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s3thwrit3sstuff · 11 months

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❝ I was the boy who was on your side❞

warnings: talks of death, think of Sal as an ex that won’t leave you alone, fingering, shower sex, Sal exhibiting yandere tendencies, mentions of r! taking medication

there’s someone else on your bed. someone whose heart beats steadily in their chest and yet you still feel Sal’s eyes watch you from the corners of the room. worse yet, you feel his ghostly touches on your skin. you crave him even when you can’t touch him, he would apologize but he made a promise to stay by your side no matter what.

authors note: i have no reason for writing this tbh, just wanted to. i hope it's enjoyable tho!

“Do you know what the French call orgasms?”

The sly curl of his lips allows air to be breathed into your lungs. His hands rake down the curve of your back as his teeth chew on his kiss-bruised lip. “The French don’t concern me,” you said. “They should," Calum says with their brows arched haughtily. Leaning up and lifting himself onto his elbows, Calum's aquiline nose bumps into yours. “They’re quite the romantics," Calum frowns as your eyes roll upwards.

“Rude!” his scoff manages to wring a burst of laughter. It’s cut short as he uses this moment to spring upwards, making your body twist in a quick flurry of limbs and sheets that ends with the both of you laughing. The bed squeaks at the force, spring coiling in protests that land on deaf ears.

Calum's warmth is welcomed. His kisses sweetly call for those praises to be poured from your lips as his hands climb up your forearms until his fingers thread between yours. They grasp firmly. A whisper of his name from you has him grinning toothily, his teeth brushing against your hips as he lowers and lowers and lowers. . .

The sight of his white hair between your legs wasn’t unfamiliar. Nor was it unwanted. His dexterous muscle works on your pulsing cock with fervor. “Fuck, Cal”, he merely hums in acknowledgment. “La Petite Mort”. “. . .Gesundheit?” Calum sucks on your dick meanly. His teeth uncovered and his tongue merciless. The sharp ache of it has you inhaling sharply, thigh tensing and back bowing; the pleasure was enough to ebb all of it away but Calum's wet pout has you puffing out apologies. “It’s French, dumbass”, using his hands now. Calum jerks you off. His knuckles sweetly rub along the sides as lewd noises fill the air. Your body grows lax once again, eyes fluttering shut as you melt on the sheets.

The rain pelting on the windows does little to muffle your noises (though you sincerely hope your neighbours find it sufficient) but the repetitiveness of the raindrops drizzling on glass sinks you into a memory long forgotten. Foggy mornings, squeaky shoes on vinyl floors with equally as squeaky locker door hinges; a hushed whisper of excitement; painted nails with guitar string scars slipping up your shirt as blue eyes dance across your face. “This is where you want to spend your free period in? The dirty bathrooms?” “What?” You remembered saying with your arms wrapped around the neck of the boy you once loved so dearly. The feeling of his choppy haircut along your wrist whispers for you to smooth it out from underneath the straps of his face prosthesis.

“You too busy or something?” Sal rolls his eye but you still catch the crescent shape it squished into as he smiles. “Sally Face, you got somewhere to be? Can’t even spend your free period with your boyfriend?” he squeezes you closer, slotting you directly against his frame. His belt buckle digs into you a bit but his slender fingers grab a handful of your ass and all is forgotten. “ ‘Didn’t say nothing like that”, his digits stutter as he feels the loosening of his mask but he catches himself as you gaze at him with nothing but adoration. “Good man, Sal”.

The memory fades away as your eyes open, tears brimming and darkening your lashes but not once falling as you groan. Spine twisting, your neck arches as Calum rubs your cock with his thumb while he tells you how delicious you taste. “It means The Little Death, that post-orgasm tingles of unconsciousness."

The idea of an orgasm being linked to death made a delirious giggle slip out. Throwing an arm across your eyes you simply squeezed your thighs together to force Calum's head closer to your boycunt. “You gonna kill me, baby?” Calum's mouth is full of your dick but he doesn’t seem unwilling. The corners of his mouth lift in a grin and he gets to work.

“Oh shit," your teeth chew on the insides of your cheeks and your arms fly to grasp on the bedsheets as your head turns. Calum's holding your thighs, grip bruising as he devours you like a man starved for weeks. Your vision is hazy. The warbling of shadows slink and rise thanks to the rain, the warm light of the streetlight, and the occasional car that drives past distorts you further as pleasure runs through you like blood through a body. A steady pumping that fills you with warmth and life - not at all anything like death. The French were stupid, you decided. Sex is alive. A beast that languidly stretches itself on chaise lounge chairs with claws so sharp it burns as it cuts; even in passing one-night stands. The beast all but burns.

It's a flame. It’s not death, sex is alive. Mighty and virile. Calum's head between your legs is proof of that and the way your body trembles is proof of that.

Bright lights steer the noise of rubber-crushing gravel onto your street, the ambiance of it allows a face to appear in the corner of your room. For a second, your heart stops and you think that maybe you’d offended Death within your thoughts because sitting in the armchair was Sal. He’s dressed in that sickening shade of orange, his hair looking more green than blue as his mask tilts listlessly. His hands are bound in chains that glint from what little light was flooding through the room but his eyes? They glow in the darkness; they feel accusatory. Panic grips you and you scramble to sit up. Calum chases after you like a hungry dog, tongue out and everything, and gazes up with confusion. Your chest was heaving as you stared at the corner and he kneeled on the bed to squint his eyes at it. The armchair had been picked off the street. Ashley and you revamped it. She said it’d make the room homier while you mused the idea of it being a reading nook. Ultimately, it became nothing more than a place to pile laundry and Calum's guffaws make your cheeks burn in humiliation. “You thought it was a dude sitting there?” “Fuck, maybe? Don’t laugh!”

Calum grunts as you shove him backward, merely wrapping his arms around you, and his touch burns. Like warm metal scraping on the skin, your gums ache from the sensation. He thinks nothing of it when you push to pin him down, folding his legs until his knees meet his chest. His cock jumps to greet you while he purrs in delight at this familiar position. “You going to fuck me with your dick, scaredy cat?” The pout on your face makes him coo, reaching between his legs to cup your face and pull you down. Once your tongues are tangled and the taste of you mixes with saliva, you dare a sneaky glance toward the corner again. Nothing. No sickly orange or drabe blue-green or accusatory eyes. Just a pile of clean laundry in desperate need of folding. Calum bites down on your lip and you grunt in reply. His bright brown eyes are filled with mirth. He’s caught you sneaking a peek and he is none too shy to tease you about it.

“Hey, I get those jumpscares too sometimes. It happens. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Daddy-o”, he assures with gentle caresses along your jaw and ear.

“Juuust maybe a sign for you to get some chores done so you don’t get a heart attack again, ya’ know, food for thought”. You shift your hips and line your throbbing dick to his sopping hole. The heat of him around your tip has your back rippling and he urges you on with whiny, keening, noises. Calum's at your mercy, filling up with your dick as you mount him. His eyes close and the lovingly bruised neck he has stretches. Your mouth hangs open, and the heat between your legs and the tightness of Calum's have your vision turning fuzzy.

Another car passes. The light washes out Calum's olive-toned skin and for a split second, it’s Sal on the mattress. With his soft tummy and blue-tinted happy trail, the healed acne scars on his chest, and his beautiful face twisted in pleasure.

“Not too rough. I’m fragile," Sal jested. Even in the dim moonlight, you can tell he’s attempting to cover his facial scars by pressing them into the pillows. Despite how uncomfortable it might be on his sensitive skin. Your frown makes him sigh. It cuts off with a grunt as you slam your hips onto his. "Let me see my beautiful baby." He shivers at your whisper. God, your voice was like lighter fluid pouring over him. Your touches were the fire that ignited his very soul. Every pore and fine hair wants nothing more than to be covered in you; devoured by you. Sal can feel your fingers travel and trace his collarbones, gulping thickly when it encloses around his neck. A sharp intake of breath is all your doing as you squeeze him there. "(Y/N)..."

"Sal." His eyes flutter and your gaze is so overwhelming. He turns to face you, his hair spread out beneath him like a lion's mane. God, he was ethereal. You don't fault him for not thinking the same — the monster that took his mother away from him deserved to burn in hell.

But your Sal was yours. As you cup his face, you can practically feel his heart pounding in his head. There were flashes of teeth where lips should be, and a chunk of his jaw bone was gone which left his face unsymmetrical. His glass eye wasn't as glossy as his real one and you kiss the tears that fall to comfort him. His breath stutters as he feels the strap-on you wore move in tandem with your sweet kisses. Sal grasps at your arms, his painted nails digging into your flesh and you coo at him as you pour your soul into him.

Kissing Sal felt like kissing sunlight. Kissing Calum felt like nothing. Just a pair of lips pressed to yours, opening with his jaw so his tongue could meet yours. His breath puffs into your mouth as your hips grind up into his awaiting cunt. "Fuck, your dick feels good," he grunts out with his head tossed back. He feels like heaven as his sopping entrance squeezes and takes your t-dick. "Yeah?" Calum nods. As if you needed any convincing. The squelching noises your bodies make when you pull back and push back in is enough. Calum's hips canting and thighs twitching were just icing on the cake. "You take me so fucking well. So fucking pretty," your eyes close as your dick bumps with his. They throb together as they slide against each other. It has Calum biting on his lip so hard it threatens to bleed. So you sink back inside of him and he groans. "That feel good?"

Fingers trace your shoulders. Barely there are touches that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand in attention. Your body knows who he is even if your mind tries to deny it. Calum's voice is muffled by the pelting rain and cars passing by. Sal's hand moves to grasp your shoulders, and then the press of his face prosthetic to your nape makes your hips stutter. Those cold lips trace the column of your neck.

His breath makes your ears warm up.

Those familiar hands, with those calloused digits, slip to hold your waist. They settle into your shape, thumb stroking over where your hipbones would be.

"You want me to touch you there, baby?"

"Yes, please, yes," you whimper. Calum is at your mercy as you hand your head down.

He calls out your name as your dick slips out of him but that's cut short by his growl of approval when you start grinding your cocks together.

Sal places his chin to peer down. You can hear the smile he has on his face as he whispers about how hard you are. "Almost there, yeah? That feels good? Fuck, I missed this, missed you. Yeah, come on."

Calum's mumbling about being close and you're on the edge too. Your ghost, your Sal, wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you back towards his chest.

He's there. You can feel him. Feel his body curl over you as his digits slip into you; your walls mold to his shape and they seem intent on not letting him go.

It's so cold, so spine-chilling, but so fucking hot.

Calum moans in pleasure. The sight of him writhing and moaning as he jerked himself off through his orgasm would've made anyone's mouth water.

Your eyes were closed. All you could do to still feel Sal was to drown in his touch.

"Oh fuck —" Sal groans into your ear. Your body shivers, limply leaning against his as he lets you ride out on his fingers. He pumps them, slowly decreasing his pace as you plead for him for more.

Calum grunts as you are laid beside him. The arm that slips over the back of your shoulder forces your eyelids apart. He flinches as you scramble to sit up, once again following your lead and glancing around the room.

"Christ, (Y/N)! Is your house haunted or something? You're starting to scare me," he laughs breathlessly. Your stunned silence does not ease him. When you shove his hand off your shoulder, he furrows his brows and watches you stand to go to the bathroom.

"(Y/N)? Did you take something at the club? Seriously, are you okay?"

"He's a little chatty, huh?"

"I'm fine! I'm fine. I just, I just need a minute..."

His blue eyes narrow as you reach for the bottle of pills you stored in your medicine cabinet. You knew you shouldn't have put it out of sight — object permanence was not something that existed in your brain. If it's out of sight, you tend to forget about it real quick.

"Don't."

You can see his arm on the edge of your sink, his face appearing as he cups your cheeks. The bottle shakes as you back away from him. Sal follows and once again wraps his arms around your waist so you stand still.

"(Y/N)?" Calum calls out.

"Don't."

His eyes were pleading. His tone was nothing short of a beg.

Calum's footsteps grow closer to your bathroom.

Sal strokes your cheekbones as he watches you pop a pill back into your mouth.

"(Y/N)...baby..."

"(Y/N)? Baby?" Calum is there when you open your eyes. He glances at the pill bottle in your hand and you shake your head.

"Sorry, I just...I forgot to take these." Calum busies himself with turning the showerhead on, trying to find the right words to prod for answers. You're thankful for that; you needed to collect your thoughts as well.

"Are they prescribed?" he tests. You nod wordlessly, placing the bottle down next to the sink.

"...Can I ask what they're for?"

You twist the faucet and lean down to splash your face with cold water. He's patient as he stands under the shower. When you straighten up, he reaches his hand out. You take it. His body slots against yours as he kisses your neck and collarbone.

"You don't have to answer — "

"No, no, I...I can answer. They're just for my depression. I kind of had a rough time in college, uhm, it left me in a bad spot." Calum apologizes.

Why is he apologizing?

You catch his lips, murmuring ' It's okay ' as you do. He whimpers in your kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck as you push him to the wall. His legs spread as your knee separates them as he grinds down so sweetly on your knee. You can't shake the feeling of eyes on you. The steam is building up, making the mirror fog up and your heavy breathing isn't helping.

Calum is so pliant this time. No quips or protests. Maybe he feels bad for accusing you of something. Or did he feel bad because you admitted to having a shitty mental state?

He cums on your leg so you praise him for it.

"Do you want me to help you wash up?" You shake your head. He fails to mask his guilt. You're glad he left you alone in the bathroom because the second he closes the door behind him, you're on your knees.

The palms of your hand dig into your eyes as you curl over on the floor. He's there. You know he is. Just watching you from the furthest corner of the bathroom. Kept at bay by some stupid placebo effects.

Ashley would scold you. Probably tell you to tell your therapist that you've been hallucinating your ex-boyfriend.

You know you're not hallucinating though.

You know what he is.

"...I do miss you, I wish you'd stop letting him come over."

"I don't remember you being the jealous type," you reply dryly. Your tears are blending in with the water that cascades down your pathetically curled-up body.

"I love you, (Y/N). We made a promise that we'd never leave each other, remember? So I'm not leaving."

Calum pretends not to hear your laughter. He stares at your bathroom door in worry as he hears it turning into sobbing. His heartstrings were being stretched thin as your sobbing turns ugly.

Every inhale and exhale, rubbing your throat raw as it echoes from the bathroom.

But as Calum stands he's met with the sight of a man dressed in an orange outfit and a haunting mask. The shock was enough to have him fall onto his ass and as he crawls backward, that sickening clinkclinkclink of the man's chains follows.

"What the fuck!? What the fuck!?"

Sal tilts his head, breathing heavily as he wordlessly stares Calum down. Calum turns onto his hands and knees, stumbling over his own feet as he slams your front door open.

Sal shushes you as he gathers you into his arms. Cupping a hand over your eyes he squeezes you close between his legs on the floor of the shower.

You can hear the door slam open, banging onto the wall, but Sal's grip just tightens.

"I've got you. Shh, don't worry, I've got you, baby. Just stay with me."

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zdux · 2 years

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Hey! I hope you’re having a good day, I was just wondering if you’d possibly be able to write Sally Face (and any other characters you’d like to add) with a S/O that went through something similar to Coraline? But they escaped with one eye (so the other is a button of some kind) and they explain to Sally/the others what happened?

If you can’t do it then that’s alright! Thank you though :)

Honestly, sure! It's been a while since I've written Sally Face, so why not?

Sally Face X "Coraline" S/O

Sal's world was already full of the strange and unusual, so he was more "oh shit not again" than scared when you came back with one of your eyes turned into a giant button

He takes it really well, when you sit down and explain to him what you went through. He wraps his arm around you to silently let you know that you're safe now.

He's used to strange stares, growing up with his prosthetic, so he isn't off put by it in the slightest. He even offers to help you if you want to either cover it up with an eyepatch, or if you want make it a statement, go out of your way to highlight it.

If you get nightmares or flashbacks from being in the "other world", he'll stay up to silently comfort you. If you need him to talk, he will, but after being tossed around in so many strange and dangerous situations, he tends to find the most comfort in loving silence.

If you're okay with it, he gets another mask and decorates it to match your eyed, buttons, sewing details, etc.

He follows your lead on this one; if you were traumatized and don't want to think about it, he will try to help you heal. If you are proud to have survived and want to show off your "battle scar", he will totally embrace that.

Honestly, part of him wonders if the Beldam and her world are somehow connected to the cult, and if they even know about it. She seems dangerous and powerful, and there's been a few sleepless nights where he stays up worrying about it. He trusts that you sealed her away, but after dealing with the cult for years, he doesn't trust magical seals staying sealed anymore.

It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it! It's been a while since I've written anything Sally Face, and

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keroo2 · 2 years

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.. oh, Are you lost?

here's a guide.

this is a x reader fanfiction blog !!

get to know the mod!

im nini, a gender neutral person in their young 19s who's purpose is having fun (and hopefully dealing with life in a fun way) oh and 🇧🇷

i will write for south park and sally face, hopefully with new fandoms coming up soon!

do understand that i have college and work to deal with, so the time for writing is quite limited..

@ i take requests!!

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klbwriting · 6 months

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 8: Jealous

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Jason is moody for six weeks but gets his cast off and a new feeling arises in YN

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @amberpanda99

I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice - Mamma Mia

It was a long six weeks for everyone in the penthouse as Jason was unable to do much besides school and provide Dick with home-based assistance as Nightwing. He was irritable, snapping at everyone, even YN sometimes, and just downright sulky. Dick constantly would look at YN and ask if she still wanted to put up with his bullshit, to which she would just shrug and say something about it being annoying but sometimes the real Jason came through and that made it worth it. Like when he made dinner for them, hobbling around in front of the stove, listening to music, and sometimes, if he thought no one was looking, dancing as much as he could with the cast. Or maybe when he was reading something really interesting, and YN would just lay her head in his lap and listen to him read quietly to himself. Those moments made her remember that Jason wasn’t just some vigilante with nothing to do, he was a person, and he was struggling. She remembered her mom being this way, so angry some days, so sad others, but the moments in between are the ones that were most vivid in her memory. She held out hope that whenever she thought back to this time, she would just remember the good things, like Jason singing her to sleep some nights or them meeting up before theater practice to kiss backstage. Jason took these moments to heart, knowing he would remember them, needing them these things to make this time not feel so wasted, make him not feel so useless.

The only thing Jason really could do, was research that drug that Maroni had gotten into the streets. He, Dick, and YN had all come up with a plan to at least get information directly from the source. YN contact Sal, offering to start trying to learn his business, maybe join him. She put on that she was nearly homeless, needed help, was desperate enough to start the work. Sal had gladly accepted, and she spent weekends and sometimes evenings with Sal and his cronies, learning things about both Sal’s underworld business and his legitimate cover business. It bothered Jason that she was being thrown into that world, but she wanted to help, and they didn’t have much of a choice, they needed a contact. YN was a good sport about it, coming back with real information for them, working hard to be helpful. Dick often asked Jason if he had asked YN to officially move in yet, wondering if her eagerness to be useful was something rubbed off from Jason or her need to feel like she wasn’t a charity case. Jason wasn’t sure, but he was terrified of asking her to stay. Of her saying no, telling him that she wasn’t going to stay long, that he wasn’t what she wanted for the long run, so he never asked, skirting the question with excuses or just running out of the room as fast as he could hobble.

All the stress from school, the musical, and being a coach vigilante was clearly getting to the breaking point when Jason got his cast removed. He was fitted with a boot and given another 2 weeks before he could be free of it. Just two more weeks and he would be back out there, being Red Hood, actually doing something that mattered in the city. It was giving him something to hope for, but he still felt so pathetic, and everyone noticed. And as older teenagers do, when they see someone who clearly needs a night to blow off steam, the theater group decided to have a party. Halle, the junior playing Christine, had an off-campus house that she shared with a few other theater people, so she volunteered to throw a party specifically for Jason getting his cast off. She announced it at Friday practice that the party would be that evening and Jason of course had to come. YN was off in the wings, having come back from the music area to tell Jason she could find another way home, she was needing to stay late, when she heard about the party.

“If you can’t come, I’m not going,” Jason said, folding his arms as he leaned against the backstage wall. She sighed, seeing him picking absently at his sleeve while his other hand scratched at his elbow. Nervous energy was pretty much wafting off him. He needed a night off to let off some steam.

“I will come, I will be late, go have fun,” YN said, gently rubbing his arms, making him instantly put his hands on her hips and pulling her close. He leaned his head to hers. “I’ll only be another hour and then tomorrow you have to listen to my arrangement of ‘The Point of No Return’ and sing to it so I know its working out right ok?”

“Anything you want sweetness,” he said. “You promise you’ll come?”

“An hour Jason, now go have fun. I promise it won’t kill you,” she said. Jason smiled a little and kissed her gently, a hand holding her face after he pulled back. “I have to get back, love you, now smile and have fun.” He couldn’t help smiling a little before heading off to join the rest of the cast.

Jealousy wasn’t something that YN had a lot of experience with. She had never expected to experience it, she didn’t really date in high school, beyond Jason, and she never had trouble with losing out on parts during theater, she understood her limitations most of the time. But the raging fire that she was feeling when she entered the party and saw Jason, Halle, and Mike, the guy playing Raoul, doing a terrible karaoke version of ‘The Boy is Mine’ but singing it to Halle, was completely new. She had no idea how to control it, letting it fester as she grabbed a drink and sat down in the back of the main living room. Theater nerds were a strange lot, their parties weren’t always loud music and drinking to excess, a lot of times it was karaoke or random jam sessions with food and maybe a few beers. YN had been to a few of these in high school and normally she participated, but right now she didn’t feel like it. She was quiet, pretending not to be there until the song ended and Halle kissed Jason’s cheek before Mike’s and that kind of set YN off. She had been so understanding of everything and this wasn’t something crazy, not like they were making out in front of her, but something snapped inside her. All the stress of dealing with Jason’s mood swings, with him being hot and cold on their relationship, overflowed and she stood up, moving towards the door, getting out of the house and into the cooler night air. If this is finally what made him happy, if Halle’s attention was what made him happy, then she would walk back to the apartment that night.

“YN?” she heard behind her, Jason coming down the front steps of the house. “Hey, I saw you…why are you leaving?” She stopped and looked at him, those eyes seeping into her and melting the iciness that had settled over her heart.

“I see you took my advice to have fun…” she said, folding her arms and looking at her feet. Jason looked confused, why did she seem mad about that? Then it dawned on him, another girl, hanging off him, getting close. O, o jeez. No one had ever been jealous about him before, and he felt both pride and guilt. He hadn’t meant to make her feel that way, but he couldn’t lie, he wanted to see how jealous she was, his ego liked that idea.

“Ya, well we thought it was funny, you know the whole fighting over a girl thing…” he said. “It was just supposed to be cute, Halle thought it would be fun.” His rambling and shrugging in an ‘ah shucks’ sort of way seemed to just annoy her more.

“Sure, well I don’t want to cramp your style, get back to your fun. I’m going to see if I can help Dick or something,” she said, turning and starting to stomp away. Jason reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. She stumbled, catching herself on his chest, hands settling there as she looked up to see him smirking down at her. He looked smug and it was both hot and aggravating.

“Sweetness are you jealous?” he asked, leaning in a little. She glared at him, but it was half-hearted. “You know I will follow you home right now, if you’re not at the party then I don’t want to be there either.”

“I’ve never seen you like that…you looked happy, I don’t remember the last time you seemed happy,” she said softly. That stopped him in his tracks, his smile dropping. She thought someone else made him happy? And she thought that she didn’t. O fuck he had been such an asshole. He had been so focused on pouting and self-pity that he hadn’t noticed her efforts. She always tried to make him laugh, finding all his favorite movies to watch, listening to him read, sometimes for hours, not moving so she didn’t disturb him. She brought him snacks, for fuck’s sake, she was going into Sal Maroni’s world to help him and Dick.

“YN, I’m sorry,” he whispered. She looked at him confused. “I should have noticed that I was being so awful to you, and you were just trying to help me. Let’s go home, I don’t want to go back to the party.”

“No, I want to go, I want us to have fun together. No more of you stewing in your self-loathing, you’re Jason fucking Todd and you should be proud and happy about that. And if you’re not, be happy you have a loving girlfriend who literally deals with her asshole dad every day for him,” YN said. Jason took a step back at the venom in her voice.

“I wouldn’t be happier with anyone else. No one else has done so much for me, well no one but Dick but I doubt he kisses like you,” he said, which caused YN to burst out laughing, making him smile. “Alright sweetness, we’ll go back to the party, only if you agree to move in and stop the whole trying to get a job and move out thing. You’re mine and you’re staying with me. Or, if you want, I’m moving with you somewhere, maybe somewhere we could have more privacy…” he trailed off as his fingers ran down her sides to yank her closer. She let out an adorable squeak of surprise before he kissed her deeply, her hand weaving into his hair.

“I’ll move in, I won’t try to leave anymore,” she said as Jason, ignoring that they were right in front of a house full of college kids, kissed to her ear and down her neck, hands finding purchase on her ass, squeezing. “As much as I’d like to continue this, we are being watched…and honestly I never thought of voyeurism as hot unless you were in your other outfit.” Jason stilled, now having an entirely new thought in his mind.

“When I get this boot off that is happening, I know a few places it would be fun to make you melt in,” he whispered, pulling back and taking her hand to head back to the party.

After a couple hours Jason got a text from Dick, telling them to get home, they needed to talk immediately. Jason found her, pulling her close and kissing her ear. He whispered what Dick texted, freezing a fake smile on her face she looked at him, nodding.

“Going somewhere?” Halle asked as they started to leave. Jason smirked, pulling YN back to him.

“I’ve been trying to take her home all night, finally wore her down,” he said. It was sleezy, and very unlike Jason to talk like this but Halle just shrugged, probably assuming he had been drinking. YN just laughed and shook her head.

“I’m getting him home before he drinks anymore, he’s heavy and I can’t carry him,” she said. Jason shrugged and they headed back to the apartment.

“Where have you guys been?” Dick asked as they came in. Jason explained about the party and Dick looked a little impressed that they were doing something normal instead of trying to search for a criminal hideout or something. He showed them his computer where Barbara was on camera.

“Hey lovebirds, just found all the evidence we need against Maroni,” she said. YN let out a sigh of relief, maybe she would be free from that man finally.

“What’s the catch?” Jason asked, always knowing that good names came with pain in the ass news. Barbara nodded.

“We can see the data, but I can’t copy it or screenshot in. It can only be copied from the computer in Maroni’s office,” she said. Everyone looked at YN who deflated. She knew she could get it, but she would probably get caught so they discussed a plan to make sure she got away with the data, all the while making sure Maroni would think he foiled her plans. Pain in the ass news, am I right?

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jasontodd #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #strangeduet

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Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

part 10

"The tips of your teeth fit perfect in me,"

a/n: i hope it's clear which parts are flashbacks to yn and sals childhood. if not please let me know so I can clarify that more. 😱💯🔥

I snuggled closer into sals bed, inhaling the refreshing scent of clean laundry mixed with the musk of the basement. I checked the clock. it was 9 am. it felt like the world had frozen. everything was still, not even the sound of the light generator vibrated through the building. I felt sals chest slowly rising and falling behind me. I smiled slightly as I slowly peeled myself out of the bed while making sure not to disturb sals peace. I crept to the bathroom. I noticed there was a note pinned to the fridge addressed to me and sal, but I didn't bother reading it.

I locked the door behind me. the bathroom tiles were freezing compared to the warmth of the bed. I stretched and looked in the mirror, admiring the light bruises covering my collar bone. it was like stickers of sals affection on my skin.

my belly tickled with nerves as I waited for sal and his dad to come over. sal had called me about his new prosthetic, so no one had to see his face. he had been released less than a month ago, yet the scars were still bright pink.

"Mommy?" I walked into the living room carrying the picture I had been coloring for sal. "Do you think sally will like this?"

my mom analyzed the drawing, a picture of me and sal on a picnic with butterflies and an orange cat. I held an apple, Sal, a pitcher of lemonade. "it's beautiful, baby. he'll love it."

I flashed my mom a toothy smile.

the doorbell rang, and I sprinted to the door. I flung it open and hugged sal tight. since I had been in the hospital with sal for so long, not having his presence was sad to me. even though it was only 4 weeks since I had seen him last, it felt like it had been ages.

"Hi, y/n/n!" sals, baby voice greeted me. "I missed you!"

I squeezed him tighter. "I missed you more!" I pulled back to take a glance at his prosthetic. it was light pink, a color I never would've guessed he'd choose.

"What?" I was staring. "Do you not like it?" Insecurity radiated off of him.

"No, I love it, sally. it's just different. last time i saw you, you were wrapped in bandages, silly!"

his eyes squinted. "Yeah." I could hear the smile in his tone.

I picked up my drawing off the floor and shoved it into his hands. "I drew this for you, sally face."

his gaze softened as he looked at the drawing. "All right, kids. let's go before the pizza gets cold!" Henry chuckled.

"why pink?" I asked sal as I watched him color in a Lisa frank coloring book of mine.

he stopped coloring and looked up at me. tears began to form in his eyes before he looked down again. he kept his composure. "it was my mom's favorite color."

I knew he didn't want to keep everything under control. sal hadn't cried once in front of me, the whole time we were at the hospital and even now. I didn't want him to think he couldn't be sad around me.

I pulled sal into a hug. we sat for a minute as he let me comfort him about his mom. "you know, sal, I have an idea that'll make you feel better." I smiled sweetly at him.

he made a confused noise. I walked over to my dresser and pulled a sheet of (coincidentally) Lisa frank stickers. I chose a cat licking a lollipop and placed it on his cheek. I avoided dogs to the best of my ability. he scooted over to my mirror to look at himself. his eyes squinted once more, signaling that my plan had worked. he giggled as he watched me cover his prosthetic in stickers through the mirror.

I smiled. "better now?"

I sat on the floor of the treehouse in between ash and sal. sal gently held my hand as it rested on my thigh.

"I refuse to fucking believe that there are more doors than wheels." Larry complained.

"yeah, I'm team wheels." I shrugged.

the boys (😈) continued arguing as ash began to tease me at a whisper. "don't act innocent, I can see those damn hickeys!" she giggled, which was loud in my ear.

i swatted her away. "shut the fuck up." I rolled my eyes. "I'm glad Larry's being normal.. I think?"

"shit, what time is it?" sal exclaimed.

"uh, 9:27 pm." Todd said, looking at his ugly ass watch. no offense, Toddy.

"my dad told me to be home by 9:30. y/n, will you walk me home."

"yeah, of course." sal led me out of the treehouse. the sounds of Larry and ash clapping their hands and moan made us laugh as we ran down the hill.

Larry leaned out of the treehouse making gagging sounds, which were followed by ashs obnoxious giggle that we all adored.

"I don't need to go home, it was just too hot in there." sal spoke up.

"to the roof?" I suggested. he nodded.

sal took his mask off and dangled his feet over the ledge, looking down at the pavement.

"what's on your mind, sally face?" I asked, plopping down on the ledge next to him.

"just my mom." he gave me a sad smile. "I miss her, you know?" he gently rubbed his eye, attempting to fight away the tears.

I wrapped my arms around him and we sat just like we had when we were little. I felt sal occasionally take shaky breaths. his hands were gentle as he held me close. the warm summer breeze brushed through our hair. I looked up at the stars, begging whatever God was out there to stop hurting sal. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder once more, inhaling the scent of vanilla mixed with the summer air.

"she would've loved you." sal whispered, making me tear up. "I'm glad you're here with me."

"I love her, and I never even got to meet her." I looked at him with admiration. well, obviously I couldn't see myself but that's what I think I looked like. he brushed his fingers through my tangled hair. I gently placed my lips on his.

we laid on the roof and stared up at the stars. we rested shoulder to shoulder as we held eachothers hands like it was the end of the world.

"y/n?" sal broke the silence. he never looked at me.

"yeah?"

"do you ever feel not real? like, you look around and think 'how the fuck did is everything here and why am I here?' sorry, not really good at explaining."

"I know what you mean. don't apologize. I feel like that a lot. maybe not as much when I'm with you or the group, I guess." I shrugged.

he sighed. "I'm glad I'm not the only one."

#ash campbell #larry johnson #sal fisher #sally face #fanfic #friends to lovers #fanfiction #melanie martinez #light shower #sal fisher x y/n

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hi i did something, uhh di not use my art wihout permission ;33 i love sal sm so y not qwq

#sallyface x reader #sal x reader #sal fisher x reader #self insert #yn #sal x yn #sally x reader #sally face x reader

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feel free to send stuff in my ask box about your self shipping with sally face characters ^^ i love hearing them bc im so glad im not the only one who self ships

#sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #sallyface x reader #self insert #larry x reader #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson x yn #sallyface #sally face #selfship #self shipping

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Ohio/Penn DX Bulletin No. 1429

SB DX @ WW < KB8NW $OPDX.1429

Ohio/Penn DX Bulletin No. 1429

The Ohio/Penn DX PacketCluster

DX Bulletin No. 1429

BID: $OPDX.1429

September 2, 2019

Editor Tedd Mirgliotta, KB8NW

Provided by BARF80.ORG (Cleveland, Ohio)

Written/Send from Strongsville, Ohio

Thanks to the Northern Ohio Amateur Radio Society, Northern Ohio DX

Association, Ohio/Penn PacketCluster Network, the AB5K’s AR Cluster

Networks, NJ1Q & W1AW, NG3K & ADXO, W3UR & The Daily DX, WB6RSE, K8GI,

K8YSE, KT8D, W8GEX & 60m DX News, DL1SBF, DL7UXG & The DX News Letter,

DxCoffee.com, DD0VR, DXNews.com, DX-World.Net, F5NQL, F6AJA & Les Nou-

velles DX, GU4YOX, I1JQJ/IK1ADH & 425 DX News, OZ6OM & 50 MHz DX News,

RN3RQ, Sixitalia Weekly and VA3RJ & ICPO for the following DX information.

DXCC COUNTRY/ENTITY REPORT: According to the AR-Cluster Network for the

week of Sunday, 25th/August, through Sunday, 1st/September there were 207

countries active. Countries available: 3A, 3B8, 3B9, 3D2, 3W, 4J, 4L, 4O,

4S, 4X, 5A, 5B, 5H, 5R, 5T, 5W, 6W, 6Y, 7X, 8P, 8Q, 8R, 9A, 9G, 9H, 9J,

9K, 9L, 9M2, 9M6, 9N, 9Q, 9V, 9Y, A2, A3, A4, A6, A7, A9, AP, BV, BY, C3,

C6, C9, CE, CE0Z, CE9, CM, CN, CP, CT, CT3, CU, CX, CY9, D2, D4, DL, DU,

E5/s, E7, EA, EA6, EA8, EA9, EI, EK, EP, ER, ES, ET, EU, EX, EY, EZ, F,

FG, FK, FM, FO, FR, FY, G, GD, GI, GJ, GM, GU, GW, H4, HA, HB, HB0, HC,

HH, HI, HK, HL, HP, HS, HZ, I, IS, J2, J6, J7, JA, JT, JW, JX, JY, K, KG4,

KH0, KH2, KH6, KH8, KL, KP2, KP4, LA, LU, LX, LY, LZ, OA, OD, OE, OH, OH0,

OJ0, OK, OM, ON, OX, OY, OZ, P2, P4, PA, PJ2, PJ4, PY, PZ, S0, S5, S7, S9,

SM, SP, ST, SU, SV, SV5, SV9, T7, TA, TF, TG, TI, TK, TR, TT, UA, UA2,

UA9, UK, UN, UR, V3, V4, V5, V7, V8, VE, VK, VP2E, VP2M, VP8, VP9, VR, VU,

XE, XU, XZ, YB, YJ, YK, YL, YN, YO, YS, YU, YV, Z2, Z3, Z6, ZA, ZB, ZD7,

ZD8, ZF, ZL, ZP, ZS

* PLEASE NOTE: The report “could” contain “Pirate/SLIM” operations or

more likely a “BUSTED CALLSIGN”. As always, you never know – “Work

First Worry Later”.

4U1UN UNITED NATIONS NEWS. On August 24th, the following was posted on

the United Nations Amateur Radio Club’s (4U1UN) FaceBook page: “We are

receiving a lot of messages regarding the lack of 4U1UN (United Nation

Amateur Radio Club) activity on the bands. We will try to clear some

things about the current Club’s activities.” Read the complete post at:

https://www.facebook.com/United-Nations-Amateur-Radio-Club-4U1UN-169357566427247/timeline

8Q7, MALDIVES. Roly, ZL1BQD, will be active as 8Q7XR from Maldives (AS-013)

between November 10th and December 30th. Activity will be on 80-10 meters

using CW, SSB and FT8. QSL via his home callsign. ADDED NOTE: Beware that

this is a re-issued callsign. Mark, M0DXR, used this callsign in 2008.

9M16, WEST MALAYSIA (Special Event). Members of the Kelab Radio Amateur

Jalan Klang Lama, the 9MDXC and MARTS will be activating the special

event callsign 9M16KING from Kuala Lumpur between now and September 30th.

Activity is to celebrate the 16th Yang di-Pertuan Agong (16th constitu-

tional monarch and head of state of Malaysia). Activity will be on 80-10

meters using CW, SSB and various Digital modes. QSL via the operators’

instructions.

9U, BURUNDI (Reminder). Francesco, IV3TMM, will once again be active as

9U3TMM from Bujumbura (WW Loc. KI46QP) between now and September 17th.

Activity will be on 60-6 meters using SSB, RTTY and FT8. QSL via IV3TMM,

by the A.R.I. Italian Bureau, ClubLog or LoTW.

A2, BOTSWANA (Update). The A21EME Team have updated their info on their

activity from Botswana (KG25wk) between October 20-29th. Operators now

mentioned are Dan/HB9CRQ, Chris/PA2CHR, Lins/PA3CMC, Andrew/ZS6AVH, John/

ZS6JON, Paul/ZS6NK and Bernie/ZS4TX. Activity will be on the following

dates and bands:

October 20-25th — 6m, 2m, and 70cm EME. Modes JT65 and CW.

October 20-29th — 23, 13, 9, 6 and 3cm. Modes JT65 and CW.

Also mentioned is activity on the QO100 satellite. For more details,

see QRZ.com.

QSL for 6m, 2m, 70cm and QO100 Sat. QSOs via PA3CMC, direct or by the

Bureau. NO IRCs.

QSL for 23cm and up QSOs via HB9Q.

CQ NEWS (Eddie DeYoung, AE7AA, Named CQ Magazine Awards Editor). A press

release, dated August 29th, from Richard Moseson (W2VU), Editor of CQ

Amateur Radio, reports the following: Eddie De Young, AE7AA, of Clearwater,

Florida, has been named Awards Editor of CQ Amateur Radio magazine, Editor

Rich Moseson, W2VU, announced today. His first Awards column appears in

the September 2019 issue. De Young succeeds Ted Melinosky, K1BV, who was

both Awards Editor and USA-Counties Award Custodian for more than 20 years.

CQ previously announced the appointment of Brian Bird, NX0X, as the new

USA-CA custodian.

De Young has been licensed since 1954 and has, over the years, held more

than two dozen call signs from 11 different countries. He spent 38 years

in the Pacific, Asia and Antarctica, including many in Australia. While

there, he served as Awards Manager for the Wireless Institute of Australia,

where he helped modernize the program and developed software to improve

award processing. He has also been on nearly a dozen DXpeditions.

Since returning to the United States, Eddie has worked summers for the

National Park Service as a park ranger at Hawaii Volcanoes National Park

and at Glacier National Park in Montana. On the ham bands, he is active

via remote stations and with limited operation from his new apartment,

with 100 watts and a homemade fractal square loop on his balcony. Eddie

enjoys operating primarily CW and digital modes.

De Young says he plans to offer hints in his column on earning CQ awards

of all kinds, inform newbies how to get started on their award hunting

quests and share how much fun and educational award-chasing can be. Eddie

also says he plans to include occasional competitions, award nostalgia

and ideas from readers.

CQ Editor Rich Moseson said, “Eddie brings a world of experience from

all over the world to this position. As an avid award chaser as well as

someone who has ‘been the DX,’ he understands both sides of the award-

hunting equation and is uniquely qualified to help CQ’s readers achieve

the greatest possible success in their own award-hunting efforts. Plus,

as former awards manager for a national association, he understands the

administrative side of award programs as well. I look forward to working

with Eddie.”

D4, CAPE VERDE. David, CT1EKU, is once again active as D44CH from Sal

Island (AF-086) until September 5th. Activity will be on various HF

bands using SSB and the Digital modes (FT8). QSL via LoTW, ClubLog and

eQSL.

DXCC’S MOST WANTED (ClubLog). The “DXCC Most Wanted” entities list has

been updated on ClubLog as of August 30th. The list contains 340 entities.

The following are the top 10 entities:

1. P5 DPRK (North Korea) 6. BV9P Pratas Island

2. 3Y/B Bouvet Island 7. KH7K Kure Island

3. FT5/W Crozet Island 8. KH3 Johnston Island

4. BS7H Scarborough Reef 9. FT5/X Kerguelen Island

5. CE0X San Felix Islands 10. 3Y/P Peter 1 Island

No changes this month. The complete “DXCC Most Wanted” entities list

is available at: https://secure.clublog.org/mostwanted.php

E6, NIUE. Andrew, OZ5E, will be active as E6AN from Lakepa, Niue Island

(OC-040) between September 7-10th. On QRZ.com it states, “This is a

“research” activation to prepare for a DCA-expedition (Danish Contest

Academy) later in the sunspot cycle, so there will not be that much

activity and it will be a holiday operation.” This operation is actually

being called an “Antenna Experimental Tourist Style expedition.” It also

states on QRZ.com to not shout too loud at him as “Andrew is not up to

speed as an operator (yet).” Activity will be on 40/20/15 meters, maybe

160/80/17m and 10m if it is open. Modes will be mainly FT8 and SSB – maybe

some CW. QSL via OZ5E direct or LoTW. For more details, see:

http://www.oz5e.dk

EA6, BALEARIC ISLANDS. Alessandro, IU2IBU, will be active as EA6/IU2IBU

from Punta Prime, Minorca Island, between September 7-13th. Activity

will be holiday style on 80-10 meters using SSB with 100 watts into an

End-Fed Half Wave antenna. QSL via his home callsign, by the Bureau,

direct or LoTW.

EX, KYRGYZSTAN (Reminder/Update). Operators Leszek/SP6CIK, Jarek/SP6OJK,

Janusz/SP9FIH, Roman/SP9FOW, Jerzy/SP9TCE and Jozef/SP9HVW will be active

as EX0QP (not EX6QP) from the south shore of Issyk-kul Lake between Sep-

tember 2-15th. Activity will be on 160-10 meters, especially the 30/17/12m

bands, using an Inverted L, phased verticals, and Spiderbeams. Operating

modes will be CW, SSB, RTTY and FT8 (F/H mode). Suggested frequencies are:

CW – 1832, 3532, 7032, 10122, 14032, 18082, 21032, 24912 and 28032 kHz

SSB – 3605, 7100, 14195, 18140, 21195, 24940 and 28420 kHz

RTTY – 1845, 3569, 7045, 10145, 14095, 18095, 21095, 24920 and 28095 kHz

FT8 – 1845*, 3569, 7045, 10145, 14095, 18095, 21095, 24920 and 28095 kHz

* listening for JA on 1908

QSL via SP6OJK or ClubLog’s OQRS.

GJ, JERSEY. Bob, GU4YOX, will be active in this year’s CQWW DX CW Contest

(November 23-24th) as GJ4YOX. Boat and lodging are booked, and Bob is

looking forward to his first CQWW CW operation from GJ-land. Bob will be

a Single-Op/Single-Band (20m)/High-Power/Unassisted entry in the contest.

QSLs will be available by Bureau, direct and LoTW. Bob will arrive on Wed-

nesday evening (November 20th) and return to Guernsey on Monday (November

25th), so there could be some pre/post contest QSOs.

IOTA NEWS…………..

AS-159. By the time you read this, operators Bulent/TA0TA, Nazim/TA2MN,

Adem/TA6CQ and Taskin/TA6N will be active as TC0Z from the

Kefken Island Lighthouse until September 4th. Activity will

be on 160-10 meters using SSB and the Digital modes (FT8 was

mentioned). All logs will be uploaded to LoTW, ClubLog and

QRZ.com after the DXpedition.

AS-206. (Reminder) Operators Take/JI3DST and Masa/JR8YLY will be active

as JI3DST/0 and JR8YLY/0 from Sado Island between September

6-11th. Activity will be on 80-6 meters using CW, SSB, RTTY

and FT8. QSL via their home callsigns.

EU-034. Ari, OH3KAV, is now active as ES0KA from Saaremaa Island

(WW Loc. KO08) until September 5th. Activity will be on 80-10

meters using mainly using FT8 and CW, and possibly also on 60m.

QSL via OH3KAV, by the Bureau or direct. All QSOs will be

uploaded to LoTW and ClubLog.

EU-058. Thierry, F6CUK, will be active as F6CUK/p from Sainte-Marguerite

Island (DIFM ME-020 FFF-1450 DFCF 06-063) between October 5-6th.

Activity will be on 40/20 meters using CW and SSB. QSL via his

home callsign, direct, by the Bureau, LoTW or ClubLog’s OQRS.

OC-237. Look for 7I1TI to be active from Tunda Island, Java Costal

Islands, Indonesia, between September 6-8th. Activity will

be on HF bands. QSL via HA3JB. NO OTHER DETAILS WERE PROVIDED.

PLEASE NOTE: Since the Webmasters of the new <www.iota-world.org> have

decided NOT to post or dedicate a Web page to announce upcoming IOTA

operations, PLEASE send your IOTA operations information to the OPDX,

and we will post it here in an upcoming bulletin……

JT, MONGOLIA. Operators Sergey/UA0SE, Leonid/UA0SU, Serge/UA0SC, Mark/

UA0SRQ and Anton/RA0SMS will be active as JT7A from the Khövsgöl Nuur

National Park, Mongolia, between September 5-9th. Activity will be on

various HF bands using CW, SSB, FT8 and FT4. QSL via RA0SMS or ClubLog’s

OQRS.

KH6, HAWAII. Ben, DL8UI, will be active as KH6/DL8UI from O’ahu Island

(OC-019) between September 13-15th. Activity will include the Worked All

Europe DX SSB Contest (WAE), September 14-15th. QSL via his home callsign,

direct or by the DARX Bureau.

NCDXF NEWS. Now available online is the 2019 Summer Northern California

DX Foundation (NCDXF) Newsletter (11 pages) for download at:

http://www.ncdxf.org/pages/newsletter.html

Interesting DXpeditions to read about are:

* Kanton Island – T31EU QRV from a scrap heap by Ronald Stuy, PA3EWP

* Shif Island (AS-189) – EP6RRC by Vasily V. Pinchuk, R7AL

OPDX MAILING LIST (Just A Reminder). The “new” OPDX Mailing List is back up

and running! Details on how to subscribe/unsubscribe are at the bottom of

this bulletin. PLEASE pass the word around…. Thanks and 73 de Tedd KB8NW

OY, FAROE ISLANDS. Operators Ray/DL1ZBO, Peter/DL5FF and Volkmar/DL2VU

will be active as OY/DL1ZBO, OY/DL5FF and OY/DL2VU, respectively, between

September 2-12th. Activity will be on CW, SSB and the Digital modes. They

will also be in the Russian WW RTTY Contest (September 7th). QSL via their

home callsigns.

P2, PAPUA NEW GUINEA. Puiu, YO5BIM, is currently and once again active as

P29VIM from Port Moresby, until September 22nd. Activity will be on 160-6

meters (including 60m) using mainly CW, JT9 and FT8, with an Icom IC-706

MK2G. QSL via his home callsign.

PACIFIC TOUR HAS STARTED. Heli, DD0VR, (along with XYL Bigi, DE3BWR) who

was active as C6A/DD0VR from the Bahamas during January and February this

year, informed OPDX on Saturday morning that they were in Singapore, and

they should be starting their Pacific Tour that night by the time you

read this. Their tentative schedule is as follows:

Fiji — Signing as 3D2VR between September 2-9th

Samoa — Signing as 5W0VR between September 9-16th

Tonga — Signing as A35JY between September 16-21st

Activity will be on various HF bands (80-6m). QSL via his home callsign,

direct or by the Bureau. LAST MINUTE UPDATE: Message from Heli late Saturday

indicated they had problems with customs (radio equipment) in Nadi because

they were closed on Sunday. They hope to get the equipment on Monday and

start building antennas.

PROPAGATION FORECAST/REPORT (September 2-8th)…….

Sep/02nd HN Sep/05th AN Sep/07th AN

Sep/03rd AN Sep/06th AN Sep/08th AN

Sep/04th AN

SOLAR REFERENCE KEYS/INDEXES AND GEOMAGNETIC REFERENCE

——————————————————

NORMALITY GEOMAG K Values Alpha

—————– —— ——– ——

AN – Above Normal Quiet K=0-1 0-7

HN – High Normal Unsettled K=2 8-15

LN – Low Normal Active K=3 16-29

BN – Below Normal Minor Storm K=4 30-49

DIS – Disturbed Major Storm K=5 50-99

VRY DIS – Very Disturbed Severe Storm K=6-9 100-400

Meanwhile, check out the following Web sites for propagation:

* VOACAP predication Web page at: http://www.voacap.com/hf

and http://www.voacap.com/prediction.html

* DX.QSL.NET Propagation page: https://dx.qsl.net/propagation

* A daily HF radio wave propagation forecast can be found at:

https://www.facebook.com/thomasfranklingiellaw4hm

* SolarHam Web page: http://www.solarham.net

* Radio Propagation/Space Weather/Sunspot Cycle Information at:

http://sunspotwatch.com

* Monthly propagation charts between four USA regions and twelve

overseas locations are at: http://arrl.org/propagation

* Information and tutorials on propagation are at: http://k9la.us

* Graphic propagation tool by DR2W: http://www.dr2w.de/dx-propagation

* Point to point propagation at: http://www.predtest.uk/p2p.html

* Realtime propagation at: http://www.predtest.uk

* Also on Twitter: https://twitter.com/@GiellaW4hm

QSL INFO AND NEWS……………….

QSL-INFO from DB0SDX by Lothar, DL1SBF (www.qslinfo.eu)(September 1st)

————————————————————————-

3Z0R via SP9SX HB0/DJ1AA/M via DJ1AA SI3A via SM3LIV & (L)

4U500M via UA3DX HF80WIELUN via SP7KED SP4WOJTEK via SQ4AVD

5B4ALX via IZ4AMS & (L) IF9/IT9PPG via IT9PPG SP60DXC via SP7DQR

5H3DX via NK8O (d) IQ3GO via IV3AZV SP75WA via SP5WA

DL70AFUG via DM4EAX & (L) IQ9DE via IW9CTJ (d) SV5/DJ5MN via DJ5MN

EI0NMMI via EI6AL LX75V via LX1JH TM10SRY via F5KCC

EO28U via UR8US LZ304AE via LZ1KCP TM5MFL via F6KJX

ET3AA via N2OO & (L) MM2N via MM0GPZ & (L) YQ8T via YO8KGA

G1A via M0NKR & (L) OE3XMA via OE1DIA YR2019SIMPO via YO3KAA

GB100HAL via G0KUC OZ/DK1DU via DK1DU (d) YU73BFG via YU8A

HA01FF via (HA-B) S92HP via CT1ENW & (L) ZW5ARCCO via PY6TV (d)

(e) eQSL only (d) direct only (B) Bureau only (*-B) DX’s- Bureau

(O) OQRS only (C) ClubLog only (L) LoTW only (N) No QSL needed

(I) No IRC (P) PayPal (NB) No Bureau

LOGS ONLINE AT CLUBLOG.ORG THIS WEEK……

https://secure.clublog.org/logsearch/5K0K

https://secure.clublog.org/logsearch/9U3TMM

https://secure.clublog.org/logsearch/MS0INT

QSLS RECEIVED VIA LoTW: 8R1K, 9G2HO, A45XR, C6AGU, CX6VM , E6AC, FO/AI5P,

GB19RB, KH8C, MU0FAL, PJ9X, S92HP, TO5M and VE4GV

QSLS RECEIVED VIA MAIL: 1A0C, FH/UA4WHX, HK1NA (SA-082), JG7PSJ/7

(AS-206) and V31DL

QSLS RECEIVED VIA THE BUREAU: 7S2W, OH8X, and TM0CLNS

— We would like to see more QSL Bureaus (such as AS/US/SA/AF.. etc)

to send in their info….

SPECIAL EVENT (Highway to a DX Party!). The Citrus Belt Amateur Radio

Club of San Bernardino <w6jbt.org>, California, is once again hosting

(probably one of the most fun special event activities) the 20th annual

“Route 66 On The Air” special event between September 7-15th. The purpose

of this event is to offer amateur radio operators a fun way to “Relive

the Ride” of their own memories of Route 66, and to celebrate the highway’s

93rd anniversary. The U.S. Highway 66 established in 1926, was the first

major improved highway to link the west coast with the nation’s heartland.

Through stories, songs, and TV shows, the highway came to symbolize the

spirit of the freedom of the open road, inspiring many to see America.

Look for the following 20 stations (two are rovers) operating in or around

the major cities along the old “Route 66” from Santa Monica, California,

to Chicago, Illinois:

Stations City Clubs/Individuals

——– ——————– ————————-

W6A Santa Monica, CA Westside Amateur Radio Club

W6B Los Angeles, CA Westside Amateur Radio Club

W6C San Bernardino, CA Citrus Belt Amateur Radio Club

W6D Victorville, CA Victor Valley Amateur Radio Club

W6E Barstow, CA Barstow Amateur Radio Club

W6F Kingman, AZ K2 Amateur Radio Society

W6G Flagstaff, AZ Northern Arizona DX Association

W6H Albuquerque, NM Albuquerque DX Association

W6I Amarillo, TX Panhandle Amateur Radio Club

W6K Oklahoma City, OK W6K Oklahoma City

W6L Tulsa, OK Tulsa Amateur Radio Club

W6M Riverton, KS

W6N Joplin, MO Joplin Amateur Radio Club

W6O Lebanon, MO Lebanon Amateur Radio Club

W6P St. Louis, MO St. Louis Amateur Radio Club

W6Q Chicago, IL Six Meter Club of Chicago

W6R Springfield, MO Southwest Missouri Amateur RC

W6U Wilmington, IL Wilmington Area Amateur Radio Club

ROVER STATIONS

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W6S ROVER 1 Northern Arizona DX Association

W6T ROVER 2 Northern Arizona DX Association

Special event stations are expected to be found in the vicinity of the

following frequencies. (Look for digital modes in the standard band segments

for such mode) All frequencies +/- QRM:

CW – 3533, 7033, 10110, 14033, 18080, 21033, 24900, 28033 and 50033 kHz

SSB – 3866, 7266, 14266, 18164, 21366, 24966, 28466 and 50166 kHz

Digi – 3573, 7074, 10136, 14074, 18100, 21074, 24915 and 28074 kHz

R66 MOBILE Operations – Any amateurs operating while actually driving

along Route 66 during the special event period are encouraged to

take part in “Route 66 On The Air”, by using the designation

“mobile 66” for SSB or “/m66” for CW after their callsigns. All

other amateur radio operators are welcome to contact these mobile

operators. NOTE: ONLY W6S AND W6T ARE ONLY THE OFFICIAL EVENT

ROVER/MOBILE STATIONS AND WILL BE ENDORSED ON THE EVENT CERTIFICATE.

REPEATERS – Some of the participating clubs will also be operating this

event from their local VHF/UHF repeaters. Check the ARRL repeater

guide for possible repeater frequencies, if you’re in the local

area.

Each participating club will issue their own QSL card commemorating

this event. QSL information is available on the Web at:

http://w6jbt.org/?page_id=27

For more details about the event and the certificate that is available,

please visit the “Route 66 OTA Site” at: http://w6jbt.org

http://w6jbt.org/?page_id=23

T8, PALAU (Reminder). Nobuaki, JA0JHQ, will once again be active as T88PB

from the VIP-Guest Hotel in Koror City, Palau, between September 6-9th.

Activity will be on 160-6 meters using CW and 6m FT8. His equipment is

an IC-7300 w/TL933 amp (about 500w) into a 3 element Yagi and DP antennas.

QSL via LoTW (preferred) or direct to his home callsign. For more details

and updates, see his Web page at: http://pandasan.jimdo.com

TK, CORSICA. Arnoud, PE2USA, will be active as TK/PE2USA from two different

locations in Corsica during the month of September. Between September 2-9th,

he will be in WW. Loc. JN42ON (close to Ravin de Stipidi), and between

September 9-14th, he will be in WW. Loc. JN41KR (north of Punta Vaccaja).

No other details were provided. QSL will be confirm via eQSL.

TT8, CHAD. Jean Louis, ZS6AAG, is now active as TT8JLH from N’Djamena.

He is there working for the Médecins Sans Frontières [MSF](Doctors With-

out Borders), and the length of his stay is unknown. Activity has been

on 20 meters SSB. QSL via his home callsign and eQSL.

V2, ANTIGUA (Reminder). Bud, AA3B, will once again be active as V26K from

Antigua (NA-100) between September 8-20th. Activity will be sporadic

because he is doing maintenance on the station but will be primarily CW

on various HF bands. QSL via LoTW or via AA3B, direct or by the Bureau.

An OQRS will be available via ClubLog.

V3, BELIZE. Vernon, NN5E, will be active as V31CC between October 5-12th.

Activity will probably be on 80-10 meters using CW, SSB, RTTY and FT8.

QSL via his home callsign, direct, by the Bureau or LoTW.

V4, ST. KITTS AND NEVIS. Felipe, NP4Z, will once again be active as V43Z

from Saint Kitts Island (NA-104) during the CQ WW DX SSB Contest (October

26-27th) as a Single-Op/All-Band entry. QSL via N4AO.

ZK3A TOKELAU ISLANDS DXPEDITION NEWS (Update). The following was reported

on August 29th, on the ZK3A Web page (https://tokelau2019.com) and Twitter

(https://twitter.com/ZK3A_2019) [edited]: The ZK3A team will be on all 3

of the Islands in Tokelau (Fakaofo, Nukunonu & Atafu).

* The Amateur Radio Club in Tokelau will have callsigns for each of these

islands, ZK3RF, ZK3RN & ZK3RA.

* Each club stations utilize electricity from the islands solar panels.

* The ZK3A team will be donating to all 3 islands the following.

TS-590S, Dipole for 40m & 20m, A3S and a 800w Linear Amplifier.

* In addition the team has shipped 3 x 6 KVA generators to be used

during our activation. At the end of our time on the island, we

will be donating these generators to each of the Tokelau Islands.

* Total donation from our team is around $ 8,000 USD.

ADDED NOTES: The ZK3A Tokelau Island DXpedition is conducting a survey

on what bands and modes are needed for this operation. Give them your

input at: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/ZK3A

Also, it has been reported: A free of charge certificate issued in

electronic format will be available for working ZK3A on 3 different

bands regardless of mode, or on 3 different modes regardless of band

send your application to: uz1rr at ukr.net

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andreaheartscats · 4 months

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Sal Fisher x Reader

angst plus short

the two of you were just chilling in thr park on a random bench. It was dark, about 10pm and the streets were rather silent. There werent many people here in Nockfell anyway.

You could say that the two of you were just deep in your feelings right now. Things werent so great but you had eachother.

He felt safe with you, so you usually have deep talks and talk about everything going on. He loves to listen to you and your problems. As much as you do too while he talks.

But right now, you were just sitting there.. in complet comfortable silenc while smoking. It felt rather nice to be with him. You felt like he could understand you the best,

I mean after everything he has been through and is still going through, youre not suprised.

He wont admit it but from the corner of his mask he has been looking at you alsmost the whole time. He was lucky it was dark or otherwise you would notice him staring.

He was analyzed your whole face. Hoe your eye lids layed low, and your eyebags were noticeable. It was the lowest point of your life you could say but to him you were still as beautiful as ever.

You two alwalys had eachother at your lowest point of life.

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andreaheartscats · 4 months

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Larry Johnson headcanons

angst & fluff

tw: mention of sh

-> Larry doesn't really know how to take care of his long hair, which leads to you two being on call/facetime every time he has to wash his hair. He is just hovering over the bathtub with his half wet hair yelling " Okay soo, what now?!"

-> He alwaya wears his emo bracelets and you neeeever see him without them. That's cause he used to selfharm, thankfully he got better once you came into his life and made him happy and made him feel like his life had a meaning. He wears them cause he is ashamed you would judge him for his scars. Little does he know, once you found out you were the most supportive person ever. At that moment he could've sworn he fell inlove with you even more.

-> Whenever he sees that you are feeling down or sad in school, during lunch he would sit next to you and share his headphones with you to lift your spirit up a little. Plus he knows how you hate loud nosises in the cafeteria so sometimes he would give you both of his headphones and let you listen to his music while you eat lunch together.

-> You almost never EVER see him cry, but once you did and it was not pretty. Larry likes tl act like he doesn't care about his dad whom left him, but very deep down he is so hurt by it and sometimes the emotions get the best of him and then he cries. This time he was in the treehouse, not expecting anyone but then you suddenly popped up. He tried to hide it from you but he couldn't, you comforted him and for the first time he let all of his emotions out infront of you. You were glad that he finally opend up but still hated seeing him like this.

-> Larry really loves rooftop dates, like it's his favorite thing in the whole world (after you, of course). He loves laying on the rooftop with you next to him and looking at the sky during the night. But the thing is that he is actually looking at you. He may seem like a rockstar angry type of guy on the outside but he is really emotional and nice deep down when he is with the right person.

-> Sometimes when Larry gets lonely or sad, he just plays his electric guitar. Yes he has you and Sal, Ash, Todd, Chuck...etc. But sometimes he still feels lonely cause everyone has their own work to do sometimes. So he just plays his guitar, it doesn't have to be metal alwalys. Sometimes it can be something softer or honestly anything just so he can focus on something besides being alone.

(sorry not sorry)

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klbwriting · 7 months

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Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 5: Dear Friend

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence, blood, stitches

Summary: Jason tries to take on more guys than he can handle and ends up bloody at YN's work

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. -Sonnet 30

Turns out five mobsters with pipes, was too many to beat up, even when you were once Robin. Jason hadn't gotten beat like this since he died and he was lucky they thought he was dead or he may have been back in the ground again, and he was pretty sure Dick wasn't going to pull him after these antics. He was supposed to be at home this Friday night while Dick attended some policeman's gala with Barbara, but no. Jason had decided to head to Crime Alley, see if he could help anyone. He didn't want to protect all of Gotham this time around, he wasn't fooled by Bruce's lofty promises of making a difference in this city, but he wanted to help this little piece of it, a piece that even Batman seemed to have forgotten. That was how he found himself facing down five of Sal Maroni's biggest minions.

They had been finishing taking protection money from a bodega down the street from his old apartment, leaving the shop with the bag full of money like they were in a 1950's mob movie when Jason had dropped in front of them, masked up and ready to fight. He got several good shots in on the large men, taking two of them down with broken femurs, but then one got behind him and walloped him in the shoulder blades with the pipe, then another got him in the face, cracking the mask and lacerating his cheek pretty bad. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as the third one still standing cracked the back of his head, taking him down to the ground. He wanted to get up, but flashbacks of getting up and then being beaten back down with a crowbar came to mind and he felt a panic attack coming on. The mobsters apparently thought it was the breathing of a dying man and took their injured buddies and ran. Jason lay on the street, hyperventilating, trying to bring himself out of his panicked stupor, for almost an hour. He stood, discarding the broken mask in a random dumpster before limping off, trying to figure out a place to go.

Turns out he would be found before he could think of someplace. He didn't even realize he was walking past Big Belly Burger until the door opened and he heard the most angelic sound in the history of the earth.

"Jason?" YN said from the doorway of the dimmed restaurant. He turned, looking at her with glassy eyes. He saw her eyes get wide and her mouth fell open in shock at what was probably a horrifying appearance. He knew his cheek was still leaking blood, probably needed stitches, and his head was killing him. Despite him looking like the last person you would want to invite into a place that served food YN came over, grabbing him under the arm and helping him inside. Once she had him seat at one of the tables she locked the doors again, and lowered the blinds for good measure. "Wait here, we have first aid supplies in the back." He watched her hurry off and managed to get half his mouth up in a pained smile. She was helping him again, God she was so nice.

"Thank you..." he managed out when she got back with a full tackle box of medical supplies. The voice sounded watery and the terrified look on her face tol him his mouth was probably leaking blood. She took a breath and got out some disinfectant and a needle and thread.

"Don't talk, I'm going to need to stitch your cheek, but honestly I have no idea how so this is going to be a huge botch and it will scar, is that ok with you?" she asked. Jason didn't see how he had any other choice, and honestly, he kind of missed having some scars. He nodded. "Do you need something to bite down on or anything?" He chuckled and winced. She wasn't taking a limb, but he appreciated her concerned none the less.

"Just do it," he said softly. She gave him a look that said 'I told you to shut up', before starting to sew him back together. It took a long time and he spent it watching her face. Her eyes concentrated, she was taking deep breaths in between humming various songs that he couldn't identify. He could see the storm behind the calm in her eyes, she was hanging on by a thread at the moment, hoping she wasn't fucking his face up for life. When she finally finished she put the extra thread and the needle down on the table and Jason saw tears start streaming from her eyes as she looked at her bloodied hands.

"I should get you cleaned up..." she said softly, ignoring the torrent running down her face as she helped him stand and walk to the small bathroom. She found some paper towels, wetting them and gently wiping at the blood drying on his face, making sure not to tear the fresh stitches. Then she looked at her hands, and his. Jason saw her hands shaking, all the worry and fear that came with someone showing up at your door bloody crashing down on her. He gently took her hands and washed them for her, getting every smear of blood off of them before he washed his own. He looked in the mirror then, finally seeing how bad the cut was. It was from the middle of his cheek all the way past the top of his ear, almost to the back of his head. He caught sight of YN behind him, looking at him in the mirror. He turned, not sure how else to express his thanks, so he hugged her, making sure his new wound was away from her face. She hugged him back, clinging to him.

"I'm sorry I scared you," he whispered, being very careful move his mouth only a little. She nodded into his chest. "Do you happen to have pain pills in that med kit?"

"Ya, come on, I should probably watch you for a couple hours too, make sure you don't fall asleep with that concussion," she said softly. Jason shook his head. "What isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

"No, if someone gets a concussion they can sleep, you just need to wake them up every so often, make sure they can answer questions," he said. She nodded as they sat down in a booth, him leaning his head against a pillar as she got him some pills and water. He took them, hoping the pain would ease soon, it was pounding in his head and face.

"Alright, so let me ask some questions then," she said, eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded, fair enough she would want to know why he had shown up bloody as fuck at her work when he lived all the way across the river. "What is your full name?"

"Jason Peter Todd," he answered easily. She nodded.

"Whens your birthday?"

"August 16th," he answered, then made a face. Was that still his birthday? Technically he had been pulled out of the pit, alive on June 12th, so what August still it? She made a face at him.

"Should we got to a hospital? Did you forget your birthday?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No, no, just realized that this year no one actually said happy birthday to me, wondering if it still counts," he said. Dick had forgotten until a week later. Jason did have to say, at least Alfred always had a cake for him to eat for breakfast on his birthday, he missed those cakes. He must have looked sad because he felt a hand on his.

"Why are you in Crime Alley again?" she asked. He sighed, she really just did not believe that he had lived here.

"For the third time, I lived here until I was 10, then I was adopted by a rich guy who had a penchant for charity cases," he explained. She asked what happened to his parents and he sighed. "My dad disappeared, could be dead for all I know, and probably is. He owed a lot of people money. And my mom was an addict, she OD'd and then I was on the street for a bit before my adoptive father found me."

"Do you live in Bludhaven with him?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No, we had a falling out last year, so I moved in with my older brother, his other adopted son," he said. She frowned. "What?"

"Are you Bruce Wayne's kid?" she asked. He sighed and nodded. "I can understand you falling out with him. He came to Gotham Academy once for a fundraiser thing and he was so rude, flashing cash everywhere, making a big scene and getting trashed. You are probably better off with your brother." Jason chuckled. Bruce had probably needed a cover story that night to explain where he was while Batman was out doing something. Dick had probably been in the suit that night. "Ok, so you grew up here, prove it, tell me something about Crime Alley only we locals know." Jason wracked his brain and then pulled out a memory he thought he had long wiped clean from his mind.

"The playground," he said. Her eyebrows rose at this statement. "The playground in the basement of the old mattress store. No one know who decided to put a playground down there, but I used to go there all the time as a kid when my mom was zoned out and my dad was off gambling. We all kept it secret from outsiders so that the cops wouldn't come and tear it down." She nodded.

"Ok, maybe you did grow up here," she said. "Where was that?" He wanted to say 'in your building' but she didn't know he had followed her home like an absolute creep that night so he told her where the address was, pretending to be surprised when she told him she lived there now. "So how did you end up with the bloody face?"

"I am trying to help out, I saw some of Sal Maroni's guys terrorizing a bodega, thought I could take'em, make'em give the money back to the owner," he said. She froze for just a moment and he thought maybe she knew the antics of those gangsters. "I just want this place to be safer for you." He didn't realize that was truly what was at the heart of this whole thing. Ever since he met her he had wanted to protect her, make sure she was safe no matter where she was.

"Jason, don't go getting yourself killed just to try and protect me," she whispered. He looked at her. He would die a thousand times to protect her. He gently took her hand and squeezed it. "Here, I really need to clean up this place and get home, give me your number, let's meet at the playground, run some lines or something, I'm sure you need help being a tortured Prince." Jason chuckled, she was wrong about that, he had no trouble being insane and seeing ghosts, was kind of his MO at this point, but they exchanged numbers and he helped her clean up the place, disinfecting everything before he went back home.

Dick had been pissed but Jason had lied and said the cut was from a fight at school, some jocks jumping him on his way home. He said he did the stitching himself, even though his stitches would have been perfect, he still got away with it saying he couldn't really remember how to do it right after the pit. Turns out being dead for awhile is a great excuse. Dick didn't quite believe him but just sent him to bed. When he got up to the loft and checked his phone there was already a text from YN.

Playground, Sunday, 8pm, I want to check your stitches, bring Hamlet and a skull

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #notromeo

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klbwriting · 7 months

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Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 10: Never Did Run Smooth

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: YN comes to see Jason, he tells her the truth

The course of true love never did run smooth

— A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM, ACT 1 SCENE 1

“What are you doing here?” Jackson demanded as he approached YN. She stood up from the bench, fists clenching as the three seniors surrounded her. Jason walked up quietly, listening to the conversation.

“I’m here to see someone,” she said. She noticed Jason but kept her attention on the others, her fists relaxing. She had no reason to fear Jason and she knew that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her.

“Who are you seeing?” Matt asked. Chelsea took a step closer to her, making YN roll her eyes.

“None of your business,” she said. “Now please, can I just wait in peace?” Chelsea glared.

“Watch your tone here bitch, you’re not in Gotham anymore,” she said.

“Clearly, I’m in Bludhaven home of mediocre John Hughes movie,” YN said. Chelsea looked confused. “Lord, just leave me alone…” Chelsea shoved her hard enough to have her sit back on the bench. Her hand moved to slap YN, but Jason caught her arm, sliding himself between the seniors and YN, who stood up behind him.

“Hands off,” Jason said. He reached back, taking YN’s hand. Once he saw no one moving back towards her he looked over. “You want to go somewhere else?” She nodded. Chelsea glared.

“Is this the girlfriend Jason?” she asked, saying girlfriend like it had a nasty taste. He held up YN’s hand. “Gross, traitor.” Jason sighed.

“It's high school theater Chelsea, not tsarist Russia,” YN said. “In another year no one here will care that you ever went to this school or did a shitty job playing Ophelia.” The seniors looked scandalized as Jason gently YN and they started walking towards the outdoor lunch area.

“She looked like her head might explode,” Jason said with a laugh. He looked down at YN, seeing a tight smile on her face. “My brother blocked your number.”

“I figured something like that, didn’t think you were the type to just disappear,” she said. He set down his bag on a bench by small rose garden that surrounded the lunch tables. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure why he hates me, but I’m sorry about it. I mean I didn’t ask to be born poor…”

“Its not because you’re poor,” Jason said softly. He didn’t know how to tell her about her father. How do you break that kind of news to someone? ‘O ya, your dad is a crime lord and my brother things you’ll become one to, so I’m not allowed to date you because my dad once had a hard on for Catwoman…o did I mention he was Batman?’ Ya, that would go over well.

“Then why doesn’t he want us to see each other?” she asked. He looked down, not sure what to say. “Please tell me, I miss you, you honestly are my best friend Jason and I thought, well, even if that’s all we are I just want my friend back.” The look in her eyes and the break in her voice pushed him over the edge.

“He found out who your father is,” Jason said. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, that was clearly not the answer she was expecting. Jason slid an arm around the back of the bench, and she automatically leaned towards him, staring at him. He wished he could look into her eyes forever. “Your father is Sal Maroni, the crime lord, Dick used his connections to find out about that and…” he really didn’t know how to continue.

“Tell me,” she said, voice barely audible. She had tears threatening to spill over now and she had started gripping his hand hard, needing to ground herself into the moment.

“According to Dick’s sources Sal thinks you might be his best bet on a successor to his business. I guess he’s the one paying for your school and your apartment, and when you graduate, he’s going to offer to pay for your mother’s treatment in exchange for you joining his ‘family’” he said. He winced a little at how hard she was squeezing his hand. The tears that had been forming were now spilling from her eyes. “Dick seems to think…”

“That I’ll go become some underworld crime boss to try and save my mom’s life?’ she asked, voice now full of barely contained rage. Jason nodded. “What do you think?”

“I think you would never do anything like that, I think that you’re a good person and you love your mom, but you would never run off to become some kind of gang leader,” he said. YN nodded.

“You would be right; I love my mom. Which is why I would rather stab Maroni in the testicles than join him. How dare that fucking asshole decide that my mom’s life is only worth something if he can use it to get something out of me. How fucking dare he think that I would ever…” she was fuming, standing now and pacing the grass. Jason stood also, watching. “And your brother…how did he find out about this?”

“He’s Dick I honestly don’t know how he finds out anything…”

“He’s a dick alright, judging me by my parent’s. If I did that with you, I’d think you were just some drunk drug addict, or some playboy depending on which parents I wanted to go with, but no, I don’t look at you and think like that, I just think I love you…” she rambled before biting her lip and looking down. Jason felt his heart stop.

“You love…me?” he asked, words almost failing him. How could she possibly love him? How did anyone love him? Jason had never been good with self-esteem, not when he was a little kid who wasn’t worth enough to his mother to get clean, when he lived with Bruce and never seemed to live up to the standard that Dick set, and not with Dick where he couldn’t seem to do anything right, how could he ever be worthy of love? YN looked at him like he was insane.

“Of course, I love you,” she said as if it were fact, a small smile on her face. When he was quiet a moment too long her face began to change, her smile fell, and she looked worried. Jason wanted her to smile again but his mouth was dry, and he couldn’t seem to find words, so he stepped towards her, gently taking her face in his hands and he kissed her. She answered eagerly, hands finding purchase on his chest and Jason suddenly felt at peace. He’d never felt this way before, even when he died he could only remember chaos, but this, her lips on his, hands gripping his uniform shirt, his hands feeling the warmth of her skin, this was peace, this was heaven, this was what being alive was about. When they parted he wanted to immediately kiss her again, feel that peace and that happiness. He took a deep breath, leaning his forehead to hers.

“I love you YN,” he whispered. He hugged her close, just holding her for a while. “I’m going to get a phone on the way home, one my brother won’t know about, I’m sorry that I didn’t get one sooner.” She just nodded into his chest, head sitting right over his heart. “Let me take you home.” She nodded, taking his hand as they walked towards where he parked his bike.

Jason woke up, groaning as he looked at the phone Dick had bought him. It was only 4AM, why did he have so many messages? He opened them, frowning several of the other theater kids were asking about him and YN and what was up with her dad. His heart dropped as he clicked the link one of them sent. It opened to a Gotham news article, a video playing that clearly showed him and YN talking on the bench. It was their whole conversation and the kiss, the article talking at length about him being the missing son of Bruce Wayne and YN being the illegimate daughter of Sal Maroni. Jason felt his world spinning. Not only was Bruce going to definitely know he was alive now but everyone would know about YN, including several people who would very much so like a conversation with her. He reached under his mattress for the burner phone he had bought, finding several missed calls from YN. He called back.

“Jason?” he heard, her words slurred.

“YN? I’m coming right now,” he said, already up and getting dressed.

“I don’t want anyone to hurt my mom…” she said, clearly still sobbing.

“No one is going to hurt her or you, I’m coming to get you, I don’t care what Dick says I will bring you both here and we will figure something out,” he said, getting on his bike. “Give me five minutes, I’ll be there.” He hung up and took off. The streets of Gotham were nearly empty this early in the morning and it did only take him five minutes to pull up to her apartment. He ran up the stairs two at a time, but froze when he saw the door standing open, hanging by one hinge. He stepped inside the apartment where her mother was lying on the floor, panting.

“Are you hurt?” Jason asked, kneeling by her, helping her to stand slowly. She shook her head.

“Someone took her,” she said. Jason nodded, swallowing hard. He needed to stay calm. He got her mother back to bed, calling the emergency nurse they had to come see to her. Then he started searching. The living room looked like there had been a struggle, furniture out of place, the coffee table in pieces, her phone smashed on the floor. Then he saw the note lying nicely on the kitchen table. He walked over, careful not to touch it. He felt a surge of rage go through him.

Maroni, she’s at dock 15, bring the evidence and 50k, Falcone

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 9 - Seen What Was To Pass

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: YN gets into Maroni's office and finds out more than she bargained for

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @amberpanda99

I should have seen what came to pass I should have known to watch my ass - The Producers

Dick, Jason, Barbara, and YN spent the weekend coming up with a plan for the aftermath of taking Maroni’s data. They would obviously take it to the cops but there was the overarching problem of how Batman would react. Jason had promised not to kill Maroni unless he threatened YN, then he was dead. YN wondered if that should scare her, but instead she felt protected, safe. Jason wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her, ever, and she loved him for that. They finally just conceded that they would let the cops handle it and if Batman came knocking, they would worry about that when it happened.

On Monday evening YN got herself ready, Jason waiting to drive her over to the Maroni building in New Gotham. He paced the front entrance, not really wanting her to do this. It was dangerous, and he couldn’t just fly in as Red Hood to protect her. He needed to drop her off and let Dick handle anything that went wrong, but he hated that. Dick didn’t care about YN like he did, what if he chose the data over her life? He felt her hand on his arm, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Are you ok?” she asked. He looked at her and nodded. “You’re lying, but you know that this will work, everything will be fine.” She smiled at him, and he took a breath to calm himself.

“Come on, let’s get this over with,” he said, taking her hand. He drove her to the Maroni headquarters, an unassuming three-story apartment building, and she walked in like she owned the place. Which, considering who her father was, she almost did. Jason pulled the car around to a back alley, waiting for her to come out.

YN headed towards her father’s office. She knocked, knowing that if she just entered it would be suspicious, so she knocked and waited. Sal opened the door and got his sleezy smile that he always did when he saw her, like he knew something she didn’t. He moved so she could enter the room, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. She sat down and he sat on his desk in front of her, crowding her a little bit, just enough that it was obviously uncomfortable for her.

“What brings you to my office little one?” he asked as if she were still a child and not in college. She smiled at him, trying to force herself to be at ease.

“I actually wanted to ask you about my mother,” she said. This was clearly not what he expected. Just for a few moments his smile fell, and he looked genuinely heartbroken, but then he masked it, the smile pinched now. “Just, I know you were married when you met her, why would you pursue her if you weren’t able to be there for her?”

“Did she ever tell you anything about me? About how we met?” he asked. She shook her head. In truth this was something she was curious about, something she had been avoiding asking about, afraid of what the answer might be. “Your mother was a singer at one of my clubs and she had the voice of, not an angel, something better. Probably where you get that entertainment talent you have from. I found myself going to see her perform every night, pretending to be someone else. She didn’t know my real name for a long time, I finally had to tell her because my wife found out about my dalliance. By then I guess you were already made, still cooking so to speak, but it didn’t matter. Your mother was the star of the show, she wasn’t going to be letting me make her into a secondary character in my life, so she told me to take a hike and never talk to her again. So, I did. Then I found out about you and well, she may hate me, but you were what she loved, so she let me help pay for your schooling at least. Wanted you to have a good life, something I ruined for her.”

“I know, I was the reason she couldn’t make it big, can’t cart a toddler around to auditions,” YN said. She would never stop feeling guilty about that. Sal shook his head.

“Nah, little one, you were her greatest joy. She only talked to me once after I started paying for you and she told me that no stage could compare to being your mom,” he said. For a moment YN actually felt something like kinship for Sal, wondering what else he could tell her about her mom from before she was born. It was clear that she had been special to him, not some fling, not a mistake. The only mistake was her. She looked up when a call came in for him, probably Dick with the distraction. He answered, said a few hushed words and then stood.

“Do you need me to leave?” she asked. He looked at her for a moment before shaking his head.

“No little one, I’ll be back in a few minutes, we can continue this talk,” he said. He patted her head before heading out of the room. YN stood to begin her action. She went to the computer, inserting the drive from Barbara. It broke through the local firewalls and passwords and started downloading everything on his hard drive. While that worked YN looked for the harmless evidence that she could appear to be trying to steal, something to make him think she was clumsy. She opened a desk drawer and found a ledger, grabbing it, and then removing the drive from the computer. She shoved it into her inner jacket pocket, turning off the computer and riffling through the desk more.

The door opened and Sal came in, seeing her in the desk. He glared and stomped over to her, grabbing her arm and yanking the ledger from her grip. He tossed her towards the door, causing her to tumble. She made sure the drive was still in her pocket before she stood again to face him.

“Did you think you would get one over on me? Maybe give this ledger to your little boyfriend Red Hood? Or should I call him Jason, what do you call him?” he asked. YN’s breath left her lungs and she stared. That was definitely not part of the plan.

“Wha…what?” she stammered. He smirked, face full of malice now.

“You’re not the only one with masked friends and that Jason really pissed someone off,” he said. “Now, I’m going to let you go, considering I have what you were stealing, and you are still my daughter, maybe you’ll come around someday, but tell your boyfriend that if he ever wants a meeting, he can have one, I would love to see how his head looks on my mantle.”

YN walked from the room quickly, getting to the back alley that Jason was waiting in. She looked at him, face white.

“What happened?” he asked. “We had comms until you went into the office, then you were gone.” She shook her head.

“He knows…he knows who you are…Red Hood and me and you…” she said, brain scrambling to figure out how he found out. “He said he had masked friends too. That might have been a lie…he might know because of me…” She looked at him again and saw him staring straight ahead, face blank. “Jason?” He started driving. “I’m sorry, if I did this, I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t do this,” he said, voice barely audible. “You get what we came for?” He was all business, he needed to be, or else he was going to drive right to Wayne manor and pop Bruce full of bullets. He pushed that traitorous scumbag to the back of his mind. Right now, he needed to get YN home, find out what information was on this drive, get it to the police, and then he was going to reload his guns.

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 10 - Empty Chairs

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence

Summary: YN takes care of Maroni, Jason and Dick confront Bruce

Notes: sorry it took forever, its been a rough week! There is one more chapter after this so I hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @amberpanda99

There's a grief that can't be spoken There's a pain goes on and on Empty chairs at empty tables Les Mis

Jason and Dick had gone out to confront Bruce. YN had said she would send the proof of Sal Maroni’s new drug and its effects to the GCPD, and she would, just after she did what needed done. Jason was so laser focused on Bruce’s betrayal that he wasn’t thinking about the fact that sending Maroni alive to the cops would probably make him talk, tell them he knew who Red Hood was, then word would spread and soon everyone would know. YN wouldn’t let that happen. She would protect Jason as much as she could. She couldn’t do anything if Two Face or Joker found out about him, but Maroni she could.

She steeled herself for the work that needed done, arriving to the alley entrance to the headquarters. She had worked there enough to know the back ways around the place, and she had been with Jason long enough to know how to spot the cameras and how to avoid them. She knew that if you entered Maroni’s office from a secret side door that the camera in the room wouldn’t activate. That camera was only for blackmail material, and the only people he would blackmail came through the front door. YN slinked to the desk chair and waited.

It didn’t take long, she had made sure that someone had seen her sneaking the back halls, paying him a hefty amount to tell no one but her father she was there, ever, so she wasn’t surprised when Maroni came into the office from the side entrance. He was irate, face already a deep shade of red as he approached his desk.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he demanded. “You have a lot of nerve coming back here after you took my data. You’re lucky I don’t have three guys in here popping you full of lead.” YN actually smiled a little, standing from the chair. She held up the revolver she had brought, aiming for his head.

“Yes, well, maybe you should have brought them,” she said. That had been the only real risk, that he wouldn’t come alone. She had banked on the fact that he saw her as weak, as a child who didn’t know how to take care of herself, who needed to sleep with a vigilante to be safe, and she was glad her gamble worked out. Maroni looked surprised to see the gun, but then he chuckled. “O, feeling tough now, are you?” he asked, moving around her to a bust by the window. He flipped it open and pressed a button. Nothing happened. He pressed it again.

“Sorry Sal, I cut the power to your little alarms,” she said. “You left me alone here too much, well, you left me alone my entire life so…” she shrugged, nodding to the desk chair. “There’s a needle with your drug in the drawer, inject yourself.”

“You’re nuts, I’m not doing that,” he said. He did sit at the desk and open the drawer though. He took out the needle and looked at it. “I don’t use my own supply, bad for business.”

“Well, curiosity is going to get the better of you this time. You’ll inject yourself and by the times the cops get here and see what you’ve done they’ll never believe you when you spout off about who Red Hood is. They’ll just think you’re hopped up on something,” she said. “Either that or you’ll be dead, shot with the very same gun you hide in that desk.” She held the gun into the light more so he could see that it was in fact his. “Up to you honestly. Get a little high before the cops bust down the door or be dead when they do it, which one?” She could see she was winning; Maroni was panicking. He looked from the gun to the needle and then finally to her eyes. Whatever he saw there must have terrified him because he picked up the needle and injected himself.

“You know, every day you were coming in here I was thinking how much you looked like your mother. But right now…right now you look like me. A killer, ruthless, heartless,” he said, sitting back. She could see the effects of the drug starting to wear him down, making him almost sleepy. She walked over and put the gun to his head.

“Your right dad, I am ruthless, I am heartless, and now, because of you, I have to be a killer. No one will ever hurt Jason again, least of all a lowlife fucking deadbeat like you,” she said softly before she pulled the trigger. She quickly placed the gun in his hand and bolted out the side door, rushing down the back halls of the building until she got to the ground floor. She ducked into the lab, finding the incinerator they normally used for burning toxic materials and grabbed the bag she had hidden there. She got changed and burned the bag with the old clothes. She checked herself again for blood before she left the facility out the alley door, driving back to the apartment and sending the data to the cops just as Dick and Jason had asked.

Since YN couldn’t be in the musical but was doing such a big part of the lifting with heading the music development for it the director arranged for her to have a small showcase after dress rehearsal. Everyone involved in the show would be there to celebrate her talents and she could invite anyone she wanted. She only really had two people to invite so she was pleased to see Dick and Barbara in the audience next to Jason.

She had already been in bed when Jason and Dick had returned home the night before from confronting Bruce and Jason had not been in the mood to talk about it that day. She had asked Dick about it, but he said it was something that Jason would have to tell her about. He needed time to process everything and once he was ready, they would all talk. She had been a little surprised that he had even gone to dress rehearsal, that he wasn’t burning rubber to get out of Gotham and hide, but the fact that he was there, having preformed amazingly at rehearsal and now was sitting there, focusing on her, made her so proud of him. He was such a good man and she hoped one day he would see that also.

“Hey everyone, um, thanks for coming to this, I know you’ve all been working hard on the show so the fact that you are taking this time to watch me is humbling, thank you,” she started before motioning for someone to join her on stage. “So, I have a few songs to play, all covers, I couldn’t write anything new while doing the music supervision, so I hope you don’t mind. The first song is with our very own Andre, Callum Bloom, and we will be preforming Exile by Taylor Swift and Bon Iver.”

Jason heard the song start, had heard her singing it to herself while she was preparing for this show. The first few lines were fine, Callum was fine, then the bridge hit and for some reason it sent Jason back to the night before, back to confronting Bruce in the manor. It had been the most emotional Jason had ever felt.

I think I’ve seen this film before And I didn’t like the ending You’re not my homeland anymore So who am I defending now? You were my town Now I’m in exile seeing you out I think I’ve seen this film before

“What are you doing here Jason?” Bruce asked as Dick stood off to the side. He was there to support Jason, but he knew that his brother wanted to do this on his own. He wasn’t the child Bruce knew anymore and he wanted to prover that.

“Sal Maroni? Ring a bell?” Jason asked. Bruce looked confused, looking to Dick, who just shook his head, nodding back to Jason.

“What are you talking about Jason?” he asked.

“You sold me out to Sal Maroni!” the younger man bellowed. Bruce stared. “He knows who I am, and he said I wasn’t the only who knew masks in this town. Well, the only person who knows Red Hood’s identity is you and Dick and I know he wouldn’t betray me like that. And up until last night I didn’t think you would either.” Bruce stood silent, staring at the person who once was his son. Jason stared right back at the man who he used to think of as a father. He realized now that Bruce had never been his father, his drill instructor, his warden, his creator maybe, but not his father. Dick had been more of a father to him in the last year and a half then Bruce ever had. This betrayal was just the nail in the coffin of his childhood and Jason was about tired of being in coffins.

“I did not do anything like that. I would never, not even after everything you did, I would never do that…”

“You’re right, he wouldn’t. But I would,” said another voice. They turned to the entrance of the room to see Tim Drake. He stood tall, looking arrogant, righteous in the firelight. Bruce’s jaw went slack as Jason’s eyes narrowed.

I can see you staring honey Like he’s just your understudy Like you’d get your knuckles blood for me Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancing on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

“Tim?” Bruce finally said, voice barely a whisper. Tim walked further into the room, sitting in one of the plush armchairs like he was the master of the house. He sat straight, eyes like a shark’s.

“We know all the criminals in this city. You said so yourself, criminals don’t get to hide behind masks and alter egos. The cops should know them, they should know each other, everyone should know them. Red Hood is a murderer, he is a criminal. You were too blinded by nostalgia to see that so I did what you couldn’t. Maroni was looking for information on him, so I gave it to him,” Tim explained. Bruce stared at him, and Jason could see him finally realize what he had created.

“Tim, Jason is family…” Bruce began.

“Jason Todd is a murderer, Bruce. And you said so yourself, killing is never the answer, no matter what happens. Joker killed Jason and he still walks this earth because you know the line, you drew it yourself. He walked past it and he no longer can be considered a hero, or even a vigilante, in this city. He is a killer,” Tim said. His voice never wavered. He wasn’t reconsidering his actions. He was right, Bruce was wrong. Bruce was going back on all his teachings and lessons to the boy, but Tim wasn’t going to falter in their black and white view of things. Bruce looked at Jason and then back at Tim.

“Did you tell anyone else?” Bruce asked.

“Not yet,” Time said. Bruce nodded. “If you would like to use it I have it all on the batcomputer, I can send it out to everyone whenever you’d like.” Bruce grabbed his phone.

“Alfred, wipe the batcomputer…yes, get rid of everything, including the backups. We’ve been compromised,” he said, voice breaking at the end there. He hung up and Tim stared, clearly confused. “I have failed all of you.”

So many signs, so many signs You didn’t even see the signs I think I’ve seen this film before So I’m leaving out the side door

Jason was pulled back to the auditorium when he heard applause. He clapped also, seeing YN looking right back at him. She smiled at him, and he forced a smile to his face as she continued her show. It was the final song, the one she hadn’t let him hear her rehearse.

“I know it’s corny to dedicate a song to someone you’re dating,” she said from the stage. “But I for one, love corny shit like that, so this one is for Jason, I love you and I always will. Now please enjoy my last song, One Bedroom by Yellowcard.” Jason actually did smile at this as she started playing the guitar and singing.

You’re the light from the moon tonight You’re the history I will write You’re the last stop and I arrive You’re the one for rest of time What good could I do in a life without you? What more could I lose than what I’ve found in you? The song was just fading out when Dick shook Jason’s arm and held out his phone. There was a police alert. Jason read the notification and then reread it.

Sal Maroni found dead from self-inflected gunshot wound in office

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Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader)

part 5

"I'm screaming like a kettle on a stove. You cranked the heat up,"

Y/n passed me the blunt that Larry had just lit. usually, I didn't smoke. but today, I decided different. "You're cute, sally. you never smoke with us."

Larry gagged. "Get a room. but yeah, the fuck is up with that?" Larry giggled like a little girl before wiggling his eyebrows at y/n, making her roll her eyes and push him.

I gave him a weird look. "I don't like the smell, or the taste, you know?" I looked around my room as I noticed my high had already hit me like a damn truck.

sal and I sat at the park behind his house. it was around midnight when we had decided to steal my mom's weed and get high for the first time together. neither of us had ever smoked anything before, so we didn't know what to expect.

"were going to smoke it, then go home, right?" sal asked, fiddling with his fingers. I held the tightly wrapped blunt between my fingers, proceeding to light it.

"yeah, I'm too nervous to stay out here and your bed is so comfy."

he laughed and took a small hit and inhaled before passing it back. he put his mask back down and started coughing up a storm.

"damn, ladies first, I guess." I said before taking my first hit. I had taken two hits before I looked up and my world was spinning. "woah, what the fuck?" I looked at sal and laughed.

we got up and continued smoking on our way home. a group of teens followed behind us, occasionally laughing extremely loud. my anxiety quickly went through the roof and I began to hold back tears. I didn't know why I was so anxious, but I was. I could barely breathe and all I could think about was the negative shit.

I looked at sal, who seemed more calm than usual during his high. "you okay?" he asked.

"uhm, I don't know. I don't feel good." I stuttered, rubbing the tears from my eyes.

"It's alright, we're almost back." sal sounded a little panicked by my response as he looked over at me once more.

we got back and laid in his bed, eating whatever food our fatasses could find, which was a big bag of chips, as we watched back to the future. whenever we had settled, I actually relaxed.

"is she over here trying to bang her own son?" sal mumbled, taking a swig of the mystery drink next to his bed. I never figured out what that was, and it was always next to his bed. and no, it wasn't for his eye. he threw his mask on the floor somewhere.

"have i ever told you how beautiful I think you are, sally face? you're my pretty princess!" I giggled, pinching his cheeks. I kissed his scarred cheek as he wrapped his arm around my waist. pretty bold for a 13 year old sal, if you ask me. "why do you think she's trying to bang him?"

"she's like, all over him. it's so weird. he's her son from the future, she's his mom from the past." he said in a higher pitched voice.

"I don't even understand nor remember the plot of this movie do I have no comment." I laughed.

I felt sal shrug. "I love this movie."

"i love you." I smiled up at him. I don't know why the fuck we were being so bold, but that was the night we started cuddling. God, I hate the word cuddling.

Y/n looked at me and gave me a smile that made my heart stop. God, I needed her so bad.

"dudes, I gotta take a shit." Larry grunted and stood up.

"wow, thanks for sharing with the class." I said sarcastically, making yn giggle.

Larry walked out of thebroom and y/n looked at me. our eyes locked and a weird tension filled the room. maybe the weed was mind fucking me, but I wanted to kiss her so bad. she broke eye contact for a second as she looked me up and down. I moved my hand to gently hold hers. my eyes flickered down to her lips then back into her eyes. she scooted closer, our knees touched. she reached up and unclasped the bottom strap of my mask. she lifted it up slowly to see my face, leaving it resting at my forehead with the top buckled. whenever she noticed the blush on my face, hers began to glow brighter. she glanced down at my lips. we sat like that for what felt like eternity before I bit the bullet. I placed my hands on either sides of her face and quickly pulled her in. I squeezed my eyes shut, worried about her reaction. our lips melted against one another's, and I felt a warm relief wash over me. I leaned in further, pressing our lips together harder. her hand gently ran down my neck and gripped the neckline of my hoodie. she pulled me closer to her.

she slowly pulled back, her eyes fixed on me. she had an expression that I couldn't read. she began to speak. "i-"

Larry burst into the room with a loud yawn and flopped onto his bed. "what's up?" he greeted us as i had just finished strapping my mask back on.

"Uh, hey." Y/n said awkwardly.

I waved, too nervous to talk. I wanted to know what y/n wanted to say.

"Did someone die? what happened, bro?"

"No, your shit smell wafted in here with you, so you might have a few deaths on your hands soon." y/n joked, going back to normal quicker than I could.

"Preach." I responded. She gave me a small, abnormal smile.

I fidgeting, spinning the thick black ring on my middle finger. Y/n rested her head back to look up at the ceiling and took my hand again, putting my mind at ease for the moment.

Larry began rambling about something, but I had zoned out, rubbing my thumb against the back of Y/ns hand. I reminisced the feeling of her lips on mine, closing my eyes to relive the moment. my body felt like I was floating. I took a drink of the flat diet mountain dew next to me.

the next couple of days were weird. no texts, calls, or even answering the door from y/n. I got nervous, thinking she probably hated me now for that obviously stupid mistake. I texted her, 'Everything okay?'

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