#it was also very out of the blue i kinda spent the first morning in shock

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

oh my god what happened?? are you alright? do you need any help?

alright i will preface this by saying that physically, i am COMPLETELY FINE. please don't worry about me too much, i promise i'm physically okay and it's not that bad

the rest is under the cut not for length but in case people want to skip past it (warning for people being unpleasant)

so the short story is that someone i thought was an online friend suddenly sent me a pretty awful DM before blocking me. they said a lot of genuinely hurtful things which wasn't really good for my mental state since they preyed on a bunch of my insecurities, and i thought that i could trust this person. i'm doing better now thanks to my irl friends, but recovery is a process as usual. i'm not sure if you can really help apart from being emotional support, but your concern is appreciated nonetheless <3

[scorpioracha]

Dating Yoongi

We've finally got the dating Yoongi headcanons!! I'm sorry it took so long but boy is it lengthy so strap in. this is not proofread and im fucking exhausted so edits to be done eventually. if you enjoy reblog, like and leave a comment. cw: does contain smut and one kys moment

Your meet cute with Yoongi ended up being more of a meet awkward than anything. It was 3am at one of the many random convenience stores in Gangnam and you were exhausted, exhausted and hungry. You were doing a year in Seoul for your major and the timezones were really fucking you up. Puffy sleepy eyes,glasses on and a sleep mask resting on your forehead made quite the picture.

It was also quite the picture when you ran into a rack of honey butter chips and wiped out on the floor.

Full wipeout.

Legs up,gravity turned on its head wiped out.

Thankfully the only thing wounded was your pride, but you kinda wished you knocked yourself out so you couldn’t see the handsome man towering over laughing so hard his eyes practically disappeared and a gummy smile on his face. He had a cup of ice and one of those americano packets balanced in one hand and a helmet dangling in his other.

“...chana?”

“Huh?”you said in a daze. 

“Gwaenchana?”he purred in a low rumble. He looked at your lost expression and sucked in a breath.

“Are you okay?”It was a little clunky and half mumbled but you didn’t want to put this man through any more mental torment so you nodded quickly.

“Ne, na gwaenchana!”you replied and quickly scrambled to your feet, almost falling once again because your ankle decided now was the time to roll. He quickly reached out and steadied you, looking at you with so much bewilderment the whole situation felt comical. He looked at the hand that still rested on your arm and quickly pulled it away, you swear you saw his pale cheeks turn pink.

“Um…”he rumbled, looking at you with weary eyes. “stay”

You nodded with wide eyes as you watched this random man run around the convenience store and come back with a juice box and a random red pouch. He looked at you and held up each one.

“Bae juice”

He held up the red pouch. “Hong sam jelly for sukchwi…one moment”

He pulled out his phone and typed quickly. He held the phone to his ear and hummed.

“For hangover”he said, pointing to the two items again. Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly. You weren’t drunk. He definitely misinterpreted the situation and just smiled, giving you a smile and waving goodbye before disappearing into the night.

And what do you do when a pretty man buys you pear juice and ginseng jelly in a foreign country?

You fucking c o n s u m e it.

And the next morning when you woke up late to your 8:00am lecture, you just blamed the crazy night because wow what the fuck happened.

You spent the rest of your classes thinking about that handsome stranger. Maybe you did hit your head because WHY didn’t you ask for his name or his katalk? You could have done the whole ‘oh handsome young man, I need to pay you back’ kinda schtick but your brain decided to cosplay the very first windows computer and blue screen the minute you looked at him. stupid.

“Stupid” you groaned, trudging back to your dorm. You had been blessed—got accommodations—for a single room so it was just you and your twin sized 

Oh yeah, and your pining. 

Couldn’t forget about your pining.

You needed a drink. A good drink,some good food and some cartoons to get your mind off this random man. Within minutes you had a bottle of soju and a hefty platter of tteokbokki on the way. Maybe you’d go out for bingsu sometime this week with the girls from your lecture. They were sweet and treated you just like anyone else despite the racial and cultural differences, doting on you as their new maknae and always making sure you ate between classes. It was nice to be looked out for so thoroughly, especially when you were so far away from home. You pulled your phone out to text them when you got a notification that your delivery driver was already on the way.

Huh. they were already earning themself a tip. You stood eagerly by the door waiting and even though you were watching the app like a hawk, you jumped when the doorbell rang and scrambled to open it.

“Gamsahab-”you looked up and saw a familiar set of eyes. “...-nida”

“Soju?”he raises his brow in a way that says ‘again?’. You felt your face grow hot and shook your head rapidly. He just smirked and handed over your takeout bags.

Once again you fucked up,blanked and forgot to ask for his name.

 Damn pretty boy with his pretty eyes and his stupid smile.

It was months before you had seen him again. 

Time heals all wounds and you began to move on. You hung out more with your friends, went to karaoke,saw the sights of Seoul and slowly but surely felt yourself moving on.

It was on a rainy day in May where you found yourself at your usual convenience store. The weather went from sunny skies to torrential downpour within minutes and you had just gotten your hair done. You were looking for an umbrella but found yourself in the snack aisle. 

Blame it on the wind.

What you didn’t expect to find in the snack aisle were seven men bickering. 

You kinda just stood like 🧍🏾‍♀️ until one of them finally turned and god he was stunning 

“Yah, Yoongi-yah!! Move and let this lady through!”

The ‘Yoongi’ in question quickly scooted out of the way, mumbling about how they were all in the way. 

That mumble…

“Yoongi..”you whispered before you could even stop yourself. His gaze snapped up and for once you caught him off guard. His eyes flitted over you rapidly and his mouth opened and shut like a nutcracker.

“Soju girl,”he whispered. Then the moment was lost.

"na iroumi aniya(that’s not my name)” you huffed in annoyance. You know there was an honorific you were supposed to use somewhere in that sentence but your point still stood.

“You speak Korean”another boy said and god he was tall.

“Yes I speak Korean”you said, tilting your head up at him.

“Hyung, you said soju girl couldn’t speak Korean!”a voice laughs. You squint your eyes at this Yoongi who seemingly wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He stared at you like he had seen a ghost actually which wasn’t making things much better. The tall boy sighed and took a step forward, bowing even. 

“I apologize for my hyung,”he said solemnly. “He’s usually not this dumb. I’m Kim Namjoon and these are my bandmates. What’s your name?”

You smiled and returned the bow, happy to finally have some familiarity, both language and warmth.

“I’m y/n”you said. “I think me and your hyung have some catching up to do”

Yes, to say it was a meet awkward was the nicest way to put it.

It was a fucking train wreck of events if you were being completely honest.

You had exchanged info with Namjoon seeing as he spoke the most English and was the only one who didn’t 👁️👄👁️ at you which was nice and had quickly become good friends with one another.

Seeing that their leader liked you, the rest of the boys quickly followed suit and you suddenly had a much bigger friend group than you could even imagine.

Yoongi had become a lot more reserved in a way that was off putting to say the least. You’d only ever spoken to him twice before but there was something off.

you’d asked Namjoon about it during one of your study/music/kill each other from frustration sections and he just shrugged mumbling something about ‘hyung being busy’ 

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff to find out yourself. That’s what you get for asking a dumbass.

Yoongi had been exactly where you’d expect him to be, crammed into one of the practice rooms with his headphones and laptop.

“Yoongi,” you said, tapping on his shoulder. He spun around in a startle and looked at you with a relieved sigh.

“Oh god”he breathed out, “I thought you were one of the maknae begging for food”

You couldn’t help but to smile, all the prior annoyance melting out of your pores and back to the depths of hell where they belonged. Talking to Yoongi was easy, that is when he was still talking to you.

“How do you know I'm not begging for food?”you smirked, taking a seat on the lumpy couch.

“Well, are you?”he asked, raising a brow. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch.

“You’re off the hook”you said, “but I do have a question” “Which is?” “Why have you been avoiding me lately?”

The room grew silent enough you could hear a pin drop. Cornered was the only way you could describe Yoongi. His shoulders scrunched up and he seemed to fold in on himself.

“No reason,”he said plainly.

Your eyes narrowed.

“So you have been avoiding me?”

His eyes widened.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“Then what did you mean?”you asked. Your patience was wearing thin and your heart was racing something ugly.

“I was trying to give you space”

“Space for what? I didn’t ask for space!”you snapped.

“Space for you and Namjoon!”he snapped back, folding his arms over his chest.

“Me and Namjoon?”you gagged. “The last thing me and Namjoon need is space, please collect your dongsaeng cause he won’t leave me alone!”

“Well he’s your boyfriend!”Yoongi threw back.

Huh.

“Huh?!”You shrieked. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to find out,”Yoongi continued, rolling his eyes. “So you can drop the naive act”

“Naive act—Yoongi, you think I'm dating Namjoon?”you asked. You felt like you were going to be sick. Namjoon wasn’t bad by any means, he was just so older brother coded it was disgusting.

“I don't think, I know,”he said. “You guys spend all your time together,you go on dates,you take naps together; it’s obvious”

“Well since you’re such a genius”You said, “How come you couldn’t tell that i’m in love with you?”

Huh.

“Huh?”he said, spinning around in his chair to fully face you. You ran a hand over your face and honest to god laughed.

“Idiots”you said in disbelief. “You’re all idiots”

“Hey-”

“I've been pining over you for months and this whole time you think i’ve been dating Namjoon”you said, shaking your head.

“You’ve been what?”Yoongi said. 

“Crushing on you”you emphasized, “You idiot”

“i..I don’t know what to say,”he said. You sighed and fully leaned back against the chair, feeling all the blood rush to your head from your bold confession. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You can let me down gently for starters”you chuckled humorlessly.

“Let you down—what are you talking about?”he asked.

“Just reject me already!”You exclaimed, waving your hands frantically. You felt like a madwoman.

“Why would I reject you?”his eyebrows furrowed.

You were going to be sick.

“I’m going to be sick”you laughed, running your hands over your face and god were you crying?

“Why are you crying?”he rumbled softly, leaning in and wiping the tears off your cheeks. You just laughed harder, but that ended up turning into a sob because you were so tired. You weren’t expecting a fairytale but this wasn’t the turn you thought today would take. You felt yourself being pulled closer and you knew you should pull away, you knew better. It was all too much and he would just hurt you, but his hoodie smelled like coffee. His hoodie smelled like coffee and his hands were warm as they wrapped around you. You always wondered if he ran hot or cold, but he was neither; Yoongi was pleasantly warm. His hand had somehow wriggled between the two of you and rested on your cheek, rubbing the streaks where your tears trailed. His breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for a moment you felt weighless.

“What a mess, huh?”he mumbled, tracing his thumb over your temple. “I went and made all these assumptions…because I was afraid to say I love you”

“You love me?”you whispered. 

“Mm”he rumbled in affirmation. “You didn’t know?”

“No”you said, keeping your voice low, scared if you spoke too loud, the moment would disappear.

“I thought I was being obvious,”he said.

“I thought I was being obvious,”you said. You pulled your head back to look at Yoongi and that gummy smile was on full display.

“We’re both idiots”

Actually dating Yoongi went much smoother than the confession process.

In the early days, the two of you spent a lot of time in the genius studio doing parallel play, you’d work on your assignments and he would work on music. 

Obviously with many interruptions from the maknae line + hoseok, occasionally being prodded by Seokjin and Namjoon to eat,drink and get fresh air

Y’all needed to touch grass and they were sick of it

Being so close to the band in their early days formed an immeasurable bond between you all

But it also lead to a lot of sacrifices on your part that you weren’t prepared to make. 

There was the obvious like no posting about the boys on social media,nda’s up the wazoo,etc. This was all expected and you were willing to do so.

What you weren’t prepared for was how cruel the kmedia could truly be. You weren’t from here, you were a foreigner and that already put a target on your back. The fact that you weren’t thin or pale didn’t help one bit either. 

Thankfully, the boys and Yoongi reassured you in private. Namjoon did damage control and argued with the company to do more on your behalf, while Jimin and the maknae stood by your side like bodyguards wherever you went in silent solidarity. You were never alone. Jin dropped you off at university in the morning, along with Jungkook. Scolding the two of you to have a good day and to eat something that wasn’t chips. Naturally, Jungkook would bring you back once your classes were done and continued to gripe that even though he was older than you, he was still stuck in highschool.

You still hold this over his head to this date.

So thankfully, you had support. Support that if you didn’t have you weren’t sure where you would be honestly. It really felt like you all had become a little family, and being so far from home that was something you desperately needed.

Once the group got larger and was in a more stable position you better believe they all stopped holding their tongues, especially Yoongi. He could be a little hard to read at times but you were not expecting him to be getting himself into full on twitter wars on a burner account over you 💀

“Yoongi stop telling people to kill themselves”

“No”

Being in love with Yoongi felt easy, it was natural. He continued to take care of you in little ways whether it was packing your lunch,giving you transit fare or rubbing your temples when you were tired and falling asleep on him.

Our mans is definitely about that acts of service life. He loves quietly.

Pda made him want to die just a little inside but he wasn’t opposed to holding your hand. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide anyways, you guys were already public. 

He wasn’t the jealous type and although he’d never admit it, he loved how much you and the boys love each other. He’s got a bunch of pictures on his phone of you just in the dorms being domestic. You spent more time there than you did in your own dorm room.

 So although he doesn’t say it often, he shows it with every part of his being. The way his eyes sparkle when he sees you in the morning, his proud smile in your graduation photos. It also made his heart flutter that you got his dry humor and you dished it right back to him, smack in the middle of the maknae line teasing him and Jin about being old.

And when you learned Daegu Satoori from Taehyung to surprise him? Namjoon had to hold him back from proposing on the spot. And to think he ever thought you and Namjoon were dating.

Yoongi bits ✨tid bits about you and yoongi ✨

Yes Yoongi genuinely thought you were drunk and he wasn’t flirting(he got that nuerodivergent rizz)

When Yoongi told you the mint hair wasn’t real and washed it out you cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

You guys have two apartments together, one near Hybe and one in Daegu. You both prefer the apartment in Daegu because that means Holly gets to stay with you guys.

Everytime a new design for shooky it mysteriously appears in the apartment.

You guys have two cats per your request(a white one named sugar and a black one named gloss) the things Yoongi does for love

You guys have been happily engaged for the past year and he proposed in the most unromantic way possible 

NSFW

Baby, Yoongi is a switch with a capital S

Now I have never met a non kinky neurodivergent person and Yoongi is no exception. He enjoys a good power dynamic and has definitely explored kink in the past with previous partners so he’s experienced.

 But Yoongi does occasionally just like to fuck, no rules no dynamics. Just vanilla sex

He’s a lot softer than his image and he honestly likes the separation between the two for his own sanity. The fans think he’s this no nonsense hardass, but he’d much rather praise and reward you than dole out punishments.

He’s a softie at heart and finds a bit of bratty behavior to be cute so you can definitely get away with a lot. Not to say he’s a complete pushover but he definitely will let a good amount of back talk slide before he puts you in your place. It's almost infuriating how calm he is if you’re the type that brats in hopes of a punishment. He’ll just look at you and laugh about how cute you’re being before returning back to whatever he was doing.

It’s pretty hard to tick him off but also not impossible, the easiest way to get him to snap is to mess with him in the studio; especially if he has a deadline coming up. That's how you end up on your knees crammed under his desk not even allowed to suck his dick but just sit there and keep it warm while he works. The condescending mumbles and coos he lets out while stroking your head is enough to send you careening straight into subspace. “Just needed something in your mouth, huh?”he’d purr and gently drag his nails across your scalp

Tongue technology. We all know about it, but you get to experience this first hand at your beck and call. Yoongi is the first one to admit you’re spoiled and when you’re not being a brat, all you have to do is ask and he’ll be in between your legs. He could and has spent hours down there teasing your folds and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t take it anymore.

Somnophilia. This is a kink that goes both ways for you guys but honestly he finds it really hot when you take what you need from him. Waking up groggy in the middle of the night to you fucking yourself on his cock is one of the quickest ways to get Yoongi whining and gripping the sheets. Bonus points if you tie his hands up or cuff them to the bed posts.

He’s not really a fan of quickies and prefers to take his time, but he’s not opposed to shoving you into a closet and getting you off on his fingers if you’re getting needy. He just wants to take care of his girl.

Speaking of his hands, they end up around your throat and in your mouth quite often. Whether you’re sucking or gagging on them, Yoongi makes good on this little fixation and makes sure you get your fill.

He’s down to being pegged. Somebody had to say it guys,🗣️ Yoongi wants something up his ass ‼️

Whether you have him bent over a table or you’re tied up and he’s riding you, Yoongi does enjoy penetration and he’s not ashamed of it. He likes how dazed and pliant you get when he’s bouncing on your strap all flushed and pink and whining. it’s a rush to his head and sends him over the edge faster than he can get a hand on himself.

He’s a fan of cozy aftercare and pillow talk. After you’ve both cleaned up and the bed is moderately clean, he’s off in the kitchen getting snacks and water so you two can cuddle and recap what you liked and disliked. He gets really affectionate after he cums so it usually dissolves into him mumbling praises and kissing all over your face before falling asleep.

All in all Yoongi is the best boy.

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Metamorphose | 2k

my masterlist | ao3 ✦ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader ✦ Summary: You and Simon deal with the pain of losing a baby. ✦ TW and general warnings: established relationship, angst, fluff, sensitive content (abortion), depression and eating disorder mentions, it's painful but he comforts you

A/N: Hi everyone! Since I'm working hard on some requests I've received and in the next chapter of Shades of Red, I decided to release this kinda old drabble of mine here. I'm not too satisfied with how it ended up but enoughly to post, so enjoy <3

I'd also like to mention that I have a taglist for my longfic Shades of Red but not one for my general writing and drabbles so I'll make a post for it, but till then, if anyone's interested in being tagged in my general posts and drabbles, please let me know <3

The sky is colored in blue, pink and purple.

Mostly blue.

You stare outside of the window while it changes, a golden yellow sun by the morning that rises; it spent too much time burning bright in the also bright blue sky. You counted the hours till it started descending. Now, the sun was nothing more than a little line by the horizon, and the sky was fading into cold colors, fading into the cold night. 

You feel hungry, but it felt wrong to eat knowing you’d be sick of your stomach the second food hits it. You’re not in town anymore, Simon decided it would be better if the two of you took some time out in the country, where it was safe and you’d have time and space to do the things you loved. Running with your dog, swimming in the lake, breathing the fresh air. Truth is, you don’t feel like doing anything. Your legs are too tired, you’re sleepy, you’re tired. You’re very tired. 

You heard him on the phone earlier. His voice was hoarse and low, he argued you wouldn’t want to receive visits. You could tell whoever it was - was insisting, pushing him too hard into allowing them to visit you. He blatantly denied, and you could feel his mood changing in a bit of seconds, his patience running low and the moment he turned off and let out a huge snort; and it had been perhaps two hours since that happened.

You let out a tired sigh, your empty sad eyes stare down at a small sign of movement under the window you were staring at. A little cocoon, seeming to be still inhabited, was hanging from a little line in there. You knew it was supposed to keep hanging till the moment that little caterpillar metamorphosed into a butterfly, and broke the shell, flying out freely. But for some reason you can’t understand - as well as many things in nature, this one cocoon is about to fall.

Your shaky hands reach out for it and before it hit the ground, you carefully pull it and it detaches without a second guess. You take a small look around the room and grab a small empty cup where the water you were supposed to have drunk evaporated, and place the small thing inside of it.

“There you go.” You mutter, the first time you hear your own voice in days, maybe weeks. 

Some things aren’t supposed to happen. And you’re not supposed to die without being conceived the chance of living, even if only for a day.

You reach for Simon downstairs, minutes later. Looking pale for the lack of food you’ve been putting yourself through, tired for even standing, collateral effects of the strong medication you’re taking for the sake of your life. 

“Baby.” You mutter, and he turns instantly from the alluring stare he was giving the fireplace. Your man’s sitting in a cozy armchair, drinking tea - cold at this point - and dissociating just like yourself. You blame yourself for a second: how can you put him through so much? Isn’t he suffering as much as you, why are you isolating him?

“Yes, my love?” He quickly responds, like he craves for hearing more of you. “Another nightmare?” he asks, standing to come closer to you.

You shook your head. “No… I found this.” you show the cup between your hands; Simon doesn’t seem to get it at first glance. “A butterfly. It’ll come out anytime, the cocoon is moving.” you state.

“Oh.” He raises an eyebrow, and sighs a little. “What a cute thing… Should we put it in the garden?” He asks, so much calm in his voice you feel yourself a little lighter. 

“I want to see it.” You state. “The butterfly, I don’t know what type it will be, I’m curious.” 

Simon looks at you like love would, if love was a person. He’s as tired as you, you can tell. Maybe his legs work a bit more than yours and his hands have the capacity of doing the hard work still, but his mind is as empty as yours.

“Of course.” He nods, and reaches for his own coat, placing it around your shoulders. You feel warm and cozy to the smell of him. “We can watch, come on.” he suggests, and grabs onto your hand. 

His squeeze is light and calm, and your body follows him instinctively, not thinking about anything but the comfort you crave right now.

For the past few days, the only thing you could think of was the void in your belly. The void you haven’t felt in months; when you told him you were pregnant, Simon stared at you in complete despair and horror for at least ten excruciating silent minutes. You weren’t used to the idea as well, you’d have to interrupt your current work, you’d have to dedicate yourself to learn the slightest about being a mother.

It is a lie that every woman is born knowing how to hold a baby. When the two of you would visit some of your friends and their children, you’d try to picture yourself as holding your own baby instead of holding theirs. You couldn’t. They’d tell you that oh, god, don’t hold him like this, while laughing. But for you that was a sinful despairing moment.

Simon knew better than you, as a matter of fact. He held babies correctly, unintentionally - but very correctly. 

You didn’t know if you were supposed to feel envious of his natural ability or proud of having this man as a daddy to your baby. 

You learnt to love the little thing growing in your belly. He did, too. He would often bring gifts to you - keeping track with your cravings, and also buying things for the baby. Baby’s little room would be full soon enough. This little creature who wasn’t even born yet was everywhere around your house. The worries about conciliating Simon’s work with your pregnancy were starting to catch the two of you off guard, and soon as he asked for a license to take care of his pregnant wife, that day. That night. So much pain, so much blood. He wasn’t a small lifeless fetus anymore, it was a whole baby. It was a girl. She had a name. 

Some things aren’t supposed to happen. 

“Your parents want to visit.” He mutters, the two of you sitting in the swinging chairs by the garden, surrounded by dozens of different kinds of flowers. The weather is fairly cold, but you don’t feel it with his coat around yourself. “Told them you wouldn’t want to.

“I don’t.” You agree. “Tell them I need time.”

“I did.” He fixes the coat you have around yourself, and glares into you as the sky fades into deeper tones of dark blue. “I was a little less polite than that, but I did.”

“If you weren’t, they wouldn’t listen.” You argue, looking at him now, too. Your eyes fall deep into the void of his own. 

For the first time in those two painful weeks, you can feel his pain flowing through his damaged soul. Like yours. 

“I know. Terribly stubborn blood you have, dear.” he mutters, moving your hair off your face. “Did you manage to eat something today?”

“No. I’m sorry.” You mutter, your voice failing for the first time.

“Don’t do this to me.” His voice comes out pained like yours. He closes his eyes, and his jaw clenches in sadness when he sees the tears start gleaming through your eyes. “Don’t apologize. Don’t cry…” he asks in an almost begging voice.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, love, this is all my fault, it’s-” you catch your breath in your throat and suddenly, you’re falling apart. Days of nothing, weeks of not feeling anything but pain in your chest, despair, panic, and now you’re falling apart in front of him. Your tears stream down your face like overflowing rivers. “It’s my fault.” You say, grabbing handfuls of your hair and tugging your face on your knees. 

Simon feels his own eyes get drenched as he can’t hold his own rivers by seeing you like this. He kneels down to the ground in front of you, pulling your hands from your hair, carefully stopping you from hurting yourself; feels excruciating to him to be able to do nothing.

“It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.” He mutters, and you feel your body moving up. He holds you like you’re lightweight and takes his seat where you were sat at, now, holding you like a baby against his lap. You tuck your face on his chest now, the tears wetting his shirt, your painful voice coming out in low groans of pain, a painful cry of a mother who lost her children. The sad dead eyes of a father who watched this happening and couldn’t do nothing about it. The grief of parents, who didn’t have the chance of raising their children.

“Why? It hurts so much, so much.” You say beneath your cry, your eyes drenched, your face red from all of the crying. His hand is caressing the back of your head as he silently cries.

“I know. I know it hurts.” his voice is almost a blow of the wind, a whisper. “I can’t possibly know how it feels for your, my darling, but it feels bloody excruciating to me, everyday. I miss her all of the time.” He admits, his voice like the one of a kid who just lost its parents. “I miss talking to her, feeling her kick in. I miss her.” 

For the past few days, the two of you seemed to be speaking in foreign languages.

Couldn’t understand each other. Couldn’t comprehend. He was in pain, so were you. None of you could see each other, understand each other. The two of you needed space. The fights, the screaming, his complaints about your refusal to get help and your anger for not feeling understood.

Right now, you feel understood.

Who could understand a grieving mother more, than the kid’s grieving father?

You miss moments that didn’t exist. That didn’t even happen.

You shouldn’t have died without even getting the chance of living. Even if for a day.

“I’d give anything to have a day with her. A fucking day, just one.” You mutter in admission, as you hug in his arms and feel his warmth start to make you calmer by the second. Simon closes his eyes in acknowledgement.

“Me too, darling. And I don’t know what can we possibly do so this hurts any less, but I’m pretty sure we can make it easier if we’re together in this.” He affirms, his hand reaching for your face and washing away your tears. You look at his eyes for the very first time in weeks now. “We face it together.” 

The sky is painted in dark blue now as night approaches and the cold finally starts rising completely. You feel it hitting your skin, as Simon has you in his arms and you hum a low lullaby to the air. He runs his hand across your belly like he somehow tries to heal you from the void you’ve been feeling.

If she feels empty, then I’ll fill her with my own love.

You close your eyes and even though in this terribly uncomfortable position, you feel warm, and you feel cared. You rest. You fall asleep in a matter of seconds

None of you had awakened in time to see the cocoon hatch and the butterfly fly out. But for the past months, for the past years - when you were facing the task of emptying your baby’s room along with Simon, or when you were working - and even in other times, when you’d catch yourself thinking about her, you’d see a blue butterfly flying around you. 

Simon was too skeptical to believe, but even so, he’d always catch every butterfly he’d see, and bring it to you. “Look, who’s coming to visit!”

[faghubby]

baby it's cold outside

"I have an idea, it you have an open mind" I told Paul. He had just gotten a new job. It paid well but it was outside and he had froze today. We had no money even for long underwear.

"You could wear a pair of my tights, they are very warm" I told him.

"I don't think" he started.

"Try them at least" I begged him. "What harm could they cause"

The next morning I helped him put on dark blue thick tights. They looked funny with his boxers underneath.

"They are kinda comfy" Paul admitted but I could see he was uncomfortable with his boxers crumpled up.

"Really?" I questioned

"Well my legs feel great" Paul admitted.

"You could wear them under your boxers" I suggested. He reluctantly nodded and took everything off and put the tights on first.

"they make you look bigger" i teased cupping his package. He quickly got dressed. As I packed his lunch. I didn't think about it again until Paul came home. He came up behind me as I was making dinner. And grabbed me. He turned off the stove and carried me to the bedroom. I smiled when I saw his erection he fucked me with a passion we had not had in months. After I got up and finished dinner.

"Do you have another pair of tights I can wear?" Paul asked as we ate.

"Yes, but they are purple" I warned him

"That okay they feel wonderful and kept me so warm" Paul told me. Paul wore tights everyday. I would wash them everyday. It was worth it they also made him hornier then ever. He got paid on Friday and I suggested he go buy some long underwear.

"It could wait till next week, if it's not to much trouble for you to wash them everyday" Paul said "we could go out this week"

"No trouble as long as you think it's really okay" I wanted to make sure he was really okay with it.

"Yes, now come with me" he grabbed my hand and took me to the bedroom again.

"Everyday when you come home this week" I teased. Paul didn't answer but kept the tights on as he fucked me.

I grabbed his ass. He seemed to moan more as I rubbed him thru the tights.

"You know it would be alright if you wanted to keep wearing tights, especially if it makes you so horny" I teased as I pulled the tights over his cock when he was finished.

"I um, it's not like that" Paul stuttered as I rubbed his soft cock thru the tights. I leaned down and licked his cock.

"I have other things you might like to try, even softer" I told him. E was hard again.

"Jamie, please" Paul begged as I teased.

"How about these" I said as I pulled out a pair of my satin panties I pulled his cock out from the tights and rubbed my panties against his cock. I thought he would cum right then. I pulled the tights up quick and rubbed him he pumped his load into the tights. I was so turned on but Paul was spent. I grabbed his hand and slid it down. He played with my clit. I wanted to feel his tounge but he had just cum inside me, Paul teased me. I loved thinking about how his fingers where now coated in his own cum. I came to his fingers.

Paul continued to wear the tights everyday. Although he settled alittle not needing sex everyday. But it also made sex all that more exciting.

"Paul I have a fantasy." I said one night after we had sex.

"Oh" Paul smiled as it peaked hisinterest.

"I always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman" i told him.

"Really?" Paul said excited

"Well it's just a fantasy "I explained. I kissed him letting him dream about that. The week ended and we found ourselves in the store buying long underwear. Bit as we walked past a display of pantyhose. I noticed Paul paying special attention to it.

"Paul" I said pulling him close and speaking softly. "Would you rather we got you some more tights instead?" I smiled.

I knew the answer before he answered and was already looking for thick tights. I also picked up a pair of sheer pantyhose. I had picked up three more pairs of thick tights and a pair of nude pantyhose.

"These will feel amazing" I told Paul. I noticed as he drove that he was excited.

I rubbed his leg.

"Would you like to try some other things?" I asked. "Dress up like my lesbian lover?" I teased my macho blue collar husband. But he was even more excited. At home I didn't push the issue. Just letting him think about it. Weeks went by as we continued to play with the tights and even the pantyhose. Which drove Paul crazy with excitement. I suggested other things. Satin panties even a satin camisole. He was reluctant but agreed to try.

"Let me see" I begged. Paul was under the covers with the lights off. Refused to let me see him in my pink satin nightie with matching panties. And pink stockings. I turned on the light and pulled back the blanket. His cock was throbbing a wet spot already appeared in the panties.

"You look so hot" I crawled next to him. I took the lead I was on top I rode his cock. Fucked him. I was in control. I teased his nipples. I came so quick. I slid down and took his cock in my mouth. Easily tasting my own fluids as well as him. I rubbed my finger against his asshole. He didn't stop me. I got brave and slipped a finger into his ass. As I did he pumped his load down my throat.

After that Paul was hooked, he started coming to bed dressed in my panties. He got easily embarrassed if I tried to discuss it. Instead he let me take the lead, let me lead him. He liked it when I played with his ass, I added my vibrator to the play. First holding against he crotch. Then worked it into his ass later.

"Paul, you should stop pretending and start wearing panties all the time" I told him one morning. He blushed deep red. But without a word put on a pair of white panties with a pink lace border. Paul had changed, he had become much more agreeable, down right submissive to me. Although outside of the bedroom he was still his tough strong man.

"My little lebian lover" I called him. Paul still fucked me. But seemed to prefer when I fucked him. Paul asked more and more in his own way for me to be in charge. It all came to a head one night when he had invited a friend from work over fordinner. I had never met Tim before that night.

"It is a pleasure to meet you" Tim stated. Tim was alot like Paul. Or at least like Paul was. But it surprised me when Tim pulled me into his lap as I went to clear some dishes. I looked straight at Paul. Who seemed excited rather then concerned.

"Paul tells me you need a good fuck" Tim said as his hand gropped my ass. I went to slap him but he laughed.

"You can say no" Tim smiled. I looked over and saw Paul rubbing himself thru his pants.

"Take our your cock Paul, stroke it for me" I said. Paul stood and dropped his pants he wore a pink thong. His cock popping out of the waistband.

"Your little bitch wears panties?" Tim said but wasn't surprised. Tim reached under my dress and removed my panties. I bent over the table as Tim pulled out his cock. As Paul jerked off. Tim drove his cock deep into my now very wet pussy. He fucked me as Paul watched.

"Paul told me all about how he liked when you fucked him. I don't think you should let him inside you anymore though." Tim was about the same size as Paul. But with Paul watching I came so quick. When Tim finished he thanked me for dinner and dessert. While Paul licked my used cunt clean. I assured him Tim was invited back very soon.

[ncityprincess]

one last present 🎁 ♥️

pairing: yuta x y/n

plot: this is extremely corny and stereotypical but i wanted to write it anyway 😁 y/n has a sexy little christmas surprise for her boyfriend yuta. also this is very loosely based off of @neoculturecollectives Yuta role play fic series. it wasn't supposed to be a role play thing but the pieces just kinda fell into place lmaoo 😭. songs I listened to while writing this (no correlation to the story but I just wanted to add these in lol): drunk on you by jus2, square biz by Teena Marie, you calling my name by got7, blue orangeade by txt, 2 on by tinashe

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!

“i actually have a few more presents for you. wait for me out here, i’ll be right back” you said with a sweet smile. you and yuta had gotten a little too intoxicated last night at your family’s annual christmas eve party. needless to say you two spent christmas morning and christmas afternoon knocked out cold with the curtains closed.

“more?? you already went overboard with the gifts this year, sweet pea” yuta said as he took a look at the mess of gift boxes and wrapping paper that littered the living room. it was your guys’ first christmas together in your new house. you wanted to make it extra special and memorable. “yeah yeah, mr. modest. just get nice and comfy and i’ll be back in a few.” before yuta could protest you sprang up and skipped to the bedroom. yuta shook his head, but did exactly as you asked and got to work cleaning up in the meantime.

you grabbed the hidden shopping bag from the back of your closet and pulled out the red, lacy number. you had seen this sexy lingerie set at victoria’s secret while you were out shopping one day and you just had to have it. yuta was like a starved man when it came to seeing you in lingerie. it didn’t matter much, or how little you left to the imagination. he loved seeing you dressed up in dainty little garments. you felt hot in them, he loved fucking you them. a win for all parties involved.

you stepped into the red negligée and admired the red bows on the straps. the crimson color complimented your skin nicely. you slipped on a pair of stilettos and finished off the look with some red lipstick. you took one last look at yourself in the mirror before fluffing up your hair. let the games begin, you thought to yourself.

when you opened the door you saw yuta in the kitchen throwing away the last of the wrapping paper. he had no idea what he was in for. “excuse me, can you please help me find santa’s workshop? i’m a little lost” you said in a soft, seductive voice. yuta whipped his head around and his eyes immediately went dark. you had him right where you wanted him.

“holy shit babe, what are you doing to me?” he growled. “don’t you like it? i’m like a little present you can unwrap.” you did a slow spin for him so that he could get the full essence of the outfit. yuta stalked over to you slowly, taking in your delicious curves and beauty. “of course i do, sweet pea. but why are you looking for santa when i’m right here?” yuta indulged in your little fantasy you created.

“well, i’m supposed to be with all the other presents in santa’s workshop, but i think he forgot about me” you said with faux sadness. “well shit, i’m not santa, but i can definitely use another present. you gonna let me open you up and play with you baby?” yuta ran his hands up and down your sides and stared down at you like you were his prey.

“uh huh” you bit your lip and looked up at him with the cutest doe eyes you could muster. yuta grabbed your hand and led you to the living room. “why don’t you go lay under the christmas tree for me, sweet pea? show me how pretty my little present is." you walked over toward the christmas tree with an extra sway of your hips and slowly kneeled onto the ground. yuta looked down at you and watched as you arched your back, ass high in the sky on full display. you maneuvered onto your side, resting your head on your hand and posed perfectly for your man.

“do i look pretty for you, sir?” yuta’s dick twitched in his christmas pajamas. you were being so obedient and submissive, it drove him insane. “fuckin' gorgeous, baby. but i’m not really sure how i should use you. why don’t you touch yourself for me, huh? show me how you want me to play with you.”

you wasted no time and stuck two of your fingers into your mouth, getting them nice and slick. your panties were already soaked. you needed something, anything, to relieve the pressure between your thighs. yuta watched closely as your hand slid lower and lower, before they finally landed inside your panties.

you let out a soft moan when your fingers made contact with your sensitive clit. once you felt warmed up you slid one finger inside of you, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. “fuck, that's it. make yourself feel real good for me.

you slid a second finger inside of you and spread your legs even wider. you wanted nothing more than to put on the best show possible for Yuta, making sure he saw everything. "can–can you play with me now? please sir?" you whined. Yuta stalked over to you and grabbed your chin firmly.

"since you're my little toy that means I own you, isn't that right baby?" you nodded your head frantically, loving how small he made you feel. "that's what I thought. now, you're gonna keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop, got it?" Yuta's dark eyes never left yours as he let go of your chin. you sped up your movements as you watched Yuta strip himself of his clothes.

soon after, Yuta pulled your hand from your panties and examined your wet fingers. your chest was heaving due to how worked up you were. he shoved your fingers in your mouth and you moaned at the earthy taste of your arousal. "hands and knees. now." you wasted no time and flipped over. Yuta ran his hands over your plush ass, and landed a harsh smack on it, causing the sound to echo in the living room. you lurched forward at the impact, and Yuta grabbed your hips back into place.

"you're running already? this isn't even the fun part yet, baby." Yuta stroked himself to full hardness, and pulled your red panties over to the side, granting him full access to your dripping hole. Yuta leaned down right next to your ear. "ready, sweet pea?" you pushed your hips back into his, hoping the action would make him enter you already. "mmm yes please sir, I need you." Yuta grazed your earlobe with his teeth and gave you another smack on your ass, chuckling at the yelp you let out.

he slowly sank his member into you, letting out a deep, guttural groan. you arched your back even deeper, bracing yourself for the fucking Yuta was about to give you. he snapped his hips forward harshly, each trust earning a throaty moan from you. "goddamn baby, are all the little fucktoys in the north pole as good as you? this pussy is so fuckin' tight" Yuta gritted out. you smiled through his rough movements. you had almost forgotten about the little scenario you guys were participating in. his dick was hitting all the right spots, it was hard for you to even formulate thoughts.

"yeah? you like playing with me, sir?" you moaned out. Yuta's grip on your hips plus the deep angle he was hitting inside of you made you see stars. "fuck yeah, you're fucking dripping baby." Yuta abruptly halted his movements, causing you to whine out. he flipped you back over onto your back. the dimness of the room and the moody lighting of the christmas tree aided in the sexy ambience of the situation. Yuta put one of your legs onto his shoulder. he felt a cold piece of metal and he looked down at your ankle. it was adorned in a silver chain anklet with a 'Y' charm dangling from it. for Yuta.

you noticed him staring at the piece of jewelry. "do you like your other present, honey?" you asked with a sly smirk. Yuta mirrored your smirk and nibbled at your calf. you felt a shock of electricity run through your body. Yuta slid right back in and wasted no time pounding you roughly. "babyyyyy fuck" you moaned out, grabbing onto your bouncing breasts that spilled out of your bra. Yuta's athleticism never ceased to amaze you. he loved nothing more than to fuck you silly while you laid back and took it.

Yuta put his thumb to your bottom lip and smudged out your red lipstick. you sucked his thumb into your mouth and stared up into his eyes. "fuck baby, you're so fuckin' sexy. can't believe you're all mine." Yuta pulled his thumb from your warm mouth and grabbed your other leg, throwing it over his shoulder. you let out a loud, high pitched moan as he folded your body in half. he put his full weight into each thrust, amplifying the sound of your bodies colliding.

you were so close you could taste it. "sir? I'm–I'm gonna cum. can I please?" you whined out desperately. "go on baby, you've been such a good girl for me. go ahead, cum. now." that's all you needed to hear. your orgasm took over your entire body, causing you to throw your head back. you let out the sexiest moan Yuta ever heard come out of your mouth, and soon after, he came with a loud groan. he buried his face in your neck as he milked out the last few drops of cum.

Yuta finally stilled his hips. you both were panting, trying to catch your breaths after that steamy session. Yuta pulled out of you slowly, and you moaned softly, still sensitive from your high. you felt his warm cum drip out of you, but Yuta used two of his fingers to push it back into you. you jerked your hips at the unexpected action. yuta slapped your pussy playfully, "have I ever told you I love you?" you let out a belly laugh, sitting up to attack him with a big hug. "did you like my present baby?" you asked sincerely. Yuta pulled away from the hug and cupped your face gently with his hands. "like?? I'm pretty sure I just emptied like 7 generations worth of kids into you." your eyes widened and you felt a rush of heat fill your face. "you're a sicko!"

the end 🎁

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[skz-records]

nct dream as your 80s trope!

as a lover of 80s/90s music, movies, and fashion, I felt the need to do something like this!

I probably will do, in the future, with 127 and maybe stray kids.

based on my favorite characters from 80s movies <3

Mark Lee

the boy who is in a band and also your chemistry classmate

he's a chill kid, never got in trouble, but his bandmates weren't that good people

got in detention and somehow you too

just you two at the library, reorganizing books by alphabetic order and by gender

when suddenly mark asks why you're there, very quietly and timidly

you say that you answered back a professor that didn't liked you and asked the same to mark

"Somehow, I got the smell of Marijuana on my shirt. They didn't believe that I didn't smoke, and here I am!"

time passed by and you and Mark started to going out, watching his performances and going to arcades also spending the entire night talking on the telephone, only to go to school and spend the entire morning talking and giggling too

eventually, you two got suspended (again) for laughing too loud.

and since then, you two started an incredible bound.

Huang Renjun

your favorite local bad boy even tho he's not bad at all

for some reason he loves all star and leather jacket

smells like mint and mango

except his straight face and the "I might kill you if I want" eyes, he's very sweet and gentle

is your seat mate in algorithms and helps you everytime when you have difficulty with something with a gently voice

and if needed, he will repeat it 100x until you understand it.

your small chats stays only at school, but as times pass by, he asks you to ride you home on his motorcycle or if you need help in any other classes

he's a good listener and gives good advices when you struggle with life

when the first mall inaugurated in your small city, he right away took you there and spent the entire day walking in and out the stores without buying anything except for some ice cream

you watched back to the future for the first time with him

Lee Jeno

the nerd one who is not that nerd

except the great ability he has in some classes and some geek t-shirt he uses (like Star Trek or spider-man). People call him nerd because of his looks and his round glasses

you step out for him during a bullying session and even punched the guy in the face, since then, jeno never left your side

and you kinda didn't want him to, you liked his presence

always reading a comic book or making up theories about the universe. might as well call you during the night saying "y/n, it's jeno! look outside your window, it's full moon!"

loves dracula and zombies theory

at some point, you got 10 magazines only about spider man without noticing

every single one belongs to jeno

likes to go to the park, sit on the grass, and read comic books to you

also into horror movies such as halloween and Scream

would rent a lot of horror movies to see during Friday after school and, at some point in the middle of the night, you two would sleep together on the couch

Lee Haechan

works on a local vinyl shop

eventually knows everything about music and can talk about it with you during hours

bon jovi? that's okay. Metallica? he knows everything about them, too. ABBA? great taste!

that's how you meet him. soft black hair with blond mullet, denim jeans, and black boot with a michael jackson t-shirt.

you went to his shop to buy a gift for a friend and haechan helped you choose madonna's true blue album

he truly loves his job and is always singing while walking on the store or organizing things

he often calls you to keep him company and you eventually started working with him

he has a lot of albuns on the palm of his hand but only didn't have thriller by Michael Jackson since it is the most album seller in the entire world

you gave it to him as a birthday present and haechan cried a little, hug you and whisperer a soft thank you

you two spend the entire day listening to the album, dancing and laughing

Na Jaemin

the popular one with the nice hair

I swear, he has great hair, and it even glows in the sun because of how hydrated it is

always says he uses Farrah Fawcett hair spray

even tho he's popular he's not the jerk one

he's very kind and likes to meet new people

that's how he meet you, the new student

he showed you around, who you can talk and who you can't mess with

and also offered to be with you during lunch breaks

has a great sense of style

always uses flannel shirts and all star shoes

at some point, you two became inseparable, and he kind of forgot the ones who only wanted to be with him because of his "fame"

would totally take you out in those roller rink and also late night talks to gossip !!!!

Zhong Chenle

also the famous one, but it's because he's on the basketball team and team captain

everyone thinks he's a jerk and full of himself but in reality he's just more reserved

but when he's with his real friends, he turns into a sunshine ball and laughs easily

meet you because he shot the basketball ball in your direction

since you worked at the school newspaper, he broke your camera

you started to avoid him because you were so mad at him but he bought you a new one and even better

that made a soft spot for him but you were still a little upset

so he asked you out so he can properly apologize

since then, he would be your muse

drive in dates!!!!!!!

and after the dates, he would take you to eat on McDonald's

Park Jisung

the skater boy who's always with his headphones on and walkman on his waist

is into rpg such as d&d and arcades

you meet him by accident at the arcade

you two wanted to play the same game, and jisung kind of just stopped on his track, gazing at you, and you starred back, both of you didn't know what to do

being the gentleman he is, he let you play first and discovered you were the one who broke his record on the game

"wow, you're so good at this", he would say eventually in a little whisperer but you heard him

he's too shy, so you probably would be the one to ask him to go on the arcades on a daily basis or after school

jisung would explain to you how d&d works with such enthusiasm that convince you to play with him

also would teach you how to skate

and if you fall into his arms, he would blush furiously

[fandomwritingbit]

Heya!! This is my first request so I'm kinda nervous in case it gets rejected ngl.

I was thinking about an scenario where William is stalked by a person he sees everyday on his routine, let's say at a bus stop or a specific store.

William pretends not to notice but actually does.

The stalker is caught staring and following him, yet they don't know that William's realized this.

He eventually confronts them scaring them at first, but then in a kind of flirty/dom way

This is kinda silly but i hope you actually do this one!!! I'm so happy that ur back from hiatus/break and i hope ur doing alright!!

Hi, oh my god I loved doing this request! Honestly I've been meaning to do some darker stuff and this was just perfect, thank you so much!

Also thank you for your kind words, its good to be back and making debauchery. Please feel free to send in anything else xxx

william afton x stalker reader

You would never have considered yourself an obsessive person. Sure, you could become interested or hooked on things, but today that was called 'fandom', not obsession. Obsession is dirty and dark, you weren't some true-crime case study, not in your own mind.

In reality, you were addicted to this man. The first fix a nothing event that snowballed into the burning dependency of today. William Afton is your dopamine and the days you don't get to see Him are filled with withdrawal.

It all began on your nephew's birthday, he turned six and was in love with three things, bright colours, animals and pizza, so your sister got him a party slot at your local animatronic franchise Freddy's. Truthfully, you'd gone reluctantly, not exactly buzzing to be surrounded by a swarm of kids for an hour and a half; but you went out of obligation.

Stained carpets. Humming lights. Plastic chairs. A bear, chicken and rabbit. Excited screaming. Spilt slushes. And Him. The second you noticed Him you were flooded with everything an abundance of butterflies, your heart pounding and an unquenchable sensation between your legs that to this day wouldn't be sated.

He's so handsome, oozing a sleazy charm as He came to your table to check everything was going well. "Where's The birthday boy then?" He asked, the child-friendly smile not quite reaching His eyes, "Tell you what, take some extra tokens." He gave a wink to your sister, who thanked Him. You didn't think to, you were too enthralled, tingling from the cockney accent that tinted His words.

He's just... something else. That sharp jaw with a 5 o'clock shadow this early in the day. Dark rings under His striking blue eyes. But what caught you most was the cracked skin of His knuckles, it shattered the charming businessman façade, exposing something much darker and you were hooked.

You had spent the rest of the party trying to keep your eyes on Him, His tall frame making it fairly easy, until He left and you became deprived. Later, touching yourself in your car, parked in a lay-by, did very little to help quench this newfound thirst. Laid in bed that night doing the same still wasn't enough.

You researched Him, finding the restaurant's social media to reveal His name: William Afton. It suited Him. William Afton. You spoke it over and over just laid there, but aside from that one staff profile, that was clearly aged, there was nothing, no personal accounts, nothing. Forcing you to get your fill the old-fashioned way.

That was six months ago.

Opposite the restaurant there was a small bistro, which suited your needs perfectly. Every morning you were there like clockwork, just to catch a glimpse of Him, taking what photos you could without drawing too much attention. Getting hold of His number plate was orgasmic, because now you had His address.

It’s such a nice house, on a 'good street', fairly large with a lovely garden. But it was always dark. Even when you knew He was there, the only life was the front-facing bedroom, which you'd come to learn was His sons, His own never visible. Curtains never tweaked, leaving you locked out. It was irritating, but the image of Him covered in darkness was something special and it placated you a little.

You try to go to His house as much as possible, but it doesn't miss you how risky it is, what you are doing is wrong and if you were caught it could ruin your life. Yet, how could you willingly deny the temptation.

And recently as the weather began to warm, you were overjoyed to see Him hanging out His washing, it caused an idea to strike you dumb. You could have a piece of Him. Or pieces? You had to limit yourself to taking only a few pieces at a time and it was a cruel struggle. Over the next few days, you created a decent collection of shirts, socks, boxers; enough to wear, or to clutch to your chest as you slept. Or to press over your face as you fucked your hand, His name on your lips.

The day you began taking His stuff was pure bliss for you, little did you know it would become your downfall.

~

Of course he noticed clothes going missing, at first, he brushed it of as strong wind, or even mischievous kids getting kicks by being arseholes. But what he couldn't brush off was the consistency. The... grace. You never left anything else out of place, no footprints, scuffs on his fence, nothing. That wasn't a youth's action. He was curious now.

All it took was a small camera, placed at just the right angle to allow sight of your form, not going over his fence like he'd have thought, no. Using some kind of tool to hook the latch on his gate and slip inside, which explained the lack of marks. Then, it became very clear to him, your motives weren't... menacing, you took his things not to be a nuisance but for yourself. Now, he was more than curious about You.

Knowing Your face opened a whole world for him because You were everywhere. At the shops a few feet behind him, at the restaurant close to the end of the night, at the café over the road every damn morning. He should have been outraged, but he was never one to not feed a hungry beast.

~

Him coming into the bistro was a game changer, He was so close to you, your heart fought its way to your mouth almost making you gag because it was so visceral. You watched Him in disbelief, His easy pace to the counter to order a coffee, then waiting patiently for the barista. Would He sit inside? That felt too good to be true.

As if feeling your gaze, He turns, meeting it unflinching. He set your whole body alight, making your mouth practically water. In anguish, you had to force yourself to look away, nearly shaking in your seat with emotion.

When His order was finished, you watched Him thank the barista, looking over to see where He was going to sit. But your eyes widened when instead of sitting He walked directly over to you, a smirk on His face as He pulled out the chair opposite you and sat. He placed His drink in front of you, large hands surrounding the cup and saucer. You could do nothing but stare, it was too achingly real. Like a bucket of ice down your spine.

He lightly chuckled, "Now, where do I recognise You from?"

I'm open to doing smut for this...

Edit: I did link to pt.2 here

[perpetualproductions]

If We Were Vampires (Pt. 4)

- Jordan and Marie have a talk.

- Jordan gets told off.

- They make out a bit.

CW: Bloooood, mentions of violence

~2k words

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Jordan sat on their bed, anxiously bouncing their leg as they waited for Marie to arrive. They honestly thought she'd sprint over to their dorm, but they turned out to have more time than they thought they did. Not only did they have enough time to hide their evidence of vampirism, but they also had time to pick up a bit. All the nervous energy was making it hard for them to sit still. 

Coming up on six minutes is when a knock finally sounds from their door. In the blink of an eye, Jordan found themselves at their door. They looked back at the bed they were just sitting on, very confused. “What the fuck?” Jordan quietly mumbled to themself. They were currently in male form, so they didn't have their super agility. At least they shouldn't have their super agility right now. So how the fuck did they get there so quick-

Their train of thought is broken by another knock at the door, the loud noise bringing their attention back to the person on the other side. Deciding to deal with the sudden super speed later, Jordan pulls the door open, genuinely smiling when they see Marie. “Hey!” 

“Hey!” Marie echoes, meeting them with a smile of their own. She quickly looks them up and down. They don’t look as bad as they did this morning, looking cozy in a black hoodie and gray sweats, with their hair a bit messy. Marie found it cute. Unfortunately, she was here to have an important conversation with them. She needed to know what happened to them last night that caused them to freak out. “You seem a lot better.” She comments as she walks in and stops in the middle of the room. 

“Yeah, Thanks.” Jordan scratches the back of their head nervously, using it as more of a grounding technique to distract them from the scent of Marie's blood. Jordan wasn't particularly hungry at the moment, having eaten not long ago, but the sudden presence of fresh, flowing blood still caught their attention.

Jordan clears their throat. “So… how was your day?” 

Marie sighs, going to sit down on the couch. “I've had better.” She shrugs “kinda hard to have a good day when you're too busy worrying about your partner…” 

If Marie's goal was to make Jordan feel bad with that sentence, then she succeeded. Jordan moves to sit next to Marie, letting out a breath once they sit down. They reach for her hand, interlocking their fingers and resting it on Marie's thigh. “I'm an asshole. And I'm not the best at communicating my emotions. And…” Jordan lifts their intertwined hands and places a gentle kiss. “I'm so sorry you spent the whole day worrying because of me.” 

Marie gives their hand a gentle squeeze, looking up at their pretty brown eyes. “Okay. First off, apology accepted.” She too kisses their intertwined hands, making Jordan smile. Marie's about to continue, but stops when she notices the new ring on Jordan's hand. Jordan stills as they see Marie adjust her grip on their hand to better look at the ring. “What's this?”

Jordan laughs awkwardly, desperately trying to think of an explanation. “That is a ring.” they say sarcastically, attempting to brush it off.

“Yeah, well, no shit.” Marie rolls her eyes. “I mean I haven't seen it before. Definitely would have noticed with a stone like that.” Marie gently rubs the blue stone with her thumb.

Jordan breathes, trying to steady their heart rate before attempting the impossible… lying to Marie Moreau. Jordan switches to their female form and gently pulls their hand away from her, now fidgeting with the ring themselves. “It was a gift.” 

“A gift…?” Marie looks at Jordan, who's currently avoiding eye contact with her. She listens to their heartbeat. It's weird. Has been since she found them this morning. She didn't know what it was, it was just… different. She decides to revisit her original talking point. “What are you afraid of?” 

The straightforwardness of the sentence shocks Jordan, pulling their eyes back to her. They were not expecting her to say that. “What are you talking about?” They say with genuine confusion. 

“I've known you for a while now, Jordan. I can tell when you're scared, and your heart's been weird in general ever since this morning.” Marie places a hand on Jordan's arm. “Come on, Jordan. Whatever it is, we'll deal with it together.” 

That there is exactly what they didn't want. Marie Moreau involved in all this Supe-vampire bullshit. They're still yet to identify the other vampires on campus, one of whom killed them. They needed Moreau as far away from that as possible. At least until they have the situation under control. 

“Moreau…” Jordan breaths, turning their body to face her completely. “It's me. I'm what I'm afraid of.” 

If there was any feeling Marie related to, it was being afraid of themselves. After what she did to her parents, she's always been terrified of what she was capable of. But Jordan was the most in-control person she knew. So them saying this made her worry about what actually happened that night. “What do you mean?” 

“Last night… I honestly don't remember much of it, but, I'm pretty sure I got into a fight and… it got ugly.” Jordan did their best to tiptoe around the truth, hoping it was enough for Marie to buy this separate narrative. “I don't remember who it was with, all I know is that there was a fight and I hurt someone. I'm the one who made it back here without a scratch on me.”

Marie gives Jordan a sympathetic look. “Do you remember what the fight was about?” She asks, gently.

Jordan shakes their head. “No. Most of the night is a blur. All I know is that I'm really not proud of it, intoxicated or not, and… I was worried that you would look at me differently.”

“Hey…look at me.” Marie gets Jordan to look up at her. “I know you Jordan. I know the kind of person you are and I know you would never hurt someone unless they deserved it. And the fact that you feel bad about it at all shows how good of a person you are.” Marie rubs their arm, reassuringly. 

“And as hotheaded as you are, or however drunk you were, I'm sure you didn't hurt them so bad that you killed them.” She says as if it's something that Jordan would obviously never do. And they wouldn't, not unless the person was trying to kill the people they care about. But the problem was that they did. And worse, it was someone who, as far as they knew, didn't deserve it.

“Heh, yeah. Obviously.” Jordan can't help but wonder if they told her the truth, about who they actually hurt and how, if she'd really not look at them differently. Like a monster. Cause they certainly felt like one.

“Thanks, by the way. That means a lot coming from you.” Jordan offers her a nice smile.

Marie mirrors their smile back. “Of course. What are girlfriends for?” She moves to wrap her arms around their neck, pulling them closer. 

“I can think of a few things…” Jordan whispers suggestively, closing the distance between them with a passionate kiss. It lasts a good minute before they pull away, leaning their forehead against hers. 

“I really did miss you. Even though it's only been a day.” Marie lets out a breathy laugh at the thought. Not being able to help herself, she goes in for another kiss, digging her fingers into Jordan's hair and giving it a light tug. 

Jordan moans in pleasure as Marie attacks their lips, but then, Jordan feels it again… the feeling of an empty stomach, yearning to be fed. Being this close, Jordan is overwhelmed by the scent of fresh blood flowing just beneath Marie's beautiful skin. They instinctively move their kisses to Marie's neck, sucking and licking, itching to take a little nibble. The rush of arousal and excitement fuel their hunger as they feel that ache in their teeth, fangs growing out and eyes darkening.

They don't know what it is, but they feel themselves hesitate, as if a part of them was trying to pull them out of the haze. A little voice begs them to look at who they're about to feed on. Jordan tries to hold on to that bit of humanity, poking through the darkness, before they do something they'll regret for the rest of their life. 

Using all their strength and willpower, Jordan manages to pry themselves away from Marie. They quickly force themselves off the couch, shifting into male form as they make sure to turn away from her so she can't see their monstrous appearance.

Marie is taken back by Jordan's sudden movements. She looks up at them worryingly, noticing just how much their heart rate spiked. “Are you okay? Did I pull too hard?”

Jordan took deep breaths, in and out, trying to ground themselves. They don't even register Marie's words, too focused on tuning out the sound of her blood flowing through her veins. They thought they'd last a bit longer before they had to feed again. They should have been more careful. They almost bit into her neck, literally seconds away from doing so. Holding on to that little bit of control, they slowly begin to pull themselves together, but they still couldn't ignore the hunger, slowly becoming more prominent. They needed to eat.

“Jordan?” Marie stood up from the couch, beginning to slowly move towards Jordan. “What's wrong? What do you need?” 

Jordan's breathing finally steadies, their face going back to normal. Their stomach was still screaming at them, but they managed to compose themselves enough for now. “Sorry about that.” Jordan sighs, turning back around to face Marie. “I think all the emotions just got to me.” They tried to reason. 

Marie sighs, closing the distance between them. Jordan gulps nervously as Marie grabs their hands and looks up at them. “Look…You're obviously really going through something right now, and it's okay if you don't want to talk about it yet, but you gotta stop lying to me.” She speaks seriously. “I'm here whenever you're ready to talk, but until then, be honest with me. It's not up to you to decide what I can and can't take. You don't need to protect me from anything or anyone. Even from yourself. Cause I can take it, Jordan. You of all people should know that.” 

Jordan was at a loss for words, truly taken back from being called out like that. “Marie–” 

“Don't. Just– I'll see you tomorrow, okay?” Marie reaches up to cradle Jordan's face with her hands. 

Jordan closes their eyes, leaning into her touch while also fighting off their aching hunger. Marie slowly pulls Jordan in, landing a soft kiss on Jordan's lips. Jordan instinctively chases after her lips as she pulls away. They finally open their eyes, being met with equally emotional, brown eyes. “I'm sorry…” they breathe out.

Marie nods, “I know.” 

She drops her hands from their face and makes her way to the door, Jordan turns, watching regretfully as Marie opens the door, about to walk out before stopping one last time. “Bye.” With that, she leaves. 

As much as Jordan wants to run after her, hold her, kiss her deeply, they know they can't. Not while they can't control themselves. They hate that the first thing they do once she leaves is rush to the mini fridge and pull out a blood bag, desperately opening it up and drinking. 

The immediate relief that fills their body doesn't stop the ache in their heart. They slowly get up, taking the blood bag with them as they make their way to their bed. Jordan slips under the covers, leaning back against the headboard. They sip gently, trying to savor every drop. They had to practice restraint, and get their cravings under control. They also needed to find whoever did this to them and make them pay. And to do that, they're gonna have to learn more about vampires. Unfortunately… They currently only know one other vampire on campus.

… Fuck.

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Thanks for all the support guys. Part 5 is in the works. Hope you enjoyed 😎👍❤️

-PB

[hellishattempt]

all is fair in love and war. . . jason todd.

it is four in the morning but this idea of the joker kidnapping jason's girlfriend, and hurting her in front of him, has been keeping me awake so here we are.

of course this is going to include violence, blood / gore, descriptive injuries, kidnapping, and other things of that likeness. will also include mentions of hospitals / hospital machinery and leukemia so if you are sensitive / easily triggered by those categories, this is not for you </3

summary : you are the resurrected jason todd's girlfriend, living with your mother and little brother in the crime ridden city of gotham. whenever there is danger near you, the red hood immediately swoops in to save you. this has not gone unnoticed by one particular clown of gotham. so he decides to use you to get to the red hood. && this kinda goes along with the arkham knight route of jason's past.

also i kinda hate how i represented the joker in some parts so bear with me. and this is really long. like. way longer than i anticipated. so. sorry?

with that all being said and done, off we go into this delirious one shot.

        "i'm sorry" tears were falling from the girl's eyes. "i didn't have a choice."

        the boy scoffed. "there's always a choice." he had been led here, sold out by someone he loves once again. first it was his mother, who cared more for her drugs than she did her own son. now, it was his lover. the two women in his life who he was supposed to always be able to trust. and they were the two who had betrayed him. the irony was suffocating. 

        "he took my brother. he took him." the girl was struggling against her bonds, tied to the balcony above him. her fresh bruises and the cut above her eye showed she had put up a fight. "he's only a boy."

        "so was i," the boy's voice cracked. he was twenty - two now, but it was only six years ago when he was trapped in a warehouse much like this one. he was tortured, beaten and abused endlessly for days, weeks, months. a video was taken over the span of the boy's time away. it was sent to his father. the boy's father had done nothing. he was the most powerful man in gotham, and he did nothing. he watched. when he finally did something, it was too late. the boy was dead. the clown had won. 

        "you would've done the same if it was any one of your brothers."

        "i know. it's okay, i'm not mad," his voice sounded distant. she was right, of course. all of his brothers could take care of themselves, and could be scary sometimes, but the boy loved them too much to let them be hurt in any way, even if he doesn't show it. 

        "i'm sorry," she whispered once more. 

         from the shadows, that same maniacal laughter from all those years ago rose up from the balcony. the boy faltered, falling into the arms of two large henchmen, who held him tightly. the clacking of the clown's shoes came closer. "ah, young love. so pure. so innocent." he stepped into the light. "so . . . fragile." there stood the clown prince of gotham in his purple suit and bright green hair combed back neatly. his face was painted snow white, accented with his trademark blood red smile. the red looked so much like fresh blood the boy stole a glance at his girl. the cut above her eye had not stopped bleeding. he became sick to his stomach as the thought of the clown's smile being painted with her blood. joker's green eyes were staring down into the boy's deep blue ones. "hello, jason."

        the room got smaller. it became harder to breathe. it felt as though he had been slammed into a brick wall. he could still hear it. the scrape of the crowbar. the ticking of the bomb. the crunch of his bones. he could feel the metal breaking him again and again. the ties digging into his skin. the iron taste of blood on his tongue. he had spent six months being abused and tortured by this very villain. it took all of his strength not to just shoot the clown down where he stood. 

        "it's so good to see you again, little birdie. how's your back? healed nicely after i broke it, i hope. did you get my flowers? i made batsy promise he'd bring them to your grave." the word grave made jason suck in a breath. he had died. and it had been this clown's fault. now he was here, at the mercy of the joker once more.

      the joker circled the girl, and crouched down to her level. he ran a gloved hand down her arm. "such a beautiful girl."

        "don't touch her!" the red hood shouted from below, struggling against the men holding him. 

        the clown ignored him. "do you want to hear a joke?" the girl nodded, terrified. she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "good, good. so, what's red and bad for your teeth?" he grabbed something from the dark with one hand, the other caressing her face. "a brick!" laughing his heartless laugh, the brick came crashing down and slammed into her face. the girl fell to the floor, her scream echoing through the abandoned warehouse.

        "(y/n)!" jason's vision rimmed red with fury. he snapped. he wrenched away from his captors, taking both down easily. more of joker's goonies filed into the room. without hesitating, jason killed every single one of them. he would burn the joker down to the ground for hurting her. another scream came from the balcony. jason looked to where she was. the joker had hit her again. distracted, he was easily overpowered. the joker had his people strip him of his utility belt and all weapons. he was helpless. 

        "now, now, birdie, let's not get too excited here. i know you're just dying for your turn, but don't worry. my crowbar is stored safely away, waiting for your return." the joker walked to the edge of the balcony, tossing the brick between his hands. it dripped with her blood. 

        "let her go, joker. it's me you want. not her. leave her out of this," jason pleaded. 

        "ah, ah, ah. sorry, birdie, but no can do! she here is the key to your obedience." the joker just shook his head. he turned back to the girl, "this might sting." the joker continued to hurt her, and jason was defenseless. she grew quieter with every strike, and jason began to worry the joker had pushed too far. 

        "(y/n). . ." jason breathed. the joker had forced her to stand, and jason got a look at all the damage that had been done. her face was swollen and scratched. the smooth skin now rough and uneven. her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, matted in knots mixed with dirt and blood. her eyes flitted open and jason got a glance at her irises. one was red from the cut above it. her eye was trying to push the blood out, so it looked as though she was crying bloody tears. her white shirt had been ripped open, revealing her lacy black bra. it was jason's favorite of hers because of the way it defined her features. the lace was torn, and the straps were fraying, slipping from her shoulders. right under her collarbone was red and irritated. the joker had written something on her, much like the "J " he had branded on jason's face. jason tried to make out what it said, but the word was too bloody and too rough to see what it was. her side stained the shirt red, the mark spreading to her stomach. the joker had hit something, and hit it hard. her black flared skirt hid the dark stains of blood well, but jason knew they were there. her long legs were scarred from both the beatings and the jagged floor beneath her. her wrists and ankles were bound by a thorny rope, the material digging into her skin. jason prayed to whatever god what out there that the rope didn't cut too far, for fear of any one of her veins being opened. her bare feet were being stabbed by the jagged iron floor beneath her. blood dripped in a steady stream to the floor below her. the joker had hold of her arm, and it was clear he was the only thing stopping her from falling. 

        "isn't she so pretty? such a pretty, pretty angel." joker grabbed her face. "wait, now hold on a second. she needs a smile." joker pressed two of his fingers against the wound on her side. evangeline winced, losing her balance, while joker raised the two fingers to her lips and painted a smile on her face. "look, we're matching!" he showed off her smile of blood to jason, his trademark smile right next to hers. 

       jason couldn't look. his love, his one, his person, was in this mess because of him. she was bloody, broken and bruised because of him. if he had just stayed away, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. but she was so intoxicating. her voice, her laugh, her tendencies and quirks were things he couldn't live without now. it all started in that damn library with that damn book. pride and prejudice. they had tried to check it out at the same time. it was a cliche meet-cute, but jason wouldn't ask for anything better. he had let her check it out, and when it had been returned a week later, (y/n) had left a slip of paper bookmarked on the first chapter. on the note, it read her phone number. "this is a bit risky, but there's no way in hell i'm passing up a hot guy who reads jane austen. call me! xx (y/n)". that was over six months ago.

       of course jason called her. she had been so damn beautiful when they met. her hair was half up in a knot on her head, the other fell down in cascading waves. her loose clothes hung from her frame, revealing nothing about the shape of the body beneath it. her lips were slightly chapped, and you could tell she bit on it as a nervous habit. her hands had been cracked, dry from the cold weather outside. she had been standing in the sun, so her blue light glasses reflected across those eyes, and they shone in response.

       they set up a date. they were going to meet at the local coffee shop, just across from the library. again, it was cliche, but jason wouldn't have had it any other way. they sat in that coffee shop until closing, having been there for over six hours. they talked about everything: their families, their likes and dislikes, past pets, childhood, and even their most embarrassing moments. when the baristas kicked them out for closing, neither one wanted the night to end. jason wanted to stay with her forever, wanted to hear her lustrous voice for eternity. she invited him back to her apartment, and he smiled so wide as he accepted. they stayed up all night- well, jason did. (y/n) fell asleep on the couch at around four am, three fourths of the way through the six hour pride and prejudice movie.

       now here stood the same girl, still just as beautiful, but her beauty was marred by blood and grime. (y/n) looked so helpless in the joker's arms. her broken body was like a ragdoll, limp and lifeless. the sight made jason want to cry and scream and vomit all at the same time. she was so precious and didn't deserve this.

       "please," red hood pleaded once more. the psychotic clown just smiled back at him. "i'm begging you. i'll do anything. just don't hurt her anymore."

       "my, my. you didn't even beg for your life, but you'll beg for hers?" the joker mused, studying jason. jason was on his knees on the floor below him, his hands bound behind his back. he had been stripped of his utility belt and all weapons. his mask was broken and scattered across the floor, and the domino one wore underneath had been removed. his comm link had been ripped from his ear and crushed. no calling for help now. it was just jason and the joker's army.

       "she's all i have left." the words were a whisper, laced with ruin and defeat.

       "then i will take her from you, too." the joker pulled out a shiny revolver from behind his back.

       "no!" jason called out, tears staining his vision.

       glass rained from the ceiling as canisters of smoke gas filled the room. somebody was attacking the warehouse.

       a gunshot rang out. a female voice cried in a silenced scream. a body fell to the floor.

       "(y/n)!"

       just then, four vigilantes landed in the warehouse. the joker screamed out, fleeing from the scene and taking the still body of the girl with him. more goons filled the room as the vigilantes prepared for a fight. the henchmen holding onto jason had let go of him, but he hadn't moved. he was delirious, in shock and unresponsive. a comforting hand was on his shoulder.

       "jason? jason, are you okay? are you hurt?" it was dick grayson, aka nightwing and jason's older brother. "come on, jay. we gotta get you outta here." he hauled his younger brother to his feet, slinging jason's arm around dick's shoulders. jason vaguely took in the scene, seeing spoiler, robin and red robin all fighting off men twice their sizes.

       "she's gone," jason muttered, mostly to himself. "i couldn't protect her, and now she's dead."

       "it's okay, little wing. you're safe now." nightwing's voice was calm. "oracle, red hood's been injured. i can't say how bad, but there's blood all over the warehouse. the joker got to him again. you got to get us out of here." a muffled voice responded to dick's call for help. soon, the batcopter was hovering over them, releasing a ladder for the vigilantes to grab onto. "spoiler, robin, let's go! red robin, come on! we got red hood." the other three nodded in response, running for the swinging rope ladder. but jason's weak body began fighting against dick as he hauled him up.

       "no! i won't leave without her!" he thrashed.

       "without who? come on, little wing. there's bombs rigged all over the warehouse, we got to go."

       "(y/n)! i have to save her. he took her. the blood, it's hers, not mine. please, dick. she's all i have."

       dick ran a gloved hand down his face. "shit. jason we can't do anything now. the joker's gone. we have to get back to the batcave first, then we can start looking for her."

       jason wasn't happy with that answer, pushing himself off dick. nightwing made a motion to robin that he didn't see, and something sharp was in his neck. his body slowed, becoming numb. dick grabbed him once again. they drugged him? hurt flashed in jason's heavy lidded eyes.

       "you bastard. he's gonna kill her," jason croaked. but nightwing just shook his head. then the world went black.

       jason awoke some time later, strapped down to a cot in the batcave's medical bay. dick and bruce were in a heated argument a few meters away, while alfred was tending to jason's wounds. tim and damian were spectators to the argument, but it was clear they were on dick's side. cass, steph and duke were no where to be seen. barbara was at the batcomputer, running back the tapes of the previous night's events. jason turned back to his brothers, where it looked like bruce was about to give up. he caught a few words, but couldn't hear much.

       "-not stable-"

       "-locked up, bruce! he's a hu-"

       "it's not safe-"

       they were arguing over him, jason could tell. sighing, he looked away, staring at the ceiling.

       "master bruce is concerned for you, master jason," alfred's soft voice spoke as the man cleaned his supplies. "you keep running off to track down the joker, and he doesn't understand why. perhaps you should talk to him." the butler left without another word.

       he doesn't understand? how could he not? i had to save (y/n), surely bruce understands that. i failed her yesterday, but i won't do that again. i'll find the joker, and i'll kill him like i should've all those years ago.

       thumping footsteps pulled jason from his thoughts. it was bruce. he took the seat alfred had just occupied. dick, tim and damian had left the room. jason didn't look at his adoptive father, just kept on staring up. no doubt it was bruce who ordered jason be chained down like a rabid animal.

       "jason-" oh no. he was using his tired dad voice. "why did you go after the joker like that yesterday? no one is ever supposed to face him alone." that was a rule bruce had implemented after jason died the first time. dick had nearly murdered the joker when he found out about jason, and bruce had to stop him from going too far. he had already lost one son to the joker, and couldn't lose another. one of the first things he told tim was to never try and face the joker without bruce or someone else there. even then, bruce didn't like the idea of any of his children taking on the clown prince, no matter how many stood against him. the joker was just too unpredictable.

       "i had to save her." his voice was dry.

       "save who, jason?"

       jason said the answer as though it was obvious. it was to him. "(y/n)."

       bruce's sigh could be heard halfway across the world. "jason, how many times do we have to go over this? (y/n)'s dead. she died three months ago."

       the memory played in jason's head without his permission.

       (y/n), lying in a hospital bed with a forced smile stretched across her lips. the heart monitor next to her was slowing, as was her breathing. the girl's cold hands were clasped firmly in jason's warm ones. it was just them in the room, the doctors had left to give them privacy. they were supposed to be saying their goodbyes, but no words could be spoken. she had been diagnosed a few weeks before they met, but had abstained from telling him until a couple months ago.

       "say something, please." her voice was barely above a whisper, but that was all the strength (y/n) could muster.

       "what's there to say? you're going to die tonight, and i can't do anything about it." jason didn't know how to process his emotions, so he had just turned them off. he felt like he was suffocating in this stupid room. "we were supposed to have the rest of our lives together. i had plans for you and me, you know? i was gonna build us a pretty yellow house, far from here. i was gonna marry you, give you a couple of kids, you know? i was ready to drop everything for you. give up my life as a vigilante for you. but now you're gonna die. you're dying right now."

       his words hurt her heart. she wanted that life with him. she wanted kids with him, she wanted to marry him. "i wanna marry you, jailbird." jailbird. it was her nickname for him once she learned he was former robin and now red hood.

       "yeah? really?" he picked up his head, to meet her starry, watery eyes. she sniffled and nodded. jason smiled a little and pulled a box out of his pocket. he got down on one knee and opened the box. inside, was a beautiful wedding ring, given to him by his stepmother, catherine todd. she was a shitty person, and he didn't care for her at all, but the ring was the only thing she left him when catherine died. "(y/n), i love you more than i've ever loved anyone. i didn't even think it was possible to have all the feelings i have for you. please, will you marry me?"

       her tears rolled down her pale cheeks. "yes, of course, baby. of course i'll marry you. i love you so much, jason. i love you so goddamn much."

       (y/n) died hours later.

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&&. okay so tbh i didn't know how to end this, and then when i decided i wanted the reader to end up being dead i didn't know how to do that either. so the last like eight paragraphs are kinda just a disaster. oh well. hope you enjoyed and i always take requests! i write anything and everything having to do w dc / batfamily, so don't hesitate to ask for the wildest of things. xx atticus

[hypersonic04]

i wasnt the person to request angst but i had a teacher!ross angst/fluff idea — it's matter of whether or not i can explain it well enough 💀

ngl it's probably more fluff than angst but anyways... i'm thinking you had quite a difficult time in secondary school with boys + romance specifically, maybe trusting the wrong people and being at the butt end of teenage stupidity (been there ✊😔). usually you can look past this when you're doing your job, you love the kids and you love teaching, but sometimes the school setting and the air of romance between you and ross (im thinking this is pre-relationship, yearning/hard crushing kinda thing), whilst wholesome and precious, also fills you with unwanted dread and anxiety. it's the visual and energetic combination of romance and school that trigger that feeling, i suppose. i think you're scared of repeating past mistakes, being hurt again, despite the idea of teenage heartbreak being impossible at this point. could you fashion something up? maybe ross realises something is up and comforts you about it, what would he do or say etc. or maybe, to dial up the angst, you distance yourself from him a bit, upsetting him, a lot of tension and whatnot, but then you confront these feelings and bad memories together, remake new, better ones — it's your call, i don't mind the direction you take this. either way, this would be very healing for me icl. ANYWAYS LOVE YOU, YOU'RE MY FAV PERSON ON HERE XOXO

I totally get what you mean.

I think you were quiet at school, so when you went to uni and got your first boyfriend, you were a bit naive, and the heartbreak hit you hard (speaking from experience? me? never.). Anyways, like you said, the whole ‘having a crush at work/school’ thing puts you very on edge, and you can’t help but feel negative about it sometimes.

One specific scenario comes to mind. You and Ross had spent the morning together, both of you having free periods, so you go to the school library and find some materials and books for your lessons. It’s very cute, very flirty - he shows you one book in particular, your heads very close together, and then him walking you back to your classroom after. You’re sat in your classroom that afternoon, feeling a bit like a teenager with a crush (which alone gives you a bit of anxiety), but you’re pulled out of the lovesick bubble by the sound of laughter from the hallway. Like the blurb from the other night where new guy was flirting with you, I think it’s the other way around this time - one of your colleagues is just a bit too friendly with Ross, always bringing him up in conversations and making a beeline for him whenever she can. You poke your head out of your classroom to see them both stood together - her manicured hand is on his arm, and she’s looking up at him exactly the same way you look at him, her blue eyes sparkly and blonde hair flicked over one shoulder. He’s looking at her with a grin, nodding along as she tells him something. You swallow heavily and immediately retreat back to your classroom, clearing your throat and attempting to get back to teaching. You feel so silly. It’s just like uni all over again - feeling naive and thinking that someone like Ross could ever possibly be interested in you. Anxiety surges your chest as you wonder whether he thinks you’re silly, whether he thinks you’re throwing yourself at him (of course he doesn’t, this is you we’re talking about. He thinks you’re incredible, you could say anything and he’d take it as gospel.). You’re sat at your desk, eyes stinging a little and feeling really disappointed. You’re scared that you were wrong about everything.

I definitely think Ross notices when you start distancing yourself from him. You pass each other in the hallway later that day, and rather than giving him the warm smile you normally give him, you just kind of purse your lips and make your way past him hastily. He finds it strange, but puts it down to you being tired, maybe? The days pass, and you’ve declined lunch with him, as well as a lift home, so he’s starting to get a bit concerned now. Obviously, he was super jealous when new guy was flirting with you a few weeks ago, so he’s worried that maybe it’s that again. You’re both crushing on each other so hard, and you’re both so worried that things aren’t going to work out for the two of you, that you end up miscommunicating. He’s distanced from you, you’re assuming that he’s seeing blondie, and you’re both in a bit of a state lol.

I think there’s an evening maybe a week later or so when it’s the two of you left in the building. You’re like ‘oh, sorry, I didn’t realise anyone else was still here.’, smiling at him and averting your eyes from him as you stand in the staff room, washing your mug in the sink. It’s a bit awkward between the two of you as he stands there, hands in his pockets, unable to take his eyes off you for some reason. ‘How’ve you been?’ he asks, clearing his throat. You look at him a bit surprised, realising it’s actually been over a week since you’ve properly spoken - ‘uh, yeah, I’m okay. how’re you?’ - and he says he’s been alright too. You’re liars, both of you. A conversation comes up where she’s mentioned, maybe a staff night out or something, and you’re like ‘yeah, she said you’d be going together, or something.’, feeling a lump in your throat as the words leave your mouth. He frowns immediately, shaking his head a little - ‘uh, no. I don’t think so. I’m not sure why she said that, we’ve not really spoken about it.’. You can’t look at him because you’re just so sad about the whole thing. His heart breaks when the cogs start turning in his mind, piecing it all together.

“We’re not a thing, you know?”

He kind of just says it. He knows it’s a bit of a big thing to say, assuming that you’d care, but the relief that visibly washes over your face makes his stomach flutter. He knows you’re not with new guy (because he outright asked him earlier, it was killing him), so he wonders whether maybe this is a bit of understanding between you both.

“Oh, yeah, I mean-“ you stutter a bit. It’s silent between the two of you until he suggests that you go together (cue Christmas part blurb, one of my favourites, here!), and you cannot fight the smile on your face.

[sludgefriend]

Today, I woke up feeling better than I did yesterday. So that was good. I went into work, and made sure to say hello and good morning to everyone that I work with. This has become important to me, for some reason. We’re working on rice surveys, still. I’m looking forward to them being over, at this point. It’s very… dynamic work. By dynamic I mean not very organized or structured. I really never know quite what to expect, and usually, results are rarely quite what we want them to be. At the very least, I usually enjoy the activities surrounding the rice. It puts me in swamps and streams, sometimes in a kayak. There’s so much beauty in a wetland. Each inch of them is teeming with weird little lifeforms. My favorite kind. I’ve also really come to enjoy kayaking. I knew that I would; I’ve always loved being in water and on water vehicles. Even though I’m shit at swimming and predestined to drown. One of my coworkers taught me to stir my kayak sideways a while back. I struggled a lot with the movement at first. My connection with the motor skills of my accursed corporeal form still leave something to be desired. But I’m learning, you know? And learn, I did. I went from flailing around helplessly to being able to whip out a really great side-stir at a moment’s notice within about an hour.

Anyways. Our sites today were two hours of driving from the office. Pretty sick, honestly. Easy work and a decent helping of fucking around. Spent the drive laughing and joking with my coworkers. Our first site, an agricultural drainage ditch, was a dud. Apparently it had been bustling with rice in previous years. Although, we found a big clam shell with a nice little hole through the middle of it. It had a little magic in it, I thought, so I kept it. Reminded me of a witching stone.

The second site was this big wildlife reservation… thing. Mostly wetlands. Loaded with rice. We just went to confirm the presence of rice, though. Not actually survey. Something about the place felt like being in another country. Whereas the rest of Indiana is just Fucking Corn, this place was bustling with a variety of greenery and life. I got to see sandhill cranes, great egrets, and blue herons. Lovely! Big beautiful birds. This place was also LOADED with soras. A funny little water bird with a very animated little tail that I’d previously dubbed the Illusive Peeper due to a previous struggle that we’d had finding and identifying the little guys. Other sites had handfuls of these guys. We were practically surrounded by them in this one. They have such a delightful call. Such charming little fellows…

After work I sorted bugs with Sarah for our volunteer position. We do this every Tuesday after work. It would genuinely be such a boring task without her, especially because it always comes immediately after our usual 8 hour work day, but the time really just flies. I’m really thankful that she ended up working here.

On the way home from work, I spotted a bald eagle sitting in a field. Bewildering! What are you doing here! I didn’t know you were here! Helllooooooo. Anyways. I was really excited to see him. I pulled my car over and tried to take a picture, but I ended up spooking him off. Oh well. Some things in life are meant to be experienced, not kept, I suppose. I was glad to see him anyways.

I’m tired now. I’ve realized that I focus so much on all of the negative thoughts and concepts in my head and life. It’s easy because they’re so prominent and also just kinda fun to write and think about. But I do think that I am fucking poisoning myself. So, I’m making an extra effort to find all of the good things in my day and life.

[www-jungwon]

★﹐operation kdrama: teaser﹗

pairing jungwon x fem!reader ༉‧₊˚✧

synopsis this summer, y/n (fierce lover of kdramas) is determined to have her very own kdrama romance, and even starts a twitter acc documenting it. things take an unexpected turn when someone leaks screenshots of her tweets to her kdrama enemy, yang jungwon, and y/n finds her perfect kdrama romance turning more enemies-to-lovers than she planned.

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ every episode is inspired by a different kdrama ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

word count ~200 (i'm sry it's so short 😭 the profiles r coming out on sunday thooo)

tw mentions of feeling useless, discontentment with life

notes help the series is starting soon??? anyway send kdrama recs bc i actually need them for the series lol also i had to reuse the netflix thing bc i spent sm time on it pls humor me (might make it the cover it’s just kinda busy lol)

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oh also jsuk this teaser is written but the series is mainly going to be sm !!

try and guess which kdrama the first ep. is based off of lol

The sunset peeks out from the corner of your window, left uncovered by curtains that fell askew after you carelessly dropped them down this morning. You peel them away from the glass, staring at the sky. It’s an azure blue that falls into a vibrant sapphire, and the orange of the sun lights up the edges of the clouds.

This year has almost been a sunset itself, except without the beauty. It was like an endless loop of endings. You almost can’t believe that the whole year has gone by, because it feels like no time has passed, but at the same time it feels like it’s been 3 years. You hate this feeling. This feeling of meaninglessness, uselessness, emptiness. 

This summer is going to be different. In fact, you’ve decided it’s going to be the opposite. It’s going to be perfect. Like a k-drama. The only comfort you’ve had all year.

This summer, you’re going to have your very own kdrama romance. 

You gaze out the window, at the glow of the sunset. The sun setting on your miserable era.

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[thehypotensivegrad]

The Adviser (7/35) | Bechloe Mafia AU

Vincerò - Chapter Preview (Read the rest at ao3) Chloe was quick to discover that when Beca promised something, Beca always delivered.

The following night, Beca, Aubrey, Lilly, Emily, and of course herself went out to "pick up" the first of their two targets. Aubrey and Emily waited in their ride, a shiny new Cadillac SUV that Beca bought that very morning, while Chloe and Beca infiltrated some underground gambling ring. Chloe felt like they honestly stood out like a sore thumb, mostly because of Beca who was dressed in her usual fashion. Tonight's look was a rather dapper dark blue suit ensemble, suit vest and pinstriped tie included. She at least wore comfortable loafers instead of heals. Lilly, also in a dark suit ensemble, very bodyguard-like, was also somewhere in the room, close to a different exit, watching everyone's movements while enjoying a cup of instant coffee. There, they kept watch of a portly young man named Justin. The two of them stayed at their own table, pretending to be immersed in their own game, and waited until Justin stood up to go to the bathroom before Chloe and Beca followed.

"Wait here," Beca said in a hushed tone towards Chloe.

"You're not going in there alone, are you? That's the men's room," Chloe pointed out. Beca gave her a deadpan look in response. "What if they gang up on you in there?"

"Then you make sure no one else enters, and I make sure I politely ask them all to scram before I put the fear of God in them."

"Your kind of too cute to be making those kinds of threats, you know," Chloe insisted, blushing a little at her admittance.

"Then they'll learn hard and fast that looks could be deceiving," Beca replied with a chuckle. "Lilly's not far, if you're worried."

"I'm not worried," Chloe insisted.

"Then would you mind letting go of my hand? You're kinda holding it too tightly," Beca then said. Chloe didn't even notice that she had instinctively grabbed a hold of it – with both hands – until Beca made a comment about it.

Chloe simply nodded and Beca wasted not time in infiltrating the men's room. Chloe heard nothing in the form of protests and saw nothing. Barely a minute past and Chloe hears things smashing, wood breaking, and some rough grunting. She was concerned, half wanting to check in on Beca, half wanting to call for Lilly. It was as if Beca's bodyguard was a mind-reader because as soon as Chloe thought about it, Lilly showed up right next to her. "You're not a ninja, are you?" Chloe ended up asking out loud, but Lilly gave no response.

The noises inside stopped, and Beca stepped out, fixing her suit. "He's unconscious on the floor," she then told Lilly. "But you can pick him up by the legs to drag him out the back exit if you want. We'll set things up in the next location."

Chloe, in the meantime, spent the time Beca was giving Lilly instructions to look for any scratch marks or bruises on her, but other than the ones still healing from her accident, she couldn't find any other.

"Come on, we've got a lot to do," she then heard Beca say to her as she placed a hand down Chloe's back and ushered her out.

Chloe simply nodded in silence, impressed.

[secondfuckingguessing]

July 27th - appointment day.

Yesterday I was REALLY stressed. By nighttims, however, I spent ages in the shower shaving my legs and somehow left feeling different. Still hope to god it's nothing, but at least I'm not panicking. Where do I even start with my dreams?

First of all i was in s car (a celta, if it was so tiny it was uncomfortable). I was on the front seat, the passenger one. My father was the driver, but the csr stsrted wallking by itself and gaining speed, my father couldn't get in. I couldn't move my legs to try to hit the brake. I colud only steer left and use the hand brake. That's what i did sfter a while, stopping at a 45 degree spot. It was a very claustrophobic experience to be in that car.

Then I was in the casa branca house. My friends were there sround s round tsble. It seemed something like my birthday although it wasn't mentioned. Julia was there, giovana was there (giovana again). I was kinda pissed though. Things were shaky between us, like st the lunch. I talked a bit about meat.

Then I woke up, went to the bathroom and fell asleep again.

Next dream stsrted with me sorting out clothes to wash from a tiny bathroom with a dirty toilet. I managed to drop bits of some clothes in the dirty water. Then it was candeias. Tia Jacqueline was there wearing purple glitter in the middle of her face. There was a water purifier in the stairs that went south. I don't remember much more, what happened.

Next thing i remember is driving at night down a highway with my father. He left me at a bus station in the early morning before dawn. For a while in the road we couldn't see anything, so dark it was. He dropped me there, i thanked him (i wasn't so sure of where i was and he left me somewhere further down my journey than I'd expected) and he left. There was a line and a door opened, but the place was pit black. A lot of people with babies entered. I thought that was weird and stayed back. A note on the door said it was a kitchen. I spotted a line on the other side to get bus tickets. I was in sjdr, but if i was there i have no idea where I was going. The line was literally lined with products but at a certain point the aisle was so narrow you couldn't walk. I was interested in buying a casio watch for 95 reais, but gave up cause it was golden and from another brand. It was a corridor that led to one impossible to walk down. Someone else appeared though. My boyfriend. Someone who seemed very simple and ugly to be honest, but who showed up out of the blue(maybe from candeias) just to see me. He wasn't traveling with me. He just bought my ticket while i was enticed with yhe waycj in the dead end aisle. We talked cute for a while, i wished he'd come along with me. I also thought about sending tete a text saying i was there for a while but didn't. I didn't want it to look like I preferred doing something other than seeing her. Weird thing is my boyfriend apparently got me a bus ticket to sjdr. Then i woke up.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Hiiii Lo!

It is so okay dude! October kicked your butt now November is kicking mine c'est la vie! The inbox is a cursed place I just spent forever going through all the ones the piled up lol.

y'know what? You had the right answer on the pickles, they are really not my favourite things 😂

oh no! that sucks :( I gotta re-read so many series. I got a whole box of old books from my aunt the other year and they are everything to me.

we also love intelligent badass women in this household! I still haven't seen legally blonde but I did see scream for Halloween and it was really good!

I'm not too bad with horror though I will pick a comedy over horror any day. I've never seen ginger snaps but I looked it up (it's Canadian!) and now I gotta watch it. I'm not sure if I really have a favourite horror movie I think it's tied between scream and IT but probably scream since IT isn't really scary...

Okay so Sports Car is wonderful, I go feral every time you can hear a clip of someone talking in a song even if it's just for a second. I'm getting a couple colour/vibes from the song it's kinda tricky to describe but when it gets REALLY cold and the sky goes a very pale blue that colour and also rose pink magenta which I didn't think was an actual colour but when I looked it up it had some good pictures that matched what was thinking of! It also reminds me of dry cracked asphalt road in the summer and walking by the river on the beach in late afternoon with the sun not quite setting yet.

Infinitely Ordinary is definitely a blue you get right before the sky is pitch black when you can only half see things and it starts getting colder with nightfall and also doing stupid stuff with your friend when you were kids late at night.

I listened to the entire sick seasons and Northern Attitude is probably still my favourite lol. The View Between Villages is sage green and cream white, it's waking up in the morning to find everything covered in snow and while it's beautiful it also feels wrong with how quiet and undisturbed everything is and doesn't feel right until birds and people and other animals go and live in it.

I don't mind the long winters tbh but when it snows in the first week of November well... it sucks but I do love snow!

RIGHT??? why is it so hard to flirt or even just make friend when not behind a screen I swear.

Nice pronouns you got there! very cool of you!

If i'm the cool as fuck Canadian friend then you're the cool as fuck American friend!

Nooo! [jumps in front of bullet] tell me basic facts! I can remember the weird ones but the normal ones completely escape my mind.

I love baking even though i'm not very good at it, I have 1 very good bread recipe down pat but everything else is kinda hit or miss lol.

I do have one thing to say about the album before I hear anything you have to say about it but Pomeranian Spinster is hot pink and revenge (would totally work in Do Revenge I think)

if you do end up listening to it I wanna know your favourite song out of them!

Я надеюсь, что ноябрь будет для вас хорошим.

- Эль

(which technically translates to something about November being a good ale to you but for my intended purposes acts as a 'I hope this letter finds you in good health' lol)

Hellooooo to my favorite stranger!! <33

Oh dear! I hope in the time it took me to get back to this, November decided to give you a break and you’re able to get some rest!! I’m finally going through the inbox again, at least this time I only waited 13 days instead of a whole ass month 😅

Oh bless, I thought you were going to shame me for being a pickle hater. Solidarity! 🤝 They’re nasty and slimy

That sounds fun!! Keep me updated on what you’re reading, I’m always keeping an eye out for recommendations 👀 I think next on my list is Priory of the Orange Tree which has only sat unread in my backpack for like,, the whole semester 🤪 I’m sure I’ll be annoying about it on here when I get to it

I definitely recommend it! Truly an iconic movie 😌 I STILL need to watch Scream, but I may have potential plans for that in the future at some point, we shall see!

Oooooh please let me know what you think! Absolutely a wild ride of a movie, but Ginger Fitzgerald my beloved. Unhinged women ftw. I haven’t seen IT and I’m unsure if I’m adding it to the list or not. I am a big scaredy cat ajskdkkdkd

I’m eating this imagery all right up omfg. Sports Car has been one of my favorites since a particular mutual recommended it for a Ronance fic, so that one will be coming up eventually 😌 And SO TRUE, the whole talking portion in songs is something that will get me every time

I was going to say we don’t get snow that early, but last year we had a weird fluke where we had a really bad ice storm at the end of October and then basically nothing else. Stranger year. Now it’s still occasionally hitting 70°F in November. Gotta love Oklahoma weather’s unpredictability 😐

Thank you so much! I’m loving the pronouns very much.

Oh god I have so many, I’d be truly obnoxious. The ones that immediately come to mind are: a large portion of the riders of Rohan are women in beards because they couldn’t find enough male riders. Also, Viggo Mortensen, Aragorn, broke his toe kicking the helmet in the scene where he’s tracking Merry and Pippin to the orc camp. They kept that scene because the scream was hella convincing. He also bought two of the horses he rode in filming because he loved them. He also bought Arwen’s stunt double’s horse for her. (I adore Viggo Mortensen). Christopher Lee, Sauruman, wanted to be Gandalf. I could be so obnoxious, but most of these are “common knowledge” against die hard fans and quoting them during movies will quickly get you uninvited to movie night LMFAO. Have I mentioned I love LOTR?

Baking is fun! I’ve never tried bread, but I make kickass brownies. I prefer cooking tho, easier to experiment and play with spices (which my family did NOT do when I was a kid).

Listening immediately! (Listening to the whole album as I’m writing this actually). I gotta say, this album kind of has similar vibes to like,,, The Cranberries and The Bangles I think?? I LOVE it, in short. I’m about halfway through and Easy On Your Own? is my favorite so far. Pomeranian Spinster and Do Revenge, oh my god your MIND. After the Earthquake is also a BOP. I wanna learn these guitar riffs if I ever get a guitar

Will update if favorite song changes, ofc 🫡 But I didn’t want to leave you hanging any longer <33

Hope you are having a lovely day!!

Sorry for leaving this unanswered for so long again 💔 Should be able to respond quicker as school is coming to an end and I’m down a class 😌

- that one massive fucking nerd, Lo/Max

[abimess]

The Best Day

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - AU

Summary: You decide to have the best day of your life with your favorite person in the world.

Word count: 10k || Pronouns: not used

A/N: No Forbbiden chapter yet cause I haven't been in the mood to write smut (let's hope it changes eventually). But here's a story I wrote recently, hope you all enjoy it!

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Wanda was in class when her phone rang. Professor Harkness threw her a glare at the sudden interruption, but the redhead just cast the older woman an apologetic smile before rushing out the door to pick it up. Her features light up in a smile as she reads your name on the screen.  

“Hey, Ginger, where are you?” Wanda’s smile grows wider at the nickname, resting her back against one of the corridor walls. “In class. A very important one, by the way.” She complains in a playful tone, not really bothered, and you let out a low laugh on the other side of the line.

“I came to the right place then.” You comment then, and although the redhead’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, she doesn’t have the time to ask, because soon you’re talking again. “And I’m afraid I’ll make you lose the rest of it, Reddy. I kinda need you for the day, can you come downstairs?”

“What do you need me for?” Wanda asks with a raised brow that you can’t see, but she’s already walking towards the stairs, leaving her belongings behind in the classroom she had spent about 30 minutes of her morning in. She already had everything she needed anyways - her phone and her wallet. Besides, she could always ask Yelena to bring her things back to the dorm. 

“What’s the fun in telling you that?” You hit back as she hurries down the staircase, two steps at a time, and now it’s her turn to laugh. “You expect me to leave all my classes for the day to go on an adventure with you and not even know the reason?” She reasons with amusement, as if the answer wasn’t obviously yes. 

“Yep, that’s pretty much it.” The redhead can see clearly in her head your dismissive pout as you shrug your shoulders, and she let out a chuckle as an answer, shaking her head in fake disapproval. “It’s gonna be worth it, I promise. It’s actually gonna be the best day ever.” 

“Oh, a very bold statement there.” She jokes as she reaches the first floor, walking with quick steps to the front door. “And I’ll put my money where my mouth is.” You hit back with determination, and Wanda has time to one last response before she walks out of the building, a teasing smirk on her face. “Oh, be careful with that, you have a lot of it.”

This time she hears your laughter coming straight out of your mouth - your head thrown back as you rest your body and the sole of one of your sneakers against the body of your father's blue pickup truck. The redhead shoves her phone inside her pocket immediately, running to you and wrapping her arms around your neck. 

“It’s very rude to hang up on people, did you know that?” You joke as you hug her back, and your best friend giggles against your skin before pulling away. “It’s also very rude to get in the way of people’s classes, did you know that?” She hits back promptly, and now it’s your turn to laugh before shrugging your shoulders. “I can leave if you want.”

“Well, you’re already here, so…” Wanda trails off with a roll of her eyes as if her ear-to-ear grin didn’t give away how happy she was to see you. “Well, alright then. Let’s not waste our precious time together.” You invite her inside the pick-up truck with a motion of your head, and the two of you exchange another pair of smiles before you start moving. 

“You’re on Steve’s truck today.” The redhead points out as she puts on her seatbelt, and you’re busy starting the car as you answer. “Yeah, I felt like driving a stick shift car today, it feels more authentic.” Wanda only let out a soft chuckle in response, soon after getting busy putting on some songs on the radio, choosing them thoughtfully after you asked her to only play the best ones. 

“What do you want to do?” You ask as you pass the university gates, and the redhead turns to you almost disbelieving. “You said you needed me and you don’t even know what we’re doing?!” You let out an amused laugh, glancing at her as much as you can as you pay attention to the road. 

“No, I know what I want to do. I just want to know what you want to do.” You explain with an easy smile that grows when you glance at her confused expression. “We’re going to spend the whole day together, we need to fill our agenda.” Your answer gets you a laugh through the nose from the redhead, her eyes scanning your face for a moment before asking, “What’s up with you?”

“What? I’m not allowed to want to spend the day with my best friend?” You hit back with another question, one eyebrow raised in challenge, and Wanda laughs lightly, rolling her eyes before looking out at the window for a moment. “Okay, well, you caught me off guard. Let’s do your things first while I think.”

“You got it, boss.” You answer playfully, and you two share a smile before a long, comfortable silence settles around you. 

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Wanda asks a few times about where you’re going. But all the questions are met with your amused tone as you say she’ll see it once you get there. So she gives up, talking to you about other topics as you drive around. But once you pass the entrance to Wakanda National Park, the redhead can’t take it anymore.

“Why are we here?”

“I want to climb a tree.” You answer simply, as if the answer to her question was the most obvious of all, your eyes scanning the place as you look for a parking spot. “What?” Your best friend asks, a disbelieving smile as she eyes you with amusement. “And did it need to be here? Couldn't you have done it on campus?” 

“I want a specific tree.” You tell once you stop the car, your eyes back on hers again. The redhead furrows her brows, as if trying to read you. But you just cast her a lopsided smile. “Come on.” You invite with a motion of your head, and don’t wait for a response before turning around to open the door. Wanda takes no time in following you.

It’s Wednesday morning, so the park is as empty as it can be. The few times you meet other human beings is when you cross paths with some elderly people on their morning walks - who greet you with warm smiles and kind good-morning wishes. But as you get further along the trail, this also becomes rarer.

“Wait, I need a moment.” Wanda asks breathlessly about thirty minutes later, leaning against a nearby tree. “If you didn’t smoke so much pot you’d be doing just fine.” You joke as you offer her the water bottle that you brought, and your best friend raises her middle finger at you before gladly taking the item, making you smile.

“Don’t use my college problems against me, it’s not my fault you’re the healthiest person I know.” Her grumble makes you let out an amused chuckle, shaking your head in mocked disapproval. “We’re already here, Ginger, quit complaining.” You say as you look around, and the redhead furrows her brows, wiping her mouth dry with the back of her hand as she mimics your action. 

At first, the girl sees nothing much about the place - just a bunch of trees and more trees, as at absolutely every other point on the trail you’ve been walking on. But then her tired mind slowly begins to pick up some details that she hadn't paid attention to before. A log twisted in a funny way, an old wooden bench with some details carved by visitors long ago. Soon the scenery begins to look familiar. “Is this…”

“Our spot.” You answer the question she trailed off, a sweet smile on your face that makes Wanda’s heart flutter. She looks around again, at the place she, you and Pietro used to play at almost every weekend when you were kids. Taking one last sip of the cold water, the redhead is the one who takes the lead this time, guiding you to where you wanted to go, oblivious to the way you look at her from behind. 

No more than a few steps off the trail, the two of you come to a stop in front of a tall tree with several curved branches that acted as a ladder for you many times in the past. You and Wanda exchange glances, as if trying to decide who’s going up first. Not long after, you smirk. “Ladies first.” You offer and a smile cracks on her face. “Wow, thank you.” The redhead says with a theatrical bow, using the flannel blouse tied around her waist as a dress skirt. You laugh through your nose, matching the bow in the same tone and making her smile. 

And then the two of you are climbing, you right behind Wanda but only for the first few minutes of it, because soon you decide it would be a great idea to race to see who gets to the top first. You laugh and exchange competitive comments all the way up there, but waste no time in helping each other when one gives any sign that they might lose their balance.

In the end, you get to the top at the same time, laughing as you try to recover the normal rhythm of your breathing. The laughter subsides as the two of you look around, down at the world, feeling at the top of it even if you’re not that much away from the ground. Still, it’s a few long feet to the ground. But Wanda is trying not to think too much about the possibility of falling, and you’re busy admiring her features. 

Feeling your eyes on her, the redhead looks at you. The mixture of physical effort and embarrassment makes her cheeks turn red as she catches you staring, but you don’t look away, smiling at her instead. “I missed doing this.” You tell her, resting your face on the trunk that stretches not much higher than where you are, earning a smile from the redhead.

“Me too.” She agrees softly, mimicking your action, bringing her face closer to yours. “We should do this more often.” She suggests not after long, and you take a deep breath before looking away to the landscape, the smile never leaving your face. “I would like that a lot.” Wanda catches herself unable not to admire you, a silly grin on her lips, so characteristic of her whenever you were around. But she manages to tear her eyes away from you, admiring the surroundings with you in silence. 

“Wanna go down? I’m kinda hungry.” You offer a few minutes later, laughing at the pleased groan the redhead lets out. “Please, I’m starving!”

The two of you are climbing down the tree then, and walking all the way back to the car in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. At some point you bump your shoulder on hers, smiling when she repeats the action. The banter goes on for a long while until you stop, your shoulder brushing against hers as you walk, but neither of you puts an effort to pull away. 

“Where are we eating?” Wanda only breaks the silence when you’re already driving, her hand resting on her closed fist due to tiredness. “I thought about going to that Shawarma place we always saw on the way to school but we never went.” You tell as you take the main road again, hearing the redhead laughing by your side. 

“Do you even know what Shawarma is?” Your best friend asks with amusement, her eyebrows raised at you. “I have no idea.” You answer with a playful smirk, making her laugh some more. “Well,” she says with a shrug, a smile on her lips, “let’s find out.”

#

The Shawarma Palace is quite empty when you get there, which doesn’t seem like a good sign for you. But, checking your clock, you see that the hand has barely reached noon yet, and it’s a small restaurant anyways, it’s not like they could have many people around. 

So you and Wanda find a table on the far corner to sit, and not after long a smiley boy joins you, offering the menus and letting you know he’s there to help with anything you need. You and the redhead exchange amused glances before deciding to tell him you know nothing about Shawarma, and the boy laughs, telling you he’ll choose the perfect option for each of you. 

After he asks a few questions - about food preferences, restrictions and allergies -, he walks away towards the counter, leaving you and Wanda alone again. The two of you just stay there for a while, looking at each other in silence. Before you know it, you’re in a staring contest, and you keep your eyes locked on her green orbs for as long as you can. 

But it doesn’t take long for your eyes to start burning, and you let out a curse word when you’re unable to hold them open for any longer, your finger coming to rest atop your eyelids. “Take it, asshole.” Wanda says playfully, making you let out a laugh. “I became very good at keeping my eyes open after I started taking classes with Professor Harkness.” You laugh once more at the displeased roll of her eyes. “How’s college going for you, by the way?”

“It’s been good!” She tells you excitedly, distractedly playing with the napkin holder. Looking at her hands, you find it hard to keep yourself from reaching out to hold them. “Can’t wait to finish it though.” The redhead adds not long after, and you let out a chuckle, bringing your eyes back to hers with a smirk on your lips. “And go live your super famous book writer life?”

“Naturally.” Your best friend hits back in the same playful tone, throwing her hair back with a funny face. You giggle at her antics, but soon it turns into a tender smile. “You’re gonna be a great writer one day.” You tell her wholeheartedly, surprising her a little. “I hope there’ll be an inscription to me in your first book.”

“Obviously!” Wanda places her hand over yours on the table for emphasis. “You’ll also be the first to get a copy of it.” The promise makes you smile, turning your hand up so that your palm is against hers, unaware of how the action made her skin tingle. Your smile turns into a playful smirk as you decide to tease her further. “If you don’t forget about me until then.”

“Don’t be silly, I will never forget you!” She uses her free hand to push your shoulder over the table, making you giggle. But her hand that is on yours remains there, and you keep smiling. “Besides, it’s not like I’m letting you leave me life anytime soon.” She shrugs her shoulders playfully, as if she didn’t mean that completely, and you laugh through your nose, just looking at her with a lovesick smile that only she is unable to decipher. 

Before you can reply, the boy is back at your table, with your food on a large metallic tray. He wishes you a good meal as he puts everything over the wood, and you and Wanda thank him before he leaves again. The Shawarma thing looks like a burrito, and it smells so good your stomach growls violently - you can hear Wanda’s doing the same, and it makes you share a laugh. 

Holding the food in your hands, you and the redhead share a look of confirmation, and take the Shawarma to your mouths at the same time. When you taste it, you both groan contently. “This is so good.” Wanda is the first to speak, her mouth full, and you nod eagerly, also not waiting to swallow to answer her. “So good.”

“How are your dads, by the way? It’s been a while since I've seen them.” Wanda asks when you’re halfway through the Shawarma, sucking the tip of her thumb covered in sauce. “They’re good. Working all the time, as usual.” You tell, taking your time swallowing the food. “They’re planning on visiting my aunt Nat this winter. Who goes to Russia in winter?!” You ask with a grimace that makes her giggle before she asks, “you’re not going with them?”

“I can't travel by plane.” You remind her, tapping your head with the wrapped straw before uncovering it from the paper to put it in your orange juice glass. “Oh, yeah, right.” The redhead murmurs in understanding, taking another bite of her lunch. Wanda doesn’t like talking about your condition - especially because she doesn’t know what to say -, so she decides to change the subject. “What are you doing after this?”

“I thought you could choose.” You tell with a knowing smile that makes her chuckle as she shakes her head. “I don’t know what I want to do yet.” Your best friend lets you know, and you scoff in disbelief. “Come on, Wanda! It’s your last day on Earth, the clock is ticking, what would you want to do?”

The banter and your dramatic tone make her let out a laugh that soon turns into a short smile. She knows all too well what she’d like to do if this was her last day. She’d finally have the courage to do what she was never able to do before: confessing her feelings for you. But this is not her last day on Earth, and she could never risk your friendship when she didn’t even know if you felt the same.

“I would want to pet all the dogs in the pet shop.” She decides on an answer, which is not one bit less true, and you let out a short chuckle. “Solid.” You nod your head in approval, making her laugh before she goes back to her Shawarma, you following her after you take a sip of your juice. 

When you’re done, you pay for your food, congratulating the cook and the boy that assisted you with your choice. They’re both smiling as they thank you, inviting you to come over whenever you feel like it. You and Wanda promise you will before you walk out of the restaurant.

The pet shop isn’t far from where you are, so you decide to go on foot, walking side by side through the streets of Westview. It's not yet summer, but the midday heat is already raging all around you, burning your heads and making the asphalt vibrate a little in the distance. Due to the time of day, there isn't much shade available, so you playfully push Wanda toward the wall of the store next to you with your shoulder, with the excuse of wanting to be in the shade as well. The redhead laughs out loud, complaining when she loses her balance and almost falls to the ground.  

“Would the lovely couple like a popsicle to ease the heat?” A voice you don’t know sounds beside you, and you help Wanda to remain on her feet as the both of you look at the smiley man with a funny mustache covering half of his mouth. The redhead blushes heavily once she realizes what the man said, but before she can correct him, you speak first. 

“Oh, absolutely!” You agree eagerly, eyeing the options he has on his cart before looking back at the girl beside you. “Would you like one?” You offer gently, and Wanda is too flustered to respond with more than a nod of her head, taking a step forward to join you in front of the cart. 

In the end, you choose a grape popsicle as Wanda goes for a strawberry one. You pay for your sweets, offering the man a generous tip. The popsicle seller seems a bit reluctant to accept the money, but you insist, and he smiles as he puts the dollar bills in his back pocket, wishing the two of you a good date before he walks away. You don’t correct him this time either, and Wanda wouldn't be surprised if her cheeks were as red as the icy treat in her hand. 

When you reach the pet shop, the popsicles are almost fully eaten and your lips are as colorful as your tongues - yours purple and Wanda’s red. But you only see it when you go to the toilet to wash your hands, laughing at the reflection in the mirror. Washing your mouths doesn’t help sending the color away, and such realization only makes you two laugh harder. 

Back in the main area of the store, you’re greeted by an old man behind the counter. He looks tired, although helpful, and you ask him about the dogs for adoption. The man instructs you in the direction to go, and you follow the instructions until you’re in a large room, surrounded by cages occupied by dogs of all ages and sizes. You and the redhead exchange complicit glances before taking action.

Not long after, all the dogs are out of their cages, huddling around you with wagging tails and barking for attention. Wanda’s laughter is contagious as she interacts with every single puppy - scratching behind their ears or rubbing their bellies -, and you have a hard time stopping admiring her to do the same. 

At some point, the two of you decide to name all the puppies, and you spend many minutes thinking about the perfect characters or random things that would match them perfectly. A dog named Pizza, because she had the shape of one on her belly; one named Vader, because he breathed funny. And many many others. 

And because you weren’t keeping track, you’re pretty sure you named some of them twice, because you started to feel like there were more names than puppies in that room. Wanda laughs when she realizes the same, but before she can suggest you start writing the names down, the door behind you opens, and that same old man tells you you shouldn’t have let all the dogs out. 

But he doesn’t really sound mad, so you and the redhead just apologize with an embarrassed grimace, and start to return the dogs to their cages. When they’re all back, some of them cry for attention, and you think Wanda may start crying too, because she holds your hand and pulls you out of there with her. 

The two of you wish a good afternoon to the man before you leave the pet shop, and the redhead is laughing lightly by your side, her fingers running through her hair to tidy it up.

“Oh, man I wanted to keep them all.” She confesses, and you let out a short giggle as you nod your head in agreement. “You should do it, you know?” The girl adds, the two of you walking back to where your car is parked. “You have a big house and I’d have another reason to visit you.”

“What, me being your favorite person isn’t enough?” You asked with a raise of your eyebrows, a teasing smile on your face. “Who said you’re my favorite person?” Wanda hits back with her eyebrows equally raised, and you grimace, looking away. “Ouch.” You grumble as you take your hand dramatically to your chest, and the redhead chuckles softly, warping her arms around you to let you know she’s just joking. 

“And although I’d love to turn my house into some kind of dog sanctuary, my dad is allergic, so…” You finish your sentence with a shrug of your shoulders, kicking a pebble as you walk. “Yeah, you’re right.” Wanda sounds disappointed, but soon she’s smiling again. “Well, maybe when you have your own house then, right?”

But you don’t answer her, your eyes locked on a store on the other side of the street. The redhead follows your gaze with her own, trying to understand what’s the big deal with the convenience store. “I wanna steal something.” You tell her just a second after, and Wanda’s eyes widen in astonishment, her eyes returning to yours in disbelief. “What?”

“All our friends always talked about the candy they stole when we were kids, just for the fun of it. But I never did. I was too afraid of getting caught.” You explain, still looking at the store the redhead now knows is your target, and she lets out an incredulous laugh. “And you wanna do it now? When you’re 22?” 

“Better late than never.” You shrug dismissively, and when you look back at her, you have a smirk on your face. “What do you say? Wanna be my partner in crime?” Wanda was sure she’d see the sky go green before she was able to say no to you. So she scoffs, in disbelief at what she was about to do, and nods her head in agreement, earning a grin from you before you lead her to the store by the hand.

The convenience store is empty and the only person there is a guy not much older than you, not interested in anything else other than the phone in his hands. You and the redhead exchange glances before you walk to the back of the store, where a plethora of sweets are displayed on shelves.

“This is crazy.” Wanda murmurs beside you, looking at a few chocolate bars as if they were going to bite her. “Shh! Don’t give our intentions away.” You murmur back, your hands cold from adrenaline. In sync, the two of you look around in search of a camera and, although you find one, it doesn’t take a genius to know that it’s not working. So, exchanging encouraging glances, each of you grabbed a chocolate bar that you liked.

Figuring you would look suspicious if you just left the store - not that the cashier would care, really -, you and the redhead decided to get yourself some drinks to actually pay for. So, from the coolers displayed on the wall at the far end of the store, you grab a bottle of Gatorade for yourself while Wanda chooses a Fanta orange, before you head over to the counter.

“Anything else?” The boy asks once he runs the drinks, his tone of voice as bored as his expression. You and Wanda exchange glances, unable to contain your silly smiles at what you had just done. “Nope, that’s it.” You tell as you look at the man again and, although he can see there’s something going on, he doesn’t care enough to do something about it. So he just tells you how much it will be, and you pay for the drinks as fast as you can so you can leave the store soon.

Once you’re back on the street, the two of you start running toward your car, bursting into laughter. 

“I can’t believe we just stole a store.” The redhead comments as you reach the car, and you laugh some more as you get inside. In the driver’s seat, you take a huge bite of your candy, humming in satisfaction. “This is the best chocolate I’ve ever had.” You say with your mouth full and Wanda laughs as she agrees. 

“What do you wanna do now, miss criminal?” You ask as you start the car, the nicknames making the redhead laugh through her nose. She takes a bite of her chocolate as she thinks. And, when an idea crosses her mind, her eyes widen. “We should get matching tattoos.”

“Oh?” You ask, genuinely surprised. But Wanda just holds your gaze, determined. So you smile, raising an eyebrow playfully at her. “Scandalous.” The redhead giggles, but she doesn’t comment on it and, as you drive, she googles a tattoo studio nearby.

#

The Mystique Ink is a bit far from the center, but it’s not too far to be suspicious. In fact, the place is quite beautiful, with drawings around the walls and red leather armchairs for the clients to wait for. On a speaker you hadn't spotted yet, an indie song that you don't know is playing.

At the counter, a boy with several piercings around his face is reading a book, and he’s so focused on his reading that your arrival makes him startle, almost letting the item fall to the ground. You and Wanda exchange amused glances, but neither of you comments on it as you approach the counter.

“Good afternoon! I’m Kurt. Can I have your names?” The boy greets with a kind smile that doesn’t quite match his intimidating style. But neither you nor the redhead comment on it as you give him your names. Kurt grumbles an understanding and, as he starts checking a small notebook, Wanda explains, “we don’t have an appointment.”

“Yeah, kind of a last-minute decision.” You add good-naturedly. “Oh, okay.” Kurt starts flipping through another notebook instead and, not long after, he seems to find what he was looking for, tapping on the page as he says, “well, you’re lucky, the 3:30 pm client has canceled, so if you guys can wait a few minutes.”

You check your phone. It's less than half an hour to 3:30 pm. You raise your eyes to Wanda, shurghing to let her know she can decide. “Sure. We still have to choose our tattoo anyways.” It’s what she says, and the boy nods in understanding before handing you some documents for you to sign.

“We have some art available in the portfolios on that shelf.” He lets you know, pointing. “If you guys need any inspiration.” You and Wanda finish filling out the document before looking at him again, and you smile as you say, “thanks,” earning yourself a smile in return from the boy before he starts checking your files. 

Sitting on neighboring armchairs, you and the redhead start flipping through one of the portfolios, commenting on the drawings you like and whispering about the ones you didn’t. Wanda feels you growing tenser beside her, but before she can ask, you are speaking. “Are you sure about this?”

“Why?” She asks with a concerned frown, looking at you hesitantly, but you shake your head, averting your gaze. You don’t speak right away, your eyes on the floor and your leg shaking with anxiety. And although Wanda is getting more worried by the minute, she doesn’t push you to speak. And not long after, you sigh. “I mean, what if I hurt you?” You look at her again, your eyes full of doubt. “What if something happens and I make you hate me, or-”

“I’ll never hate you.” Your best friend reassures you with a kind smile, but you don’t look very convinced. “You don’t know that.” Your grumble makes Wanda sigh, removing the portfolio from her lap to place it on the small table by her side. “Yes I do.” She tells, her hand sliding into yours so that she can entwine her fingers with your own. “You’re my favorite person. And if there’s someone I’d want to be marked on my skin, it would be you. Even if we never talk to each other anymore. Even if you’re out of my life for good. I’d still want you around somehow.”

Your cheeks are red like tomatoes by the time she’s done confessing, and the scene makes her smirk in adoration. “Alright.” You say then, sounding way more at ease than you were before, casting her a smile that has her heart missing two beats in a roll. “But what about you?” She asks then, because just looking at you in silence will end up making her do something stupid. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am.” You’re not hesitant at your answer, and the redhead can’t help but let out a silly giggle at that. “Last day on Earth, right?” She repeats the joke you made during lunchtime, bumping her shoulder against yours, and you let out a giggle, mimicking the action as you repeat, “Last day on Earth.”

So the two of you go back to talking about tattoo ideas, and after many minutes of trying to decide on a theme, you suggest that you should tattoo the other’s favorite animals. “Fine, but it can’t be dogs.” It’s Wanda’s answer, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Why not?”

“Because then we’d both have dogs!” The redhead says matter-of-factly, and you make a grimace of understanding, murmuring “fair” under your breath that makes the girl beside you giggle as she shakes her head in amusement. 

And that’s how, a little over an hour and a half later, you ended up with a red panda on the inner part of your wrist. Raven, the tattoo artist, is a tall woman with hair redder than Wanda’s, with ink covering all the parts of her body that you could see - which were not few -, and a stern look. But as soon as she started talking, you could tell she was a sweet person, just like the boy on the counter. You wondered if they are related, but you felt like it was not your place to ask.

While you were explaining to the older woman what you wanted to do, she assumed you and Wanda were dating. Just like the popsicle seller, you didn’t correct her at any of the moments she commented on your non-existent relationship. And that’s all the redhead was able to think about ever since.

“You know what I noticed?” She asks once you’re out of the studio, walking towards your car. “That I look super hot with a tattoo?” You ask back, striking a pose so that the small red panda on your wrist is in her field of vision and making the redhead laugh through her nose. “Totally.” She comments, not at all convincingly, and you let out a short laugh before asking, “What?”

“I noticed that…” She starts, but you’re looking at her straight in the eye, and she loses her nerve. “That we haven’t done anything nerdy yet. That doesn’t sound like us at all.” She disguises her disappointment at herself with a playful tone that seems to convince you, because you laugh softly, fishing your car keys from your pocket when you’re close enough. 

“You’re absolutely right.” You comment, casting her a knowing smile before opening the door. “Let’s go.”

#

The Geek District used to be your favorite place in Westview with Wanda. It’s where you used to spend all your Friday afternoons, after school, and the two of you still went there from time to time to buy your action figures. So, as soon as you entered the store, the pair behind the counter recognized you.

“Look who’s back!” It’s Bruno who says eagerly, going around the colorful counter, and Kamala follows closely, an excited grin on her face. “Hey, guys!”

You and Wanda greet the two teenagers back, chatting away for a while. Not long after, Bruno and Kamala are leading you behind the counter to show you the action figures that arrived this morning, but will only go on sale next week. Kamala nearly begs for you not to tell their boss, and even though you and Wanda laugh - since you don’t even know who their boss is -, the two of you promise to keep it a secret.

Most of the figures are from shows or comics that you don't know. But you and Wanda are enthusiastic about the ones you do, and Bruno and Kamala promise they will hold some for the two of you. When you’re back at the main area of the store, Kamala rests her elbows on the counter. “What are you looking for?”

“Something very special.” You’re the one who answers, sounding playfully mysterious, and making them - including Wanda - curious. “Is that so?” Kamala asks with a raise of her eyebrow, and when you nod your head in confirmation, she nods hers just because. “And what is it?”

“A battle.” You tell her, confusing everyone around. “A battle?” Bruno asks with crooked eyebrows, but you just smirk, confirming with your head. “Alien-style.” It takes them another second to understand what you mean, but once they do, their expressions light up, exchanging complicit glances before taking action. 

Wanda looks at you with curiosity, but you just wink at her, a smile on your lips as you follow the teenagers. And, even if she doesn’t know what the hell is going on, the redhead does the same. 

Kamala changes the sign on the door to ‘we are closed’ before the four of you get busy moving some boxes and items away, leaving a free space in the middle the size of a wrestling ring. By their firm expressions, you can tell Bruno and Kamala are taking this very seriously, and you and Wanda exchange discreet giggles every time your eyes meet. 

“Here are your weapons.” Announces the boy, holding two lightsabers in his hands. And, Wanda, finally understanding what’s about to happen, starts laughing. “What do you think?” You ask in a playful tone, and the redhead looks at you in a mixture of amusement and incredulity. “This is nerdy enough.”

And so each of you takes your saber, and stands facing each other, one at each corner of the improvised ring. “You’re ready?” Kamala asks, her eyes shifting between you and Wanda. “I was born ready.” The redhead replies first, her eyes never leaving yours, and you smirk as you hold her gaze. “Bring it on, Ginger.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1!”

You and Wanda turn the lightsabers on after the teenagers’ countdown ends, the buzz filling the room as the colors appear. And although you’re very happy with your blue saber, the redhead doesn’t look at all pleased with her red one. “Urgh, are you kidding me? I can’t have Darth Vader’s lightsaber!”

“Why not?” You asked with amusement, swinging the toy to test its balance. “Because I’m Jewish, Y/n, do you know who the Galactic Empire was inspired by?” She argues matter-of-factly, and it’s not like you can disagree with her on that. “Fine, I’ll have it.” You offer, switching lightsabers with her. Wanda thanks you gently when you do, but before you start fighting, you stop in your tracks. “Wait, I don’t want it either.”

“Why not?” The redhead asks with her eyebrows furrowed, and you grimace as if it was obvious, gesturing toward her. “Because you’re Jewish, it feels wrong.” Wanda smiles in amusement, but before any of you can say anything else, Bruno is showing up beside you. “Here!” He says, taking the red lightsaber from your hands and replacing it with a green one. “You guys are unbelievable.” 

“Nah, they totally have a point.” Kamala points out once he joins her, and although he rolls his eyes, he’s smiling as he shouts ‘go’. 

You didn’t know what you were expecting to happen once the lightsabers collided. But when they did, a white color shone where the impact happened, and the same energy sound that plays in the movies during the lightsaber fights echoes, and the four of you let out excited exclamations. 

“This is so cool.” Wanda comments, her eyes wide with a childlike enthusiasm that you share. “I know right?” You agree, exchanging a smile with her before you pull away again. The combat goes on for a while, the lightsabers hitting each other as you fight as if you were inside the movie. But that’s until Wanda hits you in the forearm.

“It looks like you lost your arm.” She teases with her eyebrows raised, and you smirk, putting your arm behind your back to go back to fighting. Anyone can see you’re losing. And it’s not even because you are one arm short. No, the one to blame is your opponent and her stupidly beautiful smile. 

“It looks like you lost your leg.” You repeat the teasing when you’re lucky enough to hit her thigh, and the redhead narrows her eyes at you, shaking her head in playful annoyance. Seeing Wanda hopping around on one leg with a lightsaber in her hand is very funny, to say the least. So it's no surprise that in the midst of your laughter, the girl managed to hit you in the middle of the chest with the tip of her toy weapon. 

“It looks like you lost your heart.” She teases one last time, stopping right in front of you, and you’re far too infatuated by her entire figure - messy hair, ragged breathing, eyes shining with enjoyment and the easiest smile you've ever seen on her face. You’re sure she’s never looked more beautiful. 

“I did.” You breathe out, lost in your own thoughts. By the counter, outside the ring area, Brune cringes, but Kamala lets out a sound of adoration at the scene - as if she was watching the cheesiest rom-com ever -, that finally wakes you up to reality. “Next?” You raise your lightsaber in the air, laughing as the two teenagers elbow each other to see who’s going next. 

In the end, Bruno wins, and Kamala grumbles as she sits on top of the counter to watch the fight. You let out a giggle as you walk towards her to sit by her side, and watch as Bruno and Wanda go on another round. Not long after the game has started, Kamala turns her attention to you. 

“Are you going to tell her?” The girl asks beside you, and you furrow your brows as you look at her. “Tell her what?” You ask, oblivious, but Kamala rolls her eyes, scoffing in disbelief. “That you’re completely head over heels for her, obviously.” She explains, making you laugh shily at the undeniable fact.

“I am.” You tell her, your eyes back on the redhead as she laughs around with Bruno, both their lightsabers raised. “I have plans on doing it tonight, actually.” You let her know, and Kamala can’t help but let out a happy squeak. “This is so exciting!” The shout catches the attention of the other two ahead, who look at you and the younger girl in confusion. 

“I-I really like Star Wars.” Kamala stutters an explanation, you nodding your head to back the lie up. Bruno and Wanda exchange giggles and confirmations before going back to what they were doing. “This is so exciting.” The girl repeats, this time in a whisper, and you can’t help but giggle, shaking your head in amused disapproval. 

The two of you go back to watching the combat - which was nearing its end, by the looks of it -, but it doesn’t take long for your insecurities to take over you, and you tap your foot on Kamala’s to get her attention. When she looks at you in confusion, you gulp. “Do you think she likes me too?”

“No.” The teenager answers promptly, but before your shoulders can sump too low, she’s adding. “I think she loves you.” You roll your eyes, elbowing her lightly, and grumbling about her almost making you lose your nerve. After a laugh, she completes, “Correction, I know she does, it’s written all over her face.”

“No, it’s not.” You hit back, suddenly feeling your neck growing warm, but Kamala snorts. “Yes, it is. You’re just too busy drooling over her to notice.” She teases, and you scoff in disbelief at what she had just said. “Alright, punk, why don’t you go play and leave me alone?” You push her off the counter gently as you see Bruno winning from Wanda, and Kamala laughs out loud before doing as you told. 

And like that the afternoon goes on for a while, the four of you taking turns in pairs to play with the lightsabers. You face all of them a few times, taking it easy on the younger ones even though they’re much better than you anyway. And after what must have been your tenth time, you sit on the ground beside Wanda. 

“Wanna go another round?” Kamala invites, not sounding at all tired by the whole game. “Nah, guys, I’m tired.” The redhead is the one who answers, laying on the cold floor and taking a deep breath. “Besides, the sun is going to set soon, we need to go.” You say as you check the time on your phone, attracting Wanda’s curious gaze to you. “Where to?”

“You’ll see once we get there.” You hit back with an amused tone that makes her roll her eyes. But she doesn’t insist, and you stand up before offering a hand to help her out to her feet. “Do you guys want help putting things back in place?” You offer, your eyes shifting between Bruno and Kamala. 

“Sur-”

“No! We’re good.” She interrupts the boy with a nudge on his side that makes him grumble in both pain and confusion. The redhead looks equally confused, but before neither of them can ask, the younger girl is brushing you off to the exit. “Go enjoy your date.” As Wanda’s cheeks grow even rosier than they were due to the game, you let out a short chuckle, casting Kamala a knowing glance before you assure her, “we will.”

You hold Wanda’s hand as you say goodbye to the two teenagers. And, as you guide her out of the store, the redhead is sure her brain won’t work properly for a long while.

#

For the first time that day, you turn your GPS on, and follow the blue path that leads to a place Wanda has no idea where it is. But instead of asking, she just enjoys the trip there, the songs you two like the most on the radio, the wind on your hair and your gaze meeting quite too often. 

At some point, you enter a dirt road, and Wanda wonders if that was the reason you came with your dad’s truck instead of the car you usually drive. Her suspicions are confirmed when you reach the top of a hill and you turn the pickup truck around with its back to the landscape, and invite her to sit with you in the back of the truck. 

The two of you are sitting on the open tailgate of the pick-up, your fingers brushing against the side of your bodies. The sun was about to start setting, and that paradise of green - with trees in the background and birds flying back and forth under the orange sky - is simply one of the most beautiful places Wanda has ever been. She couldn't even believe that a spot like this had been hidden away in her town all this time. 

“This place is beautiful.” The redhead comments softly, as if a tone louder would disrupt the moment. “It is.” You agree with a smile, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. “It’s where my parents got engaged.” You tell her, and Wanda looks at you for a moment, having a hard time reading your expression, your gaze ahead. “I’ve never been here before.”

“Neither have I.” You tell with a laugh. The redhead’s eyes are curious as they run around your face. “I asked them if they knew a nice place I could take you and they gave me this location.” You finally bring your eyes to hers, an easy smile on your lips that has Wanda’s heart picking up the pace. 

This is it, she thinks to herself. This is the moment when all her dreams would come true. The moment, after so long, that she would finally have the confirmation that you feel for her the same way she feels for you. That you want her as much as she wants you. That you will be together in a place beyond her imagination. “Why did you bring me here, Y/n?” She asks carefully, saving half her focus to remember how to breathe right, just to lose it all when you smile. 

“I’m dying tomorrow.” Those were not the words she was expecting you to say. In fact, she would hope that you’d never say those words to her. “What?” She asks in a whisper, too shocked to react more than that. You let out a short smile before looking away again. “I am.”

“This isn’t funny.” She warns through gritted teeth, her eyes starting to burn as they remain locked on you. You let out a deep breath. “It’s not a joke.” You tell, finally looking at her. “The thing I have, no one knows what it is. I mean, they have guesses, but… No one knows how to fix it. My parents looked for every doctor, national and international, and all we could find was a drug to stop the deterioration of my brain.”

She wants to tell you not to talk about your condition like that. Hell, she wants to tell you to stop, to make you stop this nightmare. This can’t be right. She wants to tell you to tell her it’s just a bad joke, so she can be mad at you instead of this broken. But she can’t. She can’t move or speak. All she can do is stare at you, in complete silence.  

“But the more I grow up, the more pills I have to take every day. And they’re very expensive, Wanda.” You keep telling, bringing your eyes back to hers but finding it hard to keep them there when you see her crying. “But your parents are rich.” She argues in a broken voice, and you let out a sad laugh, shaking your head.

“There’s no money in the world that lasts forever if you spend more than you get.” You say with a shrug. “I heard my dads talking about it last night, the money is ending.” You tell her, but the redhead shakes her head, looking away at her lap, watching as her tears stain her shorts. 

“Wanda, I wouldn’t have much time left anyways.” You argue, placing your hand over hers, relief filling your chest when she doesn’t pull away. “And my parents would be devastated no matter when it happens. But if I wait until they have no money in the bank, then I’ll leave them broken, not only emotionally but financially. I don’t want them to suffer more than they already will.” 

“Always so painfully considerate.” She jokes bitterly, a watery laugh as she uses her free hand to wipe away her tears. You let out a sad laugh through your nose. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” You say. “But I wanted to spend my last day with you and I wanted it to be a good one.”

Wanda can barely nod in understanding, more tears welling up in her eyes. She can’t believe this is happening. She’s losing you. She just had the best day of her life, the day that made her sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. And yours is ending. She’s losing you. 

“I’ve known you long enough to know I can’t change your mind.” The redhead breaks the silence after some minutes, and you let out a short laugh as you slowly nod your agreement. So Wanda sniffles softly, taking a deep breath to try to stop her crying. Just to have her eyes watering again when she smiles at you. “Thank you, for choosing to spend this time with me.”

“There’s no one with whom I’d like to spend my last day on Earth more than you.” You tell her honestly, intertwining your fingers with hers. “You’re my favorite person.” You whisper to her, and your shaky tone is too much for her, so she looks away, pressing her lips tightly to try to hold back her tears. 

“You know, when you asked me that question at the Shawarma place, I lied.” She confesses when her crying is contained enough for her to be able to speak. You frown in confusion, but she looks at you with determination. “What I’d really like to do, if it was my last day… I’d like to be with you. I’d like to tell you how much I love you, and how much I want you to be mine. The same way I’m yours.”

Her confession makes your tears finally fall, as do your eyes to her lips. “I’d like to kiss you.” You whisper, and Wanda let out a shaky breath. She can’t believe she’s finally getting what she wanted. Too bad it’s in the worst possible way. “I’d like that too.” She tells you nevertheless, and you take no time leaning in, having her lips meeting yours halfway. 

The kiss is charged with too many emotions to count. Sorrow, relief, joy, hurt. But all that matters now is how much she loves you. And how much you love her as well. This has to be enough, because that’s all she’s going to get. So Wanda deepens the kiss, and moves to sit on your lap with both of her hands on your face. 

“Are you sure about this?” You pull away to ask, your eyebrows furrowing with concern. Your eyes are both red from crying and darken from wanting her so bad. And Wanda repeats to herself that this is all she’s going to get and that this is all she’s ever wanted. Because that’s the truth, and that’s enough.

“Yes.” She assures you as she kisses you again. “I need this.” She breaks the kiss, pulling your shirt up. “I need all of you.” She whispers with her hands under the fabric, and you sigh, nodding as you end the conversation to kiss her hungrily. 

Maybe this is not the best time to do this, but it’s not like you’d be having a better one ahead anyways. And Wanda wants you, just as much as you want her as well. All she wanted, however, was to be able to stop working, so she could stop thinking, stop replaying your conversation in her head. And, when you slide your hand inside her shorts, she has a feeling she will. 

#

Later that night, you offer to drive Wanda back to her dorm, but she asks you to drive her to her home instead. She’d be able to buy more time with you like this, at least another hour. Not to mention that, the next morning, when the phone rings, she’ll need her mother with her.

You drive in silence, no music this time, and Wanda keeps her hand on yours the entire time, even if you have to let go of her to shift the gear. And even if the way to her parents’ house takes almost two hours, it feels like you only took two minutes to get there. 

“Here we are.” You comment once you park the car, and the redhead nods slowly, eyes the house with its lights on before looking at you again. “Here we are.” You offer her a small smile, and invite her to get out of the car with you. Once you’re outside, you rest your body against the bodywork, and Wanda rests her front on your own, her forehead against yours. 

“This was the best day of my life.” You tell her with your eyes closed, and the redhead smiles a sad smile, tears falling silently down her cheeks. “So was mine.” She whispers back, holding the front of your shirt as if that would prevent you from ever leaving her. You let out a sad chuckle. “You’ll have others.”

“Don’t do that.” She backs on a watery voice, and you nod slowly, apologizing as you hug her tightly. The redhead cries against your shirt as she holds you back, but soon she’s pulling away to say, “I could be there with you tomorrow-”

“No.” You interrupt her gently, your hands on her cheeks. “No, Wanda, I want you to remember me like this. Not on a hospital bed, full of wires and machines around me.” The redhead thinks about saying that she just wants to be with you no matter what, but she decides to respect this last wish of yours. And soon you’re speaking again. “Remember me as I’ve always been. Like your goofy, smiley, best friend.”

“I love you so bad.” She cries as she presses her lips to yours needly, the kiss salty from both your tears. “I love you too, Wanda, so much.” You say when the kiss ends, holding her face so she’ll keep looking at you. “And I want you to know that, if I could, I would’ve lived a long life with you, and we’d get married, and get a nice house in the suburbs or in whatever place you wanted. And we’d have kids and dogs and it would be so good.”

“It would.” She confirms, neither of you bothering to hold back your crying now. “It would, I would’ve loved that.” She tells you and you let out a watery laugh, sniffly softly as you admire her in silence. “I want you to have this.” You say as you reach inside your shirt, and pull over your neck a necklace with a small rosy stone. “It’s a Tourmaline crystal. My dad gave it to me on my first appointment at the doctor.” You explain as you put the necklace around her own neck, admiring the stone over her chest before looking up at her again. “He said it brings strength, diminishes fear. It helped me a lot during my life. I hope it helps you too.”

“You should have it tomorrow-”

“No.” You interrupt her, keeping your hand over hers on her chest to stop her from taking the necklace off. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid. I’ll already have you there with me. That’s all I need.” You say as you touch the tattoo on your wrist, and Wanda smiles a sad smile, her eyes scanning your every feature, wanting to save in her memory as much of you as she can.

“Y/n…” Although her mind is bubbling with all the things she wanted you to know, the redhead can’t say a single word, her throat hurting too much and her heart heightening too heavy. But it’s okay, because you know. This, right now, with her, is more than enough for you. So you take her face between your hands, and deposit a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“You should go now.” You tell her as you pull away. “You’ll have a long day tomorrow. And I’ll have one hell of a morning.” Your attempt at a joke only makes her cry more, but she lets out a shaky, short laugh, and you smile at her with all the love you have to offer her. 

“I love you.” She whispers because she can’t say goodbye, and you gulp harshly, nodding slowly as you repeat, “I love you.” Wanda leans towards you to kiss you again. One last time. Final. You let her be the first to pull away, because deep down you feel like you owe her that. 

And when she does, she lays her hand on your face, caressing your skin with the saddest smile you’ve ever seen on her face. “See you around, Ginger.” You tell her, because you can’t say goodbye either, and Wanda lets out a watery laugh at the nickname she’ll never hear again. “See you around, Y/n/n.”

You watch as she walks towards the front door of her parents' house. But she doesn’t ring the doorbell. Instead, she turns to you, still resting on your car, watching her. You smile, knowing she won’t be the one to leave first. So you do, because you feel like you owe her that as well. 

So you get inside your car and Wanda watches you driving away. And, for the rest of her days, in the back of her mind, even if she knows it would never happen, she still waits for that same blue pick-up truck to bring you back to her.