#their conversation during the final battle is so fascinating

[luckiestmushroom]

The absolute irony of Robin’s beliefs being freedom, while Sunday’s are Order, and yet when she intervenes in the final battle, she’s desperately trying to get Sunday to agree with her, take her side, change his views. And it’s Sunday who’s like ‘we are on different paths, that’s how our lives have gone.’ Just really telling that even now after all this time he values Robin’s freedom and her beliefs, even as he’s preparing to enact his own plan. While Robin deep down still wants him to conform to her ideals and come back to her side. This is why they are truly diametrically opposed now because the only way Sunday is coming back to her side is if he totally conforms to what she wants as he did when they were children, and the only way Robin would join him would be to betray what she believes in completely.

[chibieggplant]

Law falls for you slow and steady

Trafalgar law Headcanons | When he has a crush on you

Law's crush on you manifests slowly and subtly. It starts with him noticing the way your eyes light up when discussing something you're passionate about or the kindness you show to others.

He often finds himself stealing glances at you when he thinks you're not looking, only to quickly avert his gaze when you catch him. Law tries to act cool and collected about it, but his crewmates soon start noticing him staring dreamily at you and you can bet they tease him mercilessly about it.

Law's normally precise and focused nature becomes slightly scattered when he's in your presence. He might find himself lost in thought, daydreaming about cute or romantic scenarios involving you, only to snap back to reality with an embarrassed expression.

Despite his tough exterior, Law is not immune to unintentionally blushing furiously or getting flustered around you. Compliment him or praise his skills as a doctor / fighter and he will turn into a stuttering mess.

Whenever you're around, Law's usually calm and collected demeanor becomes a bit more chaotic as he tries to hide his nerves. Suddenly he turns into Corazon and is now tripping over his feet and accidentally bumping into things.

Law's attempts at flirting with you are often hilariously awkward, he's not used to expressing his emotions openly. His deadpan delivery and bluntness don’t help his case either. Penguin tried to give him advice on how to be more romantic but it often comes out wrong. “You’re like the North Star in my chaotic sea of life…except, I’m not lost or anything. Just metaphoricaly…speaking.”

He often attempts to make conversation with you…key word being attempt “So um…did you hear about that new medical breakthrough? It’s fascinating stuff. Way less complicated than…emotions…did you know that the human heart beats around 100,000 times a day?”

He protective side comes out around you, subtly keeping an eye on you during battles or dangerous situations, ensuring you're safe without drawing too much attention to it…Though it’s painfully obvious to everyone else when the poster boy for sticking to the plan diverts his plan just to help you.

Law often overreacts when you have even the slightest injury or ailment, treating it as a major medical emergency. His crewmates find it amusing how he switches instantly into "doctor mode" for the smallest of issues when it comes to you. You have a small cut on your arm? He insists it needs to be sterilised immediately, let him look at it, it might need stitches.

As Law's feelings deepen, he finds himself drawn to your company more and more. He starts seeking opportunities to spend time together, whether it's finally coming out of his office to join you for lunch, or stealing you away to discuss strategies for upcoming missions because he needs your input…he doesn’t, he just hasn’t spoken to you in the past hour and he misses you.

Law's crewmates, particularly Bepo and Penguin, become keen observers of his behavior around you. They notice the subtle shifts in his demeanor, the way his gaze softens when he looks at you, and the genuine smiles that grace his usually stoic face in your presence.

Bepo, becomes his unintentional wingman, trying to nudge him closer to you whenever possible. Though his attempts often just make Law stumble into you. Bepo pushes him to compliment you “Doesn’t y/ns hair look nice today captain? Tell her it looks nice” *cue the adorable bear eyes that Law can’t say no to*

Over time, as your relationship deepens, Law might find the courage to subtly hint at his feelings, although he remains cautious about how you might respond. He’s already lost someone he loves once he can’t lose you too.

He starts leaving small gifts or tokens of affection for you in your room, though he would never admit they were from him. His gifts often end up being quirky or unconventional items that reflect his personality, like a tiny model of the Polar Tang or a cute plushie of Bepo.

Regardless of his reserved nature, Law's crush on you brings out a softer side of him. Over time, as trust and mutual understanding deepen between you and Law, he begins to open up more to you. He find himself sharing personal stories and memories of his past with you.

Despite being a former warlord, Law becomes a bit of a nervous wreck when he tries to confess his feelings to you. He rehearses his lines multiple times in the mirror, only to end up blurting out something completely different.

“You know I’ve performed countless surgeries but trying to fix my heart after meeting you is the toughest one yet…wait, that sounded smoother in my head. What I meant is that it seems that I have a significant affection coefficient towards you…dammit! I mean, I-i really like you a lot!”

Law’s crush on you blossoms into true love, he cherishes the bond you have that’s built on trust, respect and genuine care. You become a source of joy and lightheartedness during his chaotic days, bringing much needed colour and love to his life.

[madwomansapologist]

YOU LOVE BLOOD TOO MUCH (BUT NOT LIKE I DO)

★彡 synopsis: awakened in a new era, sukuna found endless opportunities to hurt and maim others. he also found you, a sorcerer with an ever-expading soul bonded to oaths of pacifism and self-control. allured by the strength you decided to hide, sukuna realized this era could be far more fascinating.

chapter one: a blinding glimpse or the one you politely offered your heart to the king of curses in an attempt of mocking him.

warnings: ryomen sukuna, meet-cute (they're actively trying to kill eachother), hate to morbid curiosity, canon level of violence, blood and gore, near death experience, cannibalistic thoughts, hot villain covered in blood, sorcerers being clinically insane, satoru gojo cameo, fight style visual.

word count: [1.2K]

kill count: [0]

Observing it all from above, scarce stars battling with artificial lights to test his blurred vision, Sukuna realized he awakened in a distant era. One that overflows with life, he assumed.

He could hear it all. At every dark street and its endless crossroads kids would bid their farewells and run back home. Wind carried the hiss of kettles and brush of soles against old rugs. Sukuna reveled in the harmony reverberating inside each and every human blissfully unaware of the hungry void lurking above.

Offenses whispered cowardly, commands shouted, nauseating confessions. How many voices. So much unnecessary noise. Sukuna’s initial deduction was proven correct in a matter of seconds. Life overflows in every moldy corner. Surviving isn’t a concern in this brand-new world, and herds born for slaughter confuse not having a predator with having strength.

It truly is a perfect era to destroy, considering the reek of sorcerers nearby.

I was brought back, Sukuna rejoiced as the receptacle resisted his presence. To a world build to be torn apart, Sukuna laughed as an extravagant sorcerer dared use him as a training dummy. Nothing good will came out of this, Sukuna felt a shiver on his nape.

A thunder silenced the world. Wall after wall shattered as the impact of a lightning bolt threw Sukuna inside the building. Involved by a dense layer of dust, Sukuna regained balance. Pearly white waves danced above his skin. The aftermath of sheer electricity.

It didn’t burn Sukuna. It didn’t hurt him at all. A basic and quick attack lacking cursed energy and strength. Sorcerers sunk to such a low level during his slumber? Pathetic, although not surprising or disappointing. He never expected them to become stronger.

A blink later and his arrogant smile oscillated. As the energy dissipated, it was all healed. Every wound and scratch. Broken ribs and cut lips. As good as new. In an instant, all the pain inflicted on his vessel disappeared. It definitely wasn’t his doing, since Sukuna haven’t decided if this maggot was worth his time.

“Don’t ruin another school,” wind carried a new voice towards Sukuna. One tender and hospitable. It reminded him of silk. “People will question it, and then Yaga will question us.”

“His brain only works against us”, Satoru whimpered, handing Megumi the bag with his future midnight snacks. “Not an ounce of trust on our good, flawless work. When did he ever let us be?”

Looking at his pout, you giggled. “And since when did we ever let him be?”

Sukuna followed your voice. What an alluring conversation. Two sorcerers, half-complaining and half-laughing. No remnant of dread or fright. This night, no one that spoke carried the fear of someone challenging the King of Curses.

Feeling moonlight on his flesh once more, he finally saw who dared heal his vessel. And for a moment, all Sukuna could do was stare.

A pearly mist expanded with your every breath. As if haunted by a wraith or perhaps surrounded by a still gathering storm. It shined so brightly, floating right above your skin, in an extreme contrast with the darkness of your cursed energy.

Sukuna was staring at your soul.

A shiver travelled down your nape as his gaze burned something within you. Tilting your head, you faced Ryomen Sukuna. The weight of his presence alone could make curses beg. Staring back into his red eyes, you smirked.

The double-edged long axe on your hands glistened as you imbued it with more cursed energy. Biting the tip of your tongue, a habit you never truly escaped from, you observed the ancient predator in front of you. It was time to hunt.

Crouching down on the ground, you supported your weight on your toes. A simple change of position. Enough to make stupid curses hesitate. Why crouch down while holding an axe? Why not go straight for the throat? Why put your strength on your knees when you need it on your torso?

You saw no confusion inside Sukuna’s eyes. Only amusement.

In a fluid motion, your body floated above his. The fabric of your yukata covered the wide arch of your arm. The edge of your axe came down, cutting the concrete below you even far away from the ground.

As you expected, Sukuna dodged it easily. By making a fuss with your robe, you forced Sukuna to move further away to obtain a better view of your movements. And he moved exactly where you knew Satoru would be.

“And I am the one destroying the school?” Hands inside his pockets, Satoru forced his presence upon Sukuna. You wondered who among you three flashed the most annoying grin. “That was on you.”

In the air, you three danced. Satoru and his surgically correct dodges. Sukuna’s incessant pace of physical attacks without breaking a sweat. You, forcing them both to move higher in search of the upper hand. A perfect dissonance.

 “You told the kid to let him take control”, you remembered Satoru. “Everything is on you from now on.”

“How convenient for everyone else”, Satoru hissed. “And remind me who said fighting a special curse would make this day interesting? You manifested this.”

“I can take the blame if you pay the price”, you offered. Sneaking a glance at Megumi, you checked if he was safe down there. One of Sukuna’s black nails brushed against the sash around your waist. “I’ve been craving fish and-”

Hollow.

How to define inexistence properly? How to explain the palpable feeling of lacking something? The best you can do is summarize it in a single word: red. Your teary eyes, the energy growing between Satoru’s fingertips, the fist deep into your chest. Everything was burning red.

“Don’t look away from a fight”, Sukuna mocked you, tearing your chest open. There was a certain poison in his words. “And I thought you were promising.”

Crushing your heart between his fingers, blood gushed upon his lips. Sukuna laugh echoed in the midnight sky. How uncommon. Tender and hospitable. You taste just like how you sound.

If you had cried, Sukuna would be tempted to taste your tears. If you had fallen, Sukuna would enjoy the sight of a human turning into a puddle of organs and bones. If you had screamed, Sukuna would feed on your delirious rage.

But as your right hand closed around his wrist gently, Sukuna had no reaction.

“I appreciate the compliment, Sukuna-sama”, you smiled.

Grabbing your black hairpin, the golden opal gem on the end reflected moonlight directly into his eyes. Wind moved your hair, framing your face and carrying its perfume directly into his nostrils.

“You can have my heart.” Piercing the still beating organ, your smile turned into a cheeky grin. “I have no need for it anymore.”

 “Yuji”, Satoru called. And just like before, there was no remnant of dread or fright in his voice. “You can come back now.”

Staring into your menacing eyes, Sukuna felt his vessel taking control over the shared body. Licking his lips, he tasted you once more. Yuji Itadori regained consciousness to find himself with a heart in his hands and teeth dangerously close to it.

Fascinating, Sukuna admitted to himself. What an interesting era to ruin.

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[lure-of-writing]

Kick your ass

Note: Hi everybody long time no see! I would assume that is doesn't come as a surprise when I say being a flight attendant leaves no room for writing much less doing anything else but sleeping but here we are after what I'm sure can be counted as forever. Anyways I feel like this story is when your partner just isn't getting it right and it's driving you crazy and you get a little ( or a lot) sassy. I'm so happy to have finally written something in so long and I hope you love it!

Word count-2.3K

Warnings- none unless you count cussing

Summary: Lately all your mate does is piss you off. And don't get it wrong you love him but you are more than ready to kick his ass.

You love Azriel with all of your heart, your whole being if you're being completely honest but lately he has done nothing but piss you off. It first started with him going on a mission during the middle of your cycle. Since the moment you knew Azirel was your mate you gave clear explicit instructions that Azriel was to be no more than five feet away from you during that time of the year unless it was for something of the utmost importance and could not be handled by anyone else. Imagine your surprise when he started grabbing his leather clothing after he had made you breakfast and had gotten you comfortable in your bed that could fit three grown Illyrian men. 

“And just where do you think you're going?” Azriel could feel like distaste dripping off of your words and hitting him in the back as he was faced away from you. It was no secret that Azriel loved you more than life itself and would do absolutely anything to keep you safe and happy but when you were on your period you could be a handful and more often than not you tested his never ending patience until you actually found the end of its supply. With a slow release of his breath he turns around to find you perched on the edge of the bed throwing an angry glare in his direction. “Listen baby” the shadowsinger slowly approached you like you were a wild animal ready to strike at any moment and honestly that comparison isn’t too far off with the way you look like you're ready to rip his head off of his shoulders. “You know I wouldn’t go unless I had to, yeah?” he kneels before you gently rubbing comforting circles on your bare thigh while giving you a soft smile reserved for only you. “Is the information you retrieve from this mission of that great value?” he watched as you paused waiting for the answer that both he and you already knew. “Is there no one else beneath you who could do it instead?” And while yes there were people beneath him that could handle this task, Azriel is a perfectionist and would like to make sure things get done right. “Is it so important that you must leave your mate during their cycle knowing the excruciating pain I endure? It's so important you must put this before your mate?” 

Azriel knew this conversation was a losing battle on his end but he also knew if he would like to be able to sleep next to you tonight that he must offer something to make up for it. “No my love, there isn’t anyone else who can handle this as they are all busy at the moment but don’t worry I will be back before dinner.”  Even as you glowered down at him all the shadowsinger could think about was two things. One, he is definitely in trouble and two, how stunning you look. “I don’t care if no one else can do it, get that brute of your brother to handle it.” You waved your hand in a dismissive way as if to send Cassian on this mission yourself and Azriel couldn’t help but lay his head on your legs and laugh and your attitude. 

The next time Azriel made you mad was during a family dinner with the inner circle. At first with all the new people, family dinners were a little awkward and unbearable mostly due to Cassians pinning over Nesta and her constant blatant rejection but also because of the middle sister's fascination with your mate. Did she know he was your mate? Yes. Did that stop her from having a crush? Absolutely not.

As you were getting ready to head down to Feyres and Rhysands new house you had made it clear he needed to put his foot down and tell Elain he was not and would never be interested in a relationship with her otherwise you would handle it yourself and Azriel knew that meant you would become your own nasiter version of Nesta and you would tear her down until she couldn’t even look you in the eyes. It may not be the best way to handle her crush but until Azriel when it came to dealing with people who had a crush on him you tended to leave your manners at the door. 

Everything was going well at the river house until you walked into the dinning room with Amren and spot your mate seated next to Elain on one side and Mor on the other side. The whole group could feel the shift in the temperature as it dropped and you gave a cold and pointed stare to your mate. Possessing the same powers as Rhysand you barged into his mind “What the hell is this?” without responding he gently shakes his head in a not right here manner and pleading with his eye for you to just let this go. Silently you take your seat across the table from him and sit next to your high lady and Amren. For the rest of the dinner you say nothing as your pin Azriel to his seat as your seething anger radiates off of you and hits him like a tidal wave over and over again never once giving him a break. 

“Y/n” Azriel had waited until after you had taken your bath and done your fifteen step skin and body care route and had gotten into bed with your current book you picked to read before approaching you. He gently sat down on the bed next to your legs and hopped you don;t make him sleep on the couch tonight.  “I know you're upset with what happened at dinner but it just happened one minute I was talking with Mor and the next Elain was ushering us all in to eat dinner and she just happened to sit next to me.” As he gave his explanation of the night's events you had closed your book and laid it in your lap and nodded silently in understanding waiting for your mate to be done talking. “Is that so?” you asked in a thoughtful way. Now Azriel has been with you long enough to know that tone of voice and that statement should strike the fear of every god into him and it definitely did. “Yes, I promise that's what happened.” Once again you nodded in understanding before tilting your head to the side with a confused look on your face. “So if that's all that happened then why would Elain feel comfortable sitting next to you knowing that you have a mate who cannot stand her crush on you? And didn’t I tell you to make sure Elain knew in no uncertain terms that her fantasy of having a relationship with you was nothing more than a fantasy and if she tried I would kill her?” Azriels heart dropped to his stomach as he listened to you talk, he had known that there was something he needed to do but as soon as he entered the house Cassian gave him a cup of a mysterious alcohol and Rhysand had beckoned him over to fill him in on the status of a mission one of his spies were on. And before he knew it Morrgian had whisked him away to talk about her journey on the continent and the information she had obtained while there and the next thing he knew he was sat between the girl he used to have a crush on and the girl who currently has a crush on him. Candidly he knew he was fucked. 

“Let's go with your version of events like you said they happened shall we? I am going to assume you got too busy with everyone to tell Elain to knock off her childish behavior, which you would have done in a much nicer way because you are you. Then why didn’t you say anything to her when I walked in or better yet why didn’t you get up to sit next to me instead?” As a professional interrogator your mate knew you had just walked him into a trap and for a split second he wondered why you didn’t have his job instead. “Baby you know both of those options would have been rude and probably would have ruined the dinner.” Nodding in fake understanding you inspect your nails giving it a brief second before responding “And you are the shadowsinger of the night court. One of the most feared males in Prythian and you couldn’t muster up the courage to say something to Elain? How ironic is that.” You scoffed and shook your head in a surprised manner and needless to say he ended up sleeping on the couch that night. 

The last straw was watching Azriel train the valkyries and watching them not so subtly drool over your mate. You wouldn’t be one to blame them if they had done so in a respectful way but they were bluntly flirting with your mate right in front of you. One thing you loved about Azriel was how secure he was in your relationship. No one could make him look in the direction that wasn’t you, if someone was trying to flirt with him he didn’t register it unless it was you. And normally you wouldn’t have a problem with that except three girls were currently trying to make a pass at him and he had no reaction. Most would take that in a positive way but not you, you wanted him to shut that down the second it started and make a clear line in the sand on what was expected from the student-teacher relationship amongst him and the Valkyries he was training. “Azriel!” You had barely shouted his name from across the training platform on the house of wind but it felt as if you had. He turned around to see you leaned against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest and face set in a scowl while glaring at him. Turing to look at the trainees before him he instructs them on what to do next before quickly making his way to you. “Yes my love?” he asks in such a hushed and concerned tone that you almost forget what you called him over to yell at him about, but over his shoulder you see one of the girls check him out and suddenly you remembered all over again what it was that you needed to speak to him about. “You need to tell your students to stop checking you out and to close their mouths before they start drooling all over themselves.” Your mate's face scrunched in confusion. Azriel may be an excellent observer but when it came to himself not so much. He couldn’t see his own beauty that was hand crafted from the gods themselves, he couldn;t see how his quiet and standoffish personality drew people in, he couldn't see all of the things that you loved about him could all be the reason that other people lust after him. 

His shadows gave him a play by play of what his students had been doing while he wasn’t focused on each person in particular and how you had been brewing in your anger in the corner by yourself. As soon as you put on your fighting leathers this morning Azriel knew he was doomed as it was your ritual to fight each other everyday during training but seeing you in the corner pissed that other people had been checking him out brought his demise to a whole nother level. Azriel subtly glanced down at where your arms were crossed over your chest and he thanked the gods for your outfit. “You sound a little upset, my love.” Once more you send him one of your signature pointed looks “Yeah you would be upset also if the roles were reversed.” He shrugs slightly while tilting his head and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to his body. “You’re not wrong I would be upset because nobody gets to look at you that way unless it's me.” He pulls you even closer to his body until you’re chest to chest with him and he bends down to whisper in your ear. “Beat me in a match and I will make sure they know I’m no one else's but yours. I'll let you claim me anyway you want, hell I’ll even let you do it in front of them if that will make you feel better.” Both you and Azriel knew the game he was playing at but neither of you cared, well him less than you. You pulled away slightly to look up at your mate and see the smirk resting upon his very kissable looking lips “Sounds like a deal to me because I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.” 

The shadowsinger followed behind you with a laugh and he shook his head in amusement while taking in your figure from behind. He watched as you got into your fighting stance and waited for him to do the same. He held his hand up to signal you to give him a moment. Turning around to look at the Valkyries in training he gathered their attention without saying a word. “I think it's about time to see what the last remaining real valkyrie looks light during a fight and maybe then you can aspire to be a fraction of as good as my beautiful mate is.” He turned back around to see you glowing with confidence, determination and love, but also the want to make sure you won his bet. Gods he knew this was going to lead to some great sex after you kicked his ass and he couldn’t be looking forward to it more.

[mcdynamite]

If you asked most people who know Eddie Munson, they’d tell you that he's a loud, theatrical man. They might tell you that he's always bouncing around, full of chaotic energy and wild ideas, eager to share what's on his mind with anyone who will listen.

And for the most part, they would be right.

But Steve Harrington knows that there's more to it than that.

Steve knows that Eddie is loud, most of the time, except for when he feels most comfortable.

It's a realization that comes to Steve slowly in the weeks following their final battle against Vecna and the Upside Down, during the time they spend sharing a hospital room while they recover from their bat bites.

Steve is there to witness Eddie's cacophonous reunion with the kids - rife with hollering and boisterous laughter and some very stern (if relieved) scolding from Erica Sinclair. But he's also there to see the way Eddie motions Dustin over once everyone settles down and begins to trickle out of the room. Steve watches as Eddie pulls Dustin into his arms and mutters something Steve can't hear into the kid's ear - something that makes Dustin smile with teary eyes.

It's the first time Steve has seen such a soft display of emotion from Eddie Munson, and he finds it strangely fascinating.

Then, it's the same with Wayne a few days later, when he's finally allowed to visit Eddie in the hospital. Steve expects something a bit dramatic from Hawkins' most notorious Dungeon Master, to be honest, but it's not dramatic at all. The reunion between the Munson men is soft and subdued, nothing but quiet sentiments Steve can't quite make out. Eddie is still as full of energy as ever, but with Wayne around, he loses that frantic edge. And so Steve eventually realizes...

The more comfortable Eddie is, the less jagged his edges get. Loud, raucous laughter becomes soft chuckles. Booming declarations give way to quiet promises. Eddie Munson is softer when he feels safest, and Steve quickly decides that while he likes any and all versions of Eddie, he's particularly fond of this one - the one who's shed his emotional armor in favor of comfort, and perhaps a little vulnerability.

He wants to see more of this Eddie - the one who seems closest to Eddie's truest self.

And overtime, Steve gets his wish.

It starts with quiet, late-night conversations filling the space between their beds in the hospital, when they finally begin to dismantle every misguided preconceived notion they've ever had about each other in order to forge a friendship from the ground up.

Once they're released back into the real world, it continues. There are soft, amused comments murmured into Steve's ear during movie nights, and cheeky observations about the kids they practically share custody of on days at the arcade. There are relaxed conversations over a joint passed back and forth on nights when neither of them can sleep at three in the morning.

The closer they get, the softer Eddie becomes, and it only becomes more obvious when they finally stop dancing around each other and start dating.

Eddie's voice is careful and kind when he asks, "Can I kiss you?" for the first time.

He's practically whispering a week later when they both admit to wanting more than just a casual fling with each other.

When Steve makes him come for the first time, Eddie is all soft gasps and quiet whimpers... breathlessly chanting Steve's name like a prayer. And when Eddie returns the favor later that night, it's with the sweetest, filthiest things whispered into Steve's ear, working him into a frenzy until it takes him over the edge.

And four months into their relationship, one of their most important milestones is said so quietly, Steve almost misses it entirely.

They're laying in bed together, chatting away just like they do almost every night. Steve is basking in the feeling of Eddie's arms around him...of Eddie's bare chest against his back as they trade warmth back and forth. He always loves cuddling with Eddie, but he thinks these nights are his favorites. The ones when he gets to be the little spoon, tucked safely into the arms of the boy he thinks of first every morning and last every night.

Eddie tells him about the way Mike wouldn't stop bitching about his sunburn during the D&D campaign Eddie ran with the boys earlier today, and Steve can't help but roll his eyes.

"God, I told him to use sunscreen yesterday!" Steve insists. Behind him, Eddie snorts. "I did! I told all of them to use it, and most of them listened to me, but did Michael Wheeler? Of course not, because that little shit is hellbent on giving me grays before I turn thirty!"

There's another snort from Eddie - this one louder than the first - and Steve playfully smacks his arm where it's wrapped around Steve's abdomen. Eddie just catches his hand and traces circles across the back of it with his thumb.

"This isn't some laughing matter, Munson!" Steve hisses. "We're talking about my hair, here!"

"Oh, woe be upon he who dares threaten the integrity of your glorious mane, my liege," Eddie drawls dramatically. He nuzzles into the aforementioned mane and presses a soft kiss to the spot just behind Steve's ear.

"Exactly, see? You get it," Steve scoffs, choosing to ignore the sarcasm in his boyfriend's voice.

Eddie buries his face in the crook of Steve's neck and makes a vague humming sound.

"Seriously, though, next time, I'm putting sunscreen in a spray bottle and ambushing him with it, or some shit. I’ll be damned if he survived the apocalypse just so his pasty ass could be taken out by the sun," Steve continues to vent.

Eddie just laughs softly. "You're ridiculous, sweetheart," he murmurs. Steve feels him brush his lips against Steve's pulse point and has to suppress a shiver.

"Yes, and?" Steve huffs, unable to keep the smile out of his voice.

"You're ridiculous," Eddie repeats. Then, his voice goes impossibly soft - barely a whisper, and a bit hesitant - but Steve feels the words ghost over the shell of his ear. "And I love you."

Steve's breath hitches just as Eddie seems to realize the gravity of what he's let slip. Eddie's thumb, which has been rubbing gentle circles into the back of Steve's hand ever since he grabbed it a minute, suddenly pauses. For a moment, neither of them move.

It's Steve who unfreezes first, slowly rolling over until he's facing Eddie, still wrapped in his boyfriend's arms. He takes in Eddie's wide eyes and vaguely anxious expression before reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of Eddie's face.

Steve's voice is raspy when he finally manages to speak.

"You love me?" he asks hesitantly, hating the half of himself that's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe he misheard. Maybe Eddie said something else. Or worse, maybe Eddie changed his mind immediately after saying it and is now regretting saying it in the first place. It wouldn't be the first time someone changed their mind about loving Steve, after all.

Eddie doesn't correct him, though, or take it back. Instead, he nods hesitantly, as though he's afraid Steve will hate him for it, and bites his lip.

"I- yeah," he says, still whispering. He looks terrified, and it makes Steve's heart ache. "Is that...okay?"

Steve wants to laugh. Or cry. Maybe both. Mostly, he wants to tell Eddie that it's more than okay - that he loves him, too, and has for a while now.

"Say it again," Steve begs, instead.

Eddie blinks, his gaze transforming into something so devastatingly tender that Steve doubts he'll ever recover.

"Stevie..." Eddie murmurs, bringing their foreheads to rest against each other. His lips curl into a smile. Steve smiles back. "I love you."

Steve is only slightly embarrassed by the way his heart is rabbiting against his ribs, surely loud enough for his boyfriend to hear.. "Really?"

Eddie smiles and lets their noses brush. "Yeah, baby. I really do."

"Oh," Steve breathes. His disbelief finally gives way to wonder as he allows his hand to move on its own accord - fingertips brushing against the soft skin of Eddie's cheek. Reverently, he traces the shape of Eddie's nose, of his eyebrows, of the little scar on Eddie's temple that's only just begun to fade.

Eddie presses a barely-there kiss to the pads of Steve's fingers when they finally drag across his lips. The action leaves Steve feeling so fond it aches.

"I love you, too," Steve whispers, because it's the truth. He's not sure exactly when he started to fall in love with Eddie Munson, but he does know that he's never stopped. He thinks he'll probably keep falling in love with Eddie until the day he dies.

It's a disgustingly sweet sentiment, and Steve can't bring himself to care.

"Fuck, Eddie," he laughs, breathless. Eddie's eyes are shining with joy. With love. Steve moves closer, until their lips brush against each other when he murmurs, "Love you so much."

Steve's heart has never felt as full as it does right now - as it continues to feel when they collide in a flurry of heated skin, soft lips, and quiet words of adoration. It's not the first time they've had sex, but it's the first time it's felt like this - like being wholly and completely cared for, for the first time in his life. Steve has tears in his eyes by the time they collapse against each other, sated and utterly in love, and Eddie devotedly kisses the tears away when they begin to fall.

In the aftermath, once they've both been cleaned up and caught their breath, Eddie pulls Steve into his arms so Steve's head can rest on his scarred chest. The soft thump of Eddie's heartbeat beneath his ear - proof that they survived everything they've been through, and that their reward is this beautiful, brilliant love - brings a smile to Steve's face.

He turns his head and presses his lips to Eddie's chest, just above Eddie's heart. Eddie's arms tighten around him.

"Love you, Eds," Steve murmurs, settling in and closing his eyes as sleep begins to beckon.

Eddie just holds him and runs nimble fingers through Steve's hair, bending to press a kiss to Steve's temple.

"Love you too, Stevie," Eddie whispers in his ear, voice perfectly, beautifully soft.

Written for the prompt "things you whispered in my ear" from this prompt request list I posted a couple of months ago! If you want to request another one of the prompts on the list, drop me an ask and I'll write it as soon as I can!

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Young, Ashamed, and Foolish (pt. I) ⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆

Pairing: non-idol kwak jiseok/gaon x Reader Tags: classmate au, academic rival au, afab reader, jiseok and reader are med school students, jiseok pov (for pt. I) Warnings: nsfw (at the end), angst (it will be resolved i promise), possessiveness/yandere!jiseok if you squint, jiseok is struggling, reader is struggling, suggestive content, solo masturbation (m), more in pt. II Word Count: 5.2k Synopsis:  Kwak Jiseok, esteemed second-year medical student constantly battling with self-doubt and exhaustion, is drowning. Though admired by his peers as one of the school’s “perfect students,” he remains haunted by a past interaction with the only other person who shares that title - a classmate he once regrettably dismissed too quickly. As Jiseok navigates the challenges of medical school, his fascination with her only deepens, revealing an unsettling truth: what began as admiration has given way to something far more consuming. When a conversation overheard by chance upends what he thought he knew about her, Jiseok is faced with a choice - continue watching from the sidelines or finally bridge the distance he had put between them.

🍇's note: Hi guys! This is my first fic, and it's honestly so exciting and surreal to finally post it somewhere. I know that it seems really angsty but I promise that I have some great stuff planned for the next part, so please stick around if you enjoyed! Any feedback, questions, comments, suggestions, etc. are always appreciated! <3

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Medical school wasn’t for everyone, and even though he was entering his second year, Jiseok still wasn’t sure if it was for him. Growing up with a strong interest in science and a desire to help others made human medicine an obvious choice to pursue, but that didn’t mean it was easy. Majoring in biochemistry felt hard enough during his undergraduate years, and now he had taken on a work load almost double that of what it used to be. However, Jiseok wasn’t a stranger to hard work. The desire to give up, to be free of the constant pressure of new information and assignments, still existed in his mind. But he was able to lock the feeling away within his heart, to compartmentalize, just as he had done in his first four years of college. 

Although this was an effective way to stay on top of school, the process of locking his feelings away caused him to neglect other aspects of his life. His beloved guitar that once received attention every day was now only held for thirty minute intervals once a week. The friends that he had made in college were rarely texted, and even less so visited by him. He tried to tell himself that this was okay, that it would all be worth it, that once he received his M.D. there would be time to pick back up the things that he loved. But there were still three more years of school, and then his residency could be three or more years, and then what if he needed to complete a fellowship too? How old would he be by the time he was done? Would he have spent his entire twenties in schooling? Was that something that he was okay with? 

Now isn’t the time to be thinking about this, Jiseok murmured to himself while brushing his teeth listlessly. It was 6:04 in the morning, just a little over thirty minutes after his first alarm had gone off. The autumn chill left him feeling particularly listless in the mornings, but his desire to succeed was stronger than his desire to stay comfortably stationed in bed. The man looking back at him in the mirror was clearly disheveled, dressed in a black Green Day shirt and oversized sweatpants. His frizzy, bleached hair was concerningly untamed, something which he blamed his friend for. Seungmin was a childhood friend of Jiseok, and was extremely hard to deny. When he called Jiseok over the summer asking if he could bleach his hair for cosmetology school, Jiseok didn’t hesitate to say yes and help him out. However, it would be a lie to say that Jiseok was prepared for the challenges and responsibilities that came with having bleached hair. He cringed as he brushed his hair, remembering how terrible it looked after the first attempt of bleaching it. Thankfully by the time the new semester had started Jiseok’s hair had become more manageable, and he no longer lived in fear of it. After changing into his ceil blue scrubs and eating a quick breakfast, he grabbed his coat and exited his apartment, beginning the short and dark walk to campus. 

Classes didn’t start until 8:00, but Jiseok still tried to arrive at campus at least an hour early every day so that he could get a head start on reviewing the upcoming content. Despite his internal struggles, Jiseok was highly regarded by his peers in medical school, and even considered by some to be one of the two “perfect” students at their university. Walking into the campus coffee shop, Jiseok inadvertently made eye contact with the second “perfect” student, a common, painful occurrence in his daily routine. Painful only because of his own actions - his own shortcomings. She sat in her usual spot - the counters by the window and held a mug of her usual drink - a spiced latte - beside her. I wonder how long she’s been here, he thought to himself, feeling slightly inadequate. After placing his order, Jiseok slowly made his way to a booth before pulling out a laptop from his bag and beginning his routine. From his seat he could barely see the back of her head from across the shop, which he watched rock from side to side over the span of the morning (or something adjacent). Although it had been over a year since they had first met, their interactions with each other were generally limited to the brief eye contact they shared each morning. As he mindlessly scrolled through his emails, he couldn’t help but reminisce about his first meeting with her, and how things might have been now if that night had gone differently.

When Jiseok first met her, he didn’t like her. Orientation Night for first years had begun only an hour ago and yet she was already being swarmed by other students, drawn to her like moths to a flame. Her smile was bright and friendly, and she spoke kindly with sincerity to everyone around her. Without even speaking to her, Jiseok had already overheard everything that he needed to know. She was a perfect student during her undergraduate, and had been a part of several research groups and student organizations. She was accepted into multiple prestigious medical schools, but for some reason chose to go here, probably because they offered her the greatest scholarship, Jiseok thought to himself. He chose to dislike her because he didn’t understand her. It was obvious to him that she was someone who had never had to try that hard to be exceptional. It was so obvious to him because it was so opposite to who he felt he was: someone who was constantly trying hard just to keep up with the average. At that moment he made the decision to distance himself from her, as he knew himself well enough to understand that they were in completely different circles. Hours passed, and after listening to several boring speeches and making small talk with some of the other incoming MS1s, Jiseok decided it was time to take his leave from the event. It’s not that he wasn’t excited to be starting this new chapter in his life, but his feelings of doubt and uncertainty had quickly outweighed the excitement, making him feel distant from those around him. He began to walk silently towards his apartment complex, internally criticizing his past interactions with his peers, wishing that he had said something different, or wishing that he had said nothing at all. In the midst of his thoughts, Jiseok heard the chatter of other students who were still nearby, but continued to make his way further away from campus until he heard a slightly louder exclamation. Surely they weren’t talking to him, so he kept with his pace until-

“Hey, wait a second!”

 After being certain that the voice was in fact being directed towards him, Jiseok stopped in his tracks and turned around, coming face to face with the person he had so quickly chosen to dislike.

“Oh, sorry…” He trailed off, making eye contact with the girl and then quickly breaking it, “I didn’t know you were talking to me.” He involuntarily swallowed, making a mental note of his dry mouth. He felt guilty knowing that the person he had been trying to avoid had gone out of their way to speak with him.

 “It’s okay, I’m sorry to have shouted at you like that. I just realized that I hadn’t gotten to meet you yet.” She said with a polite smile, before introducing herself to him. Jiseok obviously already knew her name, but proceeded to introduce himself, adding a brief “nice to meet you.” As he spoke, his gaze once again reached hers, and he immediately realized why the world around him seemed to be so enthralled by her. Although the sun had set hours ago, her eyes still twinkled, perhaps from the dimly lit streetlights, or perhaps from something faintly glowing within her. While looking at her, Jiseok felt as if time had stopped, or at least slowed down significantly. He felt his heart beating hard against his chest, and did his best to appear normal and unfazed by the sudden conversation.

 “It’s nice to meet you too, Jiseok” she said, with a slightly larger smile this time, “Tonight was pretty long, right? Are you headed home now?” She casually asked him.  Something about how she spoke to him made him feel that he too was in fact special, and worth spending time on the way that she was. It was almost intimate, he thought, the way that she maintained her eye contact with him, and the way that she was able to speak his name so easily. Was this a skill she had been born with? Or was it carefully crafted and improved from years of practice? Jiseok didn’t have the luxury to think about the possibilities, as he had to quickly formulate a response to her before too much time had passed. 

“Yeah, I guess. It must be hard being the center of the attention” he mindlessly retorted. The harsh words quickly escaped his mouth, like they needed to be freed from his body, as if Jiseok would somehow feel better with them outside of himself. His hand involuntarily reached to cover his mouth, almost like his body was shocked that he had said something so insensitive to someone he didn’t even know.

 “Oh,” she paused, briefly making an expression that was indecipherable to Jiseok, “Is that how it seemed to you?” She asked, reverting back to her polite expression. Why did I say that? Jiseok immediately felt guilty, and scrambled to try and repair the damage he felt he had caused, accidentally biting his lip in the process.

 “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that” he stammered, “I think I’m just really worn out from today…” He trailed off, with a pained expression, unable to look the girl in her eyes anymore. Why did he lash out like that? This wasn’t the type of person that Jiseok wanted to be, yet he was already making such a poor impression of himself before the school year had even started. He felt the stuffy heat of shame rise throughout his face, and felt the taste of blood pollute his mouth as he looked down at his shoes. Jiseok had always been one to feel things strongly, which he had always found to be a curse rather than a blessing, this situation being one to further his point.

 “Don’t worry about it!” She started, a little too quickly, “It’s totally fine. I’m feeling pretty worn out too” she chuckled softly, feigning unbotheredness. Jiseok easily saw through this though, as being one that feels things strongly meant that it was obvious to him when the people around him were not “totally fine.” Although she maintained her pleasant mask, he could see that the twinkle in her eyes now more closely resembled unshed tears.

 “Well, um, I guess I’ll let you go now. Goodnight Jiseok!” She spoke awkwardly, as she turned away quickly, trying to end their interaction as soon as she possibly could.

 “Goodnight…” He spoke past the lump in his throat, trying to keep his voice from trembling. She continued to walk away from him, leaving no evidence that she had heard his feeble good night, not that Jiseok felt like it would have changed anything. The desire to leave that he had experienced before interacting with her was nothing compared to what he felt now. He needed to get away - from everyone and everything. To be by himself would allow him to decompress and recalibrate, which would at least temporarily improve his mood. The pain in his throat became more apparent as he quickly started walking back to his apartment, and he still felt as if his heart was going to break out of his chest due to how hard it was beating. 

Why? Questions of “Why?” and “Why not?” plagued his head as he tried to forget about the situation he had just undoubtedly fumbled. The fifteen-minute walk felt more like an hour of torment, but finally Jiseok arrived back to his haven. He immediately undressed and laid face-down on his bed, letting out a loud and pained noise that was hopefully muffled by his comforter. Afterwards, Jiseok tried to normalize, running through the steps of his evening routine and eventually bringing himself into bed…

“Jiseok…? Hello…?” 

Jiseok nearly flew out of his booth at the sound of her voice suddenly addressing him. Standing before him was the girl that he had just spent the last half hour reminiscing about, looking somewhat confused at his startled response.

“Huh? I mean what? I’m sorry, I-” Jiseok began, surprised by how loud his voice sounded inside the relatively quiet cafe.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry to have interrupted you.” She said politely, before setting down a warm mug on his table. “The barista called your name several times, but I didn’t think that you heard them. I was on my way out anyway, so I thought I’d bring this to you.” She gently nudged the drink towards him, with a slight smile. 

“Ah, Thank you so much. I must have been really invested in my studies.” He spoke, chuckling shyly and internally cringing at the words leaving his mouth. He watched as her eyes moved slowly across his face, and then to his laptop screen, which clearly displayed his email inbox, and no other open tabs or applications. Jiseok’s face grew slightly pink, realizing that he had just been caught in a fib, yet he didn’t say anything to try and cover his tracks. He secretly hoped that she would call him out, that she would gently laugh, or even that she would try and change the subject out of pity. Anything just to prolong this interaction with her would be a positive for Jiseok. But instead, all she did was slightly raise her eyebrow - a habit of hers that Jiseok had noticed, but wasn’t quite sure of it’s meaning - before saying a quick goodbye and walking away. He watched her silhouette slowly disappear through the window of the shop, which was somewhat obscured due to morning sun, before retreating back into his internal world that he had been absorbed in.

To Jiseok’s surprise, the beginning of the first semester was incredibly mundane. Sure, the content and workload was insane, but the social aspect of medical school was much easier for him to navigate than he had expected. The events which occurred on the night of orientation had left him exceedingly nervous to interact with his peers, but for some reason unbeknownst to him, everyone seemed to like Jiseok. Sure, he was nice enough to everyone and did his best to act thoughtfully and be considerate of those around him, but it still didn’t seem to make any sense. In an even greater shock, Jiseok placed top of his class at the end of his first semester. And, this time not to his surprise, no one other than the most capable woman he knew placed second to him, leading to the two of them being admired and respected by their student body, and earning the nicknames of “perfect students”. He secretly hoped that this would bring two of them closer together, now that they had both achieved such a feat and had been recognized for it. He had desperately wanted to right his wrongs, to fix what he felt he had broken, or at least damaged to some extent. However, Jiseok felt too nervous to speak to her by himself, and she seemed to show no interest in approaching him either. The longer he went without talking to her, the harder he felt that it would be to change that, and opted instead to observe her from a distance with the rest of his other admiring classmates. 

Through his observations, Jiseok quickly noticed patterns in how she spoke with her peers - likely unbeknownst to them. Although she was kind and genuine, she was also extremely private, at least when Jiseok was within earshot. She seemed to keep personal opinions to herself, which was confusing as he doubted she had any hidden, controversial beliefs. He knew that she didn’t actually listen to the same music that her classmates liked, and he knew that she actually did get nervous when it came to presenting in front of the class. In addition to this, she was an incredible listener, and had the ability to make anyone feel interesting - as he had experienced first hand from her on the night of their first meeting. Unfortunately for Jiseok, the more he learned about her, the more he slowly began to fall into her trap. 

He knew she was beautiful the night that he met her - anyone could see that - and overtime he discovered that her beauty was so much more than skin deep, ast she was genuinely a good human being. The way she seemed untouchable, like a well-kept secret, was so upsettingly irresistible to Jiseok. He selfishly wanted to be special, to know and truly grasp who she was as a person and why she had become that way. Had he initially been wrong about her? Was there a chance that she was more like him than he had first thought? Probably not, but thoughts of her drifted across his tired mind, and became a small source of comfort for Jiseok as he faced the challenges of medical school.

Vrrrp! A small vibration from his phone interrupted Jiseok’s train of thought - it was 7:45. So much for studying this morning, he thought to himself, before packing up his laptop and briskly walking across the courtyard to class. Thankfully he made it to class on time, and his usual seat in the lecture hall had been saved for him by a few of his peers.

Another uneventful series of morning lectures had passed, and Jiseok slowly exited the lecture hall to make his way to one of the various lounge rooms to enjoy his lunch. Several friendly classmates asked if he had wanted to review together over their lunch breaks, but Jiseok has opted out today, as he craved some alone time before having to spend another five hours taking notes in the auditorium. Walking up to the first empty classroom’s door he could find, Jiseok placed his hand on the knob and began to twist it before -

“So I’ve been meaning to ask- how are you and your boyfriend? Are you planning on taking him to the Winter Formal?”

He heard the voice of who he assumed was one of her close friends, or at least he hoped that was the case if they felt comfortable asking her such a  personal question. It was no surprise to Jiseok, or likely anyone, that she had a boyfriend. However, that didn’t keep him from wincing slightly any time it was mentioned. Not only did he flub his first meeting with her, but she also had an insufferable boyfriend. Well, he could never admit to that, but the jealousy and disdain he felt towards this man that he’d never even met was enough proof of his true feelings. Her boyfriend didn’t attend the same program as Jiseok, but with minimal time and effort he was able to learn about him by word of their gossiping classmates. Sure, the guy was tall and handsome, and maybe nice too. But Jiseok was confident that this man would never really understand her the way that he himself could. He’d never understand how she thinks, how she carefully chooses her words and responses, and surely he’d never truly understand her motivations and dreams. But Jiseok could. And he would be more than eager to prove that if her heart didn’t already belong to another man. He would do anything to support her, to care for her, to please her in any way imaginable… 

Jiseok internally smacked himself before allowing himself another thought. The prolonged silence from the other room was making his heart and mind race - Why was she taking so long to respond? He so desperately wanted to peek through the thin window of the door, just to see what type of expression she was wearing. Say that you two are doing great. Say that you will take your stupid boyfriend with you to the Winter Formal, Jiseok thought to himself as he tried to resist the painful creep of jealousy that he’d worked so hard to contain.

“Oh…” He heard her voice waver, “We actually broke up last summer. Sorry, I didn’t really tell anyone.”

Jiseoks froze, no, the entire world around him froze. What? How is that even possible? How did I not notice? A flood of thoughts rushed through his mind before he snapped back to the present moment and tore his hand from the door knob. He felt his pulse heavy through his body, numbing out the continued commotion from the conversation he had been eavesdropping upon. Despite the shock he was feeling, Jiseok feigned normalcy before calmly walking down the hallway to an actually vacant classroom and seating himself for what he had originally intended to do: eat his lunch. This was going to be okay - he tried to reassure himself. He had done this before, he knew how to compartmentalize, how to stop feeling or thinking when things felt too big. Jiseok just had to make it through class, and then he would allow himself to think about his newly gathered knowledge. After silently recollecting himself, he hesitantly took a bite into his packed lunch and accidentally bit the inside of his lip in the process. The metallic taste of blood quickly overwhelmed his tastes, but Jiseok fought to ignore this, and instead swallowed down his heavy feelings alongside a few unshed tears.

The next five hours of class were a blur. Jiseok, who was usually a stellar student and active participant in class, felt nearly catatonic after the events of his break. Once he had finally been released, he quickly said his goodbyes to his peers before rushing out of the building and beginning the trek back home. All I have to do is make it home, he internally repeated to himself, praying that it would sooth his nerves until-

“Jiseok! Wait!”

 Fuck. Everything that he had been trying so hard to lock away was at risk of slipping through his fingers. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, Jiseok slowly turned around to face the one person he couldn’t bear to speak to. 

“Hey, sorry… one second.” She spoke as if she was slightly out of breath, likely from trying to keep up with him as he attempted his escape from campus. Pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face, she continued “I know the PBL presentation isn’t due for a couple weeks, but I still wanted to get your contact information.”

What? Jiseok was puzzled, and could only bring himself to barely meet her gaze and hope that she would elaborate. He had just presented his last PBL case last week. What was she talking about? Why would he be doing another one- Oh. Memories from the first week of classes uncovered themselves within his head. The small group PBL presentation would be due at the end of the semester, and be worth about 25% of his final grade in his Clinical Investigations course. It must have been addressed in class today, but had been far too preoccupied to pay any attention.

“Oh, yeah…” Jiseok said quietly, before shakily reaching into his pocket and grabbing his phone. “I, um, here. You can put in your number” He said, holding his phone out to her general direction, painfully aware of his awkward behavior. Thankfully, she seemed unfazed, and gently took his phone from his hands.

“Perfect, thank you. It seems like you’re in a bit of a hurry, so I’ll let you go.” She said, handing the phone back to him after sending a quick text to herself from his number. “Though, I would really appreciate it if we could try and find some time to get together and make a plan this week.”

“Yeah, of course.” He said before adding a quick “good bye” and “thank you” and heading off. 

You can do this Jiseok, he told himself while trying to appear relaxed as he walked away from her. As soon as he was certain that he had escaped her line of sight though, his composure dissipated and he quickened his pace. After practically running home to his apartment, he was filled with a slight sense of relief as he finally slammed the front door behind him, locking himself safely away from the rest of the world. Jiseok grasped his face between his hands, before taking a deep breath and sliding back against his door,grounding himself. Despite his attempts at deep breathing, Jiseok still felt anything but calm, and decided that the next step would be to try and wash away the burdensome feelings he held. He stood up shakily, discarding his bag on the couch, before slowly trudging to his small apartment bathroom. Although the water pressure wasn’t ideal, Jiseok was always able to get the temperature practically scalding, something that usually helped him unwind after long days. He shed his clothes, throwing them to who-knows-where, before stepping into the stall and submerging himself in the warm water. He exhaled audibly, finally feeling some peace after being on edge for the past few hours. While washing himself, Jiseok allowed his mind to wander and begin the long process of decompressing the events of today. Not only was she single now, but she would also be an integral piece in Jiseok’s academic success for the fall semester. Observing from afar would no longer be a plausible option - it was time that he addressed his true feelings about her.

I want her, he thought to himself, and immediately felt repulsed by how easy it had been to admit.  This feeling was something he thought he had tucked away - something he had locked up and buried, hoping that it would never find the surface again. Sure, Jiseok wasn’t a complete stranger to intimacy - he had been an active participant in a handful of casual relationships during his undergraduate years - but medical school had left him drained and with little time to spend on himself, let alone another person. The stress of school was enough to dampen his sex drive, and the only person he was remotely interested in had been in a committed relationship. However, that was no longer the case… and this revelation threatened to have Jiseok burst at the seams. The hot air and steam began to feel suffocating to him, and as an additional hit, he felt his dick twitch with need. Surely this was okay, wasn’t it? Not only would she never know, but it also would never affect her. Even better that she was single now, too.. There was no other person occupying her time, occupying her mind, her body…

Fuck, this is so wrong, he thought to himself, bringing his hand to forehead. He felt his face crinkle up in disgust as he became more and more aware of his growing arousal. However, the shame that ran through his core was now being outshined by his impending need for release. No, he could still pull himself back together, just turn off the shower and go to bed, pretend none of this had ever happened…

Fuck it, Jiseok leaned forward against his shower wall, holding himself with his left arm and letting the hot water pour over his back. He bit his lip to no avail, unable to hold back a moan as he finally grasped himself. He had crossed a line, and lost the  battle with himself - but the pleasure he felt was too agonizingly enjoyable to stop. He let out a soft sigh, his jaw going completely slack, as he began to move his hand, basking in the slight relief after how painfully hard he had become. Closing his eyes, she appeared so clearly in his mind, and before he knew it he was lost in the fantasies of her that he had so effortlessly created. Her tantalizing smile as she began to undress in front of him, the warmth of her body as she climbed on top of him, and the coolness of her fingertips as she traced the freckles across his body. It was too tame though, and before he knew it he was imagining her legs wrapped snugly around his neck, holding him in place as she pleasured herself against him. It was visceral to touch himself like this, to fuck his own hand wishing that it were her. Would he lay back and watch while she took the lead? Or would he be draped over her, hard at work in pursuit of her enjoyment?  Jiseok cringed at the obscene words and sounds falling from his mouth, but a small part of him was turned on by how pathetic he was acting. As he felt himself reaching his peak, he picked up his pace, relentlessly jacking himself off as he imagined how she would look taking him. All he could do was say her name, quietly at first, but soon becoming loud sobs as he hastily finished. 

For a brief moment, Jiseok felt blissful, coming down on the sweet waves of pleasure that he had so desperately craved. However, after finally opening his eyes, a sharp wave of sickness flooded through his being as he watched the evidence of his crime wash down the shower drain. I’m disgusting, he thought to himself, moving directly under the running water, hoping that it would somehow cleanse him of the actions he committed. Tears hotter than the water from the shower head ran down his face as he cried silently, staring down at his feet. After allowing himself a brief moment longer to ache, Jiseok reluctantly turned off his shower and dried himself off before changing into a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. Despite everything he had learned about the importance of nutrition in his metabolism course, he couldn’t bring himself to eat dinner, the shame leaving him slightly nauseated.

Everything would be the same as it had always been. Sure, he was going to be working one-on-one with her for the next few weeks, but after that it would be as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them. And, nothing had happened between the two of them - at least, not to her knowledge. Jiseok repeated these thoughts to himself like affirmations, hoping that they would somehow become true if he just continued to focus on them. After mindlessly clicking through Anki review decks and allowing his hair to air-dry, Jiseok finally crawled into bed. Tomorrow will be a good day, he tried to convince himself, ignoring the pangs of guilt and uncertainty that he felt in his chest. Everything would be the same, right?

[tagamantra]

Turning The Wheel

For SUNDANG RPG, I wanted to write a different kind of turn-based system. I stand on the shoulders of giants: PbtA’s Conversation-As-Procedure and “No Combat Minigame.” My goal was to make a battle system that had the free flowing, no-minigame feel of a PbtA/FitD game, but had a bit more structure to satisfy the action-heads.

One of the bigger inspirations for revolutionizing the turn-system is my obsession with The Raid: Redemption and The Raid 2, two seminal Silat films that have some of the best action sequences and choreographies in all of cinema. To me, it stands among Police Story 2 and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon as the current peak of cinematic action.

A few things to lay down to help center the thought-processes I had:

I am of a theater-academic background. My fascination and hyperfixation on RPGs stems wholly from the Role-Playing aspect. My friend group loves to extract stories and narratives from gameplay loops, but we want to Role-Play In A World first and foremost.

Therefore, I value the Role-Playing Experience above everything else. This is no doubt colored and informed by what RPGs I began with: Vampire: The Masquerade and Mage: the Ascension. RPGs are world-portals to me, ways to experience, interact, and interrogate realities.

I don’t consider Mechanics to be separate from the “Fiction”. I might even deem a game’s rules to be the “Infrafiction,” the Fiction underneath everything else that arises from a game. The Fiction that demands to be told. The specter that suffuses every rules interaction.

Tangent: This idea was first spurred on because of idle daydreams while playing and finishing my current run of Final Fantasy XII. For those that don’t know, Final Fantasy XII has the ADB or Active Dimension Battle System (which is funny because ADB is also the acronym for Asia Development Bank, one of the major enemies of National Industrialization in the Philippines). ADB is the evolution of the popular ATB battle system or the Active Time Battle System. It’s called ADB because you aren’t squared off into a different screen when you enter combat. Instead, you go into combat as you’re exploring the world. Combat and Dungeon segregation barriers are effectively destroyed. This is actually one of the reasons why I love FFXII so much, and so much of what FFXII worked is what I also love from its CRPG contemporaries such as Star Wars: The Knights of the Old Republic and Dragon Age: Origins. (It’s also very similar to the Combat System found in Xenoblade!)

So for SUNDANG, I had the following goals for combat and turn “order”:

Non-Minigame Combat, or Nondivided Combat Mechanics from the rest of the world/Conversation, taking inspiration from ADB.

No “Turns” just continuous “Action.”

Never-Not-Your-Turn vibe.

Skill-Based Combat.

Brutal, dangerous combat. Skull-cracking, bone-twisting, blood-drawing. Thrilling in the sense that a Horror movie is. A horror movie with wuxia protagonists.

The Action

Action Economy is when, on your turn, you have a number of “Actions” that you can do, and you cannot do anything beyond the number of actions (of course you can do anything which you can justify as an action). This will define not just how your character moves in combat, but how they think of themselves throughout their progression. The most common form of Action Economy is “Move + Action” as seen in most d20 games, especially D&D 5e.

One of the very first things that I’ve had to unattach myself from is the Action Economy. One thing I noticed while developing SUNDANG was that every aspect of the game mechanics felt like it had to justify itself within the Action Economy. This was problematic to me for 2 aspects:

It centered combat completely. Since Action Economy only really mattered in combat, every little trinket that I had to write suddenly had to have some sort of interaction that could be done when you pressed the “Interact” action during combat.

It required “mechanization.” One of the major ideas I had for SUNDANG was to provide a mechanical base that centered on the gamization of the “fluff” without the designer having had a hand in it. If something said “This is a mallet, useful for evening out dinks and repairing machineries” it should be able to be used for that without having to interact with a subsystem. Through this, we annihilate barriers between “fluff” and mechanics, creating a more “immersive” world-space that is more conducive to Role-Playing.

While nothing is wrong with something requiring mechanization, I want it to be as invisible as possible, hence why the mechanical base of SUNDANG is built for such an experience: at creating an immersive interactive world.

One of my problems with Action Economy is that combat becomes about Action Economy. This is a problem that you can see so deeply within some of my favorite games: Final Fantasy Tactics, Tactics Ogre, and Final Fantasy XII all have Speed Stats that are affected by Weight, etc. Since having more “turns” is infinitely valuable in a game about getting more chances to reduce an opponent’s HP to 0, Speed-generating strats dominated those games’ upper mechanical ceiling.

While I think that’s cool, it’s not what I wanted to do with SUNDANG. It makes strange mechanical repercussions, dominations of certain strategies and therefore a larger gap between what is used and what is not used. I don’t want to make a game where you have to “solve” it through buildcrafting. I wanted to make a game where you can express yourself in.

So, away with the Action Economy. What do you do on the turn now?

The Turn

“On your turn, you can do X and Y.” This is the basic assumption in most RPGs. In OSR and NSR games this is the common assumption as well. Move + Action is elegant, simple, and gets things moving along. It gets the system out of the way so people can keep focusing on the fiction.

More importantly, the Turn splits combat into every acting character within the current situation, context, or scene. Gives everyone a chance to act. Pins everything down into spacetime.

For SUNDANG, this was not the vibe I wanted to give off. It felt too spartan, in a way. I wanted people to be constantly moving, constantly turning. More importantly, as the RPG is a player-facing medium, I want there to be the vibe of “never-not-your-turn.” This is a problem I face with much of my past RPGs and with other combat-heavy RPGs.

You take your turn and then you sit back and wait for your next one. If you’re invested in the game, you watch as the situation and gamestate changes. If not, you wait until someone calls you out and then you ask what has happened and what has changed. In all honesty, my position is that this is not a bad game design quirk. In fact, if you design around it, it could be a good quirk. Being able to do something while it’s not your turn helps a lot with Attention Deficiencies, for example.

But this isn’t something I wanted to do with SUNDANG. I wanted it to be Never-Not-Your-Turn.

So I stole a bit from Fire Emblem. There, in Fire Emblem, a “Turn” isn’t a single character’s turn to move, but rather, an advancement of the combat time-space. You often have objectives where you have to “Rout Enemy In 40 Turns” or something along those lines.

So I revolutionized how I thought about Turns. What if Turns weren’t each individual being’s turn, but an entire group of people’s turns? Now this is phase-based or side-based initiative, common (and good! I actually love side-based initiative) in OSR games. It’s very wargame-y and, honestly, conducive to strategy. But that’s not what I wanted to do here.

So I turned the Wheel again. What if Turns were chunks of time in a combat? What if turns were just Rounds? Often, the existence of a combat minigame is so that people can “zoom-in” into the action, because this is a matter of life or death! You can get killed here! Hence why we zoom in, stop time, focus on the details because the details means the difference between kill or be killed.

So I focused on that aspect.

Turn The Wheel

In PbtA, one of the major schools of RPG Design that I profess to have arisen from, combat doesn’t have a “Turn System” or a “Combat System.” Instead, it flows naturally from the conversation. It is contiguous to the rest of the system, not requiring special attention. What you can do in normal roleplaying, you can do in combat! That’s what that meant. When you sequester combat away into a new set of rules, you implicitly change the game unless you explicitly design for it to be a microcosm of the game’s already existing rules. Due to this change, I believe the mindset then becomes that you have to play the game according to this new set of rules unless you’re particularly good at improv-ing or are some form of designer/GM yourself.

I wanted that. So SUNDANG’s “turn system” has no Action Economy, no Initiative, no Reaction (no Reactionaries!) When you want to do something, do it. But it will most likely require a roll, and it will change the state of the situation.Everything has an equal amount of appropriate consequences. This is already how PbtA “combat” goes, since it’s not separate from the Conversation, the combat is also a conversation. You do something, the world does something, you react to that, then the world reacts to that, and so on.

I therefore fused the “Turns as divisions of action space-time” and “Combat-as-Conversation.”

A lot of this clicked after listening to a Robert Kurvitz interview about how he wanted to do Skill-Based Combat Scenes. Which aligned with what I wanted to do. Check it out!

For arguments of space, such as movement rates, the normal movement rate is 5 tails (roughly, 25 feet) per second. One can then infer how much a character can move in a single Turn through that as well as the modifying, environmental factors (harsh terrain, labyrinths, and so on). This allows it to be played on a Grid with the Grid as a space-representer, with shifting distance-scales for each grid square. The more interesting consequence is that, when you move, what about the world that's actively trying against you? That will then necessitate a Check, making even movement volatile and situation-changing. 

Turn-Based Combat: Never-Not-Your-Turn

First off the bat, this conception of Turn-Based Combat arises also from Clocks and Skill Challenges. The difference is largely the Presentation, mentality, and structure.

Additionally, SUNDANG’s Skill System is integral to this conception of combat. SUNDANG is a 24-Skill System inspired by the likes of Artesia: Adventures in the Known World and Runequest, where the majority of the Skills are not even combat-focused Skills, which color a player’s expectations for how combat could go (why be chained to the 3-4 Combat Skills when you can potentially agitate your Creativity to try and use the rest of them?)

So in SUNDANG, Turn-Based Combat is as follows:

If you enter into a situation wherein life-or-death is in the details, set up a 4-, 6-, or 8-segmented circle, known as The Wheel. Segment it according to the time you have left.

Find something within the world to be the temporal anchor, the World-Time. It could be the moving train, the skyskiff (that you might or might not be on at that moment!) plummeting into city streets, the wheels of a horse-carriage heading into a crash, the juggernaut battering ram barreling through enemy trenches. You can use this to lengthen the timescale of a battle. A day-long duel between two masters might have the Sun as their World-Time.

Turn 1 begins when you point at one segment and say it does. During a Turn, all the relevant PCs must do something.When they do something, the world then does something back. As always, this is just the conversation. When a PC goes and swordstrikes a pirate captain, the pirate captain will probably swordstrike back (dealing damage if that’s the PC’s consequence or threatening damage if not). Keep the conversation going.

When all the PCs have done something, mark out that segment of the Wheel. Turn to the next one adjacent to it, and say “Turn 2.” This is called Turning The Wheel. When you Turn The Wheel, before the PCs do anything, describe how the temporal anchor moves forward in time, and ascertain the consequences of that happening:

The skyskiff breaks through the high-rises. (Now there are potential people watching, now there are potential casualties, and so on.)

The horse carriage bumps against a tree and barrels closer to the cliff. (The carriage might have chunks broken off, some combatants might be knocked off, and so on.)

The Sun begins to sink into the horizon. (Dark becomes to impair vision, a nocturnal sea predator might breach soon, and so on.)

The juggernaut battering ram flies over enemy heads and moves closer to the city walls (there might be some warriors firing projectiles at you now, and so on.)

Finally, when all the segments are filled, a Revolution happens. Something Big. Throw away that Wheel. The situation changes. It has to. That’s the only real thing in this world.

The skyskiff crashes into the city plaza.

The horse carriage flies off the cliff.

The Sun sinks completely into the sea, ushering darkness.

The battering ram slams into the city walls and breaks it open.

Often, this change in situation ends Violence. You have to deal with the consequences now. In SUNDANG, you get XP for surviving Violence, not winning it. But SUNDANG is also a wuxia-western-silat game of wandering justicemakers and hotshot swordsmen. If this happens, set up another Wheel and choose another world-time.

You somehow survive the crash, and now must fight in the city plaza amongst hundreds of watchers.

The horse carriage plummets into a jade jungle, and you must fight upon its descending carcass.

The Moon rises now, as the fight continues on.

The King’s Man-At-Arms now charge toward the juggernaut to swarm and destroy it, with you still inside it.

The Violence continues. Deal with the consequences of your actions. Look forward to another Revolution.

If this piqued your interest, SUNDANG is currently out on my Patreon and I'm running pseudo-playtests of it on the Patreon Discord!

[reverieparacosm]

May I request Yandere! Varré x GN! Tarnished general headcanons, thank you!

Yandere!Varré x GN!Tarnished general headcanons

Yandere!Varré (Elden Ring) x GN!Tarnished

Warnings: this text contains themes of emotional manipulation, jealousy, possessivenes, sadism, surveillance, stalking, and potential harm

Note: I am 100% sure that Varré is in a relationship with Mogh. Mogh should finally stop being creepy with his half-brother Miquella and get together with his true servant, Varré. (Edit: I played the dlc... I'm sorry Mogh. I take it back)

Varré is deeply devoted to you and would go to great lengths to ensure that you never feel lonely

He constantly seeks your company and showers you with affection and attention, making sure you are always surrounded by his presence

Due to his intense love for you, Varré believes that the best way to protect you and keep you close is by having you join the Mohgwyn Dynasty. He sees it as a way to solidify your bond and ensure your safety

"Our love of Lord Mohg will forever bind us together, in a dynasty of eternal love."

As a former war surgeon, Varré possesses extensive knowledge about medicine and healing

After battles, he takes great care in cleaning your wounds, applying the necessary treatments, and ensuring that you are not hurt or in pain. His skills and expertise make him incredibly efficient at nursing you back to health

Varré has strong reservations about the Roundtable and its potential dangers. He believes that it poses a threat to your safety and well-being, and as such, he becomes determined to convince you to leave it. He will employ various methods, ranging from persuasion to manipulation, in an effort to ensure your departure

"You have the sweetest screams."

Varré exhibits sadistic tendencies in his yandere nature

While he deeply cares for you, he also finds pleasure in exerting control and dominance over you, often through means of pain or psychological manipulation. This sadistic side of his personality can manifest during intimate moments or when he deems it necessary to discipline or protect you

He definitely has a Blood Kink

Varré watches you diligently to ensure your safety at all times. He keeps a close eye on your activities and surroundings, always vigilant for any potential threats or dangers that might come your way

 "Our love will bloom like a rose in full bloom, my sweet lambkin."

Varré has a deep fascination with roses and sees them as a symbol of his love for you

He frequently presents you with bouquets or single roses, carefully chosen and arranged

Varré is intensely possessive and becomes easily jealous when you interact with others

Whether it's a friendly conversation or a casual encounter, he perceives any attention you give to someone else as a threat to his connection with you

He loves to humiliate you

"You are but a pawn, to be used to serve my own selfish needs. You are nothing to me but a tool to further my own goals. So, shut up and do my bidding."

Varré is a master at manipulating your emotions to keep you deeply attached to him. He knows how to exploit your vulnerabilities and insecurities, using them to his advantage

He deeply values and treasures your body, and he desires for you to perceive yourself with the same admiration that he holds for you

His surroundings turn dull whenever he finds himself longing for your presence

You serve as a source of inspiration for him in a certain sense

He becomes excessively focused on you, desiring to uncover every aspect of your being as if he were delving beneath your surface and merging with you

He might even experience instability and express his affection for you through gestures such as sending love notes, creating artwork depicting you, and including the hearts of his rivals accompanied by a message suggesting they wished to give you their heart, which he facilitated

[tiredtogepi]

A Lady & Her Hounds

Chapter 1

The Hound x Fem!Reader (Jon Arryn's daughter; Sabrina)

This chapter contains: Fluff | Brat

Word count: 1146

*this is my first GOT fan fiction. There are many chapters with mostly fluff, some angst, and mature content ;) I hope that someone will read it and enjoy it*

Dogs have always fascinated you. The way they create bonds, love their humans, their loyalty, and friendliness. Being Jon Arryns daughter was not bad but, you felt left out most of the time since he married Lysa and their son was born. That's when the dogs came into your life. Some Lord from the north had offered puppies from his newest litter as a gift for your name day. Your father wasn't so happy about it, but he let you keep it so you could finally have some company. Initially, you had 3 dogs, but a few years later after contacting more breeders, you found yourself with a pack of 15 dogs.

You took your time to train them for protection during the conflict between the Mad King and Robert Baratheon. They obeyed you well, they looked out for you, but most of all they loved you, their loyalty was not questionable and they would give their life to save you. When the war was over your father was named hand of the king and you all moved to the Red Keep. You had begged your father to take at least some of your dogs but he wouldn't allow it. Luckily you were close enough to the working staff in The Eyrie to make sure they were well taken care of.

When you arrived at King’s Landing, King Robert made sure to have a feast in honor of the new hand and his family. He was a big man that had fought many battles and almost kept his intimidating factor intact, if it weren’t for the extra pounds he gained. What surprised you is that there were still knights protecting him.

During the feast the conversation around you was like some faded-out noise, but someone caught your attention. A tall man with a half-burned face and intense brown eyes. It was interesting to look at him, especially because of some slight facial expressions he made out of distaste for the conversations around, just like you.

"Ha! Lady Sabrina, I know about your interests in dogs but I didn't realize this one would interest you too!" Robert pointed at the man he was able to catch you staring at.

You blushed as that man at glanced at you.

"Pardon, your grace, I was lost in my thoughts." You gave a quick answer trying to avoid more embarrassment.

"No need for apologies. Sandor Clegane is a tough-looking man, our Hound!" The drunk king was getting more excited by the second. "Tell me Lady Sabrina, if we put your hounds and my hound in the arena against each other, which one would take the win?" He laughed and started choking on his own wine.

"I don't think any hound deserves to be put in that situation. I find it very distasteful, your grace." You stood up and bowed to the king while he laughed at your audacity.

"Are you leaving us already?" Robert inquired

"Yes, your grace. I am unwell, maybe I had too much wine." You were already slowly stepping away.

"Would you like to see the master?" your father asked, he always worried about your health, since your mother passed away from a terrible and silent disease, so any little symptom you had he would take it very seriously.

"No, thank you father, I will go get some books at the maester's library. If I need assistance I will call for it." You bowed lightly and as you turned your back the king spoke

"Clegane, accompany the lady to her chambers. She had a little much to drink and might need some help"

You rolled your eyes as you walked out and heard footsteps coming towards you. This is what you hated about this place. Too many people telling you what to do, keeping an eye on you, and always so many rules on what you can and can't do.

As you went to turn into the next hallway to the library Clegane stepped in front of you. You tried to go around him but he kept blocking your way.

"The king said to take you to your chambers." His tone was serious.

"Maybe you misheard it, but I need to get some books first." You tried to move away from him. He ignored you and kept blocking your way.

You tried to keep yourself composed since you had much anger and frustration stored inside you since coming to the king's landing. You took a big breath trying for the last time to be polite.

"Ser.."

"I'm no Ser."

"Seven hells! Let me go get my fucking books!" Maybe it was the alcohol that gave you the courage to raise your voice and push him out of the way, even though he didn't move an inch.

Apparently, that was amusing enough for him to let you go while he subtly smirked. You finally reached the maesters' library. The Hound stood by the entrance. You took a book, then another, then as you went to get the third book you had an idea.

"Ahem!" You cleared your throat to get his attention. He looked at you as you repeatedly looked down at the heavy books on your arms and up at him.

He scoffed and took your books.

''Wait, there's more!" You said it innocently as he turned around and you decided to find 2 of the heaviest books on forestry and wildlife and put it on top of the pile he was already carrying. He grunted.

"We can go now!" You said innocently, knowing you were being a brat. Honestly alcohol didn’t give you the best ideas.

As you found yourself by your chamber door, Clegane leaned down to hand you the books. You stepped away, opening the door to your room.

"Could you place them inside on that little table?" This time you weren't trying to be inconvenient, but there was no way you could carry all that weight.

Clegane tried to hide his annoyance. He thought you were just another spoiled highborn like Joffrey or Cersei. He placed the books on the table aggressively. You tried to walk around the table to accompany him to the door, but you tripped on one of your book piles on the floor and fell with your face on the big man's chest. He didn't move, you put your hands on his chest to get back on your feet.

"Pardon me...I think I've had too much to drink." You mumbled. He looked down to stare at you making sure you didn't get hurt on his armor. You blushed and looked away as he started to leave.

"Why do they call you The Hound?" You asked as he was almost by the door. He stopped and didn't turn around.

"Why do you care?" He grunted.

"What should I call you then?"

"Don't call me." He replied as he walked away.

[deathbxnny]

Hello! Thank you so much for you doing my request but can I ask again? If i can , can you do honkai star rail x reader and reader is from genshin impact and a vision holder ( cyro, hydro or geo ) and they are from sumeru and there are part of the academy and part of Vahumana and vahumana Its specialty is Aetiology, or the study of cause and reason for something, and encompasses history and social sciences. And the character's are Dan heng, blade, welt, gepard and sampo is it ok? And take a break, eat well and drink lots of water before starting other stuff because your health is more important ok? And thank you again!!!

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A/N: Hello! Thank you for the request and kind words! I neglect myself often for others on accident, so hearing kind reminders is very helpful! I hope, I can do your idea justice!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread!))

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》Dan Heng

Is quite confused sometimes by your studies, yet asks as many questions as he can. Mainly so he can understand what you love so much about the topic and why you're passionate to study that of all things.

Definitely has many talks about you regarding any theories or studies you make, always open to learn something new along the way. He finds your opinions and ideas very intriguing and wants to hear everything you have to say.

Will also add any new information to the Data bank with you, just so he can revisit them later and study them too for you.

Your Geo vision impresses him greatly, always watching in silent awe as you move and control the earth and rocks at your will. It also puts him at ease to know that you can defend yourself and therefore won't get hurt, if he isn't with you.

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》Blade

Absolutely doesn't understand the point to your studies, mainly since his view of the world is quite simple. The world is just evil and dark, there is not much more to it in his eyes. And finding a reason for all of that just seems like a hassle and waste of time. So it's hard to get him off of that mind-set at first.

But you try to anyways, having long talks about your theories and thoughts, until he finally begins to try and understand your views. He's s little grumpy and reluctant about it, but still does his best for you. As long as your happy, he'll try his best to get it.

Your cryo vision is something that immideatly catches his attention though, especially during battle. He likes how strong it is and how you're able to just freeze your enemies and defeat them easily with no effort. He's definitely very proud of you for that... though he'd still want to protect you himself.

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》Welt Yang

The most interested person in your studies for sure. Wants to know all about it and perhaps even cares for the subject himself. He likes helping you out with his own knowledge and notes down anything new you tell him.

He'd definitely have very long conversations with you about all your study topics and likes to add his own opinions on the subjects. He could listen to you speak for hours on end too, finding the way you look so excited and passionate about your theories super cute.

He'd our hydro vision fascinating and nearly calming in a way. Especially when you move so elegantly and smoothly during battle. He likes to stand back and watch you do your thing often, stepping in only when needed. But he's proud, when you can protect yourself just fine too.

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》Gepard Landau

Is definitely intrigued by everything about your studies and wants to know more about it. He would also get you all the research that you need, just so that he can help you get further with your theories.

He will try using the knowledge he's gained from you in his work as a Captain too. He thinks it may help him think of his next moves easier, if he tries assessing past mistakes first.

Gepard would also be willing to have long conversations about various topics in your field too, just so he can watch how passionate you get. He likes to learn about new view points and opinions through your talks as well.

He is very interested in your hydro vision, as it compliments his ice abilities very well. You two would be an unbeatable duo on the battlefield, even if he'd never put you in a position, where you'd ever need to fight.

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》Sampo

Doesn't really ask much about the topics of your studies, unless it benefits him in his little endeavours or in his, well, "work". He also wouldn't have much to say on the topic, as he never thought about it much before.

With that said, he'd still be willing to listen to you talk about it all day, mainly just to spend time with you. If the topic is interesting enough, he might be willing to learn some things here and there. You never know, where it might come in handy after all.

He tries to form an opinion on some topics for you, but they won't be very elaborate or deep. But it's the thought that counts!

Your Geo vision on the other hand is very interesting to him. You'll have to stop him from using your abilities for anything not so legal though.

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A/N: Thank you again for the request!<33

[sexysilverstrider]

SGAO | Despicable Dream

   What a wonderful dream.

   He looked at her. Angelic as she was. Her laugh welcomed a gasp that radiated with awe. His attention was stolen, fixated on the very presence that welcomed herself into his once gray life. Words were strung into melodies as she spoke, tickling his ears and grazing a smile that brushed red into his skin.

   She sounded so beautiful.

   Carefully, he leaned forward. Eyes blinked at the sight of her deep black irises. The square sunglasses she wore glinted under the brilliant sunlight. He wished, silently and earnestly, to see those pairs of eyes that entranced him.

   A smile widened to see the piece of accessory disappear.

   She then looked at him.

   Arceus, he gaped, she truly was beautiful.

   Her smile mirrored his. Words once again lulled through a pair of pretty lips. She said something, enthusiastically, filling the conversation that livened up the friendship they had.

   She always had stories. Fascinating ones. Magnificent even.

   And he had his.

   Albeit duller, a bit boring than hers, his heart fluttered endlessly to know she was interested to listen.

   She was interested.

   She was interested. No matter what he was talking about, she was interested.

   About his stories. About him.

   Body suddenly jolted at a touch of his palm. Quickly, he looked down, eyes blinked in stupor at her hand squeezing his own.

   His name was a melody that caressed her lips.

   He looked up, face now ablaze. Comfort eased his heart to see that she was embarrassed as well. A squeeze was felt, and he did all that he could not to utter a pathetic peep.

   His name escaped her again, pumping blood into his rampant heart.

   “I love you.”

   Her voice was clear. Clear as it could ever be.

   The bench squeaked every so slightly at his sudden movement. The peaceful silence lingered, but his heart now screamed in joy. Sunlight beamed above them, casting a spotlight that only heightened her beauty.

   She remained in her seat, patiently waiting for his response.

   What did she love about him?

   He wondered. Out loud with pupils dilated and cheeks burned to the tips of each ear.

   She answered so simply.

   She admired his passion for battling. He looked like he was having so much fun, she said. He looked like he wasn’t giving up on his team no matter how many times they were down. She was enchanted by his care for her during the festival. He cared for her that night, she continued. He made sure that she was enjoying the festival just as how he enjoyed it every year. She adored his love over the ogre. That was one of the moments where he came to life, she added. No matter what people said, he stayed true to himself to learn about the ogre’s truth.

   She loved everything about him.

   As he listened, frozen and baffled at the qualities he believed he never had, his vision started to blur.

   A single tear trickled down.

   A single thumb gently swiped it away.

   “I love you.” She said it again, clearer and sincere.  

   He wondered if he moved. He wondered if he could ever move. As tears trickled down shamefully on his beet red face, she said nothing else, merely caressing his cheeks that were warm and wet.

   “Will you be mine?” she asked.

   His gaze remained on her. On the beautiful blessing that had fallen into his arms.

   She only looked at him. Patient. Waiting for his answer.

   Ah, he wanted to laugh.

   Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth.

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   Yellow eyes snapped open.

   Cold sweat trickled down the sides of his face. Hair of black and violet remained in disarray. Thick bangs blocked his sight, frazzling his vision that was now blur and blinding.

   Silence hanged heavy in the air.

   One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three.

   Finally, Suguri sat up. His head felt heavy. His heart felt heavier.

   Why… He knew why.

   Her presence haunted him. Both his wake and slumber, she was a curse that damned his life. He wondered what he did wrong in his past life. He wondered if he had condemned Arceus in a way that It had to mock him until he had to draw his final breath. Was losing his parents not enough? Was losing everything—his confidence, his hope, his dreams—considered fair treatment that Arceus felt he needed to be punished even further?

   What did he do to deserve this?

   Tick… Time moved slowly. Tock… Ever so slowly.

   Ah… If life was fair, he would have the chance to turn back time. He would have the chance to not meet her. The chance to squish this horrible, horrible feeling away. If life was fair, he would have met a Pokémon that could grant him a wish. A wish to rid this painful feeling away. A wish to allow him to live the once peaceful life he took granted for.

   But life was never fair.

   “I love you.”

   Not to him. Never to him.

   Drip… drip… His vision blurred. Thoughts were a fog. Dreams and realities mixed so violently, drumming a headache that earned a flinch on the corner of his right eye.

   It had been months.

   Months since she appeared into his life. Months since she gave him hope. Months since she ripped everything away.

   Months. Days. Minutes. Seconds.

   And yet, she never left him.

   Fatigue took a toll on his body, swallowing his anger that constantly conquered his mind. A broken heart hammered violently, twisting his chest until air choked weakly through dry lips.

   He hated this.

   He hated feeling weak.

   Drip…drip…

   “Aoi…”

   Her name wasn’t meant to escape him. Her name wasn’t meant to be heard in this dark, empty room.

   And yet, “Aoi…”

   Eyes were closed. A sharp breath was taken.

   For all that mocked his tainted vision was the sight of her smile under the glorious starry night.

   Head dropped forward. Palms cupped a face that was both hollow and wet.

   What a horrible dream.  

END

[kaiathedenian]

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[sarahowritesostucky]

im craving some steve/bucky/reader!

will you ever add to Worth The Wait? pleeese??🌷or maybe write a mfm fic that's set in the mcu? I'm dying for a good stucky/reader endgame fix it, and you write the best m/f sex scenes! 😳

Hi! I will add to Worth the Wait, one day. I have a lot of rotating projects and I'll admit that one isn't at the top of the list.

And I was brainstorming some kind of Endgame fix-it fic idea with an ofc/reader x Stucky pairing, and here's what I came up with:

I wanted to write a fic with more canon elements of the MCU (as I realized that I write very few canon-set fics and almost exclusively AUs). I wanted to write an ofc/reader with a super unique backstory, and hoo-boy, did I ever! I took a lot of inspiration from the galaxy as depicted in the Guardians of the Galaxy movies. This fic will be posted as a one-shot fic, whenever I get around to writing it.

A Stucky x Reader fic, set in the MCU during and after the events of Endgame:

Reader is from another planet - yes, literally.

You're a refugee from a planet that didn't want you (The Sovereign--Aka "the gold people" from Guardians 2.)

Long story short, those people disdain sexual (aka uncontrolled) reproduction. Your Mother was banished for becoming naturally pregnant by an inferior genetic (a Xandarian)

You have mixed genes: slightly gold skin from your Sovereign genes, and blue eyes and brown hair from your Xandarian father. (And since the Sovereign control reproduction strictly, there are no other mixed race Sovereign people like you in existance)

You narrowly escape Thanos' destruction of Xandar, and wind up hitching a ride, post-blip, with Nebula and rocket on the Milano. They take you to Terra to meet their friends after completing one of their post-blip scouting missions.

There you meet Steve, a Terran, and the two of you become friends. He suggests that you consider staying, as you have no real homeworld. You accept.

Eventually, you develop romantic feelings for each other. You decide to be brave and you walk up to him one day, asking if he wants to mate.

"Uh ... do you mean date?" he stutters. Then when you repeat yourself, the two of you proceed to have a long conversation about male-female relationships in Terran culture.

There's a lot to learn about the differences between Terrans and your own kind. For instance: Terrans don't have genders! ("gender" means something completely different on Terra).

Steve has to learn all about what it means for him, as the boyfriend of an omega-gendered woman. (update: he's a fast learner😉)

Steve loves that you're omega. Your nesting and scenting and purring instincts always make him smile. He loves how submissive and touch-focused you are with him, that he can make you melt into a puddle just by gripping your neck.

And he loves your heats. He's fascinated by the way your body changes and the way you start behaving. You can tell it turns him on, to see you getting needy and aroused, and he is very good at helping you through your heat.

He doesn't have a knot, but aside from that part of anatomy, his genitals are a very pleasing size compared to the Xandarian males you've been with in the past. Plus: he has the serum, so he's able to keep pace with the demands of your heat!

When you were at the peak of your heat that first time, half-delirious and begging for a knot, Steve got creative and tried the only thing he could think of: his hand! (fun fact: it's bigger than a knot😉). You now joke that you're a "size queen" in every sense of the word

Your romance with Steve is going well, when Steve and the others figure out a way to potentially reverse the blip: time travel.

You're conflicted, because it's all very dangerous and you're scared of losing Steve and the family and home you've found on Terra. But you know they have to try.

It works. And after the final battle, after you've been scraped out of the wreckage and laid Tony Stark to rest, you finally get to meet the man you've heard so much about: Bucky Barnes.

You can see the change in Steve, with his best friend back. He's happier, lighter, his full self in a way he wasn't before.

Over the course of a few months, you become close friends with Bucky as well. You and Steve don't even have to have a discussion about where Bucky will be staying: It's with you.

The three of you decide to go to Wakanda for a time. You're excited because you hear that the African Terrans' culture is very different from the Terrans in New York.

In Wakanda, you grow even closer with Bucky, and you decide to bring up the idea of partnering with Bucky at dinner one night.

Bucky just about spits his mouthful of wine across the table.

Apparently, three-way relationships are not the norm in Terran culture. Bucky and Steve get very pink in the cheeks at first about it (something you've learned means they are aroused, embarrassed, or both).

Steve splutters and stumbles a lot, but once Bucky shrugs and suggests that the three of you spend a night in bed together, Steve gets very quiet and won't stop looking at Bucky for a long time. (You grin, because you think he looks at Bucky like he want to mate him😉)

Later, after the three of you spend your first (amazing) night together, Bucky privately explains to you that he and Steve have never been intimate before, and that back in "their time" two males weren't allowed to be together like that.

You're astounded by these things about Terran culture and history that you're constantly learning, but you have two very good teachers in your mates boyfriends Bucky and Steve.

Terrans can't bond, but they do hold ceremonies to commit to life partners. So, after a year of living in Wakanda together, you, Steve and Bucky decide to have a "wedding." You are mated married on the palace's grand terrace, under the Wakandan sunset.

That night, you consummate the marriage, and that's the first time that you take both Bucky and Steve inside of your body at the same time. (spoiler: it's amazing😉)

You've already told them about bonding. They don't have glands in their neck like you do, but they've agreed to honor your traditions as well, and they both bite you that night.

You thought it would be purely symbolic, since they're both Terran, but it turns out that Terrans do have pheromones to some degree, and so shockingly, you can feel a euphoric rush when it happens.

You experience that intense closeness and intimacy of a bond with them, and even though it's not the same for them, over time, both Bucky and Steve confide that they feel a change as well.

Maybe it's a bond, and maybe it isn't. Who knows? Who cares? It's love, of that much you're certain. And that's all you need to know.

Yeah, so. This'll get written somewhere down the line. Hope it wasn't too far out there for ya 😆

[theramblingsofadork]

Midnight Thought: Do you think that Dr. Starline’s obsession with video logs became a thing because he wanted to feel like he was being heard?

Like, he started doing them as a way to keep track of his progress, but as the years progressed and he remained alone and isolated— (whether purposeful or not, due to his high intellect and fascination with Eggman) — they sort of became his way to vent, and have a ‘conversation’ with someone? Despite the fact that, in essence, he was only talking to himself and a camera?

(IDW Spoilers beneath the cut.)

I first thought about this when Surge made her comment about him *apparently vlogging so extensively* that he even makes videos about what he makes for breakfast.

While it may just be the tenrec being facetious, we do see quite a few logs across the IDW comics from Starline. And while most appear to be the typical ‘talk about your plans’ shtick, there are a few moments he also has some introspective thoughts, or visibly melts down.

To me at least, it doesn’t seem to be out of the realm of possibility that if Surge isn’t making it up, Starline garnered this habit of making a lot of video logs simply due to not being able to express himself or talk to anyone. Either stemming from his childhood being shoddy—(I imagine someone with his intellect/fascination would have had a hard time making friends)—or because no one else could deal with or understand his ramblings, both good and bad.

This exchange during his and Eggman’s final battle seems to feed into the whole idea even more. Starline definitely would have rambled excitedly to his idol about his inventions, seeing as Eggman would actually be the first to understand whatever scientific jargon he was going on about, and be the most likely to respond positively.

Sadly for Starline, he would still be ignored in the one way that mattered most to him, thus feeding back into this whole unhealthy search for approval and his vlogging loop again. (Y’know, if he had made it out..)

It’s entirely possible I’m looking too much into this, and Starline just really loves the sound of his own voice. But the nuances of how they wrote him give off this whole vibe that there is a possibility of this. And if that is indeed the case, then it’s just really dang sad.

I know he’s a great, horrible™ villain whom we all love to hate, but.. gosh dang it, this platypus gives me so many feels. 😭

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi girlypop,my name is Sarah and can I request a romantic match up from the MCU?💛

I am 18 years old, female, learning to be a nurse. I have very dark brown,wavy hair,hazel eyes and a slightly tanned skin. I am 5'6ft tall (168cm).I'm bisexual, an ENFP and a Sagittarius. And maybe I have some undiagnosed ADHD.

I'd like to think I am a very positive person and also kind (my friends always tell me I'm more of a people pleaser and I do not say no a lot of times) and I try to help people whenever I can. I am a huge nerd and I'm proud of it. Music and videogames are my LIFE. I am not the life of the party,but your sunshine in your mundane weekdays.

Actually I am mixed kid, (hungarian and arab) and english is my third language.

Weird thing about me is I almost always can tell the music from like the first 2 or 3 notes.

Have a nice day/week💛💛

Hello!

Of course, you can have a matchup for the MCU!

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I hope you enjoy it!

:)

Romantic Matchup; Marvel

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Romantic;

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Marvel;

Pietro Maximoff -

You first meet during the battle against Ultron.

A moment that shifts both of your lives and paths forever.

You see Pietro running at super speeds, dodging bullets, and weaving through enemies.

But when he was running up to save a child, you noticed it.

You pushed him out of the way.

Without thinking, you rush in, using your quick reflexes to push him out of the way just in time.

The bullet grazes you instead.

But you saved his life.

Pietro stared at you, wide-eyed, his usual cocky smirk gone as he realizes you just saved his life.

“You crazy, reckless angel - why would you do that?!” He exclaims, helping you up.

But if you hadn't done something, he would've died.

And you were fine. Regenerative healing.

From that moment on, Pietro sticks by your side like glue.

He feels like he owes you, but more than that - he's fascinated by you.

Pietro is drawn to your warmth and positivity like a moth to a flame.

You bring light to the team, a contrast to all the chaos and darkness that often surrounds them.

You both become inseparable, always seeking each other out during downtime at the Avengers compound.

He loves that you’re a nerd - he's secretly just as invested in whatever you’re passionate about.

Music battles become a thing.

He’ll try to play random songs to see how fast you can recognize them (he’s both impressed and slightly terrified at how good you are).

You introduce him to gaming, and he loves it - especially fast-paced games like Sonic or Mario Kart (he always picks the fastest characters).

He has to be Sonic.

And in Mario Kart, he always has to be Bowser or Yoshi.

He really likes Yoshi.

If you ever come home from nursing shifts exhausted - because on top of being an Avenger, you work at the local hospital - he’s immediately there with snacks and a blanket, even if he teases you for overworking yourself.

Pietro quickly picks up on your people-pleaser tendencies.

He notices when you push yourself too hard and gently reminds you, "You know, it’s okay to say no sometimes, printessa.”

Pietro realizes he has feelings for you when he catches himself staring way too long while you’re laughing at one of his bad jokes.

You, on the other hand, take a little longer to recognize your own feelings.

You just love being around him - but then one day, you catch yourself wondering what it would be like to hold his hand, to be something more.

He gets so jealous when he sees you getting close to other guys, even if they’re just teammates.

He’ll zip over and casually insert himself into the conversation.

The team knows before either of you do.

Steve and Nat exchange knowing looks every time Pietro does something extra just to make you smile.

Tony definitely calls you both out on it: “Just kiss already, Speedy and Sunshine.”

Wanda loves you like a sister, so you already have her blessing.

The tension between you two grows - every touch lingers, every joke feels a little more flirtatious, and yet neither of you say a word about it.

It finally happens during a mission gone wrong.

You get caught in an explosion, and for a terrifying moment, Pietro thinks he’s lost you.

When he finds you, bruised but alive, something in him snaps.

He can’t keep this inside anymore.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” His voice is shaking as he cups your face. “I- I can’t lose you, printessa. I won’t.”

You look up at him, your heart pounding. “Pietro… You won't lose me. Ever.”

And then he kisses you.

And you kiss right back.

Dating Pietro is exhilarating.

He’s all about spontaneous adventures - one moment you’re relaxing, and the next, you’re in another country because he decided you needed a “real” pizza from Italy.

He’s surprisingly affectionate, always touching you in some way—grabbing your hand, pressing quick kisses to your temple, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

He calls you printessa (princess) and dragă (darling).

It never fails to make your heart race.

When you’re working late on your studies, he brings you coffee at super speed, kissing the top of your head before vanishing again.

He adores your kindness but is also fiercely protective of you - he doesn’t want people taking advantage of how selfless you are.

Lazy mornings where he wakes up before you (shocking, right?) just so he can admire how peaceful you look.

He’s constantly stealing bites of your food, even when you swat him away.

“Pietro, get your own fries!”

“But yours taste better, printessa!”

If you ever fall asleep studying or gaming, he picks you up and carries you to bed - no complaints, just pure love.

He gets restless when you’re gone too long.

The second you walk through the door, he zips over and kisses you like it’s been years.

“You were gone forever.”

“Pietro, it was literally five minutes. I was just in the bathroom.”

He’s learned to be patient when you get caught up helping others, but he’ll still whine dramatically: “Why do I have to share my printessa with the rest of the world?”

Protect you at all costs.

The moment someone even thinks about messing with you, he’s in front of you in an instant.

Surprise date nights - sometimes sweet and cozy, sometimes thrilling and wild.

You never know what he has planned.

He learns about nursing, even though medical stuff makes him squeamish, just so he can support you.

Shocking, but he doesn't like needles.

When you’re stressed, he literally whisks you away for a break - whether that means a picnic in a random field or a sunset view from the top of a skyscraper.

He’s fast, always moving, but with you, he learns to slow down and appreciate the little things.

Patch up his scrapes and bruises after missions - he secretly loves the attention. “Please, nurse, be gentle with me."

Help him embrace his emotions.

He jokes a lot, but deep down, he carries pain.

You make him feel safe enough to open up.

Teach him patience - whether it’s through gaming, baking, or just reminding him that not everything has to be rushed.

The way he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

How he’ll zip you into his arms, spinning you around just to hear you laugh.

That soft, soft way he says your name when he’s feeling vulnerable.

The tiny, barely-there kisses he presses to your knuckles, forehead, and cheeks.

How he runs across the world just to bring you back your favorite dessert.

And that moment, every time, when he whispers: “I love you."

[jay-ce01]

"Echoes of Magic: The Scarlet Witch and the Agent"

Wanda x Fem!reader

Warnings : slight mention of fights

Words : 894

In the heart of New Avalon, a city teeming with life, where skyscrapers towered above bustling streets, two powerful women stood at opposite ends of the moral spectrum. Wanda Maximoff, known as the Scarlet Witch, wielded magic that defied comprehension, while Y/n, an agent of the Supernatural Defense Agency (SDA), fought to protect the city from mystical threats.

Their first encounter was a clash of wills and powers, set against the backdrop of a moonlit rooftop. Wanda, her scarlet energy crackling around her, pursued a rogue sorcerer with determination in her eyes. Y/n, tasked with apprehending the elusive Scarlet Witch, stood her ground with steely resolve. The air between them was charged with tension as they faced off, each refusing to yield.

Their battle was a spectacle to behold, a symphony of magic and martial prowess that echoed through the night. Wanda's spells were as unpredictable as they were potent, weaving through the air with deadly precision. Y/n, however, proved to be a formidable adversary, her tactical mind and combat training allowing her to hold her own against the Scarlet Witch's onslaught.

As the dust settled and the dawn began to break, neither Wanda nor Y/n emerged as the clear victor. Instead, they found themselves locked in a stalemate, nursing wounds both physical and emotional. But amidst the wreckage of their clash, something had shifted. Beneath the veneer of animosity, there lingered a spark of curiosity, a fascination with the woman on the other side.

In the days that followed, their paths continued to intersect, each encounter more intense than the last. Wanda and Y/n clashed repeatedly, their battles escalating in both scale and ferocity. Yet, with each confrontation, they found themselves drawn to one another, their mutual respect and admiration growing with each passing day.

It wasn't long before their rivalry began to take on a new dimension, evolving into a complex dance of attraction and desire. Late nights turned into shared conversations, filled with laughter and banter, as they navigated the uncharted territory between them. Despite their differences, they found common ground in their shared sense of duty and their desire to protect the city they both called home.

But as their bond deepened, so too did the challenges they faced. New Avalon was a city of chaos and conflict, a melting pot of supernatural forces vying for control. And in the midst of it all, Wanda and Y/n found themselves embroiled in a web of intrigue and betrayal that threatened to tear them apart.

It was during one particularly perilous mission that the truth finally came to light. Trapped in a labyrinth of illusions and deceit, Wanda and Y/n fought for their lives against a common enemy. In the heat of battle, with danger closing in from all sides, they realized that their bond ran deeper than either of them had dared to admit.

With the city skyline ablaze in the distance, Wanda and Y/n found themselves drawn together in a moment of raw emotion. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them for far too long. In that moment, the barriers between them crumbled, and they surrendered to the undeniable pull of their hearts.

From that day forward, Wanda and Y/n embraced their newfound connection, navigating the complexities of their relationship in a world that still saw them as adversaries. But in each other's arms, they found solace and strength, bound by a love that defied the boundaries of their past. Together, they would face whatever challenges the future held, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything.

As their relationship blossomed, Wanda and Y/n faced new trials and tribulations, both as individuals and as a couple. They fought side by side against the myriad threats that plagued New Avalon, their bond growing stronger with each victory and each setback.

But it wasn't always easy. Their love was tested time and time again, by enemies both old and new, by doubts and insecurities that lingered in the shadows. Yet, through it all, Wanda and Y/n remained steadfast in their devotion to one another, drawing strength from the connection that bound them together.

They shared quiet moments of intimacy amidst the chaos of their lives, stealing kisses in the darkness of night or holding each other close as they watched the sunrise from their rooftop sanctuary. And in those stolen moments, they found solace and peace, a respite from the trials of their world.

But as their love grew deeper, so too did the dangers that threatened to tear them apart. Dark forces conspired against them, seeking to exploit their weaknesses and destroy everything they held dear. Wanda and Y/n faced betrayal from unexpected quarters, their trust shaken to its core.

Yet, even in their darkest hour, they refused to give up hope. Together, they stood against the tide of darkness, fighting with all their strength and determination to protect the love they had forged amidst the chaos of their lives.

In the end, it was their love that proved to be their greatest weapon, a beacon of light that guided them through the darkest of nights. And as they stood together, hand in hand, facing an uncertain future, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything that stood in their way.