#because of that their bond is unbreakable the kind of bond built when you know the other will never even think of abandoning you.

[donnatroyyyy]

When Mitski wrote “I will wash your hair at night/ And dry it off with care/ I will see your body bare/ And still I will live here” do you think she’d been thinking about Donna and Dick while writing it?

[dreamyyesenia]

Always Keep Simming - Hey there, Delilah…

TW: Death, Grief, Mention of Depression

Once again, this episode takes place at the graveyard. Only continue reading if you are untroubled by aforementioned topics 🫶🏻

Aileen had promised her grandmother to come back and bring her grandfather with her. So, on this day, after the kids had gone to bed, Aileen and Alexander traveled to Forgotten Hollow. Once Alexander stepped into Delilah’s room, he was overwhelmed with grief and all kinds of different emotions and couldn’t control himself any longer. Aileen was heartbroken seeing her grandfather like this but she new he needed this. He had never been to Delilah’s grave before. Only partially because of the distance between Strangerville and Forgotten Hollow.. Delilah had died in the hospital in emergency care and not having been there for her in her last moments had been a traumatic experience for Alexander. Maybe it was one of the reasons he was scared to face her grave. It felt more final, whereas dreams of their life together kept her alive in his mind…

This time, Aileen didn’t need to call forth her grandmother. Delilah had felt Alexander’s spirit approach and seeing him cry, her ghost quietly appeared right in front of him. Alexander knew he’d meet her ghost but finally seeing her was surreal- but at the same time, it was just like the old times. They immediately started flirting, joking and expressing their love and devotion for each other. Alexander apologized for not being there on her deathbed and Delilah told him it didn’t matter, that she knew he’d done anything to be by her side, but life had had different plans. They had gone through the toughest times together (when Alexander was in prison & when Delilah was diagnosed with a deadly disease) but they had rebuilt their lives from the ground up again and again, they had raised their children together, built a house, moved countless times. Most importantly, throughout their lives, they had always loved each other and supported one another, no matter what happened. They had an unbreakable bond even death couldn’t touch. Delilah assured him that she had found peace after all. It was not what Alexander wanted to hear, but it was her truth. And eventually, he’d be able to let go and find peace himself 🩷

When they exited Delilah’s room, Alexander expressed his gratitude to his granddaughter. She had given him courage to come here and face what he had lost. Though his mental health wouldn’t be cured over night, this encounter had been a huge step and he felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Knowing that Delilah was at peace and didn’t feel resentment towards him was a relief. He was ready to keep working on himself and get to enjoy living with his family again 🩷

[sweetlike-h0ney17]

An open letter to @tiredandlonelymuse

Dear Ash,

Let me first begin by saying I love you and I’m sorry. Like many of your fans, I’ve been trying to find the words to articulate how devastated I am to learn of the intense feelings of loneliness, betrayal, and heartbreak that you’ve shared with us. It wouldn’t be right for me to claim I know exactly how you feel, because I can only imagine the pressure you’ve been under, especially these past two years as you’ve had to navigate your career and life-altering health battles. But one thing I can say without a doubt in my mind is that even if it might not feel this way now, there are millions of people who are cheering you on, praying for you, sending you wishes of good health and happiness, and wanting to see you thrive. Life has thrown you the most grueling and incredibly unfair obstacles, yet you still remain a beacon of hope for so many of us.

If you decide that his era is truly the end because it’s something you don’t love anymore, don’t have the energy for, etc. I understand. I can only imagine the physical and emotional toll that fame takes on a person. And I will hold close with me forever the memories of all the good times, the interactions that show how much you truly care about your fans, and the life lessons you’ve taught me. I have cautiously reminded myself for years now that what you have built won’t last forever, but the thought of it being cut short because of other people’s cruelty, unkindness, and lack of empathy absolutely guts me. The people who truly care about you always will — it’s not conditional. I know the weeds feel like they are all-consuming, but they are few and far between fields of flowers that extend for miles and miles.

It would be unfair of me to ask you to keep going for the sake of your fans — like you have pointed out, you are a real person with real feelings, not a character in a music video. Instead I’m here to reach out a hand and remind you that you are not alone in this. We have gone through many battles together, and this may be the toughest one yet, but your support system is here to catch you when you fall. Uplift you on the good days and the bad days. Cherish your art and remind you why you so graciously continue to share it with us. I could go on and on about the ways in which you have instilled strength in me over the years, as I’m sure millions more could too. All the letters we’ve written, the concerts we’ve attended — all because we know that you are made of some kind of stardust, and your presence in this world has meaning; the lives you have touched are forever changed for the better.

If you read this, let it be a reminder of how loved you are. I speak for myself and countless others when I tell you that I’m here to stay and have no plans on going anywhere. Because the bond you have curated in this community is unbreakable. As we approach this new era, I hope you don’t ever, ever forget how proud I am of you.

With all the love and gratitude in the world,

Lelia 💜

[autisticandroids]

broad strokes of my interpretation of 5x04 the end/the overall guidelines i pay attention to when writing endverse fic

it's about sam. in both a positive and a negative sense, all of endverse is built on sam's absence. on the one hand, there is a freedom and joy for dean that comes from being rid of sam. sam and dean don't really... like each other anymore from s4 onwards, and their unbreakable bond becomes more like a curse to both of them. in a way breaking it is a mercy, see: free to be you and me dean sections. sam's absence allows dean to form meaningful relationships in a way he's basically incapable of with sam around. and to dean sam is a ball and chain, he is first and foremost a duty, not a brother or friend. watch out for sammy. without that millstone around his neck dean is free to be his own person in a way he has literally never been in his whole life. on the other hand, there's the horror of it. sam says yes, and that breaks dean. while dean was running around having a grand old time exercising newfound freedom, he was shirking his duty. his personal world was ending, and he didn't even know it. in the end, dean will never escape sam or have an identity outside of him, and with sam gone - not just separate but gone - he is fully and irrevocably broken.

endverse dean and endverse cas are so divorced, but in order to be that divorced you have to have been married first. to circle back to free to be you and me, do you see how happy dean is in that episode? do you see how sweet dean and cas are on each other? that's the starting point for endverse. that's the point of timeline divergence. whether their relationship experienced a gradual souring or a sharp decline when sam dies is unclear, but we know that it wasn't always this way. this is something that changed.

endverse cas probably isn't as pathetic as you think he is. this is a three-pronged point. 3a. when i say pathetic i don't mean miserable i mean pathetic. endverse cas is extremely miserable every day all the time bc of having to live through an apocalypse and being cutoff from heaven. however. compared to canon cas at the same time he is way less pathetic. he's a lot more self-possessed, and feels entitled enough to a good life that the fact that he's miserable makes him bitter. he may be unhappy but he does not have the kind of self-hatred/low self-esteem that canon cas has because that stuff develops later for particular reasons. 3b. dean is not like. the only thing in his life/the only reason he's miserable and he's probably not even the most important. he's literally living through the apocalypse for chrissakes. and also he's cut off from heaven, which he in the text cites as a major source of his misery. i tend to choose to interpret that as like. missing the hivemind of heaven (or even missing his angelic siblings who he cares deeply about) in order to get it to gel more with my interpretations of canon cas. but even just taking at face value that cas feels powerless and debased because of his fall that's still crunchy and like. not about dean really. like yeah the guy he fell for is no longer capable of loving him but also there's bigger problems here. 3c. drug use. obviously endverse cas uses various substances but if we look at the actual text there are three references to drug use across two exchanges. number one is "are you stoned?" "generally, yeah" ok like we are all grownups here and can admit smoking weed is fine right? right? obviously being stoned all the time is a sign that things aren't going super great in your life but that's generally a symptom of something worse. and then "[takes pill bottle] amphetamines?" "it's the perfect antidote to that absinthe" there are two references to drug use here. one is the fact that cas is taking adhd medication. that's addictive and he could be addicted to it, but also it's not exactly unusual for soldiers to take amphetamines before a battle, nor is it unusual for people who have to drive all night to take them to help them stay awake. also, the way cas talks about it, the vibe seems to be that this is one of many substances that cas occasionally partakes in. the other reference here is to the absinthe and that actually is a cut and dried reference to drug abuse. drinking heavily before driving all night and then going into battle is super irresponsible and likely indicative of a problem. and then the other body of evidence we have is that dean seems to consider cas to be absolutely competent and reliable, so if cas is addicted to something, it's definitely what you'd call a functional addiction, something that doesn't interfere with his life too much. so, broad strokes: if endverse cas is gonna be an addict he is actually probably most likely a functional alcoholic. which is also pretty fun because then you can really play in the space of He Learned It From Dean. 3d. endverse cas is textually kind of a sleazebag.

endverse dean is a shithead but not the way most people think. the notable thing about endverse dean is that he doesn't care enough about other people - endverse cas included but not unique. he's a bastard but his bastardry is lack of care, not intentional cruelty. this is, imo, if i may circle back to the first point, a result of sam's death - after that, dean became singleminded, only really interested in killing lucifer. willing to send cas and others he cares about into a meat grinder to chase his white-suited whale. but he's not mean. just cold. there is the festering corpse of a love relation between dean and cas, but it's not a situation where dean is mean to cas in the way like, season fifteen dean is mean to cas. he's not controlling, not using cas as a punching bag or chewtoy. maybe there's some mutual sniping but mostly dean just doesn't care. as a point of interest, one way in which endverse dean is cruel is he appears to be a habitual cheater. just watch cas' reaction when risa accuses dean of cheating on her. that's the face of a man who has been in her position and knows she is a fool to expect better. but again that's kind of more about not caring about the impact of his actions.

[jay-ce01]

"Love Beyond the Lines"

Wanda x Fem!Reader

Warnings : none, mostly fluff

Words : 1288

Y/N had been Wanda Maximoff’s best friend for years. From the first time they met, there was an unspoken connection that grew into an unbreakable bond. They had shared countless memories, fought side by side in the heat of battle, and found solace in each other’s presence during quiet moments.

Y/N had always admired Wanda, not just for her incredible powers, but for her unwavering loyalty and kind heart. Over time, admiration blossomed into love, a deep and consuming affection that Y/N kept hidden. She couldn't risk their friendship by revealing her true feelings, especially when Wanda’s heart seemed to belong to someone else.

Vision was a remarkable being, both human and not, and Y/N saw how he and Wanda complemented each other. Their connection was palpable, and Y/N often found herself torn between supporting her friend's happiness and grappling with her own unrequited love. She watched from the sidelines, her heart aching with every shared smile and tender glance between Wanda and Vision.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting mission, Wanda and Y/N found themselves alone in the quiet of the common room. The rest of the Avengers had retired for the night, leaving the two friends in a rare moment of solitude.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Wanda asked, noticing the faraway look in her friend's eyes. "You seemed distracted today."

Y/N forced a smile, trying to mask her inner turmoil. "Just tired, I guess. It's been a long day.”

Wanda nodded, but she wasn't convinced. She knew Y/N better than anyone, and she could sense that something was amiss. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Y/N hesitated, her heart pounding. She wanted to confide in Wanda, to pour out her feelings and confess the love she had kept bottled up for so long. But the thought of losing her friend's trust, of disrupting the harmony they had built, was too great a risk.

"I'm fine, really," Y/N lied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just a lot on my mind."

Wanda reached out and took Y/N's hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "You don't have to carry it alone, whatever it is."

The sincerity in Wanda's eyes almost broke Y/N’s resolve. She wanted so badly to tell Wanda everything, but the image of Vision's face flashed in her mind, and she pulled back, the moment slipping away.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N continued to wrestle with her feelings. She watched as Wanda and Vision's relationship deepened, each interaction a reminder of what she could never have. The pain of unspoken love weighed heavily on her, but she kept her feelings hidden, choosing friendship over the risk of rejection.

Then, one night, everything changed. Y/N and Wanda were sitting on the balcony of the Avengers' headquarters, the city lights twinkling below. Wanda seemed unusually quiet, lost in thought.

"Wanda, is something wrong?" Y/N asked, concern etching her features.

Wanda sighed, her eyes distant. "I've been thinking a lot lately. About us, about Vision, about... everything."

Y/N's heart raced, fear and hope mingling in her chest. "What do you mean?"

Wanda turned to face her, her eyes searching Y/N's. "I've been trying to figure out what I really want, what makes me happy. And I realized that I've been ignoring something important."

Y/N held her breath, afraid to hope. "What's that?"

Wanda took a deep breath, her voice steady but soft. "You. I care about Vision, but it's different with you. You're the one who understands me, who has always been there for me. And I think... I think I've been in love with you for a long time."

Y/N's eyes widened, tears welling up as relief and joy washed over her. "Wanda, I've loved you for years. I just didn't think I could have you because of Vision."

Wanda reached out, gently cupping Y/N's face in her hands. "You don't have to think that anymore. It's you I want, Y/N. It's always been you."

In that moment, the barriers that had kept them apart crumbled, leaving only the truth of their feelings. As they leaned in for their first kiss, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their love and the promise of a new beginning.

The kiss was everything Y/N had dreamed of and more—gentle yet electrifying, filled with years of unspoken emotions finally finding their voice. As their lips parted, Y/N gazed into Wanda's eyes, her heart overflowing with a mixture of relief, happiness, and love.

Wanda smiled, a sense of peace settling over her. "I've been so afraid to confront my feelings, thinking it might hurt Vision or complicate things. But I can't ignore my heart anymore."

Y/N nodded, understanding the complexity of Wanda's situation. "What about Vision? How will we handle this?"

Wanda sighed, her expression turning serious. "I need to talk to him, to be honest about how I feel. He deserves to know the truth, and I owe him that much. But I know he'll understand. He's always been compassionate and rational."

The next day, Wanda took a deep breath and approached Vision. They sat down together in the quiet confines of the living room, the air heavy with unspoken words.

"Vision, there's something I need to tell you," Wanda began, her voice steady but soft. "I've realized that my heart belongs to someone else. It's Y/N. I love her."

Vision listened intently, his face composed but thoughtful. After a moment, he nodded slowly. "I had sensed something was different, Wanda. Your happiness is what matters most to me. If Y/N is the one who brings you that happiness, then I support you both."

Wanda's eyes filled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Vision. Your understanding means the world to me."

With Vision's blessing, Wanda and Y/N allowed themselves to embrace their newfound love without hesitation. They spent every possible moment together, discovering the depths of their connection beyond the bounds of friendship.

One crisp autumn evening, they decided to visit the park where they had first met. The leaves crunched beneath their feet as they walked hand in hand, the colors of fall painting a beautiful backdrop for their blossoming romance.

"I can't believe how far we've come," Y/N said, glancing at Wanda with a smile. "It feels like a dream."

Wanda squeezed her hand, her eyes sparkling with affection. "It's our reality now, Y/N. And I wouldn't want it any other way."

As they reached a secluded bench, Y/N paused, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Wanda, there's something I've been wanting to ask you."

Wanda turned to her, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Wanda's. "Will you be mine, officially? Will you be my partner in everything, my love?"

Wanda's smile was radiant, her heart swelling with joy. "Yes, Y/N. A thousand times yes."

They sealed their promise with a kiss, the world around them fading into insignificance. In each other's arms, they found the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that their love was a beacon of hope and resilience.

From that day forward, Wanda and Y/N were inseparable, their love growing stronger with each passing moment. They navigated the complexities of their lives with grace and unwavering support for each other, proving that true love could conquer any obstacle.

And as they stood together on the threshold of their future, they knew that their story was only just beginning, a tale of love and friendship that would endure for all time.

[ironcroft11]

Hi, I'm a part of the Sabezra community and I do not support the harassment or bashing you're receiving, and I know that many other members wouldn't support this either. Yes, many of us are tense, upset, and afraid that the ship will be sunk canonically, but that doesn't excuse behavior like lashing out at others, especially fellow Sabezra shippers. Many of us in the community have made commitments to continue shipping Sabezra even if it is sunk in canon because there's nothing wrong with it. It is not an incestuous ship and it is built on a healthy and strong foundation that is the unbreakable bond Ezra and Sabine have. I do hope your recent experience hasn't turned you off from supporting the ship. Talk to other fellow Sabezra shippers if you need to, we're all in this together.

Hey! Thanks for the kind words!

Don‘t worry, one person won’t turn me off from this ship. Like I said, I ship Sabine and Ezra since the days when Rebels first aired on Disney XD. I also know that person is the minority. Toxic people exist in every community unfortunately.

That person is riled up because I, personally, don’t think that Sabezra will become canon. For me the signs against it sre just too heavy. That doesn’t mean I don’t ship it anymore or will stop shipping it though! I just like to be realistic instead of getting my hopes up and ending up disappointed.

[wispforever]

for the controversial naruto asks: 4, 11, and 13

4. Are the romantic undertones between Naruto and Sasuke intentional or accidental?

I've seen quite a lot of talk about this in the fandom already, done a little thinking myself. The answer to this question, of course, is that we'll never know unless Kishimoto comes out and says whether it was intentional or not. Even then, there's obviously more than a bit of motivation for him to say it wasn't intentional in order to protect himself and his interests from homophobic backlash. If he said it WAS intentional, I'd take him at his word for the very same reason. He'd have to be pretty brave to come out and let everybody know it was gay on purpose; no telling what could happen to him.

But I realize the question isn't about Kishimoto, it's about what I think personally. Personally? I'm torn. If you told me one way or another, I'd accept it either way. However, I do think the symbolism in Naruto, the thematic parallels, and illusions to romance, are a bit heavy-handed at times. I've wondered myself if it could even possibly BE an accident with the sheer amount of innuendo and subtext. Not just with Sasuke and Naruto either.

I suppose when someone who's not queer writes something in the name of platonic love, tries to send it home, tries to make it as sincere as possible, there will always be cases where love can be interpreted more than one way. I'm not someone who puts very strict labels on platonic and romantic love. I don't put one above the other. Devotion is something that exists in love in all of its forms. I can hold hands with my friends and my partner. I'd die for my mother and I'd die for a stranger. Emotional closeness, physical shows, sacrifice, etc. are not enough for me to say one way or another if someone is in romantic or platonic love with someone else. It's only enough to say that they are in love. They care for each other. They are important figures in each other's lives. For this reason, I don't think it's a very important question or one that can be answered by watching the show. Naruto and Sasuke are in love in whatever way you want them to be. I want them to be gay, so to me, the romance is real.

HOWEVER, given the context, Kishimoto I'm sure doesn't share my opinions on blurry love. Is it possible that by introducing the devotion, the sacrifice, the love that everyone in the show CONSISTENTLY treats as bizarre and out of pocket, he intended to create a subtext of romance which would not be accepted if it was written overtly? I would say it's possible, in fact, even probable. I won't examine it in detail, because I hesitate to say even acts like kissing are strictly indicative of romance, but that's just the kind of queer I am. But when you give your duel protags, which you've built an unbreakable bond between, wives who they don't want to be around and lives they hate, and their only reprieve is seeing each other? Well, I can see why the whole fucking fandom has to stop and think. Very curious.

11. Is Itachi a martyr, a victim, or a perpetrator?

I don't think Itachi's character can be broken down so easily. He's a lot of things. More thoughts here :)

13. Was Kakashi trying his best? Was he a "good" sensei?

Oh, this is a tough one for me, something I've thought about a lot. First, let's start by establishing what a "good" sensei is. In my opinion, I'd say a good sensei is someone who protects their students, plays to their strengths, offers encouragement and help when needed, and ultimately tries to make decisions in their students' best interest. Granted, I haven't watched the anime in some time, but I think, all things considered, Kakashi was a pretty good sensei. Definitely, I believe he tried to be better than Minato, and he at the very least succeeded in that.

There are times I was disappointed in Kakashi. When Naruto was grieving the loss of Sasuke or Jiraiya, feeling responsible, I believe he should have been there for him. However, it's also important to remember that Kakashi is a soldier- one of the strongest in the Leaf- he has responsibilities besides just his students, things that are expected of him to which he can't simply say no. This too is important to keep in mind if we're evaluating him on how good of a sensei he's been. It's up for debate, obviously, because the source material doesn't say where Kakashi is or what he's doing all the time, but I believe in the cases where Naruto, Sasuke, or Sakura needed him and he wasn't there, he would have liked to be and was unable. Given his conduct the rest of the time, I don't think that's a stretch (i.e. leaving vegetables for Naruto in his apartment, going after Sasuke even when he was assigned to a different mission, etc.)

I'd call him a good sensei, and if he wasn't, I'd still say he was trying his best. Always thinking back on Minato and his own squad, I think it was very important to Kakashi that he try to make up for what he saw as a failure to his last team, by protecting and teaching Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura. He was willing from the very beginning to die in Zabuza's water prison if it meant the kids would live instead of dying trying to break him out- and at the very end, he stayed with them through the Obito, Madara, and then Kaguya fight, when he had no reason to believe he would make it out alive or even be of any help. The lives of his students seem to be in the forefront of Kakashi's mind consistently throughout the series, which I find commendable in a universe where child soldiers are born every minute and their deaths are treated as an unnavigable necessity. It speaks volumes to Kakashi's character that he is even willing to turn his back on this ideology that's pushed by all his elders in the series. I'd say he and Gai do it best. They've had enough of the killing; I believe they make an effort to overcome the cycle that's been perpetuated, even if it's only their respective group of three kids each.

Yes, even though Kakashi has made his share of mistakes, I think he tries his best, and I believe he is the best sensei he can be with all his flaws and baggage lol

Thanks for the ask :)

[terapsina]

An Ode to a Confession - hizzie fic

- ao3 -

'I came here wanting to make you hurt...'

Hope knew that she and Lizzie should have talked about it. The huge, enormous revelation that Lizzie had dropped in her first desperate attempt at getting Hope's humanity to turn back on.

She should have done something to acknowledge that she'd heard her.

'...like you hurt all of us...'

Lizzie had bared her heart to the darkest parts of Hope's soul and had offered that heart for breaking. And Hope had broken it. She knew that.

Both her heart and-

'...but seeing you in front of me I...'

She could still feel the way Lizzie's neck cracked under Hope's short, swift twisting of fingers; could still remember the way it might as well have been the fragile skeleton of a dove for the amount of care or regret Hope had shown at the act.

The least she could have done later, once she was herself again, would have been to give Lizzie the courtesy of recognizing the confession for what it had been.

'...I hate this. I hate how many good memories I have of you...'

And yet she had remained silent.

Out of guilt for killing her. And out of fear because Hope knew that she would also need to take a closer look at the thing that had motivated her during that crucial moment.

'...I hate that I have to be the one to do this because no one else will...'

She had run from everyone else. Had left all her friends in Mystic Falls once she'd decided on that ruinous murder bender she'd gone on. Had only really hurt Alaric as her warning.

She could have run from Lizzie too. But the truth was that Lizzie had nearly touched Hope's humanity, she'd felt it, twinging and twisting inside her chest, burning with Lizzie's words.

'...but most of all I hate you...'

It had been the toss of a coin on whether or not Hope might have turned it on right then. Heads and Hope would have come back to Lizzie. Tails and she'd only pretend to.

Fate had landed on tails.

'...for being my friend...'

But Lizzie had proven herself a threat to that icy wall Hope had built. And so Lizzie had had to go.

It had been self-preservation and self-destruction merged into one. If Lizzie had not drunk her Tribrid blood before coming to face her, Hope would have - in one act - committed herself to that terrible, emotionless existence.

'...and for being a part of my weird messed-up family...'

Because even then - even that pale, awful version of her - had known that Hope would have never been able to face a reality where she had murdered Lizzie Saltzman.

The grief and the guilt she'd run from because of having needed to kill Landon was one thing. It had gutted her, - it still gutted her and always would - but that at least had been for a purpose.

'...and for making me love you Hope Mikaelson...'

Killing Lizzie because Lizzie loved her? Killing her for no reason other than to make sure that there would never come a future where Hope might come to admit the same? A future where Hope would have to risk the same kind of agony she had only escaped by turning everything off?

No. Hope would have never been able to face such a reality.

'...because no matter how far you go...'

And there was a hidden truth here.

Because Lizzie had already meant so much to Hope. Her friend. Her partner in battle and in magic. The person who had driven her mad with frustration for years before they'd finally gotten past all those many misunderstandings. The only one who remembered Hope when no one should have been able to. The same one who - as she broke the bond and left her behind - punched and cracked that frozen glass keeping apart the mirror images of Hope and her loss.

'...no matter how evil you become...'

That Lizzie had already buried something deep within Hope's immortalized heart. A little seedling of something powerful; something bright and unbreakable; something that needed only a little time and light to grow.

And Lizzie deserved to know that. She deserved an answer instead of a lie.

'...apparently, I can't be the one to stop you.'

Time had ticked ahead but Hope had remained silent. Had left unspoken the things that should have been faced.

And now... now time seemed to be trickling through the spaces between her fingers like sand.

Lizzie had been brave. Lizzie was always brave.

And Hope was trapped like a mosquito in a glue trap. Uncertain if Lizzie still waited for that answer. Or if giving it now would be yet another cruelty that would break something once again.

'...Hope? Are you...?'

[kyuuma-king-of-clubs]

Hii, what did you think of the way Netflix portrayed Kyuma in Alice in Borderland? :)

Hey! MIXED OPINIONS. I liked the actor well enough, however, they didn't give him the essence that makes the character Kyuma. Kyuma was a performer and an escapist. On the Earth realm, he was trying to become a rock star so he left behind his old life in order to do so, vowing to return when he made it big. He wanted to return to his father, but in that time, his father passed away. Ginji learned that life was short and vowed to live his life to the fullest. He has an understanding of the passage of time and how valuable your time is but he also understands that you need the fear of death in order to really live. One of my favorite things about him is that he is very wise and has basically reached a level of growth that most don't get. He's authentic to himself in everyway, whether that he going fully nude or speaking from the heart. He's done with all the bullshit of small talk and playing games. He wants everyone to see their own authentic selves so that they can learn to understand each other. He does everything with a kind of joy that's inspiring but also a bit strange. He's loyal and fair above all else and that builds a kind of bond between teammates that is unbreakable. They all understand the risks, they don't see him as above them, they know he would die for them on equal ground.

Honestly, the show disappointed me in many ways which was expected but Kyuma has grown on me. I know that the creators were attempting to make things more relatable to the general audience so they made him more grave and serious because most people in that situation would be, but they took away his spark just a bit. The point is, he is made for that world. He chose to stay there because there is a sense of freedom he can't find on the Earth realm. Modern society is so intricately built on bullshit and walls but in this world of life and death, you get to know someone's true authentic self through pain, loss, love, partnership and it's very real and beautiful and horrifying. Kyuma isn't against the other world, he just knows he fits this one better because the things he values are here. He thrives in the extremes. He can be realistic and eccentric at the same time. And they definitely showed that but with a slightly different energy. He's calculating and calm in the show, but he isn't as vibrant as he should be. The lines are generally accurate for the most part but the way he introduced this game in the manga was bright and almost excited while as in the show, there's a coolness to it. He doesn't show his emotions as freely. There's a bit of a shock factor when he walks out naked that's never really discussed versus the manga where he has a sort of playful energy and his team tells him to put on pants. He goes through this whole thing about nudist culture which doesn't have to do with the game but he uses the games to help them understand each other. I like that he does point out that one of his team mates designed the game. He gives recognition to those who deserve it which is very Kyuma. I love that when Arisu's team is confused, he explains the game to them in a new way. He's vaguely nonchalant about things and doesn't seem rushed or bothered which is Kyuma but in the manga, he tells them to take their sweet time and says that they are in no rush, with a smile on his face. His team was portrayed nearly perfectly and I liked the music that went with it.

I am very disappointed that the scenes with Kyuma and the other kings and queen were left out. I think those were incredibly important to show the mentalities of these citizens and to leave them out is an injustice. I really wished Arisu's identity crisis was more internal so that we could have the scene with Kyuma giving him advice on how to find himself because God was that needed. I've been where Arisu is at and Kyuma literally helped me find myself through his advice. So while the adaptation was good, they left out many important parts of his character that I believe were crucial. And God do I love this character.

[stanislawkowalski]

Does Nastka still love Luka?

Nastka's feelings for Luka are complicated, a tangled mix of love, hurt, and lingering affection. As ex-partners, they shared a deep connection, but the end of their relationship was marred by Luka's betrayal, a wound that still stings for Nastka. This betrayal wasn’t catastrophic—it wasn’t the kind that completely shatters trust—but it was enough to leave Nastka feeling hurt and disillusioned, a crack in the foundation of what they once had.

Luka’s betrayal might have been subtle—a broken promise, a moment of weakness, or a lie that cut deeper because it came from someone Nastka trusted so completely. It wasn’t just the act itself that hurt; it was the realization that Luka, who he had always tried to understand and support, could let him down in such a personal way. It made Nastka question how well he really knew Luka and whether the love they shared was as strong as he had believed..... if you can call it love....

In the aftermath, Nastka struggled with conflicting emotions. Part of him was angry and disappointed, feeling as though Luka had taken advantage of his trust, that he had been foolish to believe that love alone could bridge the gap between them. But another part of Nastka couldn’t help but still care for Luka, despite everything. He knew Luka’s struggles, his fears, and the walls he had built around his heart. This understanding made it hard for Nastka to completely condemn Luka, even though the betrayal hurt deeply.

Nastka’s love for Luka has changed since their breakup. It’s no longer the hopeful, optimistic love that believed they could overcome anything together. Instead, it’s a more guarded, cautious affection, tinged with sadness and regret. Nastka still finds himself thinking about Luka, especially in moments of quiet reflection, wondering what might have happened if Luka hadn’t betrayed him or if they had found a way to work through it.

Despite the hurt, Nastka hasn’t been able to erase Luka from his heart. There’s a part of him that still holds on to the good times they shared, the deep connection that once felt unbreakable. He remembers the man Luka was before the betrayal, the moments when Luka let his guard down and showed the vulnerable, caring side that Nastka fell in love with. These memories make it hard for Nastka to fully move on, even as he knows that they can’t go back to what they were.

When Nastka thinks of Luka now, there’s a mix of emotions—love, hurt, disappointment, and a lingering sense of what might have been. He knows that Luka’s betrayal was a turning point in their relationship, a moment that changed everything. But he also knows that it doesn’t erase the connection they had or the feelings that still linger in the corners of his heart.

Nastka’s love for Luka is complicated, shaped by both the good and the bad. It’s a love that has been tested and hurt, but it’s also a love that refuses to fully die, even in the face of betrayal. Nastka carries this love with him, a reminder of the depth of their bond and the pain of its end, but also of the understanding that some connections leave an indelible mark, no matter how they end.

[thehandwitch]

kind of wishing i actually didn’t decide to scrap my week 2 stanuary piece because i was writing about the idea of like. ‘the twin connection.’ and idk i have a lot of thoughts about it!

and by ‘i have a lot of thoughts about it’ i mean that i am in the unique position of Having A Twin I Don’t Talk To and i wanted to write about like. how you go from drawing the exact same thing on opposite sides of your kindergarten classroom without saying a word to the other, and trying to guess what colour the other is thinking of in the hopes of proving twin telepathy but the only reason you get it right is because you know him so well — and then suddenly you’re in your 20s and all of that ‘unbreakable bond’ and ‘twin connection’ and ‘built-in best friend’ stuff feels like bullshit because if you were really connected, he would care.

which is all stuff that like. i can pretty firmly see stan thinking about. not to like, project or anything.

(and then stan would hear that shermie’s kid is having twins, and he’d go up to california for the birth masquerading as his brother and praying to god that these innocent children wouldn’t fall down the same path, that they would prove all the twin connection shit right, that they wouldn’t make the same mistakes he and ford did, and when they’re twelve years old and come to stay with him for the summer they play the same twin telepathy games and seem to be able to read each other’s minds and stan is so happy that they’re so close but seeing their bond aches and they’re still so young he’s so scared that the future might drive them apart — but anyway)

[gojoest]

Hi Ai👋 Can i ask your opinion about something? Do you think selfship with character is weird? Because my friend told me its weird, cringe and kinda disgusting so I feel really bad whenever I ship myself with canon characters and I don’t know what should I do or feel whenever I hear my friend’s opinion. And do you ever feel jealous when someone ship themselves with satoru or make headcanon about them? I just want to know your opinion since you are my favorite blog. Whenever you are ranting about your favs (Satoru) it makes me happy and normal for liking characters. I hope its not too long ask and hope you have a wonderful day! 💕☀️

hi beloved! i’m sorry your friend made you feel that way, that’s not very kind of them. while i might not know a single thing about them, this alone speaks volumes to me about their personality (which i already dislike quite a bit for obvious reasons. i’m sorry i rly don’t want to badmouth them but this is just so rude of them i can’t….)

you should absolutely never ever feel bad about doing things that bring you joy! and it’s not only about selfshipping really, it’s about anything — whatever it is that makes you happy, there’s absolutely no reason for you to feel bad about it. with that being said, there will always be ppl that will either be skeptical of your interests or straight up negative, rude and will even shame you (sadly). there’s nothing weird or disgusting about selfshipping with characters. in fact, it’s a very wonderful experience, very personal. there’s simply ppl who don’t quite get it, and that’s fine. it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, that’s okay, too! we’re all built to have different interests and likes anyway but not understanding the purpose of something or doing but still disliking it anyway gives you absolutely no right to shame or disrespect ppl that find joy in it. i think those who rly love you won’t ever judge you anyway, so maybe this is a sign for you to seriously reconsider your friendship with the said person. while you might not have control over their behavior (that obviously hurts you), you do over yours — you get to choose who to surround yourself with, and you deserve to be with ppl that love you and don’t ever judge you, and by “you” i mean all of you, even the parts they don’t understand or find to be quirky.

i don’t ever feel jealous seeing others selfship with my faves, i love to see it actually and even encourage it (sometimes even abuse my friends so they start liking satoru v_v). + i adore reading my moots selfship lore, the more they talk / write about my faves the better bc i get content from literal gods! (they are sooo talented pls!!!) + it always hits different interacting with ppl that are equally obsessed with satoru as i am, idk it just feels like we have a very deep and unbreakable bond between us lksajdhs it’s like blood is thicker than water but the blood in question is our love for satoru

i also hope you know i am literally sobbing into my hands rn bc you are way too sweet! being your favorite blog? making you happy? oh god it’s an honor T—T thank you for bearing with me and even loving my nonsense on here, i greatly appreciate you! sending you a big hug!!!!!!

[pulim-v]

You said you wanted me to yap about my ocs so here I am. Have some thoughts that have been spinning in my cement mixer brain :3

So Maya and Jack are quite different. One of the major differences being that Maya is quite adventurous and Jack is more cautious. So here’s the reasoning behind why they are both like that

Maya-

Maya’s mom is terminally ill with a rare disease. She’s one of the only members of the siren species with this kind of illness, and the only one to have lived as long as she has after being diagnosed (10 years so far) she is barely able to breathe, let alone swim, so she stays in their cove most of the time. Since they don’t know what causes this illness, Maya has convinced herself that she will get it too at the same age as her mom (her mom was in her twenties when she got sick) so she has a very devil may care attitude. She does whatever she wants since she figures she won’t be alive to reap the consequences. She also goes through life trying to bond with as few people as possible (Jack managed to grasp her despite that but she still has some walls up with them despite being friends for many years) because she is scared deep down of having to leave them.

Jack is kinda the opposite side of that coin. He is terribly afraid of living forever, so he’s extremely careful and deliberate with everything he does, because he figures that any diversion from what is supposed to happen will throw his life into mess, and he will have to live with the consequences always, no escape. He didn’t mean to become friends with Maya, and there are a lot of days he regrets it, because she chases trouble. He loves her anyway tho. He also hates forming connections because only the vampires are immortal, and since he never truly feels like a vampire (trans allegory is intended lmao) he doesn’t form relationships with many of them

Ahhhh I’m sorry that was a lotta yapping 🙈 these thoughts have just been trapped in my brain and I wanted to share them with someone :3

Okay you're crafting a really interesting story! You've defined wants for both characters (saving her mother and/or herself for Maya and transing their species for Jack), consequences of said wants for both of them in ways that contrast and intersect, and you have a lot of parallels going on in how the concept of mortality affects both of them. It's some good stuff!

Usually I see a lot of carelessness when it comes to immortal beings in fiction, since they play it off as "it doesn't matter, it'll all be over eventually", but with Jack not wanting to BE immortal, it makes sense that they'd be more careful about it all; he could be trapped in that body forever if he wasn't, after all.

And I love that despite it all they're friends. Someone who might not live much longer, ans someone who might live for too long, and they've built an unbreakable bond of friendship without even meaning to.

They're really cool!!! I like them a lot and I'm excited to see where their story goes!!!!

[prettyboykatsuki]

CW FOR NONCON, DRUGGING, STALKING, . 18+, AFAB!READER

the thing about dabi that makes him a good candidate for immorality has less to do with him being a villain and more to do with the fact that he is so unstable and probably would be regardless of that path

i think for dabi the line between affection and obsession is terribly paper thin. at first, you don't think you're in any danger.

and you aren't. at first, you really aren't.

the first few times you stumble across dabi, he's not acting as a threat to your life. his comments are empty even when they're aggressive. he likes being mocking and scornful to the way you treat him, so empathetic. he's gotten used to it as a defense mechanism.

the first time he comes to you wounded, it's incidental. the rest of the times you encounter him less so. the thing is, you never really draw the right line between you. whatever thing about him that's kept you from screaming or turning him away has made you not refuse him either.

but giving him an inch makes him want to take a mile. dabis aggression is birthed from a desperate obsession to be loved. even amongst his denial, that feeling is so ingrained to his being that anything that so slightly mimics makes it so he wants to keep it forever. he wants to posses it, to create the kind of attachment that can't easily be broken. the sort of bond that is built on a mix of attachment and fear - he knows to be unbreakable. he has it with his father. he knows it best.

for dabi, taking advantage of you isn't a matter of right or wrong. there's not a question of should or if, but when. it's a necessary process in the procedure. you see the thing is that dabi needs to have you. and it's possible, knowing your disposition, you wouldn't turn him away if he asked. if he coerced you with enough feeling, you might let him touch you feebly. you might even open your arms to embrace him, to comfort and soothe him.

but dabi doesn't want you to embrace him like that. he doesn't know what he wants exactly, but he knows he hates begging for anything. so dabi doesn't beg, but he does what he's good at - which is doing whatever he thinks is necessary. he takes the path that leads to the most satisfying destruction.

it doesn't put you to sleep. he wants you to know he's there. to watch him above you as he touches you. he wants you to like it, in his own way it's important you like it - so the things he slips in your drink, makes you feel better. it makes you euphoric.

you're not yourself when you take it. that's the only thing that bothers him. and he thinks, one day he'll try this again with you awake. compare the act when you're fighting him tooth and nail, when you're coerced, when you're like this. maybe he'll figure out what the exact thing he's looking for is that way.

but that doesn't bar it from feeling right for the first time.. it feels good to have you in the place he wants you exactly, with the exact control and the exact timing. it feels good when you giggle in his ear as he slips inside of you, fingers sunk into your hips and groaning against your skin about how good you feel. he can tell you he loves you because you won't recall it when you're sober again.

he fucks you to his hearts content for the night, even after you've gone in and out of knowing he's all there. he can't unlatch himself from you. can't bring his cock to stop twitching, stop himself from spilling his seed so deep inside of you as exhaustion leaves you drunken and half there.

it fills the void he's been trying to fill since he's met you. unconscious and unaware, but touched. ruined. in a way, you are his. violating you liek this makes him a remarkable memory. he doesn't clean you up when he leaves in the morning, but he tucks the lower half of you in.

on his walk home, he wonders how you'll look when you wake up. what that emotional expression of yours will morph into you when you realize. that he's fucked you sore, pussy puffy and messy with an entire nights worth of sex. it doesn't matter what happens next, because dabi knows he'll always find you.

that maybe naively, you'll always see him as a non-threat even when he's proven otherwise.

having super dark dabi thougts i need to Stop

[lollytea]

Huntlow thought - Hunter and Willow going out of their way to make sure Gus never feels like a third wheel. I really love that all three of them are close, because Willow and Gus’ relationship is clearly very important to them and nothing sucks quite like having a romantic interest get in the way of a friendship. Willow especially, having gone through what she did with Amity and knowing how it feels to have your best friend push you away, would take special care to see that they still did one-on-one hangouts, and that Gus never feels like he’s intruding. (She doesn’t really have have time to worry when it’s the three of them, though, because when Hunter and Gus are in the same room she immediately becomes The Braincell.)

Just, like, the two of them being friends first and dating second.

YEAH YEAH MY GOD YEAH YOURE SO RIGHT

I cannot imagine the three of them ever having a problem like this, it just feels so out of character.

As you said, Willow has had her terrible experience with Amity, and she and Gus were each others' only friend for the longest time. Their bond is so special and completely unbreakable. It would be so unlike Willow to ever neglect that.

And likewise, Gus knows Willow loves him. He has complete faith and confidence in this. He knows how loving she is and he's been through so much with her. This is not the kind of relationship that easily sows insecurity.

Meanwhile, Hunter has never had friends before so now that he does, there is no way in hell he is ever going to take them for granted. I don't think he would ever consider either romance or friendship to be superior to one another. They're both just different forms of love to him and Hunter had been without love for so long, that he needs to cherish all that he currently has in his life.

It's so important how all of the trio have established dynamics with eachother that are all unique and special in their own way. Willow and Gus have this unconditional love and years of history and have been each others only support during their darkest times. Hunter and Willow have this sweet soft friendship that is built on respect and admiration. And Hunter and Gus seem to exist in their own boyish bubble. Hunter looks out for Gus and Gus makes Hunter laugh.

But the three of them TOGETHER is a dynamic in its own right and its just as special. I also love this idea of total comfort in their relationships with eachother that even if Hunter and Willow ARE off having alone time, Gus doesn't feel even remotely weird that they're off doing stuff without him. Like all of the trio are able to hang out as duos without the third person feeling left out because they all understand how deeply they care about each other.

Like sometimes Hunter and Willow WILL be hanging out alone at her place and after a few hours they'll be like "I miss Gus. We should ask Gus to come over."

And then he bursts in like "HELLO LOVEBIRDS YOUR FAVOURITE BOY IN THE WORLD IS HERE." And he's fucking RIGHT he IS their favourite boy in the world

[maximoffsworlds]

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Summary: Wanda’s first few weeks at the compound are unsettling to say the least.

Pairing: Wanda x Vision

Genre: Comfort/Hurt

Word Count: 1.7k

Arriving at the compound for the first time, Wanda had nothing. No family, no friends, no possessions of her own. She didn’t even have a change of clothes. She had stepped out of the doorway after the death of her brother and she had silently declared herself to be an Avenger. Life had done a three sixty for her in that moment and she knew she wanted to be something other than the product HYDRA had created.

She was so much more to that. Layers of trauma had shielded who she had been before. Wanda Maximoff had been a daughter, a sister, a friend. A carefree young girl who had a love of sitcoms and a seemingly unbreakable bond with her family. She had loved the way her mother made paprikash, and the way her father would scoop her up into his arms for one of his infamous bear hugs.

She and Pietro fought occasionally but truthfully, what siblings didn’t? But beyond the petty arguments and clashing of two very different minds - their bond as twins was unbreakable and the disagreements never lasted for long.

Wanda Maximoff had always been about family. She loved the dynamics that a family unit built, she loved the closeness and the safety that a family provided. Sitcoms even strengthened that love, showing that all the way across the world, family meant everything.

As much as the Avengers had welcomed her into the compound, declaring her part of their family - for the first time ever, Wanda couldn’t associate the term with this group of people.

She didn’t have that bond with any of them. She barely knew them - and was only familiar with them because of the files HYDRA had her study so that she could destroy them. She knew their interests, their basic information, their individual powers but she didn’t know them.

She didn’t know what their favourite foods were, or whether they were scared of horror films. She didn’t know what would make them laugh or cry, or what they dreamt of. They weren’t family.

She had been dropped off at her room when they had gotten to the compound. An innocent task, showing the witch where she would be living. Tony had said that this was her personal space, that she could do whatever she wanted to it. He had shown her the security system, pointed to the cat eye camera in the corner of the room.

For her safety, he had told her.

But as soon as she was left alone, the first panic attack came.

Somewhere deep down she knew that he had good intentions. Tony had wanted her to put her own stamp on the place. He had even said that she could buy whatever she wanted with his credit card, knowing that she had nothing to her name. Part of her had wondered whether it was some kind of removed familial guilt - the bomb that had been the catalyst for the long sequence of tragedy in her life had of course, been built by his father.

But you see, the room itself was bare. Painted brick, a camera in the corner of the room. And although there was a door instead of bars, and a large, rather comfortable looking bed instead of a bench, Wanda could reach out and run her fingers across the brick and it would be just like she was back in her cell at HYDRA.

She’d had nothing then, too. A camera to monitor her movements. A small television that sometimes worked if you smacked it with the palm of your hand and angled the aerial in just the right way. Cold, bare brick that would sweat due to improper ventilation.

The only difference was that she wasn’t free to leave, there. Wanda had spent many years at the HYDRA facility - and granted, she had signed up for that, but it didn’t make it any less traumatic. She hadn’t expected to be locked away as she had. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what she had expected but she knew it was one of the only ways to get food and water.

That was when Vision had phased through the wall, startling the witch. She had scurried back so quickly that she collided against the cold brick wall, slumping down to the ground. Her green eyes wide as she struggled to control her breathing.

“Miss Maximoff, I do apologise for the intrusion. I sensed high levels of fear and sadness, and I wanted to check on you,” he says, his accent proper and his tone polite.

Sharp gasps of breath from Wanda as her hands, lined with rings, grip to her knees as she tries to ground herself. When she speaks, her accent is thick and her words are unintelligible.

“I. Can’t. Do. This,” she pants, her cheeks stained with smudged eyeliner and tears. She’d not given herself time to mourn her brother. The powers HYDRA had given her were supposed to protect them. They were supposed to be indestructible.

Even back there, whenever she was scared, she could speak out and she would hear her brother. She would hear him zooming around his cell. She would be able to tap into his mind. Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was there.

He had always been there for Wanda. She’d never been without him - he’d even been born fourteen seconds earlier than her. He was her protector, her brother, her twin.

Until he wasn’t.

Vision had stood watching her momentarily, and in a moment of vulnerability, Wanda had allowed him to wrap his strong arms around her to scoop her up from the floor.

She hadn’t told him what was wrong, but somehow, he had known what to do. Vision had gotten her out of that room, and instead, he had brought her to the living quarters at the back of the compound.

There were many communal areas, but this was one of the ones seldom used. It was far away from the kitchen, the gym, and the labs, and so most of the avengers would gather in one of the other areas that would be closer to where they would be working.

Nobody had questioned her when she had started sleeping on the sofa there. Nobody had dared. They were all very aware that her powers were unstable, and that they didn’t know her triggers. The avengers had collectively decided that they weren’t even sure that Wanda had known her triggers - and they were correct.

She would appear for training in the gym with Nat. She would attend dinners - albeit, mostly sitting quietly. Her friendship with Vision was growing stronger by the day. The synthezoid was the only one who wouldn’t look at her in fear. He would approach her with that kind smile, talk to her with his soft voice and most importantly, he would listen.

One day, when the rain was falling heavily against the large paned windows of the glass, she would confide in him about her first day at the compound. It was the first time she had truly opened up about her experience at HYDRA. About why she’d had the panic attack.

Vision had mostly put it down to being overwhelmed, and while he was somewhat correct, he had learnt a lot about the way humans grieved. About the way humans feared. About the way humans were able to store memories that were laced with emotion. It was something he had never encountered. He had memories but they were just factual. His database wasn’t programmed for anything more - or so he had thought.

For the more Wanda opened up to him, the more Vision thought he began to feel. He wanted to do everything he could to bring the definition of happiness into her life again. Vision wanted to take away the darkness from her. Wanda deserved that.

And so, he had set to work.

The next couple of days, Wanda barely saw or heard from the synthezoid. She missed his presence, but rather than dwelling upon it, she threw herself into her training. She spent all of her time in the gym, working with Nat and the other team members to build up her strength. To discover more about what her powers really meant.

But try as she might, she couldn’t wonder if Vision was avoiding her. Had she done something wrong?

The compound was large, but she had become very adept in memorising layouts. It was something she’d had to do at the HYDRA base with its complex maze of winding tunnels and dark corridors.

Eventually, she found herself staring at the room where Tony had dropped her off a couple of weeks earlier. It wasn’t a place she had been back to, but she could hear Vision’s soft voice coming from inside.

A twist of the door handle has the witch pushing it open gently, and she stops in her tracks.

The room looked entirely different to how it had when Wanda had arrived. The walls which were once painted brick were smooth and a light grey colour. The large bed was made and spread with blankets and pillows. Soft lights flowed through the decorative lampshades.

Above the bed were three hung crosses - which Vision would explain were hung to represent her mother, father and brother.

It was no longer just a room, nor one that would trigger flashbacks to the cell she had called hers for years. This was her home.

And it was all thanks to Vision.

“It seemed to me, Miss Maximoff. That if one is going to reside in a place for a continuous amount of time, that you should be comfortable doing so. I appreciate that this might not all be to your taste, but my research showed that these are all of the latest trends,” he explains.

This time, Wanda has tears in her eyes which is something that brings him alarm. Had he done the wrong thing? Was it too much? Did she really hate it? His systems weren’t telling him that at all.

“I apologise if I have overstepped -“ he begins, but before he can continue, Wanda is shaking her head and … embracing him tightly.

The first show of her own emotions. Her true emotions. This was truly Wanda Maximoff.

“It’s perfect, Vis,” she tells him, her words laced with emotion.

His face relaxes into a smile when she speaks, and he dares to wrap his arms around her, just a little tighter than she has with him.

“It is not perfect by any means, Miss Maximoff. But perhaps…you can call it home.”