you stood and you made eye contact with him, noting the smug twinkle. Cocky prick.

Heading down the ramp to the lower level to join him – them, each step felt like a chore as if weights had been tied to your legs. You were dreading this, a deep unsettling sensation twisting your guts. The purple jacket came fully into view and you froze.

No.

“I just need to go check on the TARDIS’ engine. The old girl’s been complaining ever since she travelled into the other dimension,” the Doctor spilt out excuses, striding past you with a pat on the back. Forcing you to talk to her. You silently cursed him and sent him your harshest glare.

The familiar Victorian silhouette spun round, eyes following him up the ramp until they fell on you. Her grin faltered. “Well, look who’s turned up. Your punctuality really is shocking, pet.”

You raised a tentative hand in response, crinkling your features into a grimace. “Hey Missy,” Your voice was weak and rough sounding, even to your own ears.

She stalked closer, raising her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your left ear. Your breath caught in your throat, every nerve burning. The rough wool of her blazer gently scratched your skin, her thumb caressing the top of your cheekbone. Pulling away, she stepped back, the sudden distance feeling like you had been doused in icy water.

“A thousand years,” Missy mused, continuing to circle you slowly. Her poison-red lips pursed, eyes narrowing as she took you in. “You really have let yourself go to waste. What happened to those lovely royal robes? The red was very flattering.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, screwing your eyes shut. Why had you expected anything different? She hadn’t changed one bit.

“I don’t even know why I’m here.” Your voice cracked and you willed your eyes to stop watering, swiping at them. “No. I’m not doing this, this is ridiculous.”

You made to turn, so very sick of her. Every breath felt laboured, a stone pressing down onto your chest, compressing your lungs. You couldn’t bear to look at her, to see her smug joy at bringing you down once again. Her hand snapped round your wrist, yanking you close into her chest.

“Oh, don’t be so sensitive,” she murmured, breath fanning your cheeks. Missy pressed a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose, smirking as she leant back. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

You scoffed, trying to tear yourself out of her grip but her fingers were clamped too tightly. Damn Time Lady strength. You chuckled bitterly. “Now, tell me why I would ever miss you.”

At that, Missy wavered, realising, for the first time, that you weren’t going to fall straight back into her arms. Confusion flickered across her features before she smoothed out her brow. “Why wouldn’t you? Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that teeny-tiny incident on Midanithair.”

“Teeny-tiny incident?” You spluttered, an ever-growing uncomfortable feeling sinking into your stomach. Your mouth tasted bitter, acrid as you swallowed harshly. “God, Missy, get your head out of your arse and actually remember what happened. I had finally escaped from all of... this when you came along, wreaking havoc and destruction and threatening genocide if I didn’t sacrifice myself. And then you mocked me for weeks for my ‘humanity’.”

You exhaled through your nose before breaking free from her grip. “I’m sorry, Miss, I really… just can’t right now.”

You could feel her gaze trailing you as you headed back up the ramp, making eye contact once again with the Doctor, an odd sense of déjà vu passing over you as he raised an eyebrow. You paused at the top of the ramp; eyes firmly fixed on the doors. Part of you wanted her to call you back, show you that she truly had cared. But the rational, logical side of you knew that this was for the best.

You nodded, trying desperately to convince yourself to walk out that door and never look back.

“Wait.”

And with that, you knew you’d be putty in her hands once again.

“What?” Your tone was harsher than you had expected, and Missy genuinely looked upset. The dull stab of guilt was a gentle pang, your heart twinging empathetically.

“I’m sorry. I truly am.”

You started to walk back to her, stopping a metre in front of her. “Why should I believe you?”

“I’ve apologised, is that not enough?” Her accent grew thicker as she grew more flustered. She’d never had to apologise sincerely before. “And… I realised that your presence was not as much of a nuisance as I had previously believed.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, barely louder than a whisper. You stifled a laugh, knowing that was the closest to a sentiment of affection you’d ever receive from her. Brash, arrogant compliments were more her thing, the cockiness hiding any deeper level of emotion.

Almost timidly, she reached out to you and you let her pull you in. Falling limply into her arms, you smiled softly as one of her hands came up to stroke your hair.

“I did miss you, Miss. Promise.”

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damnrightobsessedwithim · 4 years

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Eyes Ch.3- Ben

A/N: this is literally one of those awkward parts of the whole story with no real plot other than feelings coming up and juicy flashbacks. I’m not personally as proud of this one as I could be. But it’s getting me where I need to be for the next chapter so I hope you like it!!

Warnings: None really. Hux getting hurt, some yelling, and a few curses words

Word count: 3,292?

Your outfit link: https://goblinthreads.tumblr.com/post/169280036628/crowrunner-subzero-stealthing-deep-in-enemy

The one he gave you: https://tenebris-studio.tumblr.com/post/169394086516/crowrunner-star-chancellor-of-the-first

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Before you had started training to become a Jedi you didn’t have many friends. You had your father and mother who cared for you 24/7. You thought of them as your best friends, and when you met other kids in the village you didn’t get along with them very well. You didn’t know why you just didn’t.

But now your life changed. Then Ben came along. Soon as you met something clicked. Ben wasn't like any other person that you've never met, he was caring, and he didn't deal with anybody's crap, he wouldn't lie to you, in some ways he was who you had to thank. He was one of the reasons why you are the person you are.

You went into training being told that friends make you weak. Yes, you thought. You were probably told this so that you would not rank high. But that was far from right. You found a friend, and that only made you stronger in many different ways.

You wouldn’t be as strong as you are without Ben being there for you. You always had hard times, times that would make it to where you lost confidence and everything that you did. But he stood by your side he helped you boost your confidence so that you could do those things. He supported you. Through everything thick and thin. He always asked how you were doing and made sure nothing hurt you or got in your way ever. That’s one thing you miss. Ben having your back and you even having his.

“Ben. I can’t do it,” you complain after a whole day of not succeeding in training and being told that you weren’t concentrating enough. Then getting really mad at master Luke and him telling you to go away.

“What do you mean. What happened?” he asked with a sound of worry in his voice.

“ Nothing I just… I… I flipped on skywalker. He kept pushing me to concentrate. And I couldn’t and i-” you stopped mid-sentence because Ben was laughing. Is he laughing at me? You thought.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your so pent up sometimes,” he said, “ which is fine.” he stated after seeing your reaction to being called “pent up”. So you scoffed at him. And started to walk away.

He runs up to you “ hey stop, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you have to not let Skywalker get to you all the time. That’s why you can’t concentrate, your focusing on all of the bad stuff. Well not that it’s really bad. BUT still, you just need to clear your mind.”

“And how do you expect me to do that?” You sternly ask him.

“Here come with me. I’m looking forward to this.”

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What did he mean by he looks forward to it? You thought to yourself. What could he possibly look forward to? You’re literally going to trick him. Well... leave him. But that was the plan, to begin with, you're going to basically subject him into thinking one thing and then find a way to leave. and if you happen to help him to change his mind about turning to the dark side then so be it. Although you don’t like to think of it as tricking him more like “misleading him” no that sounds bad too. All in all, you are just trying to save yourself and if you happen to save Kylo along the way then that’s what will happen.

But that still doesn’t answer your question of what he meant when he said it.

You begin to think about The flashback that you just had. You miss it, Maybe you just really miss the thought or the feeling of what happened back when you two were besties. yeah, that's what it is you miss the thought you miss having it you necessarily miss him. what are you talking about yes you do, you miss him, you miss everything about your Ben? If it wasn’t for Ben, you don't know where you would be. You don't know where you would have gotten in training.

He helped you find your safe haven, he had helped you find everything you ever wanted. He was so sweet, to you about literally everything. There were times when you got so angry and he would be able to calm you down by the snap of his fingers he just understood you so well. You miss having Ben there every single time you get mad or angry or scared or frustrated. You miss the old Ben.

What if you could get him back? what if you can get the old Ben the nice Ben. the pain that always understood you. if you could you would have to possibly lie to him first. but just to get there just to be able to get into his mind. which for the record you know is going to be very hard. but once it happens, if it happens, you would have you’re old been back. and plus how could it be that hard, you just once before when you first met him, Maybe you could do it again.

But then again you couldn’t help but yo remember what he had turned into. You can't help but to think this is all your fault, I mean if you hadn’t left in the first place maybe possibly everything would be all right now. Maybe you would even have Kylo...No...Ben by your side. The two of you could possibly even be The Jedi Masters that you always wanted to be. But that can't happen now you left and he stayed now you're going to have to deal with your consequences.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the door opening. It's Kylo accompanied by the redhead General guy. And they are obviously arguing.

“ And I've already told you I don't understand. you're letting her out and she keeps making you angry and then you go and take that anger out on-” argued Red.

“I need you to be quiet,” Kylo ordered him. He looked angry. But like in a strangely attractive way.

You shudder as you think about it. STOP STOP STOP you can't be thinking of him this way!! You tell yourself dreading the unwelcome thoughts that almost sprouted to the surface of your conciseness.

“My point is, I don't understand why you're letting her. Because she is no help to us, she's going to be in the way.” red snaps to Kylo

Kylo turns to red, “Because I can.”

Red started, “Supreme leader don't let your personal interest-” and in seconds Red’s voice was gone. Kylo was using the force to constrict his voice.

Red was trying to grasp on to the invisible hands that were around his throat. His face was turning purple, and his veins were popping from his forehead. As this was happening Kylo began to yell.

“HOW DARE YOU. THIS IS WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. WHEN I PUT YOU DOWN YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE. AND GO DO SOMETHING USEFUL. AND I FORBID YOU TO ASK ANY MORE QUESTIONS OR EVEN QUESTION WHY I DO WHAT I DO AND WHY I MAKE THE CHOICES I MAKE. UNDERSTOOD?¨

Red nods his head, agreeing with what Kylo had said. And Kylo drops Red to the ground. You can’t help but feel bad for him. He surely did not deserve that. Never mind. You think to yourself. It’s not your business.

Red gets up after massaging his neck, where you can see bruises already forming, and leaves. Which means only Kylo and you are left in the room.

You hate these moments. They make you feel even more vulnerable than you want to be. Which you don’t.

¨Follow me and I will show you where your sleeping chambers are.” he demanded you.

You did as you were told.

You walked out of your cell behind Kylo. It was awkward between the two of you or at least you thought so. you are fighting back the urge to ask him why, why would he look forward to it. You just put it to the back of your head block it out of your mind. Why should you care?

Block is oddly quiet and you can't help but look up at him every once in a while. At this point, you're practically yearning for him to say something, anything? But no It's oddly quiet. The only sound you hear your footsteps. You look to the ground and think, it's so odd does he never want to talk to you in public? The only time he ever talks to you is when you were alone. Redhead isn't even there half the time. Then you look up add everything around you.

You start to notice that you are getting weird looks from everyone around you. What's their problem? Why do they keep looking at me? Do I look funny? You start to panic, not that you really care what you look like just the fact that there's literally everybody staring at you kind of put you off the edge.

¨No you look fine, they're looking at you because you're with me.¨ Kylo whispered under his breath.

Fuck, why do our minds always have to be linked? Wait are they always Linked. No, I don't think so. Wait, he said I looked fine. Wow, that’s a step up for Mr. I don’t know how to be nice.

You look up to him, ¨ Why?¨ you ask him. Who cares if you are standing next to supposed all-mighty Kylo Ren.

¨ They care, it's not every day you see me escorting someone. The jobs normally left for Stormtroopers to do.¨

¨ So then why are you doing this?¨ you ask him.

He chuckles a little bit,¨ Because I can.¨

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You’re sitting in the grass field, and fiddling with the grass. Ben's there with you. the two of you actually have the day off so you decide to come out there and let Ben help you with your concentration skills. Since apparently you don't seem to be very good with them at the moment. Constantly getting mad for no reason. Luckily Ben is there to help you out especially since he understands it.

He's just sitting there staring at you. And then finally you look up and see him. is amazing hair the way waves in the breeze, his beautiful eyes that just take you to a whole nother dimension when you stare into them, his overly defined jawline, his beautifully angled nose, and his perfect lips. you can't help but to look at him and not be in complete awe. how did you get this to be your best friend? but that's just the thing he was.

¨ What are you staring at?¨ you asked him.

¨ Nothing just maybe, possibly, my beautiful best friend, ¨ he responded smirking.

¨ Wow,¨ you laughed not taking him seriously.

¨ Wow what?¨ he asked you.

¨ Oh my gosh, then let's just…. I need help concentrating please, that's why we came out here in the first place.¨ you remind him. Not that you hate when he tries to act romantic or compliments you. You just really don't want to fully accept it. I mean nobody's ever thought of you that way.

¨ You are such a brat sometimes, you know that right?¨ he chuckled. That laugh, his amazing laugh, its something that you know you will never not love to hear.

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Wow. That laugh, that is how you know Ben is still in there. You think to yourself.

He pauses where he completely stops walking, and you bump into him.

¨ Hey! what's-¨ You start but never get to finish the question. But you know what the problem is. He was in your head. He heard you refer to him as ¨Ben¨. Does he really hate it that much? Why would he? And above all why would he change gin name in the first place? You block the rest of the thought from your head. It is obvious to you that it is a bit of a touchy subject for him.

He's stuttering, ¨not-...nothing, nevermind.¨ he says finally. ¨Here it is¨ he says pointing at a door. Which he opens and gestures for you to walk in first.

¨This will be your chambers, your bathroom is through that door,¨ He points to the opposite door fro the one you just walked through, ¨ Bed, closet, table, couch. You have everything you need here. I have also placed some er... Other clothing choices in the closet. I expect you to use it. Understood?¨

You nod your head

¨Good. Now in order for you to be my apprentice you need to train. Which I have already set up.¨ he informs you.

Training? You haven't trained in such a long time, you just tend to use new things that you make up on your own. Because you wanted to completely stopped training after you left so not like you tried anything else or even continued.

I wonder what it's going to be like. You thought to yourself. Who are you going to be training with?

¨Umm.. who exactly will I be training with?¨ you ask him.

¨ You will be training with a mix of myself and General Hux.¨ he said to you.

¨ Hux? You mean the redhead?¨

¨ Yes. And you will NOT call him the redhead anymore understood?¨ he adds sternly.

You rolled your eyes but agreed. Not that you're going to remember his name anyways.

¨ Good. Now that we have that settled. I expect you to join me for dinner. And do not wear those rags. There's a nice outfit that I have picked out for you it's in your closet. You are to wear it, and join me in 2 hours for dinner. Understood?¨ he demanded of you. wow, he's so domineering. but you didn't much mind.

¨ Yes.¨ You say. He just stares at you waiting. You correct yourself ¨ Yes, Supreme Leader¨

Then he simply walks out.

You are left alone. So you decide to check out the room a bit. It’s actually quite nice, is a queen-size bed, a really nice wooden table with matching chairs, a soft couch that you just sink into. You've never had this before, So it was nice. You look in the bathroom and it has beautiful countertops. It even has two sinks. You turn around to look at the shower. How is everything in here so freaking nice you asked yourself? Since when did the first order have time to make everything so fancy? You definitely won’t be getting used to this any time soon. You never got this growing up.

This is one hell of an upgrade in a matter of hours though. You went from a boring old cell with bearly even a toilet, and no shower to this beautiful place.

Thinking about all of this reminds you you need to take a shower.

When you’re done, you get out and dry your hair, wrap a towel around your body and walk out and to the closet. There it is, the outfit he was talking about.

Damn, it's actually really cute. you dry your body house and drop your towel and put it on your undergarments, then proceed to put on the Latex like leggings, followed by the long sleeve mesh top then the beautiful corset and cowl. Then lastly the boots. You look in the mirror. And can’t help but think of how alike you feel to Kylo Ren.

The thought bugs you. But at the same time its also sorta comforting.

You start to walk around the room. Looking at everything, it’s all so clean. You admire yourself in the mirror. But then feel guilty. You hate mirrors. And have never owned one. Your parents used to think that mirrors made people too selfish. So you have grown to think the same.

You still have about an hour left. And you realize you are tired so you decide to take a quick nap on your brand new bed. As soon as your head hits the pillow you really realize how tired you are. Well, no, more exhausted than tired. You think to yourself. Suddenly you drift off to sleep.

You dream of Ben, you dream of all the fun times you and Ben had. All the troublesome things the two of you did. Then you dream of the day in the grass field. And how you really felt. Then you hear your name,

¨y/n¨ then again but louder.

¨y/n!¨ then once more ¨Y/N!!¨ this wakes you up. And there at the end of the bed is Kylo Ren. Not Ben.

¨Y/n, You are almost an hour late. I said two hours. And what you choose to disobey me?¨ He is angry. But you can’t help but see through that to his beautiful face. There’s something about that face that you can’t get out of your head.

¨No I was gonna come. I just got tired and fell asleep.¨ you say. It’s true, you did just fall asleep.

¨Well get up, ill take you myself.¨ You do as your told and get up and follow him out of your chambers. As you are walking beside him he looks at you and studies your face.

You just keep looking forward. Thinking about the dream. Thinking about Ben.

¨I like it¨ Kylo says.

¨Pardon me?¨

¨The outfit. It suits you. The black really brings out your eyes.¨ He faces forward as he says this. What the hell? Why is he being so nice when he was just yelling at you? The whole thing shocks you.

¨I could stop if you want. I don’t have to be nice. It’s not one of my strong suits.¨ He answers your thoughts.

¨It used to be.¨ you whispered under your breath.

¨Ahh so you do remember me? I knew the whole, ¨I don’t know who you are¨ thing was an act on your part¨ He said.

Fuck!

¨So what if I do. Not that I like knowing my Ex-best friend turned evil¨ You snap.

¨Ex-... Ouch. Tell me what you really feel.¨ He laughed at this. A mechanical laugh. ¨Here we are,¨ he opens a door and there is what seems to look like a dining area. And sitting at the table is none other than Redhead himself.

¨Supreme Leader I- what is she doing here?¨ red asks Kylo.

¨She will be dining with us¨ Kylo pointed out. He pulled out a chair and sat down.

¨But why?¨

¨Hux. Why do you have to ask so many damn questions? She is here because she agreed to be my new apprentice.¨

Äfter hearing this Red goes into a fit. His face gets red and he gets up and starts to yell.

¨Her!!! Why her?! Sir if I may. She is the one that continues to anger you. It’s like every time she opens her mouth it makes you mad. And she is no use to us, She will only be in the way as I said before¨

¨You´re right¨ Kylo says. Both red and you look at Kylo in shock. What? He looks down and yells ¨Leave now¨

You assume this means you. So you turn around and start to walk away only to be called.

¨No! Not you Y/N. I want you here. Hux Leave, Now¨

To those words, you shrink.

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Pied Piper - part 1

A/N: I initially meant to write this as a oneshot but decided to break it into two because this way I can post it sooner! This is also my first time exploring the realm of member x reader (I always wrote OC’s so…) So I don’t know if it’s any good or if I made any justice. But hey! I hope you all enjoy it.

Summary: After getting spell bounded by your voice, Jungkook begins to frequent the cafe where you worked at. But when his friends, the cafe owners Jimin and Yoongi urge him to talk to you, how will things spiral out?

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (ft. cafe owners Jimin and Yoongi)

Genre: Fluff, AU

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.9 k

Jungkook was floating. He found himself suspended in mid air, as a familiar voice encased him and entwined around him. Slowly he opened his eyes. There was nothing to see, nothing to feel, except the long, long stretch of a blinding white in front of him. He turned around a little. He could now feel the planes of the dimensions lift, shift and drift amongst each other followed by a precision of violins. It all felt surreal and Jungkook asked himself if he was trapped inside of a dream. Melodies echo and multiply. The planes now began to merge into each other as they twisted, distorted and wrapped into themselves. To Jungkook, it felt like they were putting on a show, a show specifically crafted for him and him alone. The voice echoing and reverberating through each and every move they made. And then as if on cue, the sound of a very loud applause filled his ears waking him up from his reverie.

From across the stage, a little raised platform on which you’re standing, he could see you take a bow to the audience with a decisive smile on your face, shining under the spotlight.

“Watch me”, Jungkook imagined you say to the onlookers, as a roll of drums is heard in the background, “Watch me, end this show on a glorious note.”

After you’ve finished bowing down to the audience, you retreated into the back room behind the counter. And even moments after you left, Jungkook could still feel your voice linger and echo within his very being. He slowly shifted in his chair and huffed out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His hot chocolate now gone cold sat in front of him untouched as Jungkook’s mind still struggled to revive out of the trance he was sent into. Still caged in a haze, he pushed himself off the chair, got up, picked up his cup of hot chocolate and made his way to the counter. He then reached into his coat pocket and fiddled around trying to grab his wallet. So lost was he, that he nearly collided into one of the tables on the way. Nearly.

“I see that you’re still as lost as ever”, the cashier remarks, a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

“Jimine Hyung”, Jungkook blinks at the small guy.

“Well hello Jungkook”, Jimin smiles at him, his eyes turning into two crescent moons, “Welcome back to reality”.

“Ughhhh, you can’t blame me hyungggg ”, Jungkook huffs in fake annoyance, slouching over the counter, bringing the palms of his hands to cover his face,“She has an amazing voice!”

And as they were talking, a slight movement in the backroom catches Jungkook’s attention interrupting their conversation and his eyes dart towards the said direction in a fraction of seconds. Jimin catches this shift in his eyes and follows Jungkook’s line of sight.

“She’s not in there Kook”, he nonchalantly remarks, his devious eyes fixed on the boy in front of him, “Are you sure it’s just the voice you’re interested in?”

Jungkook scowls at him. Leave it up to Jimin to know everything that ever runs across Jungkook’s mind. Including his crush on you. But Jimin just giggles and holds out a hand in front of him. Jungkook fishes out his wallet and hands him the required amount of money, the grimace not leaving his face.

“Kook”, Jimin chuckled as he worked to get the bill printed for Jungkook, “You’ve been coming over here everyday, ordering the same shit you don’t even like that much just so you could see her”.

“I like hot chocolate”, Jungkook mumbles glowering at Jimin, finally taking a sip and cringing at how cold it is, “And like I said, she has an amazing voice! Of course, she has me hooked! Doesn’t mean I have a crush on her.”

“I never said anything about a crush kook”, Jimin winked at him, handing him his bill.

“Hyuuunnggg”, Jungkook groaned, shrinking away into himself, his hand timidly accepting the bill from Jimin.

“Kid” Yoongi’s voice echoed from behind him, as he came up to the counter to set down a few empty trays, “I bet no one in this cafe will believe you if you say, you didn’t have a crush on y/n. I’d say take my advice and just admit it already.”

“Ughhhhhhhh”

Okay, maybe he does have a small little crush on you. No, scratch that. It’s not any small average crush. It’s a big, huge ass crush. Huge enough to move mountains and oceans.

Jungkook remembers the day he first laid his eyes on you. It was a clear pleasant sunday morning. There was a slight chill in the mid April breeze. He remembers that because despite the hoodie he was wearing, he could still feel the chill nip at his skin. And he didn’t like that very much. That particular day, Jungkook was awake earlier than he was supposed to be. He doesn’t quite remember why. Maybe the reason was not that important enough. However bless his soul for waking up early. Sundays weren’t always the days he really looked forward to. He was mostly free if he didn’t have any university work piled up and when Jungkook was free, he didn’t know what to do with the free time other than playing games or lazing around on his couch. So, when he found himself awake so early, he decided he wanted to take a stroll along the streets for absolutely no reason at all.

That was when he heard you. A quiet, clear voice ringing through the boulevard. Jungkook stopped for a second and strained his ears trying to listen. The voice came again. This time soothing and slightly deeper than the pitch he heard before. It was mesmerizing. It was enchanting. It pulled him into a haze. He found himself involuntarily carried away by the said voice, like he was listening to the pied piper play his flute. His feet moved quicker than his mind and before it could catch up, he found himself standing in front of a small cafe that stood in a side road, cozily, nestled between the two tall buildings that rose beside it. And Jungkook didn’t need to think twice before he stepped inside the cafe.

That was when he saw you. You were there, in the cafe, standing on the raised platform, like you were today, singing. Your voice that of a siren. To Jungkook it felt like you were calling his name. Resonating and pulsating throughout his entire body. As if your voice in itself is a being very alive by itself. His entire world came to a standstill as the last note of your song ebbed away, spellbound under your voice. And that was only when Jungkook finally noticed you. Your fingers gripped tight around the microphone, sweat trickling down your forehead, your long silky hair stumbling down your shoulders, your bright eyes eyeing the audience and lastly the cheerful smile on your face as you bowed down to everyone in front of you. It was magical.

At that moment, it was safe to say that you managed to have Jeon Jungkook’s heart and soul wrapped around the tip of your fingers. And, this was also the story of how Jungkook met Jimin and Yoongi, the cafe owners and the ones who became his close friends down the line.

“Why do you act like it’s a bad thing?” Yoongi asks, “It’s actually a good thing”.

“Well…”

“Yes, y/n is a really nice person kook”, Jimin piped in, leaning from across the counter, his face resting on one of his hands, “She’s a bit on the shy side tho. Takes a long time to warm up to people. Right now, Yoongi hyung and I are the only people she actually talks to.”

“You should try and talk to her Kook” Yoongi says.

“Wha- “, Jungkook’s mouth falls open in surprise, “No - no way!”

“What? Why?” Jimin and Yoongi question in unison.

“What if she doesn’t like me hyung?” Jungkook asks perturbed.

“What? Don’t be silly”, Jimin waves him off, “Did you even look at yourself?”

“You’re a nice guy”, Yoongi adds to that, “It’s hard to dislike you”.

“And Yoongi hyung’s saying that”, Jimin snorts to which he receives a playful slap from the elder.

A distant chime interrupts their bickering, as the three of them notice you move past the counter and slip past the door, your long hair swaying behind you, guided by the breeze outside. For a brief moment before you left, your head turned to look at the three men by the counter and Jungkook felt like your eyes met momentarily. But it was so sudden that he could hardly register anything in his mind and before he did, you were already outside.

“Kook!” Jimin suddenly exclaimed, turning to him, his eyes wide, “Kook this is your chance! Go! Go after her! Talk to her!”

“Wha -”

And before Jungkook could voice any protests, both Yoongi and Jimin collectively ushered him and pushed him out of the cafe. He stumbled out onto the road and at a distance he could see your figure disappear down the lane. He turned to his side to look at his friends, an uneasy and unsettling expression rolling out on his face.

“Go”, Jimin mouthed through the glass separating them. He made a tiny fist and assertively lifted it up into the air, “Fighting”. Beside him, Yoongi sent him a lazy reassuring smile.

Sighing, Jungkook turned, facing forward. There’s no talking himself or them out of this now. He has to do it. He has to talk to you. Deep inside he knew how long he’d been wanting to do this. He also knew Jimin won’t let him inside the cafe ever again without talking to you. He stood in his place for a while trying to collect himself. After sucking in a deep breath, he straightened his shoulders and began to walk ahead, down the road where you seemed to have taken a turn.

After a few minutes of walking, he spotted you at a distance. You seemed to be engrossed in a conversation with a stranger. For a while Jungkook debated within himself if he should be approaching you right now or if it’s okay to do so. At the back of his mind, his anxiety kept telling him to take this as a chance, turn around and walk away. But then he pictured the smug expression on Jimin’s face calling him a coward. And Yoongi would laugh at him until the next century if he backs away now. That had Jungkook glued to his spot. What should he do? That was when you bowed to the stranger, a sign that your conversation with him had ended. Jungkook sighed in relief, his pace towards you quickening. And with every step he took towards you, his heart felt like a folk of thousand birds struggling to escape their captivity. Slowly massaging his chest, he inhaled a sharp breath. He brought his eyes down, looking at the pavement, his feet playing with the dried leaves that were scattered around. An attempt to calm his nerves. He looked up after a while, the stranger didn’t leave you yet and upon closer inspection he sensed something was wrong.

Jungkook felt like it all happened in slow motion. He saw the stranger grab your arm by the elbow. He saw you try and struggle out of his grip. Jungkook’s mind went blank. He had to do something. He didn’t have enough time to think or wonder about what to do or how to react. He just dived into the situation. His feet picked up their stride and in moments before anyone could blink he was by your side.

“Oh! There you are!” He panted bending down and clutching his knees in order to still his breath, “I was looking all over for you!”

You looked at the unexpected visitor, a look of confusion and bewilderment on your face. But Jungkook just sneaks a wink at you, a signal for you to just play along and you take it.

“I’m so sorry!” You say, “I was just about to call you, but it seems like I got lost”.

And in the next moment, without any warning, Jungkook frees your arm away from the strangers hold and encloses his own around your shoulder. The stranger could do nothing but gap at him.

“It seems you’ve been a great help to my friend,“ he tells the stranger, a smile flashing his way, “Thank you, I shall take it from here.”

Unable to speak a word, either out of embarrassment or disappointment, the stranger just glares at Jungkook before he walks away. You breathe out in ease as you relax yourself in Jungkook’s arms. His hold around you tightens and that was when Jungkook gets painfully aware of your presence. Your body in close proximity to his own. You were so close by, that one sniff and he could smell the vanilla and cinnamon off your skin. Your silky hair flew, blown about by the wind and whipped across his face. He wanted to touch it, smoothen it and tuck it behind your ear. But he was hesitant to do so. He didn’t want to startle you.

“Umm”, You clear your throat. And that seems to have done the trick to shake Jungkook out of his transient stupor.

“I- I’m so sorry!” He releases you in an instant, shyly scratching the back of his head. If Jungkook wasn’t too busy calming his fluttering heart, he would have noticed the faint blush spread across your face.

“I - I didn’t mean to hold you like that!” He says, speaking rapidly and in a rush, “I was just walking by and then saw that you were in trouble and I had to do something, I really didn’t have any bad intentions or ulterior motives,” Gosh he’s rambling now but couldn’t quite seem to stop himself, “I really didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry!” He then bows deeply in front of you.

“I-it’s okay!” You quickly manage to say, startled by his brisk speech, the last thing you want is to make him feel guilty. He saved you after all, “I’m glad you came in time to help! Thank you!”

“Ah”, Jungkook smiles lifting his head up, his eyes crinkling at the edges, “Don’t mention it, I’m glad I was able to help”.

The guy standing in front of you was undeniably handsome. That was the first thought that ran across your mind. His sun kissed skin, the thin line of his cherry red lips, the locks of his dark velvet hair that fell across his face casting shadows all over and finally his big doe eyes that peeked from under his long lashes. Over all, he was flawless under the scrutiny of the morning sun.

You were so lost in his galaxies that you forgot you were staring. And when you woke up to your senses, you notice the boy’s eyes awkwardly wandering all over the place. Looking everywhere and anywhere that is not you. You couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or just over conscious under your gaze. A deep shade of rose coated his cheeks and the sight looked absolutely mesmerizing. But you needed to say something. Something to break the newly surfaced awkwardness and tension between you two.

“Phew”, you sigh, your shoulders hunching, your head turning to look at the direction in which the stranger has disappeared, while internally praying that this will steer the tension away, “Really thank you, I had been trying for days to get him off my shoulders.”

“Oh?” Jungkook finally looks at you. All hints of unease from before disappearing from his demeanour.

“Anyway”, you continue tucking in a stray hair behind your ear, “ how about a coffee?”

“Huh?” Jungkook blinks at you. Was he hearing things? Did you really just ask him out for a coffee? Is that an invitation to a date? His mind went into overdrive. All sorts of thoughts flooded his mind and Jungkook wasn’t sure how to read into it all. He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself or make a fool out of himself. Especially in front of you.

“As a thank you!” You suddenly blurt out, finally realizing what the situation looked like, “I’m saying I’ll treat you to a coffee as a thank you for saving me!”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything but continues to stare at you, shortly stunned by your sudden invite.

“As a thank you!” You emphasize, the urgency ringing in your voice, your hands flapping in all directions, your cheeks hot and red, “This is definitely not me asking you out on a date!”

Now Jungkook just chuckles. If he thought you were spellbinding on the stage, outside it, you were just endearing. The lightness of your voice, the way everything you think about shows on your face, the reactions, how easily you get embarrassed or how easily your cheeks turn pink at the slightest hint of discomfort. To Jungkook, it was all just endearing.

“No no,“ he says, hoping to ease you back into comfort, “You don’t have to do anything for me, I wasn’t expecting anything in return. I’m just happy to help.”

“But -”

“But, if you really insist”, he continues further, a hand combing through his frizzly hair and pauses gauging in your reaction, “ How about I take you out?”

It’s your turn to be silent now.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what it sounds like,” Jungkook says, taking a step closer to you, stopping right before your chests can touch and breaths be felt, “I want to take you out on a date”.

“What?”

–

Part 2

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blackirisposts · 5 years

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Of Ghosts and Coffee Shop Whispers

This work is part of Spoopy October Writing Challenge 2019 (SOWC19) hosted by me, annnnnnd Happy Steve Bingo (HSB) by: @happystevebingo !!! ❤

Prompt: Day 6: Ghost for SOWC19 && Romance Novel for HSB ❤

Pairing: Darcy Lewis x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x OMC, Jane Foster x Thor ❤

Word Count: 2404

❤ Book Shop && Coffee Shop ❤

Reblog will include links and tags! ❤

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Crack and the occasional cameo ❤

A/N: Special thanks to @pegasusdragontiger and @heartbreaker6995 for both shocking my brain into actually working and cranking out this fic ❤

Darcy’s eyes follow the blond man across the room as he moves to wait for his coffee order.

“You’re staring.” Jane says, not looking up from the small wired contraption she was fiddling with.

“Yep.” Darcy pops the ‘p’ like the word’s made of bubble gum. “What a sight.”

Jane hums not fully paying attention to Darcy.

“Thor’s off world, your loss.” Darcy says with a slurp of her coffee.

“Thor?” Jane looks up and around in confusion.

Darcy pats her hand, “Off world, dear.”

“Right. I knew that.”

Darcy pushes a barely touched panini sandwich towards Jane.

“Eat, my scientific one. It shall give you strength!”

“Eat later. Science now.”

“Eat now. Science, well, also now?” Darcy sighed dragging her eyes back to Jane. “Don’t make me take whatever the hell that thing is away from you until after you’ve finished your no longer hot sandwich thingy.”

“I dare you.” Jane stares at Darcy.

“Jane.” Darcy arches a brow.

“Fine.”

“Love you too.”

Jane takes a few bites as she fiddles with her contraption.

“Still staring.”

“He’s still a sight to behold.”

“You stare at him whenever you see him here. Go talk to him. Dazzle him with your wit.”

“Yeah. That’s likely to happen.”

“Where else are you going to run into him? The lab?”

“No.” Darcy huffed, fixing her mass of curls. “Maybe a bookshop.”

Jane scoffs.

“You never know.” Darcy takes a drawn-out sip of her nearly empty coffee mug. “Okay, but if I ran into the glory of that in a bookshop, I’d die happy. . . oh, and then I could haunt the bookshop, too. . . okay, Jane. New plan!”

As Darcy dreams out loud, a half-asleep man in a stained purple shirt and black apron sidles up to her.

“It’s your lucky day then, Dee.”

Darcy squeaks in an undignified manner, startled by Clint’s sudden appearance at her side. She glares at him, her cheeks tinted pink. Clint’s an incorrigible gossip. And he will definitely tell Nat, another incorrigible gossip. This will not end well.

“Where’d you crawl out of?”

“I’m on break.” Clint shrugs and sips his coffee.

“You know something, Barton?”

“I could use more tips.” Clint arches a brow at Darcy.

“Ha! You’re lucky you make the best coffee in the city.”

Clint chuckles and takes the empty chair at their table, partially blocking Darcy of her glorious view.

“I might know a little something-something about a certain possibly haunted book shop on 66th street. If you’re planning on taking up an additional post to haunt it.”

“Possibly haunted?” Jane asks, suddenly interested in the conversation and not believing a word he says.

“Yeah. There’s like at least two ghosts. They’re—well they’re really annoying. Funny sometimes but mostly annoying.”

Darcy and Jane share a look and Darcy snorts turning back to Clint.

“So, what are you actually saying?”

“Maybe he’ll be there. Maybe he won’t be.”

“But?”

“But I’d check it out if I were you.” Clint grabs the empty cups and crumpled wrapper that once contained Darcy’s Danish. “You two check each other out far too much for you both to not have noticed yet. It’s driving everyone insane.”

“Whatever, dude.” Darcy rolls her eyes, biting her lip to keep her smile at bay. “If this bookshop is real, it’d be worth it to run into him there. Haunted or not.”

“Whatever you say, Dee.” Clint says walking back to the front counter.

“Okay, Jane, new plan. Same plan. Whatever.”

“Darcy. No.”

“Darcy. Yes.”

“Wait, what’s the address?” Darcy looks from Jane to Clint.

‘Look at your phone.’ Clint signs from behind the counter.

Darcy looks down to her phone to see the address and several emojis light up her phone.

“Who put this here?”

“You know who.” A tired voice replies, muffled by the rows of books.

“Dude. You can’t put this here.”

“I can. And I did.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Fix it!”

“There’s nothing to fix. It should go here.”

“No. No, it shouldn’t.”

“Guys.” The tired voice calls out.

“You cannot put Tolkien in the romance section.”

“Yeah. I can.”

“No.”

“It’s totally a romance novel. You’d know that if you ever learned to read.”

“Guys!” The voice calls out again.

“NO!”

“Yes! He goes in every section!”

“Tolkien. Does. Not.”

“Yep. Every one. That’s what everyone wants to read anyways.”

“Oh my god. It’s like arguing with a wall.”

“Guys. Knock it off.” The tired voice shouts.

A barely discernable pair of ‘sorry’s are uttered without feeling. Hushed arguing can still be heard throughout the book shop that finally stops when a book is thrown down aisle slamming into a wall with a harsh thud.

“You done yet?” Darcy asks, tapping the end of her pen against the table top.

“Does it look like I’m done?”

“No. You’re never done. Even when you are, in fact, done.”

“What?”

“You started spouting equations when you were asleep. Remember? I recorded it incase it was something import.”

“I don’t remember that.” Jane eyes Darcy. “There’s no way I did that.”

“You did.” Eric taps his head. “I remember. It was odd. All your equations where correct but they had nothing to do with each other.”

Jane huffs. “Typical.”

“Nah, just proof you need more sleep, Doc.”

“I need more sleep? Or you want to go ghost hunting?”

“Maybe both?” Darcy holds both hands up defensively. “Can’t we have both?”

“Take the rest of the day off, Darcy.” Eric chuckles grabbing the pen from her.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He gives her an incredulous look. “Go have fun with the—ghosts.”

“I don’t think they’re—”

“I don’t want to know. Just call us if you need help or are pulled into another dimension again.”

“Thanks, ma dude.” Darcy bounces on her toes and presses a quick kiss to Eric’s cheek. “And you’ll take care of Jane-y?”

“Yes. Now, go before you convince yourself not to.”

“Alright, alright. Don’t science too hard.”

Darcy bites her lip, checking her phone one more time for address to the bookshop. The entrance is warm and charming. Totally inviting. Not that there was a bookshop that hadn’t agreed with Darcy yet.

The door chimes softly as the smell of fresh coffee and paper flood her nose.

“Yeah. This is a place I could call my forever home.” Darcy mutters to herself.

Not a soul in sight. Only books and a mismatched pair of leather chairs and a purple velvet couch.

Mismatched fairy lights hang crisscrossing overhead, leading to a small stage. A framed chalkboard sign reads: Poetry reading, Tonight 8pm.

Darcy snaps a pic and sends it to Jane and Eric, found my happy place.

She wanders farther into the bookshop when she hears it.

“Was the fair palace door—”

First it sounds like a whisper.

“Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing—”

Now a little louder. The disembodied voice sounded pensive, annoyed even.

“Flowing, flowing, flowing—”

Darcy’s curiosity gets the better of her and she follows the voice, stifling a snort when she hears it curse in frustration.

She hears papers moving and an irritated sigh.

Rounding a corner, she sees the source of the voice. Not a ghost by any means, but definitely something that took her breath away. Before her perched precariously on a stool is a rather large man in a rust colored sweater, his dark hair tied messily in a bun.

“That was really beautiful.”

The man looks up and blushes. “Th-thanks. I’m trying to memorize it before tonight.”

“You’ll get it.”

“I better.” He sighs, his voice dropping low in embarrassment. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh, for who?” Darcy beams a toothy grin at him as his blush darkens.

He hands her his book, an anthology of Poe, open to the poem that he’s struggling with.

“It’s for my boyfriend, it’s his favorite. If I can pull it off, I’m going to ask him to move in with me, too.”

Darcy squeaks out a noise that makes him chuckle.

“I’m Bucky by the way.”

“Darcy.” She replies. “And that is possibly the sweetest thing I’ve heard all month.”

“I call bull, Bucko.”

“What the fuck now, Sam?” Bucky asks, features going neutral.

“No way.” The man referred to as Sam crosses his arms over his chest making himself look intimidating in the small book aisle. “You paid her to come in here and say that. Admit it.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

Darcy snorts, drawing their attention. “You two don’t sound like ghosts.”

“What?” They ask in unison.

A low chuckle is heard an aisle or two over.

Darcy points in the direction of the laugh. “Now there’s your ghost.”

“Ghost?” Sam asks.

“A friend recommended this place, said it was haunted by at least two ghosts, annoying but sometimes funny. I imagine he was talking about you two. You’re not the boyfriend, are you?” Darcy asks Sam as she draws soft lines of graphite in his book.

“Oh, hell no. He wishes.” He chuckles, holding out a hand. “I’m Sam. I can only stand that man as far as I can throw him.”

Darcy takes his hand, offering her name in return.

“What the hell man? You know you can’t throw down like I can.”

“Knock it off, guys.”

“So, is he the ghost then?” Darcy snickers referring to the voice as both men roll their eyes at the phrase they’ve heard far too often.

“No.” Sam seems to pout. “You’d think so, but no.”

Darcy shrugs and hands Bucky the book back. “Here, try to memorize it in chunks, it has more rhythm that way, might be easier.”

“Thank you so much!” Bucky’s face brightens and he wraps Darcy in a quick hug, nearly crushing her. His movements startling her into laughter and cause Sam to roll his eyes.

“Why you gotta hug everyone, man. Some people don’t like it.”

“I don’t mind.” Darcy shrugs with a laugh. “Some people need kindness in physical platonic gestures.”

Sam hums, eyeing Darcy and then Bucky.

“What?” She asks confusion written across her face.

“You thinking what I’m thinking, Buck?”

It takes Bucky a moment, but he gets there. “Oh. Stevie. Yeah.”

“Who?”

“They’d be perfect together.” Sam nods, giving Darcy his sweetest smile. “You’d really love him.”

“No, seriously, who’s Steve?”

“For us to know and you to fall in love with.” Sam arches his brows at her.

“Hey, maybe then he’ll spend less time here giving us a hard time.” Bucky says, nudging Sam.

“Give the lady some room otherwise she’ll never come back here, ya crazy mutts.” Says the voice again, this time closer.

“What?” Darcy asks while Bucky shakes his head and goes back to his book. She looks to Sam who throws his hands in the air in mock defeat.

“We try and we try, Steve.” Sam says, his smirk growing into a full smile. “But we can only do so much for you, old man.”

“This is why business is erratic.” Says the voice, who Darcy is now assuming to be the Steve formerly mentioned. “You two aren’t sharing shifts anymore if you keep this up.”

“Uh oh, looks like you’ve upset the man behind the curtain.” Darcy quips, earning a fist bump from Sam and a chuckle from Bucky.

“Yeah! Good one.” Scott cheers coming around the corner, bowl of orange slices in hand. “Who’s the new girl?” he asks, offering everyone to take from the dish.

“Scott, be cool, man.” Sam shakes his head, grabbing a handful of oranges before walking out of the aisle.

“When am I not cool? I’m cool right?” Scott looks to Darcy, like she’ll back him up.

Bucky chuckles and disappears around the corner before being dragged into it.

Darcy laughs and nods, her words caught in her throat as Steve rounds the corner, rolling his eyes.

“You’re the coolest Scott.” Steve confirms, eyes tired until they fall on Darcy and light up. “Can you finish inventory in the back?”

“Can do Cap!” Scott mock salutes, shoving the large bowl into Steve’s hands as he leaves.

“Sorry about him.” He shuffles his feet a bit, suddenly shy at finding the ‘cute coffee shop girl’ in his shop. “’Bout all of them, really.”

Darcy shakes her head “You must be Steve?” Darcy smiles at the flush starting to color his cheeks.

“Yeah,” He says softly, smile as bright as she knew it’d be. “And you’re—”

“Darcy. It’s nice to meet you, finally.”

“How’d you survive the minotaurs that work here?” He asks, putting the bowl on an empty shelf, his free hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

“I know how to get around a maze with minimum casualties.” Darcy laughs, the sound feeling like a wave of sunshine rippling through his veins.

Steve can’t help but laugh with her. He should have listened to Clint and Nat and talked to her sooner.

“Would you—” He’s interrupted with a tap on the shoulder by a guy with a creepy yet happy smile holding three pizza boxes.

“We didn’t order anything.” Steve says with a confused look. “Wait. Guys? Did you order take out again?”

“No!” Come Bucky and Sam’s reply almost in unison, followed by a late and muffled ‘no’ from Scott.

“Sorry, man.”

“Smells good, though.” Darcy murmurs.

“Eh, thought I’d just say hi. This goes next door.”

“What?” Darcy takes a step closer to Steve.

“Hi. Wade Wilson.” The man says with a sigh of admiration. “Big fan.” And turns to leave.

The door hasn’t shut yet and they hear his voice again from the street.

“Fuck! I got distracted by those baby blues. What was my line? ‘Everything’s better with pizza?’ Fuck it, close enough! Can’t I do it again? Shit!”

“What the fuck was that?” Darcy asks, holding a hand over her mouth as she laughs.

“You keep the pizza, boss?” Bucky yells.

“Or are you two too busy making out already?” Sam sticks his head around the corner waggling his eyebrows.

“Why did I agree to hire you two?” Steve asks, giving Darcy an apologetic look.

“Wanna get out of here?” Darcy slips her hand into Steve’s.

“Yeah.”

“Buck!” Sam yells over his shoulder. “They’re holding hands!”

“Ha! Nat owes me twenty bucks!” Comes Bucky’s voice from behind the stacks of books.

“Coffee shop?”

“Coffee shop.” Steve agrees, his smile faulters. “Wait, do you know Clint?”

“Shit.”

#Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes/OMC #bipspoopy19 #happy steve bingo 2019

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eddieeatsass · 5 years

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15 + 28 for reddie from the prompt list

Turned Evil/Dark Au + Wearing the Other’s Clothes from this prompt list

(I took this in a slightly different direction than was probably expected. I tried to take an interesting spin on things, and I hope it worked out. This was super fun to write, thanks for the great prompt combo!)

Posted on AO3

To us, a mirror was just a mirror; a reflective surface used to primp ourselves in the morning and make sure we don’t have food stuck in our teeth after supper. But what if it were more than that? What if it were a gateway into an alternate dimension, where everything was the same, yet completely different.

Most of us would never get an answer to that question, it would remain a conspiracy theory for ages to come. But a select few might occasionally catch a glance into that other reality, moments they’d write off as ‘too much coffee’ or ‘not enough sleep’.

In our world, we can confidently say that we don’t yet have the technology to travel dimensions, let alone prove the existence of multiple dimensions in the first place. However, we can’t say the same with certainty for our potential doppelgangers on the other side.

“Who said you could go first, fuck nut!?” Richie grabbed at Eddie’s hair, pulling back with a hard yank and pushing in front of him.

“Seniority privileges. Plus it keeps me from having to look at your ugly mug.” Eddie stuck out his foot, successfully tripping Richie and watching him topple through the mirror. Eddie followed through the liquid glass, stepping around Richie’s body and taking a look around the room.

It looked about the same as their own, only disgustingly cleaner. One of them definitely had a stick up their ass in this universe.

“I’m only two months younger than you, you idiot.” Richie ground out, reaching out and grabbing Eddie’s ankle, laughing as he watched him hit the ground just as Richie had.

Eddie rolled over, looking back at Richie with a glare and a loud shushing noise.

“Unless you wanna wake them up, I’d suggest you keep your trashmouth closed for once.” Eddie gestured up to the bed where this universe’s versions of themselves were sound asleep.

Richie rolled his eyes, pushing himself up and beginning to look around the room.

A few hours ago, they’d been bored enough to actually consider dimension hopping for the first time ever. It had never really appealed to them before, the process seemed so long and dull, but they’d had nothing better to do. So now here they found themselves, still bored out of their skulls, but now having to be quiet about it.

“Oooo score.” Richie swiped some change off the bedside table, pocketing it for later and continuing to rummage through drawers as quietly as he could.

Eddie was looking through the closet, trying to hold back a gag at the sight of brightly colored gaudy button ups and prissy polo shirts. With a wicked grin, he threw on an over-sized Hawaiian shirt over his black t-shirt, and tiptoed over to Richie.

“Hiya Eds.” Eddie mocked in a low tone, draping himself over Richie’s back and creeping his hands up his chest teasingly. When Richie turned around he slapped a hand over his mouth to hold in his eruption of laughter, coated heavily with disdain.

“That’s horrendous.” Richie said, once he managed to calm himself down enough to whisper again.

“I have half a mind to burn their entire closet, and subsequently, them along with it.” Eddie sneered, pulling the fabric away from his body with his thumb and forefinger.

“From the sight of how big that is on your bite-sized frame-”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d guess that’s my shirt?”

“I guess in this universe you’ve accepted those unfortunate looks of yours and have given up trying all together.”

Richie flattened his hand against Eddie’s face and pushed him out of the way, walking towards the closet as Eddie stumbled to keep from falling over.

“Your clothes aren’t any better.” Richie commented, crinkling his nose as he came across a particularly preppy dress shirt. It was pastel pink with gold adornments on the tips of the collar, and obviously child-sized.

Richie pulled his sweater over his head, letting it drop to the floor before trying to shimmy his way into the dress shirt. It ripped almost immediately, a large tear across the back, and Richie heard Eddie snickering from where he watched.

“Shut up or I’ll stuff my cock down your throat and make you.” Richie shot back, giving up on the shirt and letting it join his sweater on the floor.

“You say that like your cock isn’t the size of a cocktail wiener.”

“People have died from choking on cocktail wieners.” Richie responded, picking through the closet once again.

“You can’t kill me here, there’d be too much evidence.”

“Not if I take goody-two-shoes Eddie back with me. Then it just looks like Richie and Eddie here got into a little marital tussle and one snapped. Remember, you do look identical.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Good luck getting him to do the things I do in bed.” He mumbled.

“You know, it might be nice having someone submissive for once. Someone who isn’t keen on arguing with me the whole time, who will let me do anything I want to him.” Richie had stalked towards Eddie, closing the distance between them and bringing them nose to nose. They stood at the foot of the bed where their counterparts lay blissfully unaware in slumber.

“Oh, you want a submissive huh?” Eddie began fiddling with the button on his jeans, keeping his eyes locked on Richie’s in challenge. ”You want me to let you win? Because that’s the only way you could actually dominate me. But if that’s what you want, I’ll take pity on you.” Eddie pulled his pants down around his thighs, bending over the bed frame and presenting his ass to Richie.

Richie growled as he grabbed Eddie’s cheeks, pulling him backwards against his lap and grinding his clothed cock into Eddie’s skin.

“You pathetic slut, I’m going to make you eat your fucking words.”

Eddie made a fake yawning gesture, looking back over his shoulder with an unimpressed expression.

“I’ll believe you when I feel it.” Eddie challenged.

Richie was pulling down his own pants within seconds, grabbing at his cock and teasing Eddie’s hole with it.

“I should make you take it raw for that bullshit you were spouting, but your screaming might wake the babies, and then no one would get to have fun.” Richie let a line of spit trickle from his mouth down to Eddie’s hole, wetting the area significantly less than lube would, but more than nothing. Then, without any warning, he shoved himself in to the hilt.

Eddie straightened up suddenly, the pain shooting through his spine causing him to go rigid. He bit into his lip to keep his scream held in, tasting copper on his tongue from the force. He felt like he was being split open, Richie’s cock a saw blade that wouldn’t relent enough to give him a moment to adjust. Tears sprung to his eyes from the pain, but it also caused arousal to stir low in his stomach.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Eddie spat. He earned a hand around his throat in response, cackling as the sound got cut off.

“Huh? What was that?” Richie whispered wickedly into Eddie’s ear. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your ass devouring my cock.”

Eddie tried to bite back a response, but the sound wouldn’t pass by the hold Richie had on his neck. Choked out moans got knocked out of him every time Richie thrust into him, hitting that delicious spot that made his hazy eyes see stars.

Richie brought his free hand up to Eddie’s mouth, forcing his fingers between his lips and hooking two into his cheek like a fish hook. It forced Eddie’s mouth open, drool collecting around Richie’s fingers and dripping down Eddie’s chin.

“Bite my fingers and I stop.” Richie warned, knowing Eddie well enough to speak before he tried anything.

Eddie glared at Richie, opting instead to reach back with his arms and claw his nails down Richie’s exposed back. Richie hissed at the sensation, knowing full well that Eddie wasn’t holding back. He’d probably drawn blood… Richie made a note to punish him for that later.

Eddie’s moans became more frequent as he climbed towards his peak, still kept quiet by the hand around his throat and the fingers in his mouth. But Richie was also approaching his release, and he needed both his hands for it.

With reluctance, Richie pulled his hands away, moving one from the front of Eddie’s neck to the back and using the leverage to push Eddie’s upper half down against the bed. It was risky, having Eddie so close to the sleeping pair, but the risk is what pushed Richie over the edge.

He quickly pulled out of Eddie and grasped his cock at the base, pumping himself through his orgasm as he shot thick ropes of cum across the back of the shirt Eddie wore. His seed quickly disappeared among the busy pattern.

Below him, Eddie was cursing him out quietly. Richie didn’t pay him much mind, not caring if he’d cum or not. He’d been a brat and brats don’t get to finish.

“Get yourself off if you’re so worried about it.” Richie said cattily, tucking himself back into his pants.

Just as Eddie was about to respond, he felt a shuffling underneath him. He shot up from where he’d been bent over the bed, pulling up his pants in the process as he stumbled back into Richie.

Before them appeared a drowsy Richie, sat upright in bed with his eyes nearly shut. He seemed to be looking straight at them, but also straight through them.

“Eds? Why are you wearing my shirt?” He mumbled confusedly.

Eddie stared in horror, glancing between his Richie and the Richie that was a moment away from finding out about inter-dimensional travelling.

“Uh… go back to sleep, this is just a dream.” Eddie tried, cringing at his own cliche line.

Richie blinked at them for a moment.

“If this is a dream, can I have sex with other me?”

“Sure, you idiot, now lay down.” Other Richie replied.

“I like it when I talk dirty to myself.” His speech was sleep slurred as he laid back down, resting his head on his pillow and stilling after a few seconds, his breath evening back out.

Eddie let out a shaky breath, turning to his Richie and raising an eyebrow.

“You’re even stupider in this universe than you are in our own.” He accused.

“Yeah, well, if you don’t get your ass back into our universe in the next five seconds, I’m leaving you here to deal with dumb me, so let’s go.” Richie grumbled, picking up his discarded sweater on his way towards the mirror.

Eddie joined him, prepared to jump back through until Richie stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Leave the shirt.”

“Wha- but it’s a souvenir!” Eddie objected.

“This isn’t fucking Disney World. And besides, wouldn’t you rather leave a mysterious cum stained shirt here; stir up some trouble for the happy couple?”

Richie’s eyes shone dark, malevolence expanding his pupils. Eddie smirked back at him, his previously neglected cock stirring once again at Richie’s ill nature.

“I like how you think.” Eddie peeled the shirt off, making sure it landed in a bundle where the quickly drying stain would soon be visible, front and center.

And with that, Richie took Eddie’s hand, walking them back through the mirror and back to their own lives.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #dark reddie #evil reddie #reddie lemon #reddie smut #reddie prompt #reddie fanfic #reddie fanfiction #my posts #my writing #lemon #fanfic #fandom-dhaddy #ask #dark verse

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sunniebelle · 5 years

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An Enchanted Night

I got a Bingo @doctorroseprompts!

Tentoo x Rose, light Teen

A few days after Rose and her Doctor return to Pete's World, Rose is still struggling with worry over her place in the Doctor's life and if she indeed has a future with him. The Doctor is fairly sure he's come up with a fool-proof plan to ease her concerns and show her how priceless she truly is to him.

Note: This is based on a prompt from @skyler10fic to use the words 'party' and 'boat' from Tumblr's @doctorroseprompts' Summer Fic Bingo. Thank you so much @skyler10fic for the prompt! I hope you enjoy the story! :D

A03, TSP

Rose Tyler smiled politely and nodded at what she hoped was an appropriate time to one of Pete Tyler’s Vitex business associates. Her mum was hosting a big, fancy party to celebrate the return of the stars. The mystery of the stars suddenly going out, for seemingly no reason, had baffled scientists the world over. Torchwood had done its very best to gather the best and brightest experts they could find all over the world. The only ones who had known in their gut that something more sinister was going on had been Rose and Pete Tyler.

In the beginning, she had fought tooth and nail for weeks to have her's, Mickey Smith’s and Jake Simmond’s Dimension Canon Project approved for use. She’d spent months hopping dimensions, searching relentlessly for her Doctor.

She had never expected the result of her efforts to end like they had, to wind up back in Pete’s World for good and living life on the slow path. More than anything, she hadn’t expected the surprise of a lifetime, to get to stay with her family and have the Doctor. Though there were some subtle differences between the Doctor she had been separated from and his biological metacrisis, he was indeed her Doctor in every way that mattered.

She could still recall in vivid detail the moments directly after watching the TARDIS and the Time Lord Doctor disappear without any kind of goodbye. With old, incredibly painful memories flooding to the surface of her battered and bruised heart, and her fears of abandonment rearing their ugly heads, she had thrown herself into the metacrisis’ arms and sobbed from too many emotions coursing through her exhausted mind and body.

Rose forcefully pushed her reminiscent memories away, trying to once again focus on what the man—whose name she couldn’t recall now—was continuing to discuss in an almost monotone voice. As soon as possible, she excused herself and went in search of the man that was never far from her thoughts.

After getting caught up in and escaping several conversations with individuals who were definitely not her Doctor, she finally left for the kitchens thinking he popped in there to steal some nibbles and have a rambling discussion with the likely annoyed staff. She could only hope he had not resorted to fiddling with the kitchen appliances. After all, there was only so many times she could talk her mum out of slapping him.

Upon learning none of the servants had seen him and feeling quite baffled at his disappearance, she let out a heavy sigh and decided to take a walk in the gardens that surrounded the back half of the Tyler mansion, thinking the fresh night air might help settle her thoughts.

As hard as she tried, Rose couldn’t completely push aside the fear that tried to bubble up in her. Having been sent away so many times, searching for months and always coming up empty-handed, and finally being abandoned by the Time Lord Doctor on that bloody beach, all of it together had left her wary when she faced moments like this, when she couldn’t find the Doctor. It brought up so many doubts in her, stirring painful memories to the surface.

Oh, she knew full-well the Doctor loved her. She even knew that the fully Time Lord Doctor loved her; but at moments like these, her insecurities had a way of overwhelming her.

Her mind was working over-time to convince her that her doubts and fears were real, not just imagined—that she wasn’t enough for the Metacrisis Doctor and he missed traveling the stars too much to stay with her. Most importantly, though, she wondered if she would ever be enough to bridge the gaping hole that was left behind by the severed connection with his TARDIS.

All these depressing, morose thoughts spiraled in her mind like a viscous whirlwind. She knew she was being daft, but still that knowledge couldn’t make the thoughts go away. They had plagued her relentlessly since that day on Bad Wolf Bay, just a few days ago.

So focused was she on her self-recriminating thoughts, she didn’t see the moonlit outline of her half-human Doctor walking toward her in the dark.

“Rose! There you are, I was just coming to—” the Doctor began excitedly before cutting himself off at her startled gasp. “Oh, sorry. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Letting out a deep breath and trying to return her heart to its normal rhythm, she ran a hand down his arm to assure him she was fine and he was forgiven.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. No one knew where you were.”

Though Rose tried to keep her worry and self-doubts to herself, either her voice or something in her eyes gave her away. Familiar chocolate-brown eyes studied her for several long moments before he grasped her hands in a gentle but firm grip.

Looking deep into her eyes, the Doctor said, “I’m sorry I worried you Rose. I always hate to see you upset, especially when I’m the cause. I know it’s going to take time to prove to you that I have no intention of ever leaving you again, at least not by my own choice.” He stepped closer into her personal space, so close she could feel his warm puffs of air gently grazing her skin.

“I slipped away so I could prepare for the surprise I had planned for the two of us. Would you care to take a moonlit stroll with me?” he asked with a small smile, turning and offering his elbow to her.

He tried to hide it, but she could see the hesitant, vulnerable look in his eye, as though he was preparing for her to decline. As if she would ever miss out on a chance to have the Doctor all to herself.

“I’d love to, Doctor,” she said, giving him a tongue-touched grin.

The Doctor was still awestruck whenever he was graced by one of Rose’s beaming smiles. He didn’t know how she did it, but her smile seemed to make the gentle light of the moon seem to shine as bright as day when she smiled at him like that. He was fully aware that he had a goofy, ear-to-ear grin on his face as he felt Rose’s arm slip into the crook of his elbow. He had felt more genuine smiles cross his face in the past month than he had since the day he lost her in the battle of Canary Warf.

They walked in companionable silence until they reached the edge of the large duck pond that sat toward the back of the Tyler property.

A pleasantly warm wind blew the scents of the night air into their faces, letting them sample the sweet floral but heady smell of honeysuckle and lavender. In the trees and bushes they heard the calls and movements of small animals hurrying about their business in the cover of night.

The gentle warmth of the night air seemed to wrap around them, like a comfortable blanket and he could feel the earlier tension in Rose slowly fade as they took in the beauty around them. Ahead of them, the soft sound of wave after wave of water meeting and lapping at the shore added to the magic of the moment and to the melody of the night noises surrounding them.

The blue-ish white light of the moon illuminated the ground beneath the Doctor’s and Rose’s feet. The Doctor led them around the grassy shore a ways, toward a short wooden dock where, barely visible at the end, two lanterns sat atop the posts waiting to be lit.

He stopped her at the entrance to the pier and asked her to close her eyes and wait there for a minute. Rolling her eyes in feigned impatience and giving him an indulgent but excited smile, she complied.

Waving his hand in front of her face to test that she wasn’t peaking, he darted to the end of the walk and turned the lanterns on high, then quickly returned to her side.

“Keep your eyes closed, but walk with me. I’ll guide you.” He was pleased to see the amused smile tugging at Rose’s mouth, but focused on leading her to his surprise, mostly so he wouldn’t focus too much on his desire to kiss her.

When they reached their destination, he stepped to the side and told her to open her eyes. He watched as her eyes opened and focused on his surprise; a wooden rowboat tied to the pier and in the center of the boat was a large picnic basket. He saw a beaming smile slowly light up Rose’s face and simultaneously warm his single human heart, effectively calming his tumultuous fears about her enjoying his surprise.

“You did all this? For me?” she asked, her voice quiet while her eyes searched his.

“All for you, Rose Tyler. If I may?” he asked, gesturing to the boat. She accepted his help into the boat and was soon seated across from her. He gazed at her for a long moment, then, as though he was just remembering something, he reached behind him and presented her with a beautiful bouquet of pink and yellow roses.

Lifting them to her face to breathe in their wonderful smell, she said, “These are beautiful, Doctor. Thank you, for these...and doing all this.”

“You’re welcome. Only the best for my pink and yellow human,” he said with a grin, which she returned.

He situated his hands on the paddles and made ready to move the boat out onto the water so he could continue his plans for the evening. He suddenly stopped when Rose cleared her throat and looked up at her.

“Um, Doctor, are you forgetting something?”

He looked at her in confusion for a moment, then glanced around them, mentally ticking off everything in his head, then looked back up at her in bemusement.

Shaking his head, he confirmed, “No, don’t think so.”

He could tell that she was holding back laughter and trying to hide a smile behind her hand. He cocked an eyebrow at her, waiting to see what she found so amusing.

Lowering her hand and doing a very poor job of not smiling, she pointed to the rope that was anchoring the boat to the pier. “’S just, think we’ll get farther without being tethered, don’t you?”

His face dropped as he looked at the line. “Ah.”

He turned a beaming smile on her. “My brilliant, Rose! Always seeing what I miss!” he exclaimed with pride, making her smile wider.

The rope tucked safely away and paddles now in hand, the Doctor’s smooth, powerful strokes brought them quickly to the middle of the pond fairly quickly.

After securing the paddles, the Doctor opened the hamper he had prepared earlier. In a short amount of time they each had plates of fish and chips and glasses of wine.

The Doctor had difficulty swallowing when Rose moaned at the taste of the chips. Trying to force his mind to other things than wanting to ravish her, he began rambling about his progress on the TARDIS coral. For a while they ate and drank, their conversation relaxed.

Soon the meal was finished and he brought out a large slice of double chocolate banana cake and two spoons. Rose’s obvious delight caused him to make his happy noise at the pleasure she found in his hard work. They both moaned in pleasure when the first bite of the delicious cake reached their respective mouths, then looked at each other and laughed.

After packing their dishes away in the hamper, the Doctor moved over to sit beside Rose, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He enjoyed the feel of her leaning into his body and her contented sigh as they felt the gentle sway of the boat drifting in the water.

As they gazed at the night-time scenery around them, Rose smiled when she thought of all the thought, time and effort the Doctor had put into this lovely surprise date he had set up. All of this had shattered through the doubts that had been swirling in her head lately.

As he stared up at the moon and stars that softly lit the midnight sky, she surreptitiously studied him. He was wearing a dark-blue tuxedo; though tonight’s party had been a black-tie affair, he had refused to wear a black one, much to her mother’s annoyance. Rose had always loved how handsome he looked in a tux and tonight was no exception.

His eyes sparkled in the soft light, while the breeze ruffled the strands of his spiked hair. She continued her perusal, forcing her hands to remain in her lap and not wander into his really great hair. Her eyes finally fell to his mouth, specifically his pouty lower lip that continued to taunt her with how kissable that feature made him look.

She startled slightly when his head suddenly turned to her, their eyes locking and bodies stilling.

She felt a bit perplexed when she saw a slightly nervous look cross his face, yet couldn’t help but track the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. She wondered what was making him nervous and was about to ask him, when he started speaking.

“Rose, I—there’s a reason I did all this tonight, planned it all out. I’m actually amazed one of my plans worked! You know, normally they end up going awry a little bit. Well, yeah, you know that. Don’t need to go into that. I, um, that is. Oh, bugger.” She watched in part amusement, part growing concern as her Doctor tried to tell her something that she instinctively knew was important.

He took a deep breath through his mouth and let it out his nose slowly, then turned slightly so he could face her. “Rose, I don’t know that I, even with all the languages I can speak, could find the words to tell you how much I missed you.”

Her breath caught at that statement and she felt the slight burning sensation of tears beginning to gather in her eyes.

“I was miserable, a completely useless wreck without you. There were so many times I’d ask myself, ‘What would Rose do?’, or ‘What am I missing that Rose would see?’”

As the Doctor continued his ramble, he became more animated and Rose imagined that, were they not in a boat, he would have been pacing.

“And blimey, how many times did Donna yell at me for moping about or sulking? I was a right pain in the arse at times, I’m sure. You can stop laughing, Rose, cause it’s true!” he said, smiling as she tried to stifle her giggles at the pictures he created. Oh, how she could just imagine those scenarios—which of course, was a rather sobering thought.

“The point I’m trying and failing to make Rose is, I was so miserable without you, but a great majority was because of my deep regret. Regret for how much bloody time I wasted holding you at arm’s length. I told myself I was protecting you, from my darkness, from my past. But really, I was scared, a right sodding coward. I was terrified of how much it would hurt one day when I lost you.”

Her throat got tighter as her tears gathered in her eyes, watching him bare himself completely like this. A tear spilled over and slowly rolled down her cheek as she saw his head bow, eyes close and shoulders slump with the weight of his next words.

“And then...I did lose you and it hurt so much more. Because all that time, we could have been honest about our feelings. No, I could have been honest about my feelings for you. And Rose,” he looked up, staring into her eyes, “my regret for the things I didn’t do and didn’t say still runs deep. A chasm of regret. And I vowed to myself, when you chose me that day on that windy beach, after we saved the Earth again—well, the universe...well, the multi-verse—I vowed that I would not hide my feelings for you any longer.”

She watched him take a deep breath, then slide from his seat beside her. Her breath, mind, heart, everything stopped when he knelt before her and grasped her hand. Tears that she had managed to keep at bay now ran unchecked down her face.

“Rose Marion Tyler, from the day I grasped your hand in mine and told you to 'Run', you have fascinated, challenged, inspired me, saved me so many times, in so many ways. You took a bitter, old and broken Time Lord soldier...and you made me better. Your light, your spirit, your compassion, Rose, just...everything about you drew me to you. You were, are, will always be my center of gravity. And I cannot—do not ever want to—imagine a life lived without you. You are my everything. I love you, Rose Tyler, and will spend every single day of the rest of our forever proving it to you.”

He drew out a small TARDIS-blue velvet case from his inner lapel pocket and lifted the lid to reveal a white-gold ring with a beautiful diamond centered between two small sapphires. As he lifted it from the case, she thought she could see his written language, circular Gallifreyan, engraved inside the ring—though she longed for stronger light than the gentle moonlight currently surrounding them to confirm her suspicions.

“Doctor,” was the only word she could get past her lips and increasingly tight throat.

“Will you,” he took a deep breath and she heard him gulp before he continued, “do me the extreme honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, Doctor,” she said in a broken whisper.

A beaming smile suddenly stretched across his face making the adorable crinkles around his eyes appear.

As he reverently slipped the ring onto her finger, she giggled in delight and stared at it for a long moment. She then lunged forward to wrap him in a tight hug. He barely kept them upright, both of them laughing as the boat rocked with their movement. For several minutes they were content to stay locked in their warm embrace.

Turning her head, she trailed her lips across his jaw pressing soft kisses to his smooth skin. Making her way to his mouth, she finally gave him a loving, lingering kiss. He was quick to lean into her and when she moved her now-bejeweled left hand to his hair to scratch at his scalp, while also drawing his tempting lower lip between hers, she relished the sound of his moan. He pulled her closer, one arm tight around her lower back while the other snaked into her hair to tilt her head as he deepened the kiss, which pulled a moan from her as well.

The need to breathe finally caused them to separate, their foreheads touching and their breath mingling. Her eyelids fluttered open, warm amber meeting rich chocolate.

Her hands, still tangled in his gorgeously riotous hair, came down to rest on either side of his face and she pulled back to better see him. It took all her will-power not to continue their previous activities, what with seeing his adorable and thoroughly-snogged appearance. But she had something important to tell him as well, something she had not said to him in a very long time.

“Doctor, you are so important to me. So important that I jumped universes to get back to you. I was utterly devastated when we were separated, so lost. I was more lonely than I knew it was possible to be. But because of all I went through, the decisions I made because no one would or could make them, I feel like...like I know you and understand you better. And Doctor, I mean this from the depths of my soul,” she stared into his eyes to make sure he was truly hearing her.

“It doesn’t matter what has happened in your past. All of what you went through, every single bit of it, it made you into who you are. And who you are...is the man I love. My Doctor. I love you, so much.”

Now it was the Doctor whose face was streaked with tears as he stared into her eyes. He looked at her as though he had found the most precious treasure. It was a look of wonder and awe.

Suddenly he surged forward with a hard press of his lips to hers. She poured all her love for this beautiful, wonderful man into her kiss and felt the same being sent to her.

He finally slowed and gentled his touch, kissing her with such tenderness and love that she again felt tears burning behind her eyelids.

Breaking away so there was only a few inches between them, they gazed at each other, memorizing and treasuring everything about this moment. The Doctor stared at Rose with deep, chocolate brown eyes, his gaze so filled with love and hope for their future together.

She looked down between them at their hands, palms pressed together and fingers tightly linked. She knew—they both knew deep in their souls—no matter what the universe had in store for them, as long as they had each other’s hand to hold, they could face it. Together.

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Divided Dimensions: The World of Elkanov Part 1 (Revised)

This is the first chapter of the novel. I’ve been writing and have a hard time not going back to edit everything. I really need to stop being a perfectionist when it comes to my writing. Anyway, hope you enjoy~ I’ll post the next chapter tomorrow.

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As smoke fills the room, the sound of the smoke alarm blaring reverberates throughout the house, waking me from my trance. I jolt up before sighing as I use my index finger to adjust my black-rimmed glasses, my other hand placing the book I had been reading down gently on my desk.

Not this again. I cover my nose and mouth with my sleeve before walking out of my room. I travel down the now smoke-filled staircase and towards the open kitchen which was barely visible. Squinting my eyes, I thread carefully into the kitchen, making sure not to bump into anything.

“Mum! You okay?” I call out, a cough leaving my lips as I search for some kind of movement.

“I’m fine, Alistair! Just burned some pancakes.”

“Burnt pancakes?” I mutter as I turn to face where the voice came from and made my way over. My mother, Bella, was fanning the smoke out of the kitchen from the back door with a magazine, coughing a few times. “Were you hurt?” I ask, adjusting my glasses before looking at her to make sure she wasn’t injured.

“Apart from having a bit of smoke in my lungs, I’m pretty much alright.” She chuckles. “Oh, could you please turn off the alarm, Chip?” She says in between coughs.

I nod before grabbing a broom from the storeroom to turn the smoke alarm off. The smoke had mostly dispersed from the kitchen which revealed the stove and what looked more like charcoal then pancakes. I sigh inwardly at the sorry sight of what was supposed to be breakfast. I throw the pancake that was on the pan and look at the batter on the kitchen counter.

“Sorry about that, Chip. I got a little distracted with my work.” Mum apologises, lightly scratching her neck.

“It’s fine mum. I was planning on making breakfast too but got distracted reading.” I dismiss, already putting an apron on. “I’ll finish up with the pancakes. School is in another hour or so anyway.”

“You’ve been walking to school a lot more these days so how about I drive you today? To make up for the pancakes.”

I hum in agreement as I flip another pancake. This has happened almost every week whenever she was the one to cook breakfast. It wasn’t that she was bad at cooking; it was just that she was a little bit of a mess sometimes. Balancing work and coming home to take care of a 14-year-old kid was not an easy task and I understand that.

“Sorry about this. I’m such a terrible-”

“Please don’t say that mum. I know you’re just doing your best to take care of me.” I shake my head.

“Sigh. Thanks, sweetie. How about we cook some spaghetti for dinner tonight? Or maybe order some pizza? Since its Friday, we can even watch a movie if you’d like.”

“Sure.” I place the pancake filled plate on the table and sit down across from her. We ate as we talked about mundane things before I got up to gather my stuff. I take a quick look at myself in the mirror and comb my dark brown hair into a side part. My eyes land on the green gemstone pendant that came out of my shirt, probably from running down the stairs earlier. I look at it as I held it in my palm, a sudden sense of longing forming in my heart.

“You ready yet, Al?” Mum calls out from down the stairs, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec!” I shout back. I take one last look at the pendant before hiding it behind my shirt that was underneath my school uniform. I grab the book I was reading before rushing down the stairs.

We rode in silence most of the way to school and stopped when the stop light turned red. I had unconsciously started to fiddle with my pendant part way during the ride and couldn’t stop my head from forming a question. “Hey, mum?”

“Hmm…?” She hums in response, mostly paying attention to the road ahead. “Where did you get this pendant? I know I’ve asked this a few times already but I really don’t understand why I have to wear it at all times.” I ask as I glance at her.

“There’s no reason for you to ask where I got it from. Just know it’s for your protection.” She answers in a harsh tone, surprising me a little. She sighs. She glances at me briefly with a face I don’t see often. “We’ll talk about it at the right time, okay?” She turns back towards the road just as the light changes to green.

I nod my head, opting to stay quiet. I certainly didn’t want to trouble her with it but I just don’t understand how some green gemstone is supposed to protect me. What is it protecting me from? Sighing inwardly, I place the pendant back behind my shirt, the fabric making me feel stuffy. I decide to grab the book I had been reading earlier this morning to past the time as the car once again fills with silence.

I shield myself from another punch with my arm; the force would no doubt cause a bruise. I grit my teeth to hold back another groan as a kick lands on my side. My glasses already chucked to the side. Shit. Just thinking of all the possible lies I’ll need to tell mum when I get home is giving me headaches. I’m glad they’re avoiding any obvious places that would be hard to cover up or this will just be an even bigger pain.

“You ready to tell the truth now, Al?” Jackson’s voice hisses as his hand grabs a fistful of my hair.

“I have told you enough times… I did not—” I cough, my breathing ragged. “I did not do it!” I glare at the raven-haired boy that I used to call my friend.

“Tch. Still ain’t gonna admit it, huh? That’s fine.” Jackson mocks, his eyes showing an almost animalistic bloodlust, shocking me for a second. “I just hope you’re ready to face the consequences.” He reaches for his back pocket and pulls out a pocket knife.

“Woah, Jack! I thought you said we were just going to scare him a little.” The blonde guy that was holding onto me let go of my arms. “He’s already beaten up! Just forget about it! It was probably just a coincidence—”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Elric. That don’t matter. I’ve been wanting to beat the shit out of him for a long time now anyway.”

“What did I ever do to you?” I exclaim, annoyed, frustrated even, by him. “Does it even matter? I just don’t like that face of yours.” A sinister grin appears on his lips.

“I ain’t stayin’ for this shit!” Another boy yelled before he walks off. A few of the other boys that were there left too, leaving Jackson, Elric, and I alone in the empty hallway of the school.

“Heh, pussies,” Jackson mutters. “Now, I wonder where I should cut you first?”

Damn it! Well, this certainly won’t end well for me. How did it get to this anyway? I would’ve escaped already if I didn’t feel so sick all of a sudden. Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up reading.

I could feel a cold sensation press against my cheek which brought me back from my meaningless complaints. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, though. But it definitely reminded me that one wrong move could be fatal.

I look up and saw Jackson’s face. He didn’t look like himself, or at least not like the Jackson I knew. I could feel him applying more pressure on the knife against my cheek. I instinctively shut my eyes, just hoping someone saw them and called a teacher. I was already giving up when I hear the sound of footsteps getting closer.

“Tch.” I hear Elric click his tongue before the pressure on my cheek disappears.

“Stop, someone’s called a teacher. We need to go.” Jackson lets go of my hair and I hear the sound of something metal fall onto the floor before another pair of footsteps pass me. The footsteps from earlier got closer as I slump onto the ground. I glance at where the footsteps came from but my eyes started losing focus as the world around me spirals.

“Stop, that’s enough. It’ll be harder for me to heal him if you hurt him too much.” A blonde boy exclaims as he places a hand on the shoulder of the woman standing beside the unconscious raven-haired boy on the infirmary bed.

“Oh, please. It’s not like I’ll kill the kid. Father’s orders were to make sure to drain him as much as possible so it’ll be easier to—” The voice cut off as if someone had stopped them from talking.

“Shut it, Veera. He’s waking up. You better block his memories now before he remembers any of this. And make sure to knock him out.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”The purple-haired woman—Veera—places her hand above the boy’s head, her eyes glowing with a violet hue as she chants something under her breath. A dark mist covers the boy’s head as he stirs. The boy’s body slowly absorbs the dark mist and his movements stop.

“Don’t forget to deal with four-eyes over there. I think your spells are finally starting to work on him.” The blonde boy gestures towards another boy leaning on one of the chairs, barely conscious. “I’ve had enough of playing pretend with these kananai and I really don’t want to waste any more of my time and kana here. You know how long it takes to restore it all.”

“Tch. You’re not the only one suffering here. At least you don’t have to pretend to be some old nurse. Luckily those bastards that ran off already had their memories wiped.” Veera crosses her arms, annoyed. “Let’s just get this over with. I can’t wait to get started with that kid.”

“You better remember what father said. Even if only in name they’re still—”

“I get it, Veros! Geez, it’s not like I’m gonna kill the kid. It’s just a pain in the neck to break that protection charm.” She rolls her eyes. She flicks her wrist and a shadow-like arm emerges from her shadow which lifts the raven-haired boy and moves him onto another chair before placing the other boy on the bed. “I wonder how much longer this charm of yours is going to last? It really is a mystery how he’s still alive after so many years living here.”

“Just get to it. We don’t have much time left before he wakes up.”Veera rolls her eyes. She starts searching for something on the boy; the green gemstone pendant around his neck, and stores it in her pocket before doing what she did with the former boy. It took a little longer for the dark mist to be absorbed into his body and once it did, Veros lifts the other boy up by wrapping his arm around the boy’s torso and the boy’s arm on his shoulder. He walks out the door with Veera in tow.

I hold the side of my head as a confused and pained grumble escapes my lips. My eyes flick open and slowly adjust to the light in the room. I dart my eyes around the room, trying to figure out where I am. Is this…the infirmary?

“Oh, you’re awake.” I look towards where the voice had come from and see the school’s nurse, Ms Vivian with her arms crossed, walking towards her desk, her dark purple hair tied up in a bun. I hadn’t seen her earlier so she must have just come in. I slowly got up to sit, my body feeling lighter than usual. That’s…weird? Shouldn’t I be aching all over right now? I look at my arms in confusion; there weren’t any bruises on them.

“I was surprised when they brought you in. You’ve never fainted during school before.” Ms Vivian says as she starts pouring water into a glass that was on the table and hands it to me.

“Fainted?” I ask before taking a sip of the water. “Yes, the teacher that sent you here said you fainted in the hallway. I believe it was from lack of sleep.”

“That’s… Wasn’t I…?” I stop myself. What happened? I reach up to adjust my glasses only to realize I wasn’t wearing them.

“Oh, right!” The nurse grabs something from her desk and gives it to me. “We can’t forget about your glasses now can we?” She chuckles. I take my glasses from her, sighing in relief after making sure that it was okay. “Um… what time is it?”

“It’s 11:09. You’ve been asleep for about 20 minutes.” She replies after glancing at her wristwatch. “You can go home now if you want since there’s only less than half an hour before school ends. I’ll tell the teacher.” I nod my head. I’ll get more time to read if I go now. Since it’s a Friday, mum won’t be home till late too. With such thoughts, I decide to go home early.

“Alright then, your things are right over there.” She points towards the door where my bag was leaning against a chair. “I’ll make sure the teachers know.”

“By the way,” I say after taking a deep breath once more. “Has my mother been informed of this?” I ask as I adjust my glasses and slowly get out of the bed.

“Mhnm? Oh, your mother? No, since it was just something caused by lack of sleep.” Ms Vivian answers while writing something on a piece of paper. I pay no mind to it and get up to take my bag. As I was about to leave, my hand went to fiddle with my pendant. It wasn’t on me. Just as I was about to ask if she had seen it, Ms Vivian dangles my pendant in front of me.

“You dropped this when you fainted. I nearly forgot to give it back.” She explains with a smile on her face, her dark purple eyes staring at me.

“O-oh! Thank you, Ms. Vivian.” I take the pendant, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason. She smiles as she pats my back and opens the door to lead me out. I walk out of the infirmary as I sling my bag onto my shoulder. What on earth happened? I wonder as I trudge the silent halls of the school. I shrug, thinking it would benefit me more to just forget it rather than wrack my brain to try and remember. But I just can’t shake the feeling that something was off, especially with the nurse.

Halfway through my walk, I stop after noticing an unfamiliar shop. It was a café. Not an ordinary one though, I could tell, from its name and the interior design I could see from the outside windows. Well, it’s not as if I have much to do at home anyway. Rather, this might work as a good distraction to get my mind off things. Mum isn’t coming home anytime soon either.

I push open the black wooden door with a sign that said “Welcome to Timeless Café”, the light chime of a bell ringing reaches my ears as I take in the scene around me. The café exudes a calm and cosy atmosphere. The smell of fresh coffee and books instantly makes me relax and the sound of light chatter and soft jazz comforts me. I reach the line in front of the cashier and wait patiently to order.

“Hello, and welcome to Timeless Café. What would you like to order?” The cashier, a man who seems to be around his forties, greets me when it was my turn to order. His smile was calm and gentle which contrasts from his large build and bearded face. I didn’t really have much of an appetite and thinking so I say,

“I’ll have a black coffee and…” I stop to ponder as I adjust my glasses. Should I get something to eat?

“How about a slice of a dark Oreo chocolate cheesecake? I’ would work well with the black coffee and won’t be too sweet.” The cashier grins.

“Hmm… yeah, I’ll have that then. Thank you.” I nod, thinking it would be easier to just go with his suggestion rather than make the line wait any longer.

“Okay, that will be 7.55. Will you be eating in?” I nod as the man punches in something into the cash register. “Please hold on for a moment while I get your order ready.” He says and instructs another employee to get the coffee and cake ready. I hand over the money and take the change. "Please, find a seat and take this with you." The man gives me a button-like thing the size of my palm. "The button glows red when your order is ready and someone will give you your order."

I nod again and take the button with me as I scan the café for the seat I had spotted from outside. When I saw the seat that was at the end of the café next to the outside window and a bookshelf, I hasten my footsteps to take the seat before anyone else could. I put the button on the table and slide off my bag and place it on top of my chair. I decide to grab an extra book from the bookshelf beside me while I wait since I was almost done with the book I was reading. I flip through a few of the books, briefly looking at its contents before deciding on what to read. A certain dark green coloured book catches my attention and without much thought, I take it out of the bookshelf. The book's cover was actually made of material close to leather and has two belt-like straps on it.

“The World of Elkanov?” I murmur to myself. Curious, I look at the back of the book however there was no short synopsis at the back of it. Shrugging, I take the book back to my seat and sit down after placing my bag on the chair beside me. I flip open the book that looks as if it were a journal, the first page even stating the writer's name as the owner of the book. Even more intrigued, I quickly go to the first chapter of the book, the lights above me casting’ a yellow hue.

A few minutes in and I was already engrossed in the book. I almost didn't realise the button glowing red, signalling that my order would arrive in a moment. I make sure to remember where I left off before putting down the book as I wait for my food to arrive. The same man from before was now holding a tray and walking towards me, probably to give me my order.

"Thank you," I say as he places my black coffee and the cake on the table.

"You're welcome." He grins. "Oh, didn't think someone would pick that book to read." I hear him say as he points at the book on the table.

"It caught my eye because of its unique design. I've never seen a book using faux leather as its cover before." I say as I adjust my glasses, a little flustered by the sudden conversation.

"Ah, that's true. It’s the only book of its kind. I've never seen anyone read it though. Must be cause of it lookin' so old. Shame that there aren't any more of the books. Even though my friend took so long to finish it." He shakes his head with a sigh.

"Wait, your friend wrote this?!" I exclaim a little too loud. It's a good thing jazz music is playing in the background otherwise people would be staring at me right now. "I-I mean, you are a friend of the author of this book?" The man chuckles,

"Yeah, he was a real weirdo, that guy. Always going on and on about his adventures." The man's face suddenly fell, as if recalling a sombre memory. "He passed away a long time ago though, 10 years to be exact." He sighs. "Well, I’m just glad someone's reading his book."

A little surprised by the information, I adjust my glasses again before saying, "I'm sorry for prying."

"Nah, you don't have to feel bad. It's not your fault. Besides, it's been so long already." He scratches his neck and averts his eyes. "The name's Edward by the way. Oh, and you can take that old book home too if ya like. It's just gonna gather dust if I leave it here." He says as he takes the button-like thing from the table before turning around to leave.

"W-wait! Would the owner of the cafe be okay with that?" I stop him.

"Course he would! I'm the boss after all!" He gives a hearty laugh as he waves it off and leaves to resume his work.

Stunned at the sudden revelation, I shake my head softly as if to get rid of the shock. Who knew the owner of the cafe would be working right at the cashier. I adjust my glasses, opting to pay no mind to it and deciding to finally start eating.

A pleased hum escapes my lips after taking a bite out of the cake. He wasn't lying when he said the cake would go well with the coffee. I continue to eat and drink occasionally as I read the book, already forgetting about the other novel inside my bag. My coffee and cake were finished by the time half an hour had passed however, I decided to stay and continue reading the book for a little longer.

A few hours pass by and I was almost halfway done with the book. I glance at the clocks on the wall across from my seat and search for the clock with the name of my country under it. It was already 3:34. Realizing how long I have been staying here, I close the book and get up to leave. I grab my bag and with the book in my hand, I leave the café with a more relaxed and satisfied smile.

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Countdown to Final Build: Day 22 ~SPECIAL~ You Will Be the (My) One

I actually have a post about the pair’s theme song here, so... how about doing something else for today?

Alright then!

You Will Be the (My) One

A Kamen Rider Build fic

Or: How Sento and Ryuuga elope, with the help of some friends.

An interquel to “Who are You Fighting For? (For Your Sake, Always)”

Pairing- OTP: Best Match (Sento/Ryuuga) Warnings: Sexual situation, no actual smut.

Six months after Evolt’s defeat

“This is insane. They’re still talking about us,” Ryuuga groans, flipping through the papers. There’s an entire spread in the broadsheet festooned in their photos, mostly taken in secret by paparazzi as they went on dates or ran errands together, along with cutesy captions sent in by ‘shippers’.

His boyfriend looks up from his computer to read it from over his shoulder. “Well we did come out really publicly,” replies Sento, though his nose wrinkles at the stolen photographs. “This does throw a wrench in a works,” he frowns, absently twisting a ring on his finger.

Ryuuga smiles at the reflex gesture. He’s the one who gave Sento the ring, after all- not that anyone else knew. It was a simple thing, just a thin gold band without any embellishment aside from the engraving hidden under- ‘Best Match’. He’d only asked the previous week and neither felt inclined to bring it up with the others. After all, they didn’t even know if they’d be able to marry discretely like they wanted while they were still being hounded by the media.

Yes, that’s right. Ryuuga and Sento are getting married.

The legalities of it all is the easiest part. Civil marriages were already legalized for same-sex couples. The problem is, even just announcing the intention to marry as custom demands would guarantee their marriage becoming a media circus.

“You know, sometimes I wish what Katsuragi said was true,” Sento says.

“What?” Ryuuga asks, frowning. It’s been a while since Sento mentioned the other man residing in his head. Then again neither of them want to think about how the Devil Scientist is privy to everything that happens to them, even the parts that Katsuragi himself didn’t want to know.

“When I carried you off,” Sento says, slightly going pink- no doubt remembering what happened after. “He said we looked like we were eloping.” He pauses for a moment, fiddling with his ring again. “We could still do that.”

That… well, he never expected Sento to be the one to bring it up. “Where in the world would we elope to, though?” He asks. “We can barely get out of the apartment without getting hounded by paparazzi.”

“Well, we’d have to teleport to get away from those reporters,” Sento jokes, turning back to his computer.

There’s a moment of silence until Sento’s face lights up and he exclaims “That’s it!”

“Huh? You want us to teleport? How will we do that?” Ryuuga points out.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Kouta will help us.” Sento reassures, dialling a number on his phone.

“Kouta? Oh, you mean that Gaim guy?” Ryuuga asks. He does remember Sento telling him about meeting that guy, along with Emu’s friend Parad. That was the only Rider he didn’t meet properly out of suit.

“Yeah. Apparently all I have to do is call him and he’ll come.” Sento shrugs. When someone picks up on the other line, Sento speaks into it. “Ah, Kouta-san? This is Sento, uh, Build? Oh, you remember… yeah, I was wondering if you’d do a favor for me. Do you mind coming to see us? Oh, okay-“

Suddenly a flash of blindingly bright light appears in their apartment, making them look away to shield their eyes. When the light fades, there’s a blond guy in their living room, wearing gleaming silver armor and a white cape. He exudes an aura of power that makes Ryuuga’s hair stand on end and alarms go off in his his head.

“Sento,” he says, addressing his partner. “What did you need to talk about?”

“Wait, you’re that Kouta guy?” Ryuuga asks, as Sento remains in a silent shock. “What’s with that gaudy outfit?”

Kouta looks down on himself. “Not this again.” He waves his fingers over himself and the armor and cape disappear and turn into a flannel shirt, an orange vest and jeans while his hair turns black. Suddenly the gaudy man looks and feels about as ordinary as any other person. “Sorry. Certain people like forcing me to wear that when I travel. So what did you want to ask, Sento?”

Sento snaps out of his daze. “How did you get from your dimension to ours? You didn’t use the portal Mogami made, right? Does that mean you teleported?”

He nods. “The same way I managed to change my clothes just now,” Kouta replies, hesitant. “It’s... how do I say this?” He rubs his neck, looking embarrassed. “I’m sort of a space god, I guess.”

“A space god.” Ryuuga repeats. After everything he’d seen Evolt and even Sento do, nothing surprises him anymore. Except apparently a fruit-wielding Kamen Rider who was a fucking god. “And I thought we’ve seen everything.”

“Oh believe me, you haven’t.” Kouta laughs. “But why are you asking how I came?”

“We need to get away for a little while,” Sento says, grabbing the paper and holding it out to show Kouta. “The media’s been stalking us since we got together. We… we just want time to be alone.”

Kouta blinks at the centerfold, which was the very public first kiss they had right after defeating Evolt. “Uh. Oh wow. I guess congratulations are in order.”

“Yeah thanks, but more importantly,” says Ryuuga, “do you happen to know anyone who can marry us?”

“M-marry?” Kouta stammers. “Wait, you’re together?! Like a couple?!”

“Obviously!” Sento drawls. “But anyways, can you get us out? And do you know someone who can marry us?”

“Getting you out’s a piece of cake. But knowing someone…” reeling off, Kouta frowns, thinking. “Maybe Takeru? He runs a temple, and his friend Onari-san is a Buddhist priest,” he says.

“Good enough. I’ll get the bags.” Sento says, dashing into the bedroom.

“What? We’re leaving now?” Kouta flails. “You’re already packed up!”

“We were already planning to leave,” Ryuuga says. “But…” He points out the window, shifting the curtains back a bit.

“Oh.” Kouta says, seeing the reporters all sitting on the sidewalk outside, cameras trained on the windows and front door. A look of understanding passes through his face before he nods. “Yeah, let’s get going.”

They only wait long enough for Sento to carry their duffel bags out and carefully place his laptop in his knapsack. Before Ryuuga can urge him to go, Gaim snaps his fingers and the apartment vanishes in a flash of light.

Next thing he knows, the three of them are standing in a courtyard surrounded on all sides by Japanese-style building, and there’s someone screaming in terror in the background. The three of them stare at the yelling man for a moment before Ryuuga recognizes him.

“Onari! Calm down, will you? Geez,” chides a young man who runs up to him. When Onari (now bald and dressed like a monk) calms down, the guy looks up. “Eh? Kouta, and Ryuuga too?”

“Sorry for showing up so suddenly, Takeru,” Kouta apologizes. “But these guys insisted.”

Takeru tilts his head. “Uh, okay?” He looks at Sento. “So, is this guy Build?”

“Uh, yeah. Kiryuu Sento,” Sento says. “Nice to meet you.”

Takeru returns the brief bow. “Tenkuuji Takeru, Kamen Rider Ghost,” he replies. “So, what can I do for you guys?”

“We need you to marry us,” Ryuuga says shortly, not bothering with the details. “Please!” He punctuates this with a deep bow, which Sento copies a millisecond later.

Takeru and Onari stare for a moment before yelling, “E-eeeeeeh?!” Onari falls over, landing on his bottom in his shock. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you guys,” Takeru adds hastily, “But what the actual fuck?”

Kouta sidles up to Takeru and whispers urgently into his ear, cupping a hand over his mouth. Takeru’s brows furrow together, nodding every now and then. Ryuuga can’t pick out what he’s saying, and neither can Sento if the quizzical expression he has is anything to go by.

Kouta moves away from Takeru, who is now grinning lopsidedly. Ghost claps his hands together. “All right then! I understand the situation. We’ll take care of it.” He looks to Onari. “Can you get the main hall ready? And while you’re at it, call the others too. We’re going to need their help for this.”

“Y-yes! R-Right away!” The priest jumps to his feet and hastily runs off, gathering his hems up so he won’t trip over them.

The next few hours are a blur as the temple flies into a frenzy for the preparations. Takeru whisks Sento away with Kouta while Ryuuga finds himself being tugged away by Takeru’s friends, Makoto and Alain, who help dress him into a formal kimono and fuss over his hair until he has to slap their hands away from it.

They lead him to a mirror and his jaw drops when he sees himself. He looks… Somehow more mature, taller and leaner than he actually is, and way more dignified. He looks closer at the kimono, and is surprised to see Build’s gear symbol embroidered where the family crests usually are. His braids were undone and combed out so his hair looks sleek and straight.

The blue-clad senior Rider smirks as he says, “You’ll knock his socks off when he sees you, Ryuuga-san.”

“If he doesn’t kill me with how great he’s gonna look in this kind of get up first,” Ryuuga admits. “He’s always looked good whatever he wore.” Be it baggy tees and ripped jeans or a dress shirts and slacks, whatever Sento wore he still looked gorgeous.

Suddenly Ryuuga’s heart starts to pound as he realizes that, yes, it was happening, they were doing this, there was no turning back. He’s marrying the man who saved him from his despair, gave him a reason to fight other than himself, freed him from Evolt’s influence and so much more.

Sento has done so much for him, and this is all he can do to repay him. To give his life to Sento, to devote himself to ensuring his happiness, to spend the rest of his days loving every part of him.

Alain nudges him gently, having dressed in his own formal attire with Makoto’s help and vice versa. “It’s time. You ready?”

Ryuuga nods, fiddling with his sleeve to make sure the ring was still hidden there. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

Makoto and Alain lead him down a narrow hallway, across a Zen Garden to the main hall. The outside is appropriately decorated for a solemn but festive occasion, but the inside is concealed by the heavy wooden doors. He takes another deep breath before the two senior Riders push the door open and draw the curtains back for him to enter the shrine.

He sees Onari and two other monks at the front near the altar he walks to, along with two young girls in the gallery. When he reaches the front, Onari bows and shakes his hand in congratulations, which Ryuuga returns politely. Makoto and Alain join the two girls in the gallery, having closed the doors shut again.

It’s only a moment later when the doors swing open again, this time by Kouta and Takeru. The curtains part, and Ryuuga loses his breath. He’s right after all: Sento’s handsome in the black wedding kimono trimmed in white, the Dragon FullBottle’s logo embroidered in place of clan symbols. The obi accentuates his lean figure, and his hair is stylishly messy, framing his face perfectly. He gasps.

Sento’s eyes remain on him as he walks down the aisle, taking his place by Ryuuga’s side. “Hey,” he greets Ryuuga. “Wow. You look… You look beautiful.”

“You look amazing,” Ryuuga says in return, holding Sento’s hands in his.

Ryuuga loses track of time, barely hearing the prayers and chants Onari pronounces, because he’s too busy staring at the man who’ll soon be his husband. He smiles at Sento’s blushing face, averted from him, in pleased embarrassment. He almost misses Onari asking for them to exchange rings, if not for Sento saying, “Wait, can I say something?”

Onari frowns for a moment, before saying, “Of course, Sento-san. Please.”

Sento turns back to Ryuuga. “I wrote, you know, my vows or something. But I left it at home, so screw it. Here I go.” Ryuuga’s eyes widen as Sento continues. “When I made Cross Z for you, and gave your Driver, it was because I knew you needed it. I knew that you could be something more than a musclehead idiot, and all you needed was the right push. I knew you could be the hero Touto needed. But what I didn’t know… was that you’d be the hero I needed too.”

Ryuuga feels his jaw drop as Sento doesn’t stop talking. “It was you who reminded me who I was when I was in despair over being Katsuragi. Believed in me when I broke down over what I did with the Hazard Trigger. Sacrificed yourself to Evolt to save my life. I-“ Sento chokes. “I could be the one who saved the world, because you were with me… and that is why I was ready to sacrifice myself to Evolt to save you. I was ready to die, to save you… just you.”

“Sento…” By now, Ryuuga couldn’t stop the tears dripping down his face, and he could hear sniffles from the gallery too. When he looks toward them it’s not just the girls crying, either, though Takeru and Alain were trying (and failing) to conceal their weeping.

But Sento isn’t finished and continues to talk. “But now I realize that was a mistake,” he says. “I shouldn’t have given my life up to Evolt so easily… because then, I couldn’t give it to you. If my plan worked, that would’ve been the last thing I did for you… and it wouldn’t have been enough.”

He takes out the ring from his sleeve. “This ring… with this, I give my life to you, Ryuuga, for all of eternity. And I hope that this, my life, my love, will be enough to repay for everything you’ve done for me.” Sento takes Ryuuga’s left hand and slides the simple band onto his ring finger, then kisses the knuckle gently.

Ryuuga can hear the girls in the gallery swooning, and he barely manages to maintain his composure himself. He’s certain that he’s red with embarrassment from all the things Sento was saying about him. When Onari (dabbing at his eyes with his sleeves) asks him if he has his own vows to say, he replies with “How the hell am I supposed to top that?!”

“Just follow your heart Ryuuga!” Takeru cheers, with a cheesy smile on his face. The short haired girl slaps him on the wrist and pulls him down to his seat. Makoto and Alain flash a thumbs up, and Kouta nods encouragingly.

Confidence boosted by his seniors’ belief, and further by Sento’s radiant smile, he clears his throat to begin. “I remember the first time we became Cross-ZBuild. It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt. But it was the best feeling ever, too.” Sento tilts his head in confusion so he explains further. “Fighting with you like that… giving you strength, helping you land the blows on Evolt, our hearts beating as one- there was nothing like it. I finally felt like that we were fighting together, and not just alongside each other.”

Ryuuga grips Sento’s left hand in his right as he continues. “Being together like that, literally inseparable, it made me realize how much I needed you in my life. Without you in it, I was nothing. If you’d left, I’d be nothing again. And I don’t ever want to be nothing again.”

Ryuuga bites his bottom lip. “That’s why I gave myself up to Evolt, when you were poisoned. If I didn’t have you in my life, it’s not a life worth living anymore. I just…” He starts crying in earnest, despite his efforts to resist it. “God, Sento… Aishiteru…Aishiteru,” he sobs, inwardly embarrassed at how much emotion he’s showing.

Sento comforts him by rubbing his wrist in gentle circles. “I know Ryuuga, I know.”

Ryuuga nods through his tears, and shakes as he slides the ring into place. “You made me everything I am today… so today, I give you everything that I am,” Ryuuga vows. “I am yours, and only yours, for the rest of our lives and beyond.” Sento smiles tearfully, even as he tries to wipe Ryuuga’s away.

“Kouta-senpai,” Makoto suddenly says, “Why don’t you bless their marriage?”

Kouta flails. “What? Why me?”

“You’re the space god, Kouta! Go for it!” Takeru teases.

Kouta rolls his eyes, stands and walks over to the pair. He clasps their joined hands together and frowns as he thinks of something to say. “Er, I guess… May you two have a wonderful marriage and a happy family, or something…”

He desperately turns to Onari, whose eyes were a virtual waterfall with how much he’s crying. The priest, blubbering through his tears, chants one last prayer to bless the couple before saying, “I-I now pronounce you h-husbands. L-ladies and g-gentlemen, Banjou Ryuuga-san and Banjou Sento-san!”

The gallery bursts into applause, then the other senior Riders jump over the barricade to congratulate their juniors. Holding hands, Sento and Ryuuga laugh as their free hands are shaken, their backs thumped. Makoto and Alain lead the way out the shrine, opening the wooden doors for Sento and Ryuuga to walk out of-

Then they’re greeted by more cheers and well-wishers, tossing rice and rose petals as they go down the steps hand-in-hand.

Ryuuga is confused for a moment, until he sees Hino Eiji’s familiar face, grinning lopsidedly, in the crowd. He scans the crowd again, finding Hojo Emu and Kisaragi Gentaro in their midst and realizes that their other seniors and their friends have come to celebrate too.

“You know what to do,” Takeru whispers in his ear, before he slides away to join the other Riders.

Ryuuga gulps. Oh yeah, that part. The binding kiss. But then it occurs to him that he and Sento have a magazine with their first kiss on the centerfold, and decides that this couldn’t be much worse than that. In fact, he thinks mischievously, maybe he can have a bit of fun with this.

“Sento,” he calls his husband seriously, putting one of his arms around Sento’s waist.

“Ryuuga, what-“ Sento barely manages to finish his sentence before Ryuuga dips him low, and kisses him slow and deep. Sento’s eyes widen for a moment, grabbing onto Ryuuga’s shoulder for balance, before his eyes flutter against Ryuuga’s cheek and returns the kiss with equal force.

When they part, they smile at each other even as Riders hoot and jeer at them. He looks down at his hubby fondly. “So you like being kissed like that?”

“Oh do I,” Sento dazedly replies. “Do that again later.” Then he smiles, sultry and provocative, as his voice drops to a bare whisper, practically purring. “Much, much later.”

“Sure,” Ryuuga says, already excited with anticipation. His mouth is already watering at the thought of undressing Sento and worshipping his partner’s body as he has done many times before. “As many times as you want.”

“But first,” Sento replies, voice rising again, “revenge!” And before Ryuuga knows it, Sento sweeps him off his feet, carrying him bridal style the rest of the way down the stairs to roaring approval, and his secret pleasure. Sento showing off his strength, he’s found, is a huge turn-on for him.

It is then that Emu steps forward, clasping Sento’s shoulder with a grin. “Time for the reception! Our treat!” he says excitedly.

“What? You-“ Sento and Ryuuga sputter.

“It’s okay,” Kiriya says genially, putting away his ever-present sunglasses in the pocket of his suit. “It’s a tradition amongst Riders to throw a party for their juniors when they’ve won their battles. Seeing as we’re unable to do that for you, this is the next best option.” He chuckles. “At least we got a Rider reunion out of it, right?”

And what a reunion it is. Food and drinks flow as the Riders and their allies make merry on the Ministry of Health’s dime, much to Ryuuga and Sento’s chagrin. Emu, acting as the host, helps them makes the rounds and properly introduces them to each Rider team. Ryuuga grows dizzy with all the names and Rider designations being thrown at him, while Sento takes it in stride and makes polite conversation about power sets and the like.

They’re introduced to Tomari Shinnosuke and Terui Ryu, the only other Riders at the party who are married. The two police officers congratulate them with their wives and children in tow. Sento’s immediately liked by both Shinnosuke’s son (a baby that somehow recognizes them as “Kamen Raidaaaa!”) and Ryu’s daughter, and it makes Ryuuga’s heart ache with longing.

Shinnosuke notices the look on his face and says, “You know adoption is probably an option for you two, right?”

Ryuuga blushes. “I- We’ve never even talked about it,” he says, even as his imagination runs wild with images of young children who call Sento papa and him tou-chan. He’s surprised by how much he wants that image to be reality.

Ryu chuckles. “You know, I didn’t think it could be possible to be any happier than when I married my wife. Then we had Haruna and…” he reels off, watching the little girl gasp as Sento showed off his Rabbit and Panda FullBottles, both cooing over their cuteness.

Sento must’ve felt his staring because he suddenly looks at Ryuuga. “Something wrong?”

“Nah,” Ryuuga reassures, putting away those thoughts for the moment. “Just thinking.”

Sento is eventually persuaded to say goodbye to Eiji and Haruna when a wedding cake appears on a rolling cart, along with two crystal flutes and a bottle of champagne resting in ice. The cake, which was from a bakery Hiiro apparently purchases his favorite pastries from, is a simple three tiered cake, covered in white fondant and icing. Instead of the customary bride-and-groom statuettes, the topper’s a strangely accurate rendition of them as Build and Cross-Z in the middle of an argument, yelling in each other’s faces.

He and Sento cut the cake (which turned out to be chocolate) together, then try to feed their slice to each other. Sento ends up with icing smeared across his lips, and Ryuuga with cake on his chin. After cake is a sip of champagne, before they’re allowed to sit and eat dinner.

Dinner is unsurprisingly simple, given how last-minute everything was planned. It’s Western cuisine, consisting of a pasta dish with herbs, roasted root vegetables, steak, baked salmon topped with cheese, a creamy mushroom soup and another slice of wedding cake for dessert. But because of the food shortages they had during the civil war, even the simple fare’s a rarity for the two and they all but devour their dishes.

The party goes on well into the night, but eventually everyone goes home, congratulating the newlyweds and leaving a pile of presents for them to open later. Takeru sends for a car to take them to a hotel- the joint gift of all the “main Riders”, so says Takeru.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Sento admonishes the younger Rider, watching Ghost’s team load their presents and other belongings into a van, which drives off ahead of the sedan they’re using.

“We wanted to,” Takeru reassures. “Both of you are our friends, and we’re more than happy to help make your day memorable.” He shoves them toward the car. “Now go! And I do not want to know what you’re going to do!” he says, laughing.

Tenkuuji Temple sees them off as the driver starts up the engine and drives off into the city. Ryuuga and Sento take the opportunity to peek out the windows, marvelling at how different the city was to the one from their old world. The bright lights almost hurt his eyes, and he’s amazed by how many people were still out and about at the hour.

After a twenty-minute drive, the car pulls up at a fancy, ritzy hotel with a lavish lobby covered in red plush carpet and lit with crystal chandeliers and furnished with Western pieces, making him feel incredibly out of place in his kimono. However, when he gives his name to the concierge, she brightens and informs them that their room was ready, their belongings having been brought there, and hands them the card keys without fuss. She informs them that they had the penthouse suite for the next three days, and gladly points out the hotel’s various amenities before directing them to an elevator that would take them straight to the top floor.

When they arrive at the room and open the door, both he and Sento are shocked by how lavish it is. “Holy crap. How- how much did they even spend on this?!” Ryuuga gasps in outrage.

The room is already bigger than the entire floor of their apartment complex, with several rooms all leading out to the main room, which was a combination living/dining/kitchen area. The presents they got sit, carefully arranged, on the coffee table, and there’s a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses on the kitchen counter- along with a note with various handwriting on it.

Have fun! And don’t forget to be responsible!- Hojo Emu I don’t want to know what you’re doing, but have a great time! :))- Tenkuuji Takeru Congratulations! I wish you both good luck in your new life together! <3 - Tomari Shinnosuke Don’t be too crazy kids! Hahah kidding, do whatever you want to each other, as long as you tell no one else ;) - Kazuraba Kouta I don’t know either of you, but you’re good guys, so I wish you both the best. - Souma Haruto Marriage kitaaaaa! Congrats you two! Love for the win!- Kisaragi Gentaro Congrats. I hope you make each other happy… and take it easy, ok? Don’t destroy each other’s pantsu~ - Hino Eiji Many happy returns on your marriage. May it be long and happy. -Philip Congratulations on getting married, kids. And remember- safe, sane and consensual! -Hidari Shoutaro

“What the fuck was that about?!” Ryuuga drops the note in shock, sputtering. “W-what were those idiots thinking?!” he yelped. “Even Eiji-san too!”

He’s so preoccupied by the thought of his seniors thinking of him doing those things that he doesn’t notice Sento backing him into the counter until his back hits the marble. When he looks up, Sento is looking dangerously, licking his lips in anticipation, eyes dark with desire. Ryuuga makes a choked noise in his throat as Sento leans, propping himself up on the counter and boxing Ryuuga in. “Why,” Sento whispers, in a voice that goes straight to Ryuuga’s groin, “are you opposed to such activities on our wedding night?”

“I- O-of course not,” Ryuuga stammers, heart hammering. He tries not to think about how badly Sento’s dominant side gets to him, but he’s failing miserably if Sento’s smug expression is anything to go by. His body’s already betrayed him, too. “It’s just…” He curses his sudden shyness as Sento’s hands start unfastening the sash around his waist.

Sento’s eyes soften. “Hey, c’mon Ryuuga. You up to this? Because I’ll stop if-”

“No,” Ryuuga groans, shuddering in pleasure as Sento’s hands part his kimono and under-kimono and caress bare skin. “Fuck, don’t stop.” Sento’s hands, lips and teeth wander, down and up his chest, shoulders and neck. He grabs Sento’s neck and the counter as he goes weak in the knees. “Kiss me, damn it.”

Sento’s smug smirk is back, entirely too pleased with how fast Ryuuga is coming apart (Ryuuga swears to himself that Sento will pay for it dearly) and complies, all while slowly slipping Ryuuga’s kimono off his body. The obi, haori, hakama and outer kimono land on the floor in a heap and all that’s left is the white under-kimono and his boxers, which are both hanging dangerously low on his body. “Damn it Sento, I thought you-“

“We have plenty of time,” Sento hums into his throat, leaving a mark that would surely be visible tomorrow. “You can debauch me later. For now… how about I take the lead?”

Ryuuga nods, unable to articulate anything else in his haze. Sento grins, hoisting him up and walking them into the bedroom with possibly the biggest bed Ryuuga’s ever seen in his life. He’s gently laid onto it by his husband, but not before his undergarments land on the floor, leaving him naked.

Sento, the tease, makes a great show of slowly taking off his clothes, making Ryuuga watch as more and more skin was exposed. He can’t take his eyes off him, Ryuuga finds, despite other parts of his anatomy begging for attention- though he’s pleased to see Sento is as turned on as he is. “Gods, Sento, what are you waiting for?”

Instead of replying, Sento pounces. And Ryuuga is putty in his hands, unable to do anything except writhe and moan and scream for more as Sento draws their lovemaking out. When Sento leans down to whisper obscene, erotic words and promises of love into his ear, Ryuuga can only reply with choked moans and nods.

Ryuuga clings to Sento, trying to draw him in deeper, so they can drown together in their own pleasure. And moments later, Sento whispers the command in his ear and Ryuuga lets go with a low moan that seems to reverberate into the rooms beyond.

Sento follows soon after, his arms giving out and he crashes into Ryuuga’s chest. “Ryuuga,” he sighs in euphoria. “That was amazing. You were amazing. Fuck.”

He could only nod, speechless. It’s easily the best sex he’s ever had. Well, the best he’s had so far.

After all, being married to him doesn’t mean Ryuuga’s be so willing to easily lose to Sento, right?

Ryuuga peers at him, then grabs his chance. In a flash he has Sento pinned down on his back, and he leans down to kiss down the column of his neck. Sento‘s eyes fly open, then squeeze shut as Ryuuga’s hands venture downward, too, and he smirks as Sento whimpers and squirms under him.

“Oh, sure, I can do that. I have a promise to keep, after all.”

#kamen rider build #kiryuu sento #banjou ryuuga #countdown to final build #otp: best match #kamen rider build fanfic

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lawchan89 · 6 years

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Not Supposed To Be Here

Finally I got around to writing a post-finale Starco piece. Hope you enjoy!

Rescue me

Show me who I am

‘Cause I can’t believe

This is how the story ends…

Her eyes flew open for what felt like the millionth time that night, and the trillionth time that month. Each time the pit of dread settled in her stomach sooner than before, the reason she hadn’t slept well and might never again. She just wanted to cry it out whenever the time arose. But more often than not, she just couldn’t. Her heart ached terribly, her insides were numb, and yet the sorrow just wouldn’t unleash when she wanted it to.

Star flung the covers aside and stumbled out of bed towards the door. She couldn’t stay there. Everything in that bedroom reminded her of her mother, and not just the framed photos on the desk or the digital ones in her phone. The dresses hanging in her wardrobe were handpicked by her, the cool breeze from the window wrapped around Star like her mother’s embrace, even the very air she breathed was the unmistakable aroma of Moon’s perfume.

The rumor was that the High Commission planned to declare her officially deceased, but Star and her father refused to believe it. Especially Star, who swung herself down staircase after staircase, twisting around several corridors, unsure of where exactly her frenzied feet were taking her and not really caring.

She was there. She was right there. If I hadn’t been so stupid, I could’ve gotten her out of the Magic Realm.

It played over and over in her head like a broken record, the needle skipping every time her feet slapped against the floor. Why didn’t I plan it well enough? Why didn’t I know I would outsmart myself? Why was I so stupid?!

With an agonized grunt, Star rammed her elbow against a heavy oak door and forced herself inside. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but her insides turned to ice the second the massive tapestries rose before her. The “Grandma Room”. Her very earliest memories were of this room, nestled against her mother’s breast as the queen glided along the wall, pointing to the pictures of the towering women and whispering words the baby princess could not understand. Now that same princess understood far too much, and at the same time felt like she still knew nothing at all.

She found the one she was looking for, hidden in shadow and covered in dust and cobwebs. Eclipsa, Queen of Darkness read her slab, and Star marched over to it. Had she completely lost all sense of reason, she would have torn the old drapery clean off the wall, respect and tradition be damned. She hadn’t lost it. But she was getting close.

“So you just took off?” Her voice was weak, trembling and strained, and yet it echoed so uncomfortably in the empty domed room. “You got what you wanted, so you just...left? You couldn’t stick around to help me? If it wasn’t for me and my mom, you’d be dead.”

Knowing full well she was not getting an answer, Star ranted on to the steely face with crimson spade emblems in the tapestry. “I get it, your family means a lot to you. You got your second chance. But...what about me?” It wasn’t a question Star asked often, and it sounded so foreign on her tongue. So forbidden, as if she was not allowed to think such things. “I did a lot for you, Eclipsa. I—I’ve done a lot for a lotta people. But this time, I need something.”

She swallowed hard, sinking to her knees in fatigue from running through the castle half asleep. The cold grey eyes staring down at her still held no response. “My mom is gone. She might be gone gone. I know I keep telling everyone she isn’t, but what the heck do I know? I’m just acting queen, no big deal, right?” Her bottom lip quivered, and she chomped down on it with her teeth stubbornly. “My magic’s gone. Not totally, but it’s really weak. I don’t even have enough power to go back to the Magic Realm to look for her. All my dreams are just me losing Mom over and over again, and I can’t take it anymore!”

Her fists slammed against the marble floor, pressing her forehead to the harsh cold surface as she crumpled further to the ground. When next she spoke, it was in a voice choked with tears. “I gave you my Wand ‘cause it should be yours. But right now...I’m the one who needs it most. I need my mom, Eclipsa. My family means everything to me, too.”

Curling her legs up to her chest, Star rolled onto her side and buried her face in her knees. Gentle hopeless sobs shuddered through her, echoing softly in the stillness as she resigned herself to the fact that maybe Queen Moon really was never coming back. And maybe she was now the rightful Queen of Mewni. Just the thought of it was enough to make her break down further, copious tears flowing into her light gold hair as she hugged herself tightly.

It wasn’t right, the fact that they were all looking to her to make these big decisions. She was just a kid. Star couldn’t decide the fate of Mewni. Heck, Star couldn’t even decide which boy she liked.

A slight shuffling of feet was the first thing that caught her attention the moment there was a break in her weeping. Sitting up suddenly, she shoved her hair out of her eyes, blinking in the moonlight glowing gently from the overhead skylight. She expected it might be her father, coming to spend some time with his wife’s tapestry, as that was currently all he had left of her. She didn’t expect the person it actually was. Although in retrospect, she should have. Somehow he always managed to turn up at times like this.

“What are you doing here?” Star asked him, struggling through her hitched breaths.

Marco blinked over at her, having settled himself on the floor next to her with his back against the wall. “I...kinda live here now, remember?”

“You know what I mean, Marco. Why are you in here?”

“‘Cause I heard you talking to yourself,” he admitted, his fingers fiddling idly with the zipper on his hoodie.

“I was talking to Eclipsa,” Star insisted.

“Eclipsa’s not here, Star.”

“Well, she’s somewhere,” the princess went on indignantly, swiping roughly at her cheeks as if she were embarrassed about shedding tears in front of Marco. Which was dumb; he had seen her like this before.

“Star,” Marco sighed patiently, “she isn’t here. No one knows where she is. But there’s people you can turn to who are here.”

“Go back to bed,” she ordered her intruder in a sullen tone.

“I’m not leaving you.”

Sweet Mewni. Why did hearing that tender nasally voice make her believe, even for an instant, that everything was going to be alright? Whatever strange magic it weaved, it seemed to instantly dissolve her rigid front. She hated it, but also couldn’t deny that it felt better to just open herself up.

“I want my mom,” Star muttered through quivering lips, feeling like she was five years old again. “But I botched it up, and now she’s gone forever.”

“Don’t say that, we’ll find her,” he soothed, pushing himself off the wall to move closer to her. Star’s blue eyes shone like orbs, her eyelashes dewed with crystal tears, and her face red and swollen. Marco’s heart ached — he would move every one of the countless dimensions in the cosmos if it meant she would never suffer like this again.

“You can’t make this one better, Marco.” She pushed the heels of her hands against her eyes as she felt another fresh bout of tears come on. “I know you’re trying to help, but we lost this one.” She paused, sniffling loudly. “We lose a lot, don’t we?”

“We don’t always come out on top, that’s for sure,” Marco replied, taking one of her hands in his and hanging on firmly.

“You know...even though Mom was gone, I felt like I could still keep fighting as long as I had you.” Star ran her free hand through her hair and gripped at her scalp, her face crumbling as the tears poured once more. “But I lost you, too.”

“I’m here — I’m right here.” Wrapping his arms around her shuddering frame, Marco held her as closely and tightly as he could, sharing in her pain and grief the only way he knew how.

“Don’t do that again, Marco, just — just don’t leave me, okay?” Curling deeper into his embrace, Star latched onto him and dug her nails into the back of his shirt. Wailing punctured sobs ripped through her, each lifting another weight off her chest and unfurling another knot in her stomach.

“I won’t,” Marco whispered, beginning to rock her in place as he smoothed her hair down. “Just let it out,” he coaxed, hiding his own tears in her hair. “Let it all out, I’ve got you.” All he could do was hold her. She needed this catharsis desperately. She just needed to talk and scream and cry, and he just needed to listen.

“This is why.”

“What?” Star whimpered, raising her head to meet his glimmering brown eyes.

“You asked me why I was here,” Marco clarified. “I’m here to be that person you can always turn to. When things like this happen, I want you to know you never have to face it alone.” Hesitantly, he lifted his hand and brushed a lock of hair away from her damp eyes. “It’s okay. I’ll be the strong one this time if you don’t want to.”

For one brief insane moment, Star wanted to kiss him. But no — that was sleep-deprived, overly emotional Star thinking that, and she squashed her down quickly. Instead she merely fell back against his chest and grabbed onto him like he would float away if she let him go. He quite literally almost had.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to bed,” Marco said, helping her to her feet, which proved difficult when she hung onto his waist so fiercely. “We’ll talk about what we’re gonna do to find your mom in the morning.”

“How?” Star asked as he walked her back out into the corridor, the dense door booming closed behind them. “Marco, I’m totally useless. Most of my magic is gone after the fight with Meteora, and Eclipsa has the Wand now. I couldn’t be Queen of the Dumpster Garbage, let alone Mewni.” She shivered, her head resting on his shoulder as cold tears splattered the front of his hoodie. “I have no idea what’s gonna happen now. And Mom…”

She’s not supposed to be here. And neither are you.

What in the name of corn did that mean, Moon wasn’t supposed to be there? So where was she supposed to be? Not with her kingdom, nor with her husband and daughter apparently. Maybe not even in the world of the living altogether.

“You’re not useless,” Marco’s warm tone broke through her thoughts, pulling her a bit closer as they trekked slowly up the winding stairs. “You did what you had to do to save your people. You had to make a difficult decision, putting the needs of your kingdom before yourself. Isn’t that what a queen does?”

He looked down at her for any sort of response. But she just cried silently, hugging him like a living breathing stuffed animal while her eyes dripped large tears, puncturing the stillness when they hit the marble at their trudging feet. Marco bit his lip, realizing tonight wasn’t the night for a pep talk, but just a night to let her know he was there, and was always going to be no matter what.

Star was weak, and that scared her more than anything else. She had never felt weak in her life, as long as magic flowed through her veins and a wand was in her hand. Now that she had neither, she felt naked and completely vulnerable to whatever was coming next. She needed her friends, her family, and especially her mother.

But most of all, she needed Marco.

And yet…

“Marco,” Star sighed out, once they reached the stair landing that led to her bed chambers. “I want you to go see your parents.”

Marco blinked. This conversation had taken a surprising turn. “Uh, wh-what?”

“I know your mom’s due any day now. You’re getting a new baby brother.” She pulled away from him, still hanging onto his hands. “Please don’t let me and my problems get in the way of that. You should be happy.”

“Star, your problems are my problems. I care about you just as much as I care about my family.” Maybe even more, his thoughts concluded, but he sure wasn’t going to say that out loud.

“I know, Marco,” she whispered, cupping her hands around his cheeks. “But that’s where you’re needed right now. If—if I can’t have my mom, you should at least be spending time with yours. Go let her know how much you love her.” That was her head talking, even though everything in her heart was screaming to keep him beside her.

Marco chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, then nodded. “If that’s what you want me to do. I’ll be back in a couple days—”

“A week,” Star insisted, cutting him off sharply. “No less than that. That’ll give me enough time to come up with a game plan for when you get back.” Her lips quivered as they spread into a small smile. “And send me pics from the hospital. I need something to make me smile.”

“Deal,” Marco smiled back, squeezing her hands as they both turned their heads to look at her closed bedroom door. “I just want you to remember something: This title you have, that Wand you carried, and that magic you have inside...you are so much more than all of that. I know ‘cause I’ve seen it every day. And what you are is someone who never ever gives up. Not on herself, or the people she loves.” A lump rose in his throat, burning as the next words shook in the air, “Please don’t lose sight of who she is. I care about her too much.”

Star’s eyes brimmed once more, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. “I’ll try...I’ll try really really hard, Marco.”

Marco chuckled softly, just for a moment. A ripple of laughter that immediately ceased when a shock of electricity sparked his cheek, his mind blanking senselessly when the sensation of two soft lips pressing there pulled away just as quickly. His heartbeat quickened, and his face flushed — she didn’t just do that. He had to have imagined it, he had to.

“Your usual chair’s open,” Star said, jerking her head towards her bedroom door.

“A-are you sure?” Marco asked, sounding like he had gotten the wind knocked out of him. “You’re not sleep portalling again, are you?”

“No, but I’m kinda worried about nightmares. So no matter what they tell me, at least I can wake up and know you’re okay.”

“If...if that’s what you want,” he repeated, this time his mouth so dry it came out more like a wheeze. He felt like he was floating when Star pulled him by the hand through the door, crashing back to reality when his bottom hit the chair seat.

“You stay there,” Star ordered while she climbed back into bed. “Any closer and the guards will haul you outta here and hang you by your toes.”

“I think the guards’ll be the least of my worries,” Marco muttered — and right on cue, Star glanced over at the phone she had not checked since early the night before. Six unread texts from Tom. Why had it not even crossed her mind to give him a call?

“Marco—”

“Star, I told Tom I kissed you.”

She blinked. “You told him what?”

Marco exhaled, “That I kissed you, and I feel horrible about it.”

“Why would you tell him that?” she croaked out in the loudest voice she had exerted since they were in the tapestry room.

“‘Cause we’re friends and he deserves to know the truth, Star,” Marco countered just as loudly.

“Yeah, he does,” Star nodded, her pained eyes locking onto his.

“Okay cool, so we’re on the same page.”

“No Marco, I don’t think we are.” She flung herself onto her side, cocooning herself in the warm woolen blankets. “I guess we’ll just add it to the list of stuff to talk about when you get back.”

“But Star—”

“Goodnight, Marco,” came Star’s irritable muffled voice from the pillows, trying not to get herself worked up into a teary mess again. Sliding her hand under the pillow, her fingers grazed the pointed corners and sleek edges of the photobooth pictures she had snagged before leaving Ruberiot’s wedding. Marco thought he had done the right thing, when in reality he had just made her job in coming clean to Tom a lot harder.

She clutched the photo of the kiss hidden in the fluffed linens. A kiss she had melted into, a kiss she had reciprocated. And Marco hadn’t even noticed.

We kissed, Marco.

“Goodnight, Star,” Marco replied quietly. Then he let his gaze drift out to the crisp evening, basking in the light of Mewni’s four gleaming moons. “Goodnight, Queen Moon,” he called out, hoping with everything inside of him that his wish would reach her ears.

Star bit her lip hard at that, swallowing back any urge to sob as her heart swelled with love and sorrow. Another gentle breeze wafted into the room, stroking her face like a mother’s kiss, and her nails clawed at the pillow under her head, the photo now crumpling in her hand.

“Goodnight, Mom,” came her tiny voice like a child’s terrified plea. “Wherever you are…”

Fight for me

If it’s not too late

Help me breathe again

No, this can’t be how the story ends…

#lawchan writes #star vs the forces of evil #starco

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regenderate-fic · 2 years

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And Still I Will Live Here: Chapter 4

Fandom: Doctor Who Rating: Teen Ship: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Pete Tyler, Tony Tyler Series: And We’re Not Out of the Tunnel Word Count (Chapter): 2,378 Other Tags: Pete’s World, Pete’s World Torchwood, Angst, Chronic Illness, Disability, Disabled Character Read on AO3 / Read in order

Summary: Rose has been tired for a couple years now. She thinks it’s from working so hard on the dimension cannon without a break, but then she gets a break and she doesn’t quite recover. Finally, she starts going to doctors, but they’re no help. At least John (the metacrisis Doctor) is with her every step of the way.

(Fic is COMPLETE with chapters posting Tuesdays and Fridays!)

NOTES: valentine's day is asleep post angst fic

uh cw for pregnancy in this one (in the sense that jackie has her baby. it's not detailed, just mentions). relatedly, i need to disclose that the baby is named after my dear friend gabe riptheh (who's lucky i can't remember his url to tag him), who was requesting to be put in people's creative works as himself but two inches taller and instead wound up an infant. this fic was not going to have a baby until he said that but honestly i think it adds a lot. if you want further lore please note that we have taken to calling this baby "the gaby." hopefully this does not prevent you from taking the fic seriously.

this is also sort of where some of rose's experiences/symptoms become more severe than my own (although. i suppose that's debatable) and specifically this is where she starts using a wheelchair, which i do not at this point. so. full disclosure if i've messed anything up horrifically, that's why. i'm still very much writing from experience for most of it, though.

ALSO you'll note that i've added a series tag to this. i've repurposed one of my previous wips into a sequel and i am SO EXCITED for it! it's thirteen/rose/yaz and it takes place on earth in march 2020 so i'm sure absolutely no one will read it but like. just believe me it's going to be so good

When Rose wakes up, she’s in bed, still fully dressed. John’s curled around her, holding her tight around the waist, and as she emerges a little further from sleep, she realizes his body is shaking. He’s crying, she realizes, his face buried in her shoulder, and she shifts to give him a moment to realize she’s awake before she rolls over. He doesn’t stop: he clings to her, and she to him, her head buried in his chest, her leg wrapped around his waist. The love and sadness she feels are too vast to process. She closes her eyes and lets them wash over her, tucked in John’s arms as he cries. Eventually, his breaths even out into sleep, but Rose doesn’t let go.

She wakes up again, sun streaming in, and she’s still clinging to John, his pajama shirt balled up in her hand. He’s snoring softly. She doesn’t dare move: not until he wakes up half an hour later, rubbing his eyes and saying nothing of his midnight tears.

The next few days pass in a sort of fugue state. They go to work, and Rose struggles to push through her grief on top of her exhaustion. Her coworkers gush over her engagement ring, and she tries to pass off her tears as happiness. John runs more tests on her, although they don’t really give them any new information. His most interesting finding is that Rose hasn’t technically aged— her body is frozen at twenty years old. All that time Rose spent wondering whether her body falling apart like this was a normal part of aging, and she hasn’t even gotten any older.

While John runs test after test, Rose fiddles with her old dimension cannon, trying to see past the haze in her mind to find a way to make it work again. It’s hard— the last time, it only worked because the walls between universes were growing thin. She doesn’t have that advantage, this time. Which is a good thing, in the grand, universal scheme of things, and a good thing for the part of her that’s desperate to stay with John, but a bad thing for the part of her that wants to stay alive.

And then the weekend comes, and they have to tell Jackie.

She already knows something is wrong— they’ve asked her, at eight months pregnant, to come over to their place for dinner. She shows up grumbling about the traffic and the weather, but Rose can feel the undercurrent of worry. And there’s not much Rose can do to sway that worry, because, well, it’s entirely warranted, under the circumstances. Rose is barely holding herself together as she ushers Jackie out of the entryway and into their little dining nook. They almost don’t have enough space for three people at their little table, but they manage, John’s chair jutting out at the side.

Jackie notices Rose’s ring right away, when Rose passes her the salad dressing.

“You’re engaged!” she exclaims, loud enough that their neighbors will be complaining.

Rose manages a smile, glancing at John. He’s looking at her with that incredible, unwavering, love in his eyes.

“That’s the first thing we wanted to tell you,” she says to Jackie.

“When did this happen?” Jackie shakes her head. “No, don’t tell me, you’ll just make me feel forgotten. Have you planned anything yet? You have to let me recommend a caterer, I know all the best—”

“Just happened a few days ago, promise.” If Rose didn’t interrupt, Jackie would be going on for hours. “No plans yet.”

“Well, how did he propose?” Jackie asks, her face aglow. Rose looks down at her plate. This is the part she doesn’t want to tell.

“We figured out why I’m sick,” she says, trying to meet her mother’s eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re not dying, are you?” Jackie glances at John, then back to Rose. “What’s going on? Tell me.”

Rose sighs. “D’you remember how we pulled the TARDIS open that one time?”

“Of course I do,” Jackie says. “How could I forget?”

“Suppose you couldn’t.” Rose forges ahead, forcing herself to say the next bit. “When I looked into the TARDIS, it sort of… changed me. We think it was to protect me. But it made me feed on… time energy, sort of. And now I’m in this universe, it’s different energy. It’s all wrong. That’s why I’ve been sick.”

She watches as what she’s said registers with Jackie, her face going from mildly curious to horrified.

“What are you saying?”

Rose swallows. “If I want to get better,” she says, “I have to leave.” For once, the queasiness in her stomach has nothing to do with her sickness.

Jackie looks from Rose to John. “Both of you?”

John shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says, his voice quiet. “Just her.”

“After all you two have been through,” Jackie says. Her voice is quieter than Rose has ever heard it. “After all we’ve been through.”

“I’d rather stay here,” Rose says. “If I had the option. But this universe is killing me, Mum. It has been ever since we got here.”

Jackie takes it surprisingly well, although given that Rose and John meet the news with near-constant tears, their bar for “surprisingly well” is pretty much on the floor. But Jackie doesn’t break down. She doesn’t start crying at the table. She just says, “Oh, sweetheart. You were never going to stay with me, were you?”

Rose is trying so, so hard not to cry. “I really want to,” she says. “But if I stay, it’ll kill me. We lose each other no matter what.”

“How much time do you have?” Jackie asks.

“We don’t know,” John says.

“We have to get the dimension cannon back online,” Rose adds. “It’s going to take a while, if it’s even possible.”

“We’ll find a way,” John says, a quiet determination in his voice. Under the table, Rose covers his hand with hers.

After dinner, they wind up in the living room, watching telly, Jackie in an armchair, Rose with her head on John’s shoulder on the sofa: Jackie has joined John and Rose in their new hobby of resolutely distracting themselves from what comes next. They limit their conversation to the bad movies they’re watching and the mundanities of their days, as if small talk will make Rose well again.

Rose doesn’t know when she falls asleep— somewhere between the end of the first bad movie and the start of the third— but when she becomes conscious again, it’s with her head in John’s lap, his fingers moving through her hair. Her mum’s voice washes over her.

“It’s not fair,” she’s saying. “How am I supposed to say goodbye again?”

Rose is exhausted, emotionally and physically. It’s not that she doesn’t want to engage in the conversation: it’s just that she can’t, on really any level. So she stays still, her eyes closed.

“I’m sorry,” John says softly. “None of us wanted this.”

“How did you not know?” Jackie asks. “If your ship changed her—”

Rose can hear the pain in John’s voice. “You have to understand,” he says. “If I’d known— if I’d even thought of it— or if the Doctor— we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“And my daughter would be safe,” Jackie murmurs.

Rose is acutely aware of John’s hands in her hair, his body curved around her. She feels safe here, even if her head hurts and her limbs feel too heavy to lift.

“Jackie,” John says, “I promise you that I will do whatever it takes to keep her alive. I’ll do anything. But she can’t stay here. We have to send her away.”

“Either way, I lose my daughter.” The sadness in Jackie’s voice makes Rose’s heart ache.

“And I lose someone I love more than anything,” John says quietly. His touch on Rose’s scalp is so light and tender. She doesn’t know what she’ll do without him.

“And you can’t go through with her?” Jackie asks.

“We’ll be lucky if we can even send one person through. Two is too risky.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Finally, Jackie says, “Well, you’ll always be welcome at mine.”

“You’re a good mum,” John replies. Rose can hear him struggling against his tears.

She drifts off again. When she wakes up, she’s in bed, and it’s light outside. John is next to her, sitting up on his laptop.

“Did my mum leave?” Rose asks, sitting up.

John nods, closing the laptop to focus on her. “After you went to sleep last night.”

“Thanks for bringing me to bed.” Rose smiles, teasing. “I’m lucky to have such a strong fiance.”

John wraps an arm around her, pulling her close against his side. She rests her aching head on his shoulder.

“I’m lucky to have you,” John says, raw emotion seeping through. He kisses the top of her head, and she closes her eyes.

The next day, a Monday, they finally explain their situation to the higher-ups at Torchwood. Rose had Torchwood’s help in building her dimension cannon before, and so it stands to reason that they might get that help again— they do, and the higher-ups direct a lot of sympathy towards them. They tell Rose that if she needs anything to help accommodate or manage her illness at work, they’ll do their best, and she thanks them. She’s been getting weaker, she can feel it, her arms getting heavy, her legs shaking when she stands: she’ll need the help.

And so Rose and John and the good people of Torchwood start trying to build a new and improved dimension cannon. Rose isn’t all that much help, for all the cannon is for her— she tries her hardest to focus, keep track of what’s going on, but realistically speaking she just doesn’t have the mental energy for the high-level calculations and technical assembly that the cannon requires. She feels the loss acutely in her chest: there was a time when she lived for this sort of thing.

Whenever she’s not at work, her mum is pressuring her about wedding plans. Rose doesn’t much care how the wedding goes, as long as she can get herself down the aisle, but she’s Jackie’s only daughter, and the wedding might as well be a goodbye party. She finally lets John convince her to start using a wheelchair, a rickety, secondhand thing, only a week before they’re scheduled to go dress shopping, and the clerk doesn’t seem to know what to do with it. Jackie suggests decorating the chair with tulle, and Rose chooses a dress that’s easy to get into and out of, that doesn’t have fabric that’ll get caught in her chair’s wheels, and tries to feel beautiful. (Jackie insists on getting her a new chair, after that— one that’s made to her measurements and for her needs.)

She’s started to fear death in a way she never has before. She’s only too acutely aware that if she doesn’t get to her old universe, this universe will kill her: she never realized how much she really, really doesn’t want to die. She used to take all sorts of risks, back with the Doctor, but she never thought they’d actually kill her, even when they were stuck on a planet orbiting a black hole with no TARDIS. She was safe with the Doctor. And she feels safe with John, but no safety can keep death away forever. Rose finds herself staying up well past when she should, afraid that if she lets her eyes slip closed, they won’t open again. And the worst part is, there’s nothing anyone can say to make her feel better, because she’s right to be afraid.

Jackie has the baby. It’s a boy, and she names him Gabriel. Rose and John visit her in the hospital, Jackie exhausted but glowing, Gabriel so, so small. Rose holds him in her lap, John close by in case her arms fail her, staring down at his tiny little face. He flails, crying out. There’s something about him that’s so very full of life. There’s so much ahead of him. Rose can’t help but love him immediately— he becomes yet another person she’ll miss when she leaves.

“He’s beautiful,” she tells Jackie, and means it. He’s still wailing, so Rose offers him to John, who hands him back to Jackie, his hand gently supporting Gabe’s head as he makes the transfer.

Rose and John spend two weeks living with the Tylers after Gabe is born. It’s at Jackie’s request— she wants to spend time with all three of her children together while she still can. Rose takes the time off work, and while John goes in every day, still working on the dimension cannon, Rose helps out where she can, distracting Tony, rocking Gabe to sleep, making bottles. Now she’s reliant on her wheelchair, she and John have to stay on the first floor, in a bed Pete’s set up for them in what’s normally the game room. She can still stand and walk around when she has to, but the energy it takes is no longer worth it, especially when the chair allows her to get from place to place without the effort.

She spends every second she can with her mum. Gabe is almost always there, and Pete comes in and out, helping as much as he can— he’s taken the time off work too. And Tony, too, is running around the place, asking Rose questions about her wheelchair, trying to get anyone to play with him, asking to hold the baby. Jackie takes a picture of Rose, Tony, and Gabe all together, Rose leaning back against the headboard of Jackie’s bed, Gabe in her arms, and Tony standing on the mattress, hovering over them both. She prints two copies and gives one to Rose, who tucks it away in her pocket, saving it for the day she has to leave.

The two weeks Rose is with her mum are dreamlike, each moment so laden with significance that Rose can’t quite process it. She knows she’s leaving soon, knows she will never get to see baby Gabe grow up— she’ll never know what becomes of him, or of Tony. She always thought she’d get to see Tony go from a chubby, energetic toddler to a full adult, with his own dreams and goals and sense of self. And now she knows she won’t, and she’s got another little brother who she won’t even see become a chubby, energetic toddler. But she’s with them both now, and her mum and dad, and John, and they all bring her such immense, if bittersweet, joy.

And then the two weeks are up. Rose goes back to Torchwood, where everyone’s in a flurry trying to build the dimension cannon. It hits her that they’re all doing this for her, because they want to see her survive, and she almost starts crying right there in the workshop, surrounded by her coworkers. She helps where she can, sorting pieces, recording readings. Some days are easier than others. John asks, at one point, whether she wants to stop working entirely, but she can’t stand the thought of sitting at home alone all day, thinking about her condition, while other people’s work determines her fate. Even if she can’t help much, even if she’s just sitting in the corner fending off the brain fog, she’d rather be at Torchwood. It’s a distraction, and she desperately needs to be distracted.

As her life returns to normal, though, she remembers that her “normal” is so very different from that of her coworkers. They come to work. They seem to be able to hold focus all day. And they keep talking about doing things in the evenings and on the weekends— all while standing up and walking around and exerting themselves in ways from which Rose would need days to recover.

She’s jealous, she thinks. But there’s nothing she can do about it. Not yet.

#my fic #chaptered #doctor who #fanfiction #and still i will live here #ten x rose #tenth doctor #rose tyler #angst #and we're not out of the tunnel

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Misunderstandings.

Summary: This is based on a list of prompts that someone posted, and the basic gist of it is that “you annoyed me in class and so I threw a book at your head and now we’re in detention together and I didn’t realise how cute you were.”

Word count: 4.2k

Authors note: I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you enjoy reading it! This probably has a lot of grammatical errors and typos, so I’m sorry

Out of the corner of his eye, Richie watched as Eddie Kaspbrak’s hand shot into the air for the seventh time in five minutes. He didn’t even suppress the need to roll his eyes this time as he chewed his gum, making sure to obnoxiously smack his lips together.

It was fun to watch the small kid in the ridiculously red short shorts face get progressively redder as he tried to hide his annoyance about it.

It was a little game they played every single lesson. They liked to see who could annoy the other person the most, get them to snap the quickest. They both rather enjoyed watching the other lose their temper, and by now they had gotten pretty good at knowing how to push each other's buttons.

The feud had started freshman year when Richie had accidentally bumped into Eddie and sent him flying to the floor, books and pencils alike scattering around the room. Richie had instantly bent down to help, but Eddie was quick to slap his hands away.

“Don’t touch it!” He snapped, face red with anger and nostrils flaring. Richie’s head snapped up in surprise and he was surprised again when he got a look at the boy he had knocked over.

‘He’s cute,’ was Richie’s instant thought. He has pale skin but it complemented the freckles that were scattered along his nose well. His eyes are a lovely chocolate brown and his long floppy hair framed his face nicely.

Richie’s natural reflex was to smirk back at the smaller boy as he played it cool and nonchalant. He made sure to put on his smoothest voice when he replied with, “just trying to help, princess”

Richie watched in amusement as his face went a deeper shade of red, and his face twisted further in anger. He glared at Richie ferociously, and Richie thought that Eddie was trying to be intimidating, but thought he looked more like an angry kitten. He let out a snort as he watched Eddie scramble around on his knees, picking up his belongings and shoving them into his bag.

“Firstly, Do. NOT call me princess, and secondly, I don’t want your help. I don’t want you to touch my things, you… -you” Eddie paused and looked up at Richie to examine his appearance, thinking of what to say, before he spluttered out, “Punk! Look at you, you’re practically a walking germ. Disgusting.”

Richie’s laughter stopped short, and he stared at Eddie in shock, blinking. Ouch. It was Richie’s turn to be angry. He had clearly looked at Richie and made an assumption about him, just like everybody else did.

So what if he had to wear the same clothes a few times a week because he didn’t have many clothes. So what if his shoes were worn down and scruffy, torn so bad that they were practically falling apart? So what if his bag was a hand-me-down from Ben?

He had no right to assume Richie was ‘disgusting.’ He didn’t have any money to his name, and like hell were his parents willing to give up their booze money to get Richie some new clothes. Just because he looked a certain way, didn’t mean he wanted to. He was hoping to meet at least one person who wasn’t going to assume things about him the minute they looked at him, but apparently it wasn’t this guy.

He took in Eddie’s squeaky clean appearance and scoffed. Eddie was clearly a golden boy, wearing a fresh t-shirt and short shorts that Richie totally wasn’t checking his ass out in before. His shoes were pristine white and his bag looked brand new. The very opposite of everything that Richie was.

Richie stood up abruptly, not saying another word as he stormed to the very back of the classroom, choosing the desk that was closest to the window and slamming his bag to the floor. He didn’t bother to take out any paper or a pen, but instead chose to inspect his nails. He could think of a thousand places he would rather be right now.

Eddie apparently seemed to show no remorse as he picked up the rest of his things, pushed himself up and patted himself down. He then proceeded to pull out several baby wipes and a bottle of sanitizer and completely wipe everything down with them. It only made Richie angrier. He’s acting like Richie is some sort of homeless tramp. He then takes a seat at the very front of the classroom and takes out his things, organising them perfectly on his desk. Richie rolled his eyes and ignored him for the rest of the lesson.

So here they are, four years later, still holding grudges. He knows it’s childish, but he thinks he’s reserved the right to stay angry at Eddie. Richie had managed to land himself a job in a music store about a year ago, and had since earned himself enough money to buy a few more clothes and his most prized possession; a vintage leather jacket he found in a thrift store. It’s his baby.

Eddie had never made any attempt to apologise to Richie, and that was what fuelled Richie to do everything in his power to annoy the smaller boy. Eddie was cute, but he was a huge snob. If Eddie had of apologised, Richie’s positive that he would have tried to get him on a date a very long time ago. He’s definitely attractive, but the way he acts towards Richie completely puts him off.

“Would you stop that!” Eddie yells, snapping his whole body around to face Richie. His nostrils are flaring and Richie allows a slow, lazy smirk to overtake his face. It seemed that he was going to win the ‘who can piss off the other person more’ game today.

“I’m not doing anything,” he grins, holding his hands up in mock surrender. It only seems to make Eddie angrier.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,”

“Boys-”

“Oh yeah, and what am I doing?”

“You’re chewing loudly! And! It’s! Driving! Me! Crazy!”

“Boys-”

“Well maybe you’re just being oversensitive! No one else seems to have a problem with it!”

“God, you’re so annoying! Maybe if you actually bothered to do more than sit and stare at your nails all lesson you’d actually learn something! Do you even have the books for this class?!”

“BOYS-”

“Damn right I have the books! YEET!”

Thump.

Eddie Kaspbrak cried out in pain, and grabbed the back of his head. Richie’s eyes widened in horror. He looked at his book, which was now lying on the floor next to Eddie’s feet. Without even thinking about it, Richie had picked up his English book and thrown it straight at Eddie’s head.

Eddie was clutching his head as he stared at Richie, mouth open in shock. Had he actually just thrown his book at Eddie? Even he knew he had gone too far. Eddie looked kind of hurt, and it made Richie feel really bad. He opened his mouth to apologise but Eddie had beaten him to it.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you?!”

“RICHARD TOZIER AND EDWARD KASPBRAK!” A third voice boomed, and both boys instantly turned to look at their teacher, who looked angrier than the pair of them combined. Her left hand was on her hip and a deep scowl was etched into her face, accentuating her wrinkles. It made Richie want to laugh a little bit.

“Detention, both of you! How dare you disturb my lesson in such a way!” Both of them mumbled an apology, but Richie could help but roll his eyes, more annoyed over the fact he had detention than anything else.

Eddie Kaspbrak was the reason his detention record was so bad, really. He rarely ever got a detention that wasn’t Eddie involved. Well, except for the odd occasion when he got caught for smoking on the school premises. He dared a glance over at Eddie, who had his head bowed down in shame. Richie was sure he was going to eye roll himself into another dimension.

Richie slowly raised his hand. Mrs Humber glanced at him and let out an elongated, exasperated sigh.

“What is it, Tozier?”

Richie smiled sheepishly, “er, can I go and get my book back?”

The end of the school day rolled around a lot quicker than Richie thought was necessary, and he’s seriously considering skipping detention. But then he gleefully remembers that Eddie Kaspbrak would never have the nerve to skip detention. Hell, Eddie was probably the type of kid that got to detention early.

And why on earth would he pass up the chance to wind up Eddie Kaspbrak? (It definitely wasn’t because Richie oddly wanted to spend more time with him. Nope. No sir.)

And with that in mind, there was a spring in Richie’s step as he bounced into his English classroom, bag slung over his shoulder. He was right about Eddie being there on time. Eddie was sat at his usual desk right at the front of the classroom, head hanging in shame and fiddling his thumbs nervously.

Richie guessed that Eddie had never had a detention before, and he feels a little bad. It is his fault that they’re stuck in detention together. But then again, why should he feel bad? Eddie has been nothing but a bitch to him for 4 years.

He’s ended up in numerous detentions because of Eddie. (Granted it was his own fault for overreacting at the things Eddie did, but he wouldn’t have anything to over-react to if it wasn’t for Eddie. Therefore, it is actually all Eddie’s fault)

With that in mind, he keeps his mouth firmly closed, deciding that he would simply choose to ignore Eddie instead of taunting him, and turned to walk straight to his seat at the back of the room.

“Next to Mr Kaspbrak please, Mr Tozier.” Richie stopped abruptly in his tracks, swinging himself around to face the teacher.

“Um, what?”

“I want you to sit at the front, next to Mr Kaspbrak.” Richie sighed, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea to test her patience after she was already mad at him.

“Oh, um. Sure.” He shrugged, resisting the urge to pull the chair out in a way that scraped against the floor noisily - he knew that annoyed Eddie to no end - before plonking down next to it.

“Right, well now that you’re both here, I’m going to start the clock. Your detention will end at half 4. I trust that I can leave you here to sit in silence whilst I grade papers. My office is only down the hall, so if you leave, or you talk, I will know about it.”

Eddie nodded his head as she got up, giving them one last look before she turned and walked out of the room. Richie wanted to scoff, because he knew full well that she wouldn’t be able to hear them from all the way down the hall. But if he wanted to leave, he’d have to walk out past her office where she’d definitely see him, so leaving wasn’t an option.

Richie waited a few seconds to make sure that she had actually left before pulling out his phone to text Bev. Beside him, Eddie scoffed loudly. Richie raised an eyebrow, but chose not to take the bait.

From Bevvy ol’ gal: ‘Oh my god, you threw a book at his head? Richie! Just suck his dick already, that’s a lot of a nicer way to get his attention! ’

Richie snorted and slouched back in his chair to get himself comfortable before shooting back a reply, it was going to be a long hour and a half.

To Bevvy ol’ gal: No can do, I’d probably give him all of my diseases!

From Bevvy ol’ gal: Omg Richie, you have to let that go!

“You’re not supposed to be on your phone, you know.” The voice next to him spoke up, laced with clear irritation. Richie smirked, knowing that Eddie wouldn’t be able to hold his tongue.

He didn’t even look up to Eddie as he sent a text back to Bev. “If she cared enough about her rules then she’d be sitting here to enforce them.”

Eddie huffed, but he didn’t have a reply. Richie allowed himself to be smug, because he knew Eddie knew that he had a point. Instead of entertaining Richie’s reply, he crossed his arms on the desk and put his head down, using his arms as a pillow. He closed his eyes, clearly having no intentions of arguing with Richie today.

Eventually Bev stopped responding to his texts because apparently she didn’t have the attention span to both text Richie and hang out with Ben. He shoved his phone back in his pocket after ten minutes had passed and she still hadn’t replied to him.

He sat back further in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk. He glanced at Eddie, wondering if he was going to react to it, but Eddie still had his eyes closed. His breathing was steady and calm, and Richie doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie look so relaxed before.

Richie can’t help but stare at him. He may not be Eddie’s biggest fan, and vice versa, but he knows an attractive person when he sees one. He lets his eyes wander over his face, tracing the small cluster of freckles across his cheeks. He has long, thick eyelashes that Richie hasn’t noticed before, and he finds it oddly attractive.

Most of all, he lets himself stare at Eddie’s lips. They’re a light shade of pink, bottom lip jutted out as it’s a bit fuller than his top lip. Richie wasn’t even that surprised to realise that he found himself wondering what Eddie’s lips would feel like pressed against his own.

“Stop staring at me,” Eddie mumbled, his eyes still closed. He sounded sleepy, and there was no heat in his tone. Richie found himself wanting to smile.

“Sorry, you just look so much like you mother. It just reminded me of how much fun I had banging her last night.”

Eddie’s eyes shot open, and he shot Richie a look of disgust. “You’re actually disgusting.” He lifted his head up from his desk and instead propped it in his hand instead, turning to face Richie.

He had a look of curiosity in his eyes, and he had never looked at Richie like that before. It almost made him nervous, and he wanted to squirm in his seat, but he resisted, staring straight back at Eddie. He watched as a blush spread up Eddie’s neck and to his face, and much to Richie’s surprise he shyly ducked his head away.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Richie blurted out, once again not using his brain to mouth filter. Eddie’s eyes went wide in surprise, and he look at Richie with what can only be described as pure confusion.

“What? Hate you? I don't hate you! You’re the one always trying to get under my skin.” And just like that, the Eddie Kaspbrak that Richie had came to know returned. His tone was incredulous, and he sounded annoyed.

Richie found himself getting annoyed too. How on earth could Eddie forget what he had said to Richie. There was a pang in his chest as he replayed their first meeting in his mind. He hated that Eddie Kaspbrak could get to him in a way that nobody else could. If it were anybody else, he would have never bothered glancing in their direction again. But there was something about this guy stopped him from staying away.

“Only because you started it! You started all of this!” Richie’s voice was beginning to get louder, but he found he didn’t care.

“You’re kidding right? Me? How did I start this?” Eddie’s voice was getting louder too, and so was his pitch. In any other situation, Richie would have found it amusing.

“You we’re a complete jerk to me the first time we met! I tried to apologise and help but you didn’t let me! YOU SAID-” Richie abruptly cut himself off. He really didn’t want to get into this. He was going to be stuck with Eddie for another 40 minutes and he already knew that this conversation wasn’t going to end.

He looked away from Eddie and sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. Exhaustion has seeped into his bones, and suddenly he didn’t want this anymore. He didn’t want to fight with Eddie. Sure, it was fun to begin with, but now it just felt like such a waste of his time. Everything just felt ridiculous. He was always getting annoyed and left the classroom in such a bad mood because of this stupid feud they had going on. It just seems to do more damage than good. He’s not going to entertain it anymore, he decides.

“Richie… what did I say?” Eddie asks, and his voice sounds pleading. He looks over at Eddie, whose eyes have softened and he looks almost nervous. Richie is stumped with the realisation that Eddie genuinely doesn’t remember what he said to Richie all those years ago. It makes him feel even worse.

“No Eddie, it doesn’t matter. Lets just drop it.” He pulls out his phone again, just for something to do, but to his surprise Eddie genuinely grabs his wrist.

“Please?” He prods, and Richie regrets ever saying anything. Hearing Richie plead with him was a weakness that he didn’t know he had.

“It’s not a big deal,” Richie shrugs, but his nervous leg bouncing seems to contradict him. He forces himself to stop as soon as he realizes that he’s doing it. “It’s just… you told me I was disgusting.”

He looks up at Eddie, because he can’t resist not looking at Eddie, whose face is scrunched up in confusing, like he’s trying really hard to remember.

“You, err, you called me a called me a punk and a ‘walking germ. And I mean, I know my clothes are a little scruffy sometimes and I know-”

“Richie,” Eddie cuts him off softly, face lighting up in realisation. Guilt flashes over his face, and Richie is suddenly overly aware that Richie’s hand is still on his wrist.

Eddie seems unsure with what to do with himself. He's fidgeting in his seat nervously, clearly unable to stay still. He won't look Richie in the eyes, and he looks conflicted within himself. He opens his mouth several times, like he's trying to say something, but then his mouth snaps closed again. Richie stays silent as he watches him.

“Um, growing up, my mother has always been very manipulate. From a young age, she had me believe that I was sick and that everything is dirty. She drilled into my head about the dangers of life, and I began to be scared of like, everything. It wasn’t until about halfway through freshman year that i came to the realisation that all the medication she had put me on wasn’t real, a lie…” Eddie paused, taking a deep breath.

Richie saw Eddie’s eyes swimming with unshed tears, and he desperately wants to jump out of his chair and hug him. Although, he still wasn’t sure why Eddie was telling him this, but he didn’t want to interrupt whatever Eddie was going to say, so he nodded encouragingly, waiting for him to continue.

“That day I met you… I was horrible to you. But… It wasn’t you as an individual, I was scared of touching anybody I didn’t know. I wasn’t looking at you personally and deciding that you were disgusting. I thought everything was disgusting back then. Richie, I wasn’t judging you for how you looked, and you’ve gone all these years believing that I was… and oh God, I’m so sorry-”

“Hey..” Richie grabbed his hand cutting him off. Eddie was starting to sound frantic, almost hysterical, and he wasn’t sure how to handle that. Honestly, he was feeling a little hysterical himself.

All these years, everything had just been one big misunderstanding. He could have been Eddie’s friend. Shit, maybe he could have even taken Eddie on a date and kissed him. There’s been so many missed opportunities and it’s a little overwhelming.

“Eddie, it’s okay. Really. I’m over it see?” He grins wide and cheesy to prove a point, and Eddie huffs out a laugh, a single tear falling down his cheek. Richie instinctually reaches to wipe it away, and smiles when Eddie doesn’t pull away. Eddie smiles back bashfully.

“Is it too late to like, start again? I feel so awful.” Eddie says, biting down on his lip anxiously. Richie wants to pull it out and bite down on it himself. He figures it’s too soon to actually try it on with Eddie though, and he finds that he actually wants to build up a friendship with him before anything else.

“Hi, my names Richie Tozier,” he grins, thrusting his hand out. Eddie guffaws and slaps Richie’s arm, before gently shoving it away.

“Not literally, you idiot!” he giggles, eyes shining brightly, and Richie’s heart feels ready to leap out of his chest because wow, Eddie Kaspbrak is really beautiful. Not to be dramatic, but he wants to spend the rest of his life making Eddie giggle. It’s the cutest sound he’s ever heard.

They begin chatting like old friends, telling each other about their respective lives. Eddie tells Richie about Bill and Stan, and Richie returns the favour with stories about Bev, Mike and Ben. Richie makes Eddie laugh numerous times, and they’re both surprised to realise that they have quite a lot in common.

Richie finds himself staring at Eddie’s lips constantly, like he really can’t himself from flicking his eyes down as Eddie speaks, watching his lips curve to form words. He’s never been so fascinated in a pair of lips before. He didn’t realise lips were so attractive, but then again, he found everything about Eddie attractive.

Eddie caught him do it, and he blushed bright red when he realised what Richie was looking at, but then he was looking down at Richie’s lips too, and he wants more than anything to lean over and kiss him. But he doesn’t.

Richie is in the middle of telling Eddie a funny story when they hear the clicking of heels against the hallways wooden floors and Eddie abruptly cuts off his laughter by shoving his hand in his mouth just in time for Mrs Humber to walk through the door. Richie sends him an amused grin, and Eddie has to look away so that he doesn’t start laughing.

“Alright boys, times up. You can leave now.” And with that, she turns on her heel and walks away, heels once again clicking as she retreats.

Both boys stand up, slowly collecting their things. Richie can’t believe he’s even thinking it, but for the first time in his life he feels really disappointed that he’s leaving detention. He turns away from Eddie to shrug his leather jacket back on, and when he turns to look back at Eddie, he stops dead in his tracks when he sees Eddie already looking back at him, staring intensely.

Eddie begins to move towards Richie, one step at a time. Richie feels like all the air is leaving his lungs, and he gasps for breath. Eddie stops when he reaches standing as close to Richie as he possibly can. Eddie’s head only comes up to Richie’s chest, and Richie thinks it’s adorable.

“Kiss me.” Eddie whispers, voice trembling. Richie’s almost positive that he heard that wrong, because what?

“Kiss me,” Eddie whispers again, tilting his head up as far as he can. Richie doesn’t hesitate to lean down and capture Eddie lips with his own. Eddie sighs and reaches his hands around Richie, hands playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

Richie grins, unable to help himself, and puts his hands under Eddie’s thighs, lifting him up to sit him on the desk and moving to stand between his legs, making the angle easier for them both. Eddie squeaks in surprise but it’s soon turned into a whimper when Richie uses it an opportunity to coax his tongue into his mouth.

It’s sloppy and slow, and Eddie can’t stop giggling into Richie’s mouth, and Richie can’t stop grinning, and eventually they have to pull away because they’re not even kissing anymore, just smiling into each others mouths.

Richie feels so light and giddy, and he can’t believe how fast their relationship has turned around in such a short amount of time. He’s amazed at how quickly he can go from thinking that Eddie’s a snob to being convinced that the sun shines out of his ass. But at the same time, he’s excited to see where this is going to go.

“Hey Eds?”

“Yes, Richie?”

“Do you think maybe I could take you out some time?”

Eddie smiles widely, and Richie’s stomach erupts into butterflies “I’d love that.”

Richie grins even wider, if possible, and he can’t help but lean down and kiss Eddie once again.

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