#I don't think it helped that i was listening to that creepy cover of sweet dreams but ltjdlsmsk

[konigsblog]

orla pls anything w stalker!könig hehehe love u 🩷

stalker!köng and some headcannons ... 18+ dub-con, yandere behaviour, creepy behaviour.

stalker!köng and his fascination with your legs. i truly believe könig is a thigh man, but he just can't get enough of your legs in general. god, it'll keep him up at night, fisting his thick cock as the downright disgusting things he's fantasing about; whether that's ruining you till you're an obedient engel for him, or having your legs wrapped around his head with his tongue dragging back and forth between your slit.

he barely knows you, or atleast you think so. you don't know how he spends the majority of his night pumping and stroking himself, looking through your album of nudes after hacking into your camera roll... you're so sweet to him, and these photos are filthy, perfect material to fuck and fist his dick to...

stalker!könig who's socially awkward. he's not the best with conversations and always tries to listen instead of speak. but, when you come up to him and hand him a fresh batch of cookies you'd made, he just can't help but stare at you with a creepy and cruel smile that almost makes you hesitant to go into his house like offered.

but, being kind, you do. his house is average, it's like any other house in the neighborhood. sitting beside you on the couch and letting you talk about whatever you wish whilst covering his crotch with a pillow, ignoring his strained bulge while you continue to talk. he doesn't notice how wide and terrifying his eyes are; yet, he notices how uncomfortable and weirded out you are, hushing you before eerily leaning in and gripping your wrist with a painful grip.

you wince. the taller male giving you an almost grin as he begins shifting closer. any attempt to wriggle your way out is useless as he continues to get closer till you're sat on his lap and feeling his prominent bulge against your pussy, with his large arms pulled around your waist and cupping your ass.

honestly, you want to cry from discomfort, feeling like mice are nibbling at your skin. his head tilted to the side as he keeps you still with a firm grasp. “'s alright, schatzchen.” you notice how cold and horrifying his tone is, how eerily silent he is as he runs his eyes and hands all over your poor body, fingers dipping into your skirt, finding their way into your panties...

#orla speaks #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig #könig x reader #könig mw2 #konig x reader smut #konig x you #konig x reader #konig mw2 #cod konig #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere

[duckchu]

Heartsteel Kayn with a cute idol reader <3

How did it even come to be? Y/N, the nations sweetheart and...Kayn. Well, you were working on a track for your solo debut with Yone around the time of Kayn joining Heartsteel and he noticed you were at their apartment pretty often, sometimes even proving yourself useful by accidentally triggering some of Aphelios's pranks meant for the band members, like the classic water bucket on the door, which also made him see you in wet hair which...let's say haven't left his mind for a long time. But as you eventually stopped coming after the song was finished he...started missing you. He couldn't believe it, you two barely exchanged words, though he often saw you hanging out with Ezreal in their shared room as you two were friends back from the days when your promotions would collide and you would meet at variety shows together.

Eventually he asked Ezreal for your number and you two started exchanging text messages, which weren't really intresting at the beginning, but later on became the best time of the day for Kayn

He loved your wit and how you could actually stand him. He couldn't help but eventually develop feelings for you. He couldn't believe himself. He was falling for...You! A sickly sweet idol girl who's just as annoying as Ezreal. Yeah, that's what you are...not a witty person to talk to. Not at all.

After this he stopped responding to your texts and avoiding you. You didn't know why. You decided to go to Heartsteel's apartment to meet up with Ezreal and talk about it to him. As you entered his room, you noticed he wasn't there. Neither was Kayn. They're probably busy, you thought to yourself as you sat down on Kayn's bed. You could go to Yone, who was downstairs in the living room, but that would probably be awkward. So you wait for Ezreal. And you wait. And you wait...

After honestly not a long, just boring time, the door opens, revealing Kayn. You look at him, trying to hide the hurt in your eyes as he barely spares you a glance.

- What are you doing here? - he asks, cold tone hiding the oh so warm feelings he has for you.

- Waiting...for Ezreal...- you looked on your shoes, thinking of how much you wanted to just hug him right now

- Well he'll be out for a long time - you feel the bed under you dip as he sits down next to you. After his cold treatment for the past week, you were surprised that he wanted to get close to you. You decided this was your only chance to speak up.

- Why...Why are you ignoring me?- He smirked. He smirked! This smug bastard!

- Ignoring you? I'm talking to you right now - What you didn't know was that he was covering his nervousness. He wanted to speak to you so bad, but you were just...making him too soft.

- YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!- you were so mad right now, which he thought was really cute

- Listen... You're just making me too soft...- He tried not looking you in the eyes, but you grabbed his face

- What do you mean?- You looked so puzzled...He wanted to kiss you so bad right now. So he did. He connected your lips and laid you down on the bed, making you question his intentions

- This. You're making me feel so...- He trailed off, looking at your cute, confused face

- Kayn...-

- I know you don't want a person like me.- He looked almost mad at himself for this.

- No...I do- You grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss.

Now for the actual relationship

When it wasn't out yet, everyone was surprised at the change in both of yours behaviour. You seemed even cuter on stage, as if something magical has happened overnight while he became even more rowdy, secretly wanting to impress you.

Then in one interview he said that he had someone in mind when asked for ideal type and basically started describing you. Everyone in the room was kinda shocked when they realised (except for the other members of course, they already knew) and it leads to an avalanche on stories about how you two were a thing, how he was a creepy stalker, even that you were pregnant with his child? You didn't expect this at all, you weren't really used to having so much press about you released at once. It was overwhelming but also you were grateful that your relationship was partially out, since hiding it was starting to become tiring, especially with Kayn insisting on going out almost every night, since it would be harder to catch you two. While you liked those dates, they really messed your sleep schedule and you were practically running on energy drinks.

After the public became aware of your relationship, you got the toxic "leave my pookie bear" comment or two, but it wasn't noticible and Kayn always made sure you knew he loves you more than his fans.

You could also visit him more freely! And after some time both the public and your fans loved the "opposites attract" dynamic you two had.

You also started secretly putting cute accessories on Kayn's clothes, which he only started noticing after you went all out and put a pink ribbon on his collar. He was mad and chased you in Heartsteel's apartment with Aphelios recording.

#this is shit but whatever #league of legends #heartsteel #league of legends x reader #lol #lol x reader #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel kayn #kayn x reader #shieda kayn #kayn

[mrhowells]

Smallville 5x06

"How you ever had a crush on Richie Cunningham, I will never understand."

I'm actually so easy to please

"And Lois... *laughs* I'd do anything to get rid of Lois."

but thinking about how annoying she is makes him laugh, soooooo... she's a good influence, I rest my case😌😌

Jonathan knows too, like-

Chloe & Lois as an investigative duo are actually really fun

Lex really lives in Jonathan's head rent free💀💀

ohmygoooooddd

MOTHER.

"She's here to dance."

Chloe really threw Lois under the bus like that I'm cryingsjakjsha

the struggle is real💀

SOOOOO let's see if Jonathan actually apologizes when it turns out Lex didn't do anything

CLARKFNKLJFDISLYS

COVER YOUR EYES SWEET SUMMER CHILD

Lois x bisexual lighting I LIVEEEE

they did that for me😭😌

"I'll have a coke😇" ... "S- straight up, on the rocks.😤"

JAkhsshfdlskaBOOBOO WHAT ARE YOU-

I just choked on my ice cream

LMAOOOOOO bless his heart

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PART 2 I'M CRYINDHSGFJFKD

I'm really not ready for what's about to go down here😭😭

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKEEE MEEEEEEE🎶

Someone needs to go to jail for that music choice💀💀

TOM WELLING YOUR FACE JOURNEYS. LET ME SAY THANK YOU KING🙇‍♀️

this is history in the making. absolutely iconic.

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS WRONG LIKE MEEEEEE🎶🎶

i do wish she was my girlfriend actually they're so right

aaand she's getting into it

ON MY FUCKING KNEES FOR HER MA'AM YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE PLEASEEEE

he's kind of giving me:

PLEASEWSWKRJWOPQP

EVERY SINGLE FRAME OF THIS IS SO FUCKING ICONIC LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY??

it's okay bb, we're all looking respectfully right now

💀💀💀THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PT.3

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP THIS BEAN

kshadjwka his fight or flight is kicking in😭😭

"What are you doing here?" "What are YOU doing here?"

story of their life fr

the struggle has never been more real, pray for Clark💀

.

they did that.

smallville writers really did that.

legend behaviour if you ask me

i would like to take this moment and say thank you.

"I've never been in a position where people look up to me."

This is such a silly statement, Jonathan is literally the person Clark looks up to the most. His bigger personality flaws clearly come from Jonathan's influence💀 (not to say he didn't also learn a lot of good traits from him -he absolutely did- but you know)

I'm really curious what Lex's (and Jonathan's) politics are actually, don't be shy writers tell me👀

SIR I NEED YOU TO STEP AWAY FROM MY WIFE IMMEDIATELY

creepy mf

"Hey 007. Nice of you to show up." "I'll start assuming that means thank you?"

giggling kicking my feet

"I can't touch him." "Well, I can."

I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, MOTHERRRR

pls his face😭

he knows he could never be as cool as her

THIS SHOT MAKES ME FERAL

my parents🥹

(listen the shit i went through to upload this last picture tho, i hit the upload limit and had to delete stuff, then i accidentally deleted the whole post for a second🤡 my whole life flashed before my eyes💀💀)

Lex talking about a guy falling in love with his best friend's wife uh oh, no thank youuuuu😬😬

He was making a good point though.

"The thing I always try to remember is, no matter how much le lays on, he never expects more than he expects from himself."

Clark really grew up didn't he😭😭

"What are you doing, you just moved back in."

from the guy who said "I'd do anything to get of Lois." at the beginning of the episode, what in the clownery🤡🤡

All men do is lie.

she's such a menace, I LOVE HER😭😭

AND HE CAN'T STAY MAD AT HER LOOK AT HIS FACEEEEE

they're secret bffs your honor😭

I LOVE THEMMM IT'S ACTUALLY SO SERIOUS

"And you didn't have to come after me but you always do. So I wanted to say thank you. You're a really good friend."

GOING INSANE ON THIS SATURDAY NIGHT

CUT IT OUT YOU ASSHOLES I'M TRYING TO STAY NORMAL UNTIL SEASON 8 QUIT EYE FUCKINGZFGDUWEOAK

well. stay normal challenge failed again but that's exactly how i thought this would go, sooo

Question for the people: should i even tag Lex in posts like this? I don't think twice about tagging characters like Jonathan because I don't expect fans to look through his tag for him specifically, but i know people do it with Lex and I feel bad at the thought of them having to scroll through me losing my mind over Clois with a few Lex mentions in between. Lex fans lemme know

#smallville #5x06 #clark kent #lois lane #clois #jonathan kent #chloe sullivan #ellie's smallville thoughts #lex luthor

[familyvideostevie]

blue skies

this is for @katsu28, who listens to me talk about rooster all the time without complaint. short, sweet meet cute involving an umbrella (i'd maybe continue this saga if anyone was interested!) | fluff, meet-cute, 1k

The sky is grayer from the bus stop than it looked when you walked out the door a few minutes ago.

"Shit," you mutter to yourself as you arrive at the bus stop. It's early, far too early, in your opinion, but work is work and you know the bus is always late so it's better to be safe than sorry. The bus stop itself is usually empty, but today there's someone standing there. A man, tall, broad, clad in a blue rain jacket and khakis and holding a huge umbrella at his side. Weird choice, but who are you to judge? He clearly checked the weather before he left. He checks his watch and you look away from him before he notices you staring and stand a respectable distance away from him.

Though you do this almost every morning, you fidget as you wait. You just need to get a little further into town so you're not late for work. Your train of thought is interrupted by a loud crack that makes you jump -- you still haven't gotten used to the boom of the fighter jets in the valley -- but no plane appears. Instead, the skies open and cool rain splatters on your face.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," you say, digging through your bag for the umbrella you know is on your kitchen counter. The rain dampens your shoulders and your hair and you curse the fact that the bus stops aren't covered because the climate is meant to be temperate, god damnit.

"Uh, hey," a voice says. You look up sharply and find that it's the guy. He's perfectly dry under his huge umbrella "I know this sounds kind of creepy but this thing is huge. There's plenty of room, if you want."

"No, I'm okay," you say automatically. Because while none of your alarm bells are going off, he is a stranger at a bus stop.

"Okay," he replies. "I don't want to push, but you're gonna get sick, or something." You realize he's unzipped his jacket and you can see now that the khaki of his pants is from his uniform. His Navy uniform. Okay, well, you're probably fine, then. All of the people in the Navy that you've met in passing -- especially the guys -- have been decent. He probably is just being nice.

You sigh. You're already decently damp but you jog over to him and under the umbrella. He holds it even further out to your side, so far that you think his right shoulder must be getting wet. "Thanks," you say, and mean it. He smiles and your first thought is that it's kind. Your second thought is that he's incredibly good looking. His lightly scarred face is tan, his mustache trimmed. His hair combed and sunglasses tucked neatly into the top of his uniform. He's got a colorful array of bars and things you don't understand on one side and his name on the other -- BRADSHAW.

"That's me," he says. You chew on your bottom lip. You did not mean to say that out loud. He just blinks at you, smile still in place.

"What's your first name?" you ask.

"Bradley," he says without hesitation. He doesn't ask for yours, but you think it's for your comfort rather than a lack of manners.

He's got a few lines at the corners of his eyes. You wonders if he laughs a lot. "And you're in the Navy?"

He nods. "Observant," he says dryly. You can't help it -- you laugh. The rain continues to fall and you almost forget that you're waiting for a bus.

"Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, naval aviator, reporting for umbrella duty," he says. "Ma'am," he adds. You snort.

"Oh," you tease. "So you're the reason I jump out of my skin when a plane flies over." He smirks.

"Sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all. You're not all that upset that you had to get rained on for this conversation. He's fun.

You wipe an errant rain drop from the tip of your nose. You're pretty sure he watches the movement. "So, do all naval aviators take the bus?"

His smirk turns to scowl. "No," he says. "Not this one. I drive, but my car battery died this morning. So this is Plan B." He slightly angles his wrist, jostling the umbrella a little as he checks his watch. "And I'm late."

"This bus is always late," you say. "Well, mine is. The bus to base is a different one, but I bet it's late, too." Bradley looks a little put out that you're not taking the same bus and you realize that you feel the same. There's something about him, something about this whole meeting that makes you want to talk to him for a little longer.

He sighs. "Well, what do you--"

Before he can finish his question, your bus comes whirling around the corner. "That's mine," you tell him, unable to keep the note of regret from your voice. "Thank you for keeping me dry, Bradley. It was nice to meet you." I hope we meet again, you don't say.

The bus pulls open and opens its doors. You dart from the umbrella to the bus. "It was nice to meet you, too," he says. You turn to face him.

You think about it for a split second, eyes on his, and then you tell him your name. It's worth it for his smile, for the way it sounds when he repeats it. "See you around?" he says, and it sounds like a question, like a wish.

"See you around," you say, and the bus doors close.

thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, masterlist here!

#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x y/n #rooster bradshaw fic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic

[bellafragolina]

Can I get Giant / Tiny headcanons for the Subway twins and Guzma? Them being about Barbie doll sized and indestructible because I do not care for any scenarios in which tinies suffer from accidents. Please and thank you

A certain candy themed member of the discord who feels like they just came into your inbox wearing sunglasses and a trench coat because they are so obvious.:P 🍬

lolol hi haz <3

i've never written a giant/tiny thing before, but the idea is cute! i'll do my best for you! that said, parts of this are inspired by rainyfroggy's cute tiny au!!

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Ingo:

Ingo enjoys being somewhere on your being, whether in a loose pocket, on your shoulder, your head, in your hands, or what have you. He's small and tends to grow cold rather easily, and to him, you're so very warm. And, wherever he sits, he has access to the steady beat of your heart. He can lean into and listen to it whenever he wants, and it always succeeds in calming him down in the face of the scary world

Ingo does his best to be helpful to you, whether it be fetching you items that are close by, or by being your personal alarm clock. He sleeps on the pillow in your bed (though most nights he curls himself into your neck), and wakes you up with tiny kisses and a booming little voice exclaiming that there are new tracks to lay today, so time to shove off into the day! He'll even make you breakfast, if you have the day off to sleep in, but the portion sizes. . . Well, it's the thought that counts.

He enjoys giving you small gifts. He manages to pluck small flowers for you, and he rushes to you with them full of delight of his find. He'll search around for lost objects in hard to reach spaces, and also gift you random items he finds doing this in other places. He saves the coins he finds, and eagerly awaits the day he can present the money to you, with the express purpose to use it to buy yourself a gift. He'll tag along, to make sure you do it

Emmet:

Emmet is a bit of a biter, only in fun, though. He'll nip at your ear, fingers, whatever he can reach, because he thinks it's funny and cute whenever you jump or yelp. He always kisses his bites better, though, snuggling against you with a happy smile as you cover him with your hand. He likes cuddling into you, feeling your weight securing him against you. It makes him feel safe, not that he'll ever admit it aloud, but you can feel the way he relaxes against you

Emmet hates being apart. He always tries to sit on your shoulder, no matter what it is your doing. If you're trying to relax, he might let out some Pokémon to wrestle with, but he always comes back to you. He brags about his wins or he wants comfort and praise after he loses. He wants you to scoop him up and smother him in kisses. He may bite your nose, but it's an affectionate gesture

Despite his clinginess, Emmet is actually very independent. He likes to be a provider, in what ways he can. He wants to cook for you, to do work and get money, though his size makes it difficult. He wants to follow you to work and do tasks to earn pay, and then spend that money to take care of you and himself and the Pokémon. Or he'll find a job elsewhere, and work hard to provide for you both

Guzma:

A little shit. He's fond of pranks and tricks and scaring you. He'll hide and jump out at you. Teach your Pokémon creepy tricks to scare you. He'll bring bug Pokémon into the house because he thinks they'll make you squeal (they don't, which he pouts and sulks over for a while before growing a little warm at the fact his favorite type doesn't scare you). He doesn't mean anything harmful, he's just a little shit, and means everything in good fun. Prank him back, and he'll shout at you between barely suppressed cackles

Guzma likes resting on your chest, plush or otherwise. He'll lay over your heart and take a nap, snoring away. Rub his stomach or his head and watch him smile all sweet in his sleep. He'll get embarrassed if you bring it up while he's awake, though, and deny everything you claim. While you sleep, however, Guzma is surprisingly soft. He lies near your face, listening to you breathe as he watches your eyelashes flutter. He touches your cheek, kisses your nose, and lies as close as he can, grateful to be here with you

Rides your Pokémon around. Doesn't matter if you're home or out in public, he's a modern day cowboy wreaking havoc wherever he goes. He prefers riding Ariados, because she can climb walls and such, but he'll also ride Masquerain because she can fly. Don't let him get away though he will disappear into the clouds never to be seen again (until night falls and he gets nervous over the Zubats and Murkrows

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i hope you enjoy these! i tried to make them all different and unique to each character, though i think there would be a lot of overlap with tinies

but yeah! have a great day!!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #guzma x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader

[princess-of-the-corner]

SO the ask mentioning the W.I.T.C.H. reboot/rewrite thing got me thinking about that and like.

I wanted to rewrite the bit during L is for Loser. Because ya know what fuck Irma having to apologize.

So yeah I'm going to have the setup of like. When he's not flirting with her, Irma thinks Martin is pretty okay. Maybe not 'cool', but he's sweet and a friend. And she does like him enough /as a friend/ that while she shuts down his advances,

And then ofc he continues, especially when they're working together and she expresses gratitude that he purposely misinterprets as flirting and the Grumper Sisters spurring him on because they think it's funny because Irma gets upset every time.

Which eventually results in her snapping at Martin. And like in the episode, Irma thought they were alone and had no idea the Grumpers had flipped all the switches to air them.

At first it also goes like Canon in the school's reaction. A lot of people thinking that Irma was just being a bitch and dunking on the nerd on the air because she could. A few people seem to think there might be more, but the others are louder. Especially as the various bullies 'congratulate' her for doing it. Doubly especially as Martin is being very cold to her.

Eventually, after a chunk of thinking on it, Irma addresses it on the live show. (Kicking everyone else the fuck out so they don't mess with her again).

She first explains the situation, and does apologize for everyone hearing that confrontation, but pointedly says that it was a private conversation aired without either party's consent.

Then while she explains that she may apologize for one or two of the things said, as they were out of line and said out of anger and want to hurt after what he had done, they were not applicable to the situation.

But she says she is refusing to apologize for getting mad and laying out the facts so harshly. Because she can only stand so much of her friend making advances on her and making her feel less like his friend and more like he only gives her attention because if he wears her down she might date him. Because nothing short of yelling at him like that had ever gotten him to listen to her about it.

While she'd love to keep him as a friend, it's not going to be at the cost of being harassed and made to feel like she doesn't truly matter to him.

Ofc the students all have their own speculations on this situation, some calling it a half-assed apology covering her ass, some now flipping and turning Martin into some creepy perv asshole(which he is a little bit but not to the extent.). But honestly it doesn't matter that much.

Mostly because Martin does come by to talk and apologize. Because yeah he- he has a crush on her and was probably seeing things that weren't there and was encouraged by others and just overall didn't realize how much he was hurting her. And he doesn't want to do that because, while he is in love with her, he values her as a person and a friend.

He promises to be better going forward, but he wants to keep this friendship too. And he admits he'll probably make a mistake or two so please just spritz him with water like a cat or politely kick him in the shin. Irma agrees and they leave as friends. The two of them being friendly again helps squash the rumor mill for the most part.

#w.i.t.c.h. reboot idea

[linalilia]

[meet the prisoners!] prisoner 002: hanasaki aimi

the second prisoner is here! thankfully, she's much nicer than the first one.. well, at least she looks like a nice person.

(prisoner 001's profile)

Warning: implications of bullying

General info:

Name: Hanasaki Aimi (花咲 愛美) (kanjis in her last name mean "flower" and "blossom" and kanjis in her first name mean "love" and "beautiful")

Age: 16 y/o

Gender: Female

Status: Prisoner 002

Birthday: March 6 (Pisces)

Height: 156 cm

Blood type: B

Image color: #FF9AD2

Occupation: High school student (first year)

Personality: Aimi is a sweet and soft-spoken girl, who dislikes fighting and arguing. She claims that she just wants to get along with everyone and she doesn't care about their past, she truly believes that she can become friends with all the prisoners and even guards. In fact, it seems that she's kind of.. obsessed with the concept of friendship and if someone says they don't want to be friends with her, she will want to become closer with them even more. She gets attached to people very easily, they just have to be kind to her and that's it, she will see them as her best friends now. She's also a bit clumsy and often ends up accidentally hurting herself.

MV info:

Which canon Milgram song she would cover: Listen. If we're talking about her backstory, After Pain would fit her more. But I already have another character who I imagine covering After Pain and also going with this option feels a bit too obvious, so.. Magic it is.

Which DECO*27 song she would cover: Positive Parade! Yes, she stole everything from Amane. Her Trial 1 song, her cover, even her prisoner uniform looks a lot like Amane's. I am so sorry, Amane.

If she could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: Melty Land Nightmare by Harumaki Gohan. I don't really have a reason for giving her this song, I just think it fits her vibe well!

Her MV description:

Her MV would be very bright and colorful compared to Akio's MV and her song would sound very fun and cute too!

The video starts with Aimi listening to her classmates talk about something and you can see her nodding and smiling. She looks like she's genuinely having fun. After the conversation is over, all students from her class start painting on the walls and Aimi joins them too. Aimi tries to paint something, but then one of her classmates accidentally drops a bucket of paint on her. Even though she's completely covered in paint, Aimi still laughs and everyone laughs as well. The lyrics mention Aimi loving her classmates a lot and wanting to be friends with them and she hopes their friendship will last forever.

As they continue painting, Aimi is struggling a lot. She doesn't have the colors she wants and when she tries to ask others for help, they just laugh and she laughs too. When she trips on someone's brushes and falls, other students just laugh and she tries to laugh too. As these bad things keep happening to her, Aimi finally notices that her classmates don't think she's funny or anything like that, they just enjoy seeing her suffer. She wants to get more paint and when she opens the door, it turns out that her classmates wanted to prank her and she sees another bucket of paint falling right on her head. Everyone points at her and laughs, her song becomes slower for a moment, but when she finally takes the bucket off her head, she ends up being fully covered in red paint and she's actually laughing louder than all the other students. The MV ends with Aimi finishing painting her classmates, she smiles and looks proud. Her painting is much bigger than the other students' works and she used only the red paint this whole time because she still didn't get the colors she wanted. She's tired and she decides to take a nap on the floor, but right when she does that, she wakes up in a dark and scary place that doesn't look like her school at all and she sees something that looks like some kind of creepy Halloween mask lying on the floor.

Her Trailer 1 Voicelines:

"Oh, h-hello! My name is Hanasaki Aimi, nice to meet you! I have no idea why I'm here and how this place works, but.. Still, I hope we all can get along no matter what kind of people we were before ending up here!"

"Huh.. so you all hate me this much?"

Trivia.

She doesn't really care about this whole "innocent or guilty" stuff, but if she had to choose, of course, she would want everyone to be voted innocent. She doesn't care about her own verdict though.

She didn't commit any other crimes except murder, but whenever her number of victims is mentioned, she just smiles and changes the topic.

No matter how much she tries to become friends with all the prisoners and the guards, there aren't any people she's especially close with. She likes to call herself, Prisoner 001, Prisoner 009 and one of the guards "The High School Gang" since all of them are high school students. However, Prisoner 001 thinks she's annoying, Prisoner 009 tries to be kind to her, but he doesn't actually like her that much and that guard isn't allowed to get too friendly with the prisoners. Also all of them think that the name is kinda boring.

She's a bit similar to Yuno because of her being the second prisoner and having a shade of pink as her image color.

It's hard to notice because of her clothes, but she has even more injuries than it looks like. So yeah, if she gets voted guilty and someone decides to go Kotoko mode.. it's probably not gonna end well.

So I think a lot of people have heard that the canon prisoner pairs have some similarities between them, for example, Mahiru and Shidou's crimes are both related to love in some way, Fuuta and Muu's crimes are related to bullying, etc. I'm doing the same thing actually! Both Akio and Aimi are high school first years and their crimes are related to their reputation among other students, particularly their classmates. Also they both have names that start with "A" and have four letters. If it looks confusing, I'm sorry

#i really like her design!! i think it's one of my favorite ones actually #milgram #milgram oc #linagram

[torturedpoetemotions]

Taylor Swift "Midnights" hope/expectation based on Taylor's description and the publicity for the album: Moody, dreamy music with heavy introspection in the lyrics. Maybe something we haven't heard before, even.

My song-by-song reaction under the cut:

NOTE: ALL OF THIS IS INVALID I was listening on terrible speakers the album sounds great in stereo.

Lavender Haze - I don't know what I was expecting but this isn't it. The lyrics are a little simplistic and the music is. Odd? Like there are some random, discordant noises happening throughout the first verse and after that it's just kind of one note electropop.

Maroon - Hauntingly sad and wistful lyrics, but the music is still weirdly electronic. Musically this feels like a 1989 b-side.

Anti-Hero - Okay, now we're getting somewhere. This song is delightfully weird lyrics-wise. Still kinda 1989 vibes but slightly to the left. Like the poppy-ness of the song juxtaposed with those lyrics almost adds to the weirdness?

Snow on the Beach - This song. This is what I was hoping for! I'm usually not a fan of duets where you can't really hear and distinguish both voices, but Lana and Taylor blend so beautifully and it just works.

You're On Your Own Kid, Midnight Rain - No thoughts head full heart bursting these may have just made my top 5 songs list. The regret-nostalgia-resignation-remembrance of it all! There is a whole movie in each of these songs and I can't even BEGIN.

Question...? - Just gonna quietly put this in the same folder as Ilicit Affairs, Ivy, and Betty, nbd.

Vigilante Shit - I am speechless. When I said I was hoping for something we haven't heard from Taylor before? Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined this. It's giving me Something Bad, No Body No Crime, Two Black Cadillacs, Thelma and Louise, my whole brain is crying happy tears. She really said I will not only steal your girl, I will help her plan your demise first.

Bejeweled - Spiritual successor to both Mirrorball and Look What You Made Me Do, somehow, and in the best way. All I can think about is her talking in Miss Americana about how she's always tried so hard to be good.

Labyrinth - The lyrics and mood of this remind me so much of hoax. But my god why is this song's chorus so high and breathy and squeaky. Girl your lower register is crying asking why you're mad at her!

Karma - This is that diary entry we've all written when we're so angry our hands are shaking and we're either crying or stabbing through the paper or both. By the end of it, you're calm. You can breathe again.

Sweet Nothing - Finally a break from the overproduced eletronica that has plagued this entire album. This is a beautiful song. Sweet.

Mastermind - This song is...creepy. Cheeky. Fun? Also delightfully weird.

Overall: This feels more like a surprise experimental release than either folklore or Evermore. The production is really weird. Not good weird, not bad weird, just...weird. Like a 1989 practice run on steroids. At times it works, and at times it feels like the producer is trying to cover up her voice entirely. It's very electronic in a way that doesn't necessarily serve the songs in every instance.

I do think some of these songs will end up being favorites. I think a lot of them will end up being songs I skip most of the time though, because the production is just too busy and overdone and makes me anxious. Maybe it'll grow on me?

#midnights

[blueberryblogger]

Doctor Who Liveblog, S1 E1 "Rose"

- why did the security guart have the lotto money??? is there not a seperate counter for that??

- whys there lotto in a clothing store???

- why is the CEO in the basement?

- why does he have a hazard sign on his door?

- Wilson... things ain't looking too good.

- Rose i think Wilson is dead.

- The practical effects are really good in this episode. The Mannequin People look so creepy.

- they were really just gonna karate chop this girl

- "being silly" girlie they were going to kill you.

- "who's wilson?" "chief electrician" actually his door says CEO so idk about that.

- christopher eccleston i love you.

- idk if its a british thing but WHY is the back alley of the shop covered in the same two posters. dont you guys have graffiti in britain?

- ALL of central london closed off??? that seems like a huge area.

- Mickey you worrywart. you're very sweet but you're also exceuciatingly normal.

- "i'm not bailing you out" Jackie she lives at YOUR flat. you're already helping her a lot lmfao

- random stuffed bear on Rose's bed

- "well what'd you do that for?"

- "anything could happen" Jackie that man is queer. he's not interested.

- the way Jackie never notices anything ever. protect your peace queen.

- "is that supposed to sound impressive?" "sort of"

- your honor they are in love.

- the fact that she asks if he's alone & she immediately goes "then start talking" so that he doesnt have to be alone anymore

- my brain is rotting

- "but you're still listening."

- i forgot about his dramatic speech about how he feels the rotation of the earth, the way it spins, the way it hurtles through space. "and if we let go... that's who i am"

- dramatic ass man, bound to pull people in with your mystery.

- ah back in the days of "internet murderer lunatic"

- Clive, please. Be a little bit normal.

- The way it's poorly photoshopped. Oh early 2000s

- "Death." be so serious rn.

- mmmm the CGI garbage can <3

- OOOOH GREEN SCREEN

- Clive please. You're scaring the hoes.

- Pizza. P-P-P-Pizza.

- Cannot believe she did not notice this man suddenly became plastic. Look at him you freak.

- "You can't hide inside a wooden box."

- Obligatory "run around the TARDIS and check that it really is Like That" moment

- The way he's so... patiently understanding that this is a lot.

- Then instantly reveals that he forgets to consider that the people around him are people.

- Him pouting with his arms crossed.

- "Must be completely invisible!" so true king. couldn't possible be right behind you. no way.

- God I forgot how much I loved this music. Not too overbearingly loud or intense, but enough that it helps build the tension & sense of action.

- "I'm not here to kill it."

- The way he rolls his eyes as Rose runs to Mickey.

- "It's an invasion, plain and simple! Don't talk about constitutional rights." OOF.

- Why is the plastic guy kinda 🥵

- "It wasn't my fault! I couldn't save your world, I couldn't save any of them." but he doesn't believe that & he never has.

- Clive about to get his shit rocked.

- RIP Clive. Should have been more paranoid.

- Jackie out here surviving solely because of her plot armor.

- "Just leave him!" and that's why she chooses to go with the Doctor and not stay with Mickey. Because the Doctor would never say that if there was something he could do.

- Rose laughing while her mom is panicking over the phone bc she's justso glad she's alive.

- "Thanks for what?" "Exactly." OUCH.

#doctor who #dw #bbc dw #bbc doctor who #liveblog

[pumpernickel-simswood]

Episode 6 and Steve's quite sweet. Man, has he got death flags. I'm so worried about this guy's life. Wait, wait, wait, Jess is dead??? Also, Steve, why would Jess haunt you specifically? Did you have something to do with her death? Or is it that you helped take Nate away from where she died? Or a secret third option (you like him and she knew)?

"No closure about where she went"? So, she's presumed dead but is actually missing? Excuse me while I pull on my true crime hat lol.

Steve, that made absolutely no sense. None of that makes any sense, dude. There is no logic to what you just said, my guy. Oh! Creepy whispers! And this time Alexander J. Newell can't jumpscare me if I turn up my volume! Haha! Rewind and listen time! "Don't." Well, that's not good. Crap.

Why is Nate and his room covered in dirt??? Was he buried alive??? What happened to him? I mean, he's clearly not okay so I'm not gonna ask but like, what's happening? What was that??? It sounded like a growl of some sort? Hell hound?

Not in a shipping manner, but legit, the safest way to keep an eye on Nate through the night would be to share a room, if not a bed. Also, cameras might be a good idea on top of that.

I think the creepy whisper just said "Nate". Theory that there's a poltergeist or Woman in White haunting Nate. Or the house.

Steve is trying so hard and I find that really sweet.

Uhhhhhh what the fuck is happening? That's not the address you said the first time, Nate. It was not Lakeview Drive! Listen back to your own recordings, Nate! C'mon man!

Wait, what did she say? "Turn to the right"? That seems mildly helpful for a ghost. Also, whatever this entity actually is, it has officially attached to Nate. And that is decidedly not good. I wonder how many entities we're actually dealing with here and their levels of malevolence. One seems to be cautioning them but then there's whatever is attached to the cabinets and letters that seemingly dragged Nate down into the room. It could, technically, be one entity trying to get Nate to do what they want using a variety of methods but I think it's too early to really know one way or another. That said, I am currently inclined to believe there are two entities in the house/around Nate. And Steve and Nate should probably go see a priest or religious leader of some form.

#the cellar letters #the cellar letters spoilers #the cellar letters s1 ep6 #nick listens #nick liveblogs

[mykinkyyandere]

More Beautiful

AO3

Part 2 (wip)

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Marc Spector X f!Reader

Summary: Things happen that you can't explain, and that man is always around. You want to run but he insists you come with him.

Warnings: Smut, non-con/dub-con, kidnapping, oral sex (receiving), masturbating, overstimulation, violence/tantrum, cum play, dissociative identity disorder

You were hiding behind a wall when you heard the sounds of smashing and shouting coming from right in front of you. The awkward guy you saw a few times at the museum looked like he was having a tantrum. Even though you've never spoken before, you greeted a few times. You forgot to read his name on his badge every time but could blame his weird stares for that.

All the strange and terrifying events happened around prevented you from thinking clearly. You didn't want him to notice you, which could get you in redundant trouble. You had to sneak out of there and not get yourself killed in weird accidents on the way. But when it came to putting it into action, you couldn't. All you could do was hide there and tremble.

He was fighting, apparently with himself. That wasn't the first time you had seen him talk or shout to himself. The things he said were... creepy. You can't have her, I won't let it happen, she's not yours. It wasn't hard to see he had psychological problems, and you didn't blame him for that or defend he should be feared and avoided. You sincerely hoped one day he would get help and be okay. But if you think in in the light of these developments, you didn't know him at all and he was on the scene.

"C'mon, you can do this. Run to the right. No, left." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You could feel the heavy pressure on your chest, it blocked your breathing. But you knew it wasn't real. You were scared, that's all.

You made a move to check him, but you managed to perfectly drop the chair next to you. You immediately crouched to the ground and covered your mouth, which had opened in shock and fear. 'I'm absolutely fucked, absolutely.'

You couldn't do anything but crouch there shivering and hope he ignored you. Maybe he didn't hear, maybe he did but didn't care, maybe he did but didn't have time, maybe he did but-

"Are you okay?" His voice made you jump and you fell backwards. He looked at you, raising his hands, and smiled. He waved his hand assuring you that everything was alright. But you crawled back and hit another wall.

"I heard the sound, you don't have to be afraid. I just want to make sure you're okay." What happened to his accent? You could swear he had a different accent before. He tried to hold your your hand but you hit him.

"Stay away." Your tears ran down and you looked at him pleading. He kneeled down before you and tried to hold your shoulder instead. You didn't want it, shook your shoulder but he held it anyway. He pulled you to himself and stroked your hair as you pushed his chest and cried. He whispered in your ear like calming a baby. "I know you're scared. Come with me."

You tried with all your might to get rid of him, but he was so strong, he didn't let you to go. "I'll explain everything, I promise. But before that, you must come with me. It's not safe here." He pulled you away from him and looked into your eyes. What a sweet and scared woman. You were so close, right in front of him and he could touch you, finally.

You can't have her, he barely heard him, who's just getting used to being trapped inside. He smiled and responded, "I already had."

"What? I really don't understand. Just, please let me go, please." You cried, ignoring the trembling of your voice.

He smiled, listened your pleads and felt your hands on his chest. He watched your trembling lips and licked his dry ones. "Sorry, didn't realise I was loud. I was thinking about something I wanted to have a long time ago but that doesn't matter, because I have it now." He stopped and looked at you for a few seconds. His gaze was different. He looked happy but in a weird way. "My name is Marc. Marc Spector."

You watched him carefully, not deceived by his caring tone. He didn't stop making eye contact and smiling. You didn't want to say anything and he knew he couldn't force you to speak. He held you tight by the arm and lifted you to your feet. "You're in shock, come with me."

He walked despite your objections and there was no way to break free from his tight grip. You dug your nails into his hands, arms, wherever you could, and tried to run away by hurting him, but he didn't seem to be affected at all. You even tried to bite him.

"I will scream." You prepared to take a deep breath to let out the loudest scream you could, but Marc closed your mouth and your muffled voice disappeared under his hand.

"Don't be so fiery, my love. You're making everything difficult." He turned into a scary, white man and quickly took you to his apartment, and he was back to normal. You didn't understand what happened and you didn't want to. He scared you so much that you just sobbed. When he opened the foor and got in, he saw him on the new mirror he got. You're hurting her. He spoke again, crying. Don't hurt her.

"I'm not hurting her! You really think I wanna hurt her?" He shouted and made you sob under his hand. You jumped and accidentally leaned against his body. He rubbed your arm apologetically and looked around to find a place to sit for you. Then he saw him again. Then why are you doing this? Look at her. His voice cracked and his shaking hand pointed at you.

Marc bended his head looked at you. You were holding his wrist, his hand was wet with your tears. You were sobbing and trembling under his grip. His gaze softened, and he felt a sense of guilt. He pulled his grip as he sat you on one of the couches near the door and watched you burst into sobs. See? You hurt her.

"Okay, why don't you just shut up?"  He pushed his head back and rubbed his head with a sigh of exasperation. When he looked at you again, he saw you looking at him in amaze. He could see you were disgusted with him, that wasn't in his plan.

He quickly shook his head and kneeled down before you, rubbed your arms. "No, no. I wasn't talking to you. Just-" he kept interrupted by your sobs, hits and him. He kept saying he hurt you, all the time, like a broken radio in his head. Oh, Marc was really sick of that wimp.

He left you there to cry and stood up slowly, pissed off. He turned into that mirror and point his finger at him, laughing. "You know Steven, I've told you many times to ask her out. Meet her, get her number, start a friendship or at least a goddamn acquaintance. But you had to watch her from afar because of your coward ass." He grabbed a glass on the table and threw it at the mirror.

"I'm sick of you, you're a loser who keeps me from having her." He picked up a broom from the corner and removed the stick. He ran through the apartment, broke all the mirrors he saw, one by one. "This body is mine, she is mine and you will never get in my way."

As he moved away from you to break other mirrors, you realize that you have a chance to escape. You tried to come to your senses. Every second mattered, you couldn't waste your time. You stood up quickly and opened the door he forgot to lock. You ran as soon as you stepped outside. You were so scared that you ran faster than you had ever run before without thinking of anything. Should you take the elevator? Maybe you should use the stairs and hide on one of the floors. The second option seemed more reliable to you, but as you headed for the stairs, you heard his voice. "She ran away because of you, you scared her!"

You looked behind and saw him, walking towards you really fast. He didn't wanted to run and making you think he's someone you should run away, but he also wanted to be as fast as possible. But still, that didn't stop him from looking like a psychopath rushing towards you. "Darling, come here. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You got everything wrong."

You literally flew down the stairs. You struggled not to faint from the fear running through your veins. Your whole body was shaking, you had trouble moving. Fear didn't want your body to move, you felt like you were about to be paralyzed. As you tried to run, your feet went numb, your hands gripping the handrail slipped, and when you reached the last steps, your feet tripped. Fortunately you were only fell a few steps, but you gave him enough time to catch up with you.

He looked at you from the top of the stairs. Your lying body filled him with concern, and he soon reached you. You begged him not to come near, but he sat next to you and carefully pulled you into his lap. As he gently examined your body, he asked if it hurt. He continued to press gently to find a sore spot.

"Who were you talking to?" You found enough courage to asked. You didn't have the strength to run anyway, and your legs were hurt. You wanted to at least get some information.

He apologized every time you let out painful little whines. "Hard to explain. His name is Steven and he wants out."

You were sure he suffered from dissociative identity disorder, not that hard to explain but you didn't say anything about it. Maybe telling him he might have such a disorder and the person he's talking to wasn't real would make things complicated, especially since you didn't want to piss him off while he kidnapped you.

"What was the white man?" You turned to his face and waited for his answer. You didn't think he was a superhero, but would he tell you he was a bad guy? A few minutes passed and he studied your body without answering your question. You realized that he wasn't going to talk, and you asked another question.

"Who's Steven?" After proving that your legs hurt, he held you in his arms. You didn't want to go there, you didn't want him to lock you, but there was nothing you could do. At least for now.

He slowly climbed the stairs and walked towards his apartment. "Steve's someone you shouldn't think about. I don't want you to know anything about him." He entered his flat and this time locked the door. He walked across the floor full of broken glass, laid you on his bed. He took your hand and placed it on his chest. "My name is Marc Spector. It's enough for you to know my name because all you're gonna need will be it."

He pulled your pants off your legs and quickly left you in your panties. You screamed and tried to push him away, but you were weak. He lifted one of your legs and closed his eyes. He stroked it gently, starting at your wrists and rubbed his tongue as he sniffed your sweet skin. You trembled as his licks went cold in seconds, and you watched him until he was between your legs.

Stop it, she doesn't want it.

Marc ignored him and switched to the other leg. While giving it the same attention, this time he kept his eyes open and looked at you. You looked at him with fear and an emotion he couldn't name. Are you excited? Do you like it when he gently caresses your legs? Did the wetness of his tongue cool you down? Did the warmth of his lips and breath make you sweat?

He felt you weren't as fierce as the first time. You were calmer as he took off your top and left you in your underwear. Such a pretty bra, he thought. "You like what you see, Steven?"

He grabbed one of your arms and licked your wrist. You tried to pull it but he held it tightly. He drew circles with his tounge then kissed your palm and looked at you. He looked so dark, he looked so hungry. And you looked so helpless. He slowly licked your arm and made you whimper. He didn't break the eye contact and you looked at him, completely under his control. You felt submissive and you hated it. But he loved it.

Take your hands off her!

Steven's shout made him laugh. He grabbed your other arm and rubbed his tongue at it as well, staring into your teary eyes. When he got to your shoulder, he placed a kiss on it and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. Seeing you staring at his abs, he amusedly took your hands and placed them on his chest. "Touch it baby, don't be shy."

"N-no!" You stuttered and wanted to take your hands off, but he didn't let you. He grabbed your hands tightly and caressed his body. He grinned as you turned your head to the side and whimper. Let her go!  Steven cried out in anger, watching helplessly how Marc cornered you.

"I'm not letting her go. Shut up and watch." He took off his pants and leaned over you, wrapping your legs around his waist. He placed his tongue at the edge of your bra and slowly licked your skin upwards. As he got closer to up, he grabbed your chin and made you throw your head back. He licked your neck from head to toe, then slowly crossed your chin and drew circles on your lips. You couldn't turn your head because of his steel grip.

He bit your lower lip slowly and pulled it into his mouth. He put his hand on the back of your head and pinned you to himself as he danced with his tongue on your lips. You didn't know how long he kissed you like that, but when he pulled back, your lips were red and swollen. And you were out of breath. "Look, Steven. She's so obedient."

He gripped your bra and squeezed it gently. You let out a cute moan and he smiled. He took your hand and placed it back on his chest, stroked his muscles. You panicked as he went down and tried to pull your hand away, but he continued and grabbed himself over his boxer. You screamed when you felt his hardness in your hand.

"Don't be scared, baby. Your little cunt is perfect for me." He continued to stroke himself, staring at you with his perverted, dark eyes. It was amazing that you turned your head, closed your eyes tight, and whined.

Don't do this to her, please.

This time he heard Steve's pleading voice. He was really getting on his nerves. Why would he prefer to watch from afar when he could just go and have you? You were there, in his bed, completely defenseless. All thanks to him. But no, Steven had to whine. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "You can thank me later."

He took your other hand and used them to slowly lower his boxer. He grinned and ran his tongue over his teeth as his hard cock was almost about to come out. Oh, yes. He wanted you to look at his cock. His hard, big cock just for you. A little more, a little more, slowly... And there was it. It swung like a bow and slammed into his hard belly. You scream so cutely that he laughed and grabbed himself with one of your hand. He stroked it and pulled your bra down, showing your beautiful breasts to him.

"Oh baby, you're so beautiful." He ran his hand over your breasts and squeezed each of them. He tightened your hand, moaning as he stroked his hard cock. But then he released your hand and unbuttoned your bra. He threw it behind him and brought his mouth to suck your tits. He grabbed your left breast and squeezed it gently. He slowly ran his tongue around your hard nipple and drooled over it. He rubbed his lips softly up and down, stimulating your sensitive nipple even more. You could do nothing but moan and squirm underneath.

Then he licked your nipple with small, frequent thrusts. He felt it on his tongue moving up and down, and you felt it too. As he inhaled and exhaled, his hot breath and the cold air helped you feel your nipples move. He gently grabbed it and put it in his mouth before moving on to your other breast. He sucked you like a baby drinking milk and supported with tongue thrusts. You moaned, squirmed and screamed. Even though you wanted to run away from him, your body's reaction was embarrassing. You could feel the hot liquid dripping between your legs.

He lifted his head and turned his wild gaze into your eyes. All those times, all he could do was dream of touching you, feeling you, tasting you... but now it was real. You were under him and needy. He placed a hard, watery kiss on your lips before moving on to your other breast and paid the same attention to it.

When he was done with your breasts, your nipples were very sensitive. They were red and swollen, with his red handprints on your breasts. He stared at them with admiration, then brought his hands to your hips to pull your panties off. He caressed and squeezed your soft thighs before slowly pulling down your panties. Then he placed his hungry gaze on your revealed, shining pussy. He took your panties and sniffed it. He felt the wetness of your juice and licked your panties to taste it before tossing it aside. "You're perfect my baby."

It wasn't hard for him to stop you from covering your legs. He slowly ran his tongue up and down as he buried his head on your delicious pussy, causing you to moan and push your hips to his face. Your sweet pussy was so sensitive that he couldn't help sticking his mouth to you and sucking hard. You squeezed his head with your legs and screamed, making his cock throbbing. His tongue ruthlessly licked your slit and caressed your clit up and down roughly. You begged him to let you go, but your body betrayed you. Your innocent body reacted the way you didn't want and it felt strange feelings. Rough touches of a rough man. Deprived of this, your body easily got wet you and sweetened his thirsty mouth.

Entranced by the taste of your juice, he grabbed one of your breasts and took your nipple between his fingers, playing with it. "No, please don't. Too sensitive." You pleaded but he put his other hand on your other nipple and caressed them both while sucking on your clit hard. Your screams didn't stop him, but it did alert Steven. He amazed by your voice. Marc lifted his head so Steven could see you and fixed his sharp gaze on you as he savored you.

She looks so beautiful. He watched you throw your head back and squeeze your legs as you gripped Marc's wrists. Damn, you were beautiful. Marc pulled back a little and gasped. "Do you know what's more beautiful?"

Then he went back to sucking on you. His tongue thrusts were shameless, after sucking on your clit for a while, he went to your slit to drink your delicious dripping juice and ran his tongue inside it. Then, he turned back to your clit and stretched out your bud as if it was a gum. His fingers played with your nipples like marbles, rubbing the tips as if cleaning a leaking cream, and squeezing your breasts as if kneading dough. You were his feast, and he wanted to devour you.

Your body couldn't handle the overstimulation, The feelings growing inside took over every inch of you. Your legs were clamped around his head and your hands gripped his wrists tightly. You closed your eyes, threw your head back and screamed, shaking so hard. "Marc!"

His name spilled from your lips was the last straw for him. After feeling each of your throbs in his mouth and drinking your juice, he stepped back and took your hands harshly. He cum in seconds, stroking his needy cock with your tiny hands and staring at your abused, glowing pussy. "This. She's more beautiful like this."

He ran his thumb over your trembling lips and watched your eyes blink timidly. "I'll take very good care of you, baby." He whispered and lazily rubbed his cum over your body, trying to catch his breath. He wanted to have the second round and this time, he wanted to cum in your tight little pussy.

#yandere marc spector #yandere marc spector x reader #dark marc spector #dark marc spector x reader #yandere moon knight #yandere moon knight x reader #dark moon knight #dark moon knight x reader #yandere steven grant #yandere steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight smut #marc spector smut #yandere marc spector smut #dark marc spector smut #yandere marvel #dark marvel #oscar isaac moon knight #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #marvel

[zafirosreverie]

i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

_________________

“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

___________________

“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #nicole fugere #the addams family #addams family imagine #addams family #request #not my gifs #gifs found in google

[anewp0tat0]

Chapter 184

wow looks like things are about to get real sucky, anyway, what's going on rn-

I'm disappointed I can't see the names in the book, but I guess that would be too obvious heh. well, as long as yana doesn't pull us around the block, I'm pretty sure the direct message is that something is going to happen to Bard or (most likely) Ada, like in the next couple of minutes.

though it's also possible that Ronald isn't looking for Ada or Bard in his list, but rather listening into their conversation to see if they mention any aurora members or possible bizarre dolls that he may note. that's the optimistic option atleast.

I tried looking at the cover image to see if there was any common time being displayed on the watches, but they all seem to be random and artsy so no help. I can't even see the time on ronald's watch in the panel because the image is too blurry for me. but welp, the hour glass that's visable in the cover is about to run out so if that's any indication ig, nothing we don't already know.

I also tried to zoom into this person's face, all I can kinda make out is a possible blond beard? that's nothing though, so I assume it's just some random member.

this is some good character work in only short chapters that we have (and probably will :[ ) know her. Ada is just like Ryan really, too blind sighted by her desire and good will that she'll willingly be oblivious to the underlying harm and corruption. kinda reminds me of how I wondered if Ada had met Ryan since she used the Phoenix pose. but I doubt it, or doubt we'll ever know.

2 things:

1. what did he just do? at first I thought he was holding a gun, but it aggravated me that I can't see his hand. maybe it's either a surprise for the next chapter or yana just really wanted to zoom in on that sweet smexy visage. but now, especially looking at his posture, I'm thinking that he just threw something, a couple of small sharp and projectile objects. unfortunately, I have no idea what they might be. could be something for the facility or something he smuggled in.

2. what's he planning to do here exactly? not only am I a little confused about his motive(it's been too long, I can't remember why he can't just wait another day), but I'm also confused about what he's doing right now. my biggest bet is that he's already set *something*(explosion most likely, whatever kills most and efficiently) up where Ada and the rest are while bard was having his sob story, and now he's just stalling bard until the timer goes off. cause unless he has some secret martial arts skills, I don't think he's gonna best Bard in a fight. I always see him as the sly type rather than physical.

anyway, point blank, things are about to get really bad, I don't know why Lau is so eager to leave, some character traits I don't remember I guess, but I'm certain Ada and a bunch others are gonna die. dang...

I also can't imagine bard would ever agree to work with Lau again if they both come away unharmed. that would then mess up the whole phantomhive mission rn. oh god this is messy.

edit: OH MY GOD I JUST REMEMBERED WHERE'D THAT CREEPY KID GO???

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji chapter 185 #kuro chapter 185 #kuro spoilers #kuro chapter spoilers #black butler manga #i dont trust my gut when it come's to yana so all this pondering could be for nothing

[spideyspeaches]

Roller-coaster ↬ p.p

gif’s not mine

A/N: My take on What if Peter was in Wandavision? But with a twist ;) Beta read by my wifey @stars-aligning​ 🥰🥰

Warnings: canon typical voilence? mentions of death. Also the timeline doesn’t really make sense, just pretend everyone is of the same age. OH and Wandavision spoilers :)

WC: 9k (longest one shot I’ve ever written 😭)

Pairing: Peter Parker x ex!Reader 

Masterlist || Taglist

"Ben? What's wrong? Why are you looking at her like that?" 

"I- I don't. I don't know. She seems familiar." 

"Familiar? Familiar how?" 

"Like her and I don't belong here. Like we're from another world." 

Working with Tony Stark as his intern, then head of the R&D and now working in the labs as the head of the department felt surreal, a fresh breath of air every time he looked at his desk, with his name written on it. It had been Peter’s dream to meet Tony Stark, maybe work with him too.

And then he got bit by a radioactive spider, giving him super strength, super eyesight and apparently super luck too, because though he liked to think that he was working in SI due to his intelligence, the spider bite did play a role in becoming his mentor’s favourite intern, without which he might have not had a chance to meet him hands on.  

Tony kept reminding him that even if Peter had not been bit by the spider, he would have still secured a high position in Stark Industries, with his disarming intelligence that rivaled Tony’s own and charmingly trippy personality. 

Peter begged to differ. But then again, he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in it’s mouth. Ever since he was a bushy haired, rosy cheeked jittery teenager, he had always worshiped the ground Tony walked on. 

Peter remembers the day he got an anonymous letter, which turned out to be SHIELD's handiwork, asking him to join them in their base in New York, even if he insisted that he wasn't interested in being a superspy wannabe. He was skeptical at first, why would the most paranoid of paranoid agents send him a letter in mail? Him, twenty three years old Peter Parker, who lives in a shitty one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn with termite issues and smokes weed like the government is going to ban tobacco and is barely able to take care of himself with the overload of work. 

Maybe it was just his Parker luck, or the fact that he was a freelance vigilante who looked after New York in a skintight spandex suit, because the safety of the people was apparently second in priority to the government. They'd rather have people die than have an illegal protector. 

Yeah so Peter was salty, and what about It?

Slinging his satchel higher, he saw the sleek black car in confusion, trying to get a look at the number plate before the lift binged on arrival, walking into the open door. He swore he was either hallucinating or in midst of an intense flashback of the events that lead to what people dubbed as the 'Civil War', back to when he had been shaken out of his mind watching Tony Stark eat his aunt’s homemade walnut date loaf that had more salt than sugar.

His thoughts were put to a halt when he entered his and his aunt's old apartment in Queen’s after a long week of Spidey on mission and nearly getting (illegally) fired, footsteps coming to a pit stop. It's not like it's everyday you come face to face with Agent Coulson, Nick Fury and your ex not- really- girlfriend, somehow all in one day all together. 

"So… um. What are you- What are you guys doing here again?" he asked, folding his hands on his chest defensively, leaning into his aunt's side as he whispered, "how long have they been sitting here?" from the corner of his mouth.

Fury raised a non-existent eyebrow, looking at him with a dagger for eye, making Peter shift nervously. Agent Coulson looked uncomfortable and You, You looked strangely in your element, sitting on the couch with one leg over the other, a neutral expression on your face. 

Back when he was still in high school, when he'd first met you, he used to be in awe of how outgoing you were, seemingly adjusting in whichever situation you were thrown in. You had always accommodated to your surroundings, but with a start he realised that he had never seen you so… You in a while. 

Not during your visit to the Avengers tower, not during the first time you came into his bedroom, all alone. Not when he had seen you take down a mugger on your way home from your first date without even as much as batting an eye.

"They were here ten minutes or so before you came home. It's creepy, as if they knew you were visiting," May answered with a whisper, wearily eyeballing them before moving towards the kitchen, leaving Peter unattended to Your and Fury's piercing gazes. 

"I'm sure they know my monthly schedule before I do," Peter said, turning to look at the aforementioned agents. "So... you like, work for SHIELD, too?" He asked, wringing his hands to abate the tension in them. 

"Yes, she does, but that's not what we're here for, Mister Parker," Fury said in his gruff voice, sitting back with a sauve expression. Peter gulped as Agent Coulson looked him in the eye, finally noticing the thin file he held in his hands. 

"Well what are you here for?" Peter asked, mustering up some confidence as he tried not to look at You or the eye that Fury had that wasn’t covered by the patch.

"We need you to come to Westview, New Jersey with us," You said, a final no nonsense undertone in your voice. He shuddered when he heard you, remembering how soft and sweet you used to be. But that was before you disappeared out of nowhere, and apparently that nowhere was with SHIELD. 

"Me as in Peter Parker or Spider-Man?" he asked, looking behind his shoulder to make sure May wasn't listening. It's not like she didn't know about his… nightly whereabouts, he just wasn't comfortable with making her worry. She already had too much to deal with, with the nephew by day and vigilante by night thing he had going on.

It was also a little concerning that the three in front of him knew that he was visiting her today. He wondered if his apartment was bugged (well, more than the daily roaches and ants) or if SHIELD had been keeping an eye on him after he had denied their offer, instead opting to stay in SI.

It was probably the second one, although the first one was entirely a possibility. He was going to need to talk with Mister Stark about debugging his shitty one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. 

"We need Peter Parker and his tech skills for this one," Fury said, before shoving the file in Peter's hands and crossing his own, “and my offer still stands.”

"For the last time, I'm not joining your little murderous boy band," Peter grumbled, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked at your twitching lips, as if holding in laughter. "I'm perfectly content with working with Dr. Connors in his little laboratory in SI." 

Fury didn’t look convinced and opened his mouth to probably threaten Peter, when Aunt May came in with a tray of cookies. They smelled amazing, too good to be made by her, she probably brought them from Delmer’s.

“Oh- Were you…? I just thought you guys might want to eat something,” She said awkwardly, looking at Peter with pleading eyes.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, May! I would love to eat some of those, I’m famished,” You butt in, taking the tray from her with a smile.

“Um, May, you can um- you know?” Peter gestured, shifting on his legs, hoping that May would get the message before she stood for a minute too long. He didn’t like the way Nick Fury’s eye was looking at him, his tranquilizer gun suddenly visible from his leather jacket.

“Don’t be rude Pete, here May, I’ll help you get that.” You smiled, winking at him and dragging May by her arm, who was mouthing “she’s such a sweetheart” behind her shoulders. 

"What if I told you that his man accidently got evicted due to some legal issues? And that now you're legally unemployed with severe financial issues that need to be looked after because the government suspects something illegal brewing?" Fury continued, looking him dead in the eye.

"Are you seriously blackmailing me? Threatening to unemploy me after all that shit you put me through with Mysterio?" Peter defended, raising a disbelieving eyebrow, watching you strutt back into the room, distracted by the sway of your hips in your mom jeans. He tried to shake the image, rolling his head to crack some tension that had built at the base of his skull.

"Mysterio was a mistake, Parker. This one is not; and we really need you for this one. Besides, remember that you're still a vigilante that hasn't signed the Accords of Sokovia." 

Peter stiffened that the mention of the Accords. He thought the government was over it after the second amendment after the arrest of Thaddeus Ross, but apparently not.

"You said that last time and I almost died! My ex-girlfriend almost died, my best friend nearly died, heck half of Europe almost died because you Director Fury, apparently trust some superhero wannabe in a green and purple costume and overlook facts that could potentially harm someone. So the answer is clearly no!" he retorted, flopping the file on the table as he resisted the urge to sit on the floor flat on his back. 

The three agents were looking at him with an unreadable expression, making him uncomfortable in his skin. 

"Well, it's all up to you then." His voice had a finality to it, one that irked him to no end.

"Do I have a choice?" He sighed after a beat, looking at the three of you with a forlorn expression. 

"Get your equipment ready, Mr. Parker. We'll be leaving for the camp tonight. You can read the details in this file." He heard Agent Coulson say (he was pretty sure his name was Phil), trying to make sense of how fast everything was going past the chronic tinnitus in his ears.

"It's Dr. Peter Parker," he muttered fruitlessly, blushing under your raised eyebrow. 

***

"So, I didn't know you got a PhD. I knew you were smart, still are, considering that you're a PhD at twenty two," You said, sipping on your virgin mojito, and placing the mug in front of you. 

Peter had taken you to a cafe after the confrontation, wanting to know more about your whereabouts and how he had not noticed that you were a superspy all of his high school years. You had retorted with a simple "I'm a spy, that's why,” which he found pretty badass.

"Well, yeah, I did my undergraduate and PhD together." He shrugged casually, looking out of the window to avoid looking at you. 

You had always been beautiful, but somehow, you had become even more beautiful than the last time Peter saw you. 

"That sounds brutal. Only you can manage that," You joked. You weren't going to admit it, but you had missed being with Peter, joking with him and watching his beautiful side profile as he blushed under your scrutinizing gaze.

"So, um. This thing, what is it about?" Peter asked, snapping you out of your daze. 

"Huh? Oh it's a long story. Like really long, if this was a TV show it would take five episodes for me to explain." You gestured, dismissing his scowl. "Okay, so you remember that time when that super high security facility was broken in back in december 2019?" 

"Which super high facility? There are a lot of break ins happening in high security facilities in America, and it's more than concerning, considering they're supposed to be super high security." He said, fiddling with his own drink. 

"Okay, Yeah that's true. It was a S.W.O.R.D facility, and long story short, Wanda Maximoff kidnapped her corpse husband to reenact the dad-knows-best suburban lifestyle with an entire town held as her hostage." You said, looking over your shoulders to make sure no one was listening. 

"Wanda stole Vision's corpse? Wait, is this about Westview? 'The Town that ceased to exist'? Is that what happened? Is this some sort of mind control thing? Cause I know she can make people believe what she wants them to..." Peter whispered, leaning in to show that he was interested. You took a moment to admire his front profile, his broken nose and dimpled chin, rosy lips and sharp cheekbones, accidently zoning out on his theories.

Leaning forward, you brought a hand up his face, pushing a stray curl behind his ears, cutting him short of his rambling. 

"W-what?" He stuttered, his breath hitching, making the table shake with a wince. 

"You have nice hair." You commented with a smirk, caressing his hair one more time. 

"You said that in the senior's party too, and well, there's no sex happening anytime soon." He said, rolling his eyes, sitting back in his hair with his hands folded on his chest.

"I like being optimistic." You rolled your own eyes, heart beating a mile a minute at the reminder of your relationship- ex relationship with Peter, "so what were you saying about Westview? I kind of zoned out." 

You watched him roll his eyes again, trying not to let your eyes wander around his biceps and the little bit of his collarbones peeking from his shirt, unbuttoned from the top, also exposing the thin chain that he always seems to be wearing. With a start you realised that it was the one you had gifted him on his eighteenth birthday.

"So this town, Westview, it just disappeared right? Behind a barrier of sorts? Is it like, coming from an energy source? Was it created by Wanda?  " he asked, ever his inquisitive self.

"Yeah, apparently she's created an alternate reality, sitcom style, with the people of Westview trapped in it." 

"So she's basically starring in a fanfiction alternate reality of sorts but a sitcom format? Wouldn't blame her, poor woman's been through a lot." He nodded, shifting in his seat. He could feel your eyes burning a hole in his skull, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "Are you staying in a hotel? Or a shield facility?" 

"Nope," You answered, leaning back on your chair. "Am I still allowed to stay in your room? With the doors open?"

He watched you with narrowed eyes, tilting his head with a smirk, replying to you with a nod, "alright." 

*** 

"Did you pack your mittens? The extra warm ones with a built in heater? You know you're susceptible to frost bites-" 

"May! I packed my mittens." Peter murmured, ducking his head in embarrassment as he raised an eyebrow at your amused smile. 

"Okay, okay, that's great. Socks? Painkillers? Extra pair of glasses?" she asked, fumbling around the room like she did whenever he went on field trips. 

"Yes, May!" 

"Great. Stay safe, okay?" Her eyes softened, holding his cheeks in his hand like he was a seven year old, living with them with a knowledge of death no seven year old should have. Sighing, he leant into her palm, holding his own hand encompassing her small one. Giving her a smile, he kissed her cheek. “Ti amo, May. I’ll call you once I get there, okay?” 

She nodded, pulling him into her embrace, though she knew full well that he’s going to forget to call her, too excited to be in the vicinity of multiple certified geniuses and other figures of authority. 

***

"Is there anything I should know about? Like anything unexpected?" Peter asked, looking at the camp in awe as the jeep pulled over makeshift gates, a bunch of soldiers surrounding them. 

Peter was used to seeing the hustle and bustle of camps, considering all the missions he had gone through with the Avengers, back when Steve wasn’t retired and the newer generation of avengers hadn’t entered. 

“Your blood’s radioactive, right?” You asked, turning to face him with a smile. 

“Yeah. Why? Is that relevant?” he replied, raising an eyebrow as he saw someone carrying his bags before he could protest. 

“Well, Dr. Lewis found out about this hexagonal anomaly, no one really knows what it is, but the source seems to be emitting huge amounts of radiations,” You said, getting off the jeep, pulling Peter out with you. Walking towards the crowded camp, you came face to face with the tent where everything was set up.

“Doctor Darcy Lewis?” Peter said, looking at the place in awe. It wasn’t extravagant, but the technology surrounding the tent, the vans and what seemed to be a broadcasting antenna were all way beyond the regular one used in tech companies, which is funny, considering he’s been working with Mr. Stark his whole teenage life. 

“Yup, that’s her, nerd.”

“So, what exactly is this Hexagon? Is it, like, a barrier of sorts? Can everyone go in?” He asked, looking around with glinting eyes, lips twitching in a smirk as he saw the barrier in question. His super hearing caught the static sound it emitted, wincing at the sharp noises. His boots crunched under the snow as he felt the thing pull him towards it, your voice muffled by the noises of the hex. 

It was something he had never seen before, like the static of a TV with a lost signal, glowing red in places as if reaching out to him. His senses seemed dull, the world greying around the way it had before he was bit by the radioactive spider. The spider bite had enhanced his vision in a way that he saw colours not visible to the human eye, a technicolour wonder that even Bruce couldn’t solve. 

He felt a tug, looking down at his shoes, wondering if he had just imagined it. 

“Mom and dad have been, not fighting, just like different.”

He swore he felt a white light flash in front of him, his spidey sense buzzing at the base of his skull, tingling all the way to his spine as he straightened up to dissipate the feeling, shifting awkwardly.

“Only Captain Rambeau has gone in and come back intact so far. It’s emitting a colossal amount of cosmic microwave background radiation, also known as CMBR, and once you get into it, your mind doesn’t really stay your own, so no one has volunteered other than her. Everyone knows the risk,” You said, startling him, a sharp contrast to the voices that seemed to have suddenly accumulated in his brain. 

“If you’re going to break the sound barrier, please just take your brother with you!”  

‘Sound barrier?’ he thought, looking back at the hex as it flashed red, the tug strong enough to make him stumble in his place. You looked at him weirdly, asking if he was okay, but he wasn’t listening, turning to ask you what the red flash meant, distortion evident in the barrier.

“Captain Rambeau? The daughter of the director of SWORD?” he asked instead. 

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Damn.” He sighed, running a gloved hand through his hair, and dragging it down his face. 

Walking inside the tent, Peter was hit with a face full of cold air, and the hundreds of monitors nearly gave him a sensory overload. The people running around didn’t help, either. “Where do I keep this?” He asked, pointing to his bag full of equipment that Fury had asked for. 

“You can set up over here, newbie,” A new voice said chirpily. Turning around, he came face to face with the Darcy Lewis, eyes widening as he took in her smiley presence, another human who he didn't recognise standing behind her. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself! I’m Doctor D-”

“Darcy Lewis, I know- I’m a fan!” 

“Aw look at you, you have a fanboy at your hand,” Captain Monica Rambeau said, strutting in and keeping a hand on her shoulder, confidence radiating off of her every pore. 

"And… You are?" he asked awkwardly, looking pointedly at the FBI agent. He saw Darcy hide a snicker behind her hand, patting his shoulder and shoving him forward. 

The man fell forward, steadying himself on the table before he flicked a card seemingly out of nowhere. "Agent Jimmy Woo, FBI,” he said proudly, a smile on his cute little baby face. Peter was left staring in awe, wondering how he had done that.

"Wait, can you do that again? How did you do that?!" 

"It's cool, isn't it? I could teach you if you want." 

"Yes, of course, but how did you do it? It appeared out of nowhere and if you take in consideration the law of conservation of mass, it can neither be created nor be destroyed and it just seemed to have accumulated-" 

"It's a trick of illusion. You see, when I opened my palms, I-" 

"Peter, let's set things up shall we?" You interrupted their session, a smirk on yours and the other women's faces, shaking your head.

Ditching the bag on the counter, he nodded, willing his heart to stop beating out of his chest. This was the coolest thing that had ever happened to him next to Tony Stark sitting on his aunt’s old futon. And the magic trick.

“This is the coolest day of my life,” he whispered, shrugging when you chuckled at his excitement. “Ned’s going to freak out.” 

“Wait until you see the schematics and control panels.” You smirked, making him raise an eyebrow as he blushed, the flush apparent from his neck to his ear. The others scattered just as he finished setting his station up, fidgeting with the radio, when the voice of Hayward boomed across the cubicle. 

“Ah, Mister Parker!” he says, a faux smile on his face as he looks at the station, making Peter shift uncomfortably. The weird tingling of his spidey-sense came up again, his hand automatically reaching there to scratch at the itch.

“Here we go again,” Darcy muttered, patting Peter’s back, her eye roll loud enough for him to glance at her. 

“It- It’s doctor,” he muttered, hearing a “he gets me” from Darcy.

“Very well, Doctor Parker it is, then. I’m Hayward, welcome to SWORD.”

“SWORD? I thought this was a SHIELD thing?” 

“...Fury didn’t brief you?”

“He did! He was just very vague, hence why I’m asking. What exactly have I been called here for?”

The silence that took over was palpable, with you shifting awkwardly as Hayward eyeballed them all, looking at the five of them morosely before saying, “Brief him Monica,” and leaving.

“God, is every higher official such a dick here?” Peter grumbled, watching him retreat, shaking his head as he threw the ball of paper he hadn’t noticed he had been fidgeting with.

“See? He agrees, I like him.” Darcy nodded, pulling him with her towards the briefing table. 

“This all started when the town of Westview disappeared after the second blip,” Monica said, pulling up holographs that showed the image of people reappearing from the snap, his breathing increasing in pace as he remembered vaguely of his own reappearance. 

The whole situation was fucked up. After stealing Vision’s corpse, Wanda had basically resurrected him, holding and controlling thousands of people, an entire fucking town. Looking at the list of all the missing people, his eyes zeroed on to one particular face. He racked his memory to remember who exactly it was, mouth hanging open when he realised who exactly she was.

“Is that… is that Agatha Harkness?” Peter said, pointing at the woman who had no name written under her photograph.

“You know her real name?” Darcy asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows as he nodded, wringing his hands around.

“Yeah, Wanda told me about her, she’s the witch from the Salem trials!”

“How is she significant to the plot, though?”

“She... she mentored Wanda, before she went to the dark side." 

In the time he knew Wanda, she had been the sweetest person ever. She was like an older sister he didn’t know he needed, empathising with him on a cosmic level. They had come close before the events of Thanos happened. She was his person, and they shared a lot of secrets, this one being one of them.

“That’s one connection to her. What about the others? She keeps telling Vision that she doesn’t know what’s happening, but when the drone strike happened, she looked straight at the camera, like she knew,” Monica intervened.

“He tried to deploy a drone strike? In front of her children, after knowing very well that she saw her parents die in the Sokovian attack when she was ten? Is he fucking insane?!” Peter seethed, nearly crashing his fist on the table hard enough for cracks to appear on it. 

“Peter, hey, calm down! You breaking things is not going to make the situation any better, okay? He already tried to chuck us out of this, you don’t go around breaking things now!” You said, holding him still as his body shook. You had never seen him this angry, and frankly, you would never want to see it again. 

Peter was a sweet person, respecting people’s boundaries and always so understanding. He was the embodiment of good, even after living a fucked up life, he never projected his trauma on the other. He wore his emotions on his sleeves, and your heart clenched every single time, seeing him in pain. 

"Listen, that's my sister in there, and she has no idea what she's doing. She needs our help and I'll do anything to help that woman and if you guys even think of hurting her I will make sure each of you regret it," Peter hissed, staring daggers at the silent team members of the room. 

“Is there any way to reach there?” he asked, more softly than before. Darcy exchanged a look with Agent Woo and Monica, opening her mouth before knowing better and shutting it. “What?! Is there a way to communicate with her?”

“Follow us,” the brown woman said, breathing deeply as she looked at the other two silently. 

"Where are we going?" Peter asked, fidgeting with your fingers. He hadn't noticed himself holding your hands, your lips twitching when you realised he had done that unconsciously.

“Trust me, I don’t know half the things these ladies do,” Woo whispered, and Peter nodded along seriously. 

“Whoa, I feel like there’s a secret underground base here! Is there a secret underground base?” 

“Well, it’s not underground, and not really a secret anymore,” Captain Rambeau said, unravelling a curtain, revealing a small space with a million monitors and a wooden desk littered with laptops and too many empty coffee cups. 

“This is so cool,” You whispered, watching in awe as Dracy lit up the screens, revealing various codes and stuff you didn’t really understand. Peter was already invested, babbling about codes and addresses and hidden files within hidden files, things that flew over your head at the speed of Darcy’s fingers on the keypad.

Leaning on the table with one hand, Your eye caught a flat round metal looking thing on the ground, picking it up and tracing it with your fingers. “Is this… a bullet?!” 

“Yeah, it was hit on that suit, which turns out to be 87% kevlar. That happened when Captain shot at it,” Jimmy answered, giving you a smile as you dropped your jaw. 

“She went in wearing a bulletproof vest right? Wanda just… manifested a dress made of kevlar?” You wondered, your words interrupted by Peter’s yelp.

“So, remember how Director Douchebag ordered a drone strike on Wanda?” she said, contemplating her words next as everyone turned towards her. “Turns out he’s been planning something else.” 

“What’s that?” Jimmy asked, pointing at the screen, which displayed two boxes full of what seemed like cells.

“That’s Monica’s blood work, he’s been tracking it the whole time. The first time you travelled to the hex? It changed your cellular structure on a molecular level, twice.” She said. 

A sombre expression took over the older woman’s face, pursing her lips. “He thinks I’m gaining powers.” Monica nodded.

“I may not be a genetic engineer, but from what I’m seeing here, he’s most likely right,” Peter interrupted, a silence taking over everyone. “He’s keeping track of the enhanced, if I’m not wrong.” 

Shaking his head, he clenched his eyes when he heard another voice. You watched him weirdly, reaching to ask him if he was okay, before retracting your hand.

“Chill out sis, it’s not like you can kill your dead husband twice.” 

“You’re right. He’s been tracking everyone who’s enhanced, including Vision.” Dracy said, typing something on the screen to show you the map of Westview, pulsing red and blue dots appearing in your sight.

“Do you know what his endgame is?”

“Yeah. Rebooting Vision.” 

Peter inhaled sharply, trying not to let his face show the anger inside him as he looked at Monica with wide eyes, both of them looking at each other dangerously, both of them realising same thing.

“Then, I’m going in. Someone needs to tell her,” he said, looking at the others for affirmation.

You took a step back, gulping in anticipation of his words. Reaching out with a hand, you stared at him, hoping he wouldn't lash out. "Peter, you have to know, the hex is a dangerous place. You won't even remember who you are so there’s no point in you going in. You won’t be able to convince her to magically leave her hostages, she’ll just see you as an outsider and throw you out-" 

"Captain Rambeau went in and she was able to get out!" he argued.

"Peter, I was tossed out because she saw me as a threat. She might not do that to you but going in that thing is dangerous, especially with your mutations-" 

"I don't give a fuck about my mutation! You of all people should know how it feels like to lose family, Monica," Peter said, looking at her. The fire in his eyes spoke volumes. No one dared to intervene. 

"Peter, your mutation could potentially kill you. You know the risks of going past the barrier due to your enhancements. The radiations are altering DNA to a molecular level, your cells-”

"-are already metastasizing! My spider DNA is going to get me killed some day because my body won’t be able to handle it anymore, so I don't care, I'm going and that's final." He nodded, puffing his chest to show that he wasn't going to step down. 

"Fine, I'll come with you then," You said, looking at him as you said that. A lump formed in your throat as you realised that he was so willing to sacrifice himself, and blood pumped in your veins as determination set in along with a rush of adrenaline. 

"Do as you please." He shrugged, pursing his lips, but his eyes were a different story. You felt sick, insides tearing themselves up as you took a good look at him and his pallor, the artificial lights illuminating the scar tissues on his face. Ones that you knew were inflicted by his years of being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. 

***

“Maximoff is never gonna negotiate with us,” Hayward said, circling the table as Monica looked at him with disbelief in her expression. “We’ll need all the guns we have here to stop her.”

“We can’t outgun her, but what we can do is try and talk her out of this. Antagonising her is only making things worse. If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution!” Monica argued, looking forward.  

“She’s already killed thousands during the Sokovian attack. How do you guarantee that she won’t kill another person she finds threatening?!”

“She was guilty about it. It wasn’t her fault, do not bring that into this.” 

“Yeah? Well, the guilt isn’t going to bring back the dead children is it?” 

"The dead children aren't coming back, but those people trapped in Westview? They can, if you fucking let us!" 

"Fine. But someone will be monitoring you."

Negotiations with your boss and commanding team of SWORD concerning the ship was a tough feat. you had finally convinced them to let you and Peter go across the border, but Darcy and Monica were to be on the radio in case everything went amiss.

Sitting in the (illegally acquired) van, you watched Jimmy, who was trying to teach Peter the card trick, invested in the trick yourself. Leaning forward to get a better view, you tried not to let the rush of blood in your cheeks get to you at the close proximity with Peter, heart pounding with every step you took closer to the hex. 

“I did it! I finally did it, Y/N, look!” Peter said, showing you the trick, smiling at his childlike enthusiasm. 

“That’s great! You should show it to Morgan, she’ll like it.” 

“How do you know about Morgan?”

“I know everything.”

You may have been bluffing, but he seemed to have caught on your cue, the awkward tension reappearing as he shifted in his seat, twisting and turning and going back to the magic trick. You tried not to smile, but your mouth never did coordinate with your brain. 

“We’re here,” the driver said, parking the van. 

“Okay let’s go through this again: Captain Rambeau and Dr. Lewis will be on the radio while you try and get in, stay near a radio as much as you can so we can try and communicate, and do not try to meddle with Wanda,” Jimmy said, going over your checklist. 

You were skeptical of the plan, thinking about how successful your mission was going to be, considering how powerful she had become in her own little sitcom. You had heard of her expanding the borders just after you had started driving near it. 

“You ready?” Peter asked, taking your hand as you nodded, and wrapped your fingers around his knuckles, before taking a deep breath.

“I’m ready.” You nodded, looking over your shoulders to see the FBI agent giving you a thumbs up, muttering something into the comms. Looking back at Peter, you felt dizzy with the buzzing anxiety, the pull of the barrier strong. 

Stepping close to it, you felt electricity buzz in your veins, shuddering at the chilling sensation and sudden exposure to stimuli, your gut twisting the more your hand went in the hexagonal anomaly. You swore you felt your physical being tear apart, your life flashing in front of you in a white hot light, your brain was practically mush with how much force you needed just to get in. 

"I thought we would be able to get in easily!" Peter shouts, his screams echoing in your eardrums, mixed with your own screams. 

"She's becoming more powerful the longer she stays inside, and so is the hex," You replied, gasping for a breath as you tried to move forward.

With a final scream, you closed your eyes at the static sound bombarded your ears, you couldn't fathom how loud it must be for Peter, sending a look towards him. His eyes were scrunched, hands curled around his head and ears to stop the sound. Before you could comment on his state, your own vision doubled, bright green and magenta lights appearing out of nowhere, the coiling of your gut intensifying, and before you knew it, the strong force pulled you inside, throwing you off on the hard concrete of the road, and everything went dark.

***

“I’m okay. I’m okay. Everything is alright,”  Wanda said, repeating the phrase like a mantra as she sat on the couch. 

She repeated the phrase like clockwork, just like being a mom to two half synthezoid pre-teens and the gatekeeper of Westview. Snapping out of her daze, she felt something in her brain stir, realising with a start that something had been messing with the barrier-- or, rather, someone.

Closing her eyes, she willed her powers, similar to the ones Tommy had, to look past the barrier, opening her eyes with a flash when she saw a familiar face.

“Peter,” she muttered, the brown eyed boy who she had come to think of as a brother materialising in front of her, dropping on the carpet with a thud as his unconscious form fell on top of Yours. Wanda remembered you from all the stories Peter had told her about. 

Crouching down, she reached out to touch you both. Her eyes glowing red as she held a finger to your and his forehead, scrunching her eyelids as she navigated both of your heads.

A lonely young girl was seen sitting on a rock, the wind blowing wisps of her dark hair along with her dress. Suddenly, the noise of clucking of horseshoes could be heard, a woman coming into view as she got off her horse. 

“Feeling lonely and afraid at the middle of the night when you’re a young and beautiful teenage girl?” the woman in the cowgirl shoes said, holding her hip as the girl nodded. “Well, don’t worry, every young girl must have a sword at her disposal!” 

“A sword?” the young girl asked, tilting her head as she took the object in her hand.

“Yes, a s.w.o.r.d, my dear. Fear not, for the sword will protect you from all the hexes around you.”

The girl smiled, looking at the camera with the cowgirl’s hands on her shoulder. “A sword to protect the young!” 

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“What are you two doing here and not at school?” Wanda chortled, startling the two who were now very much conscious. The boy moved, fisting his eyes, and he curled his hands to stretch the kinks that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, the varsity jacket scrunching underneath his fists. 

“Babe?” the boy groaned, messing up his hair, looking at the general direction of the girl. 

Putting on a smile, Wanda folded her arms, biting her lips at how adorable the two of you were.

“Ben? Is that you?” the girl asked, looking at her disheveled frock with a confused expression, finally noticed the woman standing in front of her. “Oh my god, babe, I swear we were at the bleachers not long ago. Did you manifest teleportation powers now?” 

“Miss Maximoff! You’re Billy and Tommy’s mom! Babe, we’re in Billy and Tommy’s house!” The guy, Ben said, his voice rising up an octave as he looked at his surroundings. 

He couldn't remember much about the Maximoffs, except that his neighbours talk about the weird mom and dad almost everyday in the gossip sessions. Whatever, he wasn't interested in them.

"She turned them into teenagers." 

"Well there goes our plan. Do we still have back up ready?" 

“That’s right, kids. Now, what were you two naughty children doing out of school?” Wanda asked, helping the two kids get up as the boy blushed, stuttering an apology.

“We- we weren’t ditching, I swear, Miss Maximoff! We were just-”

"-Doing homework! Because… because Ben's a nerd and he doesn't like that he gets behind because of the baseball team!" the girl said, stuttering as Ben nodded along with her.

“Yeah! We weren't making out or anything! Even if we're totally dating." 

Their relationship wasn't exactly your normal relationship. It was more of a… mutually beneficial relationship. 

Well, so far they had the entire town fooled, having them all think that a guy such as Benjamin Fitzpatrick would ever date a girl like her, who liked her books more than her siblings. 

"Hmm, well, thankfully, I'm a cool mom and I will not tell your parents about this… thing. Whatever it was. Anyone want cheesecake?" Wanda smiled, clapping her hands once as she looked at the two teenagers. 

Ben's stomach growled at the thought of food. "You don't have to do it, Miss Maximoff, but I would love some," he said, sheepishly looking at the ground, and wincing at another growl. 

Wanda chuckled, patting the boys back kindly. "Oh honey, it's alright. Come on, don't be shy, the both of you!" she said, looking over her shoulder and saying, "and it's just Wanda! Miss Maximoff makes me feel old, you know." 

They followed her to the kitchen, taking in the interior of the house. Ben's eyes caught something from the corner, it was almost as if it was… flickering? Shaking his head, he dug his fingers in his eyes, wondering if he was still feeling the effects of the time he had hit his head during the baseball practice. 

"You okay?" the girl asked, keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady him. 

"Yeah, probably the aftereffects of a concussion." He nodded, burrowing his brows in confusion. 

"Hmm, should probably get that thick little noggin of yours checked by the nurse." She snickered, hitting his shoulders playfully. Her heart was beating fast, he noted, wondering how he could hear it so clearly. The thought that he would have to leave her after she gets a date for prom made him sad. 

They may be faking their relationship, but he had caught on very fast and realised that he wanted it to be real. As real as the town of Westview.

Wait, what?

"You know we don't have to pretend anymore, right?" Ben said, looking at the girl as she came to a halt. Miss Maximoff was nowhere in sight, the house eerily silent with her heartbeat echoing in his ears. 

"This is the best ship SWORD could ever make." 

The awkward silence was interrupted by the opening of the front door, a loud jingle as Agnes came strutting in, a big smile on her face. It made Ben's neck sting weirdly, slapping his hand at the base to nullify the feeling. 

"Hello, children! What are you doing, skipping school like the little troublemakers you are?" She grinned, pinching each of their cheeks as her voice took a baby-like tone to it. Ben took a step back, grimacing as she continued pinching his cheeks. 

"Um, we weren't- we have no idea actually-" 

"Agnes! Oh, what great timing! Were you here for Billy and Tommy?" Wanda came in, a plate full of cheesecake and crackers in her hand. 

"Oh, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda! Your little troublemakers are already in my house, or did you forget?" She chuckled, the sound of her laughter taking a higher pitch. 

Wanda furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to say something, before closing it, a grin taking over. "Right. Yeah, of course! They really love it there with you, huh?" 

"That's right, everybody loves Auntie Agnes!" 

Ben looked at his girlfriend again, feeling strangely out of place between the two women. 

"Um, Miss Ma- Wanda? C-Can we go now? I feel like-" 

"Oh, Ben, don't be ridiculous! Why don't you sit down and take a breather? You look pale, hon." Wanda smiled, setting down the plate and ushering the two kids on the table, both of whom looked at the table with hunger in their eyes. Well, it had been long since lunch break. 

"Thank you for the cheesecake Mi- uh, Wanda, we appreciate it," the girl said, promptly digging in after the affirmation. 

***

Vision knew something was wrong the moment Agnes showed signs of knowing what was going on. The first time it happened, he was sure his paranoid wife would do something, but she had continued to act as if nothing was wrong with Agnes' behaviour. 

Walking down the road in his ridiculous costume, he nearly sighed in resignation, before he realised that he wasn't capable of such human actions. 

One more thing that perplexed him to no end was his strangely human behaviour. It was as if someone was forcing him to act more human, some weird force that was so unlike Wanda's warm presence, something more foreign and way out of his realm (like the gum incident. He sure did remember Wanda chastising him for doing this atrocity, surely she couldn't have been the one controlling him? Right?).

His mechanical heart ached for his wife. She had gone through a lot, from what he had read from her thoughts; losing a brother (twice, if the absence of Pietro was anything but a confirmation), and then him (it didn't bother him much. He was a synthezoid, there was entirely a possibility that he could be revived). 

He just really missed her, he realised. Their relationship had been strained ever since the boys were born. He didn't blame the drift on his boys, of course. He loved them to no end, would sacrifice himself for them, but he couldn't help but notice the change it brought in Wanda. 

The arrival of Pietro 2.0 didn't help either. 

His thoughts were interrupted as his feet halted their movements, and with a snap he realised that he had somehow made it to Ellis avenue, the border's static buzzing through his entire being. 

"You look lost, buddy," a strange man said. 

Looking at the man, Vision tilted his head, looking through the database of Westview to see that the man seemed to be nowhere in the records. How had he made it here? 

"I- I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked, leaning against the car door to peer inside, the man sitting rigid. It was only then did he realise that the man's eyes seemed… glazed, almost like he wasn't aware. Looking back at the barrier, Vision gaped at the view in front of him. 

The man's car was half inside and half outside the barrier, the slow moving particles seemed to be disintegrating the vehicle, watching in awe as sparks flew the closer the barrier came to the man. 

"Listen, you have to get out of here before that thing destroys you." Vision tried shaking the man, but to no avail. His attempts were in vain as the man simply grunted. "Listen! Can you hear me? What's happening? Why is the barrier moving?" 

He tried opening the door, but it was shut firmly. Groaning, he punched the door, nearly falling to catch the falling man, who was mumbling some incoherent mumbo jumbo. 

"Wanda, what are you up to...?" Vision muttered to himself, realising with a start that the barrier was expanding and the man had come from outside the barrier. 

Looking at the muttering man, he quickly moved them both away from the barrier, propping him up against the grass.

"I'm sorry," Vision said, his hands gliding yellow as he touched the man's forehead, his own circuits being bombarded with incoherent noises. 

"Oh god! I'm sorry, please save me! Please, this hurts, this- you- you're the Vision!" the man screamed. 

"Yes, I'm the Vision! Now, can you stay still? I'm trying to help you!" 

"-Please! She's in my head!" 

His hands lit up again, the yellow light smothering the man's forehead as he went still again, as Vision retracted his hands regretfully. Opting to leave the man there, he stood up again, startling once again that day when he heard a shrill cry, the body of… Geraldine? Appearing out of the barrier. Shaking his head, he was convinced that he was hallucinating, if that was even possible for a droid, and turned around to walk back home. 

(Agatha gave a satisfied chuckle, purple sparks erupting from her fingers as she turned back to Wanda, pretending that that didn't just happen.) 

***

"Do you think our school is a little… solitary?" Ben asked, inhaling a puff of smoke from the blunt in his hands. His girlfriend and him were sitting on the rooftop of Westview high, their feet swinging against the edge as she clutched at Pe- Ben for dear life. 

Peter? Who was that?

"Did you see that?? Peter was right, that was Agatha Harkness and she's been the one manipulating the people, it never was Wanda! It was meant to be a plot twist, but I totally predicted it."

"Um…"

"What? I'm invested." 

Peter? 

Y/n? Can you hear me? Please say yes if you can hear me.

She noticed the static sound of the radio speaking to someone. The static noise increased, and Ben didn't seem to have noticed the small portable radio malfunctioning. Shrugging it off, she went back to passing the blunt from her boyfriend. 

Boyfriend. The word ignited a flame in her chest. Ben, who she faked her dates with once upon a time, now was her actual, real boyfriend, who she was ditching homework to smoke a blunt with, uncaring of her nearing curfew. Her parents would have her head if she found out.

"Do you hear that?" She asked, exhaling the stale air from her lungs. She knew it was more of the deep breathing than the weed, but it made her feel serene. 

"I've been hearing a lot of things lately." He croaked, clearing his throat, sniffing the air as he leaned back, his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp. His glasses were sliding off his face. She reached to push them back up, smiling at the flush of his face.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, slipping her fingers through his, rubbing a hand on his back. His life had been difficult, she knew about him being an orphan, but she didn't know he was having a hard time with life at the very moment, her heart aching for the poor boy.

"I don't know, I keep hearing these voices in my head. Children screaming, people crying, and this… this buzz at my neck, I can't ignore it anymore! I feel like I'm going insane and I can't keep them quiet! I've tried, but it's like they're trying to communicate with me." 

Her eyes softened, hands running through his thick, straight hair as he leaned his head on her shoulder. Suddenly, the height at which they were sitting on didn't matter, she had him in her arms. 

"He broke the fourth wall. He's been hearing things, just like Billy." 

Wiping away his tears, she kissed his forehead, rubbing her hands gently on his back. 

"It's gonna be okay. You're okay, they'll go away soon." She reassured, folding her legs to get up, and pulling him up with her. "It's getting late, and mom will have my head if I'm later than curfew." 

"You've broken curfew before." He chuckled, stepping closer to Her, his hands on her hips.

Moving forward, she enclosed her hands around his shoulders, intertwining her fingers at the nape of his neck. Standing on her highest tip toes, she crashed her lips into his, their bodies swaying with the cold wind. 

"Awww, they're so cute! Exes to lovers, I like it."

"I agree. Didn't see the fake dating coming though." 

"Right?! Wanda should start a production company." 

"If Agnes lets these people go." 

***

Meanwhile, Monica had managed to find an abandoned shack in the backyard of Wanda's neighbour's house, her body buzzing with a familiar tension. 

Opening the shack, she saw the trails of purple, vein like thing running their tracks until they reached somewhere she couldn't see. She didn't notice another person creeping up on her, too busy looking at the trails. 

"Snoopers gonna snoop," the voice said, making her jump out of her skin, and keeping a hand on her heaving chest to stop her from hyperventilating. 

"Pietro?!" She startled, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. The neighbourhood was eerily silent, leaning against the wall, before deciding against it and squared her shoulders, looking at the man in front of her. 

"Yeah, that's me. But who are you? And what are you doing in Margie's backyard?" he asked defensively. She would have found the expression comical if it wasn't for her racing heart and adrenaline filled brain. 

"I could ask you the same thing," she said, folding her arms to show a defensive stance. 

"I'm here because… I live here?" he muttered, borrowing his brows as his eyes glazed over again, "Yeah, wait, no... I live with my sister! Who lives two houses from here! What am I doing here?"

"I don't know, you tell me." 

"God, this is so weird. First Wanda was being weird, now I am." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Nothing." 

***

Billy was afraid. He knew that he should be stronger and braver, if not for himself, then for Tommy. His momma always told him that the only thing to fear was fear itself, and he didn't know what that meant, but he knew that he had to be braver to get back to his mom and dad. 

"Billy, I'm scared," Tommy whimpered. "I'm hearing voices again." 

"It's gonna be okay, Mom and Dad will be here soon," he reassured, just as scared as his brother. They were only twelve minutes apart, but he still felt a responsibility for him.

Mom said that they both reminded of her own brother- Uncle Pietro. 

Hearing the door open, he felt a chill crawl up his spine. 

"She's here! Billy, she's here!" 

"I know! I know! Shh!" 

Her footsteps came closer, the cackling of her laughter making his heart pound. His brother buried himself in his shoulders, both of them huddled next to each other, as if the inevitable could be avoided. 

"How are my best boys doing?" Agnes' shrill voice rang, making Billy breathe faster.

"We want Mommy," Tommy whimpered, sounding as small as Billy felt. 

"Oh, I'm sorry honey, that's not happening anytime soon." She tsked, sounding as apologetic as the villains in the action movies his mom forbade him from watching.

"Why's that?" Billy asked, squaring his shoulders as much as he could. 

"You didn't hear? Mommy's dead." 

And his world crashed, his brain crowding with darkness.

A/N: Lemme know what you think! 😁😁

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❖❳；Pairing; Song Mingi x Fem!Reader (ft. P1h's keeho, itzy's ryujin, and wooyoung)

❖❳；Genre; Greek mythology au, angst, reincarnation au.

❖❳；Words ; 6.2k

❖❳；Warnings; Mentions of death.

❖❳；Synopsis; A mission to find your lover who was reborn in the mortal world became a mission for heartbreak as you watched him fall in love with someone else.

❖❳；A/n; I honestly don't know what happened near the end, very disappointing but oh well. Not very proud of this so im sorry and don't get your hopes up.

❖❳； Note; My entry for @/sleepylixie and @/delicatewerewolfsoul 's hamartia collab. This might contain inaccurate representations of greek gods but for the sake of the story, just go with it. Slightly modernized as well.

The sun rises on the horizon, casting light all over Olympus, waking the gods in slumber, reminding them of the work they need to do. However, you wanted to fight the sun for rising so early. The rays piercing through the depths of the ocean, just enough to peek through the windows of your room.

You stir under the covers, not wanting to get up. The light blinding your closed eyes, preventing you from going back to sleep. You were honestly hoping you won't wake up the next day. You didn't want to wake up in agony knowing there's nothing to wake up to. You still picture his crescent eyes when he smiles, his laugh that echoes in your ears as if he is there with you. His hands that felt soft and warm left a mark on your skin, reminding you of how he held you in his arms.

Every night you see him in your dreams— for a while at least. Your heart was hurt, it wanted to remind you of all the things you could've done, but it knew that if you kept dreaming about him, you would have died grieving years ago.

A loud knock on your door suddenly erupted, a groan escaped your lips. You rolled to the other side trying to bury your head under the covers to drown out the sound. Then, your door busted open, making you sit up in surprise.

"What the fuck," you furrowed your brows, watching your father fix the dislocated door hinge.

"Don't use such language on me, young lady," he leans his trident beside the door. "You have a very important schedule to meet your suitors today."

Your eyes widen, "Suitors?!" You shrieked, your father's face contorts.

“Father, I think this has gone long enough for you to know that I am not interested.” he let out a sigh. He’s well aware of that.

"Look, I understand, but I will not have you sulk for the rest of your life just because that good-for-nothing son of Athena died," your blood boiled at his words.

"No father, I don’t think you do understand," You said with resentment.

You tried to bury the tears back down, not wanting to cry in front of your father. The pent up anger made you want to lash out like what he said was the last straw but your pride was much stronger.

"It's rude to keep them in line, they've travelled far just to get here, so I suggest you make yourself presentable and be there as soon as possible," his last words before shutting your door closed behind him.

The knick-knacks on your shelf shook as your father slammed the door shut. He wasn't mad, he was just….strict, as your father and god of the sea, you are under his territory thus, giving you no choice but to follow him.

You laid back on your bed, pulling the covers, letting out a muffled scream into the blanket. Only kids get treated like this, he acts like you aren't already a hundred years old.

You didn't want to meet another batch of mermen with plastic smiles and fake personalities. They were only after you because of your title, daughter of Poseidon, god of the sea, with a legacy that soon passes unto you. You had sisters and brothers, you didn't understand why it had to be you, but Poseidon himself already had it all planned.

You swam near the big stadium-like structure, with large pillars that were carved so intricately in quartz.  The end of the stadium planted Poseidon's throne where he sat so elegantly. You hid behind the pillars, spotting the men that were seated to the side, waiting for your arrival, but you already decided you weren't going to attend. Not this time.

You took the longest route to Olympus, making sure no one spots you, escaping the suffocating vast seas that used to be called home.

=

"You know one day I could get killed by your dad," Wooyoung set the teacups filled with hot liquid on the dining table where you sat.

It's been a while since you set foot on land, you didn't miss it, the painful after-effects of walking for too long did make you wonder how land dwellers live.

"He won't since I made him promise it," your cheeky smile made him roll his eyes.

"But won't he easily find you here?"

"He will but he couldn't be bothered to travel all the way here," you took a sip from the cup, hot liquid running down your throat.

"I'll be home by sundown, can't have him wash Olympus just to find me," you force out a laugh, wooyoung giving you a sympathetic look.

He knows you are still mourning. Deep inside you are still in pain, but you try to keep it hidden.

"You know, it's been years and he is still bringing me these men I barely even know and he wants me to pick one to marry?" You planted your forehead on the table, hiding your face in frustration. "It's getting annoying." After those annoying years of having to pretend you are ok and just sitting pretty in front of dozens of merpeople, making yourself look like a prize in a glass box waiting for a winner to take you home.

But of course, it's still your choice and you chose to be with none of them.

"Were any of them attractive at least?" You hear the familiar charming voice. You look up to see Wooyoung's mother— aphrodite— adorned in her usual attire, laced with gold sequences, a headpiece in gold, and jewellery that complimented her skin.

You shook your head as you gave her a soft smile, "They always have this forced appearance to look strong and the wide creepy smiles that they think will help attract me to them," she listens to your rant, pouting slightly, "What a shame, you know your father's taste was never that good," she winked. You knew she was talking about your mother, whom you didn't know that well since she is always focusing on your brothers.

"I thought you went out early," Wooyoung questioned. Aphrodite cupped her son's cheeks, kissing the top of his nose.

"I just forgot something dear," you giggled at her ways of babying her son. Fixing his hair and touching up the light makeup he puts on every day. You can't deny how attractive Wooyoung is, you could see the features that he inherited from his mother.

"Poseidon won't stop what he is doing though, I suggest you do as his wishes y/n, or you'll face his consequences," strips of memory to that day cross your mind again. It was truly painful to recall, it made your heart clenched and you wanted to scream your head off.

"Look, whatever it is you want to do, just make sure it isn't something stupid," Wooyoung held your hand in his, rubbing your skin with his thumb. You remembered the last stupid thing you did.

You were grateful to have met someone like Wooyoung, he has always been there for you. Even though your father had been skeptical of him for so long, he still let you be around him.

But you can't promise him this time because another stupid idea just popped up in your head.

=

"Are you kidding y/n? Didn't we just talk about this?" Wooyoung follows you from behind as you walk through the forest. The last time you were here was the day your world fell apart.

You swore to not cross paths where it reminded you of him but right now, it is important.

"Look, demigods are bound to be reincarnated, there's a chance I could see him again," you explained, stepping on sticks and pebbles, slashing through vines and large leaves with your bronze dagger. Mingi wasn't like you or wooyoung who had both parents that are gods. Like Athena, he was created by her from her mind. He wasn't born….normal.

"And then what? What will you do if you see him?"

In all honesty, you didn't plan that far, all you thought of was to meet mingi in the mortal world. Wooyoung's concern for you just became worse when the silence answers his question. You have no plan, you just wanted to see mingi again.

You ignored Wooyoung's continuous nagging until you reached your destination. The tree that grew sweet magical berries that can only be found deep in the forests of Olympus. The berry that could help the gods enter the mortal realm.

"Y/n…." Worry settles in, Wooyoung knows the side effects of these berries. You weren't as powerful as your parents who were able to visit the mortal realm on your own, you needed help and you were certainly not gonna ask your father.

"I'll be fine," you picked a few handfuls of berries and stuffed them in your bag, "Atlantis won't be that far, If I need to, I’ll just come back." You smiled at Wooyoung.

"I leave tomorrow."

"What about your dad? Won't he get mad?" You two made your way back out of the forest, taking the path of where you came from.

"I just told him I'm sleeping at your place for a while," Wooyoung freezes in place. As expected of his role as your best friend, he's responsible for covering you up.

"You owe me big time."

=

Arriving at the mortal realm, alone and slightly scared. But the sight of what seemed to be the city made you giddy all of the sudden.  

You walked around exploring the beautiful structures of the city. Tall buildings surrounding the area, billboards, and giant screens with lights and flashing colours. You were overwhelmed at first but it was quite interesting. It was nothing like you have seen before.

There were tons of people who wore casual attire, some wore suits as they travelled to work. Big buses and cars drove by in the streets— you almost got run over by one, not knowing the purpose of the blinking traffic light; the horrendous sound of the car horn almost did make your ears bleed.

Settling down on one of the park benches, you took a break from walking. The sandals you brought weren't doing any justice for your feet.

Your surroundings were peaceful, pink flowers scattered across the concrete, different coloured leaves decorating the trees, getting ready for the fall season. Suddenly, you felt a gust of wind. The eerie grey smoke rising in front of you. Chills running up your spine, your mind having a clear idea of where it's coming from.

A cold mischievous laugh emitted from within, your initial reaction was to pull out the dagger from your side, clutching the handle tight until your knuckles turned white.

"Relax, it's me," the same annoying voice you dreaded hearing.

"Ryujin, what are you doing here?" You scowled. She was bad news— the spirit of mischief lives within her, wherever she goes, chaos follows.

"Hmm, are you not happy to see me?" Her Cheshire cat-like smile plastered onto her face as she took a seat beside you, crossing her leg on top of the other. Her hair was shorter than the last time you saw her, eyes still full of mischief.

"I was hoping to not see you again after the incident 20 years ago," you spat, hatred lacing your words.

"Right, the poor boy, died so soon," her face turned into a sad look before smiling once again.

Ryujin was the main cause of his death. Your father just made it happen. Leading Mingi to that place in the forest where she knew your father was there, he hated Athena's children, he wouldn't hesitate to kill one in sight.

You wished there was a way to go back in time to stop Ryujin from leading Mingi to his inevitable death. But as expected, she felt no shame or guilt whatsoever.

"What is it that you plan anyway, there is a reason for you to come here, right?"

You kept your mouth closed, not wanting to possibly give your plan away for the spirit of mischief to take its course. And so, you kept quiet. Ryujin clicked her tongue in annoyance. She wished she could read minds, but that's her brother's power.

"Fine, keep it to yourself," she stood up, grumbling something under her breath, "Just so you know, I am not leaving without having a bit of fun," another gust of wind blowing in your direction leaves swirling in a circle on the concrete just below her feet, the puff of smoke covering her figure as she disappeared.

Your mind was in shambles. Usually, she would try and pressure you into answering but she brushed it off so soon.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, the weight suddenly leaving your chest. Sometimes the presence of Ryujin gives you this uneasy feeling, but it was better than getting a visit from her brother. He is ten times worse.

=

You finally adapted to the mortal world, got a place to stay all by yourself. There were obstacles on the way but you got over them easily.

You lay quietly on the bed, and to be honest, it was a bit uncomfortable. The covers are placed over you up to your neck. You stared at the ceiling, counting rams in hopes of helping you fall asleep. And on your 1117th ram, your eyes finally grew heavy.

But to your dismay, your throat decides that it was parched. You sat up from your bed, wearing your slippers, and made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and filling it up with water, but before you could take a sip, you saw a figure on your couch.

You dropped the glass, shattering across the floor. The figure whipped his head around and you couldn't believe your eyes. Is this a dream? You must be dreaming… You might have even gone mad.

"Mingi?" You stuttered. You haven't called out that name in so long.

"Y/n, be careful you'll hurt yourself," he stood from the couch, making his way to you. You took a few steps back. Mingi's face shows a look of confusion.

He stepped on the glass unfazed by it. Did he not feel that? Of course, this is a dream, he's not real.

"What's wrong?" His arms out to reach for you.

"N-no, I'm dreaming, this can't be—" you shook your head, tears pricking your eyes. You felt warm hands cup your face, it was so real, your knees so close to giving out.

"What do you mean?" His eyes were the same shade of brown. His hair is styled the same way he always has it in.

"You're real?" Your voice croaked, mingi chuckled. The same smile you saw years ago, but as expected, his face started to fade. This is definitely a dream. It was impossible to have mingi physically there, you saw him….die, right in front of your eyes.

"Of course I'm real," his voice was soft, comforting even. You were really hearing his voice, this is his voice. He pressed his forehead against you, kissing the top of your nose promptly.

At this point, you couldn't stop the tears from falling. You sobbed making mingi pull away and look at you with worry in his eyes.

"Please don't leave me again," you pleaded. You wished it was real, your chest grew even tighter. What kind of cruel punishment is this?

"Why would I leave?" He wiped the tear on your cheek. "I'll always be here," he said in reassurance as he pulled you in his embrace. You missed it so much—you missed him so much. The same warmth was still there, but it eventually started to feel cold. Like Hades was paying a visit to take him back to the underworld.

You finally got to see him again, even if it was only a dream, it really felt like he was there, body and soul present. You didn't want to let him go, there's no way you are losing him again.

His image starts to fade, you start to feel the emptiness again. His hold on your body began to feel like nothing, it was cold like ice. You tried to grip his shirt, keeping him from disappearing. You spewed out pleas, begging him to stay. At Least for a little longer.

But then you woke up, hot liquid running down your face.

You were crying, something you haven't done in a long while. Slapping your cheeks, making sure you were really awake.

"Come one y/n, it was just a dream," you said to yourself out loud.

20 years and you thought you were over him. But those agonizing years were torturous. Everything seemed to remind you of him. Wooyoung almost didn't see you for 18 years until you finally decided to visit him. You wouldn't know what to do if wooyoung was never in your life, you might as well have been asleep for the rest of your life.

=

The clamshell that sat on your bedside table glowed. It was a magic shell that sends messages back and forth in writing. You gave one to Wooyoung so you could communicate from a distance.

"Did you find him?" The letters glowed as they appeared.

"Not yet." you wrote back, watching the writings disappear indicating that he is reading it.

"Time is ticking y/n." Anxiety washes over you again. Soon the berries won't be enough to hold you there and you'll be needing to come back home.

"Y/n, you there?" A voice startled you, making you almost drop the shell. It would be bad if you did, it was a fragile thing, you could risk shattering it and won't have anything else to communicate with.

"In here!" You called out, quickly hiding the shell in the dresser.

"I brought lunch," mina smiled, holding up a paper bag filled with takeout.

The day you moved in, still exploring the apartment that you rented, you heard a knock on your door.

You peeked through the peephole. A woman stood in front of the door patiently, short brown hair— half of it tied into a ponytail— dressed in a leather jacket and denim pants. She looked about 20, maybe 21 but she doesn't look older than 25.

You almost pulled out your dagger but resisted, remembering that they are mortals and you could get in trouble. You slowly twisted the doorknob open, opening it slightly so your body is visible but not the room.

"Hi, I'm mina!" She said in a bubbly tone. Her energy made you slightly overwhelmed. "I'm your neighbour, just next door." She pointed to the apartment beside yours.

You nodded, not knowing what to reply. "Have you finished unpacking?" You tilted your head in confusion. "Do you need help with boxes or anything?"

You looked back in your apartment, body moving aside just enough for Mina to have a clear view.

"Did you not bring any stuff?"  You shook your head.

"I only brought a satchel," you gripped the strap that hung across your body. She gazes at the small bag attached to your body.

"Well, it looks like you need help settling in, why don't I cook dinner for you? You don't seem to have any pots or pans or food either." Your stomach grumbled at the mere mention of food.

Mina giggled, making you heat up in embarrassment. "I'll take that as a yes."

Since then Mina has been your source of food and company. She's been a great companion for the past few days. You told Wooyoung all about her and he just replied coldly. The thought of your best friend getting jealous of your new mortal friend made you laugh.

"So, I just started my 3rd year of college, and honestly, I am tired of it— I've been thinking of dropping out but then my mom might whoop my ass…"  Mina rants while you sit there, zoned out watching the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"Earth to y/n," mina waves her hand in front of you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Oh sorry, What were you saying?" The girl pouts, eventually brushing it off to discuss other things.

"Oh right, so I met this guy on campus and he is like, really cute. He is super tall and like, maybe a bit built..." You listened to her attentively but still in the back of your mind you couldn't help but discuss your plans on how to find mingi to yourself.

"Should I ask him out?" You blinked— you weren't paying attention again.

"I'm sorry?"

"The guy I met on campus on my first day, should I ask for his number?"

"Oh totally, you should," you said plainly, you feel really bad for not paying attention but you couldn’t help it when your mind is being occupied with something else. Mina just brushed it off, not noticing your spaced-out expression. She continued rambling while your mind wandered.

Time was running out, you needed a plan.

=

"Remind me why I am on your college campus again?" You said, mina dragging you by the arm. She woke you up at an ungodly hour just to travel early to her college campus. Few students were walking around campus, on their way to their scheduled class.

"Look, I barely have friends, also do you go to college? You look to be around my age," your eyes widen. Atlantis doesn't have schools, you had to travel to Olympus just to make it to class, but you only had to go until you turned 18. And you are immortal, you haven't been to school for a hundred years.

"I graduated," you just said. Hoping she won't ask further questions.

"Oh so you're older than me then," you nodded. She stopped to sit by a tree in the campus garden, patting the grass beside you. You sat beside her, leaning on the tree.

"I don't have class 'till after lunch, we can grab something to eat before you can go back to your apartment," she took out her textbook and paper to finish what she didn't the day before.

"Sorry for dragging you, You are always locked up in your apartment so I thought why not take you here with me," you were planning on exploring more of the city, just to take note of the possible routes to get around.

"Won't I get in trouble? I don't go here."

"You are fine, besides, it's an open college, anyone can visit here," she explains as she gets back to her work.

Your eyes wandered off somewhere else, spotting the students who were early, sitting on the grass as they got some sleep under the trees. Some were reading books and some were having their breakfast.

It makes you sleepy after a while, deciding to lean your head against the tree, closing your eyes for a brief moment.

A pair of shoes tapping against the grass, crunching the leaves on the way. You didn't bother to open your eyes so you just stayed and listened. Must be one of mina's friends as you hear her voice ushering for them to sit.

They sat on the other side of the tree beside mina, talking about classes and homework but something about that voice tingles your brain. The familiar deep husky voice made your heart ache. You were confused as to why you were reacting that way.

Soon the person left and you were forced to open your eyes when mina shook your shoulder abruptly.

"Guess who just gave me their number," she said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Who?"

"The hot campus boy," she squealed, waving the paper in her hand. "His name is mingi and it's kinda cute and his voice was deep, not that deep, but like...deep."

Your eyes widen, "mingi?" She nodded. You felt like your world stopped spinning. Your mind is in shambles, processing the information. Your ears deafened the sounds around you, muffling mina's continuous babblings.

You thanked the gods that he's here, but then reality hit. He doesn't know you for he is only a reincarnation of the mingi you knew. He is no longer the son of Athena, he is just human.

=

"Are you sure it's the mingi?" Wooyoung's message appears from the clamshell. You lay on your bed, a book on your lap as you were reading just a while ago.

"Yes, Mina's description fits so perfectly," you bit your lip, anxiously fidgeting with your necklace. What if it wasn't him? You can't confirm that it really is him, he has no memory of his past life.

"Ok, so what are you gonna do now? You found him, what's the next step?" You mentally slapped yourself for being unprepared. You wanted to see him again, that was your main goal, and now that you know he's here, you have no reason to stay.

You want to be with him but it's impossible, you are immortal, he'll age while you stay young. Well, nothing much was changed when he was a demigod, but he had the opportunity to become immortal. It's not like there is some way a mortal can become immortal.

…..or is there.

"I'm coming back," the writing disappeared letter by letter as wooyoung's message appeared right after.

"Really? So that's it?"

You shook your head as if he could see you. "I have a plan"

"Oh no," wooyoung thought. Letting out a deep sigh. "She's gonna get into more trouble isn't she?" Wooyoung wished that somehow something would knock some sense into you.

=

"Y/n!"

"Mina, hey," she threw herself at you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"I'm gonna miss you," she squeezed around your neck, restricting your airflow.

"Mina," you patted her back, making her apologize with a sheepish grin, "I'll be back soon though, you don't have to miss me too much."

"I know— wait, are you free right now? I was wondering if you wanna go eat before you leave," you thought for a second. Though it isn't difficult to travel back to Olympus, you're unfortunately on your last berry.

"Sure," you hoped it'll last you for another few hours.

Arriving at a restaurant with mina, ordering food as soon as you sat down. Your eyes wandered around. The restaurant was busy, waiters quickly passing around, trying to get to the customer's table as soon as possible.

"Finally," Mina says, standing up on her seat. You turned your head to the person she was referring to.

"Sorry I'm late, I got stuck in traffic."

"I invited mingi, I hope you don't mind y/n," Mina says with a sorry smile.

"I don't mind at all." That unsettling feeling soon washes over you, seeing mingi stand in front of you, face to face. You find it weird to see him like this like he didn't die. He looks like the same mingi years ago, it just felt….different.

You took your seats again, Mina helping mingi order his food. The three of you waited for your orders, chatting about anything that comes to mind. Mina talking about classes and homework that is due and mingi asking if any of you were free to a party this weekend.

Of course, you can't go.

"So, Where are you from y/n?" He asks you. His voice sounded so natural to you but at the same time, it felt foreign, like you just heard of it now. Technically you did but, the way demigod reincarnations work is they get reborn the same. Meaning they'll look the same, speak the same, and their personalities are most likely the same. Nothing will change once they get reborn— except, they won't remember anything from their past life.

"Atlantis," you blurted out, panic rushing through you. You can see the confusion in their faces.

"Like, the lost city of Atlantis?" Mortals, what are they teaching them?

"I mean Atlanta," you corrected yourself, body stiff as stone.

"America? That's far, do you have a flight?" Mina intervened. You didn't even know where that was, you just so happened to remember that book you read before coming here and the main character lived in a place called Atlanta.

"Uh yeah, sure," you felt cold sweat trickling down the back of your neck. You just hope they won't ask any more questions.

You let out a sigh of relief as the two of them get back to chatting with each other.

Finally, the food arrived and the sooner you finished the sooner you got to go home. And with your last berry, you popped it in your mouth after the meal.

Leaving the restaurant with mina and mingi you were finally able to go back to Olympus.

As you are ready to part ways, Mina engulfs you in a tight hug, cutting off your airflow. "Mina, you're squishing me," you said in a choked out voice. "Be quick ok," she gives you a final hug before walking in the other direction.

You waited until the coast was clear and hid somewhere secluded.

=

You arrived safely and with just a minute to spare. You were gonna go to wooyoung's place first before going back to Atlantis when you saw a lightning strike. A gust of moist air blows your way, a growling thunder piercing through your ears. Your mind immediately assumed that it was Zeus but when the clouds cleared you saw your father, sitting on a cloud with his trident on his lap.

"Father," you said, greeting him with a bow. Though he didn't look pleased with seeing you at the gates of Olympus, he still gave your hair a ruffle.

"You have me worried sick y/n, where were you?"

You expected yelling, hearing these words and this kind of tone shocked you. Especially even after telling him that you were staying at wooyoung's but still found you at the gates

"Look, I know I may have gone too far— with...you know, the marriage," he admits. Avoiding eye contact with you as much as possible. Not that it wasn't sincere, he just wasn't used to admitting he was wrong. But he loves you dearly and he'd do anything for you.

"It's ok, I actually forgot those happened." there was an awkward silence. Then, Poseidon left, after informing you of what time dinner was gonna be.

You finally arrived at your best friend's house and instead of a worried wooyoung, you were met with a furious wooyoung.

"I knew this was a bad idea, your father almost killed me!" He said. You rolled your eyes at the exaggeration.

"Relax wooyoung, nothing happened," you placed your bag onto his bed, taking out the souvenirs you got.

"Did he say anything to you? You are still alive so I'm guessing you haven't met yet?"

"I met him at the gates and he said he was worried." Thinking back to that moment made you shiver, it's like someone replaced your dad with someone completely different.

"Huh, well ok then— Ooh what are these," he was quick to change the topic as his curiosity fills in. Wooyoung takes the bag of candies you brought, ripping it open to take one of the wrappers with the sugary treats inside. You chuckled, watching wooyoung chew on the candy.

He notices your gaze stuck on the floor while you get lost in your own thoughts.

"Hey, did something else happen there?"

You snap back into reality, taking a while to process what wooyoung just said. You shook your head in response.

"Actually, is there a way to stay there without the berries?"

He stares at you for a moment, he honestly thought you were done and you weren't going back there. It's dangerous for you since you are not as strong as your father. Even with something more efficient than a magical fruit, you are bound to get in trouble.

"My mom has a necklace," wooyoung says, he didn't want to say it but he knew how important this is to you. Eventually you'll stop, knowing mortals and gods cannot stay together forever.

"She used to make me wear it when she let me go to the mortal world with her."

"Can I borrow it?"

=

"Y/n!" Mina ran to you with open arms, "I missed you so much," you giggled at your friend.

"I've only been gone for a week."

"A week too long," she pouted.

She takes your hand in hers, pulling you to whatever direction. You arrived at the airport, making it look like you got here by plane. Passing security check out and exiting the building.

"You still remember mingi right?" She asks.

"Of course, I left for a week, it doesn't mean I forgot anything that's here," she grinned.

"Why, what happened?" You asked, hiding the hint of fear in your voice.

"Oh nothing," she sing-song, trying to stop her lips from smiling too much.

You both stopped at the front of the main entrance, waiting for you-don't-know-who. Until a car stops in front of you. Mingi came to pick you two up, giving you a ride to your apartment.

"So, what's it like in your hometown," she asks, taking a bite of her food.

"Uh, It's….you know —uh…. there's trees and buildings."

Mina nodded slowly as she continued eating her food.

After you two finished eating, Mina left to finish her college work— probably with mingi.

You didn't want to think the worst but considering mina's behavior around mingi, you couldn't stop the thoughts running around your mind.

You gripped the pendant that was tied around your neck. It's pearly white color glowing due to the light reflecting on it. Its sharp edges indicate that it was shattered into parts.

The other half is with mingi.

Atleast, when he was still with you. It symbolizes your promise to always be together and be there for each other.

But fate just wasn't on your side. And it still isn't.

As you walked out of your apartment to get some fresh air, you spotted the two by the parking lot. Their faces are inches away from each other.

You didn't know why but you felt your heart sink. Tears welling in your eyes. You reminded yourself that this mingi isn't the same mingi that promised to be with you. He wasn't the same mingi that helped you run away from home whenever your parents were arguing again.

That gave you a reality check, you can't be with him anymore. You have to let him go.

Your gaze still stuck on the two, not noticing the sudden appearance of another spirit.

This time, it made you feel chills.

"Keeho," you said in a whisper. You didn't bother to look in his direction.

"Oh, I'm glad you recognize me," he said, a mischievous smile growing on his lips.

"Ryujin would have loved to see this, after all, this was her plan." You curled your fist into a ball, tight enough until your nails dug into your skin.

"Why?" You managed to let out. You didn't want this to affect you but it does. After everything you did, it all didn't matter in the end.

"I don't know, ask ryujin. I'm just here to relay a message."

Keeho pushed himself off the wall that he was leaning on and came over to you.

"Don't try to bring back something that was meant to be taken away, it'll come back to bite you in the ass," he whispered against your ear, sending chills down your spine.

Then he left, disappearing into the mist again.

Even though you just came back, you were already itching to leave. Packing your bag and locking the apartment. Giving the keys to the landlord.

Mina notices you in a hurry to leave, running after you to catch you.

"Y/n! Where are you going?" She grabs your wrist making you stop. You didn't turn around, you stayed rooted to the ground. Swallowing the thick lump in your throat before speaking.

"I'm sorry Mina," you pulled your wrist away from her and left. You felt guilty, she was your only friend and she felt betrayed. You left without an explanation.

=

"Y/n? You're here, did something happen?" Wooyoung read your expression.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as you replaced the sad look with a small smile.

"I'm great, I just didn't like the whole vibe there," you lied.

You removed the ruby crystal around your neck giving it to wooyoung, muttering a thanks. Alongside you removed the pendant that was tucked under your shirt. Wooyoung was shocked as you never took it off and you swore you never would.

You tucked the necklace into your pocket, taking a mental note to put it away when you get home.

Although you didn't accomplish your original mission, you did realize that it's always good to let go of something. Never let anything or anyone tie you down. You are still heartbroken, but you are sure you could get over it soon.

Of course, the siblings that stared at you through the window, mischievous smiles on their faces, will not let you live just yet.

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Dear Anon, sorry if I can't do the screen of your request :3 anyway I hope you like it

Warning: mention of violence and blood (nothing too bloody I think)

45- Tokyo Ghoul, Uta x human!Reader

“Natural”

That's your favorite time of the day. When you sit at the table in the hot cafeteria, with the steam of the sweet boiling drink in your nostrils, the warmth of the discreetly attended but not too noisy environment and your faithful sketchbook open on the polished wooden shelf. The first blank page available looks at you, waiting to become your world, your dreams.

You are particularly lucky today; he is there.

When you entered he was already sitting at the bar, sipping a black coffee. He doesn't come every day, nor does he always arrive at the same time, but when you find him you know he will stay a long time.

You don't know his name - or at least you shouldn't know, it's not nice to overhear conversations - you don't know who he is, you just know that the first time something entered him it made you hold your breath. You don't even know what has caused you so much upset at a simple glance; it's not his extravagant style, it's not his piercings or his intricate tattoos. They are not even his strange and sometimes scary eyes. They are not those caressing, sweet and persuasive ways with which he seems to behave as usual, and not even the calm ironic words he occasionally addresses to the one who serves behind the counter. No, it's none of this, or maybe it's all this, but you don't know it, you can't understand it.

Today he smiled at you. The place wasn't too crowded, and his look had turned to you at the chirping of the bell. How bizarre as a face that threatens so much aggression it is capable of such delicacy.

You wonder if he knows how much your eyes touch him every time you meet him. Maybe yes, but he doesn't really care.

His decorated fingers are absent-mindedly tucked into the handle of the cup, his hair today is gathered in a rather messy half-ponytail. You don't know if he did it on purpose or if he just didn't pay much attention to it.

For a second you get lost following his profile line. His lips are slightly parted, he is listening.

You choose to seize the moment, and your freshly sharpened pencil glides over the slightly textured paper, sketching indefinite sketches. You have plenty of time to improve them.

You don't really remember since you started drawing Uta - as the man in the coffee shop calls him, and for you he is the only reference you can rely on - only, suddenly the block that had taken possession of your artistic skills was suddenly loose. Whoever that man was, you wanted to draw him.

From there, his face started to appear more and more often in your drawings, and from there he started to inspire you, he started to make you imagine.

"Beautiful, he is really beautiful." You thought immediately, and at the beginning it was nothing more. Then, slowly, over time that "beautiful" had extended beyond his physical boundary, also touching his attitude, his voice, his expressions.

You never really talked to him - out of shyness, or maybe not to break that magic - but it's not important. That's okay, you've started to get attached to him, you've begun to hope that he can be okay, that he can be happy, and it doesn't matter who he is or who he isn't. His mere presence has given you so much.

Today it is a coincidence that you and he get up at the same time from your respective seats. He surely didn't notice, and neither did you, as you put your sketchbook back in your bag.

It is not rush hour, and even if you are far away you can see him well. He is so calm, while he keeps his balance clinging effortlessly to the steel tube. His eyes look beyond the glass, although there is little to see. But maybe they see much more? You wonder what he is thinking, what can a person like him think? Who knows how he lives, you wouldn't even know how to attribute a precise age to him.

He is quicker than you to get out, and you are still settling your bill. It's not like you want to chase him, you're not a stalker or a maniac, but he's right in front of you. It is a coincidence. It is also a coincidence when he takes the subway with you.

Your stop passes by, and this time it is no coincidence.

Shinjuku is his station, apparently. Yes, it suits him, it's a suitable environment for him, at least you think. The frenetic lights and noises make the neighborhood alive even in the evening dusk. It is not a bad place to pass the time, it is full of attractions, activities and culture.

You feel a bit dirty following him like this, but it's not something you can really command. You just want to know who he is, your muse. You would like to be close to him, you would like to ask him questions, but at the same time you are afraid. You are afraid of seeing him disappear, scared of you. Who will fill your blank pages if he leaves? But how come you could justify your behavior towards him? Would he ever understand the beauty he represents for your artist eyes?

When he disappears among the people it's not that big of a problem. You don't want to interfere in his business, after all you just wanted to have him close a little longer, at least close to your eyes.

But even if you didn't see him anymore, you didn't regret having extended your trip a little. Tokyo could inspire an artist more than people thought, and your sketchbook is back in your hands, to sketch what came to you - and from time to time to look back at that face that is taking shape more and more. below the details you have come to know by now.

There, in that district of the capital, if you take enough alleys and go down enough steps, you can reach hidden areas away from the eyes of tourists. Sure, they might seem insignificant and at times creepy, but for someone like you the small traditional shop on the corner, or the writing on the wall that would be poorly tolerated in the city center, has such a particular charm, so intense that it makes you imagine stories, and eyes that never existed.

And it is while the graphite of your pencil draws more or less regular shadows on a creature that looks so much like that tabby cat looking for food in the alley, that something makes your blood run cold.

A cry, a cry of terror. It was sharp, scratchy, but immediately suffocated, or rather, broken.

And it is then that looking up to the sky you see the night. It is not the case for someone like you to be in those areas with darkness that has fallen.

And that's why you don't bother thinking about that scream, you just think about going back through those alleys, and as quickly as possible.

But for you the world is bigger than for any human being, and your feet stop, your breath freezes in your chest.

There is no light, you are alone, but taking refuge behind the wall like a mouse, your eyes too used to observing see it immediately.

Him. It's him. Him, and his eyes light up hot. In the light glow of the moon and the flickering artificial lights you can see blood-colored veins that like roots mark his nocturnal sclera up to affect the pale skin.

His arms always dyed with black weaves are now covered in red, as are his hungry lips, his face up to his nose.

You know perfectly well what is happening, you know that that mass of flesh at his feet is a man he has just killed, to devour him.

You know what he is, and it scares you. How could it not? Yet it is precisely that fear that inspires you, that makes you take the figure of him in the dim light. As many details as possible are frantically marked on the paper, everything you need to remember.

"Beautiful" is everything your confused and terrified mind can think as you start running unaware of the fact that he saw you - or rather, he smelled you -, but luckily for you too late. . . .

"I don't know anything about it."

You don't know if actually the case those investigators are investigating is actually the killing - or the post-killing - you witnessed, but it doesn't really matter. Your words come out with such an ease that you are amazed too.

You wonder which god is angry with you for letting you cross their path and their eyes, is it your punishment for asking for help?

Maybe wandering around the back streets of Shinjuku makes you suspicious? Probably. But it doesn't matter, you really don't know anything. You are ready to forget everything in order to protect him. You can not miss it. He is your subject, your art.

You hold your sketchbook to your chest, protective.

"I didn't know there were ghouls in the area… is it really that dangerous?" It's not that you like to lie, but the more you can mislead those people, the more you can avoid danger to him, so don't blame yourself. It's the right thing, it's right that he has the chance to live.

"We don't have precise information, but it would be better not to wander alone in such isolated places, especially if the day is ending."

Looking up at the sky you realize that the sky is slowly turning on the evening colors. Who knows what you really expected. Were you seriously hoping to find him? Maybe Shinjuku was just a stop for him that day. Or maybe you are the cause why you don't come across him anymore, not even at the cafeteria.

“Now that I know, I'll try to be careful. I'll finish quickly and go home right away. "

The man in front of you smiles, his eyes scan the surroundings come to make sure you are safe: "Well, if you see something strange, even a suspicious trace, please contact us."

You agree. He gives you the impression of a good-hearted man, that agent, and you silently thank him as he and his companions walk away from you.

The world is cruel. It is cruel, but you don't even know in what respect, because it can be so cruel and so generous at the same time. So kind and so unfair.

And while in solitude your free mind wanders among those thoughts, something makes you quickly return to the ground, rushes you, crushes you.

A stabbing pain takes you to the right side of your body, like a burning fire throbs and quivers in your torn muscles, starting from the hollow between the neck and shoulder.

You would scream, but you are prevented, because a cold hand presses on your lips forcefully.

You don't really think about what's happening, you don't have time to think. All you can do is wriggle desperately, even though the strength holding you back is far superior to yours.

That pain repeats itself, more overwhelming on the open wound, and this time you can at least turn around in the arms of torture. And everything stops.

His beautiful face, the face you searched for so intensely is there, a few inches from yours. His eyes look at you, they scan you. His tongue licks your blood and his arms tighten you against him to keep you from running away.

Have you ever had him so close? Do not you think. You don't think he has ever looked at you as directly as he is doing right now.

But you don't have time, you have no way of thinking. The blood slips away, your eyesight darkens and your body loses sensitivity with every passing second.

The world is so kind to grant you that closeness, and so cruel to give you so little time to enjoy what you have so desired.

"Beautiful ..." You manage to murmur, and maybe that's really all you want to tell him. Your hand rests cold and delicate on his face, touching his pale cheek. His night-colored tuft lightly tickles your numb knuckles, and his confused gaze is the last thing you see. . . .

How long hadn't anyone caressed him like that? Had anyone ever caressed him like that?

Uta hadn't really looked for you, even though he recognized you, for some reason he just avoided meeting you again. It was the riskiest choice for him, yet he had subconsciously decided to give you that chance, to the little artist in the coffee shop.

But you were there, so close to him, in his domain. He had smelled you, so what could he do?

Yet you weren't behaving like everyone else. He didn't believe he could see such warmth in human eyes, ready to give in to forced sleep, and the bite had been held back. He still feels the sweetness and tenderness of your flesh running down his throat, but he has held back from giving you the coup de grace. A sign of respect for an artist like him? Or just too risky curiosity?

And your hand moved away from him too soon, slumping along his arm with a dead weight.

From your chest your black-covered notebook slips to the ground, you had held it tight all the time despite your injured shoulder.

His pupils scrutinize the object with distrust and curiosity. Probably he should kill you before he feels free to browse, yet now he is there, bent over. His long moon fingers and night-colored interlacing turn the pages with a light and quick gesture.

There are drawings of animals, people, objects. You're good, really good, he likes your style.

But that is not all. He could have foreseen it, he could have suspected since your eyes touched him so much, yet it was as if in his vision this was impossible. Despite this impossibility, one's face looks at him, and turning the page it is still there, only from another point of view. There are drawings of him in every perspective, with expressions that not even he realizes he has - probably no one has ever noticed -; some portraits are detailed, some are colored, some are just sketches that, despite everything, reflect him, while still others are started and never finished, deleted and thrown away as errors.

He is really beautiful.

You even wrote it down. You have written a lot, you have taken note of the details of him.

Uta doesn't know how he actually feels. How is he feeling? He feels a shyness on him that is not his own. Is it embarrassment? Maybe, in part. In part it's confusion, and in part ... how long hasn't someone considered him with the tenderness with which you did? You had watched him from afar for so long, and so intensely.

He obviously understood your interest, every time he greeted you cordially it was a confirmation, but he didn't think there was such a stupid sincerity in your feelings.

As he continues to turn the cream-colored pages, he notices that some pages are torn. He doesn't really give weight to them, he also does it when a work of his does not satisfy him, despite your mistakes being present several times in the notebook.

The last page is still him, he is smiling. He wonders if he really smiles like that. He looks really handsome, and he doesn't know if he's real or your eyes have affected that image to make his face so kind and serene.

A soft sigh blows between his lips as he closes your treasure. Yet, before he can complete the action, something blocks him.

On the bottom, on the hard cover, the internal part reproduces the black of the external facade. He probably wouldn't have noticed anything strange if his eye wasn't used to being attentive.

Sticking his fingers into the crack under that black, he manages to retrieve a slightly protruding sheet, one of the sheets you tore.

On paper, the dark traces form his figure again, but this time something is different. He is different.

He is a ghoul in that drawing. He is bent over his victim, his placid face stained with blood, like his arms. He is imposing above the figure you have represented in the shadow.

Yet despite this, he is not ugly or cruel. You made it beautiful anyway, natural. Yes, you simply grasped his nature, you grasped the beauty in his nature and brought it back to paper, as a work of art.

It's not finished yet, his critical eye saw it well. Maybe that's why you hid it? Why were you dying to complete it during your days, to always have it with you, but were you afraid it would be discovered? Did you tear up so many pages for this? To deprive prying eyes of discovering his nature through your drawings?

Honestly, were you really protecting him, in your own way?

He had distractedly heard you talking to the Doves, and hadn't given it any weight - always because it was impossible, in his eyes - but now, in front of himself so sweetly admired by your shy eyes, he can't help admitting that something it moves in his stomach, like agitated butterflies.

Perhaps it is the interest in having been made a work of art by such skilled hands, or a sense of esteem that overwhelms him when he realizes that he is in front of a skilled artist, or perhaps, deep down, it is a simple motion of affection he can't help but feel for amazing human beings like you. Even while he was killing you, you didn't speak out against him. You are stranger than Tsugumi.

Uta may be crazy, but he is not insensitive, on the contrary, it is his sensitivity that makes him so uncomfortable in the world.

He feels you tremble and suddenly remembers he has you in his arms. He hadn't noticed that he had kept you with such care; your lifeless head, resting on his chest, rises and falls to the rhythm of his breaths.

Look at your suffering face, in his lap you are getting colder and colder and the nectarine blood continues to dirty both your clothes and his.

You can die, but the wounds he inflicted on you are not fatal in themselves - luckily -.

Will you forgive him for tasting your body? Probably yes. He doesn't know you, but he has already understood you, and now he wants to understand more. . . .

The warmth envelops you, all you perceive is a warm and placid relief.

Your clouded mind only asks you one question: "Are you dead?"

You don't really know why you should be, you just know that there is that possibility. Yet, slowly, a physicality settles on you, making you return to earth, away from the world of ideas.

Your fingers barely move and your sensitivity feels warmth and softness. The shoulder burns.

Your eyelids vibrate before venturing to lift again wondering if you really are living.

The light is dim, the environment is unfamiliar to you and yet you perceive something you know, even if you don't really know what it is. A sensation? A smell?

"Hey…"

A gentle, light, friendly voice. Maybe it's a bit hypocritical of him, but what does it matter to you? You're probably dreaming, he really killed you and that's your hell. It's not that bad if you can spend your pains admiring him.

His blood-colored and strawberry-colored eyes scan you attentively, there is no threat in his features, only a barely hinted smile, a smile that you adore, and a greeting from him that for some reason makes your rhythm pick up again your heart: "Good morning."

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