I’ve been reading ppl’s OC fanfics on here for inspo, and I was recently talking abt this on a stream and figured I’d write out the whole scene for some creative writing idk-
takes place between Vanessa and Penny, out on the balcony of a run down building the gang was taking refuge in while Annolita continues to search for them. (During a meteor shower hehehehehe)
(DOOMED STARCROSSED YEARNING LOVERS AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH)
The curtain is pulled aside as I walk onto the balcony, closing the glass door behind me. “Come on Pen, we’re securing the room, you can’t stay out here…” I say, voice gruff. I didn’t have time for her pouting. That was, until my eyes caught the lights up above the clouds, the beautiful green and blue lights that scattered like an aurora.. it nearly took my breath away, even if I would never admit it.
“Give it a moment.” I hear, startling me a little at how soft and genuine Pen sounds, even after our fight. So, I stay and watch. Watching how it shifted, from green, to blue, to pink.. “huh..” is all I can muster. It had been years since I had laid my eyes on something so beautiful. Internally though, I must admit..it would never compare to how happy she looked. I couldn’t help but watch her lips curl up in a gentle smile, how her war-torn eyes gazed up at the stars, and I nearly caught myself trying to touch her hair as a breeze ran through it so tenderly…
“Beautiful, right?” She teased, eyes finally finding mine. I could feel the world pause, even if just for a moment. Our moment. I watch as she shifts, giving me room to lean against the balcony next to her. Before I can think, my legs are pulling me closer, and I stand there with a tenseness I can’t explain. “I’ve seen the meteor shower every time..and it never gets old.” There. That’s what stabs me in the heart. That nostalgia. That wonder and awe that I’ve only ever prayed would be sent my way. “Yeah…it’s beautiful tonight.” I muster through my shaky throat, damning myself for showing how much it bothered me. How much she *noticed*… “still thinking about the fight?” She asked with a tilt of her head, her gaze softening at me, while I know I don’t deserve it.
“I did something horrible, pen. I should’ve never said that to you. You are nothing like her.” I say, voice trembling. I can’t even face her. I have looked death in the eyes and barely flinched, but I cannot face her. Face my friend. Face *Penny*. As stupid as it sounds. “I know. You never mean it.” She spoke with such forgiveness and casualness it catches me off guard. “What? I-I—“ and before I can speak, she lifts her hand and presses her finger to my lips. “Vanessa, my darling Vanessa..” she says with a shake of her head, and I can nearly feel my ears flatten with embarrassment. “Don’t laugh, I worked really hard to apologize!” I stammer, earning a laugh from her. “Vanessa, I’m saying you don’t have to apologize! I’ve forgiven you every time, I can handle forgiving you again.” she snickered, hand coming up to hide her mouth as it turns to giggles.
while she doesn’t notice, I’m elated. An embarrassed smirk lays upon my face while my eyes drink in her expression, committing it to memory. “Oh great, so you can just embarrass me in my deep moment while I open up to you anytime.” I grumble, rolling my eyes, only earning more giggles.
after a few minutes of the warm laughter, my expression shifts. More serious. “Though…how much..do you remember from all of these…past lives?” I ask, and the tension goes as cold as the air surrounding them.
“I…remember everything, Vanny.” She said with a heavy sigh, turning to gaze out towards the destroyed city. “I remember our fights..our deaths..every beautiful moment made from every small choice…I remember every time Sunday would say he hated Brussels sprouts.. how many times Parker bumped into that stupid corner back in the labs…” she rambled off, a tired smile crawling back onto her scarred face. My hand rests near hers, before biting the bullet and sliding mine over hers. “Pen.” I speak almost reverently, only meant for her ears. She looks up, eyes meeting mine for what feels like the hundredth time..And I have to beg myself not to ruin what we have and beg for her affection like a starved child. “Yes, Vanny?” She says, noticing my yearning. Of course she would. I was never great at hiding myself around her to begin with.
“How many times did I tell you I loved you?” I ask after a long moment, anticipating her reaction. Instead of disgust, she softened, giving one last glance to the sky. “34,270 times, Vee.” She says, sounding almost..sad. I can feel it. That familiar ache of longing. That feeling that no matter how hard I work, I can get whatever I want, except for her.
“And…how many times did you say it back?” I say, unable to hide my desperation. My hope.
she didn’t respond for a while, but when she did, my heart froze.
“I never said it back, Vanessa.”
Sorry for those in the stream, I did tweak it to be more devastating. Bro I love torturing Vanessa so badddddd