#I dreamed I held you in my arms or I know we'll meet again some sunny day

[bluebirbbb]

warm dreams sweet dreams

#haven't posted in a while hello #sweet little lulu little star #i started this so long ago oh boy #alternate captions include: #I dreamed I held you in my arms or I know we'll meet again some sunny day #qsmp tallulah #tallulah fanart #qsmp #wilbut soot #myartstuff

[itjazzbicch]

Things That Never Change

Pairing: Lui Kang x Titan!Reader 

First time writing for Lui Kang, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Falling in love long before their timeline was ripped after defeating Kronika, the reader, who became a Titan, still gets to spend time with their beloved Lui Kang but wishes things could be different so Lui Kang reassures that their love has never changed and that someday, they will have a true, happy ending...

Warnings:  N/A

Word Count: 0.6k 

Living for Eons and eons, I had seen everything there was to see, but nothing could compare to the night sky I was staring at. A Milky Way illuminated from a dark purple on one side to a bright blue, then back to purple. Stars soaring and dancing in the sky were such a beautiful sight.

What made it so unique? Lui Kangs' hand in mine, the smile I cherished on his face, his bright eyes locked into mine. We didn't need many words. Considering we were both Titans, we didn't have much time together.

This is where we would meet to have some time to ourselves and get away from our duties in our timelines for a while. Each time we came here, it seemed like our time grew shorter and shorter. I knew that soon we'd have to go.

I held his hand in my lap, catching his attention as he felt a water droplet fall and seep into his skin. It was a tear.

"Dear," Leaning to look into my eyes, he grew concerned, wiping away the tears that rolled down my cheek, "What's the matter?"

"Can we stay here forever?" I knew as a Titan that may have sounded childish and selfish even, as I had such significant duties, but my heart wanted what it wanted, and that was to be with Lui Kang. Always.

As he stayed silent for a moment, the tears wouldn't stop leaking out, squeezing his hand tight and expressing:

"I never want to leave your side. We lived for eons before we reunited. I felt so alone without you. I always feel that way when you're gone."

"I know how you feel," He cooed softly, guiding me into his arms for a warm hug that I needed, rubbing my back softly and relating to me, "Every second we're apart, I miss you."

"I just love you so much-," I professed, my voice cracking and breaking into a whisper, hugging him tighter, "I love you, Lui Kang."

"I love you too," He whispered, stroking my chin and guiding my eyes up at him. He looked like a work of art with the gorgeous stars behind him, believing his every word, "One day, we will always be together. I know that it has been so long, but be patient for just a while longer."

Nodding and taking a deep breath, I knew he was right. Patience was the only thing I had to overcome, and considering how long I've lived, that battle with patience wasn't as bad as it seemed.

"I know that I'm now a Titan," I whispered, feeling like it was the first time we met, "But I'm still the same young lady who fell for the chosen one."

"I haven't changed either," He assured, caressing my cheek, "My love for you hasn't changed, and regardless of how long we live, what we live through, that will never change."

Words weren't enough to explain how deep our love was; I perked my head up to find his lips, feeling complete as they met, magnetizing back together even if they parted for a second, wishing we could stay like this forever.

I lost track of time, solely focused on the softness of his lips kissing mine, the amount of powerful love we poured into each other. My lips broke apart with tears swelling up again as I knew it was time for us to go.

"Don't stress yourself, Y/N," He consoled, holding my face and smiling contagiously, "We'll have plenty more moments together and, eventually, everything we could ever dream of."

I smiled back, kissing him one more time, content and confident in his words, "I'll never doubt it, Lui Kang," 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

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[thewidowsledger]

Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 1: Our Dreams

© thewidowsledger 2023 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairings: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader

Warnings: Cursing, slight-ish torture

⧗

It was a disastrous night for Natasha, having to deal with men in general.

When Natasha received an invitation to a meeting with other mob bosses in the city, she saw it as an opportunity to strengthen alliances, forge new connections, and solidify her influence. However, as she stepped into the dimly lit room filled with cigar smoke and the unmistakable air of debauchery, she quickly realized that this gathering was far from what she had anticipated.

Natasha was a formidable woman, known to many as the notorious mob boss of the city. Her reputation preceded her, and her name struck fear into the hearts of those who dared to cross her path. A master of strategy and a shrewd negotiator, she had built her empire through sheer determination and a relentless pursuit of power.

To her dismay, she found most of the mob bosses indulging in their vices, surrounded by scantily clad women sitting on their laps, reveling in their momentary pleasures. The amount of mess in the room disgusts Natasha. But what would she expect? She was aware that the meeting would be held in a bar anyway.

"Natalia! Come on, let's just play around. You're drowning with your work, have some fun!" Rumlow playfully whined, he signaled a girl beside him to go to Natasha, "This one's for you."

The girl smirked and stood obeying Rumlow. But before the girl could come near Natasha, the redhead took a step back and glared at the girl, "I have no time for this Rum, I am not going to play your games."

Natasha left the room immediately, she could still smell the disgust clinging on her body.

"What happened? Done already? Haven't had my fun here yet." Bucky tried to keep his pace with Natasha.

"I just wasted my time here, let's go now." Natasha commanded.

"What?! Hey, you told me we'll have fun after your meeting." Bucky whined, "Damn, you have small legs but you surely walk fast. Slowdown Nat."

Natasha scoffed, "Fuck it Barnes. You go have fun alone, but make sure you drop that paper tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" Bucky exclaimed with victory. "And yes I promise that will be the first thing I am going to do tomorrow."

Natasha turned and pointed a finger on him, "But if I ever see a woman leaving your office tomorrow, I am going to kill you." Bucky would always bring girls to his office for a quick fuck and Natasha is getting tired of it. One time she entered his floor with a woman coming at the elevator in a rush with only half of clothes covering her body.

"Oh…that I can't promise." Bucky playfully smirks, but it soonly faded as Natasha took a punch on his arm. "Damn, your surely is small but you punch—"

"Have fun Barnes." Natasha turned her back at him and started walking away.

"Oh, I will!" Bucky shouted, he watched her figure disappear from the halls of the club.

⧗

Natasha finally made her way out, she stood calmly breathing some fresh air. But her peace was again ruined when she heard some commotion in the corner of the bar.

"You left us behind, baby."

"You don't know the things you do to us…"

"How about we go back inside again and show me the moves you did to the other man—"

"Oh, company wouldn't be a problem," someone said, the others started laughing. A man held your right arm and whispered enough for everyone to hear, "Look, this girl didn't entertain us inside, we just wanted some of her attention."

"Do we have a problem here?" Natasha met your gaze and turned to look at those disgusting men harassing you.

You coughed and couldn't bear to breathe properly with the smell of the man, a lot of smoke and beer mixing together. You always hated smoke and people who smoke and Natasha could see how disgusted you were, she caressed your other arm and quickly grabbed you. The man was stunned with Natasha's boldness, but their initial surprise quickly gave way to arrogance, they turned their attention towards Natasha, thinking they could scare her just as they had with you.

Natasha held you behind her, your grip on her suit suddenly loosened as her fist flew towards the man. You flinch at what she did, it happened too fast. Now, you're looking at the man who was harassing you earlier lying unconscious on the floor. The other two men knew better than to approach Natasha so they held their hands in the air in defeat.

"Kneel," Natasha commanded, and they did what she said, still holding their hands up. You were stunned by her command, they knelt in front of Natasha and she turned on you taking your hands delicately. She brought you beside her. "Apologize to her." Natasha started circling around them like a shark.

"I-uh we're sorry, we're sorry, please we're sorry, Miss."

"Miss, sorry, I apologize. Please…"

They seemed to be having a competition of who would apologize better. They were babbling, scared, the other man was crying already. You could swear they almost peed on their pants.

Natasha made her way to the unconscious body laying, she stepped on his face squeezing it to the ground. "Tell this moron that we'll come back for his apology."

Her gazed suddenly softened when they met yours. "Let's go." She told you.

You obeyed, keeping your pace with her. Damn, this woman surely do walk fast and she's something, you told yourself. The clothes, the fabric of it, the details of her leather shoes. Her actions, how she made those men kneel. What? Is she a mafia or something? You laughed in your head but quickly disregarded it.

"Thank you," you broke the silence between you and Natasha. You're not scared of those morons that harassed you. You're not new to it, getting harassed, propositioned in and outside the clubs…and especially in the line of your work, you're not new to it. You can handle it whenever you find yourself in the situation. But it made you realize that Natasha's actions earlier made you somehow scared, but again you shook away the thoughts and still thanked her. "I'm going now. Again, thank you."

"Wait, let me give you a lift. It's almost 2:00 AM, it's dangerous to walk alone." Natasha insisted.

"Oh, no need. I just live a few blocks away." You lied, you actually live halfway across the city. She's still a stranger after all. But you know to yourself, you could feel it that there is something about her that makes you feel comfortable, safe.

"Then let me walk you home if you only live a few blocks away. C'mon my conscience won't let me sleep." Natasha wanted to get some air, she could do it alone. It's much more peaceful she thinks, but at the same time she was suddenly all over you.

Under the moonlit sky, you and Natasha found yourselves strolling through the quiet city streets. The air was cool, carrying a whisper of mystery as you both walked.

You gasped when a shooting star passed in the dark sky and Natasha was startled and took a glance at you. You closed your eyes and whispered your wish to yourself, "I wanted to be rich."

Natasha was mesmerized by you, it seems like the whole world stopped when you closed your eyes. But she suddenly giggled when she heard your wish, "You wanted to be rich? Why?"

"Because I wanted to," You shot back, rolling your eyes to her. "That's everybody's dream, to be rich you know. C'mon I know you wanted to be rich too…" You looked at her again, scanning her outfit that screams 'privileged brat' or 'sugar mommy' and whatever her cologne is it reminded you that she's probably a rich woman," Or maybe you already are… but you sure do hunger for more."

She hummed with a smirk in her face, but her eyes were glassy as if some tears would race down in any second.

"Other than being rich, do you have any other dreams?" She suddenly asked, you were once again stunned.

"I just said what my dream is and yes I have other dreams. But you, what's your dream?" You childishly asked her.

Natasha laughed at your question and reaction to her, but then she smiled and looked at you. "I want to have a normal life and... a dog? Maybe?"

Normal life? Why would she dream of a normal life? Is her life not normal? You asked yourself, you were intrigued by her answer; her dreams.

"And someone to be with for the rest of my life, without getting scared of what I am…" She whispered to herself.

You didn't quite catch on to what she just said, you were about to ask for her to repeat when she stopped you with her question earlier again, "Now tell me what your other dream is."

"I-uh, well. Uhh…well I am a dancer but... " you were stuttering, no proper words coming out of your mouth at the moment. "I-uhh, I want-I want to be a ballerina." You felt your cheeks heat up.

If she's a dancer she could easily transition to ballerina, what's stopping her? Natasha questioned herself.

You suddenly babbled everything about your dream being a ballerina, bringing Natasha back to reality. Your words wove a captivating spell around her. She found herself utterly mesmerized, you were cute, she thinks. Natasha's attention solely fixed on you as you both walked through the quiet streets.

Natasha's eyes were drawn to your graceful gestures, "This is a basic step," you tiptoed and posed a ballerina posture. She watched your every movement, a mixture of awe and admiration reflected in her gaze. The streetlights bathed you in a soft glow, illuminating your face, which seemed to radiate with the passion you held for your dream.

"Wow, you sure do know a lot about ballet." You blushed at Natasha's comment. You once again beamed, it's your first time someone is genuine to hear about your dreams. "Well I know a few more basics." You stumbled while doing it but Natasha was quick to catch you. She looked deeply in your eyes, she could feel her cheeks burning.

You quickly stood to release her hold on you, "I'm going now, this is my block." You totally forgot that you lied about where you live.

"Well, uhh. Okay, are you sure you don't wan—"

"No need, I got this from here. Thanks." You stopped her and scanned the area before walking away.

"My name's Natasha!" She shouted, you turned to look at her and smiled, "Thank you, Natasha!"

"What's yours!" She shouted, asking your name, but you forgot to respond as you tried to stop the blush forming in your cheeks.

Secrets Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x reader

[discopaddock]

CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARE - PIERRE GASLY

PAIRING: dad!pierre gasly x fem!mom!slavic!reader

GENRE: angst

NOTE: have to post again since i lost my account :(

WARNINGS: childhood trauma, baba yaga

Since Y/N could remember, she was always scared of the forest that was nearby her family house. Of course she loved her household but since she turned five, she never stood again in that forest, even if her whole family was going there.

Her childhood trauma was increasing with her growing up – at some point she stopped going to any forest and then Pierre decided that she had to meet with a psychotherapist.

She had been going to therapy for four years now – she was getting better and better with going to forests. Pierre was proud of her like no-one other.

And then, in August, Y/N's parents had their wedding anniversary. Because it was their twenty-five anniversary, they decided to make a huge party for their whole family. And with that, Y/N, Pierre and their kids just had to be there (even though it was hard to travel being heavily pregnant, Y/N just had to be there).

It was two days before the party when Pierre decided to go to the forest for a walk with kids and his wife.

Y/N didn't want to go there. She was still terrified of this forest and Pierre was going to know why she was scared of this forest in near future.

“But look, mon cœur, it will be healthy for you and bébé” he tried to convince her for the last time. baby

“I'm not going anywhere, Pierre” she said, almost sitting in the wardrobe because of the terror that she was feeling.

“Okay, but go out of this wardrobe, c'mon” he helped her get up and sit on the bed. “We'll be back in an hour, cœur. I'll take care of all of us, I promise” he prepared a kiss on Y/N's lips and left the room.

“Can I stay with maman?” Frederic, the younger sibling, asked just before leaving the house. He once had heard why his mother was so scared of forests.

“Okay, but be good, understand?” Pierre asked and the boy only nodded and ran to the room, where his mother was resting. “Let's go then” he said to Odette, who only held his hand.

They were walking for a half an hour when Pierre cottoned on that they were lost. He quickly picked up the girl in his arms, who laughed a little.

“Hold me tight, fille” he said to his girl who only hugged him harder. daughter

The man turned on his phone and sighed when he realised that he couldn't use Apple Maps because he didn't have any reception.

Pierre was trying his best to find way back home, but he was only getting lost again and again. And then he stood in front of a wooden house on chicken legs.

At first he thought he was dreaming and then he felt a hit flush. He knew he had to go back and he was thanking God that Odette fell asleep. He had always been a Catholic and when he heard for the first time why his wife didn't go to the forest, he just didn't believe her.

But now he was scared for his life and he wanted to start running so badly but he could only walk.

He finally found his way to the house and when he was on the road he started to run.

“You said you'll be home in an hour” Y/N said as she saw her husband at the threshold. Pierre only hugged her without saying anything. “Something happened?” she asked, hearing his precipitative heart beat.

“I'm so sorry” he whispered in her arm and let her go. “I'll change her clothes and put her in bed” he announced and went to the little Gaslys' room.

“Maman, can we get a smoothie?” Fred asked as he was descending the stairs.

“Sure, lover boy,” the woman answered, looking after her husband with a worried look.

After a few hours Y/N and Pierre were finally alone in their bedroom, so the woman could ask her husband what happened.

“Do you want to tell me what made you look like this when you got home?” she asked, sitting in front of him. He didn't talk a lot after his comeback. And he always used to be the most talkative person around. He didn't even want to look at his wife, which was hurting her heart. “Pierre, baby” she grabbed his face in her hands, making him look at her. “There's no shame, baby,” she smiled.

“You were right,” he whispered, looking at the curtained window. “You were right this whole damn time” he added and finally got his eyes on her. “I found a house in the forest” he didn't have to say anything more.

Y/N would always remember how she felt after she came back home that one red-letter day with all her face in tears and clothes ragged and dirty from the ground.

It was the most dramatic moment in her life.

She was playing with her siblings in the forest in hide and seek and this time the eldest one, her sister, was the one who was looking for the others.

Little five year old Y/N thought that it would be a good lodge behind a blueberry bush. But then she sneezed. Her eyes were watering because of a black cat that was sitting next to her.

Little one tried to drive the cat away with her hand but it was still sitting next to her.

“What are you doing?” the girl heard a hoarse voice so she turned around and saw someone that caused the biggest trauma in her life.

Y/N started to shriek with terror and tried to run but the woman with a huge, hooked nose snatched her arm and smiled ominously.

“Leave me alone please!” the girl cried, trying to bulldoze the woman's hand. The woman looked like Y/N's worst nightmare, her nose, sinister eye look, her dirty clothes and everything else. “Please!” she cried again and by accident hammered the woman's leg, so she left the girl's arm.

Y/N without hesitation started to run away. She didn't know for how long she had been running. Sometimes she was falling on the ground because of the roots but she never looked behind her.

So she didn't know if the woman was chasing her.

Y/N finally got to the home and started to knock on the door with her little fists. She had no idea that she started to cry at some point.

“Y/N, what happened?!” her mother asked as she saw her little daughter. The girl didn't say anything but hugged her mum's legs and started to hyperventilate.

Little one finally told the whole story when she was finally clean and was wearing normal clothes.

At first no-one believed her. Her parents thought that it was only a bad dream but when they talked with the girl's great-grandma, they believed their daughter.

“I've never seen anything like this” Pierre announced, when they were lying in the bed, his head tucked in his wife's chest.

“You're as much in this as I am” she laughed only and next they heard a knock on their door. Odette and Frederic were standing on the doorstep with their teddy bears.

“Can we sleep with you?” the boy asked and the man only waved his hand, so the kids jumped on the bed.

That night Pierre was the last person to fall asleep. He finally fell out after like three hours of having nightmares and hearing odd sounds in the bathroom, the hall and outside.

On that night Pierre promised himself that he will protect his family at all costs, no matter if it was just a bee that his daughter was scared of or some creepy woman, who lives in the forest.

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x slavic!reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x slavic!reader #pierre gasly angst #pierre gasly fluff #discopaddock

[dercolaris]

The Hanmas gaming night

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Hanma Shuji, Kisaki Tetta, Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanagaki Takemichi

Relationship: None

Genre: Humour

Word Length: 938

Warnings: Mario Party 7

Status: Complete

Short Summary: They actually just wanted to discuss the plan again, but Hanma had other plans.

Small story again for @shin-arei. For a realistic experience, please listen to the song of the Mario Party 7 board: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_5sWFnatBg&t=130s&ab_channel=LionMusic

Takemichi scratched the back of his head in surprise, not really sure what to think of this weird situation. Chifuyu and he had actually only agreed to the meeting with the two problematic delinquents in order to go over the plan for Christmas Eve one more time. The fact that Hanma suddenly handed gamepads to everyone present and invited them to a round of Mario Party was a bit unexpected. Also, of course, unwanted. As calm as Takemichi was, his friend reacted noticeably irritated: "What did you two assholes not understand about the 'We won't be friends' part of our stupid deal?"

The Reaper grinned broadly at this statement and laughed out loudly. He replied cheerfully: “Oh Chifuyu, don’t always be such a fucking party pooper. Come on. One round and then we'll take care of the stupid plan or whatever we were meant to do today." Kisaki took off his glasses for a brief moment and slowly massaged the hurting middle of his forehead. He knew Hanma had practically been waiting for an opportunity like this. Since the video game fanatic usually had to play alone, he didn't miss out on such unique opportunities.

Chifuyu growled loudly but was held back by Takemichi. He arbitrated with a nervous smile: “A little game won’t be so bad, Chifuyu. Let’s do them a favour.” “Just to clarify that right from the start. I certainly have nothing to do with this stupid idea, Hanagaki,” Kisaki hissed quietly and put his glasses back on his nose. Hanma chuckled in amusement at this statement. Grinning, he put his arm around the Pierrot and poked him lightly in the side, saying happily: "A little fun would do you some good as well, Kisaki."

The person being addressed rolled his eyes and concentrated again on the television. The characters were chosen quickly with an unsurprising cast. Takemichi raised an eyebrow and asked incredulously: "Even in a video game, you two can't separate, can you? Out of everyone it needed to be Wario and Waluigi?" "At least I don't ride like a mad man on my partner like you do, Takemichi," Hanma countered teasingly and casually pointed to the Mario and Yoshi figures on the screen. Fortunately for him, Chifuyu seemed to have ignored the innuendo or didn’t get the joke right.

He was too focused on starting the round. The green dinosaur took his first steps on the Dutch-inspired playing field. When it was Kisaki's turn, the Reaper suddenly began to explain: “You only get stars here if you invest in the different windmills. Whoever puts in the most coins wins the amount of stars inside of it, but can quickly lose them again if another bidder is higher. Capeesh?” Takemichi blinked in disbelief. He had this bad premonition that this 'little peaceful game' would escalate very soon.

The Hero turned out to be right. After the first three mini-games, the mood in Kisaki's little apartment was already heated up. Chifuyu in particular put an unusual amount of passion into the game and tried to outdo Hanma at every turn. The tall delinquent himself, however, was in good spirits and just enjoyed himself. When a 2 vs 2 mini-game suddenly arose, the Reaper playfully nudged Chifuyu and shouted loudly: "Waluigi and Yoshi, what a fucking dream team. We'll show the losers, right buddy?"

His involuntary partner growled cautiously: “You know, losing on purpose is an attractive alternative, dickhead.” Hanma held his stomach, which was already hurting from laughter. Kisaki stared vehemently at the television and asked matter-of-factly: "Does everyone understand what they have to do in the next mini-game?" A general nod of the party followed. When the menu disappeared and the word 'Start' appeared on the screen, the tall delinquent suddenly frowned. He asked Chifuyu quietly: “Hey. What the fuck should I do now? I didn’t pay attention to the rules.”

The younger one was about to strangle the Reaper with the gamepad cable. A total of 15 rounds went by, which were probably anything but boring. Chifuyu and Kisaki were tied towards the end of the game. However, both were too far away from a new windmill to strike a decisive blow against the other and win the round. With pure horror, Chifuyu looked at the broadly grinning face of Hanma next to him, who rolled a 9 and would past a windmill of his with two stars. When the Reaper got the chance to invest coins in it, the high body tension of the younger one was clearly visible.

He finally growled aggressively: “I fucking swear! Don't even think about putting two more fucking coins in my fucking windmill or I'll destroy you and your entire family tree, Hanma! I’m not even joking!" The tall delinquent grinned mischievously and playfully tapped his chin. After a few seconds, he finally pressed the A button and cheekily commented: "I won't do it, assface." The statement seemed to calm the younger man - at least up to the point when Hanma added with a smile: "It'll be three coins after all." Before the Reaper could make any further input on the controller, Chifuyu lunged at him with a furious scream.

While the two brawlers in the background were more or less successfully at each other's throats, Kisaki sighed and rested his cheek on his fist and stared at the television in annoyance. Takemichi put his hands on the back of his head, then collapsed onto the carpeted floor with a loud groan. He mumbled hopelessly: "Really great idea about working together, Kisaki." The Pierrot snorted contemptuously and replied coolly: "Some things even I can't foresee."

#Tokyo revengers #Tr #Mario Party #Mario Party 7 #hanma shuji #hanagaki takemichi #chifuyu matsuno #kisaki tetta #humour #Mario Party is a warning #Trust me

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Notable Bridges

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Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Dear John

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry

Never impressed by me acing your tests

All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes

'Cause you burned them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me

So don't look now

I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Oh, oh

Enchanted

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else (Ooh)

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you (Ooh, oh)

Back to December

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So, if the chain is on your door, I understand

Long Live

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment? Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children some day

When they point to the pictures

Please, tell 'em my name

Tell 'em how the crowds went wild

Tell 'em how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you

Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

evermore

champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's f*cked in the head," they said

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

ivy

So yeah, it's a fire

It's a violent blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

So yeah, it's a war

It's the fiercest fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

Tolerate it

While you were out buildin' other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm beggin' for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawin' hearts in the byline

Always takin' up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I

Marjorie

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

Right where you left me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

#taylor swift #taylor swift poll #poll #my polls #swifties #evermore #speak now tv #Youtube

[can-i-see-your-passport-please]

Various betrayal headcanons due to my illnesses

The ambush happens in Half Life anyway, so originally it was gonna go how it does in Half Life, but then Benrey was introduced into the equation and the soldiers decided there could be an easier way to get Gordon into the ambush room.

They basically told Benrey "Look, we only want Freeman, if you lead him to a specific room, we'll ambush him, take him to Topside for… 'questioning', and once we're through with him we will let you and your team go free, turn a blind eye and say we got all of you and let you get eaten by some of those creatures"

Benrey isn't that stupid. He's stupid, but not stupid enough to blindly trust military soldiers. (In his worldview, the US military is Bad, so anything they say must be a cover for something.) He can tell that they're gonna kill Gordon. But unfortunately for all, he's under the assumption that Gordon can respawn. So obviously, get Gordon killed, and the soldiers will assume he's permadead. From there, meet up with Gordon again, get him out of the suit (too identifiable), and then they'll be able to get out alive.

(That part was also a lie. They were never gonna let the rest of the team go. They'd just kill Gordon, then kill the rest of the team. Get rid of the leader, it's easy to pick everyone else off.)

Benrey got Bubby involved because they're besties and because Bubby went off to play soccer with him while the others were discussing their dreams. Bubby agreed because Gordon was being an annoying little bitch and was holding back his speedrun strats :/

And obviously, we know the ambush went absolutely perfectly according to plan is what I would say if I was a fucking liar.

Bubby was pretty much excited the entire time until the arm came off

Benrey started off fuckin HYPED but then Gordon got more beat up and there was more blood and he started to be like "wait this sucks actually"

Once Gordon was in the room and got attacked, Tommy tried to get in to save Gordon, but was being held back by Bubby. He was fuckin TERRIFIED for Gordon's life.

And Dr Coomer... So in Half Life, the ambush is a cutscene, yeah? Well, why wouldn't that be true in HLVRAI too? It's just Half Life with VR and absurdly advanced AI slapped on top of it. The main plot stays the same, though the details are VASTLY different. Therefore, the ambush is just a cutscene with altered context. The gang can talk over it, yes, but it's still a cutscene. Meaning they can't interfere, no matter how much they want to. If anyone tries to walk into or out of the room, they'd just hit an invisible wall. They can't get through it no matter what- can't clip, can't break it, can't do anything.

You will never guess who steps forwards to help and hits the invisible wall first! it's dr coomer

This does not help with his existential crisis (and may have caused him to go full clone fight)

And then Gordon lost his arm and even without the wall, everyone was too shocked to even try to step forwards and help him.

They weren't meant to cut off his arm. That was never discussed with Benrey or Bubby.

Coomer managed to drag Tommy away with him (Tommy needed a minute alone to just completely freak out because What The Fuck, Coomer needed to be alone because not just What The Fuck but also the invisible wall didn't help)

Bubby stayed with Benrey due to guilt, and about half the soldiers dragged Gordon away. The others stayed behind to thank Benrey (they were unaware he'd gotten Bubby involved), and Bubby became FUCKING FURIOUS and attacked them

The remaining soldiers managed to overpower Bubby and drag him off to his tube (which they told Bubby), and Bubby was freaking the fuck out yelling for Benrey (the only other one around at this point) to FUCKING HELP HIM HE'S GONNA GO BACK IN HIS TUBE

Benrey was too in shock to do anything but just stare at Gordon's arm that whole time. He didn't move for a long, long while. (Once he had the thought to do anything, he basically, on autopilot, found the soldiers and tore them to pieces.)

Remember how I mentioned the ambush would've happened anyway, and then the AI were introduced into the equation? Benrey and Bubby joining in with the ambush was what changed the code to have them cut off Gordon's arm.

#some of these i've noted in my fics! some of these i have not #yet #[i have no bravery] #hlvrai #benrey #gordon feetman #cassie rambles #🚀a girl never kisses and tells! [dr bubby] #🛂can i see your passport? please [benrey freeman] #🥊look gordon! ropes! [dr coomer] #🧃slower than molasses drips off a spoon! [tommy coolatta] #🔫I’M GOING FUCKING NUTS [gordon freeman]

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 44

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You both fidgeted outside the door.

"Push it, Dean," a low hiss came from you.

"You push it," he retorted.

After a few minutes of back and forth, Dean finally knocked on the door, and as Sam revealed himself, both of you froze like startled deer.

You shoved Dean ahead toward Sam, earning a scornful glance in return.

"Being supportive, huh?" Dean grinned at Sam. "Are we good? There's a job in town; a guy hits the jackpot, then bites the dust playing baseball."

"Our first thought: crossroads demon," Becky chimed in from the room's entrance.

"Becky! Dean, look, it's Beck-Becky!" Your voice high, causing everyone to look at you strangely and all you could do was rub your neck in an awkward silence,

"Well, I do live here," she replied, embracing you. "And then, there's a cursed object," she added, directing her attention to Dean.

"Listen, I don't know what mojo you're pulling, but mark my words, I'll figure it out," Dean blurted.

"That's my wife, Dean!" Sam interjected.

"You married Becky Rosen? Come on, dreams are coming true left and right in this town. Doesn't this feel like a little too much of a coincidence? Or maybe she's part of it. Because for some reason, you're her dream. If you really care about her, I'd be concerned. People who fulfill these fantasies often end up dead," Dean continued.

"I asked her out, Dean," Sam retorted. "Maybe you're just jealous because I don't need you anymore. I think both of you should leave." showing you back out the door.

"Well that went well," you sighed.

When Bobby called, you answered, "Hey, Bobby, what's up? Why would we need another hunter?" Confusion crept in as Dean tried to take the phone.

"Ow!" Dean growled as you swatted his hand away, preventing him from grabbing your phone again.

"What are you doing?" You asked Dean impatiently.

"Let me talk to Bobby," he insisted.

"No, he rang me," you clarified.

Dean reached for your phone once more, but you held it up in the air out of his reach. However, he looked down at you with a smirk, snatching the phone from your grasp.

"Really? You thought that would work?" He chuckled, taking over the conversation with Bobby.

In an attempt to reclaim your phone, you leaped onto Dean's back. "Dean Winchester, give me back my phone now," you demanded, but he spun around, causing you to tumble off.

"Okay, we'll meet him," Dean finally relented, offering you your phone back.

But you crossed your arms in annoyance and looked away.

"Don't huff with me," he teased, scooping you up, and when you resisted, he planted a kiss on your lips.

"You're an ass," you muttered.

"Yeah, but I'm your ass," he quipped, winking at you, kissing you again

@deansgirl79 @suckitands33 @deans-baby-momma @dragony937 @linzerrr @deans-spinster-witch @foxyjwls007 @djs8891 @my-obsession-spn @mikaylalala13 @jackles010378 @spnbaby-67

#supernatural fanfic #supernatural x reader #supernatural reader insert #dean winchester supernatural #supernatural #supernatural fanfic series #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #supernatural imagine #supernatural smut #supernatural/reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you

[insertsparkleshere]

Enchanted

Summary: The man with the metal arm never seems to remember you, but you really want him to. And, if he doesn't, you'll just have to figure him out yourself. (Inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name)

Word Count: 1,272

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Published: 12/17/2022

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There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles You didn't enjoy the parties, necessarily, but they were something you went to. You couldn't exactly escape them. Your parents wanted you there, so you went. Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face Your only saving grace was the man with the metal arm. You never got his name - you always forgot, and by the time you remembered, the party was over, and he was long gone.

The first time you met, you were nineteen. You weren't sure how old he was, maybe twenty-five or so, but he was handsome. You caught him staring at you, and crossed the room.

"Hello." He said.

"Hi. You look bored, standing here in the corner."

"You can't possibly be having fun yourself."

"Well, these things aren't completely terrible, when the company is good."

"Is the company good tonight?"

"We'll see."

And, at the end of the night, he left with a man in a suit.

"It was enchanting to meet you." He said. You held out your hand, intending for him to shake it, but he bent, kissing your knuckles.

"Likewise."

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

The next time you meet, he doesn't seem to remember you. It's been a year, and you both look relatively the same.

Except this time, he walks over to you.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

'Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

And so, the pattern began.

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

One of you makes your way to the other. He never seems to remember you, and you never get his name, but you see him at every party and talk to him every time.

And the night always ends with, "It was enchanting to meet you." He is always the one to say it, because he is the one who forgets.

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

After the second meeting, he remained on your mind. The man with the metal arm.

After the third, he began to keep you up at night.

Why didn't he remember?

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

There had to be a reason. Your parents interacted with some shady people, but even when you saw him twice in a month, he didn't know you, and he always looked so familiar. Like you'd met him before, too, but you just couldn't place it.

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, "Hey"

It's after the fifth time that you start dreaming about him.

It's horrible. You don't know his name, you barely know anything about him, but he's in your dreams. Whisking you away to a coffee shop, then a small apartment.

It was enchanting to meet you

All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you

You don't know how many times you've met when you finally get a good shot.

"It's warm in here." He says, and you look at him.

"We could go outside." The words are careful; slow. He doesn't seem to know you very well.

"I'll go if you do."

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

You lead him to a balcony overlooking a garden. You've been to this particular venue enough times that you practically have the place memorized.

"I swear I've met you before." You say, leaning on the railing.

"You're...familiar. I can't place it, though."

"Have you been to one of these parties before?"

"No. At least, I don't think so. Even if I had, I'm not supposed to talk to anyone tonight."

"Why not?"

"I'm a bodyguard. I'm supposed to stay with my boss."

"Then why didn't you?"

"I think he's okay. I'd rather talk to you, anyway."

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

That this night is flawless, don't you let it go

That night is when you finally sit down, determined to figure out who this guy is. You don't really get anywhere, but you do make a list of questions to ask, the next time you see him.

And if you fantasize about him a little, that's your business.

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

A month later, you're out on the balcony again.

"I'm (Y/N), by the way. (Y/L/N)."

"James."

"Nice to meet you, James."

You don't press on the last name. It's a start.

And then, a man in a suit comes out onto the balcony. "It's time to go."

"Yes, sir." James turns back to you.

"I was...enchanted to meet you." You say, before he can.

He looks stunned, for just a second. "Likewise." He nods, and leaves.

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

You sit down at your desk that night, opening your notebook to the page of questions you had written down.

Name: James

You didn't know anything else. You'd have to start there.

And maybe you'd ask him out, at some point. One day.

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

The next time, he's with a woman. She has red hair, and she's wearing a green dress, and she looks ethereal.

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

He dances with her, once, then he makes his way to you. And you talk for the rest of the night, and when she comes to get him so that they can leave, she sends him off to get their coats and looks back at you.

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

"He likes you."

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

"Okay?"

You're a little scared of her, to be honest.

"He does. He just doesn't always remember things."

"Yeah, I kind of got that."

"Don't be too upset, alright?"

"I'm not."

You're more upset that he has a date for once than that he doesn't remember you. But her words linger, as you get in the car.

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

At the next party, you're the one to walk up to him.

"Hi. You look a tad put out." You accept two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, offering him one. "Is something wrong?"

"Just waiting on someone. But it seems they've finally arrived."

"I'm sorry?"

"Hi, (Y/N)."

"You remember."

"Yeah. It's been a bit of...a long road. It's a crazy story, and I'd rather tell you...well, not here."

"Do you want to get coffee? This Saturday?"

He smiles. "Sure."

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

#James barnes #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #winter soldier #winter soldier x yn #winter soldier x reader #james barnes x reader #james barnes x yn #james barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #natasha romanoff (mentioned) #marvel #mcu

[linktheacehero]

We'll see each other again

My submission for MFC! @behind-the-fic

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41314710

A horrible cry emitted from Zelda’s lips as she saw her beloved hero  flung across the castle ruins and hit a pillar of stone. His fairy, Navi, frantically flew above him shouting out his name telling him to get up as the giant, horrifying creature that was Ganon loomed closer to him. The beast's pace was slow and weak, blood oozing out of his mouth and wounds as he kept exhaling shallow breaths. 

Clenching her hands into fists she ran through the hot flames, not caring if they scorched her skin, and stood in front of Link. Summoning every ounce of magic and strength she bore, Zelda shot at Ganon with a beam of light that radiated like a thousand suns. The beast shrieked in agony, its skin burning from the divine light as it stumbled backwards and fell onto its back with a large resounding thud. 

Letting out an exhausted breath, Zelda steadied herself on a large piece of rubble before turning around to look at Link. 

And what she saw made her blood run cold.

There was a large gash across his chest, his tunic soaked in red and torn in pieces while his skin turned paler by the second. His once golden blonde hair was now marred with dust and dried blood.

“Link!” She cried out, his body unresponsive to her call. The princess gently lifted his torso and placed him on her lap, his head in her hands. “Nononono, please talk to me Link, please,” she pleaded. 

But he said nothing, only small, short breaths as he tried to fight death.

“No,” she sobbed. Zelda looked into his eyes, those gorgeous azure eyes that she once found herself lost in so often, were now pale and in pain. There was so much that she wanted to tell him, so much that he needed to know, but now as she held him close to his final moments she couldn’t find the words. She rested her forehead against his, tears streaming down her face as she leaned down to meet his lips with hers. 

She looked into his pouch hoping to find some potions, a fairy, anything that could heal him. But only found empty used bottles. 

“I love you,” she told him. She didn’t expect him to say it back, but to her surprise she witnessed him, with whatever strength he had left, hoarsely whisper, “We’ll see each other again, my love.” He gave out a horrible-sounding cough, and then closed his eyes.

Navi who was laying on his chest where his heart lay, looked up to her and turned from her usual cerulean to a deep shade of blue. And in that moment the world had stopped for Zelda. Cradling Link’s body in her arms, she cried into his neck whispering an infinite amount of “I’m sorry” to him.  

She didn’t know how long they stayed there. To her it felt like an eternity. Hyrule’s hero and hope was gone. Her hope and love was gone. All of her dreams of spending a lifetime with him, loving him and being happy- ceased to exist. 

Zelda kissed his forehead, now cold instead of the warmth she had felt moments prior and looked up to the sky. 

“It's all my fault,” she lamented, “I should have never tried to rule the Sacred Realm, I should have just tried another way to stop Ganondorf. I shouldn’t have even gotten you involved. Then maybe you could’ve.…” her voice choked out another sob. Navi flew closer to her, nestling on her shoulder for support.

“We’ll see each other again, my love.” His last words echoed in her mind. Something had stirred within her soul when he said it. As if a secret, or a long distance memory of a lifetime past had resonated within her. 

“I’ll see you soon.”

She will see him again. Even if their minds forgot and their faces changed anew for a new life. Their souls would remember.

#oot zelink #zelink #ocarina of time #oot #fallen timeline #my writing

[e-dragoons]

lyric writing prompts!

... one line from every song on my spotify wrapped, in order! if you can guess the song you get... a thumbs up from me. these are REALLY RANDOM.

you mean like, like, [name] with the ass?

feel like i'm hexed

i've been looking everywhere for you

i'm not the right one you should wait on

edamame

was it something i said to make you feel like you're a burden?

i wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die

no quiero estar aquí (i do not want to be here)

when i'm far too gone, can you show me love?

you can be the beauty and i could be the monster

a king with no crown

we are not the same

you take the full truth, then you pour some out

i died in your arms tonight

there's two sides to every story

fell in love with a girl i met in hell

we're so good at selling lies

this ain't no place for no hero to call home

i'm not okay

back on my bullshit

could i be a prisoner for the voices in my brain?

i try to tell you what i think and play it off like it's a joke

your kiss and i will surrender

c'est la vie (that's life)

don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms

i was just an only child of the universe, and then i found you

so when are you gonna sing for me?

can't turn down, i refuse to hold back anymore

would you pray before you twist the knife?

my poor heart is my only friend

i wanna know if i tell you a secret, will you keep it?

thought you were mine, love

you are everything you hated

i thought i was a fool for no one, but ooh baby i'm a fool for you

whine about it

my sanctuary, you're holy to me

numb you up until you can't feel a god damn thing

i cannot erupt, i must control

blood cold as ice and a heart made of stone

were we ever friends?

what's the worst that i can say?

everything i would give is everything you couldn't take

i'm living for you

you see, love isn't what i need as long as i can set you free

you better run

i got dreams of my own, but i want to make yours come true

i would brave the darkest night to make you a promise

i could be a better boyfriend than him

hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

we met before but nice to meet you

if this is how you folks make art, it's fucking depressing

secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought

emptiness is safe, keep it that way

all i did was try my best, this the kind of thanks i get?

that's a red flag bitch, olé

my high hopes are getting low

if i only could i'd make a deal with god, and i'd get him to swap our places

nothing to say when everything gets in the way

everyone that tried to fix me knows that i can't change a bit

tell yourself it's never gonna happen again

you gotta be so cold to make it in this world

i'll follow you into the dark

a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak

you say you won't but then you do

burn everything you love, then burn the ashes

when life gives me lemons, i don't make lemonade. i use them to make you cry.

i can't do shit right, i can't learn my lesson

sometimes all i think about is you

i don't talk about it unless i make a joke about it

arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to

i think she really likes me, ask politely, can i--ooh?

best friends, ex-friends till the end; better off as lovers, not the other way around

love your eyes when you would look at me

there's a story at the bottom of this bottle

i can keep secrets that i know that you want me

hurts but i know how to hide it, kinda like it

i will leave you out to bleed

self sabotage is an old friend of mine

maybe i'm too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all

i lose my voice when i look at you

but i guess good for you

come break some hearts now, tear them out

there's really just one thing that we have in common: neither of us will be missed

and if we can't find where we belong, we'll have to make it on our own

don't waste your time or time will waste you

and as i arrived i thought i saw you leaving

it's too cold for you here and now

i don't want to be afraid

all my style, all my grace, all i tried to save my face

let's get mischievous and polyamorous

you can think that you're in love when you're really just in pain

the world tried to burn all the mercy out of me, but you know i wouldn't let it

i really fucked it up this time. didn't i, my dear?

somebody get me through this nightmare

when i start to tumble from the sky, you remind me how to fly

if you want, i'll keep on crying

take a breath, let the rest come easy

i'd rather be lost than to stay the same

have you ever wanted to disappear?

just another girl alone at the bar

screwing everything up and doing everything wrong

#ask prompt #please reblog this if you want to!!! #i'd actually love to see how people interpret these lines not knowing what the song is

[seospicybin]

omg the last innings !!

With a heavy heart, I have to tell you that this will be the last and the saddest chapter 🥲

I had to stop writing it at some point because I got carried away.

Here's a little snippet for my Innings enthusiasts:

(Warning: Not proofread.)

"Come, lay down with me," you said to him as you lay on the bed.

He glared at you, "it's a bad habit to nap after lunch," he said.

"I'm not saying we're going to nap, we're just laying down," you whined, "and also, I've been in heels for hours," your eyes shot to your swollen feet.

He walked up to the end of the bed and kindly took the high heels off of you, gave you foot rubs.

You giggled because it tickled you, "come here, please!" You patted the pillow next to you, puffing it for him.

He caved in and took his shoes off before climbing the bed, lying next to you.

You delightfully hummed the moment you rested your head on his chest and your hand on his stomach, "this is nice,"

Seungmin put an arm around you, holding you close on the bed and you were right, this was nice, just laying close next to each other like this.

"Can we go over our plans again," you told him.

He softly laughed then glanced down at you, looking at you resting with your eyes closed on his chest.

"I'll be going and play some more baseball while you apply for your dream job, and get accepted and we'll be living our best selves," Seungmin paused to look at you, unsure if he should continue.

You looked up at him, "go on," you encouraged.

"And we'll meet every weekend and perhaps go on vacations to somewhere exotic once or twice a year. I'll be winning mvp and you'll be winning some pullitzer awards and we'll continue living our best selves," he finished.

You let out a dreamy sighed, "I always like it when you laud out our plans like that, it would be better if I can make that happen,"

He squeezed your waist, strongly denied your remark, "don't say that!"

"You'll do great!" He convinced you then pressed a kiss on your forehead.

But his kisses weren't enough to put you on ease, you nestled your head deeper into his neck and put your hand around him, "Things are changing and it scares me," you sadly muttered with your mouth so close to his ear.

He held you tighter, wrapping you with his arms and gripped your arm to let you know you weren't alone.

"Change is not always a bad thing," he caressed your head affectionately.

You turned your head at him and he was looking at you with tenderness in his eyes, you wanted to believe his words so much but the anxiety was still there.

You leaned in and kissed him to make it go away.

Your hand made its way down to his tie and carefully loosened it around his collar.

Seungmin stopped you, "I still have practice to do today," he said to you.

You scoffed, "I'm not trying to do anything. I'm just helping you loosening your tie cause it looks stuffy,"

"What did you think I'm trying to do here?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing," he replied with an awkward laugh.

You laughed at him and nuzzled your head back in his neck, closed your eyes, enjoying his warm embrace. You listened to his steady breathing and syncing it with yours, your fingers found their way to clasp with his on his chest.

Seungmin understood your anxiety really well and he knew that him leaving for another city didn't help, you needed him as much as he needed you.

He felt like he was partly responsible for the reason why it scares you so much.

"Even if things don't work out, you still have me," he said to you, along with a caress on your cheek.

But he didn't hear any reply from you, he tilted your head up just enough to see that you were sleeping.

He held you close instead and softly kissed your cheek, "you can always come to me. I'll protect you," he said to you then placed a chaste kiss on your lips despite you couldn't return it in your sleep.

-

Oops I spoil too much 🥲

#spicy mail #last inning

[randomlifeunit]

Not All Who Wander

Rated: Teen and Up

Summary: Four friends travel the wilderness, finding support and safety in sticking together. Each has a story to tell of what brought them to the open road, and struggles to face as they walk this path together.

Themes: Team as family, trauma, character development, body image, angst with a touch of fluff, some whump

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The next morning dawned overcast and cool. Sean grimaced and stretched his shoulder, feeling a slight sense of loss on seeing that Rune was gone. Her comfort the night before had been something he'd desperately needed.

A tiny bit of folded paper lying next to his pillow caught his attention. Reaching over, he opened it, smoothing the creases. An unexpected warmth made his mouth quirk up in a smile as he looked at it. Two miniature daisies on slender stems grew side by side in the grass, the sun shining on them. He wasn't sure exactly what she'd hoped to convey with this message, but he felt her support and companionship. He carefully refolded the little gift and tucked it safely into his pocket.

Downstairs, Ransom was alone at their breakfast table. Sean slid into the seat across from him. "Morning," he greeted his friend. Ransom smiled and nodded at him. "Good morning, Sean. Wes and Rune are helping with the dishes today in the kitchen. They only needed two sets of hands, so here I am." He spread his big hands wide, grinning.

Sean chuckled, pouring himself some coffee, feeling the warmth of the cup through the sensors on his prosthetic. He sighed in contentment.

Ransom cleared his throat. "I couldn't help but hear that you were having some...trouble last night. I wanted to see for myself how you're doing." His dark eyes held compassion and concern.

Sean swallowed hard and looked down at his coffee mug. "Yeah. I'm okay. Nightmare," he explained shortly, looking up. Ransom nodded in understanding, his intent gaze holding many unspoken words. "I'm glad Rune was with you," he replied.

Sean nodded and opened his mouth, closed it, then tentatively spoke. "Ransom, do you...have you ever..." he sighed and blew out a breath, his brow creased in frustration. Squeezing his eye shut briefly, he said lowly, "Do you know if it gets easier?"

Ransom's voice rumbled out low to meet his tone. "It does. But it can take a lot of time. There can be moments it feels like you're right back at the beginning. But with help, you can get through this." He reached across to squeeze Sean's upper arm briefly.

"I do need help." Sean responded, ashamed to have to blink back sudden tears burning behind his eye.

"And we'll all be here for you. You don't have to be alone in this. We've all had our struggles, and we've all had to make peace with them. You can, too. In time."

Ransom held his peace for a moment, and Sean saw the opportunity his friend was handing him to talk. But in that quiet moment, he found his mouth had gone dry. Swallowing, he took courage in hand. "In my dream, I was back there again. When...this happened." He gestured to the metal appendage. Ransom nodded, folding his hands together and resting his forearms on the tabletop.

"It's just that...I can't face it. I can't keep reliving this, over and over."

"When it happened," Ransom asked, "did you have anyone there to support you? Or did you walk it alone?"

Sean paused. "I had my family. My parents and my brother. But I still felt alone. They were there, but...they didn't really understand how difficult it was for me. They were always pushing me to recover, pushing me to do better, to keep moving forward. I never got the chance to grieve." His jaw clenched.

Ransom nodded again, slowly. "Grieving the loss is a very important step on the road to recovery. I wonder if your family's approach might have stalled the emotional healing. Physical healing is important, too, but you can't sacrifice one for the other."

Sean nodded, opening his mouth to reply before noticing Wes and Rune approaching. He closed it again and ran a hand through his hair, then faced them as they sat down at the table.

Rune slid in next to Sean. "Heyyyyy!" Wes greeted as he plunked himself down next to Ransom, his hands lifted. He smacked the tabletop lightly. "Damn, been awhile since I've been back in a kitchen. That was kind of fun." He grinned playfully, nudging Ransom in the arm. "You missed out, my dude." Ransom smiled at his friend and shook his head. "Only you could find amusement literally anywhere," he said in mock exasperation, poking Wes in the arm. Wes chuckled, rubbing at the spot. "Hey, don't blame me. Rune makes a great partner in crime." He waggled his eyebrows at her. She snorted and folded her arms, raising her eyebrows, and gestured to the damp front of her shirt before leaning forward and signing, You are biggest troublemaker. But fun. A grin peeked out from her glare, as she tried and failed to remain serious. A giggle finally gave her away and she doubled over, a low laugh shaking her shoulders. Wes cackled, leaning across the table to clap her on the shoulder. "See? You freely admitted it, I'm fun." A cheeky grin split his face.

Ransom chuckled. "Don't encourage him, Rune."

"Aw, Rans, you're just jealous it wasn't you."

Ransom guffawed. "You know, from the sound of it, maybe I should be jealous. However, I'm just glad to have dry clothes right now. You look a little wet around the edges." Rune's eyebrow winged upward, and she nodded as if to say, What did I tell you?

After the laughter settled down, Wes turned to Sean. "Dude, you okay? Sounded like some bad stuff was going down last night."

Sean ducked his head. "I'm fine. Thanks, Wes. Just a nightmare."

Wes nodded. "Okay, man. Holler if you need anything."

"Thanks."

Rune gave Sean's hand a quick squeeze on the tabletop.

Ransom cleared his throat. "How are you all holding up? I'm enjoying staying in one place for a little while here, but I know Wes is itching to leave." He winked.

Wes huffed. "I guess we could stay put a bit longer. They do have some pretty good-looking ladies in this town." Rune leaned across the table to smack him upside the head. "What?" he protested. "Just making an observation. I can do that, right?" He held his hands up in surrender. Rune nodded, then signed, You be sure you treat them right, or you may face my blade. Wes nodded quickly. "I'd never want to hurt anyone, Rune. You know that." She signed back, Yes, but sometimes I enjoy reminding you.

"I know. It's not a bad thing to be reminded of," he said a little more softly, looking her in the eye. She gave him a satisfied smile and nodded once.

"So..." Ransom drew the word out. "Do we vote to stay for now?"

"Till the open road calls us again," Sean said seriously. They all agreed, each putting a hand together in the center of the table.

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[hey-its-quinzel]

That One Odd Night

I'm pretty sure most of us have dreamed or daydreamed our dream date. Well for me it's this:

Meeting him at a neutral space until I feel comfortable to be alone with him. Once that happens, We'll ride a motor through the traffic and enjoy the breeze and sunset, casually talking about stuff.

We'd stop by somewhere to grab a snack and talk some more. He held me by the waist as we crossed the street to buy a cigarette and he'd smoke.

He had both our bags, his bag on his back, mine on his other arm, placing his cigarette on his lips making room for his other hand to keep me safe.

At this point, my heart skipped a beat but at the same time calm.

I feel safe

This is also where we got comfortable being close to each other physically.

If you saw us at that moment you would think that we've known each other for a while.

But of course he'd ask questions that I wish he wouldn't ask, mistakes that I spent so hard burying, he pried and I felt tempted to tell him but in the end that secret stayed on its coffin.

We rode the motor again, this time I was quiet I didn't think he'd know that I was uncomfortable but he did,

he noticed,

and he apologized.

He made sure I felt comfortable and that I'm safe with him, his arm rested on my legs as he leaned on me a little bit guiding my hand to his.

I didn't want to go,

I didn't want it to stop,

I like how warm he feels, I couldn't help it,

I leaned closer and rested my chin on his shoulder.

It was a night to remember. An odd one at that.

I want to hold him but I need to remember,

this is not a dream anymore.

He brought my dream to life,

A Dayle, for a tale unexpectedly came true.

And in a real life, the pain can be unimaginable. So I'll guard my heart.

And I hope he does the same.

[astarriscus]

ft. gojo satoru x gender neutral reader, no pronouns used. hopeful angst/fluff. warnings : themes of leaving, first love, summer stars

the starlit sky speaks a thousand thousand words, much like his love for you—your satoru would love to say such a thing out loud, you know that to be true, and yet he stays silent this night, his hand not leaving its place on top of yours.

nothing lasts forever, but was it really so selfish to wish that this could have lasted maybe, just even a little bit longer?

"...you really have to go, right?"

the words escaped you hesitantly. perhaps, you wished that maybe if you payed no heed to what would happen tomorrow morning, it would all just end up being a bad dream. yet, the inevitable is ever inevitable, and the young gojo laces your fingers together, giving it a small reassuring squeeze.

"we'll always stick together, though—i promise."

are all promises promised to fade away, then? though, his words do hold some truth, even today. you may refuse to be hung up over the boy who was your beloved for only a short summer—the kind of summer love you reminisce about in the cold winter, missing the warmth of the kissing and wishing under clear starry skies.

you still remember the way his eyes looked that night as he held your face with his hands, slowly leaning in—his lips soft and pink, his hair messy and white, his eyes mesmerizing and blue (like the blue in your heart today).

perhaps, you miss the way he made you feel, the way his words had such an effect on you, with those subtle touches that sent shivers up your arms and those small shy smiles. you miss those stars in his eyes, and the way he would compare you to them—and yet, despite it all, the stars drifted you both away to different constellations (or, universes even).

how is satoru, today then? still cheekily smiling, poking at some person's cheeks? sweet, honeyed words, that you know not whether they may be true (though he always assured you they were, and in your case, maybe he really was telling the truth)?

there really is no telling, with such an occurence that seemed to happen so long ago.

does he even remember you? remember the memories you made, the whispers and the secrets, the love and the laughter?

regardless, you will remember. and, you will keep those days long gone in your heart—there really is no saying whether you will even one day meet him again, yet you could hope, perhaps.

and, maybe, just maybe, you can still stay wondering and reminiscing knowing that somewhere out there, your satoru summer love is underneath the same blue sky as you.

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[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 

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"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!” 

Buy now at your nearest convenience store, terms and conditions apply.

“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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