AU where the timeloop is broken and Simon & Alisha move on with their lives post-community service
“What’s wrong, Alisha?” he asked when she wouldn’t meet his gaze. She ran a thumb over the rim of her mug and finally looked up at him like she was afraid to speak.
Time seemed to stretch on forever as he waited for her to reply. He was about to repeat himself when suddenly she blurted out, “I’m pregnant.”
“Are you serious?” Simon said and couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from turning up into a small smile as she nodded. She still looked terrified but as the smile on his face grew wider, the fear in her eyes seemed to fade away.
“I don’t know how to do this; have a baby, raise a child…”
He sat down across from her and placed his hands over hers, which were still clutching the mug in front of her. “We’ll learn together.”
A tiny, uncertain smile crept on her face. “What if we fuck it up?”
Simon let out a laugh. “Then we deal with the moody, rebellious teenager together.” She finally laughed and shook her head at that. “We’re not going to fuck it up, I promise.”
Simon/Alisha Fic (Alisha POV): Written in Reverse
Chapter One: A time of innocence, a time of emptiness, a time of obsessions
Chapter Two: Since we touched, I couldn’t rest until I was in your arms again, like I’m losin’ control
Chapter Three: I see that look on your face that indicate a taste, you got a tongue full of hunger and eyes on your lover
Chapter Four: Onto bodies slick and charged, together just one beating heart, all around us quiet now
Chapter Five: Road’s long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime
Chapter Six: Oh baby, can’t you see, It’s shinin’ just for you, loneliness is over, dark days are through
Chapter Seven: Wish the best for you, wish the best for me, wished for infinity If that ain’t me, give it up, I can’t give it up
Chapter Eight: But if you hurt what’s mine, I’ll sure as hell retaliate
Chapter Nine: Now you’re all gone, got your make-up on, and you’re not coming back
Whole Fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/392263?view_full_work=true
Simon/Alisha Fic: Written in Reverse: Part Ten (FINAL)
That’s it, that’s the end of this fic.
Thank you to everyone who read this long-ass thing. :)
Simon/Alisha Fic: Written in Reverse: Part Six
Please read and feedback, if you want. :)
Hi, I’ve written a Simon/Alisha fic. The first part of nine chapters is posted (I’m posting one chapter a week), and I would love if you guys could give it a read. :)
fic: Cake and Pom-Poms (Misfits Simon/Alisha)
Summary: Alisha dresses up as a cheerleader for Simon’s birthday.
Warnings: Cutesy smut with relationship development.
Radioactive23: Flashes Before Your Eyes - Part 4 - (Misfits/Superhoodie)
Title: Flashes Before Your Eyes - Part 4 (Drink, Drugs and Driving)
Character: Misfits - Future Simon/Alisha/Curtis
Summary: Exploration of different moments Superhoodie witnesses.She’s perfect; but she still double checks herself in the mirror.
Alisha, you’re perfect.
An extra layer…
Flashes Before Your Eyes - Part 4 - (Misfits/Superhoodie)
Title: Flashes Before Your Eyes - Part 4 (Drink, Drugs and Driving)
Character: Misfits - Future Simon/Alisha/Curtis
Summary: Exploration of different moments Superhoodie witnesses.She’s perfect; but she still double checks herself in the mirror.
Alisha, you’re perfect.
An extra layer of lip-gloss doesn’t change that but it changes the way she feels. She takes off her thong, stashes it in her purse and hitches her skirt up a little higher, before exiting the toilets back out into the club. All eyes are on her; so she walks a little taller, pushes her chest out a little more. She doesn’t understand. Doesn’t see past the looks guys give her. All it matters is that they’re looking. She’s in danger. Always. The shorter skirt doesn’t make her powerful like she thinks - it only makes her more vulnerable.
There’s only so many times he can hide the car keys when she’s drunk. Only so many times he can thaw the drug deal from happening. Can’t even hold back her hair when she’s sick. No one can. She dry heaves alone in the toilets, too far past it to realise she isn’t actually alone.
He was only trying to help her.
But she’s in danger. Always. No matter what he does.
She has to walk home alone because she doesn’t have her dad’s car; the keys went fucking missing. She’s taken drugs from a guy behind the club because her regular dealer blew her off; she’s not even that sure what she took. She’s so pissed and high after arguing with Curtis that the pavement is a blur in front of her.
No one catches her when she falls.
More of her blood is spilt. She’s too fragile for this. For any of it. The skin on her knee rips the second it hits the concrete and he flinches when she hisses. He was here to save her but he’d tried too hard and fucked up.
Now she was hurt.
He’d promised her he would never hurt her.
He’d promised her he wouldn’t go back in time.
He wanted to believe they weren’t lies; they were just broken promises that had to be broken. And moments like this - when he was just the silent shadows moving along the tops of the buildings - he didn’t feel bad about breaking them. He was protecting her; even when she never knew. He was glad that the promises had comforted her. But he was comforted now, being able to be with her when no one else was.
She looks up towards the rooftops every now and then, as if sensing a presence. It’s too dark and her mind is too foggy; but maybe she can feel his eyes. He hopes that she’s not scared. Not of him, not ever.
Maybe she can’t see him at all; she is high after all. Maybe she was seeing angles in superhero costumes.
He wonders when it will stop hurting to look at her. She called him a pervert yesterday. So different to the girl he lost, but he loves her all the same. She’d told him that they had great sex, but right at this moment the idea seems impossible to him; she thinks of him as a pervert. She’d recoil from his touch and all he wants to do is touch her. Touch her and feel her heartbeat against his lips. Feel her body heat against him, to replace the memory of her cold skin that stalks him constantly in the back of his mind. He’d never seen someone so beautiful being lowered into a grave.
“Alisha! Alisha, wait up!” Curtis runs up behind her, more than a little drunk himself. He doesn’t notice the blood on her leg.
“Just leave me alone, yeah?” Alisha mumbles. Her eyes are glazed over; perhaps concentrating on not throwing up whenever she opens her mouth.
“I’m sorry, all right?” He trails just behind her, following her home. “You didn’t touch me on purpose. I know. I felt like a prick. Everyone looking at me like that.”
“Oh whatever!” She spits at him, spinning on her heels. “I was dancing. I was drunk. It’s not my fault you got too close. Fuck you! You made me feel like a prick.”
“Then I guess we’re both pricks.” He tries out a smirk, gauging her reaction before letting his eyes run over her chest.
She’s still pissed off but it makes her ache when someone looks at her like that. “See something you like?” She pouts at him and pushes her cleavage together.
Simon’s looking too. A sick, throbbing feeling of knowing what’s under the material. Seen and touched so many times - so out of reach right now.
He had licked the skin that Curtis is looking at lustfully and he could tell him about the noise that she’d made. Something that Curtis would never know for himself. Something that Simon hoped would happen for himself any day now.
He is a pervert.
Looking at her body and knowing how to touch her; touch her in ways she doesn’t even know she likes yet.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Curtis answers her question, licking his lips and taking a step forward. He palms her ass through her denim skirt, careful not to touch her skin.
Alisha moans, but the moan is weak and undeserving. He tries rubbing her nipples through her bra but it’s not good enough for her.
“It’s not enough,” she whines at him. “I want to be fucking touched!”
Curtis doesn’t answer. Whatever he says will start an argument. Instead he moves his hand round to the front of her skirt, trying without much hope to satisfy her.
He cups her before she can stop him.
“Curtis, don’t!” His fingers slip under the material, hitting bare skin where underwear should be. She tries to push him away but he’s already latched onto her and she whimpers at the contact.
“I need to fuck you right now!” He groans at her skin, the veins in his arm pulsating. “You make me so fucking hard.”
The words and the alcohol buzz in her system, her futile pushes turning into frenzied grabs. She clings to him, thrusting against him as he fights with his zip. It isn’t her fault, it isn’t rape. She tells herself this over and over as he fumbles and fills her. She needs this too much right now and it feels too fucking good.
Her back slams into the wall and she doesn’t care that he never kisses her; there’s too many curse words streaming out of his mouth. Doesn’t care that he keeps his eyes closed as he fucks her, making her feel like a blow-up doll. It’s something.
Simon watches; tense at first. If there was any sign she didn’t want this then he’d stop it within a heartbeat, but he can’t intervene with something that she welcomes. And she opens her legs wider, welcoming him.
So he watches. Maybe it’s because he thinks he’s protecting her. Maybe it’s because he wants to. He wants to see why she acts the way she acts and suddenly the past Alisha makes more sense to him. He understands why in the morning she’ll arrive at the community centre and be a bigger bitch to him then she’s ever been before. It because of these moments; when she hates herself more than she hates anyone else.
He dies for this girl and her privacy is his. So he needs to know. Needs to see. Can see that she deserves better. He wishes he could tell his past self to smile at her in the morning, rather than look at her like he’s going to cry. It only makes her feel worse. And the worse she feels, the worse she acts.
Curtis growls out a few more insults and goes limp against her.
Alisha pushes away from him and brushes down her skirt. Curtis won’t remember and she tells herself she won’t either.
Curtis looks down at himself, cold and exposed. “What happened?”
“You touched me. You got yourself out, you pervert.” She forces herself to roll her eyes and turns around to walk home.
Simon sees Curtis inspect himself and watches the disgust contort his face.
“Alisha! It’s rape!” He yells after her. “So wrong.” He puts himself away and takes off in the opposite direction.
Simon follows Alisha home. She been biting her lip to stop herself from crying all the way to her front door. As soon as she closes it behind her, she lets out a sob. He can hear her through the open window.
He loses track of time as he stands there at the edge of the building, content to watch her move around. He hopes that she’s put a plaster on her knee.
Alisha’s shape is an outline against the curtains in her bedroom, so he takes the moment to move closer to her house. The last time he stood alone, in the dark, at a front door, he’d come armed with matches and a urge to piss.
He looks back up at the windows, watches her silhouette shed the skimpy top and shrug into an old hoodie.
So what if he was a pervert?
She disappears out of sight for a second, but he can hear her yell.
“Fucking hell, Dad. What the fuck did you do with those keys?”
He smirks.
So what if she was a bitch?
Simon pulls a set of car keys from his pocket and posts them through the letter box, Alisha’s head turning at the noise.
Night Alisha.
If anyone is looking for a good new Simon and Alisha fanfic that gives them a chance at a happy ending, i highly recommend this one: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7663055/1/Out_of_the_Loop
It’s very well thought out with a firm grasp of both characters.
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Thanks for the link! I just read the chapters that are up and while it’s a WIP, I like how it’s different than the ending the show gave them. It’s a really interesting concept and they seem to have a good grasp on all their voices.
