#also i'm projecting because i scared a man out of the bathroom last week and instead of having a panic about it i felt this huge wave of

[wereshrew-admirer]

long work day today but in my heart of hearts i'm drawing chine in a dress having a great time, because, gender i guess.

no alterations to their appearance otherwise, maybe somebody's convinced them to wash their hair, but only for the sensory experience of having some bounce to it afterwards, y'know?

i just..am ruminating on how good it feels to be so incongruous with people's expectations without any fear at all? or more, even, with the sense of power that comes from frightening cis people when you yourself are confident in your safety?

not even a hint of chine being embarrassed about it, just straight to the joy - slap a few flowers in their shitty beard and dare somebody to say something <3

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Here's the other one! Selective mute lover mc (separately again) who hasn't actually spoken a word to the boyfriend, when the bf has the worst day says "I love you" verbally (Lucifer, diavolo, barbatos and Simeon, ((again if you want beel and Satan((I feel like Satans would be specifically cute since you know he's wrath and going near him when he's ANGRY is dangerous))

Hi, welcome back! I'm doing the same format as before if that's okay. Enjoy!

Mc tells them they love them after a rough day

-> lucifer, barbatos, diavolo, simeon, satan and beelzebub x mc

important: I am no expert on selective mutism, if I mess anything up, let me know

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: drinking in lucifer's part, (mild??) violence and screaming mentions in satan's part

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Lucifer

lucifer has had bad days, but never like this

some last minute important paperwork came up, asmo and mammon accidentally destroyed the potions lab, the house has a leak in the bathroom and beel ate the router again, guess who's paying for all the damage

lucifer flopped into his office chair, completely filling up a wine glass

that was when you walked in, the first thing you did was take the alcohol away from him

he felt terrible, drinking is in no way a coping mechanism, he should have known better

just as lucifer was about to apologise, an 'I love you' came out of you

this man is so proud of you, enjoy your week of being spoiled

Diavolo

today was a day filled with meetings with the driest devildom nobles

also there was a lot of paperwork due this same day, plus rad needs a new potions lab since it got destroyed by two clowns who mixed every substance together

in short: the day was filled with stress

when diavolo came home after the 3am meeting, he went straight to bed

the prince didn't even greet barbatos or chance his clothes, just hopped under the sheets right away

you were chilling in the same bed before, though, and jumpscare aside, you could tell diavolo was unhappy

you tried your very best to get over the anxiety and told him you loved him

diavolo carefully held you, you made his night better

Barbatos

barbatos is proud of the flawless work he always manages to do, but today wasn't his day

he accidentally knocked a vase over and burned dinner, making the smoke alarms go off

although diavolo insisted everything is fine, it didn't feel like that for barbatos

the butler was clearly mad at himself for messing so many easy tasks up in the same day

you want him to feel better, so you went over to him to just spend time by his side

and eventually you got the courage to say you love him

it seems like all negativity evaporated from barbatos, he knew you loved him but hearing you verbally say it, he's so proud

'I love you too, dear'

Simeon

there was a lot of drama going on in the celestial realm for a while, so simeon had to go up there

and when he came back to purgatory hall, he found out solomon had cooked food while luke was taking a nap

simeon acted like everything was okay, but on the inside he was screaming and fighting

hopefully tomorrow will be better, right?

little did he know you were going to make the rest of the day better

before he went to bed, simeon went to the house of lamentation to wish you good night and to see you because trust me after the drama of the day, he needs to see his favorite human

it was really quiet, but simeon's pretty sure he heard you say 'I love you'

he's so happy! but he knows that was probably really hard for you, he'll stay the night if you want

Satan

the rad professor put him and lucifer together to work on the next project, the cat cafe was closed and he dropped the book he was reading in the toilet

satan can be really good at keeping his anger under control, but the amount of things that went wrong today was too much

he went to his room, closed the door and started throwing stuff in all directions

when you were walking past his door with levi, you could hear the noises from inside

levi was too scared to go in, but you were worried, so you opened the door

satan was about to scream at you for coming in, since he could have hurt you, but he didn't in fear of scaring you

he sat on the floor, head in hands when you approached him and told him 'I love you'

every drop of anger vanished, he'll thank you for stepping out of your comfort zone for him

Beelzebub

it was a lot of small stuff that piled up

first, he couldn't find belphie for a good while in the morning, then the rad cafeteria was closed, later at akudonald's the ice cream machine was broken, also the sole of his shoe came off randomly and it rained the whole time during sport practise

he just wanted to go home and eat in peace on his bed

you were with him the whole day, actually, you saw everything go wrong

poor beel doesn't show it but he's annoyed to the max right now

you really want to comfort him, but how? time to leave the comfort zone

beel thought he imagined it at first, but smiled widely when he realised you actually said you love him

he tries his best to not squeeze you too hard when hugging

[wisewidow]

Hello, Your Parents Want Me To Have Your Babies

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Melina, my workplace’s neighbour, wants to set me up with her daughter.

I'd only ever hear about Natasha every couple of weeks, when her adoptive father, the mechanic that owned the garage workshop beside my father's cafe slash bar, met up with my uncle for beers one day last year. Ever since then, our families have been loosely intertwined, friendly but not too close. Alexei fixed my mom's wrecked car for a cheap price, in return I let his youngest daughter Yelena have free coffees whenever she pops over.

From what my father told me, Alexei's entire family, including his wife, were all involved in the family business of repairing cars, except for his eldest daughter: Natasha, who turned out to be an FBI agent living in Quantico. Dad says they're proud of her but they miss her.

"(Y/N)," my brother calls from the kitchen. I put down my phone and find him balancing three plates of sandwiches and a salad in his spindly arms.

He opens his mouth to explain the orders, but I cut him off.

"Alexei," I say, pointing to the bacon and egg sandwich. "A salad for Melina. The tuna and tomato roll is Yelena's. Did they want drinks?"

Peter nods. "Four coffees and a large bottle of water, they already have them."

I ruffle his hair to thank him and grab the plates, balancing the third on my forearm until I can place it on a tray. I carry it outside, years of waitressing practice keeping it balanced, and head towards the garage.

"Melina?" I call. Moments later the raven haired woman slips out of the office and smiles. She yells something in Russian that causes Yelena to slide out from under a silver BMW, covered in black grease. Alexei appears moments later wielding a spanner.

They hound me for their orders, gratefully patting my shoulder and carrying their food away to their separate stations. Yelena disappears into the shadows with her sandwich, and her father to his desk, but Melina simply brightens and says, "(Y/N), have you heard? Natalia is visiting."

"Yes!" Alexei yells around a mouthful of bread. "Family, reunion! Grandbabies!"

Melina hisses something in their mother tongue. I laugh, and then ask if Natasha was bringing her kids, though I wasn't aware she had any.

"He means nothing of it, Natalia is focused on work at the moment. Too focused, I think. No babies. No partner."

"Tell her about her penthouse!" Alexei encourages.

Melina flaps a hand at him in irritation. "Yes, well, she has broken up with Bruce, the shy scientist from work. And then Sharon, charming field operative, also from work. And now she refuses to date. Because of work."

I chuckle nervously. "Where are you going with this?"

Melina smiles innocently. "Nowhere. What happened to your last girlfriend, again? Your father mentioned something about . . ."  The look in her eyes is enough to egg me on, though the subject is one I rarely speak of these days.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I say, "Carol left to travel Europe."

"Shame," she nods sympathetically. "You don't seem bothered. Are you not looking for a relationship?"

"Not actively, but I'm sure another troublemaker will find me. I don't have a good track record of steady relationships," I admit.

"Neither does Natalia!" Alexei shouts.

"Oh!" I say. "Does she want Carol's number? Or my friend Harley, she's not looking for commitment."

Yelena snickers. Alexei frowns. Melina chuckles. "No, no, Natalia needs someone she doesn't work with, and you need someone serious, and we need grandbabies before we die, since Yelena neglects it."

I flush a bright red. "Grandb— I'm— okay, first of all, neither of us have the equipment for that—"

"Neither did Dad," Yelena pipes up, referring to the fact that she and her sister were adopted.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N)!" Peter calls, rounding the corner. "Ned's coming over to pick me up, we need to finish our physics project. Uncle Ben should be here soon, can you manage the bar until he gets here?"

I jump onto the excuse and yell back affirmation, say a quick goodbye to Melina before speed-walking back to the cafe.

Peter leaves with Ned soon after, and Ben arrives at around the same time. I move to the kitchens while he takes over serving our regulars, as he's friendlier with them than me.

I work on making more sandwiches and tapas meals until four, when my shift ends. I kiss Uncle Ben on the cheek and head home.

The smell of paprikash greets me as I unlock the door to my apartment, which I guess means that my roommate is home. I call out a hello to her and head to the shower.

I groan happily as the hot water rains down on my front. I close my eyes and lean my head back, thinking over how strange the day had been, and lose myself in a trance of relaxation.

"(Y/N/N)!" Wanda barges in. I jump and almost slip grabbing the shower curtain to cover my body as I peek out at her.

"I'm naked," I hiss.

She ignores me and holds up two clothes hangers. "Pantsuit or dress?"

I push my wet hair out of my face. "Uh, are you bar-hopping with Vision or going to a family dinner?"

"Get together with some friends," she explains. "Vis, Sam, Steve and some guy named Bucky who I'm informed we're supposed to be pretending Steve isn't in love with, do you know him?"

"Nope."

"Okay, well, he's bringing some friends, so I'm bringing you. Don't make that face, you know almost everyone."

"I don't feel like getting drunk," I complain.

"Good! You can be the designated driver. Pantsuit or dress?"

Grumbling, I tell her, "Dress."

"Okay, thanks, you wear the pantsuit, be ready by seven. May the Force be with you!"

She ducks as I throw my shampoo bottle at her. We bicker and mock and tease as I pat myself dry and she changes into the scarlet dress.  While she braids her hair, I carefully slip into the navy and white striped pantsuit, and we move into her bedroom to make use of her vanity, since the sun's lowering position in the sky shone straight into the window while my room would be encased in dimness by now. I sit in the chair and she leans over me, brushing her eyelashes with delicate mascara.  We fall into our normal going-out-getting-ready rhythm, periodically handing each other different brushes, comparing lipstick shades, and commenting on our days. She tells me about her brother's latest shenanigans and I make the grave mistake of commenting on Melina's attempted set-up earlier today, much to Wanda's entertainment. The two had never met but they both shared the pure ecstasy that came with matchmaking involving me.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Wanda wonders.

"I've seen photos," I shrug. "She's a redhead. Yelena says she changes hairstyles often."

"That doesn't answer my question! Pretty redhead or no?"

"They were baby photos, Wanda! I didn't have an opinion on her looks past the Wonder Woman pajamas."

She hums, and turns to draw a small heart under my left eye with her gel liner pen. "It would be nice if you wound up with her, but if you do fall madly in love with her beautiful red locks and decide to move to Washington to marry her and have her babies, I will murder you. You pay your rent on time and you're fun and please, please do not make me move back in with my brother."

"Why does everyone keep bringing up babies?" I yell.

An hour later we're pulling up to the bar in the back of  a cab arguing about getting a cat. The debate of whose bathroom would host the litter tray is interrupted by Wanda spotting Vision through the window and quickly smacking my arm and hissing at me to hurry up and pay so she can sneak in and scare him. Unfortunately, I can't locate my purse inside my bag.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), go, go, go . . ."

"Wanda, Wanda, going, going, going . . . Aha!" I pay the driver and find myself being ushered inside before I can put my purse back in my bag.

Sam, a friend of Wanda's from college, ends up foiling her evil master plan by pointing her out as soon as she walks in the door. Vision, being a good sport, pretends to be startled when she yells "BOO!" in his ear. As she cackles manically before sliding into the chair beside him, I notice the only free space is by the pretty blonde woman beside a man with brown hair pulled into a bun.

"Oh, look who I dragged out with me!" Wanda exclaims, taking a sip of Vision's drink and making a grand gesture with her hands. "(Y/N)!"

I'm greeted with a chorus of hello's. I bow and grin as I sit by the woman and offer a polite smile. Steve leans over points to the brunet man. "This is Bucky, we were close as friends. As kids. We were close as friends, when we were kids."

Sam snorts into his beer.

Steve clears his throat awkwardly. "And this is his partner from work, Nat."

I get a closer inspection and my eyes widen in shock. "Natalia?"

"Her name is Natasha." Steve corrects.

"I thought her name was Natalie?" Vision frowns.

"She goes by Nat, who cares?" Sam shrugs.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova?" Wanda yelps. "(Y/N)! You didn't tell me this was the Natalia!"

"The what? I— Do I know you two?" Natasha asks, bewildered.

"Not me!" Wanda says, and then makes a motion for zipping her lips shut.

Everyone turns to me. I chuckle nervously. "I should probably explain. Hi, I'm (Y/N), your parents want me to have your babies."

[20moonchild21]

Gif by @wangjislan-archive

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Bts x girl!member

"山elcome back everybody." The blond haired woman smiled into the camera. "It is the best time of the week and that is not only because it is Friday night, no. Tonight we have very special guests – "

While she didn't even get  to finish her phrase, the crowed already began to go wild.  Loud clapping and cheer howl through the studio.

"I know. I know!" The woman laughed and as she tried to calm the people on the chairs down with her hands. Even though she failed, the camera man behind the camera gestured for her to continue. "Number one Billboard song, Grammy nominated and freshly arrived from Koran: Here is BTS!"

The last part, she had to almost scream into the camera. If this was even possible , the cheers and clapping went even louder than before.

The camera moved softly from the smiling woman over to the stage where a big door in the wall just opened. Out of the bright light, which was now projected towards the large opening, 8 figures were stepping out. Each of them smiling and waving.

A few minutes later, the crowed finally had calmed down, even though sometimes you could here someone scream sentences like "I love you, Jin oppa!" or "Marry me Jungkook!". All of them made the eight young people smirk to themselves.

Ellen was now sitting in an armchair, the moderation cards she was holding earlier were now laying on the box to her right side. On the left side, there was once again a man sitting who's only job was it to translate Ellen's words into korean, and the boys' words into english.

"Hello." She smiled over to the boys and the on girl sitting on the sofa opposite to her. A bunch of 'hellos' and 'his' followed. "Would you at first introduce yourselves for those viewers who don't know you so well."

"Hi, nice to meet you." The silver haired boy said. "My name is RM and I am the leader of this group." 

Immediately, the crowd cheered again. You even could see some girls begin to cry at his words.

"Hello! My name is –" The small girl was interrupted by someone shouting.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world, Grace! Marry me!" Followed by louder shouts and clappings. Grace smiled widely and waved harder to the people.

" – Grace. My name is Grace and thank you!" She said and formed two hearts with her fingers, while the rest of the boys just either shook their heads or commenting the boy of the crowd.

Jimin even laid his hand on her shoulder.

"She. Mine." He said in his cute broken English and almost everyone in the studio laughed.

"Hi guys – " A brown haired boys with the glasses waved both of his hands at the cheering people. By now, they were so loud that you could only see the boy forming a V with his fingers, while his mouth  was still moving, but no words could be heard.

"Hiiii!" the next boy smiled widely while his mouth formed a perfect heart. "Your my hope, I'm your hope, I'm J-Hope!"

"Hi." The next boy didn't even bother to make a long introduction. He just waved and showed his cute boxy smile, which was already enough for the crowed to go wild.

"Hallo! Hi!" The second youngest of the group waved his hands. Like V, no one could understand what he was saying because of the loud cheers.

"I love you, Jin!" A female voice rang through the studio before the next brown haired boy could say a word.

"Hello! My name is Jin and I am a World-Wide-Handsome." He just said while he held two of his fingers under his chin. The screams increased and the rest of the group was either rolling their eyes or laughing.

"Nice to me you, guys. I –" The last boy said, but he was interrupted by even more screams. "I am Jimin!" He shouted and waved happily.

"Alright, it's so nice to finally have you back here, in America, guys....and girl. It's like... your third interview with me here, isn't it?" she asked and the group nodded proudly. " How have you been since the last time we have meet each other?" Ellen asked.

The interpreter was about to translate Ellen's next words when Jin bend his body from behiind Grace to whispered something in her ear. She looked confused for a moment, but immediately began to smile. Even though she has been living in Korea for a while now, she still couldn't speak it fluently, it was enough to understand his matter of concern.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" She answered him with an evil smirk. The boy looked almost scared from her to Ellen and the back to the younger girl. He then just grinned and shook his head, gesturing for her to translate his question. She just rolled her eyes and smiled.

"He just asked...He just wants you open the box there –" She laughed and pointed her finger over to the big box. " -  to show that no one is in there again. You traumatized him...."

"Don't worry." Ellen said before she laughed hard. "I promise you that no one is in there this time."

She smiled at Jin and held her thump up. The boy hesitated for a second, before he also held his thumps up.

"Back to my question. Where was I?" The short haired woman looked at her cards. "Ahh, right. You went to the Billboard Awards again. That's where you made your debut, right? How was it like to go back there and this time have these success?"

Grace had squeezed the boy's knee next to her to encourage him to answer the question.

"It was...ehmm." He paused his phrase, obviously looking for the right words. He slightly turned his head to look at the girl next to him. She smiled and nodded her head. "It was....incredible. We've always drem...dreamed of performing there again. It was dream come true."

The crowed awwwed at his cute English accent and his speaking mistakes. Ellen nodded and turned her attention to another boy.

"SUGA. You just had a surgery at the shoulder. How was it for you to not being able to join your bandmates?" She asked.

Suga, as lazy as he is, answered in Korean. As he spoke, Grace tried to understand him without the interpretate. Even though she didn't get every word, the most important ones reached her brain:

Horrible...missing performing...missing friends...important to recover...join soon again...

"Alright." Ellen said again before she began to smile widely. "For my next question: I literally got bombarded to ask you that. You all still live together, right?"

"Yeah that's right." RM answered quickly. "The boys and me have been living together for about 7 years, I think?"

He looked around the boys before he said something in korean. All of his male members nodded in agreement.

"And little miss here...." He continued and laid his arm around her slim shoulders which made the crowd go 'awwwww' again. "She has been joing us since 4 years now."

"This is a long time." Ellen stated. "I am almost sure that living  for this long with the other gender, there have been some...how should I say....incidents, haven't there?"

The man beside her began to translate her words, but since Grace and Namjoon spoke English, they got what she meant by that. Grace juts smiles while RM hesitated for a moment.

"You mean, like, accidentally stepping in the bathroom while someone was changing or showering?" He asked carefully which was confirmed by an evil nod from Ellen while the crowd just made 'uuhhhhh' or 'ohhhh' noises.

By now, all the other boys got Ellen's question, too. Jungkook was the first one to actually answer her question.

"No." He said shyly. "We...ehm...always are careful and...ehm...knock on door."

To support his point, he pretended to knock at an imaginary door. The other members around him just nodded and looked back at Ellen, but one did not. This person wasn't unnoticed by the short haired woman.

"Grace, you are smiling." She winked her eyebrows and all the boys turned towards their only female member in surprise. "What did happen. Tell us! Did you see one of the boys naked?"

"What!?" Jimin and Suga gasped from behind, while the other seemed to be shocked, too.

The girl's face meanwhile was covered in a small shade of red. Their exclamation was followed by more shocked comments of the other members.

Grace opened her mouth to say something, just to close it again shaking her head. The people in the studio went wild again.

"Your eyes have been blassed." One girl shouted.

"I would kill to see what you have seen!" Another female screamed.

"I am so jealous!" A third one shouted.

"Nooooo!" Grace said in a whining but also laughing voice. She dropped the hands that were covering her face while the boys talked insistently at her. "It wasn't like that! I swear!"

She opened her mouth again but no words came out. She just smiled and leaned her head to the side.

"Does HE know about it?" Ellen was still laughing like crazy and Grace had the feeling that everyone in the world was waiting for the answer they all want to hear so badly. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly before she answered.

"I..I don't know. I guess so...?" She stammered. "But in my defense I –"

"Who was it?" RM asked and stared into her eyes.

"Yeah Grace, who was it?" J-Hope had sat up straightly on the sofa and was now staring at the girl, too.

"I swore to never say a word about this incident. Ever." The blonde haired girl grinned mischievously. A sudden wave of braveness rushed trough her body. She was now looking directly into the camera. "But who knows what that incident lead to..." She said slowly and winked obviously joking with her eyebrows.

"We have to have a serious talk at home, little miss..." Jin said sternly from behind as he squeezed her shoulder slightly

Let's say: The crowd cheered louder than ever before.

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Later that night, all 8 of them sat around the round table in Namjoon's hotel room eating their dinner. But the boys still didn't want to let the topic from earlier go.

"Come on, Grace. Was it me?." Jungkook mocked her again while he slurped his noodles. He then put his plate down, just to grab her shoulders and turn her towards him. His face suddenly turned very serious. "I know, Grace, it must be shocking for you. To see my big, fat, heavy d..."

"Oh my god." The girl quickly slapped his hands away from her shoulder as soon as she realized what her best friend was about to say next.

She shot up from the chair she was sitting on. She walked around the table while all of the boys had a smirk on their faces.

"Jin oppaaaa." The girl whined and hugged her eldest member from behind. "Kookie is talking dirty to me. Make him stop."

"Yeah Kookie." Suga said and put his plate down. "If she would have seen your dick, she would be into women now.."

Everyone, beside Jungkook, was laughing hard by now.

"Shut up." The second youngest muttered and snatched a piece of cucumber at his hyung.

Grace watched the scene in front of her.

Of couse she would never say on whom she walked in.

This secret would always last in her head, in only her head....

And in the boy's head who was looking at her side secretly...

The boy who, unnoticed by the others, hasn't said a thing to that topic at all....

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Hello!

So this is the first part of my story. I am so excited for all your comments, recommendations and so on!

Having any requests? Don't hesitate to write me!

Stay safe and healthy

~ M.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Dangerous Love (Pt. 09 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 3K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

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Some Dreams Become True

Two man hold you, one on each arm, walking you through the rocky path of the Wayne House. They're just making sure you can walk. When you see Bruce, tears fill your eyes. You want to run, but you don't think you can. He's nervous, hands clenched into fists, a hard expression on his face, eyes on the man holding you.

When you're climbing the few steps to his front the door, feeling Bruce's eyes on you, the man holding your right arm let go, and you use the last bit of strength to turn around, hitting him in the chest with the heavy metal handcuffs.

He lets out a groan, falling down. The other man is quick to respond, pushing you violently to the floor. You feel a sting on your leg, hurting on the already injured skin.

“Get your hands off her!” Bruce yells, stepping forward and placing a punch on the man's jaw. Everyone backs up, hands raised, straight back into the trucks. “(Y/N).” He comes to help you up, and you're thankful for having his arms to sustain your weight.

You pull him with you as you move to get inside, out of those men's sight. When you're in, he pushes the door closed, and you just can't help it, you fall into his arms, hiding your face on his chest. “They beat me.” It comes out as a whisper, a low cry. “In the truck, just now, they... They said you'd think I got them from the mission but I didn't.”

Felling vulnerable isn't your thing. But you spent so much time playing as the tough one, it has a hint of freedom to accept that you're breakable, human. And with Bruce... You feel you can be fragile... You don't have to hide it.

“I'll have them fired.” He says, his chest vibrating with the anger in his voice. “I swear to God I'll–” He stops suddenly when your legs fail and, if it wasn't for him, you'd fall. Bruce picks you up bridal style, and, since you can't look at him right now, you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Let's get you cleaned up, ok?”

Nodding, you feel as he carries you upstairs, to the room you missed so much. Bruce sits you down on the bed, carefully taking off your shoes. “Do you need help? In the shower?” He speaks low, not sure if he should say it.

“No, I think I can stand up for a while...”

“I'll be right here the whole time, so if you fall or need anything, just call me, ok?”

Nodding, you give him a small smile. Bruce takes some clothes and puts them in the bathroom for you before taking you there. When he leaves, you get inside the box, opening the warm water and taking everything you'll need and laying it on the floor around you. Slowly, and trying not to moan from the pain, you take your clothes off and start washing away the dust and blood. You wish you could wash away the bruises too, but that only time can provide.

It hurts, but you have to wash your hair too. You take so long that Bruce asks if you're alright a few times, and starts making some questions, just so he can make sure you're well. You step out of the shower, dry yourself and your hair before dressing up. As soon as you open the door, Bruce comes, picking you up again and taking you to the bed.

Then, he starts attending to all the wounds, no matter how small. Your heart is a confusion of feelings, and the butterflies give you no rest. After a little more than two weeks, you're finally back in the place where you feel safe. With the man who has been unbelievably gentle. He asks permission to lift your shirt and that's when he sees the four inches of stitches on your left side, just below the ribs.

“What was that?”

“One of the terrorists cut me. The soldiers wanted to heat up a knife and just burn it, but Floyd... Deadshot... Made them call the doctor to stitch it up.” Your voice is low, and you flinch a little when he touches the wound.

“Sorry.”

It takes almost an hour until he stops, gathering all the medical stuff he used before giving you two painkillers. You don't know what to say, you're completely lost. During the mission, you had more than enough time to think about how you'd feel to be back here, but now it's different. It's real... And you have to apologize for what you did before you left.

“Bruce... Before I left I... I kissed you and I shouldn't, I- I was so scared and I didn't want to go so I had an impulse. I'm sorry.” Your heart is beating fast now, so you look down at your hands.

“Why did you kiss me? Tell me the truth.” Bruce moves closer, his hand coming to your cheek. You can't help but close your eyes and sigh, melting into his touch.

How is it possible that he doesn't know how you feel yet? You're sure you failed to hide it under his sharp eyes. “I... I really wanted to kiss you because it's- it's a sign of affection, right?”

“A kiss on the cheek is a sign of affection. On the lips... It means a completely different kind of affection.” His fingers trail the outline of your jaw, your chin...

“I know, I... I just...”

“On the times you thought I was a dream, you said you could fall in love with me. Do you remember what I said back?”

“What?” How does he know... “Was that... Was that real? Did you really came here and...” You don't know what to think. Why would Bruce do such a thing? Not only bother to come but to stay and hold you... Why did he hold you like that? “But- but you–” You stop talking because Bruce leans closer, closer than he ever was. You feel his lips brushing on yours, so softly that it makes you wonder if this might be a dream all over again. But the pain is very real, so this must be too. “What are you doing?” You question him, struggling to control yourself, to stand still.

“I'm trying to explain how I feel about you without using words.”

Before you can say anything, you feel his lips on yours, fully this time. It takes no time until you react, your arms around his neck as you move your lips at his pace, trying to move closer. But a sting on your side makes you jump, and Bruce starts pulling away.

“What was–” Screw your beat-up body. Right now, you couldn't care less. You pull him close once again, not wanting the kiss to be so brief. You waited for a hell of a long time for this, and you won't let a wound ruin it.

You're happy when he gives in to the kiss, and his lips are so soft, so warm... Imagining it didn't get anywhere close to the real thing. There's a small cut on your bottom lip, and it burns a little, but you don't care. This could last forever.

“(Y/N)–” He breaks apart again, but you push yourself forward, chasing his lips, groaning a little when your body complains. You use his shoulders to sustain some of your weight, pulling him into the kiss again. It probably comes out as too needy, but overthinking won't do any good now. Bruce kissed you. He kissed you. Against all odds, against every possibility, Bruce might like you. So you want to have it, to taste his kiss for as long as you can before trying to understand what's going on.

“(Y/N), slow down.” He tells you when you pull away to breathe. “Slow down.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, foreheads touching. Bruce helps you sit back down, resting your back on the headboard, and fixing the pillows around. “What- What was that about, Bruce?”

“Doesn't it make things clear?”

“I know, I just... I need you to say it because I keep thinking that I'm a criminal and it's been a while since I've been trying not to have feelings for you because we're on different sides and... The dreams that weren't dreams happened, the birthday party, all the rest but I... I'll be forever telling myself I'm misreading the signs if you don't tell me...” It comes out all confusing, and you feel pathetic.

“I tried so hard not to fall for you.” He begins, moving the hair away from your face. “That's why I disappeared a while after you got here. My feelings started confusing me so I thought it would be better to call out the project. But I couldn't. Your beauty was the first thing that caught my eyes but after that... Everything you are, it just got me. You got me.”

Biting back a smile, you look down at your hands. “So... I'm the first criminal of Gotham who actually got the Batman.” Such a bad joke.

But a low giggle makes you raise your head and stare at him. “I guess we can say that. But you're not a criminal anymore.”

“That's not what they think.” You tilt your head towards the door.

You're still speaking when Bruce stands up and walks to the other side of the bed. You watch as he takes his shoes off, pulls the blanket away, and sits beside you. “Come here.” He says, and you move as carefully as you can. Bruce puts an arm around your shoulders, and you rest your back on his chest. You don't know why he's doing this, but who are you to argue. It feels good to be held by him. “It's this ok?”

“Yes,” you mutter, closing your eyes. “Being... Being away from you was the worst part of the Suicide Squad, but... It was also a constant reminder of who I am. Or who I was. Havoc.”

“Tell me how you felt.” He asks.

“Therapy session?”

“No. I just want to know everything about you. And help as much as I can.” Softly, he caresses your hair.

You don't want to go back there, but you did wish you had Bruce there to tell him everything that confused you. That made you feel bad. “You know what Havoc means, right? Great destruction, devastation. Something or someone who causes ruin and damage. And I used to be so proud of it.”

“Who gave you this name?”

“A newspaper used the word to describe me in an article about my very first assault to a bank. The place was wrecked.” You speak low, and despite the fact that you hate to remember what you did in the past, there's a good feeling, of pure bliss to be like this with Bruce. His arms are the best place in the world, and your sore body can rest. “And I did that because I wanted to, just for... Fun.”

“Sometimes I get the feeling that your idea of fun was influenced by your sister.”

“Well, my life was terrible until I started hanging out with her so yes... I guess I allowed that world to shape me.”

“Do you still think about returning to your old life?” You feel the expectation on his voice, and also a little bit of vulnerability. Bruce is scared that he likes someone who may still slide back into the crime life.

“On my birthday, before going downstairs I was thinking about it.” You turn around slowly, just enough to look into his eyes. “And I was going to ask you for help.” You smile when he caresses your cheek. “I'm sure now that I don't want to go back... I had money, cars, jewels, but those were only things. You... You showed me things aren't enough. So I made the decision to try. To really try. But I don't know what to do. I supposed to be graduated by now, and have a job, you know... To have started my own life, but... I have nothing.”

“If you want to study I'll pay for your college.”

“I can't let you do that.” Biting back a moan, you turn your body towards him, so you're laying your head on his chest. “It's expensive and... It would be weird.”

“You have to let me take care of you. Not only when you're injured.” He rests his chin on the top of your head, and you close your eyes. “So I'll pay for your college. Then help you find a good job.”

“Hm...” You mumble because you're so tired that you can feel yourself drifting off to sleep. “Will you be here when I wake up?” You manage to ask.

“I'll try, but Batman needs to be on the streets tonight.” He answers in an apologetic tone.

“That's alright, Batman. I understand.”

“Now try to rest, sweetheart.”

“I love it when you call me that.” Whispering, you smile to feel his chest vibrating when he giggles.

And for the first time in a long, long time, you drift off to sleep peacefully, feeling safe and sound, in the arms of someone you truly care about, and who also cares about you.

Your dreams aren't bad. Not as bad as they used to. But yet, you're awake in the middle of the night, completely alone. As you check the clock, 3 a.m., you imagine what Batman is doing right now...

Your body feels numb from the painkillers, so that makes you more secure to stand up and walk around. You do what you usually do, standing in by the window looking down. But then you remember you can go there now. That Bruce doesn't lock the door anymore. Smiling to yourself, you go to the bathroom to wash your face before going to the garden, just to shake the sleep away. The girl in the mirror looks so different from the one you used to see a couple of months ago... Her eyes are different, softer, not desperate, and full of uncertainty. How is it possible that a person can change so much in such a little time? Despite the bruises, your skin does look better, and so does your hair.

Your hair...

The dark roots look bad, and the faded lilac color suddenly seems too odd. In a rush, you search for the box dye Bruce got you. The hair is the only thing that remains of your past. The bruises will heal with time, but it's your job to fix the hair.

You know what to do, so you have no trouble avoiding a mess. Maybe this is something superficial, silly even. But you meant what you said to Bruce, you do want a different life, a restart. You dyed your hair lilac because you wanted to look wild and crazy, like the Joker or Harley. Now you don't need to look like someone else, you feel secure enough to just look like yourself.

You use all three boxes, so you'll be sure to have nice coverage. You're scared now, afraid of how you'll look. When your hair is completely dry, you brush it, moving to stand before the mirror, eyes closed.

Taking a deep breath, you open up your eyes. You're smiling even before you notice, and there are some tears in your eyes. Bruce chose the right color because it merges perfectly with the natural color. Running a hand through your hair, you pull it over your shoulders. You're mesmerized by how it looks. You can't wait to show Bruce so you decide to check if he's back already.

Leaving the room, you walk through the house, calling him. But after a while, it's clear he's not here yet.

“Miss Quinzel?” Alfred calls, and you turn to look at him. “Do you need anything?” He raises his eyebrows at you. “That's a nice change, Miss Quinzel.”

“Thank you, Alfred. I was just checking if Bruce was back already.”

“Master Bruce just got back. He's at the... Cave.”

“Cave?”

“Follow me, please.”

Alfred guides you through the place, to an office in the back of the house. Then, he moves closer to a clock on the wall, and before you can ask what's he's doing, he pushes it to reveal a hole in the wall. “You can go in, Miss Quinzel, he's down there. Careful with the stairs.”

“Ok.” The stairs are dark, so you squint your eyes to try and see better. They take you to a huge, open area. It's a cave indeed, but it looks like another building underground. You'd never guess this was under the house. “Bruce?” You call him, your voice echoing through the place.

There's a whole lab here and a complete hospital room. On the far left, a gym, with more types of equipments than a normal gym would have.

“I'm here.” Bruce comes from behind a wall, wet hair, still buttoning up his shirt. “How did you get in here?”

“I- I'm sorry. Alfred brought me here, through a hole behind a clock. I didn't know I couldn't–”

“Hey, it's alright.” He walks your way, and his face lights up when he gets closer, and a smile comes to his lips. “You look beautiful.” Bruce takes a strand of hair in his fingers before bringing them to caress your cheek.

“I just dyed it and... I wanted you to see it because I really liked it.”

“That's what matters.” Bruce bends down, and you close your eyes to receive the kiss.

You tiptoe when you feel his lips on yours, surrendering into the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck. You still can't believe this is real, that Bruce actually wants to kiss you. You can't help but wonder what this is. What's this means... You know how a relationship works. A person can be either single, dating, engaged, or married. Sometimes it's complicated, and maybe that's the best you can get with Bruce. These thoughts make you pull away, breaking the kiss without even noticing.

“Something wrong?” Bruce asks, looking a little confused.

“No, I was just... Thinking... It was nothing.”

“(Y/N), we're supposed, to be honest with each other, remember? If you're not ok with me kissing you like that you just have to say and–”

“No!” You burst out, shaking your head slightly. “Please, that's not it.” The thought of not kissing Bruce is just absurd, unbearable even, that you just cut him off, keeping him close by holding the collar of his shirt. “That's not it but I... I can't tell you.”

“It's about me, then.” He affirms. “The last time you didn't want to tell me something it was about you dreaming of me.” Bruce places a soft, delicate kiss on your lips. “Tell me what's bothering you. Please.”

Taking a deep breath, you step away, turning your back at him. It's easier if you're not looking into his eyes. “My mind is always working, you know. I'm always thinking and... I was just wondering what this is. What we're doing, what we... What we are, you and I.”

“What do you think we are?”

“I wouldn't be asking if I knew, Bruce.” You sound defeated, shy.

“Tell me what you want, then.”

“I can't. Haven't you noticed that this is crazy? Dangerous, even. You're a hero and I'm a villain. And I do want to try and change my position in this but... It's still complicated and I don't want us to be complicated. I'm tired of complicated things.” Bruce moves closer as you speak, so you hide your face in his chest.

“Do you want us to be together? Officially?”

“It's not about what I want, it's about–”

“I want us to be together.” He interrupts, strong arms embracing you. “Now I need to know if you want the same. It's not about me or about you, it's about both of us.”

Be brave, just say it. You just have to say it. “I want to be with you... Like... I want us to have, Uhm... A relationship status? Is it how people call it?”

He giggles, pulling away just enough to raise you face his index finger. His eyes are gentle, calming, and you realize you don't have to be so desperately nervous around him. That you trust him more than you ever thought you could trust anyone. “Do you want to be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?”

Biting your lip to hold back a smile, you nod. The smile comes anyways, but you push yourself forward, tiptoeing to kiss him. This is insane. This is... Real. You thought you'd die in that prison, or in any other, or maybe on an alley after you lost a fight... But this is so much better.

You're still kissing when a beep starts. Rolling your eyes, you pull away and step down, looking at the source of the noise. “Come.” Bruce takes your hand and guides you through the cave, to a high tech computer with six huge screens, a table full of buttons, and a chair. On the screen in the middle, you see what looks like a call. Bruce moves closer to the table and presses a button, and five people appear on the screen. You know them from the news. They're the other superheroes, so you step away just before Bruce connects, so they won't see you.

“Bruce. We have a problem.” The woman says, Wonder Woman. “An alien spaceship is hovering over Washington.”

“They haven't made contact yet, but the ship has several weapons, which I imagine they will use.” It's Superman who speaks this time.

“I never liked that Independence Day movie.” A younger boy mutters, but nobody seems to pay much attention.

“Is anybody in Washington?” Bruce asks.

“Just Clark and I. But the rest is coming too. And we need you.” Wonder Woman answers.

“Alright.” He looks down for a moment before looking at you. “I'll be there.” He says before hanging up.

He seems to be a little sad, but you don't mind that he has to go. It's his job, to protect Gotham and the world. Smiling, you walk over him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Go get them, Batman. I'll be waiting for you.”

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Roommates Code: How it Began (Seyoon’s Story)

Title: Roommates Code: How it Began

Pairing: Liju x Seyoon & Donghun (But can be reader x Seyoon & Donghun)

Genre: Humor, slight spice

Word count: 2187

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

"Would you stop playing that video?" I groan, ready to throw my textbook at my schoolmate who sat on my head watching a music video for the hundredth time.

"I have to watch it closely. It's for science." She answers me, her eyes staying glued to the screen in front of her.

"You could help me with our homework project due in a few days. For science." I mimic her wording, making her narrow her eyes at me before shutting her laptop down to get her books.

This is how our relationship was. And how it probably always would be. My relationship with my classmate was fairly new. Both of us meeting one day at a study group in the library at our school. We continued to see each other for the next four weeks. The group we were with ignoring us most times, leaving us with just each other to talk to. Now we had moved our study sessions to my house. Us studying for school together becoming a weekly habit on top of sitting next to each other during lunch break at school as a excuse to hang out.

The room is silent for five minutes before she pipes up again; "You know, with the amount of times we talk to each other and see each other, we could move in together as roommates once we graduate." She tells me.

I look up from my book to meet her eyes, surprised to see she was actually being serious. I lean back in my chair as i say, "We would probably kill each other."

She shrugs, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she does so. "We might." She says, "Or we might not. We've been hanging out with each other for five months now and haven't manged to argue yet. And we don't seem to stress each other. And i don't see you or i getting boyfriends means how we like being alone so much."

I laugh,  the idea amusing and sounding fun. But it seemed a little outlandish means how we still had another nine months of high school left.

"We'll see where we are when we finish school. We might hate each other by then." I say before turning back to my book.

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The problem with us, however, is when we kid about something, it often times happens somehow. Two months after graduating high school we found good paying jobs and a available apartment.

"I'll let you two look around a bit more." The landlord of our new apartment said as she walked down the stairs, "Congratulations on getting the place."

We both thanked her with smiles on our faces before shutting the door and letting out an excited scream. Our place small but roomy enough for us, making it feel like a palace compared to our small bedrooms at home. And the biggest difference was this was our place.

"Which room do you want?" She asks me as we make our way down the hall.

"You can have the bigger room. You have more things than i do." I tell her, stepping into what would be her bedroom.

"You've never had a big bedroom before though." She says, sounding guilty.

I laugh, "Please, my room has a bathroom. That's a luxury by itself."

We both laugh as we continue walking around our rooms. At one point I stand in my room trying to think of how to arrange things when i hear her call,

"If we shut our bedroom doors can we still hear each other?" She asks, poking her head into my room.

Our bedrooms were stationed right next to each other, the thought of being able to talk even from our rooms making me giggle.

"Lets see." I say through a laugh. Shutting my bedroom door, hearing her do the same a moment later.

She taps on the wall next to my room, the sound echoing through my empty room. "We could learn mores code!"   I hear her say as she starts randomly taping the wall with her hand.

I laugh and lean my back against the wall, "If our walls are this thin that means our neighbors can hear us. Which means they're going to wonder why your using mores code to summon Satan."

I hear her laugh as she walks out of her room and into mine, "But if we ever get boyfriends it might be an issue. We'll hear more of each other than is wanted."

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Four years later:

I sit at the kitchen table one afternoon scrolling through my Ipad when the front door unlocks and my roommate steps inside. I open my mouth to greet her but quickly shut it when i see the man standing behind her.

"Thank you again for walking me home, Seyoon." She says, smiling at him as she leans her body weight against the door.

"It was no problem." He says sweetly, smiling back at her.

I bite my lip and slowly move off my chair to try to sneak away to my bedroom to give them some privacy. I had just stood up when she turns her head and looks at me,

"Where are you going?" She asks, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I straighten and force a smile on my face, silently cursing her for drawing attention to me.

"Nowhere." I answer  in a sweet voice, my eyes narrowing at her.

"Hey Seyoon." I wave at him.

Seyoon waves back at me, "Hey, good to see you."  His smile widens as he looks back at my roommate before saying, "I should get going. But it was really good to see you all. Thank you for letting me walk you home." He says. I don't miss the way his hand slightly reaches for hers that rests on the doorknob or how he lingers at the door though. All of this making me smirk.

She thanks him again before shutting the door completely and whirling around to throw her bag at me. I let out a cry when it hits me on the shin.

"What the heck do you keep in there? Bricks?" I grumble as i rub my leg.

"I keep them in there for when i need to beat you to death." She fires  back. "I told you to stay in the same room as me if we ever see him. Then you try to wonder off!"

"He looked like he wanted to be alone with you!" I shout, a smirk on my lips.

She narrows her eyes at me before running up and kicking my feet out from under me, making me land on my back, air leaving my lungs.

She kicks me in the butt, making me scream.

"He walked you home! That's a clear sign he wants a relationship with you!"  I scream at her. Her face going red.

"I don't care, because i don't want a relationship with him." She mumbles quietly.

I stand up from the ground and brush myself off, "Are you sure about that?" I ask, making her hesitate but still narrow her eyes at me.

This had been an ongoing conversation between us for the past month. Kim Seyoon was her workmate, he also only lived a block away from our apartment. For the past month, he had been making it very clear he liked her. Making lunch for her, sending her texts to check on her when she didn't show up at work. He even brought over some soup once for me when i was sick and she had stayed home to make sure  i didn't die. Clearly trying to get on my good side as well.

Needless to say, i liked him for her. But her being the stubborn person she is, refused to admit she liked him or wanted a date with him. So for the past month we had talked, argued, and screamed at each other about the matter. Even though she denied it, i could see her walls cracking slightly. She was growing more of a weak spot for him than she wanted to admit.

"I'm going to go. I ordered a Pizza for dinner for us." I tell her as i pick up my car keys.

A smile grows on my roommates face at the mention of her favorite food. "This doesn't change anything. I still don't like you."

I laugh and roll my eyes, "I know." I sigh out as i walk out the door.

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"This one?"

"No." I answer after observing the dress briefly that she had pulled from her closet.

"I don't know what to wear!" She groans in frustration. Raking her fingers through her hair.

After three months of bucking liking Seyoon, she finally caved in to him. Tonight being their first official date that he was going to pick her up for in an hour.

"I still say this dress," I tell her, holding up a red low cut dress with a thick black belt around l the waist.

"But i don't want to wear it." She whines, stomping her foot slightly.

I sigh and put the dress down on her bed. "You look good in it and you know he would like it. You just are too scared to wear it."

My roommate glares at me, mumbling words under her breath as she goes to put the dress i picked out on.

For the remaining hour we walk around our apartment finding things she needed to complete her look. Which included her borrowing one of my necklaces, me doing her hair while she worked on her makeup, and us arguing back and forth like always.

The doorbell rain as she was putting her shoes on, the noise making her jump and look at me panicked. I smirk at her as i wonder down the hall to my door so he couldn't see me when she opened the door. She gave me a passing glare as she went to open the door, Seyoon greeting her warmly in a white button down shirt and black slacks. His blonde hair falling over his eyes in fluffy locks. His eyes widening slightly and his voice going nervous when he saw her.

I smile to myself as i watch the pair walk out the door. I retreat into my bedroom for a night to myself while she was gone.

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I stumble into the kitchen sleepily the next morning. My eyes refusing to stay open. I go to the fridge and pour some cold coffee into a cup when my roommate comes out of her room, her eyes sparkling.

"Good morning." She say brightly, going to the fridge to pour herself a glass of milk. Her long hair doing little to hide several of the dark patches that cover her neck and collarbone

I stand by the counter with a glare on my face as she does so. My gaze on her making her meet my eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that? And why do you look so tired?"

"Maybe it's because certain people wouldn't stop moaning and panting last night." I snap. Making her almost spit her mouthful of milk all over the floor.

"You heard us?" She coughs.

"Our walls are paper thin!" I say, "Your bed is close to the wall so i could hear everything. Until 3AM i heard many many things."

"No.. you... you didn't,  did you?" She asks, her voice cracking and her eyes wide from shock.

"That's a good boy." I mimic, using one of her choice words that night.

She gasps loudly, her face and neck going red. "I thought you would be asleep!"  

"I was. But all the noise definitely woke me up." I tell her, finishing off my coffee to put the cup in the sink.

"We need a code of some sort if he's going to be coming over here a lot for your make outs." I tell her.

She gives me a nervous look, her face still red. "What kind of code?" She asks.

"Something. An agreement that we will leave when the other one wants to spend time alone with their boyfriend or something."

"You don't have a boyfriend." She jabs, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Shut up." I snap, making her laugh.

For the next hour we sit on the couch going back and forth on the rules of this code. The code being simple enough, but holding a measure of  trust that the other one would respect the others privacy when asked. We had just finished setting special text tones for each other as part of the Roommates Code when Seyoon walked out into the living room. His blonde hair sticking up in funny places and several dark marks littering his neck.

“Do you guys always laugh so loud?" Seyoon teases, a smile tugging at his lips as he rubs his eyes.

"I know someone else who's loud."   I mumble under my breath, making my roommate stand up quickly and chase me to my room, screaming at me the entire time. Leaving a chuckling Seyoon to stand in the living room alone.

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It's The End 😪

We make up, but I know we fistfight through our phones my left hook, a no show. Cause I'll just keep letting you in. But baby the truth is I make your excuses you let me down and Im used to it. You got me right in the palm of your hand and you know it. Boy, it's what you do so let me drown, I'll be there with the band, hit the sea bed. All I'd see it's you. So give me your worst excuses any reason to stay give me your lips the taste of you, I'll kiss them again. I'd rather you walk all over me than walk away. Give me the worst of you cause I WANT YOU anyways.

So it's me here again being broken as always from the breakup. And for me, it's like "We're never going backward. We're always moving forwards. So we are never texting our ex. Ever under no circumstances. Block and leave it blocked." And life moves on for me. But sometimes it's not easy. So to move on in life I just started talking more with some people. Being with my school friends more having time with them. In that group, I felt a connection with a guy. He's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad and he does it so well. But he never talked with me in attitude so I liked him. I never thought that we will meet again in the group other friends told me he's a very bad guy, you must stay a million miles away from him. It scared me at first but I can't stay away from that guy and I know he can't too. We started meeting more sometimes not with the group. I saw him as a good person. And I know he is. After few months of meeting and being with each other more. I felt for him and I knew he felt for me the same. He called me to his home because his family went out. And yes I went there to meet him.

He lived near to our school so it's easy to find his home. When I ringed the bell of his home, he opened the door, he asked me for the water and I nodded. After that, we were on the couch watching movies I was next to him in his arms hugging. I felt warm in his arms and it feels so good. He looked at me and asked me something that I haven't expected. He said, " Are we going to watch movies just?" I asked him what else he wanted. He kept his fingers on my chin made me look up at him. And he kissed me. I was a little confused about what it is. But I kissed him back. I grabbed his head and pulled him down to me while kissing. After that, he kissed my neck so hard, I was about to moan louder. He made me sit on his lap which was a good gesture for me. His hands were on my back first then he holds my head kissed me deeper and then his hands slide from my back to my bums he grabbed them very tightly. He asked me " Can I touch your boobs?" I nodded. Then he started teasing me from touches his hands gone inside of my top he grabbed my boobs off. When he grabbed them he did it so hard and I moaned in his ears. He said to me in my ears 'how u feel it? Is it good? Should I do it harder?' I nodded and I moaned so hard and he came up to kiss me. He's pressing my boobs so harder than I thought like I was moaning in his mouth while kissing. Then he kissed my forehead then chicks he again asked me "Can I remove your top if u don't mind" I just nodded when he removes my top he kissed my neck again then he bites me on my neck I moan he came down kissing me from my neck to cleavage. He looked into my eyes saying, baby "Do want me to touch ur boobs?" I said yes. When he touched them I don't know what happened to me I grabbed him to kiss me but he wasn't kissing me back and I was like what happened to you kiss me, man, I want u to kiss me right now. And there he kissed me again he started playing with my boobs ejaculating pinching my nipples grabbing them harder. His fingers moving on my nipples slowly and slow and this makes me moan again in his mouth later he grabbed my neck again started giving me neck kisses and another hand was on my boobs he was teasing me very badly that made me horny as fuck. I removed his t-shirt. I grabbed his neck and gave him neck kisses I bite him there too he looked at me kissed me again on my lips then neck n slow down it on my boobs he kissed my boobs it felt kind of tickles he teased me with his tongue. His tongue was moving round round on my nipples then he took them inside of his mouth. And he sucked my boobs as he was sucking harder I was about to moan harder I thought my soul will come out. I scratch his back off we both got intense, sweating. I fell down on the couch and he's on me sucking my boobs. It felt like heaven for me but I pulled him up and there he asked "u want more? Should I do it again?" I said yes. Again he went down to kiss my other boob but he said me not to close my eyes and feel it more. It means he wants me to watch him do it. I just listen to him I watched him doing it again his tongue on my nipples flicker then round and round kisses and he sucked nipples again when he's doing it I might close my eyes but he pulled my neck and make me watch him sucking my tits. It's like Ahh do it more harder n harder. And here I moan again fuck he came again up to kiss me I was behaving like im drunk but he kisses like the thing that I want more n more again n again. Then he asked, "can I remove your pants?" I said to him, yes u can. When he removes my pants off I felt wet down there because I was when my pants were on his floor it was cold and when he came to kiss me again I was ready that time but someone knocks on the door.

I thought it will be his family but it's the other girl. Which he never told me ever? I just wore my clothes away and gone to the washroom. I saw her in the living room where we had closure before she came along. He's talking with her and I wanted to go home and he opened the door and I left being embarrassed. After few days our group planned to meet and they're the same girl who was with him. And while discussing something she asks in front of the group to him like it's that girl who was at your home and left when I came there and all the group members were looking at me like why is she gone at his home and for what? I didn't tell them what happened actually but then he spoke to them that she was helping me for making food and stuffs but they all get to know what really happened between us. And yeah it was heart breaking for me and I d even know who's that girl who said about me in the group which was ridiculous.

So what everyone got to know maybe so I left the group n started being alone as usual. He was texting me, saying sorry for what happened n that girl is none other than her cousin. He said that she has a kind of project so she came there n he forget that she's coming that day. I was like wow and she said in the group that I was with you at your home that day. I was like fuck me. But I didn't reply to him next I was staying away from everyone and being depressing about what happened with us was unexpected. My head started paining a lot after these things happen. I took some pills too but it wasn't working for me out.

In 2 months I notice many changes in me. My nose started bleeding too. My family got worried for me as well but I never let anyone of my friends knew that I'm suffering from this tho. And the solution to the problem we are not able to find out too. Some of my friends came to my home also to meet me but I was inside I told my family that no one is allowed to meet me. After few weeks I tested positive also for Cancer Disease. My family all freaked out because of it. They started taking care of me the most which I needed. All were going good but it's not working for me still my nose was bleeding and I wasn't able to recover soon also I have tough nights also. When I woke up my family went out for some work and I don't know why he came to meet me. He knocks on the door I was not ready to open it but I opened the door I let him in. And when he saw me in this condition he was in shock statement and didn't speak much that time. I get to knew that he's scare of me now after some time we were on my balcony talking just and there's the rain started falling I was running inside but he grabbed my hand out there. I was like I want to go inside of my room it's cold over here. And he said let it be just for one time with me, please.

So I said yes to him he hold my hands and pulled me close to him. We danced in the rain but then he grabbed my neck and pulled me up for a kiss. And he kissed me so hard we both were wet and picked me up and taken me to my room and he drops me down to my bed and yes he's on me kissing my lips and he removes his t-shirt and came up to kiss me. Damn his kisses he removes my clothes off too I just let him because I wanted it too. He again grabbed my neck n gave me neck kisses but this time it was very sensual like every kiss and every touch it was a good love. He grabbed my boobs n pressed them off and yes I moan louder but he came up to make me shut up with kisses. Then he removes my bra and tugs his fingers on my nipples and squeezing them up. I was moaning in his mouth. Then he looked at me n asked me this is what you want huh? I just said yes I want it. He sucked my titties off slowly slowly n this time I was looking at him the way he sucked them up. He asked me " Can I touch you down there?" I nodded to him. And finally, he touched me down there he fingered me slowly in the start then his finger started moving so fast and he was sucking my tits too. I thought my soul gonna come out now it was that amazing and satisfying. I was moaning so hard and when he came up to kiss me I felt something coming out from my nose. I was bleeding again and here some blood he got on his face we both ran to the bathroom he watched my face first I took my pills for that but it wasn't stopping I called my family urgently. And they were about to come home and I hugged him for the last time he said to me everything will be okay you will recover soon. And I made him go

My family came home they seen me bleeding so far and it's not stopping we gone to the hospital and my doctor said us to admit her immediately they gave me such injections that I fell dizzy and they were checking me out. After some time I slept also. When I woke up my family and all the doctors were around me they were all just being so sweet to me and I was like what happened to them why were they r all behaving like this for what. When some of my relatives came inside to meet me they all starts crying and then I thought is it's my last day or something or I just left very little time for myself. When my mom came inside to meet me I asked her what is going on im I going to die soon or something she didn't say anything she just fell into tears hugged me tightly n that makes me cry as well. I told her to bring my dairy she did what I said to her. I wrote for myself and for him too. Nothing lasts forever but my one condition is still u remember me being kissed, danced in the rain, say you see me again in your wildest dream. It's time that ill leave but I bet this memory follows you around. And it's the time that I have to leave u all guys but just remember the time we spent laughing together and loving as well. And I kept my dairy inside of my pillow n fallen to sleep. So ITS THE END of me.