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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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Hi Tsari!! *waves* For the Sicktember prompts, either Scott - 17. or Kayo (if you’re doing Kayo) - 3. Please??? :)

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Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Scott, Kayo

Sick days were a luxury Scott couldn't allow himself, no matter what his stomach had to say on the matter. @sicktember prompt 17: Ginger Ale and Crackers

I'm only doing one prompt at a time but I will do the Kayo one tomorrow (alongside some boys because that's another prompt that's been requested more than once). Her presence in this one was unexpected, I have to admit - I don't really write her much as a rule.

"Ginger ale and crackers" is something I'd never really heard of, so I had to look up what it was supposed to be a remedy for. Turns out it's nausea, so there's a nausea warning on this fic. Stress is mean when it wants to be.

Sicktember 2021 Prompts - I only plan on writing prompts if I get a request for them, so request away :D Doesn’t have to be TAG - characters from any fandom can be requested (although I can only guarantee I’ll work with ones I know)

Scott knew he was in for a bad day when he opened his eyes, saw that dawn was still a little way off, and his stomach churned. He didn’t get sick often, but the particular sensation of nausea coiling in the belly was unmistakable, and safe in the knowledge that it was entirely too early for anyone else in his family to be awake – even Gordon didn’t leave his room before the dawn – Scott curled up around his stomach, arms embracing it tenderly.

He couldn’t be sick. He couldn’t afford to be sick – International Rescue had only just started back up after- after Dad’s crash, and the eyes of not just the GDF but also the world were on them, scrutinising and waiting to pounce. Just one mistake, one life lost that should have been saved, one error in judgement, and he’d prove the sceptics right – prove that he couldn’t do this.

For the sake of his brothers, for the sake of Dad and his dream, Scott had to succeed. Had to save everyone (like he hadn’t been able to save Dad), had to sweet-talk the GDF into letting their operations continue, had to prove that just because Jeff Tracy was no longer at the helm didn’t mean International Rescue shouldn’t be allowed to operate any more.

There was a pile of reports that had to be finished from last night’s rescue. Some TI was lurking in there as well, Dad’s other project and the reason IR could even function. Scott couldn’t afford to take a sick day.

If he did, everything would fall apart.

His traitorous body responded with a surge of bile that tickled the back of his throat in a clear threat. Rest, or else.

Scott would have gladly slept until dawn, but the same traitorous body that wanted him to rest also deprived him of sleep, too intent on stuffing his stomach with nausea and aches. Curled up in a ball in a desperate attempt to persuade his body that no, it wasn’t sick, Scott watched his bedroom slowly brighten as dawn broke and tried not to panic when the symptoms didn’t subside.

Where had this even come from? His immune system was strong, and he was fairly certain he hadn’t been exposed to anything on the rescue. Last night’s dinner had been take-out, so there was no chance that Grandma had accidentally poisoned him again, either. An upset stomach made no sense.

The first rays of the dawn sun crept through his window, passing over his face and catching his eyes.

Time to get up.

Dragging his unwilling body out of bed was a contest of wills. Mind over matter hauled him into the shower, where he hunched over, fighting the instinct to sit down and curl into a little ball in a desperate ploy to ease the nausea. Sheer stubbornness got him through his morning routine – although he was fairly certain there were more hairs out of place than he’d normally permit – and down into the kitchen, where he met his first true obstacle.

He set the coffee machine going out of habit as he raided the cupboards for breakfast. Nothing fancy or lengthy – a bowl of muesli was both nutritious and filling – but a necessity as he mentally prepared for a morning of paperwork.

The idea of going for his normal morning run crossed his mind as he let the mixture soak. Running off whatever was plaguing his stomach was an appealing prospect; fresh air always worked wonders, and nothing beat decent exercise for keeping the body in shape.

Then the coffee maker chirped its alert that it was finished and the scent of the fresh brew wafted across the kitchen.

Scott was heaving before it even registered, nothing thankfully coming up but a clear final warning that his body would not be tolerating certain triggers. He wasn’t daft enough to ignore that and made a quick decision. One hand snatched up the bowl of soaking muesli, the other grabbed a spoon, and he beat a hasty retreat up to Dad’s desk, where the work was waiting for him.

The run – and the coffee – could be skipped. The reports could not.

The work was very hard to focus on as his stomach continued to stage an ongoing protest. The cause still wasn’t clear, and Scott wished he could just ask it what the problem was – or better yet, tell it to stop being a nuisance and be obeyed – but unfortunately stomachs didn’t talk, or obey commands.

In fact, it seemed to get worse the moment the thought crossed his mind, as though it knew he’d considered it and had taken offence. The bowl of cereal sitting innocently on the desk next to the holoprojector, spoon sticking out and reflecting the early morning light, didn’t seem particularly inviting.

Not eating wasn’t an option, though. His family would worry, and besides, not eating really would make him ill, so with a grimace he grabbed the spoon and scooped up some of the mixture.

His stomach revolted at once, and it was all Scott could do to choke down the mouthful without letting anything come up. Muesli was apparently a no-go. If even one mouthful did that, there was no way he’d get through the entire bowl.

A slender hand encroached on his periphery and he blinked as the bowl was whisked away, looking up at the perpetrator. Hazel eyes gazed back, concern broadcasting as clearly as he’d seen any emotion in them since, well.

Since they’d both lost their fathers.

Tanusha had never been the most open of girls, but as the Kyranos had joined their family she’d slowly let down her defences. That had resulted in mischief – Scott had no qualms about saying his little sister was just as bad as his brothers when she’d wanted to be – and a sly grin becoming her default expression more often than not.

Then the Zero-X had happened, Scott had lost his father, and Kyrano had vanished with barely any warning at all. Tanusha had become Kayo, and the walls had slammed back up. On one level, Scott thought he understood – whatever his intentions, Kyrano had abandoned her, and with no blood family left, she was rather the odd one out. An adopted sister in amongst a hoard of blood brothers.

On another level, it was another thing to weigh on his mind. Scott loved all his siblings fiercely – adopted or blood – and watching Kayo retreat into her shell again had hurt. It had taken more than he had to try and coax her back out again, and it was a blemish on his personal record as a big brother that Grandma had been far more successful than he’d been in that regard. Maybe if he’d been better, tried harder, realised she was hurting too earlier, she wouldn’t still be so closed off compared to before.

Moments like this, where the walls lowered a little and he could read the emotions in her eyes, were slowly increasing in frequency, but they were still uncommon. In light of that, Scott couldn’t even be mad that she’d stolen his breakfast.

“I was eating that,” he protested, although it was half-hearted to his own ears. A raised eyebrow told him that Kayo heard it, too.

“You were about to throw it all back up again,” she retorted, crossing her arms. The bowl dangled somewhat precariously from her fingers, the contents threatening to spill along the floor much like his stomach was threatening to do.

“No, I wasn’t!”

“You’ve almost thrown up twice this morning already,” she informed him coolly, as though he wasn’t aware of that – he was, although he wasn’t aware that she’d seen either occasion. “You should be in bed, Scott.”

He shook his head immediately, a little desperation oozing into the action unbidden. “No! No, I need to get this done.” He met her eyes evenly, and past the concern he could see the resignation. Suddenly promoted to their head of security now Kyrano was gone, he knew she understood. Maybe better than anyone else did. “You know I do, Kayo.”

A rebellious stomach couldn’t be enough to stop him. It wouldn’t impress the GDF or the world.

She sighed, shoulders slumping. “Can’t John do it?” It was a half-hearted protest at best. John was busy with finishing off his PhD, and Scott point blank refused to distract him from that with this. It was bad enough that John insisted on still being their communications specialist, although he had put forward a solid argument about the benefits of being on Thunderbird Five for his research.

Scott gave her a tired look that brooked no arguments. “No.”

The noise she made was displeased but acknowledging. After all, she understood.

“If you’re sick, don’t eat this stuff,” she continued, “or drink that coffee you were brewing.”

Scott’s stomach churned at the mere mention of the drink.

“I’ll get you something better,” she promised. “I know a recipe.” There was no wait for a response before she walked away, his bowl of muesli firmly in her grip. Scott stared after her for a moment, trying to remember the last time he’d seen his sister cooking in the kitchen – not since Kyrano had left – before catching sight of the holographic paperwork in his periphery and remembering why he was out of bed despite his stomach’s continued attempts to the contrary.

Paperwork had a way of absorbing time, so Scott had no idea how long had passed when a glass was slid onto the desk in front of him. The drink it contained was cloudy, somewhere between yellow and orange in colour.

“Drink that in sips, not all at once,” Kayo told him firmly as she deposited a plate of savoury crackers next to it. “And don’t eat those all at once, either.”

“What is it?” Scott lifted the glass cautiously and took a tentative sniff. The unmistakable scent of ginger assaulted his nostrils, but much to his relief his stomach didn’t take that as a trigger to exaggerate its constant temper tantrum.

“Homemade ginger ale,” Kayo said, somewhat needlessly. “It’s a family recipe that’s good for nausea.”

Family recipe? It wasn’t a Tracy family recipe, which meant… Scott swallowed, and was immediately attacked by the taste of bile. Kyrano had been an amazing chef, and Kayo had often been found with him, learning dishes Scott couldn’t even begin to remember the names of – many of which were Malay in origin, or so he’d been told – but that had just left her with an aversion for the kitchen ever since he’d left.

This was the first time he knew of that she’d used it for anything more than grab-and-go since then.

He took a tentative sip, intense hazel eyes watching – no doubt his sister was willing to snatch it away again if he drank what she considered too much in one go. His stomach didn’t immediately revolt, which was a pleasant change, and he carefully deposited the glass back on the desk.

“Thanks,” he said. “It tastes amazing.” It did, and even his stomach seemed to be permitting it to go unchallenged. He reached for a cracker to nibble on and begrudgingly returned his attention to the piles of reports that needed dealing with.

He didn’t miss the way Kayo softened slightly, barely-visible tension bleeding away. “You’re welcome,” she replied, turning on her heel and starting to walk away. “Oh, and Scott?”

“Mm?”

“I know that stuff needs to be done, but take it easy today, okay? If you don’t, I’ll alert John.”

Threat delivered, she vanished, leaving Scott gaping in betrayal. He’d thought she understood!

Still, regardless of her betrayal, the ginger ale still tasted amazing. Scott and his stomach could both agree on that.

#sicktember2021 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #scott tracy #kayo kyrano #thunderfluff #writerpyre #sicktember

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qilwashere · 3 years

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Hinata Shoyo

Hinata is your neighbor, and you've known each other for the past few years.

You met him near the bathrooms by the water fountains at one of his games, ironically, right after he had gone into the men's room to empty his stomach, since he used to get nervous all the time before a match. Since then he's gotten better, but you still worry for him sometimes.

You always help each other with homework or volleyball, although it's kind of one-sided, since you're super smart and he's very dedicated to being a middle blocker.

You always thought of him as a best friend, nothing more, although over the past few weeks, you'd been questioning yourself about that. He's been hanging out with you less, but youre pretty sure it's just because he's been busier lately. Sometimes your anxiety gets the best of you and you wonder if you did something to provoke him to not want to be around you. Every time this thought pops up in your head you have to take a deep breath to rid your brain of it.

At school his grades have gradually getting worse so you proposed a study date. As soon as you asked him you went red, hoping he didn't take it the wrong way. "I-I didn't mean a real date, it's not like--" you stumbled over your words, but he interrupted you with a laugh and said "Sure, that'd be nice. Whatever day you're free," he smiled at you. You nodded quickly and agreed on a Wednesday. You both parted ways until the set date.

At around 5:40 that Wednesday, you pace around your bedroom waiting for that familiar chime coming from your front door, letting you know that Hinata was there. It never arrives, and your worries that he's trying to keep out of contact with you come flooding your mind once again. You hope that at least he'll text you that he couldn't make it, but no chimes come from your phone either.

The next day, Thursday, at school, you don't see him in any of your usual classes together, which concerns you because he almost never misses a day. Is he sick? you wonder to yourself, and can't get him off your mind until your friend Yachi invites you to her table at lunch to discuss the new club openings that they could join together.

You start to ask her if she's seen Hinata but stop yourself mid-phrase and continue eating.

The days drag along. You haven't heard a thing from Shoyo all week.

You make a last attempt to contact him by texting, "Hey, we missed our study session :p wanna try again tomorrow?" It was a Sunday, so you felt like the next day would be a good time. It surprises you when he responds almost immediately after with "Sure :D See you at school :)". Your heart leaps but you remember that this could all be a set up.

Nah, you reassure yourself, Shoyo's way too nice for that.

For the rest of the day you surprise yourself when your feet guide you to the school gymnasium. You walk in hesitantly towards the door and remember that--

Of course. Why did you think the gym would just be open to anyone? On a Sunday, at that? You bury your face in your hand and turn back when someone comes up behind you-- Yachi.

"Hi Y/N! What are you doing here? I came because I was forgot my bag in here on Friday and never got a chance to get it back. I figured I'd stop by and pick it up before school tomorrow," she says casually. You stare at her wide-eyed. "...Is something wrong?" She asks you. You shake you head no but reply, "I was.. uh, well I was hoping to practice volleyball drills for a bit." Your response surprises you, since you'd been happy to talk with people about it but never really played the sport, or seemed interested in doing so.

"We can't get in without the key, though, so--" you start, but Yachi cuts you off: "Oh, that's no problem, I'm the manager of the volleyball club! I thought I told you... Anyways, let me just make sure I have it on me--" she pauses and pats herself down until she finds a keychain in her pocket, "--we're good!" She says cheerfully.

Your bubbly friend unlocks the key to the Karasuno gym and pulls the basket of volleyballs out of the corner. You grab a ball and toss it up, lace your hands together and face your forearms towards the ceiling, and bend your knees to receive.

The toss was off so you have to shift to the left a little to receive it right, but the feeling of it bouncing off of your arms is so... exciting. You shuffle your feet quickly forward to get directly under the ball again and - POOMF - you hit it up perfectly again. The ball comes down once more and this time when you receive it, you decide to send it over and aim for the left corner of the court. You brace your arms, wait for the point of contact, shrug your shoulders and send the ball flying up... Over... And right inside the left lines on the other side of the net.

You pat yourself on the back for a second and continue doing some volleyball practice. You practice aiming your tosses and have Yachi (attempt to) give you some good sets for spikes. After about an hour and a half, the sun starts to disappear behind the hills. You pick up the balls with the new club manager and say your goodbyes before heading home.

Once you get to your room, you notice that your laptop is open so you decide to check your socials. You try to deny it but you know you're secretly hoping for a DM from Shoyo. As you scroll through your messages you start seeing chats that you hadn't opened in a good while. They don't interest you, though, because you just want to hear from that energetic tangerine-haired boy.

You slump onto your bouncy mattress and it seems to groan in agony as you get comfortable. Eventually your eyelids grow heavy and you decide to rest.

That next day, Hinata comes over to your house, and you're just hopping into your neatest skirt when you open the door. You're ready for your study date, but before you can stay anything, he grabs your hand and almost drags you down the block to a wide field. As you're jogging beside him on that cloudy day, struggling to keep up, you sneak a glance at him and notice that he's looking happier than you'd ever seen him. You smile to yourself, look down, up again, and run faster to challenge his speed.

"No fair, you got a head start!" He pants, and you laugh.

Eventually you get to a large field with tall grass and a few dandelions.

"I... Need a break," you can barely get out as you bend over and breathe hard. Hinata does the same thing, and after a moment he says, "Hey, (Y/N), see that really tall blade of grass over there?" He says to you. "You mean the one that's taller than you?" You joke, and he scowls. "....Yeah, that one. I'll race you to it!" He taunts, and you gladly accept the challenge. Forgetting about school for a while, you sprint towards the grass towering over all the rest. He beats you, as always, but you don't care because even if you lost, you had more time to spend with him and that's all you needed.

By the time you reach the grass, you're both too weak to stand up, so you lay in the field, next to each other, hands just barely touching, and look at the clouds in the sky. You breathe hard and think about your best friend beside you, and feel yourself blush as you smile to yourself again.

It's quiet so as you push yourself up on your elbows, you try think of a way to start a conversation. "I, uh... I practiced some volleyball yesterday." You stumble over your words, but he perks right up at this, wide-eyed since you're not exactly the athletic type.

"Really?! How was it? Did you hit a spike? Did you practice your tosses? How were your receives? When the ball hit your arm did it go 'poomf?'" He bombards you with questions, doing the same movements he usually would on the court, since this is his area of expertise.

You try to answer him the best you can, "Well, actually, I did try to hit the ball over - Yachi, the new manager, tossed some balls to me - but they always hit the net... My sets were pretty good, and, I could control my receives!" You got excited near the end, almost bouncing, because the few times you practiced with Hinata, strangely, you struggled the most with your receives.

Hinata seems to remember that, because when you mention your improvement, he almost yells, "That's great Y/N! We should practice one day!" You agree with a giggle.

After a few minutes, the world seems to calm down, and so do you. Taking in loads of air at a time, you stare at the sky and try to trace shapes in the clouds.

"I miss you," Hinata says suddenly, almost under his breath. It surprises you and you go silent for a while. "I..I missed you too. A lot," you add, unsure of how to really respond.

He sits up and says, "I'm sorry we haven't talked, it was an accident. I got caught up in volleyball and my failing grades but-- but the few days I haven't seen you made me realize that I want you... More than you, or I, even know..." He trails off, playing with his fingers, and your heart skips a beat.

"I need you, (Y/N)." Hinata mumbles, staring at your bright (E/C) eyes. You nod, not knowing what to say. "Can I.. can I have you?" He asks, embarrassed. You nod again, harder, and grin at him. "Yeah," you just barely whisper, gazing at him as if he were the only thing in the world, and for that minute, he was.

He returns the smile, and it seems like, for that second that he does, the clouds go away, almost like they're making room for the ball of sunshine sitting next to you.

In that moment, with the (real) sun setting, and the dandelions swaying in the slight breeze, you realize that you do love this boy, and that you'd do anything for him. You move your hand slightly to the right so that your pinkie is resting on top of his. You sneak glances at him, and wonder if something's gonna happen.

Shoyo is quiet for the rest of the time, and you don't kiss, but that's okay because...

Because he's yours. And you're his. And that's a better feeling than any kiss could've granted you.

|~Fin~|

AHHH I know there wasnt much action lol I just had to do this lol. As always thanks for reading <3

#hinata shoyo x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #oh right idk how to use tags

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amunraanders · 4 years

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Gif : dreamerbellamy

PART TWO

"You promised you would stay away from her.She's just a fragile human.How many more Times are you going to Break your promises?No Wonder No one trusts you.Its impossible when all you do is lie" Caroline was more than pissed,she was ready to rip his head off.How many more times was he going to lie to them before finally revealing the spell that could make the dead come Back.

They tried to give Kai a Chance to prove himself but he kept going on with his usual behaviour,lying,manipulating and betraying them.Not that he could be Held accountable for it because after all it was Bonnie and Damon who left him in yet another prison world as if spending the Last 18 years in one wasn't enough.

Truth was he wanted to Change,He wanted to prove them wrong but that naggig feeling of being called a 'softie' after breaking down his Walls simply wouldn't let him do it.There was a soft Side to him He Just needed a reason to let it shine through and because that reason didn't show up in his life yet he kept pushing everyone away yet again.

"You know,I wasn't going to harm her or anything.Truth is curiosity got the better of me after I acidentally saw a picture of her and besides that If she's Just a fragile human why would each and every one of you try to hide her from like she's some Long lost treasure?Doesn't make any Sense to me.There has to be something about her that you all are hiding" by this time Kai had eaten up the whole cupcake and there was a certain look on his face and (Y\N) couldn't quite put her finger around it.Was he just trying to mess with her Friends or was he really that curious about her?She got lost in thoughts about the Stories her Friends been telling her about a certain guy named 'Kai' that killed 4 of his Brothers and Sisters so he got sent away to a Prison world.The very Prison world that Damon and Bonnie were trapped in.(Y\N) thoughts started spinning faster and faster when suddenly a loud gasp left her mouth while she realized that this Guy had to be the Same one her Friends warned her about.

"No.No.Wait a second. Is this THAT Kai?The one you two were imprisoned with for over 4 months?" She got up running to Bonnie's side hugging her tighty .

"I'm so sorry Bonnie.I tought that you and Damon left him in 1903.What is this Psychopath doing here?I mean after everything that happened I hoped that you got rid of him"

"Ouch.Those are some pretty hurtful Things so say about someone you don't know" He slowly got up walking towards her ,eyeing her up and down ,when noticed her take a few steps backwards trying hard not to look Like she was going to pass out just from being in the Same room as him.

"No need to be scared princess ,If I wanted to kill you ..you'd be dead by now and besides it'll be so much fun to watch your freinds explode with Anger while I make you mine." His smile was wider than ever as he watch her Twitch in Response to what he had Just said.In his sick mind he made it his Task to make her his ,and He wasn't going to give up,unless he succeded .

'princess' Just the Sound of it made her body quiver although she wasn't sure If it was because he was straight forward about being Psychopath who could end her Life within matter of seconds or If it was something else..But it couldn't be something else,how could she allow any feelings towards someone who she knew for 3 minutes.(Y\N) started to Shake her head wanting to make clear to everyone that she wasn't having any of it.It was absurd,Just the tought of it gave her goosebumps but at the same time she wanted to know more about him because as a Student studying Psychology she knew exactly that psycopaths were made not born. They were modled by Trauma and abuse from their past childhood.It was all they knew as children.How could they be different as adults?So it made her think 'what if I could Change him..give him a chance to prove that deep inside all he needs is Love and acceptance' (Y\N) really did consider giving him a Chance but then she remembered yet again all those horrible Things He did and she could stop but ask herself 'what if he did that to me?Would be Strong enough to Not break?After all, everything that she ever wished for was the Same as him.Someone to keep her close,someone to love her with all her flaws,the good ones and the Bad ones"

"I think you need a reality Check.Theres No way in hell that you'll get to know more about her than Just her Name" Steffen said as he firmly put one of his hands on his left shoulder making him Stop dead in this Tracks.

Meanwhile Elena and Caroline slowly made their way to Bonnie and (Y\N) both about to explode about the Statement Kai had Made.

"Can you believe this Kid?He thinks He gets to have anything He wants Just because he's this big bag heretic who almost killed his whole Family.Unbelievable.He's completly insane" Caroline almost whispered but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Yeah right, that's Not how things work . Someone should teach him a lesson.This world doesn't revolve around him.We have to get rid of him for good before He does something to (Y\N).First it was Bonnie now its her,this needs to end before it begins" Elena glanced at (Y\N) with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Wait.What If we Just give him what he wants?Maybe he'll leave her alone If she gives in easily.There would be No excitement.I bet he sees all of this as a game,only wanting her to Anger and deflect us" Bonnie explained ,all the while galncing over to Steffen and Kai who were about to rip each others Heads Off.

"Move Steffen.Before I make you move for good" Kai said,his voice Low with a deep Vibration to it wich sent shivers down (Y\N's) spine.Was she Just imaginig it or did He Just Wink at her?It was driving her crazy.He was driving her crazy and although she didn't want to admit it the danger vibe around him slowly started to pull her in Like a Magnet.She needed to know more about him and not only that , as minutes passed by she WANTED to know more.

"Uhoh that's gonna make a pretty good Impression of who you are.I bet she's going to love it" Steffen said irronically while he roughly pushed him backwards and that was when Kai was about to lose it ,Anger overflowing his facial expression as he started to mutter some spell.

"Wait.Don't" (Y\N) exclaimed ,taking slow steps towards Kai, she felt her Heart race faster than ever and she felt Like she was going to have a Heart Attack right then an there If she didn't say what she wanted to quick enough.

"I',m willing to give you a Chance If you finally reaveal that spell to Alaric" she said nervously all the while her eyes never meeting his Not wanting to feel intimidated by his presence.

"How about a Deal with the Devil?" He asked watching her tremble in front of him .

(Part three tomorrow!:D I wanted to make this a bit longer.I Like the tension build up before ,2 Charakters fall or each other:D)

I'm sorry for the typos I'm kinda tipsy..I Love imaginig These Kind of Stories while tipsy\drunk 😂

#kai parker #kai parker smut #chris wood #kai parker imagine #fanfic #kai parker x reader #tvd #fan fic #fan fiction #legacies #malachai parker x reader #tvd x reader #readmyblog #long reads #ready or not #reading #more to come

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Tommy & Meena/Meena & Ro

Slides into ya DMs a million years later

Tommy: [Sends her a link to a facebook post about their dance teacher from when they were kiddos] Tommy: As if she's retiring! 😮 It doesn't seem 5 mins since she was calling me out for picking my nose like Tommy: I wanna get her a pressie or something, what you reckon? 🤔 Gin or bubbles Meena joined the chat 105 minutes ago Meena: I know, crazy isn't it, sure she's telling everyone she doesn't feel anywhere near old enough (hoping they'll say she doesn't look it either) Bless her Meena: and it is a pretty nasty habit I hope you left behind, in fairness 😛 Meena: I don't think she'll oppose either, I'll go in with you on it if that's alright Meena: We should, really Tommy: 😂 Mostly. We all have our off days though, yeah? Bet your thumb still be looking tempting on the reg 😜 Tommy: Fuck it let her be down with the kids and chug down a 'trendy' gin Tommy: Yeah I was gonna ask if you did wanna but knowing you I didn't wanna assume you hadn't already gone all out like 🎉 Tommy: 😇 to my 😈 Meena: Never! That rancid nail paint Ana got me put me off for life Meena: could totally rock a mani now, even if pedis are forever out of the question 💃👣 Meena: I hadn't actually, been so busy with this band stuff with your sisters and that Meena: Probably wouldn't have done it if you hadn't, doesn't want any old riff-raff she barely remembers showing up Meena: her ⭐pupil though, that's different Tommy: fair, she's been at me bout it too Tommy: needs my skills appaz but it'll cost her Tommy: come on, it takes two to tango! nothing without the baby to my johnny 💑 Meena: Nice try but I'm not getting involved in sibling drama, I know better than that 🙅 Meena: my own Brother is going great lengths to avoid me so I'm chilling Meena: 😂 please Meena: if the other girl hadn't got knocked up, baby woulda been surplus from the start Tommy: Drama, me? Please 😂 Tommy: Nah tbh I'm excited to get involved Tommy: & see you lot in action ofc Tommy: Imagine! We'd have to have been going some to be dealing with pregnancy scares at that age even by my ma's standards Meena: 😏 Isn't it on your required curriculum? Meena: Can't blame you Meena: It has been a lot of fun Meena: It'll be good to see you too Meena: 😨 No thank you, I'll leave that to Ali, she's got it covered Meena: No way either of us could keep a child alive 😂 Tommy: You got me 🥊 Tommy: It looks it & the socials never lie Tommy: It'll be fab to see you too! 💙 Tommy: How've you been, girl? Meena: Naturally, filters need not apply Meena: Me? I'm all good Meena: Nothing to report, no pregnancy scares or slightly predatory older men Meena: How's the London life? Tommy: 👍 Tommy: Me either Tommy: Only the teachers 😂 Tommy: London's capital D dramatic but I'm surviving 🤩 Tommy: like you said, required, yeah? Meena: Don't even joke, Mr. Lucas, this new teacher, is soooo sketchy Meena: not that he's likely to go after me 😂 but there will be drama worth reporting there Meena: mark my words Meena: and don't lie, you so LIVE for it, don't you? 🙂 Tommy: Oh my god colour me unsurprised and deeply disturbed Tommy: Trying to big you up without calling you a lolita and all that jazz Tommy: but noted Tommy: Shame the news came too late to get my sister learning from the nuns Tommy: 😂 Meena: Thank the Lord we can rule out everyone but Caleb pretty much for Rio's daddy Meena: she's so cute 😍 Tommy: Right? she's his double Meena: Nah she looks a lot like Ali too Meena: still, Mr. Lucas has not gone that far is my point Meena: she hates him, its so funny 'cos your Ma can't even be mad 😂 Tommy: Yas! Glad she ain't protesting too much Tommy: None of us got time to be dealing with that level of drama even me 😏 Tommy: Ma can ALWAYS be mad tho Meena: I wouldn't like to say Meena: Trying to get me to badmouth all your family today...are you print screening this?! 🙊 Tommy: Only if it gets juicy 😂 Tommy: what'll it take to get you to throwdown on 'em? Meena: 🤐 Tommy: It's been good catching up Tommy: Soz I'm not better at it Meena: No, it's not all you Meena: I'm not the most social of bears Meena: and its been a while Meena: but it was nice 🙂 Tommy: we should get a drink when I'm back 🍹 do it proper Tommy: no pressure like and even less drama Meena: You got it in you to leave it in London? 🤔 Meena: but i'm up for it Meena: I don't drink drink though, just an FYI Tommy: I'll do it for the craic 🍀 Tommy: Still gonna dance on the tables tho, yeah? Meena: 😳🙈 guess so Meena: anything you do, i'll do backwards and in heels Meena: thems still the rules, last I checked Tommy: 👑💚 Tommy: Love it Meena: Okay...Can I just vent at you for a hot sec, Ro Meena: More than free to comment any way you see fit (of course) but also as free to say nothing if you can't or don't wanna Meena: Just need to get it out 'cos what even Ro: Oh...of course Ro: Go ahead Meena: [Screenshots Tommy in her DMs] Meena: so I know its awkward 'cos familial ties and whatnot but WHAT THE WHAT Meena: He's been ignorning me for what, 6 years? Meena: Perhaps a little dramatic but basically Meena: and now we're just meant to move on as if a. those years didn't happen and b. the ones BEFORE didn't either Meena: am I being insane? I tried not to sound it with him but I am at such a loss rn Ro Ro: Um...I'd say it's rather awkward regardless Ro: What was he thinking? Ro: You are most definitely not insane, in fact, I applaud how together you remained Ro: It's a nice idea, in theory, to reconnect, but that's all it can be and surely he must see that Ro: The past can't just be erased when it's convenient Meena: Ugh, thank you! Meena: I can tell you're not just yes-manning me and it is so appreciated 😘 Meena: You'd think it had been a couple of days, the way he just tried to pick up there Meena: I get it...I wish it was possible in many ways Meena: but if we're going to be anything more than passing acquiantances ever again then I'm afraid we need to have a convo more awkward than that one even! 😬 Ro: Exactly! Ro: We'd all love a quick fix but they simply don't exist, even if you are a McKenna Ro: I'm frankly at a loss for words Meena: I mean...guess it was a nice gesture? right? Meena: God, feel like I'm 9 and he's pretending to like me so he can laugh about me with his friends at break Meena: Ridiculous Ro: I suppose so, if misplaced and poorly timed Ro: Well that's hardly surprising considering you were a child when he last talked to you Ro: You don't have to go for a drink with him just because you agreed then, remember that Meena: I know Meena: but I don't know Meena: I think I want to? Meena: Maybe he wants to say his piece in person Meena: although, in that case, perhaps give an indication in the text! Meena: Walking into an ambush Ro: You don't have to decide now at least Ro: And you can always call me if it does turn into an ambush Ro: I'll act as if there's an emergency Meena: Ooh, good plan Meena: never felt like I was in a romcom before Meena: almost exciting except i feel a bit sick Ro: I understand that all too well Ro: Another idea, cliche though it is, would be to channel this situation into composing a song Ro: Just don't let him know he's the subject Meena: it might be time to embrace the clichedness of it all Meena: the others would be proud Ro: They certainly would Meena: if not a little curious where all these deep feelings had sprung from Meena: oh the shame 🙈 Ro: True, but have no fear, my lips are sealed Ro: Whilst we're on the subject though, how do you feel about him getting involved with the band? Meena: Thanks, Ro 💛 Meena: I mean, I don't mind...I don't WANT to mind, it should be fine Meena: He's a part of my life as long as you guys are but that was admittedly far more abstract when he was more Meena: gone Meena: I am going to try, it would be good for the band, and me, to get over this Ro: Never mind the others, I'm very proud of you, Meena Ro: And for what it's worth, I think that's the right move, after all, he won't be away at school forever Ro: Should he decide to come back home for good you too are bound to interact more Meena: Exactly Meena: Can't ban him from Dublin and activities with his fam Meena: but I also don't think I need to exile myself...far too cliche for words and I frankly, don't want to Meena: I feel better for having talked it out...I just felt absolutely insane, like I was in topsy-turvy land or something, there for a sec Meena: Thanks again Ro, it means a lot Ro: What are friends for? No need to thank me, I'm just glad you feel better Ro: A very strange day for you indeed Ro: Tomorrow is a new one though at least and I'll be here if you need to talk again Meena: Truly! So strange manners were dropped at the door Meena: When we talk again I WILL ask how you are and what's going on with you Meena: I promise 😘 Ro: I have no doubt whatever Ro: But you're forgiven Ro: If there was ever a time for such an entitlement it was now Meena: 💛

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(Same anon) I'm happy for you to include whatever you want! I'm not picky at all, it could be like? practicing kissing on each other (so cliche but...) they said people at school would try to turn them against each other but they never fell for it and they'd get in full fights defending each other that would be interesting to read about, people teasing/embarrassing them about how close they are, just little moments but angsty (happy ending though/no them falling out) does that sound ok?

Your original ask was:

I’m not the anon who asked for it but I read you’re new fic and I absolutely loved it to pieces! It gave me an idea for a new prompt if that’s okay, you don’t have to do it you’re probably sick of getting them one after another! So no pressure, but like a gritty version of that fic? Like that’s the fluffy cute one but like a real slice of life version like everyone around them is having sex and drinking and them feeling pressure and the bullying etc just an angsty version? just an idea!

Sorry this has taken so long to finish!! It’s sadder than i originally intended (and a lot longer) but I made sure it was a happy ending! Read below, and I hope you like it!

Edward took a deep breath and opened the door to his and John’s bedroom. John was sitting up in his bed, back against the headboard, laptop on his bent knees. “Feeling better?” Edward asked, keeping his voice light, hoping John didn’t hear the slight waver in his words. John nodded and yawned, ruffling a hand through his hair.

“Any gossip?” Edward turned his back to his twin, taking out books from his bag and putting them on his bed. He couldn’t face him. John would instantly see something was wrong and Edward just wanted to forget. “No.” He answered, trying not to engage in conversation. “Are you coming back tomorrow?” Edward asked, his voice laced with hope. John had been off school for almost a week with a nasty chest infection and although Edward felt bad for his brother, he just wanted him, needed him back at school.

John made a noncommittal sound and Edward closed his eyes tight. Edward dropped a book and bent down to retrieve it, wincing at the pain in his stomach. John said something but Edward didn’t catch it as he grabbed some clean clothes and headed out to the bathroom for a shower. John called his name as Edward shut the door behind him but Edward didn’t stop, didn’t want to talk to John. He didn’t want to be himself, he wanted to someone else, someone better. Edward ran the water and stood under the stream, the hot water soothing his aching body. He could see dirt and grit washing down the plug, where he was on the floor and he shut his eyes tight, tilting his head back and letting the water wash over his face.

Edward held the little mirror and flinched at the dark patches, peppering his pale skin. The mirror was steamy and Edward couldn’t see that well, but it was enough. He felt sick and his eyes were sore from the shower. Edward tried to tell himself that he must’ve got shampoo in his eyes, but he knew the real reason behind the sting in his eyes.

The bathroom door rattled and Edward opened his mouth to tell John he was still bathing but never got a chance as the door opened. Edward jumped and grabbed the towel that was hanging over the edge of the bath, but it was too late. John’s eyes hardened, his face tense as he reached out for Edward, taking his wrist in his hand. John pulled him closer, his eyes running down his naked body and back up to Edward’s face. “Who did this to you?” He asked, so much weight behind his words. Edward snatched his arm away and wrapped himself in the towel, saying nothing. “Edward!” John let himself in the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “Who was it?” Edward heard John snap as he fiddled with his t-shirt, shaking it out before pulling it over his head. “I’m dealing with it.” Edward finally said, fixing John with a defiant look.

John shook his head. “How?” Edward pulled on his pajama shorts, ignoring John. He wanted it to go away, for John to leave him alone. “I knew there was something wrong with you.” John whispered, scanning Edward’s body, even though the bruises were now covered. “Why are you being like this? Just tell me.” Edward turned around a looked at John, his heart sinking at the sight of him. He was pale, more than usual and on the verge of tears. Edward didn’t have an answer. He normally told John everything, there were never secrets nor arguments between them but somehow, Edward wanted to scream at him. He wanted to blame John for leaving him all week, for the things they said about him, for every kick to the ribs Edward received.

“Do you ever wish you weren’t a twin?” Edward asked, not missing the sadness and hurt behind John’s eyes. John opened and closed his mouth, like a fish gasping for air and Edward wanted nothing more than to pull him into a hug. “Because I did,” Edward swallowed down the lump in his throat, looking at the towel in his hands. “Every time they hit me, I wished it.” John wiped his face with his hands and Edward knew he had tears in his eyes. “Because I’m a freak John. A freak who only has one friend. You.”

“So?” John shrugged, taking a step forward. “Who cares?”

“I do!” Edward’s voice came out louder than he anticipated, echoing against the tiles. “I want friends but I’m stuck with you!” That was it. He’d gone too far. Edward wanted to take the words back as soon they left him and he couldn’t bare to look at John’s face. John nodded once, twice, before turning and leaving, gently shutting the door behind him. Edward would have preferred it if he shouted, slammed the door and screamed. The silence unnerved him and as he folded the towel and hung it up, Edward couldn’t shake off the sickness in his stomach or the sting behind his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Edward whispered into the dark. They hadn’t spoken since their argument, Edward’s argument and as Edward laid in his bed, looking at John’s shadowy figure, he couldn’t take it any longer. John didn’t move and Edward guessed he was asleep. “I didn’t mean it. I love you more than anything.” Edward told the dark lump of blankets, a sleeping John buried somewhere underneath. There was a stretch of silence before Edward heard John answer a small “I love you too.” Edward leaned up, trying to focus but it was too dark to see his brother. “I’m sorry that I ruin everything.” John whispered and Edward shook his head telling John that he doesn’t, that Edward couldn’t imagine his life without him and he’s sorry, so sorry and before Edward knew it, John was next to him holding him tight as he sobbed.

“Who beat you up?” John whispered, his body laid out beside Edward. John had climbed into bed with him once Edward had calmed down, not wanting to leave him alone. Edward was great full. “A group of people. Simon Doyle was there.” Edward said, watching John closely. It was still too dark to really see anything but Edward could see his eyes glistening and the outline of his face. “I’m going to-”

“Don’t.” Edward interrupted, not wanting the drama. “Promise me?” He just wanted to forget it ever happened. "I promise. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.“ John mumbled, his hand lightly touching Edward’s under the quilt. “You’re ill. You can’t help it.” Edward upturned his hand and caught John’s, lacing their fingers together.

They stayed like for a while and Edward was falling asleep when John spoke again. “Do you really wish you weren’t a twin?” Edward tightened his grip on John’s hand, almost afraid that he will disappear into thin air. “Never.” Edward breathed and that’s all John needed before he was snuggling down and drifting off into sleep. Edward closed his eyes and rubbed the back of John’s hand with his thumb. It wasn’t long until they were both asleep, hand in hand.

•

Edward slumped in his seat, trying to go unnoticed. He hated his science class because even though he had John in his class, he also had all of the kids that seemed to hate him for no reason. Simon strutted in, passing John and Edward’s desk and sitting at his table behind them. Edward’s eyes dropped to the horrible stain on his black trousers where Simon had thrown his school lunch at him. Edward sighed, feeling downcast.

John shot them a murderous look over his shoulder and Edward guessed the group had made a comment about them and he braced himself. John was slumped over his book and Edward could tell he was feeling as unhappy as he was, John was just better at hiding it. He looked at the clock and wondered where the teacher was, wanting to get the class over with, without trouble.

“Losers.” Simon hissed from behind him. Edward winced and flicked his eyes to John. Simon said something else that Edward didn’t quite catch and John was twirling himself around in his seat and snapping something that Edward didn’t catch either. “Yeah? Say that again, freak!” Simon was shouting and John narrowed his eyes at him. Edward tied to pull John’s arm, but John was snatching it out of his hand and leaning forward, a determined look on his face. “I said-” John started and Edward pulled on him harder, but Simon was already up and pushing John from over his desk, both hands thumping on John’s chest, making him stumble backwards.

Edward jumped to his feet and before he knew what was happening, his hands flew out and Simon was on the floor, a look of pure shock on his face. John gauped at Edward and the classroom fell silent. “D-don’t touch him.” Edward mumbled, trying to gather himself. He was a dead man now, Edward knew it. He looked at John, silently begging him to save him somehow, but John obviously drew a blank, a stupid look of bewilderment on his face. Simon stood up, his face red and angry and Edward prepared himself for certain death. He wasn’t tough, far from it, and he knew Simon could easily take him. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Simon’s hands reached out and Edward flinched but John swooped in and grabbed Simon and Edward couldn’t make out who was who as the pair hit and shoved each other. “Boys!” Edward whirled around to see Mr Hughes standing in the doorway and when he looked back, John had a bloody mouth and a swelling eye. Edward felt sick, this was his fault that John was hurt.

Mr Hughes separated them and marched the three of them to the office. Edward glanced at John, just wanting to pull him into a hug and make it better.

They sat in the office, waiting for the head teacher in silence and Edward felt like crying again. He didn’t though, just cast worried glances at John every now and then until they were called in.

Edward’s face drained of all colour as John filled him in on what the head teacher had said to him. Edward was told off for arguing and let off with a stern telling off, he was excused and not allowed to go in with John when he was called. “What?” Edward gasped after hearing that John had been suspended for the week. “What am I supposed to do without you?” John rolled his eyes at the question. “Get used to being alone,” John mumbled “because mum is going to kill me.”

•

The small group laughed at John’s joke and John felt proud. He was finally getting somewhere with the popular kids. Word had soon spread about John’s fight, things had been slightly over exaggerated, a small scuffle soon turned into the biggest fight in history with teeth flying and and near death punches. John returned back to school to find that people wanted to talk to him all of a sudden and a small part of him took pride in that. Tegan flipped her long hair, the sun catching the natural red highlights. She was the prettiest girl in school and John could see why, although he felt like he should be a little bit more attracted to her than he was. He could see she was pretty, even a blind person could see that, but that’s as far as it went for John. He didn’t want to have sex with her like the rest of the boys did, nor did he particularly want to see what was under her school blouse. But he kept that to himself and carried on chasing her like the rest of the boys.

“We should hang out more.” Tegan smiled and John had to double check that she was talking to him. John smiled and nodded, trying to be cool about the situation. There was a pause before Tegan added “Without him.” While pointing a long finger over John’s left shoulder.

John turned around, following her finger that was pointing to his twin. Edward was leaning against the bus stop, bag slung across his shoulder, not even looking at the small group. Edward didn’t like the popular kids and John knew that they gave him a harder time than they had given John in the past. Edward didn’t have the desire to be liked or to be popular like John did and had no interest in trying to be friends with them. “You would be so much cooler if you dropped him. He’s… Not cool.” Tegan said and John’s heart sank for his brother. John shifted on his feet, feeling uncomfortable.

Edward shot the group a dirty look just as the bus pulled up and opened the doors. Edward was first on, not sparing John a look. “Sit with us John!” Tegan smiled as she lead the group on to the bus with the other few students that were waiting. John flashed his pass at the driver and looked up the bus. Tegan and her group were sitting right at the back, giggling and flicking crisps at each other. John’s eyes landed on Edward who was sitting at the very front, his eyes defiantly staring out of the window beside him, his bag on his lap. Everyone passed him as if he was invisible and John’s heart sank again. John took the few steps towards the seats and plopped himself down heavily. “Move up a bit.” John said, slotting himself into the space. Edward’s head whipped around to face John, looking surprised. “Why aren’t you sitting with them?” Edward asked and John frowned at the question, putting his own bag on his lap. “What? You really think I would chose them over you Ed?” John saw Edward physically relax, his face instantly softer and a smile in his eyes and on his lips. John marveled at him, amazed that Edward could ever think John would ditch him. “I don’t mind if you want to-”

“Shut up!” John laughed, lightly nudging Edward in the ribs. “As if I would.” Edward’s smile widened and John felt something tug inside of him, happiness and awe and something John couldn’t quite put a name to.

“Such a loser.” John heard Tegan’s voice from the back of the bus. “You had your chance.” She called and John turned around to look at them but said nothing. John turned his attention back to Edward and smiled.

Edward’s hand moved from under his bag, his fingers gently touching John’s hand, that was resting in the space between them. “Thanks John.” Edward mumbled. John upturned his own hand and slipped it underneath Edward’s bag, holding on tight to Edward’s hand where no one could see it. John didn’t care if Tegan and her gang never spoke to him again, as long as he had Edward.

•

“How many people have you kissed?”

“Six. You?”

“Four.”

Edward ate at his lunch as he listened to the group next to him. He hoped he wouldn’t be dragged into the conversation and tried to slip down in his chair, hoping to become invisible. “I bet Grimes’ has never even talked to a girl!” Someone whispered, not too quietly, making Edward tense up. He grabbed his bag and made to move, hoping to leave before they started on him. They laughed and someone said his name. Edward recognised him from his maths class but had never spoken to him. “How many girls have you kissed?”

Edward shuffled on his feet. “Erm..” The group were all smiling and laughing and Edward knew the joke was on him. They were all right, he had never even held hands with a girl before. Edward tried to rack his brain for a lie, invent some mystery girl but he was stuttering and as the silence stretched on he just felt stupid and small, standing in front of them. “None I bet!” Simon Doyle called. They all laughed and Edward wanted to run, go and find John, who should’ve been there by now. “You’re such a loser Grimes!” Edward took a step back, his face heating up. He needed to get away, just leave.

“Shut up you idiot!” Came a familiar voice from behind him.“Don’t talk to him like that.” Edward relaxed slightly, finally John was there. “I bet they’ve only ever kissed each other!” Simon laughed and Edward tried to make a move to leave but was pushed back by John, who was obviously ready for an argument, his hatred for Simon still alive and burning. John snapped back at them while Edward awkwardly stood just in front of him, caught in the middle, preying there wouldn’t be a fight. One of boys stood up and Edward grabbed John and pulled him away before anything broke out. “Freaks!” Someone called after them and Edward winced. John had always told Edward to ignore the names they were called but he couldn’t. They hurt, like tiny little missiles lodging themselves into his brain.

“You should stick up for yourself!” John snapped as they quickly walked to the football field. Edward liked sitting on the field, right at the far end where no one could see them. “What is wrong with you?” John’s voice was stressed and Edward shrugged even though John was two steps ahead of him and not looking. “Don’t let them pick on you!” Edward could feel the tears in his eyes and as much as he tried to hold them, a few fell, running down his cheeks. John being mad at him made everything ten times worse and everything about Edward felt dejected. Everything people said about him was true and even John was sick of him.

“Edward?” John snapped, stopping in his tracks to turn around. His face dropped as he caught sight of a tearful Edward. Edward wiped at his face, quickly trying to cover it up. “Edward?” John asked, softer this time, almost a whisper as he came towards him. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry.” Edward croaked, desperately trying to stop the tears. “It’s just, they think I’m a loser and now you’re mad at me and-”

“I’m not mad at you.” John interrupted. “I’m mad at them, not you.”

Edward sat down on the grass, John following. “You’re not a loser.”

“I haven’t kissed a girl yet.” Edward said, like it was the obvious answer to all his problems. “Neither have I.” John said with a shrug. “Does it matter?” Edward shook his head in an answer, sniffling. “Everyone else has.”

“I bet they haven’t.” John scoffed. “Who would want to kiss that lot?”

“Who would want to kiss me?” Edward shot back miserably. John looked at him and sighed, saying nothing. There was nothing he could say to convince Edward, they’ve done this a million times before. “You need to stick up for yourself.” John told him, putting a hand on Edward’s knee. “I will.” Edward said and John nodded, knowing he wouldn’t.

Edward threw himself down onto his bed, thankful to be home. John was changing out of his uniform, singing a song that Edward didn’t recognise. The singing stopped and John turned his attention to Edward. “I was thinking-” he started, his voice uncertain. Edward raised an eyebrow at the pause, curiously waiting. “You know what happened earlier?” John sat on his bed, opposite Edward’s. “We can help each other-” John paused again and Edward sat up. “We do help each other.” Edward said, watching John fidget.

“No I mean like,” John shrugged before saying “don’t worry.” And turning his attention to an open magazine that was on his bed. “No, tell me?” Edward wanted to know why John was so nervous all of a sudden. “You won’t agree anyway.”

“Just tell me, stupid.” Edward caught John’s eye and John quickly looked away.

“Maybe we could like, you know?” Edward rolled his eyes, curiosity turning into impatience. “Neither of us have ever kissed anyone before and I thought we could-” John cut off again and it took Edward a full ten seconds to pick up on his trail of thought. Edward’s eyes widened and so did John’s as he realised Edward understood. “It doesn’t matter though, it was stupid.” John rushed but Edward wasn’t listening.

“Yeah okay.” Edward decided with a nod. “Yeah.” John froze and looked back at Edward, who smiled back at him. It made sense to Edward, he trusted John and who else could he trust with something so intimate? Edward patted the bed beside him and John moved so he was sitting next to Edward, their bodies facing each other. “What do we do?” Edward whispered, feeling giddy and nervous. John shrugged. “You start.” He said and Edward shook his head in a definite ‘no’. That would be too much pressure.

“Both of us, on three.” Edward said. “One…” He started, shifting so he was fully facing John. “Two…”

“Three-” John suddenly finished for him, swooping in and pressing his lips on Edward’s. Edward’s eyes widened in surprise at the warm pressure against his dry lips. He wasn’t ready, didn’t get a chance to lick them. John’s eyes were closed, Edward could just about see and he wondered who John was imagining to be kissing. A pang of jealousy shot through Edward at the thought. He didn’t want John to be thinking of anyone else. Edward pushed the thought away and closed his eyes too.

They stayed frozen, lips on lips, not knowing when or how to take it to the next level. John’s lips parted slightly under Edward’s and Edward realised that John had been holding his breath and now he was breathless so he pulled away. John frowned before opening his eyes and meeting Edward’s. “That was wrong.” Edward said. John looked offended so Edward added “we need to go with it instead of freezing up.”

John gave a nod and leaned in, this time giving Edward time to wet his lips. Their lips touched, gentle and not as tightly sealed like the last time. Edward moved his lips, slowly opening them and closing his lips into John’s. John copied him the second time, his lips slotting between Edward’s perfectly. It was good, Edward thought, to feel someone else’s lips on his own, warm and comforting. It didn’t matter that it was his brother’s, Edward didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable in the slightest. It just felt natural and right. John pushed forward, moving his lips again, this time opening them wider and kissed Edward’s lips harder. Edward copied his movements and they kissed each other in sync, which felt even better.

The next time Edward parted his lips, he felt John’s tongue hesitantly lick into his mouth, flicking up to the roof of his mouth before John closed the kiss. Edward was breathless now and he knew it wasn’t due to holding his breath. He pushed further into John, who pushed back, both their tongues pressing against each other’s. Edward made a tiny grunting sound, pushing into John’s mouth and John actually closed his lips around his tongue before sucking on it, sending Edward’s head spinning. Edward hummed, pulling his tongue out and meeting John’s lips in a chaste kiss.

They parted, John’s eyes still closed, lips slack and wet and Edward smirked. “Woah.” John breathed, opening his eyes. Edward giggled, feeling happy and horny and everything he shouldn’t be feeling about his twin. John looked up at Edward and smiled, taking his bottom lip into his mouth. “That was good.” He said after a while and Edward agreed with a nod of his head. It could’ve been awful for all Edward knew, it’s not like they have any comparison. “Now we can say we’ve kissed someone.” Edward spoke, his eyes on John’s lips. “Yeah.” John agreed, looking like he was dazed. “Can we..” Edward left John’s question unanswered as he nodded an answer and reconnected their lips

•

The crowd laughed as Edward desperately fought back tears. He wasn’t going to cry in front of them. His looked at John, who was looking defiant. He was strong and had put up a fight. Four boys had hold of John while Edward only had two. One on each side, holding his arms behind his back.

John’s shirt was missing three buttons and he’d lost his tie in the struggle. They were both muddy where the typical Irish weather had turned the football field into a bog. Edward was cold, his coat was long gone, lost with John’s tie and his arms hurt from being twisted behind his back and held there. John was shivering too, Edward could see the slight chatter of his jaw and Edward ached to go to him, to comfort him and to be comforted.

“Which one gets it?” The ring leader shouted. The commotion had built quite a crowd as everyone loved a fight, lived for the pain of others. The ring leader and head of the bullies, Mark gestured to Edward, his arms stretched out towards him. The crowd cheered but not as much as when he done the same gesturing towards John.

Mark laughed and took a slow walk towards John. Edward tried to struggle free, shouting for him to stop, for someone to help but no one was doing anything and Edward was completely powerless. He kicked his legs out, managing to pull an arm free but was rugby tackled to the floor by two more boys and held again. Edward saw Mark knock John to the floor, but the boys holding him, crowded his view and he couldn’t see what was happening. “John!” Edward screamed, trying to fight himself free.

The crowd were watching, mouths agape, a few people walking away with a look of disgust. Edward looked up at them and hoped they were going to get help. “What’s happening?” Edward asked, pulling his arm away from one of the boys before he grabbed it again and held it down. “You’re brother’s getting fucked up.” He answered with a smirk and Edward thrashed harder. He needed to help John.

Edward was pulled up into sitting position. All he could see were John’s legs sprawled out on the floor through the crowd. “John?” Edward called. Mark appeared and crowd stepped back, revealing a motionless John. Edward cried now, not caring about anything but his twin, and he could hear himself shouting, screaming for John.

Someone grabbed him, pulling him up by his shirt and dragged him towards John, his legs unable to keep up. Edward looked down at him, his face was bloody and his shirt was completely open now. He moved, trying to sit up but fell back again, his face and body covered in mud. Edward’s heart broke and he was suddenly pushed down, his body landing on top of John’s with a thump. John groaned and Edward frantically scanned his face now he was closer.

“Aren’t you going to kiss him better?” Mark mocked, gaining a laugh. John’s eyes opened when Edward said his name, unfocused and glazed over. Someone pushed Edward, pushing him harder against John as Mark chanted ‘kiss’ over and over. Edward didn’t miss the irony in it all because he did want to kiss John’s bruised and bleeding face, he wanted it more than anything. To make John feel better, tell him that he loved him and kiss every bruise better.

“John?” Edward mumbled, lifting his hand to wipe John’s face. “John?” Most of the crowd had left as the action was over and Mark’s group were starting to loose interest. Edward clambered beside John, moving his weight from on top of him. “Come on John.” Edward cried, his hands trying to get the mud and blood off John’s face but only smearing it around. John said his name and Edward leaned his forehead against John’s shoulder and sobbed, John’s arm coming up and resting on Edward’s back.

“Are they gone?” John asked, his words slurred. Edward looked up and nodded. “Everyone’s gone home.” John closed his eyes again and tried to move. Slowly, Edward helped him to his feet and spotted his coat a few feet away. He quickly grabbed it and put it on John, helping his arms into it before zipping it up.

It took Edward an hour to get John home, supporting his weight and helping him when he stumbled. “Maybe I should take you to hospital?” Edward worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he studied John’s face. The house was empty as it always was when they came from from school and Edward managed to lug John upstairs and into the bathroom to clean him up.

John sat on the edge of the bath with Edward kneeling in front of him, wiping away the mud and blood with a warm cloth. “I said no.” John groaned, refusing for the offer for the third time. Edward could see a nasty bruise under John’s left eye and knew it was only going to get worse in the next few days. His bottom lip was split and his top lip had cut on his tooth. Edward hadn’t told him that his front tooth was chipped yet. “I was so scared.” Edward mumbled as he wiped the mud from John’s cheek. John didn’t say anything but Edward could see that he was too. He could see the fear lingering behind John’s eyes but John didn’t show his emotions like Edward did. At first, Edward put it down to John being stronger than him, that maybe he let things bounce off of him, not caring. But he did care and things hurt John just as much as it hurt Edward, he just buried the hurt, swallowed the tears and kept that defiant face, his jaw clenched tight, eyes hard.

It wasn’t until Edward pulled him into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around his body, John’s face hidden in the crook of his neck, that he cried. Edward whispered reassurances, his hand coming up to rest in the back of John’s hair, smoothing it down, dried dirt flaking to the floor. Edward closed his eyes, the last thing John needed was for him to start crying. He needed to be the strong one for once, John needed to let it go and Edward knew that if he cried, John would take charge and comfort him, bottling it all back up. “You’re okay.” Edward whispered, his voice catching slightly.

•

John’s eyes flicked up from the bag of crisps he was eating at Edward’s voice. Edward was laughing about something, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. John reached out and pulled his hand away, he loved his smile and wanted to see it. “I was walking past the science rooms-” Edward explained, stretching his legs out in front of him, still laughing as he spoke. “And you know.. What’s his name?” Edward paused for second and John watched him think for a moment, laughter subsiding.

The sun was shining down and even though they were sitting in the only patch of shade on the school field, they were hot. Edward was glowing, a light sheen on his face as he giggled. John got distracted, his eyes roaming over Edward, taking in how happy he was and he missed part of the story. “-and he slipped on the water that he spilled-” Edward was saying and John laughed along with him. “Anyway, we were all laughing and pulled himself up, grabbing my arm and that made me slip and were both on the floor..” John smiled, picturing Edward in a tangle on the floor with some boy Edward couldn’t even remember the name of. Edward carried on his story, giggling his way through.

“He wanted us to hang around with him but I said maybe tomorrow.” Edward finished eventually, wiping his face. John smile at that. Their club was exclusive, just the two of them.

John’s tongue ran over his chipped tooth as he looked out over the field. “Maybe we’ll hang out with them.” John said and Edward shrugged with a “nah” before helping himself to John’s food. “They’re cool though, I’ll introduce you.” Edward said following John’s gaze.

Simon was walking across the grass, his eyes looking towards John and Edward. He narrowed his eyes and Edward flicked him his middle finger, making John laugh. “Edward, stop!” He laughed. “He’s not allowed near us, can’t do anything.” Edward shrugged. John didn’t really think about what happened to him that much. Edward found it harder to get over, getting sad every time he looked at John when his face was still bruised and cut. John was glad once the marks healed, leaving no trace of what happened. It was easier to forget about it and Edward was getting better, not getting upset as often.

Once the school and their parents were involved, things got better. Simon and his gang were banned from going near them, spending most their time in the detention room. Edward had started to talk to a few boys in his class and they had both started to make friends. But they still preferred each other’s company.

“Anyway, we don’t need anyone else hanging out with us!” Edward said, back to the original conversation, drawing John out from his thoughts. “We have each other.” Edward added and John met his eyes again with a smile. “As long as have each other.” John agreed, holding Edward’s gaze. “Always.” Edward smiled, holding his hand up for a high five. John clapped his hand against Edward’s, lacing their fingers together for a second before letting go. “Always.”

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