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⭒ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛʀᴏᴏᴍ : ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ  — 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘊𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩89, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵…

⭒ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭…

⭒ ᴠᴇɴᴜꜱ 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 & 𝘗𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴…

⭒ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛʀᴏᴏᴍ : ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵; 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦…

⭒ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪᴇ & ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

⭒ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢꜱ 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹, 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬-𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴?

⭒ ꜱᴛᴀʀɢɪʀʟ 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘝𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯?

⭒ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘜𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦…

⭒ нυѕн 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘜𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨- 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦-𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥...

⭒ ꜰɪʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ — 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥...

⭒ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ 𝟭𝟴+ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 — 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵...

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 & 𝘗𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴…

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — w𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘧!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹?, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 (𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤), 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨?, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟮.𝟴𝗸

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ — 𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

A serene scenery was introduced to your vision once you walked out of the venue and towards where the alter was located, your eyes widened as you took in sights of gorgeous gardens that were full of hydrangeas, tulips, roses, carnations. An entourage of different colours, vibrant pinks, purples, reds, oranges, whites, sitting alongside evergreen forests. The air was clean; you could smell the freshly trimmed grass. And despite the chatter of guests, you could hear the gusts of winds as the leaves on the trees shook delicately, and the feeling of that breeze tapping on your exposed skin.

Your attention was brought back to the present as you heard Wanda call out to Tommy and Billy.

“Boys, don’t break anything!” She said, as the twins giggled and used their supernatural speed to whizz around the venue, causing the staff (who were wrapped in classical tuxedos and ties) to be cautious around the two.

You turned to Wanda with a soft smile, your eyes full of gratitude and love; she smiled back at you, an eyebrow raised at your sudden ‘in-awe’ expression.

“You’re not thinking about leaving me, are you?” She joked. Your hands found hers, interlocking your fingers with hers as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I love you” You spoke, your voice sounded quieter, mimicking your heightened vulnerability in that moment. She looked at your with admiration, her eyes pierced into yours, trying to express the amount of love she had for you too, but only capturing it in a sentence.

“I love you” she said silverly, swinging your arm gently as her thumb rubbed the back of your hand tenderly. You pulled her into a passionate hug, and as she held you in her arms her head dipped connecting your lips with hers. Wanda never failed to make you feel light headed when she kissed you, the two of you had shared many kisses, but never did they lose their effect.

“Hey lovebirds!” Clint spoke suddenly, causing the two of you to pull away, you blushed and Wanda looked at him with a smile. Wanda and Clint hadn’t seen each other in a while since retiring from the Avengers, but the two connected like they hadn’t, and sometimes you questioned how much Wanda (alongside the other Avengers) had actually been through, as that  connection they all held was like no other, but Wanda would never tell you. And although you spent every waking day by her side, she didn’t want you to hear the horrors of her life, not because she was secretive, but because she didn’t want to expose you to it. 

“Hawkeye!” Wanda exclaimed gesturing at him and laughing before pulling him into a hug, he squeezed her slightly before pulling you in for a hug too.

“Y/N, nice to see that Wanda’s not driving you insane” Clint joked, a smile flashed as he glanced at you. You felt comforted around him, perhaps it reminded you of the previous life you were living, as a broke college girl who happened to cross paths with Wanda Maximoff, completely changing your life forever. You were brought back to the countless nights you spent playing board games with Wanda, Clint, Natasha and Steve, and hearing their heroic stories about the missions they went on the following day. The summer evenings where you’d drive to see Wanda, and the dates you two had was escapism, that always ended with kissing her under the moonlight. And sometimes you would miss those years.

Wanda took your hand in hers, as you two shared loving glances. 

“Luckily Laura bought me two tailored suits, so I’ll be able to make it to you guys’ wedding next” Clint spoke, you felt your cheeks heat up again, feeling yourself get giddy just thinking about marriage with someone you loved so strongly. Laura (Clint's wife) called Clint over from the distance, causing him to look over to her as she beckoned him over. “I have to go- I’ll see you two later” 

When he walked off, Wanda’s eyes jumped instinctively over to the twins, who were still running around.

“Maybe we will…” Wanda said, her Sokovian accent jumping out, your perplexed eyes turned to her, she smiled.

“See— Clint?” You responded, your eyes squinted as you tried to figure out what she was saying. She turned to you.

“No, maybe we will get married next…” Wanda spoke, her tone deepened, as her eyes darkened slightly even under the sunlight. Your heart skipped a beat, as your fingertips brushed against her palms.

“I have high expectations about the proposal if you’re planning on asking me-“ You said suddenly.

“Oh do you?” She asked sarcastically. And when you went to speak-

“Well, why don’t you tell me your long list of expectations somewhere more quiet, hmm?” 

You blushed at her invitation, she looked at you mischievously. You now turned to capture the twins, luckily in safe hands as they played with Clint’s kids, Clint and Laura overseeing them. You turned to Wanda, who was doing the same thing, and then she grabbed your hand leading you to a more secluded area.

It was far enough from the main venue where even the loud chatter of children dimmed. The new location was perfection for romance, where there was fields of hedges in a maze shape, a cobblestone hut which you figured stored wine, trellises lined on the exterior walls, roses hanging from them, and a singular antique wooden bench which looked like it was taken straight from a gothic novel.

“This place is so beautiful...” You spoke, looking around mystified by your surroundings. As you inhaled the fresh air, new scents of sandalwood and fresh grapes entered your nose, and then your attention was brought back to the even more mystifying vision, Wanda. She was sat on the bench, her eyes on you, watching you just like the way you were admiring your surroundings. You sat beside her, eventually you ended up placing your head onto her shoulder as she wrapped an arm you.

“Wow- I forgot what it was like to be away from those boys”

“Relaxing, isn’t it?” You added, your voice lazy as you felt comfortable in the position you were in.

She laughed, her smile sticking once her laughing fit was over. She suddenly let go of you, causing you to look at her confused and annoyed, as you had to move your head up so you wouldn’t fall.

“Is that a wine cellar?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I think so” You turned you head to look at where she was looking. She got up, grabbing your hand suddenly causing you to be pulled alongside her. 

“Wanda- I don’t think we’re allowed”

“Aren’t you the rebellious one? Why are you so rule following all of a sudden?” Wanda turned to you, her face confused at your demeanour, you didn’t know what to say, she was right. 

The two of you walked into the cellar, the lights immediately flickered on once you had walked down the set of wooden steps. The cellar was gorgeous, not too big, but neither small, and the smell of fresh grapes and different floral and fruity scents filled the air. You felt like that college girl again, running off with Wanda and doing stuff that you wouldn’t dare to do now. You wondered if Wanda heard your thoughts when you were recalling those times, whilst seeing Clint. Just as you turned back to Wanda to say something your hands found her wrists, pulling her closer and kissing her. You felt her lips curve up into a smile as her lips danced with yours, but you found yourself unable to keep up with her. 

Wanda’s kisses became more hungrier, you pulled away so you could breathe, smiling at the way your lips tingled. Her eyes wandered further down the cellar, you watched her confused. Then, when she reconnected your lips with hers, her hands were on your hips pushing you to sit upon a large wooden barrel.

“What if it falls-“ You breathe out, causing her her lips to connect with the corner of your lips messily kissing the area, as she forces you to sit upon the barrel.

“It won’t, and if it does I’ll catch you” She spoke impatiently as she reconnected her lips with yours but you pulled away.

“Wait-“ You stopped her, she looked back at your confused. “When you said we might get married next, do you actually want to? I just, a couple years ago when we were talking about it you seemed- unhappy with the whole marriage process…”

“I said that was I was 19 Y/N, of course I wanna marry you”

“Good, because I wanna wear matching expensive rings that tell everyone around you that your mine” You smiled shyly.

“Well- I could just do that with a spell, and it would actually bind you to me- so I wouldn’t have to worry about people ignoring the marriage part…” She smirked.

“Okay, can I tell you my list of expectations now?” You said, she looked at you confused.

“You were being serious?” She spoke.

“Yes”

“Go on.”

“So… my first one is don’t ever propose to me in a public place with strangers, especially no takeout places, I’ve seen lots of proposals there and they just seem very un- fairytale like, and not what I want. The second one—“

“You really thought about getting proposed to haven’t you?” She said.

“Yes I have- and can you not cut me off, I’m trying to let you know what to do- or maybe I’ll propose so we don’t have to go through any odd proposals, anyways…” You rambled, and Wanda’s hand travelled to your ankles, taking your heels off one by one hastily. “What are you-“

“Nothing” She spoke, trying to disguise her true intentions. 

“Okay…” You spoke confused, her eyes looked back at your as she smiled brightly at you. “So my second expectation is-“ You were cut short by a pair of hands spreading your legs, Wanda’s fingers hooked onto your panties, pulling them off as she watched you with a smirk. “Go on?”

“I can’t-“

“Why not? I wanna hear what your second expectation is”

As you were about to speak, you felt a pair of lips on your upper thigh, gently kissing the sensitive skin there, and then gently kissing your clit. Your breathing hitched, and you tried to prepare yourself in anticipation for her next move. But she didn’t do anything, but moved away,  meeting your eyes.

“I wanna know your second expectation baby, can you tell me it.” She spoke lowly, her voice commanding and hypnotic. 

“Well the second one- oh! it’s to never propose with a ring in food- I might accidentally eat it, and that’s-“ You started, and as you spoke she watched you amused, and once you were caught up in your sentence her lips moved back to your pussy, this time with the addition of her tongue causing you to moan. Her tongue licked lines into your folds; your whole body shivered causing you to grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her closer to you as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, moans filled the air, and you hoped that no one decided to grab some wine because if they did they would be welcomed with the sight of your legs spread open as Wanda ate you out. 

You found yourself moaning out her name soon, her hands keep your legs spread, and you felt her tongue fuck you deeper, her tongue movements became faster and faster, causing your legs to tremble. Once you orgasmed, she removed her mouth from your centre, your legs snapped closed, her lips finding yours as you tasted yourself on them. Her hands caressed your cheeks, before her right hand moved to your centre again.

As her right hand rubbed circles, the fingers of her left hand were pushed inside of your mouth, causing you to gag slightly and minimising the sound of your moaning to muffled ones. She smiled at you at the state you were in, causing her to push her fingers in further, pumping in and out of your centre roughly as her green eyes groped your body, and you were a moaning mess. Once you came undone again, her fingers did too, her eyes seemed to still be searing into your body, and once you placed your hand under her chin and brought her into a kiss, she smiled brightly.

“I think we should get back” You said trying to still catch your breath, she giggled. 

“We should fuck in wine cellars more often. Are you going to be okay walking?” She spoke, watching as you fixed the upper portion of your dress. Your eyes turned to hers annoyed. Then, you noticed her smudged lipstick, leaning over to rub it away with your thumb.

“Of course I can walk-“ You said, her hands went to help you put on your heels again.

Then she stood up, lending you her hand. She smiled at you proudly, and  laughed as your legs shook slightly when you stepped forward. You blushed, and you took her hand in yours again, walking back up the cellar feeling a new confidence and high.

As the ceremony began, you noticed how the once vacant fields were now full of people dressed up in glamour and elegance, some had faces you could distinguish either from Wanda’s photos, or from their fame. As you went to find your seat, you looked over to see a familiar side profile, her face was slightly different, aged, but still easy to spot. 

Natasha turned her head as she talked to Yelena, and her eyes met yours, you smiled at her, she smiled back, gesturing you to come over.

“Y/N?”

“Natasha!” You said, pulling her into a hug.

“Where have you been! I haven’t seen you in what, months?”

“Me and Wanda decided to move states after we had Tommy and Billy- but tell me about you?”

“I found my biological mother, and I ended up getting the closure I needed- and I started training again, well I teach agents how to fight, y’know” She laughed, the sound of her same old laugh filling your ears, but her voice deeper than you remembered.

“She also wears my vest- the one with lots of pockets” Yelena spoke, her accent still prominent.

You turned to Yelena, smiling widely, she looked back at you with widen eyes, like she couldn’t believe it was you. She pulled you into a hug that almost made you fall. “Yelena? Oh I missed you two so much” 

The ceremony began shortly after, everyone moved into their seats, and classical music started playing…

Tony Stark stood at the alter, his eyes squinting as he held an uncontrollable smile, watching as Pepper walked down the aisle with such beauty and glamour, her eyes teary, and when she was parallel to Tony, his eyes holding onto tears that were just inching to fall. You felt your own eyes get teary, the whole idea of loving someone so much was what you resonated with, especially when the love of your life was sitting beside you, holding your hand. You began to picture what it would be like marrying Wanda, and even though the two of you were already practically living together, the idea of having her last name as yours, and having a ring that bonded you to her, made you crave it evermore. Except, Wanda did want the same, she had been reading your thoughts for the past minute, and as her eyes turned to look into yours, her eyes faded from the red colour to her natural greeny-blue ones. Her eyes glistened, and her hand rested on your thigh, you looked down at it still interlocked with hers. 

Then when you looked back up, her pupils flickered the red colour, and you heard the words in your head. ‘I love you’

Both of your eyes darted back to the ceremony as you heard cheering and clapping as Pepper and Tony kissed. You and Wanda arose like everyone else was, and clapped, smiling widely and cheering.

The rest of the evening was filled with chatter, and reuniting with old friends, the table you were sat at was long and connected everyone together. You were sat alongside Wanda, while Tommy and Billy were sat at a separate kids table. Your eyes watched Wanda as she laughed and talked to Laura, Clint’s wife about a previous experience she had when she was an Avenger. Her palm on her chin as her elbow rested on the table. She turned to look at you, after feeling your eyes on her, a smile dancing on her lips as her eyes roamed your body, recalling the previous events you two had that night.

The night came to an end earlier for you and Wanda due to the tired looking twins that weren’t racing around anymore, but barely able to keep their eyes open. So you two decided on saying your goodbyes, congratulating the couple and leaving. As you walked further from the ceremony, the sound of music and chatter dimmed, you found your car parked alongside many others, and as you and Wanda helped the sleepy boys into the back seats, you looked over to see a yawn come out to Wanda’s mouth.

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘜𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨- 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦-𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥...

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢!!, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟮𝗸

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

She was too elegant, and glamorous. A presence that caused everyone in the room to whisper hushed compliments. You didn’t understand the passion, yes she had an expensive designer suit on, enhancing her status, the odd one out in the room, and she was really pretty, and successful- but she was just another ‘humble’ businesswoman, and perhaps it was simply the belief she had something hidden under this glamour that created you to believe she wasn’t all that she seemed. Or maybe you were already envious, you just didn’t want to admit it.

You forced a smile, when she bragged about her businesses- well your father had asked, but god she was so annoying and you couldn’t take your eyes off her.

“What about you Y/N, didn’t you say you were almost about to graduate? What are your plans?” She turned to you suddenly, causing your eyes to widen- the sudden attention on you caused you to get nervous. Why was she singularing you out?

“W-ell uh, I was hoping to go into Law, I have this internship, it’s- incredible. Yeah, I’m going to work for their firm” You nodded enthusiastically, trying to convince them, but mostly yourself that your dreadful time at University wasn’t for nothing.

“Honey, didn’t you say the internship was at some female empowerment group- do they have law firms?” Your mother intervened.

“Yeah, they do- they’re a- feminist g-roup, for helping women in… court” You struggled- the truth was there was no internship, there was no potential law firm you’d be employed into after graduation, and you weren’t studying to be a lawyer, it was all to make your family proud, and telling them the truth, that you were secretly studying journalism, would crush them. You were supposed to go in the footsteps of your cousin, who was a well-known lawyer, and becoming a journalist had no significance and was categorised as a waste from your parent’s perspective. 

“Oh, how lovely. I volunteered for something like that, it was a charity for women’s rights, it is so important, we’re thinking we’re going to get our boys to do one.” The redhead said, turning to her husband. He submissively nodded, agreeing with every word coming from her lips, why wouldn’t he, he was a 2, she was barely a 7, or maybe 8, or a 10. 

You had managed to slip out of the conversation and immediately made your way to the open window, shutting your eyes and taking in the cold breeze- you wanted to so desperately leave. This whole experience was draining socially and it had only been an hour…

You jumped when someone tapped your shoulder- “Oh, my you scared me!-“

Your eyes widened when she was standing there, Aubrey- Aubrey from high school, Aubrey you knew from your childhood, an Aubrey you were avoiding.

“Aubrey?!” You questioned, she looked older, more confident- less awkward, perhaps it was the dress she was wearing and that amused grin on her face.

“Yeah- hey Y/N. It’s been a while.” She said, you hugged her hesitantly, not knowing if it was too much- or if she even saw you in a friendly way after the breakup, but as you did you saw a set of green eyes on you, holding a glass of champagne, an unspoken tension between the two of you, even from across the room. She was pulled back into the conversation ahead and the occasional sips of champagne after her husband tapped her shoulder- and that oh-so-fake laughter.

“You should’ve called- I- didn’t know you were back in town.” You said- you had heard about her recent achievements, you didn't think she had time to attend the gathering, she seemed super happy.

“Well I did, lots of times, why didn’t you reply?” Aubrey replied.

“Wh-at —are you talking about?”

“You didn’t get the countless calls? Not even the text messages? Because I swore once it said read.”

‘That’s not true! I’ve called you many times, you never picked up.”

Her mother was now here, greeting you, smiling widely while she squeezed your cheeks, reminiscing how little you once were.

And then she was pulling you into the conversation with the blonde woman and your mother, Aubrey excused herself to take a work call, and you were idly, and very-awkwardly standing with Aubrey’s glass in hand.

“Aubrey looks great” your mother added suddenly, her eyes were on you. “You talked to her didn’t you- isn’t she a lawyer now?”

“Well, not yet- she’s still completing her training.” Her mother added.

“Oh, how incredible, maybe she can help Y/N when she’s done with the exams...”

“I’m sure she’d love to help a friend" her mother said, you smirked to yourself.

“Oh, was Aubrey the lawyer?” Wanda’s husband questioned.

“Yes honey, she seems so sweet, doesn’t she?” Wanda said sweetly, her eyes burning into you as you shifted uncomfortably.

“Aubrey is lovely, and smart too- and despite growing up with her Y/N is barely getting there…” Your mother joked laughing out, though it cut deep for you, and sounded condescending.

“Mom…” You said warningly. She stopped laughing- 

“Oh, I’m sorry honey-“

“I’m sure Y/N is good at other things,” Wanda added.

“Different things, yes” you shot back, your face stern, unbreakable.

“Like what?” She questioned, matching your gaze.

You swallowed, your eyes looking up at her as she smiled- ugh she was so good.

“Like- writing.”

“Oh- yes, she won many writing competitions, we have a little author on our hands but of course she will end up becoming a lawyer.” Your mother bragged.

“What do you write?”

“Many things, short stories mainly, sad ones, happy ones- romantic”

“Have you got any complete ones?”

“Hmm- not yet, I started writing this romantic story about these two people who shouldn’t have fallen in love, but they couldn’t help it, one of them is a self-obsessed person, and the other is a younger girl who by chance crosses paths with them."

She looked shocked at you, you were now the one smiling.

“And how does it end?” Aubrey was now here, she took the glass from your hands.

“Well, I think I’ll turn it into a murder ending- she ends up killing him, they’re always the easiest plot twists, and people love it.” You said, staring at Wanda with an amused expression.

“Oh- okay…” Your mother said, changing the subject at your sudden shift into something darker, she laughed nervously as Aubrey’s mother looked appalled. Wanda smirked, looking down, playing with the rings on her finger, trying to play it cool.

You excused yourself and made your way upstairs to the bathroom, but your quiet period was cut off when someone knocked aggressively against the door.

“One minute!” You yelled so they could hear you, but the knocking was persistent.  You sighed, quickly reapplying your lipstick and going to open the door to leave- you were pushed back into the wall when Wanda staggered in, her feet kicking the door shut as she towered over you. Green eyes burned into yours, an expression mixed with jealousy, and desire- sadness?

“Oh-“ You spoke out- not knowing what to do.

“You forgot your phone,” She said, smiling fakely again as she tilted her head- you avoided eye contact with her. You felt like if you looked at her in the eyes, you’d start blushing- embarrass yourself even more, you didn't want her to notice the effect she had on you. Her right hand held your cellular device, reaching out, just out of your grasp so you had to lean forward to grab it. Your heart was pounding in your chest, she was close enough that you could smell hints of vanilla and sandalwood on her skin- a familiar scent. A mix of anticipation and nervousness swirled inside you- she was confident, able to retain that strong, intimidating exterior you thought you could mirror.

“Thank y-ou,” You said, and as you went to grab the phone out of her hand, her fingertips pushed your chin up. The small gap between the two of you was closed as she leaned in, her lips colliding with yours- causing you to moan into the kiss at the sudden roughness of her pace- you were trying so hard to come across as intimidating, but here you were whimpering even at a slither of Wanda’s touch.

Her soft lips erased you, your hands trying to grab at her shoulders, her blazer, anything- as her pace quickened and the fight of your lips became unfair (when you couldn’t keep up with her) her lips then trailed onto your neck. A hand wrapped around your neck in order to gain further access as she painted your jaw with marks- marks that seemed to darken quicker than usual due to the roughness and her pace. You flickered your eyes shut, savouring the electrifying feeling of her touch, and the way her lips felt on your skin. Soon your hands were on her cheeks, tentatively, lips connected with her lips, a pair of hands lazily hung around your hips, you wondered how lucky her husband must’ve been, to get to kiss her like this whenever he wanted, and how you knew you’d probably never fully have her, not like he did. You wondered if you’d want her for the rest of your life, begging for it, but it would be completely unattainable.

When the sudden sound of knocking made you jump, she moved away from you, her eyes still lingering on yours- glimmering not with desire, but something deeper; when the person knocked again, she blinked a few times, like she was taken out of a trance. She sighed wiping the sides of her lips with her fingertips, clearly amused as her eyes trailed over your jaw and face.

“Aubrey is sweet and smart I’m sure she’ll help you cover that up...” She simply said, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, what was she talking about? Then she slipped out closing the door behind her, you heard her muffled voice outside talking to someone, it was Aubrey, chills to formed on your skin as you overheard them.

“Poor thing, she needed some aspirin- had a headache all day. She’ll be out soon…” She said, then walked away, her heels clicking on the ground, fading as you stood there, frozen, but finally felt like you could breathe again when you couldn’t hear the clicking anymore.

You breathed out, sitting down on the side of the bathtub trying to catch your breath.

Then, Aubrey knocked on the door- causing you to jump again.

“Y/N! Are you okay in there? Do you need me to bring anything? Water?” She sounded worried- you felt paranoid, what if she figured it all out? All it took was one individual to tell, and then your whole world would come crumbling down, she was married- it was cheating, and it didn’t make your case any better, having an affair with your father’s friend’s wife. This wasn’t a one-time thing, it was ongoing, if Aubrey figured it out, she’d figure out how you’d been living without a job- everyone was so amazed by how you had incredible pieces of jewelry and clothes, you always blamed it on thrifting, or borrowing it from friends, but the truth was Wanda and you had been seeing each other for months now. You had met on a dating site, and she immediately took a liking to you. When you found out she was married and wanted to keep you a secret- it wrecked you, but the possibility of never seeing her again was worse. She and you had an odd relationship- she would buy you stuff, take care of your rent, and in return, she’d take you out on dinner dates, ask you to come over to her office, and do unspeakable things to you. 

“No Aubrey- I’m fine! I’ll be out in a minute.” You called out.

“Okay…” She replied cautiously, she didn’t know what to do, she was being really sweet oddly- she didn’t want to overstep, she wanted to be friends with you again, like old times- that was clear by now, but why Wanda made that comment about her, made you confused.

You relaxed when you heard her walk away. Walking over to the mirror, you gasped at the sight you saw- your lipstick smudged, lipstick transfer marks on your neck- or, never mind, it was freshly made hickeys, freckled all over your neck. Luckily you had brought concealer… 

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HEY GUYS its been a while...

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𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩'𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵...

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ — 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢- 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 17𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩!

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟯𝗸

Who knew Death would be a beautiful young girl with dark hair and olive skin. Although Agatha only caught a glimpse of the girl, who looked at about the same age as Agatha, covered in a dark green velvet cloak, she found comfort in her, oddly. 

Fast forward to seventeen, Agatha was picking up thyme from the garden when suddenly she saw the woman again, in the shadows, behind the trees, mysteriously lurking.

“Good morrow!” She called out with a smile on her face, waving, her eyes squinted trying to make out the girls features- she felt familiar, but she couldn't tell who it was. The girl emerged from the trees, and removed the velvet green cloak from her head, revealing her long dark hair and perfect features. Agatha furrowed her eyebrows- she had never seen this girl in her coven, and when she tried to access her thoughts, a block was present, how strange.

“Hello” The woman replied, her voice stoic and her face almost expressionless, she looked lost- she must’ve been, but something told Agatha that this wasn’t just a lost girl, something paradoxically sinister was behind her big brown eyes, something she couldn’t quite decipher presently.

“Who are you?” Agatha inquired, her hand full of the thyme she collected. The woman seemed more comfortable, she stepped out further from amongst the trees, deep in thought before replying.

“My name is Rio.” She replied, a smile graced her face, Agatha smiled back. Rio began to look around, her eyes searching, for something. What was she searching for?

“Are you in search of someone?” Agatha asked. Rio's eyes darted back onto Agatha’s, and just for that moment where they shared eye contact, Agatha felt her heart beat a little faster, as Rio stepped closer she felt nervous, she wasn’t usually nervous around anyone, not even around her mother, and her mother had a temper like none other and a unpredictable personality.

Just as she was about to reply, a woman from the coven called out Agatha’s name, Rio’s eyes darted over to the elderly blonde woman, hair whitening with age, well more white than blonde, who was carrying a woven sheet that was freshly folded.

“Agatha!” She yelled out, Agatha turned around. Rio’s hand went to rest on the blade on her hip, her hand wrapped around the handle as she stared back at the white-haired woman.

“Hold but a moment!” She yelled back.

“You mentioned that you were in search of someone?” Agatha asked, her face highlighting care, confusion, a desire to help this lost girl find what she was looking for. Rio bit her lip as she looked down, her grip on the dagger loosened as the older woman walked away, she didn't want to expose Agatha to this- perhaps she'd come back another time and get the job done, usually she wouldn't do this- but since she might get another glimpse of Agatha...

“Nay, I mean to say - it is quite well; I do not believe they are present.” Rio replied, smiling softly.

“Oh, well, I must take my leave; it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rio.” Agatha spoke, a smile on her face and a faint blush painted her features as she spoke to the other girl. Rio smiled back, her black heart that rarely ever got excited by anything other than death, picking up in speed, her eyes glued to the other woman as she walked off, confusion filled her dark eyes, and she stood there until the other girl was out of view.

The next time Agatha saw her was weeks after that encounter, she never thought she’d see Rio again, and the daydreaming about her appearing in the woods again begun to get depressing rather than exciting. She felt this pull to her, it was strange, she had simply just met the lost girl, but she couldn't help but wonder of her. Had she found whom she was looking for? Was she safe? Seeing strangers, especially female strangers was rare- Agatha was constantly around elders, witches, she longed sometimes for the normality that everyone else lived beyond the small village- she'd never admit that to her mother though...

She was sentenced to death at eighteen after being caught practising dark magic- she pleaded, her hands roped behind her back as the witches stood around her, with sticks of fires in their hands as her mother, the leader of the coven, called out her crimes. 

Agatha gasped as a witch shot her energy beams into her side, the magic burnt at her skin, causing her to scream in agony, and the searing pain intensified as another witch also did the same. Her mothers demeaning words ringing through her head as the pain consumed her. This was it. She would die at the stake for betraying her coven, her own mother was going to take her life and there was nothing she could do.

As Agatha screamed out, suddenly, she noticed as the energy was shot into her, it turned from a its colour to a purple- a vibrant purple, and instead of killing her, it was replenishing her- her eyes widened as the witches began to grow old and fall, one by one. It was addicting, all-consuming, the feeling of their energy being sucked into her body- it was the first taste of real power Agatha felt and it was intoxicating. 

“No- mother! Don’t” She pleaded, but as she shot the energy beam, the same fate came to her. She didn’t know what was happening- she felt a mixture of emotions, guilt for feeling so enlightened and accomplished for murdering her mother, it was all out of her control, right? Her body was doing things she didn’t think she could- sucking the witches dry from their power, she couldn’t control it- perhaps this was who she really was, what she was really meant for.

Agatha exhaled, her body feeling even more powerful, her eyes flashed a purple as the magic coursed through her veins, she felt new-born, she loved the rush of energy coursing through her, it was like a drug. Suddenly, she snapped back into reality, her eyes darting around as she realised what she had done. And her mother, aged and skeleton-like, mouth agape, eyes wide open, lay dead on the ground. 

Agatha covered her mouth, her eyes widened as she observed it all, what had she done? She didn’t even know she could do this. She deserved it for being so cruel, for not listening to her warnings, her pleads, right?

She rushed over to her mother, calling out her name, met with no response, her fingertips hovered over her eyelids, shutting her eyes as she backed away from the scene. As she ran into the woods, she turned to look back at the scene. For the last time, perhaps it would burn into her memories, maybe not this moment but all the good times. That's all she had left, memories. Instead, there stood a woman, dagger in hand, half her face was a skeleton, in a black cloak, her eyes piercing through Agatha’s causing chills to form down her spine. Agatha felt fear, but she looked so familiar too- those big brown eyes, and stoic expression, her long limbs and olive skin. As the woman bent over and pushed the dagger through the first body, Agatha turned away, distraught by the sight and began running through the forest.

Agatha had found shelter in a village miles away, and not only that, she started to experiment with her powers, she found she could build them, simply by luring witches out and letting them shoot their powers into her- they were doing it willing, for her, it wasn't murder, they were simply contributing to the greater good, even if the greater good's name was Agatha Harkness and she was cunning and deceitful.

Rio appeared again, her long hands pressed against the pillar as she peered inside. Agatha sat knitting a blanket, her eyes focused ahead, but alert to Rio’s presence. 

Agatha knew Rio- well, she had observed her for a long time now, after her highs, she would sneak back into the woods and hide behind the trees, and each time she'd watch as Rio would reappear. She'd reappear each and every time- and perhaps at this point she was even doing it unneccessarily too much just to see the woman again.

“You’re here- again.” Agatha spoke, her eyes not leaving her work.

Rio looked around, she was aware of Agatha, she had always felt her presence, and Agatha wasn't the innocent girl she met, she never really was innocent, but she was beautiful, and incredible Irresistible to Death herself..

Death was mistified by Agatha Harkness, intrigued, entranced. Agatha Harkness was a con artist, a survivalist, and yet simply a girl who was scared. Agatha Harkness was someone who lost everything, who's entire life was haunted by death- and she'd always felt so connected to death, and she always would be- Rio knew, she saw ahead.

“You have settled in rather swiftly.” Rio observed, walking over slowly as she looked around, the dagger around her hands immediately aware to Agatha as she glanced at it, then looked back at the blanket.

“Why are you here?” Agatha spoke, her tone cold. She eyed the dagger, her fingers twitching as she observed Rio, who seemed too preoccupied with the furnishings and decor in the hut to notice the purple swirls emulating from her fingertips. Just as she was about to strike- she groaned, her body pushed against the wall with some other-wordly force, and Rio stood pressed against her, dagger to her neck, preventing her from using the splurge of magic. 

“I would let you carry on, as I would be most entertained by the multitude you might destroy along the way; yet, I ought to make you aware that I am, indeed, immortal." Rio spoke, a teasing smirk on her face that made Agatha angry. Agatha sneered, her eyes avoided Rio's. Just then, in the tense pause in the moment, as Agatha's eyes finally met Rio's, Rio tilted her head, desiring to know what Agatha was thinking of.

“You’re death.” Agatha breathed out.

Rio smiled, her hand rested against the wall beside Agatha, Agatha’s eyes looked at her, wide, lips pursued, she wanted to so badly blast her into the wall, show her who she really provoked. I mean hadn’t she known Agatha's power, she killed her entire coven, the Salem witches and her own mother- if anyone should be scared, she would think even Lady Death would be scared herself of such a woman. Rio, however, wasn’t scared by her, she wasn’t even phased, well maybe she was scared, scared of loosing her. She did feel an excitement she felt with no other as she felt the rage igniting through Agatha and as she played with loose waves of hair from her messy up-do.

"Do you find yourself liking me now, Agatha, I wonder?—now that you are aware of my true identity?" Rio asked, vulnerability evident in her words, her eyes searched Agatha's- she couldn't lose the one person who she loved in her entire existence.

"You are well aware that my love for you cannot be extinguished, even should you be the personification of death itself" Agatha admitted, burying inside the anger that was so ready to pour out a second ago.

Rio's eyes shut, her hand travelling to Agatha, but Agatha grabbed her wrist before she could lean in to capture her lips.

"Show me."

Rio tilted her head, confusion and insecurity painted her features- show her? Show her what, her true form?"

Rio began to laugh to herself, Agatha's hands were on Rio's cheek, caressing her soft skin reassuringly. Rio stared back, nervousness in her eyes, she felt vulnerable, and she didn't like that, but perhaps it was safe to show Agatha.

"I long to see you."

Rio's eyes searched Agatha's- perhaps this was a trick- Agatha was the master of trickery.

Just then, Rio's face morphed into her true form- her jaw merely a skeleton, only her eyes recognisable. Agatha's fingertips traced over her cheekbones, a smile forming on her lips as she admired Rio.

"You're beautiful." Agatha breathed out.

In a flash, Rio's face returned back- her lips met Agatha's softly, passionately, with an urgent desire, and when their lips moved together, the years of longing was evident, each kiss becoming more hungrier than the one before- who knew Death had kisses so sweet. Agatha's hands slid down to Rio's hips, drawing small circles on her skin as their lips moved together harmoniously. Kisses that could speak more words about how Agatha felt for Rio that words could not. As they parted a smile painted their faces, laughing bashfully, cheeks pink, Agatha's fingertips intertwined in Rio's hair, fingertips capturing individual dark strands and pulling in lightly.

Agatha began to kill to give Rio her souls, it was twisted, but nothing was more reinforcing of murder than seeing Rio Vidal- always standing a feet away from her after she drained the life out of the person, smirking, dressed in black, with skin so olive and plump.

“You are willing to take lives for me now, Agatha? How wonderfully romantic of you, my love.” 

Agatha smiled, a blush formed on her cheeks as she stood up straighter, her hands fixing her own jacket. Rio slowly, and teasingly walked over, Agatha swallowed, her eyes fluttering up to meet Rio's. Rio’s slender, cold fingers dragged along her cheek, pushing her chin up slightly, and then suddenly she pulled Agatha by her waist- her hand wrapped around her like posion ivy, causing her to shiver, and then she leaned in, kissing her.

Rio was the closest thing she had to family, even if it was worrying- it was the truth. She had found comfort in Rio, she had felt at home with Rio, like she belonged, and Rio was formidable, Rio was the only one who stood a chance against Agatha, and there was something poetic in that- the dark witch and the green witch in love.

After the birth of her son, Rio spent more time with Agatha- spending time cooing the boy to sleep, playing with him, giving him baths. It was a beautiful sight to see, but Agatha felt a distance with Rio- ever since his birth, she knew his fate, she knew any moment she'd be playing with him and take him from her forever.

With the ambient sounds of the makeshift fire, they sat on cotton blankets infront of it- huddled up together as the warm fire warmed them up from the cold of the evening.

Rio’s arms wrapped around Agatha as two year old Nicholas laughed and played in front of them, Rio leaned in to capture Agatha's lips, a smile on Rio's face as they parted. Agatha's hands brought her face back to look into her eyes, caressing her cheek softly as she looked into Rio's eyes.

“I love you” She spoke out. She didn’t think she was capable of love- and neither did Rio. They had bent all expectations- Death could fall in love and the most evil woman on Earth could secretly have a heart.

“I love you too” Rio replied, her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Agatha’s hands on her skin.

Presently, 2026, Agatha walked down the witches road alone- Billy and Jen were no where to be found, and Agatha needed to get out alive, she had a few thousand wicked years to live on- centuries to harnish the power, and now that Billy Maximoff had created the road, she had a few new ideas to her twisted plans to drain more powers.

"If I bring the boy- you give me Nicholas, you bring him back."

"You know I can't do that-"

Agatha swallowed, her head deep in thought, as her eyes met Rio's after a pause. She hesitated.

"You take me to him- you take me like you wanted to, I wanna live with him- if he still accepts me."

Rio's eyes glimmered with tears.

"Let me finish the road first, and let Billy go, my life for his." Agatha asked as tears stained her cheeks, the desperation, the longing of her son was stronger with the presence of Billy Maximoff. Feelings she had tucked and hid deep inside confronted her, and perhaps it was that awful trial she endured where now she would die just to see him, hold him again. She didn't care for Billy- he was merely a reminder of Nicholas, but she knew that this was probably the only chance she'd get to be good, even if she didn't really care for goodness. Perhaps it would get her a few gold stars in the afterlife.

Rio nodded, of course Billy was threat to her job, but this was the words Rio dreamed of hearing, she craved for Agatha to give herself up, to have that family they once had, and this was a deal she could make according to her job, she needed a soul, either ones' worked.

Agatha breathed out, like a weight had been lifted off her chest, her fingertips went to clutch the locket, eyes shutting, then opening, and then she began to walk the road again.

"Agatha." Rio called out, Agatha turned around, her eyebrow raised in confusion.

"He gave me a second chance- and I think Nicky might, if I try. I'll try for how ever long it takes for him to forgive me..."

And now there they were, the end of the road. Agatha stood exhausted- Billy had been released, and she had helped him find Tommy- and Rio stood across from her, her face coming to sight as she stepped out from the trees.

"I've loved you for centuries." Agatha admitted, her words contrasting from her cold, stoic demeanour though- it made Rio chuckle.

"How about forever?" Rio asked.

"That's why I'm planning on getting a three bedroom home- when I get sick of you, you can sleep in the extra room. Maybe I'll have to steal it though, I don't know how money works there."

Rio smiled, her shoulders relaxing, Rio’s eyes fluttered down to her lips, she swallowed as Agatha began to lean in- feeling nervousness all of a sudden, she pressed her eyes shut as she felt Agatha’s lips hover over hers, her warm breath dancing on her parted lips, and Agatha’s fingertips resting on her cheek. 

When Agatha’s lips met Rio’s, she felt her head feel dizzy, and her hand reach out to wrap around her waist. A kiss that felt as powerful as the first, and was definitely not the last. As Rio's arms finally gave in and were wrapped around Agatha's body, Agatha began to siphon Rio's powers- slowly killing herself from the inside out. Her body began to ascend as Rio's lips parted from hers. As she dropped down onto the ground, a spot of grass and flowers were created, and ontop her body layed, beautiful, aged and delicately.

As Rio kneeled down, she took Agatha's hand in hers and waited for her to open her eyes again.

Rio's hand held Agatha's tightly, guiding her over to the light, but just before they crossed Agatha stopped in her tracks, Rio's looked back in confusion.

"Does he want to see me?"

"Of course he does Agatha- he's been waiting for you."

"You better not make me regret spending forever with you."

Rio just smiled, her thumb rubbing Agatha's hand, then Rio slowly kissed Agatha's lips.

"I won't my love."

[witchywandaaa]

you guys don't fear, i've already half-written an entire agathario backstory and if you all want it, i will post it gladly.

we choose our own reality here folks!

[witchywandaaa]

damn i should really post more...

[witchywandaaa]

i'm not ready for the ending guys its less than 7 hours away...

[elizabeth-stone]

i audibly GASPED THIS IS TOO GOOD

[multiverse-of-sadness]

What can I say… I like bad boys

[witchywandaaa]

this is who i imagined the grim reaper in the sims was when i made my sims pursue a romantic relationship with it

[witchywandaaa]

𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ —  𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 — 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵...

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — w𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟯.𝟲𝗸

Wanda Maximoff was a regular at the country club. She was a big name locally, and potentially internationally too. The Maximoff's owned a large amount of shares in Opaline-- a multi-billion dollar luxury company that sold crystals and gemstones. You always knew of her presence from that addicting laugh and presently you could hear it from across the room. She was sitting with a few other women, they all looked like they were in their early to late 30s, and like Wanda, they all looked so elegant and wealthy, dressed up in Chanel and Saint Laurent. 

You walked over to her table, placing down each martini and brushing a strand of hair from your face, as you asked them if they wanted anything else.

“No thank you honey.” Wanda replied, her voice like a hymn, siren-like, so soft, and as she smiled at you your heart skipped a beat. Then, before you were about to walk away she called out your name. Your name sounded even more melodic on her tongue, so sweet. She plucked a few bills from her wallet after taking a sip of her martini and handed them to you with a hum.

“Oh, no- it’s fine really” She had already paid, and she was regularly giving you tips- even when all you did was the bare minimum.

“Take it, please” Wanda insisted, her friends watched the two of you with an amused expression. Her eyes on yours made you blush, and god- she made you nervous.

You eventually gave in to her persistence and walked off with a wide smile and a racing heart. She watched you walk away, her eyes shamelessly watching the sway of your hips and admiring your figure from the new angle, her fingertips mindlessly stirring her martini with the cocktail skewer.

“Oh Wanda, how sweet of you…” A dark brunette woman said, mimicking the high-pitched sound of your voice as she sipped her martini, her gaze on Wanda who seemed like she was completely unaware of the brunette's comment, too preoccupied. Wanda placed her attention back on the scene ahead, taking a sip of her martini and savouring it as she licked her bottom lip, a smirk she failed fighting appearing on her face.

“What exactly are you doing- she’s so much younger than you- and you're married!” The dark brunette exclaimed. Wanda’s smirk was gone, the truth hurts, and being in denial and pretending she wasn't married or you weren’t half her age made her heart ache, she liked the idea of pursuing you, it made her heart race, doing things to you, teaching you, but then again it was so inappropriate- but she wanted it and for once she felt excited about something, it made her feel like a teenager again, and she'd missed feeling that way about someone, Vision didn't make her feel that way...

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Agnes!” She exclaimed, rolling her eyes- pretending as if Agnes was insane for assuming, she plucked a cigarette from her purse.

“Oh yes you do- don’t be so coy Wanda.” Agnes replied, she knew her best friend well, she knew Wanda's traits... One of them being, she was relentless in her pursuits, she could get anything she wanted if she longed for it hard enough- and now she had her eyes set on something, she was ready to self destruct in pursuit of it. Agnes gazed at Wanda, who had her lips pursued, and a lit cigarette between her ring and middle finger.

“I think she should go for it” A blonde added.

Wanda’s eyes darted up at the blonde. Every person on earth would disagree, apart from her, it made her think she wasn’t out of her mind wanting to pursue you.

“Well, I can never stop you- I say no, and you’re gonna want it even more!” The dark brunette gave up, laughing to herself as she glanced at you flashing a smile at a group of country club goers at the bar, mixing drinks. She was so against Wanda's new fixation, she knew it was wrong, but she also knew there was no way in stopping her, she was going to be there for her friend if everything went wrong, she was always there.

Wanda rolled her eyes, smiling uncontrollably, she glanced over at where the brunette was looking- you standing, slightly overwhelmed as you mixed drinks. You handed them with a smile, a smile that faded when the customers left, she watched as you wiped the spilt liquor - gosh she wanted you, she needed you.

Wanda wasn’t expecting to stay this late in the country club. Usually she’d head out with Agnes as they both lived practically a door away from each other, but tonight she decided to stay a little later till the club was practically vacant. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to go home to an empty house. The boys were with Vision for the night, at their aunts, and she dreaded the idea of wallowing in her loneliness, that's what happened last week when Vision had to go away for work, and the boys were at a sleepover, and she hated the idea of experiencing it all again.

She had friends, a bunch of them, was successful at work, had a great reputation in the neighbourhood, but there was this aching gap in her life, a real lover, someone who she could wake up to, hold, tell her deepest secrets too- and it made her feel extremely guilty that she was even thinking of someone else fulfilling that when she had a husband who did everything a husband should! But Vision wasn't enough, he never was, and she was sick of trying to convince herself that they were in love underneath it all, she was sick of pretending she felt anything romantic for him, she loved him, she loved him a lot- he was her best friend, a close second to Agnes, he was a great man, a great father, and she always felt safe with him, but he was not a lover, or someone Wanda fantasised about, he was simply someone to confide in, like a roommate. Her boys were enough, she tried to tell herself, but gosh- she had so many pent up feelings she couldn’t relieve. Agatha was the only friend she truly opened up to about her loneliness, and Agatha was great, she always tried to make sure Wanda wasn’t alone, she invited her to movie nights with Ralph, tried to keep her busy with organising neighbourhood events, and always was there when Wanda needed a shoulder to cry on.

She was lounging outside by the pool, a book in her grasp as and her third martini, half empty, on the table beside her. Occasionally watching the soft ripples of the pool water, and admiring the sunsetting in the distance, she took systematic sips of the mix of gin- she looked like art from afar, she looked so still, and calm. It was dark outside now, the sun had set, and the entire place was lit with artificial light, it was slightly colder, a breeze in the air, it was quieter too, significantly- there wasn't sounds of children playing, or plates and glasses clinking, or loud chatter.

You were admiring her from the bar, although from where you were, you could barely see her, you wondered what was going on in her head, she looked so deeply enthralled by the book, you wondered what she was reading, what she was thinking of, and after you cleaned the bar you walked over to her. 

She had noticed you walk over almost immediately, she smiled softly as you sat beside her on the lounge chair.

“Would you like a refill?” You asked, smiling softly at her.

“No thank you.” She replied, her eyes barely looking up at you, seeming she was engulfed by her book, you began to turn around and walk away.

"Is this an aspiration of yours?" She asked, her eyes pierced into yours, you suddenly felt nervous under her gaze.

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, not understanding what she meant.

"To work as a bartender, is this what you want to do?" She now moved the book beside her, after folding the page corner delicately.

“No- I want to become a nurse- it’s a dream of mine" You replied, suddenly feeling vulnerable talking about things so personal to you.

She moved over to the edge of the seat, placing her book down- you took it as an invitation to sit on the opposite lounge chair facing her. She rubbed the skin on the nape of her neck, her head tilted as she observed you.

"So why aren't you a nurse?"

"University is expensive and so is rent- I can't really afford the whole dream yet.” You laughed, uneasy, drowning in student loans wasn’t your dream- and your idea of getting to your dream career seemed so simple when you were eighteen and mapping out the next three years of your life, never did you expect it to be so costly.

"And I don’t know- I’m kind of scared, that I won’t be a good enough nurse, or what if I fail- then everything, all this work will be for nothing."

She placed her hand on your thigh, a seemingly innocent gesture to any viewers of this event, but to you it caused you to feel all kind of ways that weren’t so innocent.

“Well I think you’d be a great nurse” She replied, her eyes fluttering to meet yours, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“Thank you.” You spoke, lowering your head as a blush crept onto your cheeks, she bit her lip, as you looked up, you noticed a man waiting at the bar, you got up.

"I have to go- customers waiting." You said, you looked back at her, hating the idea of cutting the conversation short, but fortunately...

"Oh." She looked over, noticing the man in a suit, sitting at the bar, looking around like he was searching for a bartender. "I need another drink too, I'm almost out." She picked up her glass.

"You usually leave before the sun sets, are my martinis that good tonight in particular?" You asked. She smirked, her eyes on you, as the two of you walked over to the bar.

"Something like that." She responded. "You know my schedule, and here i thought you were to busy to notice."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at her, how could she possibly think you didn't notice her.

She laughed at your reaction, and took a seat at the bar, as you began taking the mans drink order, and making it- she propped a hand under her chin as she observed you, you blushed, feeling her eyes on you.

"Martini?" You asked Wanda, after handing the drink to that man, who was now walking away from the bar.

"No, actually- I'd like a manhattan."

"I'm either horrible at showing someone I'm interested in- that I'm interested in them, or you don't notice my desperate hints that I'm interested in you." She suddenly blurted out, as you poured the concoction of liquors into a glass.

You glanced at her, completely shocked, your mouth slightly agape, eyes wide- you hadn't realised for a second that she was interested, yet alone attracted to you. Here you were, moping around, crushing over a woman who believed was simply a crush, unattainable in any way- and here she was revealing that all this time she felt the same.

"Sit down" She instructed, her teeth grabbing the cherry on the cocktail skewer and bitting into it, you poured yourself a glass of wine and took a seat beside her.

Then her hand dropped down, purposely brushing against your breasts and down, until they rested on your thigh. She then went to sip her drink, and after she swallowed it, she turned to you again.

“Are you- dating anyone?” She took a pause before saying.

“No- well, I had a girlfriend, but we broke up.”

“Why is that honey?”

“She- wasn’t there when I needed her.” You looked away from Wanda, swallowing the bittersweet memories, as you recalled your breakup with your ex. “We argued a lot.” You forced a smile. Wanda watched you her elbows propped on the bar as she rubbed the nape of her neck.

“I’m sorry.” She responded, however the empty place in your heart made her bite back a smile.

“What about you?” You asked- you had assumed she was married, but perhaps that wasn't the case.

“I’m well- it's complicated- we just naturally came apart, the ‘spark’ just- disappeared. It was tough at first, we have two boys- twins, Tommy and Billy, so co-parenting was rough” Wanda said, her eyes glimmered at the mention of her sons, but something was telling you that wasn't the full story as she fiddled with her fingers- her eyes avoiding yours.

She played with her necklace, then after she gulped down the last ounce of whiskey and placed her hand on your thigh again. And as she did, you noticed the glimmering of a beautiful diamond ring wrapped around her ring finger. She then looked at her wristwatch, and atlas it was your shift end time.

“Y/N.” She started. You turned your head to look at her, an eyebrow raised as you hummed in response.

Maybe it was the drinks or her inability to control herself anymore around you, but Wanda felt her heart race in excitement during the conversation. Your shyness, your blushing, the sly flirting- it all pointed to the signs, the confirmation that this wasn’t one sided- but then again, this could just be the effect of the liquor, but she was so confident right now, and usually she was so tense. Then, her hands wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer, and then she leaned in, till her lips were on yours.

Her lips moved against yours slowly, and softly. You felt her smile into the kiss, as you placed a hand on her cheek, your lips moving rhythmically against each others, fitting perfectly- like you two were meant for each other. You hated the loss of contact when she suddenly moved away from you, your eyes fluttered open to meet her glimmering ones, a relaxed expression on her face- her shoulders not as tense as they were before, it seemed like she had been nervous all this time, and you had just now noticed.

“Would you like to come to my place? I can cook you something.” She offered, your heart began to beat a little faster as you processed what had just happened. You had just kissed Wanda. However, that glimmering ring on her finger, and the realisation of reality fought with the desire to accept her invitation.

“Oh, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t want to disturb-"

“The boys are at my aunts, please- it would be nice, a chat between two friends” She spoke, flashing a smile.

“Wanda-“ You stated warningly “I can’t-“

“Why can’t you, honey? Come on-“ She spoke, getting up and placing her bag on her shoulder.

"I-"

"Your shift is over, and you must be hungry- come- I promise I don't bite."

You bit your lip and finally gave in.

Wanda’s home was beautiful, it was rustic, and cozy and upper-class. She had the best kitchen-aid, and a wide screen TV, and expensive decor throughout the home- you wondered if she decorated the place, because if she did, she had an eye for interior design. On the outside her home looked like those rustic, family vacation ones, the types that would charge you thousands for a nights stay.

She poured you a glass of wine, after placing the set of keys and her bag by the front door in their appropriate places.

“Taste it.” She instructed, handing you the glass, her hand on your lower back, guiding you over to the kitchen- which was connected to a lounge room.

You took a large sip of it.

“When you drink the wine, savour the taste instead of just drinking it.“ She said.

“Oh.”

“Like this-“ She demonstrated. “It tastes so much better”

You mimicked her, and she smiled as you obediently copied her. You hummed as you tasted it.

“It’s good isn’t it?”

“Yes-“ You hummed out.

She walked closer to you, placing her wine glass on the counter.

“What does it taste like?” She asked, her eyes darkened as you drank more of the wine.

As the flavour danced on your tongue, you heard a buzzing sound in the air, and the air suddenly became thicker.

“Like cherries- and blackberries”

“Hmm” She hummed, savouring it-

“I thought it tasted like cranberries- and strawberries, perhaps a little coffee” She shook the glass slightly, watching the liquid dance around inside.

“Can I try?” She asked.

“Yes-“ you were almost to hand her your glass, assuming she wanted to try the wine. But then she bent down over to you, placed her lips on yours, licking your bottom lip. And then humming as she parted.

“I taste cherries now-“

You looked at her stunned, your cheeks pink then you stood up, highlighting your height difference with hers- you then kissed her, your hands on her cheeks, your body flushed against hers, her hands wrapped around your waist, keeping you close.

You sat on her lap now, her lips placing messy kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. Her thumb pulled your lower lip softly, her green eyes darkening, your heart was racing, and when she smirked you wondered if she could hear how embarrassingly fast it was beating. She then leaned in, hungrily kissing you, her hands travelling underneath your shirt in the process, cold jewellery causing you to shiver as it scraped against your skin. Your whole body tingled, and she tasted like cherries and strawberries.

Her hands travelled from your cheeks to your hips, her eyes fluttering down to watch as you desperately grinded yourself against her knee, she groaned as she guided your body, earning a moan from your mouth. 

Your arms hung loosely around her neck as the two of you clambered into the bedroom- practically falling over multiple times in the process, her hands grabbed handfuls of your ass before she pushed you onto the bed, and you wondered if this is the way she usually was, rough and hungry, or if it was the alcohol talking. She climbed on top of you.

You pulled off her top, your body arching in reaction to her moans, you kissed her shoulder, your legs parted as she pushed herself against you, her hands wrapped around the curves of your waist, nails lightly scraping your skin. Her lips dragged from your stomach to your inner thighs, placing messy kisses on the skin in the process, till suddenly two fingers entered you, you grinded against them but you didn’t need to when she increased her pace and started hitting deeper parts of you you never knew could be reached. You moaned out, throwing your head back as your eyes fluttered shut, her free hand wrapped around your neck, as her fingers started pumping in and out of you at a faster pace.

"You sound so pretty when you moan for me." She cooed, her lips against your neck again, this time she was leaving dark, red marks on the skin, and butterflies in your stomach. The feeling of her lips against your skin and her fingers inside of you, paired with her hand around your neck was enough to send you over the edge.

She then placed her fingers in her mouth, her eye contact with you strong, your hands were on her shoulders still gasping from the climax you’d just had, your legs shaking. One of her hand was on your thigh, drawing circles on it.

“You taste so good” She whispered in your ear, you shut your eyes as you felt chills through your spine at her words.

The next coming days you found yourself sneaking around with Wanda- you both mutually agreed it would be in yours and hers best interest if you kept this- private. Wanda said it was because the other women would whisper, and she didn't want the boys to know from them, and it wouldn't be the best look for either of you, especially you, working in a place full of people who knew Wanda- she wanted to keep her pristine reputation, and you didn't mind it at first- because she assured you that in a few months she'd let people know gradually. But as the weeks would go by, and her husband began making appearances at the country club- along with her sons, you knew everything wasn't as it seemed- that Wanda wasn't just keeping you a secret to avoid startling her sons.

It was a beautiful sunny day, the sun rays kissed your exposed skin, and as you walked over to hand drinks out to the locals, your eyes locked onto a pair of green eyes across the pool and over by the tennis court. Wanda looked nervous, fidgeting with her rings as she looked away quickly- you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

As you returned to the bar to collect another round of drinks to pass out- you looked over to Wanda, and your heart sunk at the sight, Wanda looked uncomfortable, but her arms were around her 'ex-husbands', as he leaned in intimately and kissed her. You watched, mouth agape, and it felt like you had frozen in time for a second as you watched him smile widely, and then look back at his sons who were playing on the tennis court. Wanda looked over, I guess she didn't expect you to be watching cause she had to do a double take- her eyes wide as she looked back at you.

[witchywandaaa]

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥...

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — w𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴?

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟏.𝟒𝗸

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ — 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴- 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

She looked out the window, a cup of black coffee in hand and the sun rising in the distance. She never thought a job this stressful could yield so much peacefulness- she was expecting more chaos, as that’s what she was used to as an officer, but no, being a fire watcher was zen compared to all the chaos patrolling had. Her eyes flickered to her vibrating phone, a caller she never thought would call- her lips couldn’t help but curl up, and then she reached over, grabbing the device and hesitating before tapping the accept button.

“Hello?” She asked, waiting, heart racing for your voice on the other end.

“Hi” You replied, you sounded like you had to take a long breath before replying, like talking to her made you breathless- your own heart raced, calling her felt like a mistake now, a reckless and random thing to do on a Tuesday morning, yet a fight with your heart your brain was loosing to.

She leaned forward, her brown boots tapping against the wooden floors of her new home- her teeth bitten down on her plump slightly chapped lips, holding the phone closer to her ear as she drank in the soft sounds of your voice, her eyes shutting and a smile forming.

“I wanted to call- to see how you were, you know- since the whole thing?” You didn’t know how to phrase it to not pull on any heartstrings, not to your knowledge, but you were pulling each heartstring in her heart, the sound of you caring, the sound of your nervousness made her heart beat a little harder, made her wish you were beside her saying this- because if you were, she imagined her hands caressing your cheek, and then kissing you so softly, you’d wrap your arms around her neck and beg her to kiss you more.

“I’m good. The view is beautiful from 40 feet up. How are you?”

“I’m okay- I miss you.” You said nervously- almost in a whisper. Unbeknownst to you, she couldn't help but smile widely as she heard your words.

You wanted to surprise her, truly, but now you were lost, as you went to say something- the call ended, and you tried to recall her, however, you were met with the 'call failed' response. The sun was beginning to come down, and you were trying to change your staggering breathing to a normal pace- practicing breathing exercises to not freak out completely. Your whole body burned, and your heart raced, till suddenly you couldn’t help but sob. You were lost in the woods.

Of course your cell didn’t work,  and when you looked at the signs, you couldn’t decipher them as they were absolutely destroyed and decayed, fading numbers and letters.

You saw a flickering light in the distance, and you followed it as your only hope, till you began running, absolutely panicked, on the verge of tears. Perhaps you wouldn't be in this situation if you had prepared rather than just getting into your car and driving hours with no gear. You gasped as you lost your footing and tripped over a branch you couldn’t see as it became way more dark then it was a minute ago.

“Fuck!” You cried out, holding your knee as blood dripped down from a long oval-shaped wound. Your entire wasn't fit to protect you from the forest, expecting the fire-tower would be easy to spot, but now you were in a forest, at night, with no idea of your surroundings, in a dress, in boots that were purely fashion, and you didn’t bring anything sustainable for hiking or for 'lost in a forest' use. You brought a backpack with a bottle of water, that was a quarter full, a notebook, some products, Wanda's favourite chocolate, and your phone- but you were doomed, you could possibly only survive a few days, maybe a week, that was if there wasn't any bears in the forest.

A slither of hope was returned as you trecked along, noticing that the speck of light was actually a facade to a massive wildfire, a wildfire that was quickly building, and surrounding you. You looked around, trying to find a way out of it- an untouched route by the fire. You managed to find a small opening, surrounded by trees, you ran through.

You then saw her, and yelled out her name, she ran towards you, and you smiled in relief before collapsing in her arms.

“What are you doing here?!” She blinked a few times- taken aback by you suddenly being here, in front of her. Her grasp was tight around your body, the perfect remedy to the panic you were just in.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry- I was trying to surprise you! This wasn’t supposed to happen- I got lost- I” You rambled, as tears fell onto your cheeks, you still felt the buzzing feeling of adrenaline coursing through your body, but as her hands wiped your cheeks gently, and her eyes were on yours, her smile big- you felt at ease. You missed her.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you're okay-” She reassured you, her hand caressing your cheek.

You smiled wearily, her eyes widened as she looked down noticing the cuts on your legs, and your bruised knees.

“We need to get you some hiking clothes, hmm? She tried to lighten the mood, and you laughed, of course you laughed, she was charming and you were so in love.

“Let’s go” Her hand wrapped around your waist as she guided you towards the tower.

“What about the fire?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you peered over your shoulder- the flames roaring in the distance causing thick smoke to be swirl around you and Wanda, sirens heard in the far distance.

“They’ve got it, we just spot them baby."

You woke up to the sun glaring through the large windows, kissing your skin, kissing your naked body, not as greatly as her though. The bed was slightly bigger than a single, but not big enough to be classed a double; you two were practically crammed into it, but it helped when the nights were cold and you two were relying on a small fire furnace for heat.

Her arms were wrapped around your body, her jaw resting on your shoulder, her front pressed against your back, and the flannel-like blankets held you two in place. Suddenly, your body jolted as you heard static from the radio and a male voice from the other end.

“Maximoff, Maximoff do you copy?” He asked.

Wanda groaned, her grip released from your body, and you rolled your eyes, already hating the man from the other end, who was ripping your wife away from your grasp.

You watched Wanda crawl out of bed, and rub her eyes as she sat at the desk and pressed the button to the radio. “I copy, I’m here- what do you need?” She asked, her voice raspy and groggy. She looked over, realising you were awake, and threw you a lazy smile with half-closed eyes.

You smiled back, and got up yourself, wrapping the sheets over your body, as you went to brush your teeth, and started to brew the two of you coffee.

“Hope you had a great night. The deliveries for more supplies are today, I need you to go down at 7 am and collect them.”

“Okay, thanks." Wanda responded, her hand releasing from the button as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

“Alright- you two be good.”

“Can’t promise anything." Wanda smirked, her eyes travelling towards you- who stood by the coffee pot yawning.

She walked behind you, then pulled your body closer to hers as she kissed your neck. Her lips grazed over your jaw as her hands rested on your hips, you grabbed her hands just as they went to unwrap you from the sheets.

“Baby-“ you whined.

“How about we stay in bed for longer, we have an hour before 7" She hummed, her voice raspy in your ear, sending shivers down your body.

You turned in her arms and placed a kiss on her lips, she leaned in for more, but you moved your head away, she frowned.

“Don't you have a job to do Maximoff? The fires aren't going to watch themselves.“ And just as she grabbed your hair and tried to pull you back in so she could kiss you- you slipped out of her grasp.

She rolled her eyes smiling, and you walked over to sit down on a wooden chair with your coffee in hand, wearing one of her shirts now. She walked over to you, and suddenly got onto her knees in front of you, your breath hitched.

“W-what are you doing.” You raised an eyebrow, a light blush forming on your cheeks.

She took a hold of your leg, and then opened the first aid kit. 

“I need to clean your wounds- make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

“It’s not that big of a cut, I’m sure it will be fine.” You whined, as she began taking out things from the kit- you frowned as she picked up the bottle of antiseptic.

“It’ll only hurt for a second or too, and it’ll hurt more if you let it get infected- and then it will spread, and you’ll have to amputate your whole leg” She tried to scare you- it worked.

“Fine!- just get it over with.”

She tried to dab your skin with the solution as gently as possible, you hissed as it made contact, nails digging into the mattress. After cleaning the wound, she bandaged it up, disposing of the old bandage she messily made last night.

“Come here...” You called her, she bit her lip as she smiled, walking over. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her onto the bed.

[witchywandaaa]

𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘩

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘜𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨- 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦-𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥...

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢!!, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟮𝗸

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

She was too elegant, and glamorous. A presence that caused everyone in the room to whisper hushed compliments. You didn’t understand the passion, yes she had an expensive designer suit on, enhancing her status, the odd one out in the room, and she was really pretty, and successful- but she was just another ‘humble’ businesswoman, and perhaps it was simply the belief she had something hidden under this glamour that created you to believe she wasn’t all that she seemed. Or maybe you were already envious, you just didn’t want to admit it.

You forced a smile, when she bragged about her businesses- well your father had asked, but god she was so annoying and you couldn’t take your eyes off her.

“What about you Y/N, didn’t you say you were almost about to graduate? What are your plans?” She turned to you suddenly, causing your eyes to widen- the sudden attention on you caused you to get nervous. Why was she singularing you out?

“W-ell uh, I was hoping to go into Law, I have this internship, it’s- incredible. Yeah, I’m going to work for their firm” You nodded enthusiastically, trying to convince them, but mostly yourself that your dreadful time at University wasn’t for nothing.

“Honey, didn’t you say the internship was at some female empowerment group- do they have law firms?” Your mother intervened.

“Yeah, they do- they’re a- feminist g-roup, for helping women in… court” You struggled- the truth was there was no internship, there was no potential law firm you’d be employed into after graduation, and you weren’t studying to be a lawyer, it was all to make your family proud, and telling them the truth, that you were secretly studying journalism, would crush them. You were supposed to go in the footsteps of your cousin, who was a well-known lawyer, and becoming a journalist had no significance and was categorised as a waste from your parent’s perspective. 

“Oh, how lovely. I volunteered for something like that, it was a charity for women’s rights, it is so important, we’re thinking we’re going to get our boys to do one.” The redhead said, turning to her husband. He submissively nodded, agreeing with every word coming from her lips, why wouldn’t he, he was a 2, she was barely a 7, or maybe 8, or a 10. 

You had managed to slip out of the conversation and immediately made your way to the open window, shutting your eyes and taking in the cold breeze- you wanted to so desperately leave. This whole experience was draining socially and it had only been an hour…

You jumped when someone tapped your shoulder- “Oh, my you scared me!-“

Your eyes widened when she was standing there, Aubrey- Aubrey from high school, Aubrey you knew from your childhood, an Aubrey you were avoiding.

“Aubrey?!” You questioned, she looked older, more confident- less awkward, perhaps it was the dress she was wearing and that amused grin on her face.

“Yeah- hey Y/N. It’s been a while.” She said, you hugged her hesitantly, not knowing if it was too much- or if she even saw you in a friendly way after the breakup, but as you did you saw a set of green eyes on you, holding a glass of champagne, an unspoken tension between the two of you, even from across the room. She was pulled back into the conversation ahead and the occasional sips of champagne after her husband tapped her shoulder- and that oh-so-fake laughter.

“You should’ve called- I- didn’t know you were back in town.” You said- you had heard about her recent achievements, you didn't think she had time to attend the gathering, she seemed super happy.

“Well I did, lots of times, why didn’t you reply?” Aubrey replied.

“Wh-at —are you talking about?”

“You didn’t get the countless calls? Not even the text messages? Because I swore once it said read.”

‘That’s not true! I’ve called you many times, you never picked up.”

Her mother was now here, greeting you, smiling widely while she squeezed your cheeks, reminiscing how little you once were.

And then she was pulling you into the conversation with the blonde woman and your mother, Aubrey excused herself to take a work call, and you were idly, and very-awkwardly standing with Aubrey’s glass in hand.

“Aubrey looks great” your mother added suddenly, her eyes were on you. “You talked to her didn’t you- isn’t she a lawyer now?”

“Well, not yet- she’s still completing her training.” Her mother added.

“Oh, how incredible, maybe she can help Y/N when she’s done with the exams...”

“I’m sure she’d love to help a friend" her mother said, you smirked to yourself.

“Oh, was Aubrey the lawyer?” Wanda’s husband questioned.

“Yes honey, she seems so sweet, doesn’t she?” Wanda said sweetly, her eyes burning into you as you shifted uncomfortably.

“Aubrey is lovely, and smart too- and despite growing up with her Y/N is barely getting there…” Your mother joked laughing out, though it cut deep for you, and sounded condescending.

“Mom…” You said warningly. She stopped laughing- 

“Oh, I’m sorry honey-“

“I’m sure Y/N is good at other things,” Wanda added.

“Different things, yes” you shot back, your face stern, unbreakable.

“Like what?” She questioned, matching your gaze.

You swallowed, your eyes looking up at her as she smiled- ugh she was so good.

“Like- writing.”

“Oh- yes, she won many writing competitions, we have a little author on our hands but of course she will end up becoming a lawyer.” Your mother bragged.

“What do you write?”

“Many things, short stories mainly, sad ones, happy ones- romantic”

“Have you got any complete ones?”

“Hmm- not yet, I started writing this romantic story about these two people who shouldn’t have fallen in love, but they couldn’t help it, one of them is a self-obsessed person, and the other is a younger girl who by chance crosses paths with them."

She looked shocked at you, you were now the one smiling.

“And how does it end?” Aubrey was now here, she took the glass from your hands.

“Well, I think I’ll turn it into a murder ending- she ends up killing him, they’re always the easiest plot twists, and people love it.” You said, staring at Wanda with an amused expression.

“Oh- okay…” Your mother said, changing the subject at your sudden shift into something darker, she laughed nervously as Aubrey’s mother looked appalled. Wanda smirked, looking down, playing with the rings on her finger, trying to play it cool.

You excused yourself and made your way upstairs to the bathroom, but your quiet period was cut off when someone knocked aggressively against the door.

“One minute!” You yelled so they could hear you, but the knocking was persistent.  You sighed, quickly reapplying your lipstick and going to open the door to leave- you were pushed back into the wall when Wanda staggered in, her feet kicking the door shut as she towered over you. Green eyes burned into yours, an expression mixed with jealousy, and desire- sadness?

“Oh-“ You spoke out- not knowing what to do.

“You forgot your phone,” She said, smiling fakely again as she tilted her head- you avoided eye contact with her. You felt like if you looked at her in the eyes, you’d start blushing- embarrass yourself even more, you didn't want her to notice the effect she had on you. Her right hand held your cellular device, reaching out, just out of your grasp so you had to lean forward to grab it. Your heart was pounding in your chest, she was close enough that you could smell hints of vanilla and sandalwood on her skin- a familiar scent. A mix of anticipation and nervousness swirled inside you- she was confident, able to retain that strong, intimidating exterior you thought you could mirror.

“Thank y-ou,” You said, and as you went to grab the phone out of her hand, her fingertips pushed your chin up. The small gap between the two of you was closed as she leaned in, her lips colliding with yours- causing you to moan into the kiss at the sudden roughness of her pace- you were trying so hard to come across as intimidating, but here you were whimpering even at a slither of Wanda’s touch.

Her soft lips erased you, your hands trying to grab at her shoulders, her blazer, anything- as her pace quickened and the fight of your lips became unfair (when you couldn’t keep up with her) her lips then trailed onto your neck. A hand wrapped around your neck in order to gain further access as she painted your jaw with marks- marks that seemed to darken quicker than usual due to the roughness and her pace. You flickered your eyes shut, savouring the electrifying feeling of her touch, and the way her lips felt on your skin. Soon your hands were on her cheeks, tentatively, lips connected with her lips, a pair of hands lazily hung around your hips, you wondered how lucky her husband must’ve been, to get to kiss her like this whenever he wanted, and how you knew you’d probably never fully have her, not like he did. You wondered if you’d want her for the rest of your life, begging for it, but it would be completely unattainable.

When the sudden sound of knocking made you jump, she moved away from you, her eyes still lingering on yours- glimmering not with desire, but something deeper; when the person knocked again, she blinked a few times, like she was taken out of a trance. She sighed wiping the sides of her lips with her fingertips, clearly amused as her eyes trailed over your jaw and face.

“Aubrey is sweet and smart I’m sure she’ll help you cover that up...” She simply said, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, what was she talking about? Then she slipped out closing the door behind her, you heard her muffled voice outside talking to someone, it was Aubrey, chills to formed on your skin as you overheard them.

“Poor thing, she needed some aspirin- had a headache all day. She’ll be out soon…” She said, then walked away, her heels clicking on the ground, fading as you stood there, frozen, but finally felt like you could breathe again when you couldn’t hear the clicking anymore.

You breathed out, sitting down on the side of the bathtub trying to catch your breath.

Then, Aubrey knocked on the door- causing you to jump again.

“Y/N! Are you okay in there? Do you need me to bring anything? Water?” She sounded worried- you felt paranoid, what if she figured it all out? All it took was one individual to tell, and then your whole world would come crumbling down, she was married- it was cheating, and it didn’t make your case any better, having an affair with your father’s friend’s wife. This wasn’t a one-time thing, it was ongoing, if Aubrey figured it out, she’d figure out how you’d been living without a job- everyone was so amazed by how you had incredible pieces of jewelry and clothes, you always blamed it on thrifting, or borrowing it from friends, but the truth was Wanda and you had been seeing each other for months now. You had met on a dating site, and she immediately took a liking to you. When you found out she was married and wanted to keep you a secret- it wrecked you, but the possibility of never seeing her again was worse. She and you had an odd relationship- she would buy you stuff, take care of your rent, and in return, she’d take you out on dinner dates, ask you to come over to her office, and do unspeakable things to you. 

“No Aubrey- I’m fine! I’ll be out in a minute.” You called out.

“Okay…” She replied cautiously, she didn’t know what to do, she was being really sweet oddly- she didn’t want to overstep, she wanted to be friends with you again, like old times- that was clear by now, but why Wanda made that comment about her, made you confused.

You relaxed when you heard her walk away. Walking over to the mirror, you gasped at the sight you saw- your lipstick smudged, lipstick transfer marks on your neck- or, never mind, it was freshly made hickeys, freckled all over your neck. Luckily you had brought concealer… 

[witchywandaaa]

𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ —  𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘜𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦…

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — w𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟮.𝟴𝒌

                                                     𓆩⟡𓆪

She crept into your room at night, just past midnight. She’d always be wearing black, her skin pale, her figure long. She’d always slip into your pink comforter, her slender arms wrapping around you, always cold. Always causing you to shiver, and you'd shiver until her skin was warm from your body temp. She was so opposite to you, your room dressed up in pink, while she’s all black. She wasn't the talkative type, she was cold, distant, completely inaccessible to you, yet here she was, laying beside you.

She hums as her face is burrowed into your neck, and you freeze in place, not wanting her to go, not wanting to disappoint her.

When you wake up it’s usually the early morning, the sun has risen, its rays peaking into your bedroom through the gaps in the curtains. And she’s sitting on her side of the bed (well what was now claimed as her side, through frequent visitations), back against the headboard, bare legs crossed over, a cigarette between her fingertips, and the window slightly open letting cold gusts of wind in. She smiles when your eyes flutter open, although she’s not directly looking at you, she can feel your gaze on her.

She tells you about her day yesterday, and pulls you closer to her, pulling you in her lap, forcing you to try the cigarette. You hated when she smoked, the room would always fill up with second-hand smoke in the mornings, usually you'd cough a lot, but you were getting used to it, you were getting used to her rough antics. Then she’d kiss your neck, marking you and force your hips against her knee, making you grind against her needily. She was aggressive, hungry with desire whenever you'd see her- it was like she looked forward to spending her time with you, despite her cold tone and lack of positive affirmation.

She loves when you cry out her name, she loves when you're fucking yourself against her, she loves the warmth of your skin. You're her sweet escape.

Tonight was different however. You knew what she was, you didn’t want to admit in to yourself so your practically acted oblivious to it, to the stains of blood on her top, the way her eyes would flicker a shade of red, her overly pale complexion, never seeing her in the day…

She was late. It was 4 AM, and there was no sign of her. You looked forward to her presence, even if it terrified you sometimes, she was a person who was always so close to you yet entirely inaccessible. You felt like she was the only one who truly knew you. She was a stranger - despite all the shared kisses, the amount of nights you’d wake up smiling to her presence, and how your heart would ache if she wasn’t present, like it was right now - you couldn't recall a single personal thing about her. Despite her favourite colour, her hobbies, you couldn't recall her ever telling you about her childhood, or about her family, or her career.

You couldn’t sleep. It was sick, but you needed her cold skin against yours now. She was now a need for you, and not just a desire. Despite the amount of missed calls you sent her, she never seemed to pick up- and you began to worry if she was okay. You recalled how she wrote her address on a piece of paper after you expressed your trust issues one night, and after searching for a while you found it at the bottom of your drawer. The paper slightly aged, delicate, yet the red marker used to scribble out her digits were clear. You took a jacket and a basketball bat and and made your way out the house. 

The air was cold, your teeth clattering as you shivered, you were immediately filled with regret from not changing out of your nightdress when you had you wrap your arms around your body to try to retain some heat. You got into your car and began driving. 

Suddenly, the radio switched on, causing you to jump as static filled the air, then it slowly calibrated to a smooth jazz. You were felt with unease the entire ride to the place. Thoughts of worry, and despite your attempts to tell yourself that she was okay, it was always replaced with the worst case scenario.

You arrived at a daunting looking cottage buried in the forrest. It wasn’t too small, nor large but you hoped it was cosier on the inside then it looked from the outside. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, the cabin showed practically no signs of habilitation, perhaps it was the lack of lights from the outside, the unaccommodating sight of bordered up windows, or the fact that there were branches and leaves cascading around the front door making it almost impossible to get through. 

You knocked on the door, shivering, hoping Wanda was home, hoping she was safe.

The door suddenly creaked open as you were about to knock once more, a chill ran through your whole body when no one was on the other side. You stepped in. The foyer was dark, candles at the end of the hallway barely providing any light. You walked through, clutching your bat close, calling out Wanda’s name as your body shivered. For some reason, the house was colder inside.

You gasped as you noticed specks of blood on the floor, which became larger and larger as you followed it. You almost missed the trail at first— the droplets of blood morphing into a thin, dark line of blood the further you walked. It glistened in the sparse light. With each step, the trail thickened, droplets turning into larger pools, spreading out like sinister veins. The air grew heavy with the metallic scent of blood. In panic, you followed it down to the steps of the basement. Your heart racing; adrenaline coursing through your body, your breath staggering, the fast pace of your shoes hitting the wooden floorboards following the trail of blood, calling out Wanda’s name frantically, tears welding up in your eyes.

The blood trail stopped at the end of the basement hallway, in a large pool of dark red lay a gold necklace with a broken latch, it looked as if it was yanked from someone neck, you stopped, catching your breath as you looked around, confused, bewildered, like a deer in headlights. 

Then, the door to your left creaked open slightly, and you hesitantly stepped inside, holding you bat close. You were not expecting what met you on the other side. Your Wanda stood over a blonde woman’s body, her neck practically gouged out, Wanda’s hands covered in blood, her lips and chin covered in blood, dripping onto her leather jacket. Her head turned ever so slightly to catch your eyes, her eyes flickered red, then flickered back to those green eyes you knew all too well, and her expression changed from a smirk to a stunned expression.

“Wanda?” You whispered out, tears fell onto your cheeks, you shook, not from the weather but from fear. Her eyes widened, as she looked down at the scene, she didn’t ever want you to see what she was, she didn’t ever want to scare you.

“Don’t go.”

You then turned and ran, cries escaped your mouth as you tried, desperately, to escape the scene you’d witnessed, you wanted this all to be a sick nightmare, you wanted to wake up next to Wanda, Wanda who wasn’t this monster you had just witnessed.

An in-humanely strength grabbed your wrist, you cried out.

“Please, I won’t hurt you- stop!” She tried to convince you, but her attempts fell on deaf ears. 

As you tried to pry yourself away from her, she pushed you against a wall- you struggled against her as she held you in place, goosebumps formed on your skin, the feeling of the rough edges of brick against your bare skin, and the penetrating smell of blood filled your senses, along with the fear you felt.

“Don’t be scared of me krasivaya devushka (pretty girl).”

You looked up at her, your lower lip quivering with fear. You had stopped trying to escape, you were exhausted, mentally and physically- you knew trying to escape would be no use.

Her eyes darkened, fuck, you looked so good scared. Her lips crashed into yours, and her hands grabbed your hips, leaving bloody handprints on your nightdress. Your breathing was uneven, her lips made their way to your jaw.

You gripped her shoulders, as her hand grabbed your neck, her grip tightened as your body arched into hers. Wanda groaned, grabbing your hips and kissing your neck lightly.

Her hands pushed up the bottom of your dress rather aggressively, grabbing the material in one hand, keeping it up as she teased your centre with fingers. She looked at you, your tear covered rosy cheeks, your agape mouth, her hand dropped the fabric to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your hair so you she could place kisses on your jaw.

She suddenly pushed two fingers inside of you- and annoyingly your dress kept getting the way. Her hand was released from your hair as it went to your dress and tore it of your body,

As she leaned in to kiss you again, you noticed the woman's lifeless body again- causing more fear to course through your body. She turned you around, her hand wrapped around your hips, placing kisses on the nape of your neck to your collarbones, your back arched into hers, your head fell back against her shoulder- she dipped her head down, placing sloppy kisses on your jaw, letting out breathy grunts and moans as your body fit into hers perfectly.

"Oh!” You cried out, feeling her pace with two long fingers quicken. You grinded yourself into her as she worked her fingers on you. 

Abruptly, she added another finger, going deeper and faster, causing you to grab onto her arm as your eyes watered. You cried out and the sound’s coming out from her mouth increased as your legs started to shake. Once you came undone, your body felt limb, her hands around your body posessively as she praised you.

"I’ll take care of you baby, I'll keep your safe malsyh" she whispered as she kissed your shoulder blade.

                                            

                                                     𓆩⟡𓆪

-- (𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 @𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘴-𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳)

[bambiali]

[witchywandaaa]

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘝𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘧!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟭.𝟰𝗸

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

You took everyone’s eyes with the sway of your hips, your beauty, and your seductive expressions, everyone wanted you. Even with the job you did for a living, it was like no one could have you, you always remained mysterious and untouchable even to those to whom you provided intimate services. It was almost like you were untraceable, no one knew who you really were, they just knew you by the nickname 'Stargirl'. A nickname given to you by your boss Wayne. Wayne was a strange man, but he cared deeply about his girls, and you were one of them. Perhaps it was because you and the other girls were the ones who were funding his cocaine addiction and his son's college tuition.

Tonight, you made your appearance after days of not working at the club. You had an important event to go to, that's all people knew. As you walked off the stage, eyes followed you, guys trying to get past to ask you for a private dance, and potentially more, however, the muscular man dressed in black shades prevented them. "She's not doing private dances tonight, move along," He said.

As you made your way to the bar to take over Valerie’s shift, you noticed a woman with short hair, piercing green eyes, and tense shoulders, sitting, with a beer in hand and a wedding ring glimmering. Who was this? Why was she here? She was the odd one out in a crowd of unattractive men and very few women. She looked out of place, flung out of space. You were intrigued by her, she was so different from your normal group of customers, perhaps she was here for a bachelorette party?

You tended the other customers, but you felt her eyes on you throughout. When you glanced at her, she looked away nervously, her fingertips fidgeted with the wedding band as she looked around the club. Just then, her phone rang, and sighed as she saw the caller ID; she picked it up.

“Hi- yeah I’ll pick up the boys from Agatha’s in the morning.” She spoke, her voice highlighted exhaustion. “No- I’ll make sure to pick them up earlier. Okay, bye” After the call ended, she took a large sip of her beer. The call caused more questions to arise from you. You couldn't help but question her presence.

Then another woman, around her age walked over, sitting beside the green-eyed woman. “Loosen up a little, you’re not married anymore, have fun” the woman said, her accent had a tint of southern.

Wanda just looked back at her with an uncomfortable stare, fidgeting with her wedding band.

“Take it off- come on, don’t let it bind you to him, he doesn't deserve you” The woman was a good friend, you concluded from the slight eavesdropping you did as you poured shots and slid them over to Andy, a high tipper and a usual at the club.

“Sherry-" Wanda sighed, and then she looked over to you, you were already looking at her- you looked away quickly, and she definitely caught you eavesdropping.

She smirked to herself as your cheeks went pink- you were so confident up there on the stage, having this effect just by looking at you was making her feel good. You weren’t the shy type, it was obvious, but she oddly made you feel vulnerable, even after being half-naked in front of almost one hundred people.

Sherry looked at Wanda, and then she signaled you over. “Hey- hi, you’re a dancer aren’t you?”

“Yes?” You asked- these people were definitely newcomers.

“Do you give lap dances, my friend here needs one desperately, she hasn’t got laid for months now...”

“Sherry-!” Wanda started, looking at her warningly.

“Oh, I-“ You started, but were cut off.

“I’m so sorry about her-“ Wanda apologised, turning to her friend and giving her dagger eyes, who playfully hit her shoulder in attempt to break Wanda's tense posture.

“It’s okay, they’re $50, minus tips,” You said, watching her innocently. She looked back at you tilting her head- she overheard you just a couple minutes ago, your bodyguard saying you weren’t doing dances tonight, what made you change your mind?

Sherry smiled widely as she turned to face Wanda with a mischievous glint in her eyes, the truth was, Sherry was watching Wanda and she definitely noticed Wanda's nervousness and inability to look away from you while you were on stage- from knowing Wanda for years now, she could spot who Wanda was attracted to from a mile away.

“Wanda would love one” Sherry answered quickly before Wanda could answer for herself. You nodded, pouring out the contents of the shaker and then sliding the drink to another customer.

“Okay- follow me,” You said once you cleaned up the bar, you whispered to a woman dressed in a purple lingerie set and then she nodded and took your place at the bar, you pushed your tips into the hands of that bodyguard and then asked him to let Wanda through.

Wanda followed you as you walked towards the private rooms, it was a few hallways away from the main bar. Wanda's heart raced as she followed you, her eyes trying so hard to not view the sway of your hips as you walked, and perhaps it was because of the fact that Wanda hadn't touched or been touched in a few months now but she really need you. And once she sat down the bodyguard closed the curtains, but you two could still see his frame waiting outside.

“Do you want anything in particular?” You asked, your gaze was back on her. She looked up at you, nervous.

“Oh- I don’t know” She replied.

“Okay, that’s fine” 

You moved your body seductively, moving your ass, your hips, giving her a show. You placed your hands on her shoulders, and she tried so hard to keep her eyes on yours, but as you started swaying your hips, her eyes traveled down to the curves of your body.

The neon lights casted a shadow upon your body, only highlighting your curves furthermore, her eyes practically devoured your body, her eyes glazing down as you rolled your hips. Your lips parted as you noticed her state of arousal- you loved the validation of your customers enjoying your work, dancing was your form of art.

“Wow,” She whispered out.

You looked at her, and she looked back at you- the muffled bass of the music was intoxicating, and Wanda was just now feeling the effects of the beer she had just drank.

Her hands traveled to your hips as she noticed your sudden shyness, she smiled to herself. You rolled your body into her, letting your ass shake as her hands traveled to grab them.

“Sit on my lap- I want to feel you” She whispered. Your stomach filled with butterflies at her sudden confidence- you bit your lip as you placed your hands on her shoulders, slowly and seductively moving your body closer to her, you arched your back as she licked her lips.

You looked into her green eyes, and then she kissed you. As you two parted, you dipped your head to the crook of her neck.

“Do I turn you on baby?” You whispered into her ear, and she smirked. Then her lips were on your neck, peppering kisses causing you to bite your lower lip. Customers weren't usually allowed to touch you, but you didn't stop Wanda, and the bodyguard didn't notice.

You grinded your body into her, rolling your hips into her lap. Her hands then found the ends of your hair, and then she tugged at it, causing your head to fall back, and a moan to escape from your lips. Her grip on your hair was strong, her lips attacked your neck causing gasps from your lips.

“Do you let all your customers touch you like this? Hmm?” Wanda spoke, her tone was strict and slightly judgemental, and her hands were on your hips as you shook your ass for her.

“No, just you-” You breathed out.

As her hands traveled to your thighs, your breath hitched and you grabbed her hands, pushing them away, and just as you got up-

“Times up “ The bodyguard walked in, arms crossed as he watched Wanda with a stern expression. Your heart raced, you had never felt this intensely towards a customer- usually, they wanted you more than you wanted them. Your knees felt weak, and your skin missed the stranger's touch.

“You can hand the money to him-“ Just as you were about to turn to leave, she grabbed your hand, her touch was so soft, delicate, not rough like your usual customers. The bodyguard looked at Wanda warningly.

“Can I see you again?” Wanda asked, her eyes on yours, you froze in place. Her eyes were so hypnotising, and her touch gave you butterflies, it was so hard to say no and stick to the rules.

“My shift ends at 9,” you said, you walked away before Wanda could respond.

[witchywandaaa]

𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹, 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬-𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — 𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹?, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 (𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵!𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩!𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟮𝗸

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

The whole world was asleep, but you and Taylor weren’t. It was 2 am, and the two of you sat on the rooftop of Taylor’s childhood home, her family had invited you over for Christmas. You two were just now sobering up, and she was smoking a cigarette. You watched the way her green eyes watched the gentle tides of the ocean ahead, the way she’d take systematic huffs of the cigarette and then remove it from her lips for a few minutes before using it again. You hadn’t seen Taylor for years since your breakup. Why you suddenly were in her home beside her, was strange, but it felt like fate had led you here. If fate was her mother, who adored you despite not being aware of you and Taylor’s romantic relationship, she had to invite you over for Christmas once she found out you were in town. 

It was dark, but the streetlights gave the world around you a gold tint, and Taylor’s eyes illuminated the rest of your world.

“You didn’t call, text-“ she suddenly started, causing you to jump. She turned her head slightly, her eyes for the first time that late evening stared into yours, a gaze that caused your head to feel dizzy and your heart to run a little faster.

“Oh, you made it very clear you were done with me” you spoke, looking down, arms crossed.

“How so?” 

“You broke up with me for some hipster” you argued.

“I did not break up with you for some hipster” she laughed, shaking her head, and returning her gaze back to the scenery ahead.

“He was a friend- and- I overheard you at the concert, you said you didn’t feel I was your future” she added after a brief silence, her voice quietened as tears stung her eyes. She took a large puff of her cigarette, looking out into the abyss, sadness in her green eyes glistening.

Your eyes went wide- you didn’t think Taylor heard that- hell you didn’t even know she was there that night, you thought she ditched you for one of her weird Instagram friends to eat tofu at a bohemian, trendy up-and-coming restaurant.

“What are you doing with him- he’s not even your type” she spoke with an irritated face as she watched the ash fall from the cigarette onto the terrace.

“Well it’s been 5 years Taylor, I’ve changed, and the people I love have changed- and I don’t pick my relationships based on their follower count and what trends they follow!” You spoke out, Taylor rolled her eyes.

“Are you dating the brunette?” you asked after a brief silence, your voice lower.

She turned to you, you turned to her. You felt your heart race in your chest, you could hear each pound of your heart, contracting and relaxing, everything was suddenly slowed. The breeze was soft and kept pushing wisps of her light hair onto her face causing her to constantly push the strands behind her ear. Her eyes watched you, and her lips curled up. She shook her head, “No.”

You looked back at her, a smile forced its way to your face, and you looked down with guilt.

“I never stopped loving you” she spoke, looking away like she was embarrassed she was revealing this. “I never- stopped.” She repeated, biting her lip as she looked at the scenery ahead to avoid your reaction- because right now she wasn't regretting telling the truth but was regretting the effect it could have on how you perceived her. All this time of avoiding you, and posting all kinds of videos and images on her Instagram, was to make her seem like she was thriving in life. She knew of her influencer title, and she knew you were one of the many who viewed her content, and by telling you the truth, that facade, that blanket that covered all the truth was ripped away and she felt exposed. She didn't like feeling exposed, she loved control, that's something you knew well about Taylor.

You watched her with a glint in your eyes, shocked, blushing, your heart ignited and you felt as if the colour was brought back to your black-and-white world.

“Neither did I” you suddenly spoke, her head shot towards your direction, her eyes looked sad, her lips were parted in confusion, trying to decipher you because just a few seconds ago she was convinced your heart belonged to another. She thought it was one-sided, that you had moved on, that you didn’t think of her like she thought of you.

“Come here” she spoke out, gesturing you over. You moved closer to her, both a smiling mess as you felt that once-love you had for each other, those comforting winter nights by her side were a core memory of yours, and since then no lover has matched the passion you had for her, and she had for you.

She rested her head on your shoulder, sighing into your touch. You wrapped an arm around her, and she bit her lip, closing her eyes as she focused on the feeling of you, the warmth of your hold, the wisps of cold wind that massaged her skin, your presence- she didn’t know how long it would last till you go home to your committed lover, and she didn’t want the moment to end.

“You were my first and my favourite, I could never stop loving you“ you spoke, watching as her eyes flickered open and she turned her head to look at you. You smiled, and she took your hand in hers, you found yourself playing with those gold jewel rings she wore (jewellery she was sent by a small business in L.A she was promoting), a habit that hadn't been cured with time apart, she blushed and found herself melting into your touch once more.

“I think you’re my soulmate” She whispered out.

“Taylor-” you started, looking back at her with a sad expression- she knew you were getting married, why would she say that, why now?

“No one feels like you. No one can replace you” she suddenly admitted, her eyes full of optimism and blind love.

You looked at her with wider eyes, your heart raced and her hand found your chin.

“You’re so beautiful- you were supposed to be mine” she whispered, her eyes started to fill with tears, and when she blinked they escaped out. You watched her with furrowed brows and sad eyes she pressed her lips to yours, her hand delicately holding your chin up, trying to keep your lips on hers, for eternity, if it was possible...

You grabbed the back of her head, continuing the kiss further, not wanting the warmth of her touch to go, not wanting her to go. Her hand rested on your thigh, drawing circles on your skin, pushing up your dress; you felt the cold breeze on your skin.

Her hands gripped at your hips, her eyes traveled down your body possessively, and then flickered back to meet your eyes.

“I need you, Taylor, please” You whispered out, feeling a blush on your cheeks at your own desperation to be touched.

She leaned closer to you, her body pressed to yours, and after she placed a kiss on your lips, her lips ghosted your lips “Say it again, beg for it”

“Please Taylor, fuck me- I need you-” You begged, your larger, dilated pupils looking up into hers.

“You’re so fucking sexy” She whispered out, her lips crashed into yours.

You moaned out when you suddenly felt two fingers plunge into you, you were so focused on the euphoric feeling of her lips on yours that you didn’t notice she had already had her fingers inside of you. Her thrusts were deep and slow, but caught speed with the more sounds you made.

She bit her lip as she watched your euphoric face, and you grabbed onto her wrist, guiding her fingers.

“Taylor!” You yelped as stronger hands pushed your hands away, and a pair of fingers fucked you rougher. You covered your mouth trying not to alert any neighbours of what was occurring just above their heads.

Once you came down from your climax, she lit another cigarette, and you eventually caught your breath and got lost in your serotonin state- watching the moon.

After a brief moment of silence, your smile faded when you heard what Taylor said.

“You’re going to marry him, aren’t you?” She spoke out, her face angrier, sadder, her eyes searing into yours.

After a brief moment of silence, you finally spoke. “…Yes” you whispered out, you felt like you heard her heart shatter at that moment. She looked away and tried to hold in the tears that were forcing her to fall once again. 

“I’ll never get to be with you again, will I?” She questioned, hoping you’d say no, hoping you’d abandon your fiancé for her. You felt tears fall onto your skin, frustration, confusion, and sadness stained your flushed cheeks.

“Did I mess it all up? Didn't we have something, because fuck- I still think of you so fucking much, and I really hate that I can’t wake up beside you like I did”

“I’m sorry Taylor,” you said, unable to say anything other than ‘sorry’. 

“Can you stay the night, please?” Taylor says, wiping her tears. She got up, and you looked towards her with furrowed brows.

“Taylor-“ You started warningly, tilting your head as you watched her still full of hope.

“Come with me, I want to show you something” She spoke, lending you a hand as you two got off the roof and into the home. ‘Blue Velvet’ by Bobby Vinton was playing on the vinyl, and the house was dimly lit by the Christmas tree and the expensive decorations scattered across the rustic furniture. The house’s occupants and your husband were in the games room, playing, laughing, and chatting. 

Taylor led you to her room, that oh-so-familiar room, that she snuck you into. It was exactly like it was in high school, and now you understood her mother kept it like that, perseving the memory of her now-adult daughter. You wiped away your tears, that nostalgia hit you and instead of making you sad of what ended, it made you happy- because those memories you made with Taylor were things that you cherished and were appreciative to have experienced.

“Wow-“ You whispered, she turned her head, smiling at your response. 

“The things we did in this room” She spoke. You found yourself drawn to the record shelf, browsing through it and finding the vinyl you’d always play here. 

You plucked the vinyl record from the case, it was in almost perfect condition, you then placed it upon the player.

“Do you remember that night after the Prom“ she started, and so did the vinyl. 'Silver Springs' began playing.

“Of course I do” you laughed, recalling it. “I think I still have the dress I wore, I think it still has the rips in it”

She looked at you, her eyes darkened.

“And then you kissed me for the first time- right here- and then” you stood at that spot, right in front of the door, and she stepped closer to you.

Your breath hitched as she moved closer to you, her hands on your hips. The music sounded like it faded, till you two were left with the sound of your hearts racing, and the heavy breathing. Her eyes stayed on yours. Your lips crashed into hers.

Her hands went to touch your skin, to hold you.

“Taylor- I can’t...”

“Please” she kissed your neck, then your jaw. “Just one night”, her hands grabbed at your body, pulling you closer- but this time as she touched your skin, her touch was rougher, more experienced, and the look in her eyes was more serious, like she knew what she wanted, unlike years ago, like she had never stopped loving you all these years.

Then, pushing you further onto the bed you shivered to the touch as she placed kisses on your lower stomach. Taylor fell beside you, and you pulled her closer as she pulled the covers over the two of you. She rested her head on you as her eyes flickered shut.