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nightfallrevel · 4 years

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White Day - Shinsou

A/N: Finally! Part two to Shinsou’s Valentine post! Check out the master list in my bio to read the Valentine posts!

My apologies for the long wait on this one. I ran into a bit of a writing wall and I’ve really been struggling with finishing things. I mostly blame my inability to remain focused for any kind of long period at a time.

I hope you all enjoy the conclusion to Shinsou’s White Day!

Warnings: none, floof

Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 1,891

You had decided that Shinsou Hitoshi was the worst person you’d ever met. Even after he’d been your friend for the past year and a half. Even after you’d had the biggest crush on him for most of that time. He’d gone and ruined everything with one simple comment.

He had actually had the nerve to demand Valentine’s chocolates from you while, in the same breath, saying that you were just like all the other girls. You were no different than the other girls in class that giggled over him at a distance. The other girls who would sweet talk themselves into his good graces, pressing themselves against him whenever they thought they could get away with it.

You had never done any of those things, and you hated it when they did that. Of course, you never let your jealousy show; quietly putting up with their vulgar behavior. Of course, Shinsou never seemed to mind it as he allowed it to continue with a word of discouragement. You supposed he enjoyed the attention.

Whatever. Let him have it. You refused to be a part of it, anymore. No longer did you sit with him at lunch, giving him a death glare if he so much as breathed in your direction. You walked back to the dorms with your other friends, ignoring Shinsou and storming away from him every time he approached you. To say you were furious with him was an understatement.

While you were busy ignoring and avoiding him, you neglected to see a change in Shinsou’s behavior. You had been giving him the cold shoulder for a couple of weeks and he was becoming increasingly agitated towards your other classmates. He wasn’t exactly the brightest ray of sunshine to begin with, but his mood had begun to deteriorate immensely.

By the third week, you began to notice a change in your female classmates. They seemed to start skirting around Shinsou, giving him a wide berth, while giving you mean looks. The girls huddled around each other in the corner and you could hear them whispering about Shinsou’s foul moods lately and how he wasn’t any fun to be around lately. You didn’t care about that, though.

No, what really interested you was the fact that they seemed to blame it all on you and pointed out that his decrease in friendliness had begun the day after Valentine’s Day. You didn’t care what they were saying, but their timeline had your interest. Had you really caused him that much upset?

You tried not to let yourself think about it as you continued to ignore him. Shinsou Hitoshi was just going to have to accept that you no longer wanted anything to do with him. You would have been lying, however, if not being around him was having its affect on you, too. You found that it was more difficult than you’d thought it would be to block out your long-nurtured feelings for him.

As you made your way back to the dorms by yourself, preferring to be solitary lately, Shinsou blocked your path. His gaze was angry as he stared you down. You glared back, refusing to stand down. He spoke first.

“What the hell has been your problem lately? You make me chocolates for Valentine’s Day and now you suddenly hate me?” Shinsou’s hands curled into shaking fists at his side. He was really mad and it only fueled your own anger.

“Do you seriously think that you get to take that tone with me after the way you treated me?” You spat back at him. All of your pent up hurt and anger welled up at once as his expression took on a hint of confusion. “Demanding chocolates from me and saying that I’m just like all the other girls. The girls that hang all over you like cats in heat. It’s disgusting, and you always eat it right up.”

You watched Shinsou’s face morph from angry confusion to shock, then quiet realization. “Y/L/N… I didn’t-”

“No!” You cut him off. “I don’t want to hear your excuses and I don’t want your apologies. We were…” Tears sprang to your eyes, unbidden, choking your words. “We were supposed to be friends and you said that!” Shinsou stared at you in complete shock and you couldn’t take his silence a moment longer. You pushed past him as your tears streamed down your face, not wanting him to see you so upset.

How were you supposed to face him after this?

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Shinsou watched in stunned silence as your shoulder knocked against his own as you left him standing there alone. Rooted to the spot, he couldn’t find his voice to try and stop you. Your words had cut him like a knife and he didn’t blame you for your anger.

He’d messed up. A few careless words and now you hated him. It wasn’t as sudden as he thought, after all. He was a complete and utter moron to not have seen it sooner. He had been stupid to even say what he did to begin with. However, his words were not intended to mean what you thought that they did.

It was a long moment of him cursing to himself before he could finally move from the spot where you’d left him. Shinsou knew that he was going to have to apologize to you in a big way. You were so mad at him, though, he was unsure if you would even listen. His biggest question was how he was going to apologize to you.

As he walked back to the dorms, mulling it over silently, he overheard some other students discussing White Day. His footsteps slowed, an idea slowly forming in his mind. White Day. It was barely a week away, giving him time to plan and also allowed you some time to cool down.

An immediate idea came to him that he could start on right away and he dashed towards the campus gardens. Without much trouble, he got permission from the Garden Club to get flowers from the garden in the early mornings.

Shinsou had paid very close attention to you the moment he realized that he had feelings for you. He’d been very careful at concealing them, waiting to get a feel for how you felt about him. It didn’t take him long to figure it out, but he had no idea how to approach you about it. The last thing he wanted was to be wrong and scare you away.

Valentine’s Day had changed that, however, when he’d seen you try to sneakily hide a box of chocolates in your desk. That was when he let his ego take over and wound up messing everything up. Now, he had to do whatever he could to make it right.

Every morning leading up to White Day, before class and before his daily training, he left a single bloom of your favorite flower on your desk. It was early enough that no one was around, so no one could suspect him. Least of all you. He usually found his way to class about five minutes before start, which meant that most of your classmates were already in the room.

By the time he made it to his seat, you were already admiring the flower he’d left with confusion. You had no clue that it was him. Shinsou was willing to bet a lot that you had no idea that he even knew your favorite flower. Day after day, he would smile to himself as you handled each flower with the utmost care. He could tell that, even though you had no idea who they were from, that they were making you nearly giddy.

White Day finally arrived and Shinsou hoped that the daily flowers had been enough to soften you up. He had managed to reach the dorms before anyone else, even after stopping at the gardens, and waited at the entrance for you to return. When you finally appeared, you were alone and you hesitated when you saw him.

He watched as you seemed to contemplate another way into the dorms without crossing his path and he lifted the bouquet he held in his hands as an offering to you. Your eyes widened slightly and you hesitantly stepped closer, just within reach of the bouquet.

“It was you leaving the flower on my desk every morning?” Your soft inquisition reached his ears and he gave a gentle smile as he nodded. You frowned, not taking the flowers from him as you stared him down. “If you thought that somehow guessing my favorite flower and giving me a few was just going to magically fix everything, then you were sadly mistaken.” Shinsou’s eyes widened, the bouquet dropping to his side as his expression filled with anguish.

“Y/L/N, please, let me explain. You didn’t really give me a chance the last time we spoke and I’d really like to.” He stared straight back into your eyes as you contemplated his request quietly. After a moment, you shifted your backpack and clicked your tongue with annoyance.

“Fine. You have one minute.”

Hope fluttered in his chest, lifting his spirits a bit as his expression eased slightly. “You were right- I should have never said you were like the other girls. You’re not. In fact, you’re nothing like them at all.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “When I said that, I had only meant that I had noticed that you had a crush on me. I didn’t… I never even thought about the impact of what I was saying; I was careless.” Your expression, which had been stern and angry, was slowly softening. He pressed on.

“Y/L/N, I’ve never cared about those girls, and they don’t really care about me, either. But you care. I know you do. You cared enough to not only know my favorite sweets, but to take the time to make them by hand.” He smiled at her. “I didn’t guess your favorite flower. I’ve known it since the first week you came to this school. I care about you, too, and I made a stupid mistake. I got too cocky and I hurt you in the process. I’m so, so sorry.”

You stared at each other for a long moment, tears gathering in your eyes. Shinsou shifted closer, though he hesitated to reach out to you. “Will you please forgive me, Y/L/N? It’s White Day, you know, and I’m trying to tell you that I feel the same way. Please-” His pleading was cut short as you suddenly tackled him, your arms wrapping around his torso.

The bouquet fell to the ground as Shinsou returned your embrace, burying his face in your hair. A soft sniffle was muffled against his chest and he carefully pulled you away so that he could wipe away your tears. “You’re such an idiot, Hitoshi, you know that?” He smiled gently, lifting a hand to push back your hair.

“Yeah, I know.”

His lips met yours in a kiss that was softer than you imagined was possible from him. However, he was yours and you were his. The two of you had a lot of growing to do, but you were confident that you could do it together.

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ladyrevanhalin · 4 years

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TWISTED MORALITY (PART III of ONLY LIGHT CAN CAST SHADOW) CHAPTER THREE: SEEKING SHELTER FROM THE STORM (PREVIEW SECTION 8 OF 16)

(AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a preview section from an incomplete Chapter. You can read everything up to this point on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16538378/chapters/52449547 )

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CARTH ONASI

The Taris Upper City Cantina was a rather large and bustling place, yet with a certain amount of sophistication to it when compared to your average, every-day cantina. There were members clearly of the Tarisian noble class hanging about, and a private lounge just for patrons of this status. There was a high stakes pazaak table near the entrance that Carth and Gwen passed on their way to the central bar. The two took a seat and ordered.

It had been a bit unnerving coming there. After all, they’d passed several Sith Troopers patrolling the streets, and one had even been standing guard posted at the front entrance of the cantina. It would be impossible for them to avoid the Sith entirely on this planet. They would just have to try to do what they could to keep their low profile until they could find Bastila and secure passage off of this Sith-controlled planet.

Carth took a sip of the Tarisian ale he’d ordered when the bartender brought it to him. A wave of expressions streamed over his face upon the initial entry on the palate, and he finished his first sip gritting his teeth. It was far stronger than he’d expected. He’d not had time to try the stuff last time he was on Taris. After all, it was during the previous war, and the Republic forces had only just recaptured the planet from Mandalorian control. As he was fleet, he wasn’t ever groundside for very long. Most of that work had been led by the Jedi.

He shook his head and took another sip at that thought. It was ironic, really. Once upon a time, the Jedi Revan’s forces had taken back Taris from the Mandalorians and saved the planet. And now, the very Jedi who had aided them before had conquered the planet once more. Only this time, it was in the name of the Sith. And they hadn’t really ‘conquered,’ no…. The Tarisian upper class had never forgotten Revan’s aid in the Mandalorian Wars, and when Revan and Malak had returned to conquer the Republic, the nobles of Taris had submitted willingly. Now, it was quite clear from what he’d seen so far that the majority of Taris’ citizens didn’t agree with the decision, but the class system of Taris had created a society in which the few voices of the rich outweigh the voices of the masses.

He glanced over at Gwen, who was seated on the stool beside him at the bar with her head propped on her up by her hand with an elbow on the counter, while the fingers of her opposite hand tapped impatiently in sequence as she waited on her food. There was a glass of some sort of nectar in front of her. Carth had discouraged his companion from stronger beverages, given the fact that she was still recovering, and had eventually succeeded in having her agree despite her initial reluctance.

He was enjoying his ale and trying to block out the tapping when he suddenly heard Gwen’s voice. “So is now a better time to get to know a little more about you, Carth?”

He set his drink down and turned more directly toward her this time. Her finger tapping had stopped and her brows raised as she looked him dead in the eye with some degree of expectancy which told Carth she wasn’t going to let him ignore her request. He sighed a little before responding to her.

“Well, I've been a star-pilot for the Republic for years. I've seen more than my share of wars… I fought in the Mandalorian Wars before all this started. But with all that, I've never experienced anything like the slaughter these Sith animals can unleash. Not even the Mandalorians were that senseless.” Carth swallowed. He’d seen far too many images that haunted his mind still from his experiences in the war. Avoiding discussion let him push them back but that wasn’t really an option in the current situation. He couldn’t fault Gwen for wanting to know a little about him. After all, it was just the two of them stuck there until they could locate Bastila. This meant, however, that he’d need to tread his own memories with a degree of caution. He continued. “My home world was one of the first planets to fall to Malak's fleet. The Sith bombed it into submission, and there wasn't a damned thing our Republic forces could do to stop them!”

“Calm down. I was just asking. Geesh…”

He blinked a moment, then realized his hand was clenched into a fist so tightly that his knuckles had begun to go white. He relaxed his hand, flexing his fingers a little in retraction. “You're the one who wanted to know more about me,” he said, attempting to keep a cool air about him. “Well this is it, this is what I am. I'm just a soldier; I go where the fleet Admirals tell me to. I follow my orders and I do my duty.”

“Yeah, well you're talking like it's your fault about the war and your planet. Like you failed somehow….”

“It shouldn't be my fault. I did everything I could… I followed my orders and did my duty. That shouldn't mean I failed them! I didn't!” His voice was betraying him. It had grown more seeped with emotions. He could still see the glow of embers that charred the surface of Telos after the Sith attack. The dead and dying were all around, friends and loved ones among them. Innocents dying there in the streets. He could still hear their voices, their screams, their cries for help…

‘Someone get a medic over here now! Please! She’s still alive! A medic! It’s not too late to save her. It’s not too late…’

“Hey, why are you getting so mad at me? It's not like this was my fault!”

Gwen’s voice brought him back away from Telos’ surface and to that posh little Tarisian cantina where they were seated. Her good seemed to have arrived while he had been talking, but she’d not started eating yet. Instead, she was looking at him with what appeared to be concern.

“I know that,” I know that he said, hoping to dissuade any impressions he might have given of blaming her for what was, but shouldn’t have been, his own failure. “I'm not angry at you… don't think that. I…. I just…” He let out a frustrated sigh. “ I'm sorry. I'm not making much sense, am I?” He shook his head. “ Look, you probably mean well with your questions. I'm just not accustomed to talking about my past very much. At all, actually. I'm more used to taking action… keeping my mind focused on the business at hand. So let's just do that. If you have more questions, ask them later.”

“Right,” Gwen said, turning her attention instead to her meal. Carth picked up his mug again and took another sip of ale, desperately trying to push aside the memories that threatened to spring forth through his own emotional blocks. Now wasn’t the time to think of Telos. He had to focus on their mission to find Bastila so that the Sith could be stopped and an end could be brought to this war. Failure wasn’t an option this time. He had to go through with this, if it was the last thing he did….

“I'm sorry, Carth…”

He paused, but he did not look at his companion as she spoke. He was in no mood for such.

“....It must have been a very painful experience for you,” Gwen finished saying.

“Yeah, well, I’ve just made it a point to not let that sort of thing happen again,” Carth said. He debated, for a brief moment, chugging the rest of his ale, but decided against such. After all, if he finished too soon, he’d have nothing to do while his companion ate, and might get lassoed back into another conversation. Additionally, with how strong Tarisian ale was, he wasn’t certain it would be the smartest move for him to be able to remain at optimum functionality during their first outing on Taris. They needed information on those crashed escape pods still, and the cantina, even with the number of patrons it had seemed blissfully free of Sith presence inside of its doors. Here, it would likely be relatively safe for them to conduct their questioning of the locals on the matter.

Carth paced himself with the ale until he saw Gwen was close to finishing her meal, and then signaled the waiter to bring them their checks. Once they had paid, Carth rose from the barstool where he had been seated and stretched a little. “Well, I guess it’s back to business,” he said. “Feeling better now?” he asked.

Gwen nodded, rising also. “Much,” she replied. “Sorry if I came off a bit… ungrateful.”

Carth had to hold back a snort, but apparently his thoughts had still manifested themselves at least partially in his facial expressions, because his companion shot him a leer all the same. He coughed in an attempt to excuse himself, which only caused her to roll her eyes. “N-no,” Carth insisted with a chuckle, putting his hands up to indicate he meant no offense. “Not ungrateful… I suppose I’d be a bit grumpy first waking up out of a three-day near coma too…”

He looked at her, plastering on an uneasy smile, but her expression remained hard and relatively unchanging. She held his eyes, staring at him for a moment before her lips twisted into a suppressed smile and she snorted back a laugh of her own. While it did male Carth feel much more at ease, he couldn’t help but to wonder what was going on in that head of hers. He still wasn’t fully convinced of the physician Zelka’s assessment of her.

He contemplated commenting on her odd behavior before a commotion caught both of their attentions as a large number of patrons began flocking toward the viewscreens lining the walls of the cantina.

“Hurry!” they heard someone say. “The match is about to start.”

“What’s the point?” came another patron’s voice. “It’s only Gerlon and Duncan again.

Curiosity about the commotion for the upcoming ‘match’ drew both Carth and Gwen to join the other patrons watching the viewscreen in the cantina.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” came an announcer’s voice. “I draw your attention to the dueling ring. Here, two combatants will battle for your viewing and gambling enjoyment. Now, I hope all your bets are down, because we're ready to roll! In this corner, I give you... Gerlon Two-Fingers! And over here, looking to climb the ranks yet again is the ever persistent Deadeye Duncan!”

On the view screen, there were two men standing on opposite ends of a large circular arena. When the camera zoomed in on the combatants, the younger of the two appeared to be missing fingers on his right hand (Carth could only assume that this was ‘Gerlon Two-Fingers’) and the other a bit older, as his hair was greying. Reason would venture to assume that the older man was the one whom the announcer had referred to as ‘Deadeye Duncan.’ Both men were armed with blasters, hands at rest, waiting for the signal for the dual to begin.

A sound flared, signaling for the duel to begin. However, it came so suddenly that it seemed to startle ‘Deadeye’ enough that he dropped his blaster. As he reached down to pick it up, ‘Two-Fingers’ was already firing and hit him, causing Deadeye to fall. And just like that, as suddenly as the match had started, it was all over.

The announcer’s voice sounded again. “And, to nobody's great surprise, Deadeye is down again. Don't worry, folks – he's just unconscious. As usual. Our medics will have him up and about in a bit. Well, that was quick, wasn't it? So I give you the winner... Gerlon Two-Fingers!”

People had already begun clearing from the viewscreen area before the announcer had even begun his concluding statements. It seemed from the crowd’s reactions that the outcome was already expected to turn out the way it had.

Carth reached to touch Gwen’s arm to indicate they should start their rounds of questioning, but stopped short. He recalled her reaction to when he’d done similar during their visit to the clinic, and thought perhaps he’d better not. Instead, he called her name. “Gwen? Gwen, we should get going. We have a lot to do still.”

Gwen, who had seemed to be wrapped up in watching the medics as they removed Deadeye Duncan from the arena, turned to look at him. “Hmm? Oh…. I guess you’re right. Where do you think we should start? Won’t it sound suspicious if we just go around asking anyone about the escape pods?”

She did make an excellent point. Sith presence or not, they would need to be cautious. After all, it would be foolish to assume that all Tarisian’s loyalies lied with the Republic. He’s learned that the hard way….

“We keep it casual,” Carth said decisively. “If anyone asks, we’re spacers who got stuck by the planetary quarantine after we stopped for supplies.”

Gwen nodded in affirmation and stepped away from the viewscreen, headed toward the music lounge. There were several people sitting and standing, listening to the Bith band play and watching the Twi’lek dancers. They were some of the few positions in the upper city where alien species were readily accepted. In this particular case, it was because of their species’ reputations in the performing arts. While they were acceptable as entertainers to the upper city citizens, it was understood by all parties that the respect for them ended there, sad as it was.

"Well, hello there!” the pair heard upon stepping through the entry to the music room. “I see from your exotic appearance that you are not from Taris originally. All me to introduce myself – my name is Jergan.” The man--Jergan--was seemingly directing his introduction toward Gwen.

The woman flashed a smile, moving forward, which admittedly confused Carth. He’d not known her for very long, but it seemed a bit out of character compared to what he had come to know of her. “Pleased to meet you. My name's Gwen.” Was she flirting with him? It hardly seemed like the time… though they did need information. Perhaps this was just the woman’s way of being ‘subtle’ with her questioning.

“What do you think of our local music?” Jergen asked. “The band is quite good, wouldn't you agree? They're on the verge of intergalactic stardom, you know.”

“It's different, but I like it,” Gwen said.

“Obviously you have an ear for music,” he continued in an approving tone. “Mark my words, they'll be famous soon enough. They were about to go on tour before this Sith quarantine stranded them here. Would you like to meet the band after the show? Maybe have a brief brush with fame before they become intergalactic superstars? I can arrange it, you know.”

Gwen raised her eyebrows as her expression shifted to one of mild surprise. “Oh really? And just how will you arrange that?”

“I have a sort of standing arrangement with one of the Rodian bodyguards backstage. For the small sum of twenty credits he'll let me set up a meeting with you and the band.”

Gwen snorted, trying to hold back a laugh. “I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

“Are you certain? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity – meet the legends before they were famous. All it will cost you is a small handful of credits.”

The woman folded her arms. “Sounds like you're running a scam to me.”

“You sting me with your words!” Jergen said, feigning hurt. “I merely thought I could offer you the rare opportunity to meet a celebrity before they were famous. But I see you're not interested. That's too bad. They really are charming fellows. Very well, then – I hope you enjoy the music. If you change your mind come speak with me again.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and began to walk away, at which point, Carth thought it might be better to try to continue the conversation himself. After all, they’d not really gotten any useful information from him as of yet, and this man might still know something useful to them.

“Excuse me,” Carth said attempting to address Jergen himself, but he didn’t get very far before the other man waved in a dismissive gesture.

“Look, no hard feelings, my good man, but I can't really talk with you right now,” Jergen said, lowering his voice, presumably so no one else in the music room would overhear. “It's difficult enough to draw the interest of the ladies in this establishment as it is. Surely you understand what I'm talking about. I'd guess you've experienced many lonely evenings... something I'm hoping to avoid tonight.” He gestured a bit with his head toward Gwen. “Good luck.”

Before Carth had the chance to protest the insinuation, Jergen had started moving. It seemed he had spotted his next prospect across the room. The pilot shook his head at the comments and went to go find Gwen again, who was already mid-conversation with another male patron.

“Someone sure makes fast friends,” he muttered under his breath as he moved to stand behind her.

“It's good to talk about this stuff – It gets pretty lonely up at the military base,” Carth overheard the man she was talking to say. “I have to get going soon – I've got a shift at the base... but some of us junior Sith officers are having a party tonight to blow off some steam. I'd really like to see you again. Why don't you drop by the party? It’s at the apartment complex next door to the base, apartment A-06.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Gwen said coyly. “Not sure I have anything suited to wear back on the ship. I wasn’t exactly planning on going to any parties during our supplies stop…”

“You know, just because I'm with the Sith doesn't mean I don't know how to have a good time. You'll enjoy yourself. I promise. Don't be late. We're starting right after our shifts end. And don’t worry. Most of us won't even be going back to the base to lock up our uniforms, so I’m sure you’ll look fine. I look forward to seeing you there.”

Carth cleared his throat once the man had left. “An off-duty Sith, Gwen? Really?”

“What? He seemed nice enough…” she replied dismissively.

“You can’t be serious. We’re trying to keep a low profile here. You start asking the Sith about the crashed escape pods and somebody is gonna start getting suspicious.”

“Well, I didn’t ask him about the escape pods once I knew he was Sith. I’m stupid, Carth…”

“Well then what’s this with a party now? We’re not on vacation…”

“I may have just found us a way into the Under City… or did you forget that the planet is under quarantine and the only people allowed to travel to the lower levels are the Sith? Just trust me on this.”

Carth scoffed at the notion.Trust coercing with an enemy junior officer on an enemy-controlled planet? ‘Brilliant,’ he thought sarcastically. “Well forgive me if I’m sceptical at believing that you partying with the enemy is going to help our situation any.”

“Then you’re welcome to stay back at the apartment,” she said flatly as she rolled her eyes. “Me? I’ve got plans for tonight…”

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msmkcreates · 5 years

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Drabble--Cut the Binds

[Patrons got this in January! They get twice-weekly drabbles before anyone else!]

Pairing: Yandere!Mutt/Reader

Continuation of "Strings of Fate"

Warnings: character death, illness, obsessive/stalker/yandere behavior, angst

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He didn't mean for it to be this way.

He had had everything planned right down to the minute, from the second you walked into his life. He had plotted every single twist and turn, nudged everything into place like the world's most elaborate puzzle.

Habits? He had slowly weeded out the bad ones--helped you quit smoking from the shadows, gotten rid of your ex that won't stop bothering you, even arranged for a “mix-up” to send you healthy ingredients daily.

His brother? Adored, by you. Nothing made him happier than having you both where he could watch you, seeing you make each other happy. He could watch you all day.

Routine? Memorized. Friends and suitors? Discouraged from interfering.

Everything was perfect. You were perfect, Black was perfect, having you in the same house was perfect.

Being invited to your bed was perfect.

He had everything he could ever want--a view of the two of you not hidden in shadows, a chance to run his hands over you and press all those amazing buttons he had longed to play with. He had turned you to putty beneath him with those fingers and that tongue, and you rewarded him with your lips on his body and valiantly attempting to take all of him inside you the first time.

He could reach out and touch you now. And it only made him that much hungrier for you, just as he had planned.

He had planned for everything...but he hadn't planned for this.

He watched from the edge of the room, ironically itching for a smoke. Black spoke to you in a hushed voice, positive things, but his shoulders betrayed him--

Lung cancer. It was his fault, he had decided--he hadn't helped you quit smoking fast enough, he hadn't made sure you went to the doctor, he hadn't thought to get you checked by a healer.

Only days left now. And for those days he stood vigilant over your bed, against the wall and rooted to the spot. Denial, anger, bargaining...he'd done all of those things, but instead of acceptance he found himself burning with even more anger and despair.

Whenever his brother left he was sure to be at your bedside, and there were things he regretted in those moments.

Sometimes he regretted ever meeting you. Sometimes he regretted not knowing you sooner. Others still he regretted the way he had loved you, the way he had stalked you instead of just discovering you candidly like a normal person--so obsessed he had been with appearing perfect for you, with knowing exactly what to say and what to do that he had missed out on months of you, missed out on hundreds of nights of showing you how much he loved you.

He will survive this, for Black's sake. He will probably find somebody new to obsess over, if history serves as an example. Logically, he knows these things.

But his soul doesn't care--it's cracking and whining under the pressure and the guilt, it's threatening to break.

His head whips up as the heart monitor picks up and you start to cough, and within seconds he's holding one healing palm to your chest and panicking--not now, not yet, he needs more time! You were supposed to be his whole life, he isn't ready to let you go!

The coughing slows and you groan, eyelids fluttering open, and he sighs, careful of your wires as he climbs into the bed to wrap around you. You hum a little, happy, leaning into his embrace, and he's struck with the urge to say something. To say everything.

“i've loved you from the moment i first saw you,” he said suddenly, fingers brushing through your hair.

“At the cafe?” You asked hoarsely.

“no. before that. a long time before.” Mutt mumbled, pressing his teeth to your hair. “saw you in the grocery store. at the deli. looked like an angel, i wanted you so badly i...i followed you home. and every day for six months i did that, and i...i killed your ex, i just wanted him to leave you alone.”

He breathed deeply and forced himself to continue before you could stop him with what would undoubtedly be an expression of disgust or fear.

“i hid your cigarettes. i mapped out your routines, your favorite places. i...thought i had it all planned,” he said, words coming quicker as he squeezed you, fighting tears. “that day in the cafe, sitting at the only table with an outlet, slipping sans’ number in your bag, bumping into you everywhere for weeks after...all of it was my fault, i just needed you in my life, i needed you and my brother and i needed you together because the fuckin’ gods know i'm too broken for either of you. i knew every inch of your body before i ever touched you, knew every corner of your mind before i ever talked to you.”

He kissed your hair again, and you didn't fight him at all, but he felt a near-imperceptible grip as you tangled one hand in his shirt, returning his embrace.

“but ya surprised me, darlin’,” he chuckled, encouraged by your lack of outcry. “because there wasn't a moment of any day where i didn't look at you and see something new. i could look at you for a thousand years and i would never get tired of your smile, or your laugh, or even the way you look when you're mad at me. so i can't...i can't just...let you go, i can't do that, i won't do that. this wasn't part of the plan, princess.”

No response as the heart monitor picked up, and you coughed against his chest.

He was quick to move to give you a little room, but you shook your head.

“No...no time,” you coughed, and he nearly crushed you with his hug, willing the limits of his healing magic over and over to try and bring that heart rate to normal. The beep was a curse in his skull, and it banged a tattoo inside it that he would never forget.

“there's time,” he insisted, dragging you upright to help with the cough. He had to know, now that it was out there, if you were afraid. If you hated him now. He had to know. “there's time, for fuck's sake, so don't you fuckin’ quit on me.”

You struggled to reach up and cover your cough in his embrace, and you leaned up. He got the message and leaned closer…

Your lips barely missed his teeth before your head lolled to the side. Your hand released his shirt, and fell limp to the sheets.

The heart monitor beeped, and then let out one long, continuous beep to haunt him, and at last the tears came against his will as he held you up against him, trying to gather all of you so you didn't look so…

...dead.

By the time his brother came running in, he had gone numb.

He couldn't hear anything or anyone as they pried you away from him. He could only see the doctor check his watch, and close the curtains. He could only see his brother as he grasped your face, brilliant drops of wine falling from his sockets in his sorrow.

His brother. The one he had to protect, the one who loved you almost as much as he did.

The only thing he had left.

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jolie-lambert · 7 years

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too good at goodbyes → jeli

TAGGING → Jolie Lambert & Eli James

LOCATION → The Bluebird

TIMEFRAME → Friday night

Eli had thought about what to do for what felt like weeks, and every time he thought he had reached a decision, something pulled him away from it. One thing was certain, he couldn't string Jolie along─ he didn't want to because he cared about her and he respected her too much to do that. He just couldn't bring himself to care about her as much as he still cared about Frannie. It was late in the evening, after closing hours, but Eli knew he'd find Jolie in the Bluebird: she was always the last one to leave. He got off his bike and reached the door, knocking on it briefly a few times. "It's me. Eli," he said, as if the bike hadn't already announced him. His insides were tied into a knot, and his head was a mess, something cold and hard was clutching at his heart, which fought back with frantic beats. This was it. "Hey," he mustered a weak smile when the door opened to show his girlfriend.

Jolie was well aware that things weren't the same between her and Eli, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. It was always there, this creeping feeling in the far back of her mind that she wasn't the one he truly wanted to be with. She could tell that there was a pull between him and Frannie, that there always would be, but she didn't want to admit it to herself for fear of losing him. After all, Jolie had been crushing on Eli for much too long and now that she finally had him, she wasn't ready to let him go. She was only fooling herself, though, thinking that with time they would get back to the way things were—were they ever even really that great, though? Distracted by her work (accounting always did the trick), she hardly noticed the sound of his bike and only looked up from her papers when she heard his voice. He looked discouraged—that smile on his face was hardly close to the one he usually gave her—and Jolie immediately dropped the pen she had been holding. "What's wrong?"

Eli felt his resolve fade. Just the sight of Jolie had him questioning the decision he thought he made─ yet again. If he could somehow keep them together, in some bubble where no one else could touch them, he honestly believed he could fall for her. After all, /she/ was his type: kind, smart, beautiful, warm. But she deserved so much more than what he had to give her, and that was the thought that sealed his decision earlier that day. It almost felt like an excuse, like some selfish reasoning for breaking things off, to make him look or feel better. The truth was, a large part of him believed in it. He still couldn't tell what she saw in him and why she stuck around this long. Breathing out a humorless chuckle, Eli leaned against the door frame and shook his head. "Everything's messed up, isn't it? This isn't how it was supposed to be for us."

Jolie Despite already having a bad feeling about his presence because of the look on his face, his words practically sealed the deal. Jolie slowly stood up and circled out from around the table she'd been sitting at, walking in his direction. "What are you talking about, Eli?" she asked, concern filling her voice. Her eyebrows crinkled with minor anxiety as she waited for him to say what she knew he would. "We're... we're okay, aren't we? I know things were shaky before, but that was just a rough patch, wasn't it?" she asked hopefully, not wanting him to say the words that were clearly waiting on the tip of his tongue.

Eli saw the concern on her face, as much as he heard it in her voice. It was weighing her down, and he wanted to punch himself in the gut for making her go through this. Jolie standing up wasn't something he thought would happen; truth be told, the distance between them when she was sitting was as literal as it was metaphorical, and it made things somehow clearer. With Jolie approaching him, that same distance diminished, Eli's insides twisted, and once again doubt flooded his mind. He reached out with his hands, framed her face gently between his palms, and pressed his lips to her forehead. "I don't think we are. I'm not," he whispered, and pulled away to look at her. "And I don't know if I can fix it anymore."

Jolie 's eyes closed over as Eli's lips pressed against her forehead gently. The words which followed his action made her heart sink, and her mind immediately went to the worst place. There was only one explanation for his sudden change in behavior and it was the girl who had been in town for much too long now. With a heavy sigh, Jolie reached up and placed a palm on both of his hands, removing them from her face. "Is this about Frannie?" she asked point-blank, feeling as though knowing for certain would somehow make the breakup that much easier.

Eli knew Jolie was aware of his history with Frannie, especially the recent history which may not have been romantic, but it was still present. Eli himself was confused about his feelings, and how to deal with them. For the longest while, breaking up with Frannie, as much as it hurt, was the most sensible option, the only viable one. Everything else would have just been prolonging the inevitable. But that never meant he stopped loving her. And it didn't mean he didn't care about Jolie. Sighing, he ran his hands over his face, and it took him a long moment before he could face Jolie's eyes again. "In a way, but not how you think. I haven't been with her, and I don't see us getting back together. But I can't string you along when I'm still battling these old feelings."

Jolie As much as Jolie wanted to understand what he was saying and give him the benefit of the doubt, she couldn't. She was hurt. It had been so long since he and Frannie broke up, yet here he was telling her he still had feelings for her. He still had feelings for her even while he had been dating /Jolie./ That part was the part that stung the most. "It was her the whole time," she spoke softly. She slowly began shaking her head in disbelief and subconsciously took a step back, as if she needed to physical separate herself from him now.

Eli felt like someone had punched him the gut when Jolie pulled away like she was disgusted by him. The worst part was he couldn't blame her for it. He turned out to be a grade A dick, just because he was incapable of dealing with his emotions. He knew he never needed them anyway, and all he's done since having them is hurt other people. "I'm sorry," he said, instead of using some lame excuse about how it was different while she was away. Sure, it was different. But he always knew Frannie was the one for him, that no other could compare. And while she was away, it was easier not to compare the way they both made him feel, or the effects they've had on him. But now, it's gone for too long and he had to cut it short and do the right thing for once. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Jolie bowed her head at his apology, torn between being the bigger person and accepting it and telling him what was really on her mind. Unfortunately, Jolie was a rather passive, quiet person, and it took a lot of work to get her feelings out in the open. So, in her usual fashion, she simply crossed her arms over her chest and gave a nod of her head, falling quiet. What was she going to say? That he hurt her? That he shouldn't have tried being in a new relationship if he wasn't ready for one? Nothing she could say would change the fact that they were breaking up. That /he/ was breaking up with /her./

Eli stared at Jolie as she battled with her thoughts, and he knew she was holding back. A nod couldn't have been all she had to say to the ending of their relationship. It only made him feel worse. "You're not gonna say anything?" He asked, dreading equal parts the silence as well as her telling him everything he deserved to hear.

Jolie "What's there to say?" she asked rhetorically. Her hands lowered to her waist and she began rubbing her fingers together anxiously. "You made up your mind, there's no changing it. I'm not going to be /angry/ with you, Eli. That would be immature. I guess I just..." she paused, inhaling deeply. "I just wish we hadn't been together in the first place if there was never going to be a future."

Eli nodded his head, defeated by his own mistakes. Jolie was right, he was foolish to do this in the first place, and no explanation now would change his actions. No explanation would make Jolie feel better. He wanted to tell her that his only regret now was the way things were ending, with her heart broken, and his in no better shape. That he wished they could have been together under different circumstances. But what good would that do? "Being mad at me wouldn't be immature. You have every right to feel that way," he finally sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

Jolie gave a little shrug before reaching up to brush her hair off her shoulder. "Well, I'm not mad," she began, picking and choosing her next words carefully. "Maybe it's more like disappointed. Disappointed that this didn't work out. Disappointed that I couldn't... be enough for you," she finished, meeting his eyes only then.

Eli 's eyes closed over when he heard those words leave her lips. If he thought it couldn't get any worse, it just did. Scratching the back of his neck, he wanted to reach for her and grab her hand, tell her things he had never been able to vocalize before, but none of it happened. "I am, too. At any other time in my life, you would have been everything."

Jolie "But I'm not," she croaked, her eyes beginning to well with tears. It wasn't as though they'd been together all that long in the grand scheme of things, nor had they really been that serious, but she always had a little bit of a crush on Eli and he had finally been hers. Or, at least, that's what she thought. Turned out he had always been someone else's. "Maybe you should just go home, Eli."

Eli felt his insides turn to ice at the sound of her voice, nearly breaking with tears. This was his doing, he was the one who made her feel that way. Whatever he would have normally done to comfort her, hold her in his arms and tell her it'll be okay, none of it was an option now. The only option was the one she gave him. Nodding his head, a grim look on his face, Eli turned to the door, and took his first steps. Right before he reached them, he turned around to look at her one more time, words burning on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them down and walked out of the Bluebird, and possibly out of Jolie's life.

Jolie 's insides were twisting as Eli stood silent before her, as if he were considering the options. Leave, and possibly never have a chance to talk about this again, or even worse, talk to her again at all, or stay and risk saying things that neither of them could ever take back. She wasn't at all prepared for the latter and knew that if he took that chance, she'd fall apart right at the seams. Thankfully, he chose to leave, but it was hardly a relief even as he walked towards the door. She desperately wanted to call out for him, beg him to stay and change his mind, but she knew she couldn't. He'd said what was on his mind, he'd made his feelings known. She wasn't the one for him, which meant he wasn't the one for her, either. Still, there was a friendship that would be lost now, and Jolie wasn't sure if they'd ever get it back. Biting her lip as he turned to look at her, Jolie tried to remain still and in place. And, it wasn't until the door chimed as he left that she spoke up. "Drive safely."

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annandrade1995 · 4 years

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