#*gestures to him having difficulty with change *

[logosbot-tm]

*kicks down a door *

Patton has audhd, and I can prove it! So-

Just kidding. I'm not gonna do that.

Either way, Patton has audhd imo

[therainscene]

I didn't start shipping Byler because I picked up on a few moments of chemistry and decided they'd make a cute couple -- I started off by absolutely refusing to entertain said moments as reciprocally queer until I ran into the ridiculous homophobia on the ST subreddit and decided to review Mike's character arc out of sheer gay spite.

Let me clarify: Spite isn't what made me change my mind about Mike. Spite just made me read a few Byler analyses and rewatch the show with an open mind because I didn't want to be like those pricks who would insult and censor queer fans for... [checks notes]... thinking something gay might happen in a TV show with gay people in it. I truly wasn't expecting a queer interpretation to fit Mike's arc anywhere near as well as the default interpretation -- but by the time I'd finished my rewatch, I was reeling from how much better it fit.

Cause that's the thing: Mike's queerness is pretty obvious once you look for it. The difficulty is in giving yourself permission to look.

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A question Bylers are often asked is "why would the show spend four seasons building up Milevn just to tear it down at the last minute for some unrealistic woke ship? Mike literally said he loves El!" And yeah, Mike's grand love confession at the end of S4 certainly seems like a triumphant pay-off to all that build-up... but I have a few questions of my own.

Firstly: why establish in no uncertain terms that feeling loved is the key to unlocking El's fullest potential against Vecna--

--only to undermine the power of Mike's longed-for confession by having it only be good enough to delay Vecna instead of defeat him? Yes, it's the penultimate season -- so why did Milevn's pay-off happen here instead of S5 where it could properly shine?

Secondly: why couldn't Milevn fix their relationship by themselves? Even if you believe that El commissioned the painting (she didn't) and that the feelings Will describes are truly hers (they aren't), it was still Will who had to perform this romantic gesture on her behalf, and it broke his heart to do so. Why hand this important work off to a third party? Why weave queer tragedy into the build-up towards a heterosexual pay-off that's supposed to feel triumphantly romantic?

Speaking of which: why undermine the intimacy of this scene by having Will hover behind Mike's shoulder the whole time? Couldn't they have asked Noah to take a few steps to the left for the sake of a better shot? Couldn't they have waited until after Milevn's big romantic moment to remind us for the millionth fucking time how sad Will is about it?

In my opinion, this scene and its four seasons of build-up make much more sense if you read them as three entwined character arcs about the trials of growing up in a suffocatingly heteronormative era: the gay kid who doesn't think he's entitled to a happy ending; the abused girl who thinks shallow romance with the first boy who's nice to her will make her feel normal; and the confused hero who hasn't figured out the solution yet.

For all the insistence that this show has to stick to "realistic" depictions of 80s queerness... it's hardly a realistic depiction of 80s straightness for Mike to score an awesome magical girlfriend, either. That's just nerdy wish-fulfillment, and common only as a trope in fiction.

So it's not unreasonable to suppose that Mike's true role in the Subverting 80s Tropes Show might be to represent the actually very realistic 80s experience of getting swept up in compulsory heterosexuality.

Think about it: Will's vulnerability to the horrors functions as a metaphor for being visibly gay in a world that despises gay people--

--whereas Mike's girlfriend quite literally has the power to protect him from monsters and homophobic bullies alike.

This doesn't mean Mike is callously using El, though. He learned the hard way in S1 that treating an innocent girl like a means to an end would only end up destroying her, and the guilt and fear of hurting her again has been weighing heavy on him ever since.

Comphet isn't about taking advantage of other people's feelings so you can pretend to be straight -- it's about deluding yourself into believing you're straight because queerness isn't an option you're allowed to consider.

Mike genuinely does love El and he genuinely does want to be an important part of her life -- so surely that means he wants to be her boyfriend, right? Twelve is perhaps a little young to know that yet... but surely there's gotta be something here that sets his feelings apart from how a friend or brother would feel?

Surely the reason he later finds himself struggling to say to her face that he loves her is because he's just an immature loser who needs to try harder to grow up and be the man this girl he adores deserves to have...?

...and certainly not because the guilt and fear of losing her just keeps piling up as the romantic instincts he thinks he's been waiting to grow into turn out to be developing at exactly the pace they're supposed to -- in the wrong direction.

That would be ridiculous. Will's his best friend. Yes, he loves him and can't bear to be without him, but that doesn't mean anything. Why can't a guy display a little unhinged devotion to his special friend without it having to mean something romantic?

Why can't he, indeed.

At his core, Mike is someone who desperately wants to be as special as the straight heroes in the nerdy media he loves. But there isn't anything inherently heroic about being some lame middle-class white nerd who's bad with girls, so he believes that the best he can do is to be a dutiful sidekick who would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat for people he perceives as more special than himself.

For all the "build-up" Mike's romance with El has enjoyed across four seasons, it's done absolutely nothing to help him grow as a character and overcome this self-worth problem.

So is it really any surprise that even after realizing El would be fine and still want to be friends with him if he told her the truth, and even after realizing just how good Will is at understanding his insecurities and reassuring him of his inherent worth--

--Mike would still sacrifice his chance at happiness for the sake of the greater good?

El was literally dying in his arms. How could queer desire possibly be as important as this girl who needed him to be a man and do his damn job so she could do hers?

I'm interpreting Mike as gay here, but I think it's important to note that this principle applies even if he's bi or straight -- Mike can be attracted to girls and still be forcing himself to stay in a relationship with a girl he's not a good romantic match for because that's just what he thinks he's supposed to do.

His sister had a similar problem: Nancy was legitimately attracted to Steve, but her infatuation with him was more about doing what cool teen girls are supposed do than about authentic connection. And because this is a horror story as much a coming-of-age story, Wheeler's conformity had horrendous consequences -- her critical-of-comphet bestie was killed by the horrors.

Which sounds familiar, doesn't it?

(Sure, Max technically didn't die -- but she still died enough for Vecna's plan to come to fruition. Which just brings us back to my first question: why couldn't the Power of Heterosexual Love prevent this? In the same season that said "forced conforming is what's killing the kids", no less?)

Will describes Vecna as an inevitability that won't stop until he's taken everyone -- which in my opinion is the same defeatist attitude demanded by comphet.

It's not that Mr. Refuses-To-Participate-In-Society's-Silly-Play symbolizes comphet itself, per se; rather, he represents the despair of feeling like you can't truly escape it. But either way, this means that the solution to defeating Vecna is the same solution to defeating comphet:

Giving yourself permission to look and see that your true self is far more valuable than whatever you think you're supposed to be.

[reasonsforhope]

"Pictured: Lee Jae-myung, the presidential candidate for South Korea's Democratic Party, gestures while standing next to his wife Kim Hye-kyung, as he greets his supporters in front of the National Assembly in Seoul, South Korea, June 4, 2025.

Summary

Election called after president ousted over martial law

Lee leading with more than 49% after 99% of votes tallied

Main conservative rival Kim Moon-soo conceded defeat

New leader faces challenge of healing polarised society, shielding economy from U.S. tariffs

Nearly 80% of 44.39 million eligible voters cast ballots

South Korea's liberal party candidate, Lee Jae-myung, was elected president in Tuesday's [June 3, 2025] snap election, six months to the day after he evaded military cordons to vote against a shock martial law decree imposed by his ousted predecessor.

Lee's victory stands to usher in a political sea change in Asia's fourth-largest economy, after the backlash against the martial law brought down Yoon Suk Yeol, the conservative outsider who narrowly beat Lee in the 2022 election.

Nearly 80% of South Korea's 44.39 million eligible voters cast their ballots, the highest turnout for a presidential election in the country since 1997, with Lee terming the polls "judgment day" against Yoon's martial law and the People Power Party's failure to distance itself from that decision.

With more than 99% of the votes counted, the Democratic Party's Lee stood at 49.3% to PPP candidate Kim Moon-soo's 41.3%, according to National Election Commission data.

A subdued Kim conceded the race and congratulated Lee in brief remarks to reporters.

Lee had long been favoured to win, and his supporters erupted in cheers as exit polls by the country's major broadcasters showed him defeating Kim by wide margins.

In a brief speech to supporters gathered outside parliament after the polls closed, Lee said he would fulfil the duties of the office and bring unity to the country.

"We can overcome this temporary difficulty with the combined strength of our people, who have great capabilities," he said.

He also vowed to revive the economy and seek peace with nuclear-armed North Korea through dialogue and strength.

The martial law decree and the six months of ensuing turmoil, which saw three different acting presidents and multiple criminal insurrection trials for Yoon and several top officials, marked a stunning political self-destruction for the former leader and effectively handed the presidency to his main rival.

Yoon was impeached by the Lee-led parliament, then removed from office by the Constitutional Court in April, less than three years into his five-year term, triggering the snap election that now stands to remake the country's political leadership and foreign policies of a key U.S. ally.

Lee has accused the PPP of having condoned the martial law attempt by not fighting harder to thwart it and even trying to save Yoon's presidency...

Need for Change

Park Chan-dae, acting leader of Lee's Democratic Party, told KBS that the projections suggest voters rejected the martial law attempt and are hoping for an improvement in their livelihoods.

"I think people made a fiery judgment against the insurrection regime," he said.

The winner must tackle challenges including a society deeply scarred by divisions made more obvious since the attempt at military rule, and an export-heavy economy reeling from unpredictable protectionist moves by the United States, a major trading partner and a security ally.

Both Lee and Kim pledged change for the country, saying a political system and economic model set up during its rise as a budding democracy and industrial power are no longer fit for purpose.

Their proposals for investment in innovation and technology often overlapped, but Lee advocated more equity and help for mid- to low-income families while Kim campaigned on giving businesses more freedom from regulations and labour strife.

Lee is expected to be more conciliatory toward China and North Korea, but has pledged to continue the Yoon-era engagement with Japan."

-via Reuters, June 3, 2025

[back2bluesidex]

Noona - Geum Seongje (WHC 2)

summary: Having a crush on a delinquent highschooler is definitely not a good idea.

pairing: geum seongje x fem older!reader

genre: fluff? ig.

word count: 1k

A/N: Writing something that's not about bangtan is always tough. but ngl, weak hero class has changed the trajectory of my life. While I am a sieun & suho girlie, I find seongje interesting. hence, this fic. enjoy, ig.

btw, I also have written a tiny sieun x suho that you can find here. if you wanna read I mean.

You should run, or at least scream. But oddly enough, your feet stay planted in their own places - as if they have their own minds - stubborn enough to listen to whatever solution your brain is supplying currently. 

The scene unfolds right before your face. A highschooler is slammed on the nearest wall with a loud enough thud to jolt your core, another gets a blow on his face - neck almost breaking, the next one is tackled so fiercely that his face smashes into the ground, he starts bleeding instantly. 

There are some other movements but you are so taken aback by the bloody mess just a few steps away from your shoes, that you don’t see anything else happening. 

Your eyes are planted on the pool of blood just when you see a figure walking over to you from your peripheral vision, skipping over the bloody mess, to approach you. 

And then you see him. With some difficulty, you pull your eyes from the ground to look at the face of the center of whatever massacre that took place a few seconds ago. 

It’s another high schooler. 

Uniform tucked under a vigorously orange windbreaker. By the looks, anyone would call him a nerd but you, although unaware of the boy’s identity, know better. 

His glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose. Fire dances in his eyes as he takes a good look at you. 

Even in the dim light of the shady alleyway - the boy looks handsome. 

It’s only when he comes closer, you spot a mole under his left eye and his handsomeness increases by ten fold. 

Only if he wasn’t almost five years younger than you…

Only if he just didn’t beat up at least eight guys right before you…

“Did you see anything, noona?” the guy asks, stepping dangerously close to you. You step back. 

He says those words with a casualness as if he knows you for years. 

You don’t reply. He grins. And fuck! Why does he have to be so hot? 

“Don’t make me sad. Come on, I need a reply.” he presses. 

“What will you do if I say yes?” your voice comes out confident, the exact opposite of what you are feeling inside. 

The guy only smiles. 

“Then I will make sure that you don’t misunderstand anything. These guys were bullying my friend so I just taught them a lesson. Is that believable?” He gestures towards the beaten up boys who now have started fleeing one by one. 

“No. Not at all.” you reply. 

The guy breaks into a loud laugh. 

“You are intelligent. And that’s why I will expect you to forget whatever happened here, yeah? Oh and by the way, I’m Geum Seongje. We will meet again.” and with that he walks away. His figure slowly disappears in the dark mouth of the alley and you find yourself tracing the fading shape of his silhouette. 

You need sleep. 

You really need to sleep and forget. 

The second time you meet Seongje is when you turn the corner of the same alleyway and take the road that leads straight to your apartment complex’s entrance. 

You don’t see him at first, so he takes it upon himself to gain your attention. 

“Noona, how are you doing?” He starts walking beside you and you jump out of your skin in terror. 

“The fuck!” you scream, “you scared me!” 

He laughs, full and bright, minus the mirth, “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.” 

“What are you doing here?” your eyebrows bunch together in a frown. You thought he left you with a warning that night? Then what is he doing here right now? 

“Just checking up on you.” 

“You mean checking up on whether I reported anything to the police?” 

“That too” 

You stop, half because you are annoyed with the boy’s unannounced appearance, half because you have reached your destination. 

You are about to come up with a verbal blow when something catches your eyes. The corner of Seongje’s mouth is cracked. 

He follows your line of sight and smirks, “it’s nothing” 

“Come in with me. Don’t go around being bruised like this.” Your proposal takes both of you and him off guard. 

You don’t know what made you prompt such an offer to a stranger. He is probably wondering the same. 

But none of you make any more arguments as he follows you closely behind. 

You can tell Geum Seongje gets into fights quite often by the way his hands work in automation while applying first aid. 

You place a glass of water on your coffee table as he puts a bandaid on his knuckle. 

“What’s the point of it if you are going to get hurt?” you question absent-mindedly. 

“Not all of us get to live a comfortable life. We are forced to the battlefield even before we learn to stand and by the time we understand what’s happening, fighting becomes a habit.” a look of hurt, solemness flashes on his eyes. But those are gone as soon as they come. 

You ponder upon his words. Whatever he said is pretty deep and not every highschooler would think in such a way. 

“Have you eaten?” you divert the conversation. 

Seongje’s eyes widen. 

“What is it with you, noona? First treatment and now food? Do you like me or something?” his smug smile is back on his face, gums flashing - your heart does a quick skip. 

“Yah! What- what are you-” 

“Oh you are blushing!” he laughs. Your face feels way too hot for your own liking. Before you can deny his accusations, he stands up, “sorry, but I have to go now. Got some unfinished business. But if you don’t mind…” he fishes his phone out of his pocket and extends it towards you. 

You contemplate for a second before taking the device from him and punching your number and your name in it. 

“Noona, your name is as pretty as your face. You are totally my type.” he smiles again. The funny feeling in your stomach only deepens. 

“Get out of my house!” you fake annoyance. 

Seongje casually strolls towards your door. He throws a casual, “I’ll see you again” over his shoulder before the door closes behind him. 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

You have a crush on a highschooler?? That too a delinquent?? What’s wrong with you!!!???

[mind-intheclouds342]

A new ladder - Reader x Curly

Previous - Part 5 - Next

"This looks like a funeral home!"

You said, clapping, alarming Curly who had barely woken up about ten minutes ago. 

You started to open the curtains to let some light in and turned on the television, looking for a channel that plays music instead of news. 

You smiled when you found one with music you like and were ready to go prepare breakfast, but you almost fell from the shock when you saw Curly. 

"Hey-!... You got up on your own..." you mentioned, holding your chest. 

Curly: "Ah... Yes, I made coffee but... I couldn't serve it, it's still in the coffee maker... Do you do that every day?"

"...You have a very, very deep sleep, in case you didn't know..." 

You kept staring at him, not taking your eyes off him as you slowly walked to grab the coffee pot to pour the coffee into two cups. 

Curly: "What do you want to do today?"

You raised an eyebrow as you thought of a response. 

"There's an amusement park in the city, how does that sound?"

Curly: "Sounds good" he nodded. 

You gave him a smile and pushed him a little, making him lose his balance and have to hold onto the table to avoid falling. 

"Impossible, you're going to fall apart if we go there. We need to practice your walking and how to use your new limbs."

Curly: "What do you recommend then?" he asked, finally standing up with some difficulty. 

"Let's go for a jog!" She patted his back, ready to prepare something to add to breakfast. 

After eating, they both changed into clothes, some for training. 

Curly noticed how loose his clothes had become due to the loss of muscle. 

"Later I can adjust it if you like, is it very uncomfortable for you?" 

You approached him to check it. 

Curly: "I'm worried that my pants will fall down."

"Look how easy that is to fix" 

You went to get thread and a needle to make a hem on the waistband of the pants and you put a few stitches in the hem to make it snug. 

"Done, I'll adjust it properly another day, now let's go, let's go"

First, you took a drive to a less busy area; you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable with the attention of people passing by on the road. 

"It's great that you can stand up and walk, do you think it's okay to try climbing up to that sign?" 

Curly: "Or course. I can do it" 

"Oh, someone is enthusiastic?" 

You laughed and got ready next to him to start jogging, he lagged behind for a few seconds but then took a few steps. 

You quickly returned when you heard he had fallen to help him get back on his feet. 

You repeated that action several times, but you got worried when he fell and his face hit the ground directly. 

"Hey, maybe jogging was too ambitious, we can walk through the forest here." 

He stood up with your help, head down, annoyed for not being able to do something he used to do every day a while ago. 

"You didn't hurt yourself, did you? "Let me see" 

You slowly removed the mask he was wearing to check it, and they were startled by the scream of a child, just as a mother with her child was passing by. 

Curly immediately turned to the other side so the child wouldn't have to see it while the woman gestured apologetically, carrying her son and quickly leaving the place. 

"They're gone now" you said, patting his shoulder. 

Curly: "I know... That i must look really bad... "

"Hey, don't think too much about it, come on, let's take a walk to clear your mind, okay?"

You took the sleeve of his jacket to pull him with you, delving into the forest and walking along the already marked path. 

He stood there watching as you held onto his clothes, and saw the prosthesis, how crude it was in shape, being made only to be functional and not aesthetic. 

I would like to hold her hand... 

He thought while still focused on your hand, and you turned to look at him when his prosthetic touched your forearm, strangely it felt like a caress. 

When he realized what he had done, he got nervous. 

Curly: "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to scare you." 

"No, no, no problem, I should have let you go. You must have felt really bad being pulled."

You said, smiling as you let go of his clothes, but that made him even more depressed. 

You continued walking until you felt a tug on your jacket, looking at the man in confusion. 

Curly: "...I have better balance if I hold onto you"

"Mm? Do you think you can keep up with me?"

You smiled with a hint of mischief as you walked slowly at first, and with each step, you increased your speed, making Curly follow you at the same pace, without letting go of your jacket. 

And within a few minutes, both were jogging in sync, your legs even moving in perfect harmony. 

You ran the entire forest trail until you returned to the starting point, both laughing, very excited about Curly's rapid progress. 

They took a break to drink some water and rest a bit, sitting on the hood of the car. 

Curly: "I missed this..." 

"Did you use to exercise a lot?"

Curly: "Yes, it was one of my hobbies, exercising, lifting weights, jogging, I had my own routine, it was nice."

"You were athletic too, mm, you sounded like the perfect man," you stretched before getting up.

He remained thinking about your words, sighing as he remembered that he would never be that man again.

Curly: "Yeah... someone cool, right?"

"Not for me. Routines aren't bad, but ugh they make me sick, perfect people, they seem like robots programmed to do the same thing until they die. Everything they do seems so good, they eat healthy, exercise, work, study, but it just ends up being a cycle because... they don't aspire to anything else, you know?" 

You shrugged as you opened the door of your car. 

"Because... what's the point of reaching the top if you're not going to keep climbing something higher?"

He felt that for a moment, his entire world had stopped; he could only hear the beating of his heart, and everything else was just silence. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but only a sigh escaped, lost in your silhouette before him, who only hoped you would get in the car so you could go home together. 

When you honked the horn, you brought him out of his trance. 

"Are you going to get in or are you going to run to home?" you asked, smiling. 

I knew well that you were capable of leaving it there, so he quickly climbed up next to your seat.

[n1daehodefender]

Kang dae-ho angst headcanons

pairing: Kang dae-ho

A/N: This is not a x reader bc i have never written full angst BUT i have a couple angst Drafts of dae ho x reader, if you want me to publish them lmk idk if their Any good tho:( anyway requests are always open!!!!

Warnings: The following headcanons contain themes of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), childhood abuse, violence, and psychological distress. Also this is how i see the character, out visions might be different! Some of these might be canon

His father’s disdain for his interests and the forced enlistment in the marines haunt Dae-ho, leading him to constantly question his own worth and choices.

Conditioned by past abuse to believe he is always at fault, he apologizes excessively, even when he has done nothing wrong, reflecting his low self-esteem.

Dae-ho frequently experiences vivid nightmares of the shooting incident during his marine service, often waking up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, as the memories replay in his mind.

Even in seemingly safe environments, Dae-ho remains constantly on edge, his eyes darting around, muscles tense, always anticipating potential threats due to his PTSD.

Certain sounds, like gunfire or loud bangs, trigger intense flashbacks to the traumatic events he witnessed, causing him to freeze or react defensively, reliving the moments as if they were happening again.

He avoids discussing his time in the marines, deflecting conversations or changing topics to prevent resurfacing painful memories that he struggles to suppress.

Dae-ho grapples with overwhelming guilt, questioning why he survived the shooting incident when many of his comrades did not, leading to feelings of unworthiness and self-blame.

To cope with his trauma, he often shuts down emotionally, finding it difficult to connect with others or express his feelings, creating a barrier between him and those who care about him.

Sudden movements or unexpected touches cause him to flinch or react defensively, a reflex ingrained from his time in combat and his abusive childhood.

Fearful of the nightmares that plague his sleep, Dae-ho often stays awake for days, leading to chronic exhaustion and difficulty concentrating during waking hours.

Believing he is a burden due to his trauma, he distances himself from friends and family, preferring solitude over the risk of causing them distress or facing their pity.

In high-stress situations, Dae-ho experiences debilitating panic attacks, characterized by shortness of breath, chest pain, and a sense of impending doom, leaving him feeling powerless.

Trust Issues: Betrayals and loss have made it difficult for him to trust others, always questioning their motives and fearing abandonment or further hurt.

Physical closeness triggers memories of past abuse, causing him to shy away from affectionate gestures, even when he craves connection and comfort.

To mask his insecurities and trauma, Dae-ho often overcompensates by displaying excessive confidence or bravado, hiding his vulnerabilities behind a facade.

In an attempt to numb his pain and silence his thoughts, he occasionally turns to alcohol or medication, leading to moments of dependency and further self-loathing.

During periods of extreme stress or sleep deprivation, Dae-ho experiences hallucinations of his deceased comrades, blurring the lines between reality and memory.

Due to his father’s authoritarian nature and strict military superiors, Dae-ho harbors an ingrained fear of authority, leading to anxiety in hierarchical settings.

Confined spaces remind him of traumatic situations, triggering intense claustrophobia and panic, making it difficult for him to use elevators or small rooms.

Fearing loss, Dae-ho becomes overly protective of those he cares about, sometimes to the point of being overbearing, driven by the need to prevent further trauma.

Stress-induced dissociation leads to gaps in his memory, causing him to forget important conversations or events, adding to his frustration and sense of helplessness.

In an attempt to regain control over his life, Dae-ho becomes obsessively perfectionistic, setting unattainable standards for himself and berating himself when he falls short.

Past experiences have instilled a deep-seated fear of failure, causing him to avoid new opportunities or challenges, believing he is destined to fail.

Bottled-up emotions occasionally erupt uncontrollably, leading to angry or tearful outbursts over seemingly minor issues, surprising those around him.

During moments of severe stress, Dae-ho feels disconnected from his surroundings, as if observing his life from outside his body, a dissociative coping mechanism.

Deep down, Dae-ho believes he is unlovable due to his trauma, leading him to sabotage relationships to avoid the pain of potential rejection.

Accustomed to suppressing his feelings, he struggles to articulate his emotions, often resorting to silence or dismissive remarks.

Despite self-isolating, Dae-ho yearns for companionship, battling the paradox of craving connection while fearing the vulnerability it requires.

[claramelooo]

CRIMSON REVERIE

Hey!! What's up?

So, I think this chapter will break the expectations of some of you... But that's what I'm here, right? To surpriseeee you!

Taste it <3

Pairing: Dark!Witch Wanda x Fem Reader

MINORS DO NOT MUST INTERACT

Summary: For the first time, the witch feels helpless around you and you notice it.

Read here: Prologue | Envy

MULTIVERSAL ANCHOR

The sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. Wanda slowly woke, her eyes opening with some difficulty. Her mind was still foggy from the night before—the memories of the battle, the victory, the moment when she claimed that place for herself.

And then, she felt it.

You were by her side.

Her arm rested lazily on her protruding belly, her fingers intertwined with yours, as if the gesture were natural. The warmth of your body radiated towards her, while the comfortable weight of your leg lay on her thighs.

Wanda held her breath for a moment, completely still. Is this what she feels every day?

She shifted her gaze to you, watching the softness of your sleeping expression. Your lips were slightly parted, your hair messily framing your face. There was something so... vulnerable about you in this state, and it stirred something within Wanda that she wasn’t ready to admit.

Her gaze instinctively shifted to your belly, pressed against hers. The rounded volume was impossible to ignore. The idea that you were carrying her daughter—your daughter—stirred something within her.

But that’s not why I’m here, she reminded herself, closing her eyes and trying to push the thoughts away. I’m here for the boys. For my children. Not for her. Never for her.

Mornings with her Wanda usually involved small routines you’d built together. She used to kiss your belly first, whispering something to the baby before getting up. Then, she’d always grab an extra pillow to support her back while you talked about what you’d do that day.

But today, there was none of that.

You looked at her, confused, as she sat beside you, almost as though she didn’t know what to do.

“You’re unusually quiet today,” you remarked, trying to smile.

Wanda forced a smile in return. “Just... didn’t sleep well,” she lied.

You didn’t seem convinced, but didn’t push further. Instead, you reached out to touch her hand. The gesture was automatic, and Wanda tensed as she felt your fingers brush against hers.

“You seem so distant,” you said softly, your eyes filled with concern.

Wanda swallowed, feeling exposed. You were so... attentive. The other Wanda knew exactly how to respond to this kind of concern. She didn’t.

“I’m fine,” she said, slowly pulling her hand away. “I just need a moment.”

At breakfast, Wanda seemed to return to her normal self, playing with the boys and smiling. This made you grin widely. She always had a way with being a mom. When she was pregnant with the boys, you saw that same sparkle in her eyes. Nothing had changed.

You watched her in silence, the smile on your face growing as she laughed at Tommy and Billy’s antics. There was something magical in seeing her like that—so connected to the boys, so at ease with the morning chaos.

“And then I said: ‘If you run faster, you’ll turn into a rocket!’” Tommy exclaimed, flailing his arms excitedly.

“Oh, really?” Wanda responded, laughing. “And who had to run after the ‘rocket’ to bring him back home?”

“Billy!” Tommy pointed, laughing, while the older brother feigned indignation but soon smiled, proud.

It was in these small interactions that you saw the Wanda you loved. The same gleam in her eyes when she was pregnant with the boys still there, intact, as if nothing had changed since then. But something inside you sensed a difference, a lightness that seemed forced.

And then, Wanda looked at you.

Her smile faltered, as if she had been caught. The light in her eyes disappeared, replaced by something you couldn’t decipher. It was as if, for a moment, she had been consumed by an emotion that shouldn’t have been there.

“Wanda?” you asked, concerned.

She blinked quickly, her face softening as the smile returned to her lips—forced, hurried. “I’m fine,” she replied, turning her gaze back to the boys.

You wanted to believe it, but the discomfort inside you grew. Something was wrong, even if you couldn’t pinpoint what.

After breakfast, Wanda went upstairs to the room, leaving you with the boys. She claimed she needed to sort some things out, but the truth was, she needed space. In the room, the silence was suffocating as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

“Why is this happening to me?” she murmured, feeling the frustration bubble in her voice.

The room seemed too small for Wanda, every inch filled with thoughts she couldn’t silence. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows resting on her knees, she stared at the floor, her hands trembling slightly with the energy she wanted to release, but didn’t know how to control.

Since arriving in this universe, Wanda had thought it would be simple. Replace her other version, win back the boys, and... and you.

But you were different.

She tried to manipulate your emotions, shape your thoughts, even steal her other self’s memories to understand how it was possible for you to love her so deeply. But nothing worked. It was as if you were protected by an invisible force, a barrier she couldn’t cross, no matter how powerful she was.

And worst of all? This resistance didn’t make Wanda give up. It made her want more.

When Wanda closed her eyes, it was her image that appeared. The way you looked at her during breakfast, concerned, but still full of trust and love. The soft smile on your lips as you folded clothes for Seline, as if the world had no weight on your shoulders.

It was so frustrating, so hypnotizing...

“Why you?” Wanda murmured again, her voice low and bitter.

She raised her hand, letting the red energy pulse once more. She made a subtle gesture, trying to recreate the spell she used to manipulate memories and emotions. The magic’s glow was strong, lighting up the room, but when she thought of you—the curve of your belly, the touch of your fingers at breakfast, the lightness of your laughter—the energy wavered again.

And vanished.

Wanda cursed, the frustration bubbling inside her. What made you different? What made your presence feel untouchable, but at the same time, so... alluring?

She stood abruptly, walking toward the mirror. The reflection staring back at her seemed darker than ever. Her eyes were filled with shadows, and, no matter how much she tried to hide it, Wanda knew she was falling apart inside.

You loved her, but not her.

You loved the version of herself that seemed lighter, more human. A Wanda who didn’t carry the weight of the Darkhold in her fingers and her heart, who hadn’t been consumed by pain and chaos.

The image of your smile when you saw her with the boys earlier returned to her mind. You looked so... happy. As if you were seeing someone who completed your life perfectly.

“She shouldn’t have you,” Wanda whispered to the reflection. “I should be the woman she loves. I should be the boys’ mother. The wife. Everything.”

But the truth was like a cold blade against her throat. She wasn’t what you needed.

The night descended upon the house like a veil, tinting the sky with deep blues and grays. The windows glowed with soft light from within, exuding a warm, welcoming heat that seemed unreachable from the garden. Wanda was there, shrouded in the dimness, her silhouette almost indistinguishable as she watched you from the outside.

In the kitchen, bathed in a serene yellow light, you moved between pots and dishes, simple, routine gestures that, somehow, magnetized her gaze. Every action you took seemed to hold a depth she couldn’t unravel, something that held her attention more than she was willing to admit.

Questions hammered in her mind. What was it about you that made the other Wanda desire you so much? What made you irresistible? Why did something so ordinary seem so extraordinary? She needed to understand what made you shine like that, even in the most mundane tasks.

Wanda clenched her fists, feeling the red energy pulse, an involuntary response to the storm growing within her. It was a reminder that she should maintain control, but, in that moment, she felt vulnerable, at the mercy of something she couldn’t name.

She watched you as you stirred the pot, the steam rising in spirals that momentarily obscured your face. Then, you laughed, casually brushing the steam away with a motion. That laugh was like a musical note reverberating inside her, echoing in spaces she didn’t even know existed.

You weren’t trying to be extraordinary. And maybe that was what intrigued her the most. Your happiness seemed so genuine, so simple, that Wanda wondered how anyone could find so much fulfillment in the everyday. How did the other Wanda see that? How did she feel so much for you?

Behind the flower-covered fence, Wanda crouched a little lower, her eyes fixed on you. When you turned to tidy the dishes, there was a graceful care in your movements, almost as though every gesture carried a greater purpose. It was impossible not to notice the affection in your actions.

The obsession inside her grew with every passing minute. The desire to decipher you, to understand every nuance, became almost unbearable. What did the other Wanda feel? Admiration? Love? Or something even deeper, something she herself had never experienced?

Wanda closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it would be like to be loved by you. Without secrets, without magic—just her, as she was. But, no matter how hard she tried, there was always an emptiness. An abyss between who she was and who she wanted to be.

When she opened her eyes again, you were drying your hands, laughing at something the boys had said just out of view. Your smile was so unpretentious, so natural, it seemed to hold all the warmth in the world. Wanda wondered: what did the other Wanda see when she looked at you?

She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to contain the frustration. It wasn’t just envy burning inside her. It was something more dangerous, a desire to experience what the other Wanda felt. A desire to be seen, to be enough, even with her cracks and imperfections.

You turned toward the window, and for a moment, it seemed as though your eyes would meet hers. Wanda’s heart raced, and instinctively, she retreated further into the shadows, holding her breath. But you simply looked at the sky, a thoughtful smile on your lips before you turned and disappeared inside.

The cold night air seemed to claw at her skin, but she stayed there, still. Watching. Trying to understand. Trying to feel. Why were you so irresistibly enigmatic? Why did it seem impossible to control you, but equally impossible to resist you?

The awareness that this obsession was heading in a dangerous direction bothered her. With each passing day, her desire to understand and possess you grew. But the scariest part was realizing that this wasn’t just about envy or curiosity. It was about you. About who you were.

Wanda wanted to find out if she could love you the way the other Wanda did. Or, perhaps, in a way only she could.

[...]

Wanda was in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in her thoughts. Every moment of the day had been an internal struggle, a battle to maintain appearances while her conflicting emotions grew within her.

But something else was bothering her, something she couldn’t ignore: her powers.

This resistance intrigued and irritated her in equal measure. Why you? Why couldn’t she control you like she did everyone else?

Wanda was lost in these thoughts when she felt the mattress sink behind her. Before she could react, you climbed on top of her, pushing her down against the bed. Your knees were on either side of her hips, your hands firmly gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head.

Wanda’s eyes widened, her body stiff beneath yours as her blood rushed through her veins.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked, her voice shakier than she intended.

You tilted your head, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and challenge. “I should be asking you that,” you said, your voice low but firm. “What’s going on, Wanda?”

For a moment, Wanda didn’t respond. Her gaze locked with yours, as if trying to find an excuse, an explanation. But nothing came. The warmth of your body against hers, the way your hands held her wrists so securely—it all seemed to send her mind into even greater chaos.

“This isn’t like you,” you continued, your voice now softer but still laced with concern. “You’re different. Distant. Like you’re carrying something heavy.”

Wanda tried to look away, but you didn’t let her, leaning closer, your faces so close she could feel your breath.

“You can talk to me,” you murmured, your voice now almost a whisper. “I know you, Wanda. Something’s wrong.”

The words hit Wanda deeply. Did you know her? Did you truly know her? Or were you just convinced you knew the version of her that wasn’t here now?

And then there was another problem—her powers. She tried, in that exact moment, to use her magic to enter your mind, to find answers. But again, it was like hitting an invisible wall. Nothing worked on you.

“Why doesn’t it work?” Wanda murmured, not realizing she had spoken aloud.

You frowned, confused. “What?”

She shook her head quickly. “Nothing,” she lied, trying to regain control of the situation.

“You can try to hide what you’re feeling,” you said, leaning even closer to her, your tone now more challenging. “But I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

The silence between you stretched, but there was something else there now. The tension in the air was almost palpable, a mix of emotion and something deeper, more dangerous.

Wanda couldn’t look away from you. The way you were on top of her, the way your hands held her wrists with such confidence—it was impossible to ignore the desire that was beginning to grow within her.

And the worst part was that she didn’t know how to react. She had never felt this way before, never desired someone like this. Not with Vision. Not with anyone.

And her curiosity about you didn’t help. Why didn’t her powers work on you? What made you so different? Was that what drew her in? Or was it just you?

You noticed the change in her. Her eyes, which had been filled with uncertainty moments ago, now held something else. Something you recognized immediately.

“Wanda…” you began, but stopped when you saw the way she was looking at you, as if on the brink of something.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but lacking the strength to push you away.

“And you shouldn’t hide what you’re feeling from me,” you replied, leaning even closer to her until your faces were mere centimeters apart.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain control, but it was useless. All she could think about was you—so close, so confident.

For a moment, Wanda wanted to tell the truth. She wanted to tell you everything—about who she was, about what she had done to be here. But fear stopped her. Fear of losing you before she even had you completely.

So, she did the only thing she could in that moment: she gave in.

With a swift movement, she pulled her wrists free from your hands and grabbed you by the waist, flipping your positions. Now, she was on top of you, her eyes glowing with something you had never seen before.

“If you want to know what’s going on,” she said, her voice low but filled with emotion, “maybe I need to show you.”

And before you could respond, Wanda leaned down and kissed you, her mouth capturing yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

The kiss was firm, deliberate, almost calculated at first. But as her lips moved against yours, Wanda began to feel something she hadn’t expected. The warmth of your touch. The way you responded to her every movement.

The intent to distract quickly gave way to something more primal, stronger. She felt her body react to yours, her hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer. You wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

And that was when Wanda lost control.

The kiss grew deeper, hungrier. Wanda’s breathing became ragged, her fingers pressing firmly against your wrists still pinned above your head. You arched your body to meet hers, and Wanda felt it.

You were wet for her, soaking her thighs with your arousal.

The shock and desire that coursed through Wanda were so intense that she almost pulled away. But instead, she dove even deeper. Her lips moved to your neck, nibbling lightly as you moaned, the soft sound echoing in the room and sending waves of heat straight to her.

This is real. It was the only thought running through her mind. You were real, here, wanting her, responding to her.

But then, something began to change. Wanda felt a familiar energy bubbling inside her, warm and powerful. Growing with every touch, every breath. The witch’s eyes began to burn, and when she opened them, she realized: the scarlet red was everywhere.

She tried to ignore it, but when you pressed your hips against hers, Wanda cursed softly at how naturally provocative you were. And then, she exploded.

A wave of red light flashed around you both, illuminating the entire room for a brief moment.

You opened your eyes, breathless and trembling, freezing when you saw the woman above you. Her unique deep green eyes now burned a brilliant, intense red.

“Wanda…” your voice was shaky, caught between curiosity and fear.

She pulled back, as if she had been shocked, realizing what was happening. Her eyes were entirely red, and the energy in her hands now pulsed against your wrists, no longer just holding you but encasing you.

“I…” Wanda began, her voice filled with panic as she tried to suppress the magic spilling out.

You blinked, looking at her in confusion. “Your eyes… what’s happening to you?”

Wanda tried to steady her breathing, pulling away from you as the energy still glowed faintly around her. How could she have been so careless? How could she have let this slip?

“I… I don’t know,” she lied, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.

You slowly sat up, watching her cautiously. “This has never happened before. You’re different, Wanda. I know it. Tell me what’s going on.”

Wanda looked at you, her heart racing. She wanted to tell you, to explain everything. But the fear of losing you, of shattering the moment she almost had with you, held her back.

You stepped closer to her—defying every warning your mind screamed at you—and cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at you. “Is this what’s making you act so strange?” you asked, your brow furrowed.

Wanda swallowed hard, your presence strong and magnetic, pulling her closer to you and the curve of your neck—where she so desperately wanted to bury her face. “Tell me, love. Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together.”

And then Wanda understood.

You didn’t know about her powers in this universe because she couldn’t use them on you. She should have questioned your counterpart before sending her away in her place.

The tension in the room was unbearable. The pulsing red of Wanda’s powers still dimly illuminated the space, like an erratic heartbeat. She stood now, her breathing uneven, while you remained seated on the bed, your eyes locked onto hers, filled with questions and conflicting emotions.

Wanda felt as though she was teetering on the edge of a cliff. Your words echoed in her mind, daring her to tell you the truth. But how could she? How would you react to learning who she truly was, to understanding what she had done to be here, with you?

You stood slowly, your eyes never leaving hers. “I won’t push you, Wanda,” you said, your voice low but steady. “But you need to be honest with me. Whatever it is you’re carrying, I want to carry it with you.”

The gentleness in your voice broke something inside Wanda. For a moment, the desire burning in her chest was overshadowed by guilt and fear. But the intensity of the moment, the warmth lingering in the air between you, pulled her back.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. The red in her eyes began to fade, returning to the green you knew, but the tension didn’t lessen.

“I do,” you replied without hesitation.

But she hesitated, the words catching in her throat. Then something shifted. Maybe it was the way you looked at her, without judgment, just a fierce curiosity and a silent devotion. Or maybe it was the fact that, for the first time in so long, Wanda didn’t want to carry this burden alone.

“I’m not… the Wanda you know,” she began, each word heavy. “I came from somewhere else. Another… universe.”

You frowned, clearly confused, but didn’t interrupt. Wanda continued.

“I lost everything. My husband, my children, even my dog. I just wanted to get it all back… and when I came here, I saw the chance to start over and—”

“Where is my Wanda?” you interrupted sharply.

Of course, something was wrong. Wanda hadn’t touched your belly or spoken to Seline the way she did every morning; this Wanda not being yours was entirely justifiable.

With jealousy simmering in your gut, you asked again, your voice tight with emotion. “Where is she?”

With a flicker of defiance and desperation, the witch responded, “I am your Wanda.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air felt like a taut string ready to snap. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to process what you had just heard.

“You’re… my Wanda?” Your voice was low, filled with disbelief and something deeper—a mix of anger, pain, and a trace of betrayal.

Wanda took a step toward you, her hands outstretched as if to reach for you, but she stopped when she saw the hard look in your eyes. “I am,” she insisted, her voice firm but trembling with vulnerability. “I’m yours, in every way that matters. I’m here now, and all I want is—”

“—to steal her life?” you interrupted, your voice as sharp as a knife. Wanda recoiled as though struck.

“It’s not like that,” she protested, her posture crumbling. “I just want my children with me, that’s all.”

You stepped back, creating space between you, but Wanda followed, as though unable to bear the thought of you moving away from her. “You knew,” you said, your voice quieter now but still laden with emotion. “You knew she was here, that she existed, yet you chose to take her place.”

Wanda shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “I just wanted—”

“—to deceive me,” you cut her off again, your pain evident. “You think you can just be her? That I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t know something was wrong?”

Wanda moved closer again, ignoring the distance you tried to create. Her hands found your shoulders, gripping you with a desperate strength. “I didn’t want to deceive you,” she said, her voice breaking. “I just wanted… my boys, a family. I want a family.”

Her words hit you like a blow, and for a moment, your anger and resentment wavered. But the confusion and jealousy remained, coursing through your veins like a constant reminder of everything at stake.

“You don’t understand what this means to me,” Wanda continued, her eyes searching yours, desperate for a spark of understanding. “I lost everything. There was nothing left but pain. And then I saw you. And you… you’re everything I never knew I needed.”

“But I didn’t choose you,” you said, your voice finally steadying, though still heavy with emotion. “I chose her.”

Wanda froze, and the silence that followed was almost unbearable. Then, she let go of your shoulders, stepping back as though your words had struck her.

“You don’t understand,” she murmured, more to herself than to you. Her eyes darkened, and the red energy began to pulse around her again, a physical manifestation of the storm raging within her.

“Wanda,” you said, your voice filled with warning, a touch of pain.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through your abdomen, and you cried out, doubling over. “Wanda!”

Wanda spun around at the sound of your scream, the scarlet glow in her eyes vanishing in an instant. Her gaze fixed on you, now hunched over, one hand clutching your belly while the other gripped the back of a chair to stay upright.

“Are you okay?” The concern in her voice was genuine, but you could barely respond. A searing pain coursed through your body, pulling a groan from your lips.

“No… it’s not okay,” you managed to say, your words halting. “The water… broke.”

Wanda froze for a second, shock and fear washing over her. But then, like a switch flipping, she sprang into action. In an instant, she was by your side, one hand steadying your back while the other grasped yours, guiding you toward the door.

“Oh. Fuck! Boys, wake up!” she yelled, her voice firm but laced with urgency. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

You tried to walk, but your legs felt like jelly, and the pain was overwhelming. Wanda noticed immediately and, without hesitation, scooped you into her arms as if you weighed nothing.

“Hold on tight,” she murmured, already rushing toward the car.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Every bump in the road seemed to amplify your pain, and you clung to Wanda's hand as if your life depended on it. She drove fast, her face tense as she cast worried glances in your direction.

"Breathe, Y/n. We’ll get there in time," she said, but it was impossible for you to focus on anything other than the pain and the growing sense that something was wrong.

When you arrived at the hospital, the medical team was ready, thanks to Wanda’s phone call during the drive. You were rushed into the delivery room, and Wanda insisted on staying by your side, even as the doctors tried to make her wait outside.

The delivery was chaotic. The room was filled with hurried voices, beeping monitors, and you struggled to stay focused as your body seemed to wage war against itself.

"Just a little more," the doctor encouraged, but your vision was already beginning to darken around the edges.

Wanda held your hand tightly, her expression desperate as her eyes glowed an intense red. She was trying to keep control, but the fear of losing you was clearly winning the battle.

"Bring her back, please..." Your voice was weak, almost a whisper, but it was enough for Wanda to hear.

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. "No, don’t say that," she pleaded, gripping your hand tightly.

"Please," you repeated, your voice barely audible as tears streamed down your pale face.

Wanda hesitated, looking at you as if standing at the edge of an abyss. She knew what you were asking. And she knew that if she did it, there would be consequences—for you, for her, for everyone.

But she wanted to be here, wanted to see little Seline be born, wanted to hold her for just a moment.

When the cry of the first baby filled the room, Wanda closed her eyes tightly. But then, hearing your weak groan and seeing the deathly pallor spreading over you, she knew she had no choice.

"I can’t lose this," she whispered to herself as the scarlet magic manifested.

The room was engulfed in a bright red light, and the doctors screamed in shock. Wanda ignored everything, focusing solely on you and the plea that echoed in her mind.

"Bring her back..."

And, with tears streaming down her face, Wanda did exactly that.

[...]

The hospital room was silent except for the soft beeping of the monitors in the background. The other Wanda stood by the window, cradling the baby delicately. The child’s eyes were closed, but when they opened, they revealed an intense, piercing green—just like Wanda's.

The Witch stepped into the room, the tension in her shoulders unmistakable. She hesitated upon seeing her counterpart there, but it was impossible to look away from the small life that was now part of their universe.

"She’s beautiful," the Witch said, her voice low, almost reverent.

The other Wanda smiled faintly, though her eyes carried a silent sadness. "The eyes are ours," she replied with quiet conviction, handing the baby to the Witch.

The Witch took the child carefully, feeling the light yet significant weight in her arms. When the baby’s green eyes opened again, something inside her shifted. A wave of emotion washed over her, deeper than any spell or magic she had ever known.

Seline was born with a head full of hair and rosy skin, with chubby cheeks—just like yours, the Witch thought.

"She’s perfect," the Witch whispered, almost unable to believe that something so pure could exist in her life.

The other Wanda watched in silence for a moment before speaking. "You know you can’t stay here, right?" she began, her voice calm but firm.

The Witch lifted her gaze, tense. "I know."

"I’ve prepared everything for you... but somewhere else," the other Wanda said, choosing her words carefully. "This universe isn’t your home. You weren’t meant to stay here. I created the possibility of this life, this opportunity, but not here."

The Witch frowned, but the other Wanda continued.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Isn’t it obvious? I’m you. Who better to understand you than yourself?" Her copy laughed softly before continuing, "You need to find a place where you can be happy, where you can start over without... everything that brought you here," she explained. "There’s a new universe waiting for you. It’s different, but... it has potential. Maybe even for a new beginning with her."

The Witch looked down at the baby in her arms, her heart aching. The idea of leaving her, of leaving her boys, you, seemed unbearable. But she knew her counterpart was right.

"Why can’t we use our powers on her?" the Witch suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Ah... So you’ve discovered what makes Y/n so special." The copy crossed her arms, amused. "For a long time, I hated that about her, almost like an affront to who I am. Until I realized..."

She stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on the Witch’s shoulder. "She’s our multiversal anchor."

The Witch looked up, intrigued.

"In the multiverse, every being has a unique essence, a 'code' that ties them to their universe of origin. However, in rare cases, there are individuals who act as 'multiversal anchors'—people who, unknowingly, possess an unbreakable connection to the fabric of the multiverse."

The copy continued her monologue:

"These anchors are immune to magical or cosmic manipulations that could alter their natural course. This means no external force, not even chaos magic, can change their thoughts, emotions, or memories."

The Witch was silent, the words echoing in her mind. It all made sense now—the irresistible pull, the inability to control her, the sense of love that transcended logic and reason.

"So, what do I do now?" the Witch finally asked.

The other Wanda sighed, a melancholic smile on her lips. "Go to where you belong. Maybe there, you’ll find what you’re looking for."

With one last look at the baby, the Witch handed her back to the other Wanda. She stepped back, the pain of leaving evident on her face, but determination already beginning to shine in her eyes.

When the Witch opened a portal, the scarlet light illuminated the room briefly before vanishing.

[...]

The new universe was brighter, younger somehow. The Witch looked around, taking in the subtle yet undeniable differences.

And then she saw you.

You, but younger. More innocent. With the same eyes and smile that had already captivated her, but without the weight of everything you had been through together.

She stopped, her heart pounding in her chest.

And there, in the midst of an unfamiliar universe, with the possibility of starting anew, the Witch took the first step.

In the grand tapestry of the universe, every thread is woven with purpose, each knot tied with deliberate intention. No force, no will, no magic can alter what the hands of destiny have inscribed.

The stars may burn and the galaxies may spiral in infinite chaos, but they all dance to a rhythm preordained. Each life, like a thread, intertwines with others, forming patterns that cannot be unraveled, no matter how fervently one might try.

Destiny is not a shackle but a compass, guiding every soul toward a purpose they may not yet understand. It is unyielding, yet fair; silent, yet deafening in its clarity. Even the mightiest beings, those who wield chaos and creation in their hands, are bound by its immutable lines.

It is said that to defy destiny is to defy the essence of existence itself. For the universe, in its infinite wisdom, knows what is meant to be—and ensures that, in the end, it comes to pass.

~*~

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If you're willing, can you write a fic about Netflix!Monkey King based on this drawing from a while ago? https://www.tumblr.com/monkeykingdomblog2/750199169881341952/that-moment-when-you-think-youre-kissing-your?source=share

An Accident

Relationship: Netlfix!Sun Wukong X Female Golden Princess of Cauldron County!Reader (also known as Goldie)

AN: Alright friendo, I'm gonna be completely honest, this was a toughy! I love Netflix Wukong but he is surprisingly hard to wright in a romantic sense in the time frame of the movie. I don't know why he's like this for me, he just is (post movie I have no problem writing and I think it's because he's changed so much by that point?). So I tried my best to kinda do a crush scenario, I really hope I did it justice? Idk, because of the difficulty I had I feel a little insecure about this one lol. Takes place during the fight with Red Girl.

Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Canon Typical Violence

Read it on AO3!

“Uh, pardon me, Monkey King?” You ask, stepping closer to him with your hands clasped. The ruby colored monkey in question raises an eyebrow at you as he walks with his stick balanced over his shoulders, smiling.

“What’s up Princess? Need something?” You lower your hands but keep them clasped in front of you, keeping your posture straight as you walk in time with the monkey.

“Uhm, yes,” you start, “I was wondering when it was exactly that I would be brought home? I am, once again, grateful that you saved me but…we seem to be travelling further and further away from my kingdom.” You gesture towards the countryside around you, nothing but crops and fields for miles. The only mark of civilization is the small town up ahead.

“Don’t worry Goldie, Stick and I will get you back safe and sound! I just need to get that 100th demon and we’ll be good to go! Oh, bringing you back is definitely gonna help me get in with the Immortals, saving a princess is classic hero work!” He looks to the stick balanced over the back of his neck, which vibrates encouragingly in green. You give a nervous chuckle, looking between the two as you walk. Your gold embroidered robes feel heavy as you go, their bulk not really meant for long journeys through the countryside. 

Truly, you are grateful to the monkey for saving your life. The monster that had kidnapped you from your home had nearly destroyed your kingdom’s army, but in one fell swoop the ruby simian in front of you had knocked the demon out cold. He had struck a heroic pose just for you, claiming to be your savior and insisting to ‘hold your applause’. A little put off by his attitude but still grateful, you had thanked him profusely, reassuring him that your father would have a great reward for him for saving your life.

The monkey had jumped around in excitement at your words, raving to his weapon about how lucky they were you had been kidnapped. You didn’t really know how to respond to his words.

And somehow you ended up here, following this simian as he fought demon after monster all across China. 

For every one he defeated, you asked if you could finally make your way back home. His answer was always the same. Despite the anxiety slowly building in your gut the longer you were away from your country, you couldn’t say you…disliked being out. Just by following this strange monkey you had already seen more of the world in a couple days than you had your whole life.

It certainly didn’t hurt that your travelling companion was...cute. Perhaps it was because he saved your life, but you couldn’t deny that you liked him. Silky cherry red fur, bright green eyes, a mischievous smile that made your heart race, and that adorable little heart print on his nose…

You cough awkwardly into your fist, embarrassed by your thoughts. You stare at the dirt road in front of you as your group keeps walking. You’re so consumed by your thoughts you don’t notice the monkey watching you as you walk. The magic stick vibrating drags your attention back to them, the monkey playfully spinning the pole and holding it in front of him to speak.

“What was that?”

Green and blue flash over the pole, its vibrations loud and clear.

“Wh-What!? I don’t even-! That’s crazy, no way.” More vibrations. “I do not! And if I ever did, which I do not, it wouldn’t be on some human! No matter how pretty!” You raise an eyebrow at the monkey as he talks, curious as to what this one-sided conversation is about. When he notices your look, he turns away from you, his voice hushed and urgent as he talks to his stick.

“Okay, okay fine! Maybe a little one! Now pipe down before she hears you, okay?” You bite your bottom lip, unsure if you should laugh or be uncomfortable by this conversation that's clearly about you. His earlier words hit you with full force.

Did he think you were pretty-?

“We’ll talk about it later! Just don’t do anything-” The monkey points his finger at the stick in his hand, as if reprimanding it, only to be distracted and do a double take at the wooden gate entrance to the village you had been wandering towards. You pause, grateful for the distraction so you can calm your burning cheeks as the monkey rushes forward. You watch as he steps up to the gate, slinging his stick back over his shoulders and taking a deep breath in.

“Alright…show time. Ninety-nine demons down, one to go.” Stick gives a vibration of encouragement as they step into the village proper. You follow behind, taking in the sight of the village as Monkey calls for the locals. Empty storefronts, dry dirt streets, broken signs and abandoned carts everywhere. Suspicion and unease settle into your gut, and you leap forwards to all but plaster yourself to the red monkey’s back. He looks back at you, surprised but not upset.

“Relax Goldie, it’s okay. You know I can take on anything that wants to start trouble.” He reassures you. You bite your lip and nod, still sticking close to him as you walk.

You feel a pressure on your wrist and are about to scream when you look down. Monkey’s fluffy red tail loops around your forearm, squeezing comfortably. You glance up to see him smiling, before he turns and gently leads you towards a building. The pressure of his tail feels comforting as the eerie streets stretch out away from you. Monkey knocks on the door, fingers tapping away at Stick as the three of you stand and wait for someone to answer.

“Where is everyone?” He mutters. You look around and startle as you spot the face of a child ducking behind a corner. Monkey sees them as well, frowning and shrugging before kicking the door open.

“Anyone need a hero?” He steps inside with a flourish, his tail uncoiling from around your arm as he steps inside. You miss the warmth immediately, gripping at your wrist with your other hand as if to mimic the feeling. Voices call out from various hiding spots across the room, telling your rescuer to be quiet and leave them in peace.

You make your way to a seat, sighing in relief as your feet are finally given a rest after so much walking. You pile the folds of cloth that make up your robes onto your lap and the table, grateful for the support it gives your shoulders now that they don’t carry the weight by themselves. You roll your neck and shoulders to stretch them out, flexing your toes inside your shoes. When your eyes flutter open again, Monkey is staring at you with a contemplative look. He shakes his fur out, slamming the door behind him now that you’re inside.

“The name’s Monkey King!” He starts. You relax further into your seat, comfortable to watch as your companion makes a mess of the room, showing off his skills. You giggle into your hands as he smashes nearly everything, the villagers glaring doubtfully at the two of you. Without asking, Monkey grabs himself a bowl of rice and chopsticks, setting Stick down next to you to lean against the edge of the table. He hops on top of the table itself, making himself comfortable and eating with you right next to him.

“I’ve never heard of you.” A stern faced woman speaks, sucking on a stick of candy.

“Well, I’ve never heard of you either.” Monkey snarks, and Stick vibrates in yellow. You snort, covering your mouth with the sleeve of your hanfu. The villagers glare at you, and you clear your throat awkwardly, sitting up straighter.

“Look, I’m travelling with a princess. One I rescued. I’m the real deal guys, trust me.” The villagers give you searching looks, eyeing the gold embroidery and silk material of your robes. Your fingers clench and unclench the fabric beneath them, the desire to fidget under their scrutiny overwhelming. The lessons on etiquette you’ve taken since birth hold you back, the phantom pain of whacked knuckles keeping you in check.

“Why would a princess travel with a monkey after being rescued, instead of going home?” The stern faced lady asks, crossing her arms. Monkey glares back at her, taking a spiteful bite of rice.

“Why wouldn’t a princess want to travel with me? I saved her life! I’m taking her home, we’re just stopping to do some more hero work on the way.” 

“Uh huh, yeah, sure. Get rid of them.” The lady orders. Someone else, her husband you would presume, steps forward and tries ushering the three of you out. Monkey’s tail is suddenly curled tight around your shoulders as he pulls you all further into the building, not ready to give in yet. 

Things escalate when the kid bursts in. 

The young girl starts helping your monkey, praising him and hyping up his incredible skill. When she moves closer to you, Monkey pulls you away, keeping himself and Stick in-between you and the stranger. She seems harmless enough, but your heart still flutters at the protective glare Monkey is sending her way.

“You actually know who he is?” You ask her, smiling politely. 

“Of course! I'm his number one fan!” She boasts proudly. You notice her gaze shift away nervously before she steps towards the villagers, trying to coax them into a deal. You send a glance of your own to Monkey, suspicious of her behavior. With your high position in the Golden Cauldron Country it had been drilled into you to read people, to understand their true intentions despite the words they speak. This kid isn't lying, exactly, but you can tell she's hiding something.

Monkey shrugs at you, turning his attention back to villagers and negotiating. You settle back down, letting your aching feet rest a little more before you have to head out again.

“-ten free guitar lessons.”

“Uhg, deal, whatever.” The stern faced woman agrees. 

“Hold up! And-” Monkey turns and gestures towards you, “some more comfortable traveling clothes for my princess. Something soft and comfortable she can travel in.” Your cheeks burn at the casual possessiveness of him calling you ‘his’, but you find you don't…quiet mind. You duck your head, feeling bashful but pleased. 

The stern faced woman looks you over, pulling her candy stick from her mouth and pointing it at you. 

“You keep this monkey under control, I'll get you something decent.” She says. You nod, hands clasped politely in front of you. Just in time too, as outside you hear the familiar roaring of a demon.

“Oh no! Please, don’t let it hurt my innocent child!” The older man begs Monkey, clasping his hands in front of him. Monkey brushes him aside, his tail coiling around your forearm once more and pulling you behind him as he walks.

“Don’t worry. Sooner I slay it, the faster we get to celebrating me and my accomplishments!” You follow willingly, hearing the girl huff behind you. Monkey doesn’t spare her a second glance, but he does give you one. Before you actually step outside the building he pulls you close and speaks in hushed tones.

“Alright Goldie, you know what you do?” 

“Stay close to you and within sight, don’t take any unnecessary risks. You can handle the demon, I stay out of the way.” You recite from memory the steps you’ve been following for every fight Monkey gets into. If you stray too far it means the demon he’s fighting can grab you - staying close means he can keep an eye on your safety and move you if needed.

“Good girl.” You duck your head at the praise, stepping into the afternoon sunlight once more. “Let's get demon one-hundred dead and done, then after I ascend we can take you home.” 

Today seems to be a day of lucky timing, as within moments Monkey finds the fire demon, right in the center of town in the middle of stealing a child. The second he sees the two figures in the street he rushes forward, knocking the small girl across the face with a harsh ‘thwack’ from Stick that sends her flying.

Well, that was fast.

You’re about to start clapping when the girl from earlier rushes towards Monkey, looking frantic.

“What are you doing!?” She cries. Monkey looks at her like she’s grown a second head.

“Uh, joining the Immortal Ones? What else?” He turns and looks straight at you, puffing his chest and posing with Stick. “Goldie! What did you think? Kinda boring that it took one hit but hey! Impressive anyways, right?” He chuckles, preening under your gaze. You give a polite clap, smiling at him, as the large child he just saved rushes past you and into the arms of his father.

“Very heroic, yes!” You praise, happy to indulge him.

There was still a lot about Monkey you didn’t know, but even in your short journey together you had picked up on things. Mainly, his desire for recognition. You could only guess why he felt the need to be seen and accepted by every living thing around him, but even without knowing you could still empathize with him. 

There had been…moments, on the road. He had been quiet and thoughtful as you walked, looking out at the distant horizon eastwards. He had seemed…lonely.

You didn’t like seeing him like that.

“You’re the worst daddy ever!” 

And he just kicked a child in the head.

Okay, you never said he was perfect or anything. As you pinched the bridge of your nose, the girl came to your side, looking lost and confused as she watched Monkey.

“That was for free.” He told the mayor, who was currently staring at his son in shock as he recovered from being kicked to the side like a sack of rice. Despite the disapproval simmering in your belly, you couldn’t stop the snort that left you at his words. The girl gave you a confused look before startling at a sound behind you both. You turned to see the first child Monkey had hit with Stick climbing back over the fence, which promptly collapsed under her weight.

With a flourish she transformed, her true form coming to light. Immediately you rushed backwards and to Monkey’s side, his arm shooting out to cover you and push you further behind him. 

“How dare you challenge Red Girl, Monkey! Quake in my presence and bow down to me!” The fire imp before you summoned a golden spear, spinning it round and round as her flaming hair danced in the breeze. Monkey stepped forward, his tail brushing against you one last time as he spoke.

“Why don’t you leave these poor, unattractive people alone, huh? The two hottest people here have business to get to, so the faster you go down, the happier I’ll be.” He snarked. The peasant girl that was following you shot you a look at his words, and you shrugged in response, bashful. She shook her head in dismay, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing from her so-called ‘hero’. Yeah, you really weren’t buying that story.

Within moments after speaking, Monkey King was launching himself towards Red Girl with the help of Stick, giving an excited cry as they took to the air together. You watched on, sliding yourself closer to the peasant girl.

“So…you say you’re his number one fan?” You begin, watching her intently. Above you both, you heard Monkey’s voice as he snarked and quipped at the demon.

“U-uh, yeah! He’s super cool, able to just…fly up and fight demons like that…” Her voice sounds unsure, and she uses one arm to grip her other by the elbow, the picture of awkward uncertainty. You try to make your own body language relaxed, to lure her into a sense of security, while not giving anything away about your true thoughts.

“He is pretty impressive. Stick too, of course.” You notice her eyes shift at the mention of Stick, glancing up and then back at you within the fraction of a second.

Hmm.

“What did you say your name was?” You ask, leaning closer to her.

“L-Lin. My name is Lin, I’m…not from around here.” You open your mouth to ask more questions, but the sound of a crash interrupts you. You look up, startled to see fireballs being launched straight down and towards the village, crashing without guidance as the fight rages on.

“That monkey’s gonna burn down the whole village! I told you to keep him under control!” The mayor’s wife glares at you, and you can only offer a shrug in response. Lin looks between you two and then around the street, immediately rushing towards a bucket of water.

“C’mon everyone, grab some water!” She cries. You pick up the layers of your robes and rush towards the water tower, grabbing a bucket on the way. A villager is already at the spigot, distributing water to everyone who comes up. Your own bucket is filled and you rush back the way you came, intending to put out a blaze on the front steps of a building. 

The second you do, a gust of wind sends you stumbling, the form of Red Girl rushing past with trailing lights of green and purple. Stick is in her hands-oh no, Stick is in her hands-

You look frantically around the space for Monkey, your thoughts racing with all the worst possible outcomes of what could have happened. He's been burned to a crisp, she managed to stab him through his armor, he fell and can't get back up-

Another gust next to you as Red Girl goes flying past again, and this time, you do stumble and fall. The ground rushes up to meet you, and you brace yourself for the rough dry dirt to scratch you up-

But it doesn't come. 

Warm arms are wrapped around your waist, holding your weight with no effort as they straighten you back up. You look behind you to see Monkey, his grin wide and smug.

“I leave you alone for a few minutes and already you're tripping over yourself when I come back. You aren't falling for me, are you Goldie?” He teases, giving you a pointed eyebrow wiggle. Heat rises to your cheeks immediately, and you giggle at the silly face he makes.

“Thank you~” You coo, back on your own two feet. His hands stay on your waist. “That would have been a rough landing.”

“Of course, princess-” He starts, but his gaze snaps up to the sky, your own following. Red Girl is still spinning through the air, counting to herself. 

“four…five-”

“Fifteen!” Monkey calls out. He gives you a gentle nudge, jerking his head in her direction to prompt you. Your mind goes blank for a moment before you catch on to his game. 

“Fifty six!” You call. Monkey grins, pulling you by your waist down the road, following the demon as she flies. 

“Twenty four! Two! Eight!”

“S-seven? No, six! Wait-!”

“Thirty two! Twelve!”

The two of you keep calling out numbers as Stick wears the girl down, her screams of frustration echoing around the village. Within moments Stick turns towards the ground, spinning with such speed and power, he and the demon go straight down into the dirt. Monkey lets go of your waist to peer down into the hole, his hand out to catch Stick when he comes flying back out. You peer in as well, only to see darkness as the hole stretches down, down, and down. 

“You let go!” Monkey shouts. “WHOOOO! Woohoohoo!!” He does a little jig, wiggling his hips side to side as Stick does a rainbow display of light. You give a cheer of your own, clapping at their victory. 

The next moments happen so fast you weren't even sure what exactly happened until much later, when you had the privacy of your own thoughts to sort things out. 

Monkey turns to his Stick, leaning forward to press a quick kiss of gratitude against the metal. Stick clearly had other ideas, and with a quick jerk of himself, was suddenly behind your back, Monkey's hand still holding on to him tight. You turned your head at the motion of the two of them, only to feel a sudden pressure on your own lips you weren't expecting. Stick vibrates behind you, but Monkey doesn't even seem to notice what's happened. 

His eyes are closed, and his free hand immediately grabs into your hip for balance. You sit there, shocked, for only a few milliseconds before your own eyelashes flutter shut, and you kiss back. His black lips are just as soft as they look, and you can feel the size and shape of his canines pressing against your lips through his. The thought of him gliding those sharp teeth against the juncture of your neck sends a thrill down your spine, and you squeak. 

That sound draws a responding groan from Monkey, who's hand on your hip splays out, wrapping around to the small of your back and tugging you closer to him. Your hands tentatively reach up to his shoulders, the metal of his armor cool and rough under your fingers. He smells nice…a little musky from the fight and your travels, but also like fruit and mountain stone. You stay like that, lips pressed together, exploring each other gently as your brain melts into mush. 

Your first kiss…given to your hero…

With a sharp gasp he pulls away from you, eyes wide and panicked. You’re in shock, staring at him as you try to remember what breathing feels like again. His hand flexes where it’s still cradling the small of your back, his green eyes dilated wide as he watches your face for any reaction.

You can’t give one, still reeling from the feeling of him on you. It felt so…nice…gentle and sweet. You think…you think you want to do it again.

You swallow, gathering your courage. If you just…lean forward again you could-

“Stick!” Monkey pulls away from you, grabbing Stick with both hands and glaring at him. Stick vibrates in pink, a color you haven’t seen from him yet.

“Don’t you dare say that! It wouldn’t have happened had you not-! How could you do that! I-!” Monkey looks between Stick and you, a rising panic on his face. His breathing grows frantic, tail flicking in obvious agitation. 

“G-Goldie-! Princess! I-I am so-! That wasn’t supposed to happen-This jerk pulled me and-!” He gives Stick a shake, torn between glaring at the rod and looking apologetically at you. You take a deep breath to center yourself, trying to not take his words personally.

“I-it’s okay Monkey…I-...I didn’t really…mind?” You try to smile despite the overwhelming urge to hide coursing through your veins. He pauses, staring at you like he isn’t sure how to respond.

He doesn’t get a chance to try, Lin running up and stealing his attention away from you. You try to ignore the unhappy twinge in your gut at the girl interrupting you both.

“That was amazing! She fell right into your trap!” Monkey startles, shaking himself and putting his usual air of bravado on for the villagers.

“Wh-uh, right! One hundredth demon vanquished!” He spins Stick around on his shoulders, posing for the crowd gathering around you. Lin is still talking as Monkey walks away, his sights set on the mayor and his wife, both covered in soot.

“I offer myself as your humble assistant and weapon bearer.” The girl bows before Monkey, a pleading look on her face. Monkey looks genuinely shocked for a moment, his eyes flicking to you before narrowing on the girl.

“Wow, my own assistant? Hard pass.” He glares at her, gesturing to himself. “This monkey heroes alone.” 

“Wha-? But what about your girlfriend? She’s traveling with you!?” Lin cries, and you sputter in response. Monkey King looks just as taken aback, but you swear you see the red of his cheeks turn darker at her words.

“That-that's none of your business! You don’t know anything kid!” He snarls, tail curling behind him in displeasure. Lin looks desperately at you and you avoid her gaze, watching your feet as you walk over to Monkey. You aren’t sure how to process anything that just happened, and you just desperately want some space to figure things out and sort through your confusing feelings. You try to speak to Monkey, your voice sounding quiet even to your own ears.

“Uhm, Monkey? I-...I need to-...can we talk-?” You stutter, your train of thought moving at a million miles a second as you try to think of the right words you want to say. Monkey looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“...Yeah. Yeah, later we can.” He turns away from you and back to the mayor. “In the meantime, you got my big victory speech ready, right?”

“Uh…well…” The mayor looks at the ruins that were his village, soot and burned down homes littering the streets.

“Well, grab a scroll and take notes! Cause it’s party time!” Monkey flicks a curler from the mayor’s wife's head, the burning material bouncing away and landing amongst the fireworks shop. The stern faced woman’s voice echoes all the way to the heavens as sparklers and fireworks shoot skyward with an explosion of color and noise.

“Crazy monkey!”

[gooperts-gunk]

post-qsmp q!bbh's story so far...

back to back we have had new q!bbh story pieces, on mythcraft with lilithluvsya and as mr. x on arkanis, so im going to write down all of my own notes of what we have learned so far + my crazed theory talk :) this will be long!!! note: this is from the perspective of someone who doesn't know mythcraft lore and the only arkanis lore i know is from what i pick up in passing lol. i will do my best!!

starting with the halloween special on mythcraft with lilith and rurus in which bbh helps lilith solve a puzzle that leads to her finding and adopting a new child, we get to see an actual bbh summoning!! im unsure if the treats are a necessary offering or just a kind gesture, but the soulfire-esque flames or wisps seem to be a very specific detail...

the chant lilith says is "hear these words, hear my cry, spirit from the other side! come to me, i summon thee, cross now the great divide!" implying that if he's summoned, chances are, he was in the underworld or somewhere else. later on during technical difficulties, lilith mentions that "i don't even know the state of his soul at the moment! because usually whenever i summon a chant through those words," she repeats it, "his soul just acted a bit... weird! he usually doesn't act like that whenever i summon him. usually, the magic feels a bit more smooth, and it was very choppy this time. his soul just felt different from the last time i saw him. i can't put my finger on it." it's hard to say what exactly this means, (i've seen some people think it's about how he died with a split soul, he never got the other half back from purgatory as far as we know...) as we've never seen him be summoned before, but in this case, he just showed up on the chest crying out a confused "HELLO...?" but later on says "i could sense something was off, that's why im here." with his trickster confidence. he also mentions he's "been around, doing my thing. im very busy," and no concrete answer is ever stated. another detail is that halloween is said by lilith to be "the veils between our world meet once a year," meaning as far as we know he can only be summoned on halloween.

when he accepts the treats and attempts to leave he says "im trying to get back home!" a place of residence for q!bbh is implied, whether or not it's one we know of or even if it's an actual house is uncertain. when bad comes across a haunted house he says "oh my gosh! i had a house like this once, only it was red." which might cross out the place of residence being on the island. might, considering the house was later changed because most people hated the red lol. when bad is downed from fall damage lilith comments "why are you so fragile?! you're not usually, like, this breakable." bbh says "oh, as soon as i die, i get to go back home, so..." since we know how !bbh deaths work, (he can only perma-die once from a unique death, e.g. the combination of soul vulture infection and nuke radiation slowly ate away until perma-killing that version of himself, which means it was an entirely unique instance of death. so it's safe to assume that ever since he had fallen, he would have perma-died from simple things like starvation, but then can no longer perma-die from it again, with a possible exception of if it's starvation along with something else at the same time) we know that him dying wouldn't be enough to bring him 'back home' if it's implied to be the underworld or the mind desert, therefore, it would mean that if he dies during a summoning that the connection is immediately broken and he's back to wherever he was at the time. he's sometimes even excited whenever he gets downed, even saying "take me! take me home!" either because 1. he just really wants to get home for some reason or 2. he just really doesn't want to work for lilith.

but, we know he doesn't HAVE to work for lilith, because lilith states at the end after he's left to fellow mythcraft member nex that, "you know how im a witch? ... WELL... a long, LONG time ago... i made a mistake with my magic and i MIGHT have summoned a greater demon who turned out to be a TRICKSTER demon instead and KINDA reversed the contract on me and NOW im stuck with him until i die and i have to do his bidding whenever he comes around, but only whenever i create the first kind of contract for him to flip around. and he kind of... is around, and changes rurus a lot, and i have to work to make sure that rurus can transform back into a human one day because they're stuck in their bunny form..." which is a LOT to digest and she said it all in like two breaths lol. so in reality lilith is stuck with bad, not bad being stuck with lilith, and bad could peace out whenever he wanted because it's trickster demon rules and on top of that he can also transform humans into bunnies??!!

going back to where my previous notes were, when they arrive at rurus' house and bad seeing a painting of himself with 5 cracked eggs around him, he exclaims, "what the fudge is that?! THAT'S CRAZY!! who's the monster who made this??" meanwhile lilith is oblivious to whatever this means. he also steals the painting. rurus shows up! (rurus says he smells like sulfur, which is definitely the 'demon smell' ak!bagi mentions once she has a moment to speak with him after the chaos) rurus mentions making the painting and it was likely a gag that bad wasn't supposed to see during the lore stream but it's there now LOL and bad repeats the same horror to them as they're oblivious too, "it's you blowing up the moon! all the moons that you've blown up?" "oh, yeah, im sure it's blowing up the moon!!" he says in angry sarcasm, and then sobs a little. "i had eggs once..." both lilith and rurus inquire, and lilith is the one to say "you became a father?" in myth!lilith's defense, the residents have a lot of adorable baby creatures they care for and might sooner assume the eggs in question are cute creatures LOL "well i just said i had eggs, so..." "oh, you hatched them?" "ohhh he HAD eggs- lawren, he- he hit menopause, he said something about that..." I HEEHEE'D. idc if it's just a goof and not entirely canon im keeping it in here.

later on, when the trio complete the puzzles and find a well-decorated baby ghost named willow inside a willow tree, bbh's behavior to willow is very endearing and also straight-forward, casually offering some steak that he stole from rurus' house. he finds the way out of the tree for them by hearing a raccoon's chitter, and lilith comments "you're really good at talking to raccoons for some reason..." and rurus pokes further with "did you have a special relationship with a raccoon?" "yeah i- i speak raccoon." this of course is brought up from the perspective of both of them knowing his lore out of character and wanting to poke fun, but it's also a fun coincidence that it was a raccoon, as raccoons are very special to pomme. it starts storming, and rurus tells bad to give willow his hood but alternatively gives willow his soul lantern instead since his hood is a "...non-removable item...".

when they bring willow back to lilith's house, he continues stealing like he has been since he was summoned, but this time he takes a cookie from a cookie jar and passes one to willow before taking one for himself. when willow thanks him and says she loves cookies, he gives her another and says "you can never have too many cookies!" which would immediately make you think of his kids and their cookies, dapper especially as they're a total cookie fiend. as willow settles in he teaches willow the first and only lesson he's given to her so far: "whenever someone invites you into their home, you get to take whatever you want!!" he goes upstairs and shows himself and willow around lilith's house, rurus mentions a gaming chair, of which was a toilet. bad takes it and says, "i know someone who would love this!" which of course would be richas' gaming set-up that had a toilet for a chair because of a prank, if i remember correctly.

bad asks where his room is, making an assumption that his summoning meant he was going to move in. when lilith says he could stay at rurus', REALLY not wanting him here, he says "i can't have a room at both??" like the greedy little man he is. <3 willow is then shown her own room, where bad then proceeds to place the furniture he stole from lilith into the room for her.

the birth certificate is revealed! willow is lilith's daughter, and bbh is her guardian demon. (many were unsure if he was a parent to willow but lilith clarified on twitter that he's a guardian demon that will show up from time to time) rurus inquires if HE scribbled his name there, and he says "no, no! that's crazy. that'd be ridiculous." in a bit of a liar voice.

when he accidentally picks up willow's sign, he courteously says "im sorry," and gives it back, prompting rurus to tell lilith she could just ask and he'd give her stuff back. when she does in a cutesy way, he dodges it entirely by saying "no hablo inglés" and when lilith demands for the furniture in spanish, he says "i don't speak spanish". i wouldn't call it entirely parental as willow's not his kid, but as you can tell bbh has shown far more care and respect to this child he just met than his contractors. the trickster has priorities!

they tuck willow into bed, and bbh falls asleep standing up, when lilith starts shoving him saying it's time to get him to bed, he wakes up suddenly, yelling "night terrors!! night terrors!!" we know he's gone long periods of time without sleeping, but he's having night terrors when he does...

bbh has technical issues, and during that time, rurus and lilith have a back and forth about him and their contract which is summarized in the bout with nex above. rurus says "you know, i used to be able to swear before i knew him, and now i can't." "huh! that's a weird incantation." this itself is likely a joke about their out of character friendship, but they come up with the idea that he might have a literal swear jar that he puts people's swears in, never to be said again lol.

lilith decides to keep the portal open as bad loses summoning connection to their world (aka technical difficulties) so he can visit whenever he likes to be a guardian demon for willow.

this wraps up the mythcraft section of new q!bbh pieces! onto arkanis!

a lot of people were unsure if mr. x would be q!bbh, but it becomes VERY clear based on how he acts with familiar faces, and some late night conversations...

not much to note when bad / mr. x greets fit, but there's a very silly familiarity when he says he'd like to take fit out to brunch right before talking about torturing him... yeah sure man why not O_O when fit asks if he's considered being GOOD and not murdering people, bad says "i considered it, but my therapist says i should embrace my hobbies. im trying to listen to my therapist more." so he at least had a therapist in recent times to tell him this, because on quesadilla island when asked about therapy, he mentioned something along the lines of that he tried therapy once, but he'd get chased out of town by people with pitchforks.

to briefly dissect the cutscene, from what i've learned, bad floating is a sign that he's powerful in valigma! only people with magic in valigma can float, examples being araldo when we get to see him later, and also bia raux who is also brought up to bad when telling him the current lore after the event. also. the manor. the banquet. i love you builders, it's so eggpire-coded. that man can't escape the aesthetic of red vines even if c!bbh tried LOL and another fun detail, he has ghosties/souls bursting around him! it's become integral to his character :)

when mr. x encounters the brazilians and his escaped captive fit, all the fantasminhas float around him! it's super cute that the grim reaper got little ghost sidekicks, and then doesn't even recognize that they're ghosts <3 he mostly called denix a gremlin or goblin, but that's because out of character he DEFINITELY knew who the admin was, that's why he bullied them so much and not the others lol.

even though he's having fun annoying everyone as mr x., bad still takes moments for the little ghosts, like spam crouching with amora when she creeps up to him, him and denix bonding by killing a penguin?? and playing songs on the flute and they all surround him and dance. :)

when the find the button room starts, and bad does his npc voice, bagi immediately starts yelling, knowing the "you got this! you can do it!" all too well, and bad keeps saying it in recognition. while it was already true that ak!bagi is a continuation of q!bagi, this interaction itself can be enough to assume that mr. x is q!bbh if he remembers it like she does. when it's revealed it's a find the button room, she's even MORE distressed, "are you responsible for this? please- please tell me you don't..." "i would never!" he says like a liar, and then maniacally laughs. bagi also frequently calls him "bad" and not mr. x unlike mostly everyone else, seeing through the silly alias.

one interesting detail is how hungry mr. x is for totems!! every once in a while he'll mention how he wants more totems popped, in the valigma cemetary / cemetario do valigma, he asks quel for how many totems they have, when they say a hundred, he says "passa tudo!" and drops mobs on them. he really wants totems for some reason!! does he absorb something from it or did he just really hate foolish that day? lol

once the event is over, bad and bagi get to talk! bad becomes uncle to amora, bagi's daughter. amora is immediately very sweet to bad! bagi catches bad up on what's going on in valigma, telling him about araldo and bia, and bagi thinks because he's a demon that he could help the specialists understand and handle the magic themselves, "you see those pink blocks glowing that way? they're like some of the magic powers that this land has, but we can't just touch it and start doing magic all the way through the town. so, basically, there's powers everywhere that we don't know how to use and those two entities fighting each other, they use different kinds of power. so maybe you, being a demon and stuff... maybe you can teach us how to handle this." which, upon mention of him being a demon, he deflects by admiring a streetlamp. bad didn't act this way with lilith and rurus because they were already aware he was a demon since they summoned him, but he never confirmed anything to bagi other than the vague vastness of his age and his immortality, if i remember correctly. which is more than he's confirmed to other people!

bad points out bagi's smoking, "you've taken up smoking, im guessing it's been really hard?" "yeah! yeah, no, that was because, the things i lived before, you know..." "yeah i understand..." "it caused me a lot of trouble." if im correct in assuming this is about the island and losing the kids... :( which bad then segues into asking if there's an ikea. LOL

when jvnq starts taking bad to pac's house to steal furniture, he says "oh wow! you guys are all nice and close together, i like this. yeah, i hate having to walk really far." knowing that q!bbh tried really hard to get people to live close by to him when he was dying so someone would take care of his kids recontextualizes this as living far away being a regret he still holds </3 (not to mention, cc!bad himself regrets building his bases so far away)

when pac says he'll give bad more muffins and furniture if he teaches him how to fly and such, bad deflects by saying "yeah! it's easy, you just got to... you got a- you got a nice view!" and looking at the black hole outside his house.

later on, when bad gets transported by araldo, they seem to get along nicely and araldo wants him to do MORE chaos at some point, which i believe is worrisome if it's true that araldo is the problem in the fight between araldo and bia raux... but also very fitting for him. meanwhile, sent back to his friends, he has only good things to say about him, and also inserted some of his silly lies. the entire interaction feels reminiscent of the times he'd talk about the 'eyeball guy with the snatched waist' aka the watcher, or even cucurucho to a certain degree LOL

when gabe takes bad to space, bad comments that it's a first for him! "the moon is just like i imagined it'd be..." congrats !bbh for having your first moon experience, at least, as far as you can remember!

meanwhile, transported to the mr. x manor, bad gives a dizzying tour to gabe, denix, and amora! he introduces the skeppy room when asked about his bedroom, mentioning he doesn't really need to sleep, and he instead meditates on top of the skeppy. (someone PLEASE feed this man dapper's special cake recipe) he also introduces his chair and i have no doubt that people have shown a comparison of his chair here vs. his chair in the hall of grim but i'll put it here anyways lol. he's also very consistent because the vod i went to to get a screenshot of his hall of grim chair is the near exact same "and this is my chair..." when he introduces it.

when bad, gabe, denix and amora are in the maze that the experts + fit went through to get to the cemetary, they stop at a corner to chat and gabe asks bad "changing the subject a little, if you had a son now what would his name be?" (possibly more gender neutral than the translator says, which is how bad interprets it,) this likely was on the mind because a bit earlier while exploring the manor, denix asked him to give him a second name or middle name and bad hadn't answered. bad stops to think about it, before prefacing "well, i- i've had kids over the years, a couple, but you're saying if i got a new kid, right? what would i name... him... probably... how do you say 'gremlin' in portuguese?" it's the same, but alternatively gabe offers "duende." meaning denix's second name is probably duende now LOL but more importantly, for the first time, at least directly tonight, q!bbh was reminded of his children. gabe contextualizes why he asked, "it's because in this city... anything can happen, you understand? one day you're single, and sad, and the next you have a family." "no, that's true... yeah. i- i understand what it's like, one day you just wake up and you got kids, i totally get it... and then everybody dies, and you're left alone." OOGH. EEYOWCH. we don't know for certain how long q!bbh has been living after escaping quesadilla island, or if even in the end cc!bad is planning that he escapes at all, he might still be bound to it. but however long it's been, he's been carrying onto the weight of everyone disappearing, with only strange creatures (the bunnies, the penguins, cucurucho...) to keep him company once everyone is gone. gabe inquires about if his family died, and he covers up with "oh, no, im just saying that's the inevitable. that's what happens, sorry." ...top 10 sentences that are more depressing when contextualized by an immortal demon with a heart too big for people to comprehend... :( something that bad misses here is denix asking if he wants to adopt amora, but this comes back around!

transported again, while gabe walks bad towards the boat the experts arrived on, he says "valigma keeps many mysteries and lots of trouble, right? fights, in this case many fights, problems, death, pain, suffering, and then we decide to have a child despite all these problems; how can this be, right? it's a weak point." bad says "yeah, love tends to lead to lots of problems..." which would be specifically commenting on taking care of children. and from the perspective of his current situation, being without them... yowch. :( then bad falls into a ravine, shoved by denix, and amora saves him. :) but when he fell he purposefully avoided landing in the water. :(

later on they go to the leaderboard! there amora offers that bad can adopt her for a while, since she's "kinda an orphan" based on the activity of her parents other than bagi, and he accepts :) though knowing he literally can't be active either lol. from then on, amora calls bad "dad" for the rest of the night, and "pai bad" the next day when talking with some of the experts :)

some more fun stops later, they pause in the gallery as gabe explains more of the araldo and bia beef, to which bad says once more to "wine and dine" araldo... if u want it done right, do it urself, geez... chat, beat this guy up for me... he has a weakness for guys with power... another moment in this stop to goof around, bad says "yeah, im really good at cooking... people. meals." which is normal q!bbh and the least surprising thing he's said or done all night.

the night slowly comes to a close, after running into guaxi for a small reunion, he says goodbye with a bang when denix kills him and he logs out. they then contain mr. x's corpse in a box of glass, preserved for memories <3

if this is what post-qsmp has been like for q!bbh so far, IM SO EXCITED FOR MORE!!! and yes i HAVE spent at least 5 hours writing notes as i vod review!!! q!bbh on arkanis felt a lot like a classic day on qsmp with his character plus some pain and suffering, and q!bbh on mythcraft gave us some extra lore bits to think about!!! very very fun, im sooo excited for whatever ending cc!bad has been wanting to make for q!bbh, because if it means he's still kicking it going around to other worlds, all of his pain in tow, IM SO READY!!! thank you if you went through everything here it was a doozy and mostly for yelling about with other people since i haven't been on tumblr for a while and i miss the screams from here. :)

[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!madara, in the courage of your eyes.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who uses your name as an answer to the most difficult questions. for madara, the stars whispered your name every time the difficulties of life threatened him with madness. like a light in his darkness, your name emerged brightly within madara, creating lakes of hope coming from waterfalls of dreams. only your name was enough to invoke in madara a security that went far beyond the comfort of this world. entire universes envied the cosmic creations that blossomed within madara with the invocation of your name. if there was any doubt in madara, if complex questions were asked of him, he could only whisper your name, in a voice so low and tender that it seemed like a prayer to be enchanted. you and only you — the one who could steal all logic from madara and make him delight in the soft sheets of passion. ‘something in me has changed since i met you and i don’t know if i like this new version of myself. no matter how much i want to, no matter how much i try, i just can’t get over you. you’re the only one who haunts me and i don’t know how to get rid of your ghost.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who helps you change your house on the sunniest spring days. whether it’s repainting the wallpapers or setting up a table, whenever you decided you were tired of the banality of your house, madara was the first to offer to help you. even before the first rays of sun painted the day, you and madara were already in your kitchen preparing all the changes while drinking coffee to wake up — this was always your ritual. and how beautiful you looked, totally lost in your ideas. madara liked that about you. madara liked how the simplicity of life was enough to illuminate your soul. your eyes shone with the enthusiasm of a new house and your words were all bathed in pure joy. of course madara would help you. madara liked seeing you in this heavenly state that shone brighter than the sun itself. ‘again? just last week we painted the kitchen cabinets green and now you want to change the bricks? i don’t even know how to make cement! i’ll help you, yes, but… god.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who prepares tea for you whenever you’re feeling down. when you showed up at madara’s house without an invitation, he already knew you weren’t well. yes, you showed up once in a while without telling him; but when you arrived with a weight on your shoulders and a sigh in your chest, madara knew something was up. silently, almost automatically, madara let you enter his house and went to the kitchen as soon as he saw you sitting on the couch. he didn’t say anything — there was nothing to say. knowing you as if you were the reflection of his soul, madara knew perfectly well that there were times when words weren’t necessary; only actions, only gestures, only that peculiar affection disguised as aromatic water. when you needed it, either because you were tired and completely empty, or because you were nervous and completely full, you could show up at madara’s house and he would always make you that tea that you don’t really know what it is, but that always helps you put your thoughts in order. just that hot drink with an enveloping aroma. just madara by your side waiting for your permission to comfort you. ‘i don’t know if what i’m going to say is right, but that’s what i think. you have to stop. stop putting so much weight on yourself. you’re the only one holding you back. you have to stop for a moment and rest.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who always has gossip to share with you. you had yet to discover how someone like madara knew so much about so many people. but the truth is that almost every day, when there was nothing else to talk about between you, madara would whisper to you the latest news from the village. the tone of his voice was quite normal, almost automatic, not giving away the essence of that gossip; his hands gestured in an attempt to follow his words, trying his best to recreate the images madara saw; his eyes focused on the ground, avoiding looking at you because madara knew that, the moment he saw your curious face, he would get lost in his thoughts and words. although it is a mystery to know how, and why, madara knew so much about the village, in those small minutes, while you were lost in his words and the whole world had ceased to exist, madara managed to steal all of your attention and that was all he wanted. ‘remember the baker’s daughter next to my house? i heard she got upset with her boyfriend and already got another one. the problem is that this other one only knows how to cause trouble. and there’s more…’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who chokes when someone uses you to provoke him. madara prided himself on being a man with a focused head and a closed heart. nothing that existed in this world disturbed madara and he was the perfect human for that very reason. however, when your name caressed madara’s ears and stole a heartbeat or two, he couldn’t hide the fact that you, your simple name, disturbed him. a simple word — a series of letters strategically ordered with the intention of invoking your essence. that was all that was needed. just the mention of your existence was enough to bother madara and take him out of that bubble of superiority he was so proud of. whenever he heard your name without expecting it, something happened to madara: his heart would startle, his breathing would stop, and his mind would only be able to sing a symphony guided by the letters of your name. for a brief second that didn’t even exist, madara would get lost in the memory of your simplicity and let his nervousness reveal the power you had over him.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who simply can’t take his eyes off you. you were the cosmic divinity that enchanted madara. simply that. you had poems running through your veins and paintings on your skin; the sun shone in your eyes while stars poured from your mouth in enchanted waterfalls that bewitched madara. inside and out. you were the reason for life, the owner of beauty. monuments were created inspired by your kindness and wars were fought for your love. you were the universe and all the galaxies — a rare beauty on the outside that reflected the inside. how was it possible for madara not to look at you? how was it possible for madara to look away from you when all the darkness inside him felt drawn to you? seeing you was like seeing the creator, and it was in your divinity that madara allowed himself to marvel at you. everything you say, everything you do, everything you are — god. madara was sure you were god. ‘no, i’m not looking at you. i don’t understand this obsession of yours of wanting me to look at you. are you some kind of pervert? is that it?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who wasn’t afraid to say what was in his heart, but he was terrified of your answer. having spent an entire life by your side, madara knew perfectly well what he felt for you. as soon as the seed of love began to germinate in madara’s heart, he quickly tried to use the herbicides of lost loves to wither that plant. but you had a power, some kind of gift that made you immune to any barrier that madara tried to put between the two of you. it was only a matter of time until the plant bloomed, and the aroma emanating from that flower became too intense for madara to ignore. he liked you. there was no denying it, no running away — madara fell in love with you. as such, knowing that honesty was something valued in your friendship, he was not afraid or embarrassed to confess. but your answer scared madara. he didn’t want your dynamic to change. he didn’t want you to move away. madara didn’t want to lose you. the courage that bathed his words came from a celestial force, like a god speaking for madara. afraid, utterly terrified, madara confessed and placed all his hope in that power that motivated him to speak. ‘i fell in love with you over a constant period of years. i was always by your side, and it was easy to know your true essence. it was impossible not to be fascinated by you.’

[silverflqmes]

begging for a cloud x reader fluff of reader hiring him to help her get her cat stuck out of the tree but he loves her so much thats it free of charge

໒⦂ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄.

notes. CLOUD HELPING A KITTY YES<3 anon you are onto something fr tysm for this request, i hope this fulfills what you had in mind, it’s a little on the shorter side.. but enjoy<3

genre. fluff

cloud strife x gn!reader.

getting a cat out of a tree was the last request cloud would have ever thought he’d receive. what was he, an animal whisperer? he could barely communicate with people as it was, and now.. he was standing at the base of a great oak, lips flattened, with mild regret weighing on his conscience.

oh, the things he did for love.

“cloud, be careful! she’s shy around people!” you warned him a few feet away, gazing up at your feline companion — who clung helplessly to a worn down branch.

the blond had to wonder what on earth possessed your fuzzy friend to go into a tree and find the worst possible branch to lay on. it was completely absurd, and downright risky??

a sigh left his lips as he grabbed onto the protruding pieces of bark, shaking his head. “it can’t any worse than getting stabbed in the same place twice.” the former infantryman muttered, scaling the tree slowly, carefully.

cats were typically.. skittish. he remembered that much at least from the time he’d helped out wedge with finding his. therefore, the spiky haired male had to be slow with his advances and quiet, as they didn’t favor loud noises or sudden movements, either.

as cloud finally reached the level the cat was on, he shifted to sit on a sturdy branch, locking eyes with sora — your calico kitty.

distress was evident on her features as she let out a meow that sounded more or less like a cry for help, but the mercenary could tell she had been on guard, too.

“you’re doing great cloud!” you cheered from the ground, stepping closer in case your friend decided to jump down rather than accept your lover’s assistance. “almost there!”

his lips pursed together at the praise, cheeks tinting with pink as he lowered himself, almost hugging the bough he sat atop. “pspspspsps..” ugh, this is so embarrassing. “over here, sora.. gonna need you to inch closer.” he mumbled to the cat, outstretching his hand as far as it could go — which.. was just barely out of reach.

meaning, your feline friend would have to find it in herself to not only put her trust in him, but risk the wood snapping beneath her in an attempt at moving in on him.

a tough decision, indeed.

a frown ghosted the blond’s lips as he curled his fingers toward himself, a gesture to urge the cat to follow. “this is so stupid.. come on, please? y/n’s worried about you.” he pressed, scooting forward, only for the cat to scoot back. just.. great.

cloud let out a groan, nearly tossing his head back, but he didn’t want to risk scaring her. “they’re expecting me to save you, and you’re very important to them — which..” he grumbled, looking away. “means you’re important to me, too.. pay or not.”

something almost seemed to change in sora’s ivy orbs as she blinked up slowly at the other, considering his words — from what he could tell, at least.

you found difficulty in making out their conversation, or well, whatever cloud was trying to tell your cat. it seemed he wanted it kept between her and him.

despite the current situation, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh into your hand. and he said he wasn’t an animal whisperer.

feeling the tips of his ears redden at the intense stare he was given, the owner of strife delivery service let out a low exhale before reaching his hand out one last time. “come on, y/n has treats waiting for you and somewhere way more comfortable to hang out than.. whatever spot you found here.” he added awkwardly, closing his eyes to receive his rejection once more, only.. it never came.

a low crunching noise filled his ears and his sapphire-mako eyes shot open, finding that sora had shifted closer.. at the expense of the branch she held onto.

panic flooded cloud’s system as lunged forward for the multi-colored cat, stretching one hand out to retrieve her while the other grasped onto the limb he previously sat atop.

the gasp that entered his ears was expected, followed by the noise of surprise you’d let out when he safely caught sora.

when aquamarine met olive, cloud shook his head at the cat in his hands before bringing her close to his chest and allowing himself to drop. “you need to be more careful. you may have nine lives, but i don’t..”

a confused meow, as though the feline was feigning ignorance ( most likely ), had been the only response cloud earned in return for his doings as he felt her cheek nuzzle into his chest. were cats always this bipolar?

with the danger gone, you ran up to your boyfriend, panting in relief at the sight of your furry companion clinging him. “geez, — that nearly gave me a heart attack. you just had to wait till the last minute.. you’re lucky cloud was there!”

sora seemed to lower her ears into something akin to the wings of an airplane before she leaned into her savior more, purring quietly.

the action had you gasping, appalled and yet.. touched at the same time that she had taken a liking to your partner.. unless it was just her being defiant.

still, it made cloud blink, not used to being favored by animals as he sheepishly placed a gloved hand to pet her gently. “um.. maybe just stick to cat condos from now on..” he offered quietly when you peered over at him expectantly.

notes. cloud with kitties will never not be cute — i wish he picked up wedge’s cat like tifa did during the plate fall😭 but it’s fine, edits and art exists.. anyways, i hope you enjoyed anon<3

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[metallicames]

You think you can do James hetfield htsd HeadCanons (if you do them) there can be nsfw to if you can want. And I love your story they make me giggle and kick my feet!!! Ahhh!! You make me be more obsessed with Jamie. Hehehe keep doing this!!! Ahhhnn I love you babes!!!

Thank u ❤️ this is my first HeadCanons so please have mercy

SFW

In 2016 James has found a balance between his public and private life.

On stage, he's still the towering, untouchable frontman of Metallica but when he's with you, he truly lets go. You’re his safe haven, the person he doesn’t have to pretend with—no need to fake strength or anger. He shares his deepest thoughts, the doubts and insecurities that still brush up against him, despite everything. He sees you as his balance, his support. He may not say it often in words, but he shows it in every gesture, in every look he gives you.

He loves sharing his passion for music with you—taking you to some concert, holding you close in the crowd under the stage lights.

He doesn’t need big events to be happy. Even with little time, he manages to plan simple yet meaningful dates—like a dinner he’s cooked himself or a spontaneous day trip.

And then there are those moments just for the two of you, far from everything: him sitting with his guitar in hand, you next to him on the couch, the crackling of the fireplace in the background. In those full silences, James finds a rare kind of peace.

From his lips often come sweet words like “baby girl,” “sweetie,” “honey,” or “my angel.” Sometimes he says them with a tender smile, other times as a whisper in your ear with a devilish grin—especially when you’re surrounded by people, just to tease you. He loves to tease.

James needs physical touch like he needs air. When you're together, he always has a hand on you—on your thigh on your waist or holding your hand whit his strong fingers.

When he notices your bare back, highlighted by that one elegant dress that drives him crazy, he can’t resist: he slowly runs his fingers along your spine with the lightest, most intentional touch, sending shivers down your body while he keeps talking to the others at the table as if nothing’s happening. Feeling your breath change because of his touch always drives him wild.

At home, James transforms. As soon as he gets back from the studio or stops tinkering in the garage with his cars, he looks for you. He hugs you from behind, lifts you just to hear you laugh, and showers you with kisses—on your neck, your cheeks, your hands. He’s a “big cuddly bear,” like you often tease him.

Despite having found a much more stable balance there’s a part of James that hasn’t changed: the one that snaps when he feels threatened—or worse, when someone disrespects the person he loves. And this is often a source of conflict between you two: his jealousy, his difficulty in holding back and not giving in to instinct, and his constant fear of abandonment, which becomes especially strong when you go out with friends or are away from him for a few days.

He may seem calm for a moment, maybe with an impassive expression while someone makes an inappropriate comment about you. But those who know him well can see the transformation happening inside. The smile disappears. His gaze turns to ice. His jaw tightens. And his posture shifts—becoming stiff, imposing, intimidating.

NSFW

In this era, like in all eras, James is always ready to fuck you—no matter how tired he might be. If you tease him by sending photos of yourself in lingerie or nudes, you can be sure that when he gets home, you’ll be put in every position possible, and you'll probably end up banging in every room of the house until you're both utterly exhausted.

Sometimes he's the one who teases you: he sends you photos while he's in the recording studio with the others. He takes is a picture showing the bulge of his erection through his tight jeans while he's sitting with his legs open, captioned "I've been thinking about you all day," to get you all worked up.

I firmly believe that James is madly in love with eye contact, both in everyday situations—like parties or dinners with friends—and in intimate moments, he can’t get enough of watching your face as he pushes his cock into you. The way you whine as he guides your hips down. He is mesmerized by the way you moan, the way your eyes rolls back and how your body reacts to his touch.

And of course he can’t tear his eyes away from where his cock’s stretching you open, slick and perfect around him. Every thrust makes him groan low in his throat, filthy and desperate. “Fuck, look at this pussy,” he growls, voice ragged. “Gripping me like it was made for my cock. You take it so fucking good, baby — fuck, you love this, don’t you? I could watch this all night.”

Sometimes he wrecks you senseless against the wall, lifting you up with his hands gripping your ass tight, sliding you down onto his hard cock, thrusting deep inside you until you lose your mind, until you're both sweaty, panting, and completely wrecked with pleasure.

In this era, he fucks you both hard and slow, dominates you with his big body (because yes in this period he was beefy) and with his gestures, choking and slapping you. Leaving you breathless and pushing you to your limits, going wild at the sight of how much you’re enjoying it because of him.

James, in addition to being a very physical man, has also become very vocal over time; he likes to talk to you and praise you. Even though he doesn’t show it, he enjoys being praised in return. Tell him how good he’s doing, how amazing he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks—it drives him even feral. Especially when you call him DADDY—that’s the last straw, the moment he loses all control and literally wrecks you.

He lives to eat you out, any opportunity is a good one for him to spread you wide, face buried between your thighs, growling into your cunt like a beast. Often, you wake up in the morning with him between your legs, eating you like you're his last meal.

And of course he doesn’t care if you have hair— to him, you’re always perfect and irresistible. He preferes natural beauty and body.

After the most intense and wild sex imaginable, he goes back to being the big protective bear he always is. He covers you with kisses and holds you tightly until sleep takes over. He loves feeling the touch of your naked bodies and breathing in your scent throughout the night.

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part two

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 2.6k (2639)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part three!

Sunlight enters with difficulty through the shutters. The cold climate due to the snow has, for a few days, found a heating solution due to the sudden hot sun that hit Milano

Your days, since you returned from the hotel 3 days ago, had essentially been made up of your bed and your sofa: you lay there for hours, your body tired and your mind full of thoughts that couldn't find a way to get out of your head

Kaiser had called you, but you hadn't answered. You had seen the phone ring so many times that at a certain point the ringtone no longer bothered you. Gabriel on the other hand, rather than a call, had given no other signs of life, and you didn't mind that, in fact you were relieved

You didn't know why you hadn't responded to Michael, or rather, you knew but you didn't want to talk about it. You knew very well that he would ask why you had sex, you would end up fighting and even the last person left close to you would disappear. Under these conditions, it was the least of your goals to get Kaiser away from you too

You sigh, reaching out just enough to grab the phone sitting on your bedside table. It was now 4pm and you hadn't gotten up yet, and your only way of still being in contact with the world was to turn on your cell phone from time to time. It was painful to see all the articles about you or Gabriel, but you couldn't stay confined to the world

You turn on your phone, the first news you see is about you and Kaiser. Because yes, in addition to the hundreds of thousands of articles about you and Gabriel, some also talked about how you and Kaiser left the hotel hand in hand. However, the situation had not become unmanageable, given that the media knew about the friendship that concerned you: everyone justified the gesture as a simple gesture of support on Kaiser's part. After all, he was famous too, he was still the main pawn and the most loved member of the Bastard Munchen. You were both known to the world for your beloved friendship that had bound you since you were teenagers

You turned off your phone almost immediately, already unnerved by the amount of articles you had seen in just a few minutes. You put down your phone to grab the remote control, which you point at the television to turn it on

The television turns on, showing a boring cooking Tv program. You change the channel for a few seconds, until your attention is focused on a match that is being played right now

The blond and blue hair stand out in the close-up of Kaiser when he scores a crazy goal. The Italian commentator goes crazy on the microphone, idolizing the Germany prodigy in every way he can. Kaiser celebrates his goal by showing off his beloved neck tattoo, while the stadium goes crazy for him and someone, who you recognize as Ness, jumps on his shoulders. You only remember now that Kaiser had mentioned this match, which would take place in Berlin against PxG, a French team. You remember that you talked about it absentmindedly, without paying who knows how much attention. But you talked about it

Lying on the bed, you find yourself staring at your best friend with an attention you don't always give him. Kaiser was certainly handsome, he was loved by his fan base for his talent as much as his looks

He was charismatic, he knew how to treat a woman and make her feel special. You had taught him this because you wanted him to treat well the girl he would one day marry. In reality, when you lived with him and you hadn't met Gabriel yet, a lot of gossip had flown that you were his girlfriend, that in reality the girl he proclaimed as his roommate and best friend was actually the woman he loved. At the time you weren't yet famous, and the gossip had sucked you in so much that it made you question how you actually viewed Kaiser. But the result was that you simply fell in love with Gabriel. In the back of your mind, you remembered that you had once actually liked Michael. Not as a best friend. Like a lover

You were still a teenager and had recently moved to Hamburg. Every time you saw Kaiser after weeks or months of being apart, your heart would explode with happiness when you hugged him again. You knew that, for a period at least a year long, you had seriously liked him. You had never declared yourself for the simple reason that the relationship was fine for you as it was, and therefore your feelings had slowly dissolved into the air. Everything had been natural

The whistle signals the end of the match. Bastard Munchen wins for the umpteenth time and the players celebrate among themselves, while journalists begin to descend on the field to interview the players. The commentator reserves a few words about today's match, but you don't listen to him; your attention is captured in the way Kaiser's goal is replayed, and then the screen switches to him, sweaty, smiling at the camera in a way only he can. You don't blame his fanbase for loving him, in some cases, even just purely for his looks. He's amazing and he knows he is

The match ends, the television broadcasts an advertisement. You stay still for a few seconds, realizing that maybe you should get out of bed, but the moment you put your feet in your slippers you get a call: you turn to the nightstand, where the name 'mihya ♡' stands out on the screen

You look at the phone. You didn't answer his last calls, you didn't even update him by text except to tell him that you were still alive. The match is over now, he should celebrate the victory with his teammates and talk to journalists about today, but why is he calling you?

You've been worrying him since he returned to Germany, you know that; he doesn't deserve it, because at the moment he is the only one who is actually caring about how you are, while accepting your rejection when you don't answer your calls. He actually cares about you

You pick up the phone, accepting the call. The silence of the first seconds is quite annoying

"Hey"

"Mihya. Hello"

"You have been ignoring my calls for the past few days"

"I know. Sorry"

"Don't apologize, it's no use to me. You must have had your reasons for not answering me, evidently"

You know from the way he says it that he's not blaming you, but at the same time you hate having reality thrown in your face. The silence remains between you for a few more seconds that feel like hours; since you've known him, it's never happened to you that you didn't know what to say to him, but evidently there is a first time for everything. You're almost tempted to ask him about the game, but that would be a roundabout way of admitting that you watched it, and you don't want to, so you both remain silent

"Gabriel is back? Did you two talk or something...?"

"No. I haven't seen him since we argued, and I don't think he'll be around for some time"

You lie, because he explicitly told you that he would solve everything, no one knows how, and he would come back. But worrying Kaiser, who already said he wanted to kill with his own hands, doesn't seem like the right option to you

"I understand. How are you? Do you need anything else?"

"I'm as you know I am, nothing has changed, Mihya. I'm just trying to pick up the pieces again and make something that can leave me alone and calm for a while"

"Speaking of this..."

Michael goes silent. You're tempted to ask him to finish the sentence, but you don't want to force him like he's never forced you to do anything

"I've been thinking about something lately. I haven't been home much lately because of the matches, so it's free. I'm in Germany anyway but currently I change places often"

"What does it mean?"

Kaiser sighs, but you hear him a little more convinced in his sentences

"Come back to live with me. You have the entire house at your disposal since I'm often not there, so you have all the ways to be alone"

Your heart bounces in your chest, and you can swear you feel it outside of you for a few seconds. Your breath stops, but you immediately regain your composure. Kaiser stays silent, but you know he's waiting for you to agree; you know him well, and you know that proposing this to you is just a way for him to feel more at ease, because he hates knowing that you could be in contact with what he hates most in the world, Gabriel

The idea of ​​returning to Germany had crossed your mind for a few days, but you had immediately discarded it due to your job, which was still here. Even though you still received your salary, the agency no longer called you for a photo shoot or a fashion show as you had fired yourself

But now this problem no longer existed

And the thought of moving back in with Kaiser actually didn't sound that bad, even if you still had some doubts about how you would be there

"So?"

"Mihya... I don't know, it might be a nice idea, but..."

You stop talking when you hear the front door open. Your blood freezes in your veins

"Excuse me for a moment..."

You say hanging up the call, placing the phone on the bed and then walking towards the entrance of the house. Your steps are quick as you head towards the entrance, really hoping it was just a noise you imagined

You are petrified when at the entrance, as if nothing had happened, you find Gabriel with his dick face. He enters as if it were nothing, and you wonder how he managed to get in if you had promptly changed the lock on Michael's advice

"Amore!" the boy says laughing, approaching with open arms while you try in every way not to let him touch you, because just the contact disgusts you. But you don't move, petrified by anxiety. You let him hug you, wrap his arms around your body

"You don't know how much it cost me to have another key made, but every euro is wasted well if it's used for you. How have you been doing these days?" he asks whispering against your ear, and you're trying in every way to push him away from you "Leave me" you say, almost in a whisper "Stop it, you don't want to make your pretty little head any more of a burden than it already is, right? What a clumsy girl" he says laughing, and with your hands you try to push him away again "I told you to leave me..." you say placing your hands on his chest, to move him "Come on, do you welcome me like this? It's not polite to treat the man you love like this-" he says, but with a sharp gesture Gabriel staggers and leaves he pulls away from you "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME" you say with a shaking voice, scared and disgusted

Gabriel looks you up and down with an annoyed look. You clench your fists against your sides, trying not to look scared. You look at each other, and in your looks you can read the disgust you feel for each other. Even today you still can't understand how your relationship lasted so long

"Y/n, really, you already know that I apologized to you and that there was just a big misunderstanding..." the boy says, but before he even finishes the sentence you interrupt him "Apologies won't help this time, Gabriel. We're not together anymore and you should leave the house right now" you say in a determined manner, but he tilts his head "Are you serious? I should leave the house that is in my name and that I paid for? And then we didn't break up" he says, and you're having a personal battle not to slap him

"We broke up. I decided it a week ago, and you know it perfectly" you say looking him straight in the eyes "No" he says, but you shake your head "We broke up, Gabriel. And you're right, I'll leave the house..." you say nodding, turning to go to your room to get your suitcase again, which you haven't unpacked. Gabriel follows you, grabbing your wrist before you reach for your suitcase

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? To the other house, which is still in my name? Another time in a stupid hotel, pretending to be desperate? Do you have the damned fucking idea that since you quit the agency is going out of our way to hire you again?” he says forcing you to turn towards him. Your wrist hurts, and you try to free yourself "I don't care! You won't have me again in that golden cage you're so proud!" you say, freeing yourself, but he grabs your other wrist

"You talk, you talk, but you really don't know a shit! You still work for me, do you understand that Y/n?" he says squeezing, and to free yourself you kick him between the legs, taking the suitcase as you run towards the exit of the house. You grab your phone and open the door, seeing Gabriel walk out of the bedroom. You look at him in disgust, tears threatening to spill out "Keep playing your stupid games, I don't care. But you depend on me, you are still my most beautiful and famous model. You need me as much as I need you" he says lightly, but the words come through straight to your ears. You turn around, walking down the stairs to your apartment "Go, go to the other house. You have nowhere else to go that doesn't belong to me" he says leaving the apartment, seeing you going down the stairs

You grip the handle of your suitcase, trying hard not to scream because other people live in the apartments next to yours. But you can't take it anymore, you hate that he thinks he has so much importance in your life

"IN GERMANY YOU ARE NOBODY! STOP TALKING, BECAUSE I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO LIVE IN A PLACE THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU. FUCK YOU AND YOUR WHOLE AGENCY, I'M GOING TO LIVE WITH KAISER" you shout from the stairs, and some neighbors look out worriedly. Gabriel is speechless, and you're satisfied that you made him that way

You go down all the stairs, arriving at the sidewalk outside the building, where you get into a taxi. "To the airport, please" you say, sighing, and the car takes off heading in the direction

In the silence of the car, you only now understand the extent of the situation you are in. You are moving back to your home country, with the person you have yet to talk to about what really happened between you. Everything is changing, and you don't know whether to be scared or not. But seeing Kaiser, in the moment, you know will make you heal a little from the pain inside

You pick up the phone, open a chat

mihya ♡

you — I'm coming back to you, mihya. Wait for me at the airport in a few hours — 17:26

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Bob and the Superhero Love Story Arc

Masterlist

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/sentry x (f)reader

Tags: fluff, feelings, kissing, comfort, learning disabilities, childhood friends, found family (thunderbolts), some nice times because Bob deserves it

You were just an intern at The Washington Post, clutching your phone as you tried to keep up, typing every word Valentina said with great effort. Your brows knit in concentration. This could be your big story. You didn't want to mess it up.

You looked up off your screen to take a brief look at the new Avengers.

Then your eyes caught on him.Your hand flew to your mouth.

He’d changed.

He used to hunch over like he was trying to disappear into a desk. Now he stood tall—broad-shouldered, navy sweater tight across his chest. His curly brown hair was longer and messier, but it still fell into his blue eyes when he looked down.

Your old classmate, Bob. Your first crush... was an Avenger. A superhero!

You were ten years old.

You were both in the same special needs class in elementary school.

Even if your needs were different.

It was your first day at a new school after you and your older sister had just moved to a new town. It was a small suburban town, with a small school at its center and small classrooms. Your sister had registered you at the main office, quietly informing the principal that you had a learning disability. He nodded and got up to exchange some hushed wispers with the front desk lady. A moment later, the woman offered a soft smile before motioning for you to follow. "Come with me, hun."

Down the hallway, she led you into a quiet classroom where about ten students your age sat. The teacher paused mid-lesson as the door opened, and everyone turned to look at you next to the front desk lady.

"Miss Brown, please welcome your newest student," the secretary said.

The teacher, an older woman with kind eyes and a denim vest, nodded. "Good morning, why don't you come up here and introduce yourself."

You walked up to the front of the class, slightly fidgeting with the hem of your dress and told everyone your name.

Ms. Brown smiled. "It's very nice to meet you, y/n. We don't get new students often around here."

Gesturing to a boy at the far end of the room, she said. "You can have a seat next to Robert."

He sat alone, half-curled into his hoodie, shaggy brown hair hanging over blue eyes. The desk beside him was empty. You crossed the room with your backpack slung awkwardly over your shoulders, pulled the chair back, and sat down. Your hands were slow as you pulled out your notebook and pencils.

"Hi," he wispered, looking up for only a second.

You smiled. "Hi. I’m Y/N."

He nodded. "I know. You told us a minute ago."

"Right," you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat. You sometimes blabbed when you were nervous. "I like your name, Robert."

"Bob’s okay," he murmured, opening his notebook and scribbling the date in the corner.

At lunch, a few of your classmates came over, smiling and curious.

Feeling like you somehow said the wrong thing, you turned to your desk and did the same, copying down the teacher’s notes.

Your grip tightened on your pencil as the words blurred. Like they always did.

"Hey, I’m Alex," a boy said.

"I’m Kate. I like your dress," added a girl sitting beside him.

A few more names followed. A boy named Timothy and a girl named Gillian.

"So, what do you have?" Timothy asked plainly.

You blinked. "What do you mean?"

He motioned vaguely around the room. "Everyone's got something in this class. I have ADD. Alex is on the spectrum... what about you?"

"Oh," you understood now, swallowing. "I’m dyslexic," you said quietly, pressing your lips together the way you always did when you told someone about your disability.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Bob glance up from his desk, eyes flicking to your notebook before returning to his.

"What’s that?" Kate asked.

"I... I have difficulty reading," you explained.

They gave you a variety of looks. Some curious, others sympathetic.

"I’ve never heard of that," Gillian said. "Sounds awful."

"Gillian," Bob said, without looking up.

Gillian grimaced, giving you an apologetic look.

"It's okay," You smiled, grateful even for that brief defense. "It’s not too bad," you said, even if you didn’t always believe it.

The truth was that the school didn’t have the resources to distinguish between different types of needs. So, they grouped everyone together. And in time, you all became something like friends.

But Bob was still... distant. When you all tried to include him in group games or projects, he’d just shake his head, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on his desk.

Until one day.

Your sister was late to pick you up, and most of the others had already gone home. You sat on the curb, arms wrapped around your backpack, and then noticed Bob lingering nearby.

You plopped down next to him, your leggings brushing against his scraped-up knees poking through wrinkled cargo shorts.

"Your parents not picking you up?" you asked.

He flinched slightly, then glanced over. His hair was a mess and falling into his eyes. You had the sudden urge to brush it away.

"Sometimes they’re late. Or they forget," he said with a sad little smile, eyes fixed on his shoes. "It’s alright."

You frowned. He smiled, but he clearly wasnt happy. You looked around, trying to come up with something to change his mood.

You froze when your gaze landed on the school playground. "Wanna go on the swings?"

He looked at you, uncertain.

You offered your hand. "Come on. It’ll be fun."

He hesitated. Then, slowly, his hand met yours. It trembled slightly in your grip.

It was that day you first felt it. A little flutter in your chest came with holding his hand. A crush.

From then on, you watched him more closely. How he always sat in the back. How he flinched at loud noises. How his eyes lit up when a teacher asked a question about science, or outer space, or machines.

It was during a group project—the group being your entire class— that you realized how sharp he was.

You and your classmates were brainstorming ideas for a model bridge, and Bob sat at his desk and mumbled something about tensile strength and suspension systems.

Kate blinked. "How’d you know that?"

He shrugged. "It was in one of Ms. Brown’s books."

"Huh. That sounds smart. Let me write it down for the presentation," Alex said, scribbling it down. "Thanks, Bobby."

Bob smiled a small smile. "Sure thing."

And that smile stuck with you longer than it should have.

You enjoyed math's and sciences enough, but your favorite subjects were history and literature. The ones that ironically required a LOT of reading and writing. After your sister showed you a movie about a pair of journalists who uncover a major political conspiracy, you had your goals set on becoming a journalist. And for that, you'd have to ace the humanities.

One afternoon, you were hunched over your history book, researching for an assignment, frustrated nearly to tears. The letters wouldn’t sit still.

"Can I?" Someone asked softly. You looked up and saw Bob, taking a seat next to you, motioning toward the book.

You nodded, swallowing hard and handing it to him. Afraid that if you'd open your mouth, you'd might let out a sob.

He read aloud, voice low and steady. Something about the way he spoke made it all easier. You could’ve listened to him for hours.

You never told him how grateful you were. How safe you felt in that moment.

By the time you both turned sixteen, Bob had started to withdraw even more. You still waved in the halls. Sometimes he waved back, sometimes he didn’t. He was absent more often than not. But somehow, his name always showed up on the academic distinction list that was plastered on the wall at the end of each term.

The crush still lingered, quiet and patient.

He didn’t come to graduation.

And you wouldn’t see him again for a long, long time.

You were twenty-two now.

The surprise press conference was in full swing. Cameras flashed as Valentina stood at the podium, parading the new Avengers. The memory of the recent disaster still lingered in the air.

You’d been on the opposite end of New York during the Void attack, but the moment authorities announced it was safe to return, you were assigned to cover the story. So you rushed to the scene with your press badge and your crew.

You were just an intern at The Post, clutching your phone as you tried to keep up, typing every word Valentina said with great effort. Your brows knit in concentration. This could be your big story. You didn't want to mess it up.

You looked up off your screen to take a brief look at the new Avengers.

Then your eyes caught on him.

One of the team members was clapping awkwardly with the crowd, standing a little behind the others like he didn’t quite belong.

Your hand flew to your mouth.

Oh my God.

"What is it?" Your co-worker, Anthony, asked while snapping pictures with his professional camera.

"Uhm, nothing. I'm just excited about the story." You mumbled, your eyes glued to Bob.

He’d changed.

He used to hunch over like he was trying to disappear into a desk. Now he stood tall—broad-shouldered, navy sweater tight across his chest. His curly brown hair was longer and messier, but it still fell into his blue eyes when he looked down.

But his smile—shy, unsure—was exactly like you remembered.

Your old classmate, Bob. Your first crush... was an Avenger. A superhero!

After the conference, you circled the venue until you found him, chatting with the Avengers. You made your way over.

Only to be stopped by a stone-faced agent.

"Stand back," he said flatly.

"Right. Sorry." You lifted your badge. "I’m with The Washington Post."

He gave you a once-over. "Interns don’t get access to the Avengers."

The comment was meant as a dig, but it didn't work. By now, you were used to being overlooked and underestimated. And you knew you could deal with it with sass when the time was right. You raised a brow and offered a charming smile. "You’re gonna regret that when I’m head writer someday."

He snorted. "Come back when that happens."

"Come on," you said, trying not to sound desperate. "I just want one statement from the team."

"No—"

"I give statement to nice young lady," came a booming voice behind him.

You turned to see the Red Guardian looming like a wall of muscle, casting a long shadow over the both of you.

"We have orders—" the agent began.

"Davai, Shoo, little man. I get brand deal now," Alexei said, swatting him away like a fly.

You blinked, feeling starstruck. "You're the Red Guardian. From the Soviet Union."

"I am him, yes." He grinned a bearded, gold-toothed grin. "Washington Post, you said, da? I enjoy watching senators play... what you call... football. Ridiculous game. The name makes no sense. It's called football, but they hold it in their hands—ne vazhno. it's very violent. Entertaining."

You read a lot about him in your history of the Cold War 101, a required course in your journalism program. Alexei was truly a fascinating figure, a warrior. A spy. A soldier. A human experiemnt. There was so much about him still unknown to the public, and let's face it, probably to himself too.

And he stood in front of you in the flesh.

"Uhhh..." Before you could say more, a quiet voice spoke up.

"Y/n?"

Bob had stepped beside Alexei, eyes wide with recognition. Your heart skipped. His voice was deeper now, steadier.

You smiled, a little breathless. "You remember me?"

He nodded, warm and surprised. "Of course I remember you." His gaze roamed down your body, and a pink coloring appeared on his cheek. He'd changed since you were kids, and so had you.

Recovering, he turned to the others, gesturing to you. "Guys… this is a friend from back home."

They all gave you the once-over, some more skeptical than others. You offered a sheepish smile and wave.

Bob glanced at your badge. His brows lifted. "You’re with The Post? That’s amazing!"

There was genuine pride in his voice.

You smiled back, feeling something catch in your throat. "Well… interning for now. But yeah. It’s a real dream come true." You hesitated, then added, "And you’re an Avenger!"

According to Valentina, he was one of the strongest beings alive, too.

He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You probably don’t remember me that well. I mostly—"

"I remember you, Bob."

He blinked. Swallowed. Opened his mouth—and couldn’t find the words.

The agent came back, signaling to you to wrap things up.

You cleared your throat and lifted your recorder. "Sentry, can I get a statement on this exciting new team-up?"

Bob opened his mouth, then closed it without saying anything. He did this a couple of times.

Beside him, John Walker elbowed him. "Say something before you embarrass yourself."

Bob coughed. "C-can I see you again?"

Walker winced, shaking his head. Alexei let out a deep chuckle, rubbing his belly as he looked between you and Bob.

You froze, lowering the recorder. Then let out a small, surprised laugh.

"I mean, we don’t have to—" Bob backtracked.

"How’s next Monday?" You cut in.

His eyes lit up. "I’d… I’d like that."

You tore a page from your notebook and scribbled your number. When you handed it to him, he looked at it like it was something rare.

"I do not like her," Yelena muttered, pacing the lounge.

Ava rolled her eyes from where she was sprawled on the couch. "What now?"

"Too pretty."

"I know," Bob mumbled sat in a chair, eyes on the floor. "Why would someone like her want to be with someone like me?"

Walker chuckled, chips halfway to his mouth from the bowl he held in his hand. "Nice going, Yelena."

"What?! No—," Yelena exclaimed, then turned to Bob. "I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay?"

"You can’t protect Bobby from everything, docha," Alexei said with a shrug, stretching out over the other leather sofa. "Even heartbreak is part of every mans journey."

Bob frowned. "Heartbreak...?"

"Oh my God," Bucky groaned, rubbing his temples. "Can you all shut up? They haven’t even gone on one date yet."

He clapped a hand on Bob’s shoulder. "Relax, son. It’ll be okay. Not that im, uh... the poster child for romance, but she doesn't seem like the kind to break your heart."

"Plus, you're an Avenger now." Walker piped up. "Show it off... act like it. If you get what I'm saying."

That gave him reassurance. And enough courage to text you that evening and invite you over.

New tech filled the lab at Stark Tower. Bob was tucked into the far corner, flipping through the worn, half-burned files from Valentina’s vault.

Equations lined the whiteboard in his handwriting. On the table beside him lay pages from Tony Stark’s notebooks, dog-eared and annotated with scribbled notes. Every so often, he muttered to himself, tapping a finger on a page.

"Hydrogen density ratios don’t match…" he murmured, then sighed. "Unless the pressure chamber’s offset by six degrees…"

You smiled at the door. Sentry—the mighty Avenger—looked like a very tired, very nerdy engineering student.

You cleared your throat.

He looked up, startled, then grinned sheepishly. "Oh. Hey. Sorry, I was just… working on something for the team."

"It’s okay. Your friend Walker let me in." You stepped closer, glancing over the papers. "Anything interesting?"

"Sam’s flight suit overheats at high altitudes. I thought Stark’s insulation algorithm might be adaptable."

You nodded slowly. "Wow. That sounded really smart. I wish I understood half of it." You chuckled.

"I can explain it to you," he offered, shrugging. "If… that’s something you want to hear."

"Yeah. Definitely." You bit your lip. "Maybe over pizza, though?" You raised your brow in emphasis.

His eyes lit up as he remembered your date. He shoved away at the papers.

"I didn't forget." He rushed out. "I just got carried—"

You let out a soft chuckle. "Its fine, Bob. You don't have to apologize."

His shoulders dropped with a sigh of relief.

You licked tomato sauce off your fingers. "So, you’re solving cooling issues while the Red Guardian is learning how to post on Instagram?"

"He is?" Bob asked before taking a bite of his peperoni and mushroom slice.

You held out your phone. "He’s live right now. Doing a Q&A."

Bob raised a brow. "Wow. Twenty thousand viewers?"

"They mostly ask him about his workout regimen."

He snorted.

The two of you walked side by side down a quiet Midtown street, the city’s hum distant behind you. Hands jammed into his jeans pockets, he nudged a pebble with the toe of his sneaker now and then. No godly aura. Just… a guy.

You laughed softly as you reached your building. "You’re still the same, you know."

Bob looked down. "I don’t feel the same."

You watched him—how his jaw flexed when he was deep in thought, how his brow furrowed like it always had. "You are. Just taller."

At the door, you turned your key. "Thanks for walking me home."

"Anytime." He lingered, hands still in his pockets. "Can I see you again?"

"I’m heading to D.C. next week for a press conference," you said, before joking. "Wanna fly down to meet me, Sentry?"

He smiled. "I might stop by if I’m in the area." Then he leaned in and kissed your cheek before wishing you a good night.

A knock came from your hotel window.

Sunset spilled across the National Mall in orange, blue, and soft pink. Stepping away from your papers and notes you've collected from the day, you walked over, heart skipping as you spotted him hovering over the balcony, wind in his hair, a shy grin on his face.

You threw open the window. "Oh my god!"

"How was work?" he asked.

Shaking your head, you laughed. "This isn’t real."

"I want to show you something." He held out his hand.

"…Are you serious?"

"Trust me."

You hesitated, then pulled on a jacket and boots before coming back and placing your hand in his.

"If you drop me—"

"I won’t."

With a gust of air, you lifted into the sky, wrapped in his hold. The city dropped away beneath you, a sea of lights and honking horns. Your stomach tensed as your hands gripped his shoulders.

"Don’t let go!"

He laughed above you, the sound vibrating agains your ear, and tightened his hold.

"I won’t, I promise." he said quietly.

He brought you to a rooftop that overlooked the Potomac, the city was wide and glittering in the distance. Wind woodshed around as Bob touched down, setting you down gently.

You whispered. "This is… amazing."

By a rusted AC unit, a picnic blanket was laid out with a paper bag and two bottles of Coke.

"Did you do this?" you asked, sitting beside him, knees brushing.

"Do you like it?"

You peeked into the bag and gasped. "Burgers? This is the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to anyone!"

You took a bite of your burger and moaned. “God, this is good. All i had to eat today was a croissant for breakfast." You turned to him. "You really are a superhero."

He chuckled.

"Im not kidding." You insisted.

"What can I say? I’m setting the bar high."

His smile faltered as he turned and looked out at the horizon. "Still doesn’t feel real."

You wiped around your mouth, lowering the burger in your hand. "Must’ve been a massive adjustment, huh?"

"Sometimes, when everyone’s asleep, I just sit there… waiting to wake up. Like this is a dream."

You blinked, unsure what to say.

"You remember everything now?" You asked.

He nodded. "Bits. Enough. Mostly the bad parts."

You placed a hand on his. "Wanna to talk about it?"

"I should." He hesitated. "My therapist says it’s healthy. But maybe not right now."

You nodded. "Whenever youre ready."

He glanced at you. "I was wondering… when we were kids, how did you handle your dyslexia?"

You leaned back on your palms. "It was hard. People often thought I was lazy. Until I finally went to a school that recognized what having a learning disability means."

His jaw tensed. "Thats not fair. Im sorry."

"It's not so bad." You shrugged with an easy-going smile. "I got creative. Audiobooks helped a lot. Or people reading to me. Like you used to."

He looked at you, something tender in his eyes.

You asked gently, "Where did you disappear to after high school?"

His gaze drifted. "Nowhere good. I tried to… change. To fix myself. But Sentry—he wasnt a good solution. I couldn’t stop the—"

He stopped talking when he realized he was about to say "void" and possibly reveal his dangerous alter ego to you. He wasn't sure how you would react.

"I couldn’t stop the bad times. Until the guys helped me claw my way out."

"Its good you have them," you said softly. "And that you’re here."

He finally looked at you. His eyes were glassy, filled with something wounded and ancient.

"Yeah," he said. "I guess it is."

The two of you sat like that. Talking and watching the city light up the night.

After he flew you gently back to your balcony, Bob touched down with barely a sound, the soles of his sneakers brushing against the floor. The wind tugged at his hoodie, making his hair tousled from the flight.

He stepped back, motioning for you to go inside. But you lingered in the doorway.

"Thanks for tonight," you said, your voice low, carried barely above the breeze.

He smiled, looking down at his shoes. "Anytime."

You hesitated.

Then stepped toward him.

Before he could say another word, you leaned up and kissed him softly.

He froze for a second. His breath caught, sharp and startled.

You wondered if it was a good surprise or a bad one.

But before you could pull away, his hand lifted, finding the small of your back, pulling you gently but firmly closer.

His fingers rose to your jaw, warm against the curve of your neck. His lips softened into yours, gradually going deeper, more certain.

You gasped softly against his mouth as his his thumb traced the edge of your cheekbone. The scent of him, laundry detergent and wind, filled your senses. Your hands found his chest, feeling the muscles and ribs underneath his hoodie.

His hand shot out, bracing against the wall beside your head with a solid thud, his body crowding yours back into the doorway. Your blood roared in your ears.

And then you heard a crack.

You pulled back slightly, breathless. "What was that?"

He glanced at his hand, still pressed to the wall… or rather, into the wall.

A small hand shaped hole had formed beneath his palm—brick flaked and splintered, dust crumbling down.

Bob blinked. "…Shit."

You burst out laughing.

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Great. Smooth. Way to go, Bob."

"You dented my wall!" you exclaimed, but you were still laughing.

"Yeah, well, you kissed me!"

You stared at each other. Then you were both laughing.

You grinned. "Goodnight, Bob."

He stepped back, hovering just off the balcony, the night air catching the hem of his hoodie like wings. His eyes never left yours.

"Goodnight, y/n" he said, voice low and happy.

And then he rose into the sky.

Bob came back to Avengers tower at around two in the morning.

"Where have you been?!" Yelena ran to him in a range, then pulled him into a hug. "Don't just walk off like that without telling us where you're going!"

Bucky leaned against the wall behind her, his face a mixture of disinterest and worry. "She's right. You could have been hurt."

Bob wanted to laugh, he felt like a kid being lectured by his parents, but in a good way. He's never experienced that before.

"Did everyone forget the part where I'm invincible and have superstrength?" Bob patted Yelena on the back as she hugged him, muttering angrily that if she had to tie him to herself, again, she'll do it.

"Yeah, and what about your other version of pops by to say hello again?" Ava walked up to the living room with her hands folded.

His smile dropped. Ava was right. He slowly relearned to control Sentry's powers, but he never learned to control the Void. Hell, he barely understood what the Void even was, and thanks to Valentina, any scientist who may be able to clear that up was dead.

He didn't feel the void resurface as much since becoming an avenger. Even forgetting about him—especially since things were going so well with you.

"Ah, relax and let the kid have some fun, would ya?" Walker strolled out of the kitchen in bunny slippers and civilian clothing, his presence a welcome disruption of the tension. "You did have fun, didn't you, Bobby?"

Bob nodded eagerly, then slowed his movement when he saw Yelena's narrowed eyes. Now was probably not a good time to mention the fact that he got so excited from your kiss that he broke a brick wall with his hand.

"You be careful of pretty girls." She pointed a finger at him, then turned towards the hallway. "Hooligan, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

As his team all dispersed into their rooms, Bob plopped down on the couch. Instead of trying to wake up from a dream, he played with the strings of his hoodie, smiling as he thought of your laugh.

[prettycalla]

EDDIE MUNSON || ALPHABET HEADCANONS

Pairing: Eddie/Reader

Word Count: 2k

Alphabet template by @ the-coldest-goodbye

(Me? An Eddie fan? Shocking, I know. I’m still writing a ton of Emperor stuff, but it’s been a long while since I’ve done anything for Eddie, so here we are!)

Masterlist

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Eddie is a menace. He likes to try and live up to the ‘mean and scary’ image that people have of him, but really he’s a big goofball and you both know it. He lifts and spins you when you hug him, he bows theatrically to kiss your hand, and God forbid your shirt rides up even the smallest amount in front of him because he will blow the biggest raspberry on your stomach until you’re shrieking with laughter.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You’d likely meet after being partnered with him for a project, which would result in you trying to keep him focused while he kept trying to make you laugh. He’d eventually start seeking you out more and more until you’re firmly part of his friend group.

When he realises he has a crush on you, he’ll act annoyingly aloof and a little mean because he thinks that’s what you’ll like and make you reciprocate. Instead, he ends up hurting your feelings and wants to punch himself for being an idiot. (He might not tell you how he feels right away, but he’ll at least apologise and make sure you make up.)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Eddie has no qualms with being touchy if he's comfortable with you. If you’re smaller than him, he’ll drape his arms over your shoulders and rest his chin on the crown of your head. He doesn’t know a lot of people taller than him, so if you're one of them, he’ll secretly love being able to tuck his head under your chin when he hugs you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Any mention of marriage and kids and Eddie’s ready to run for the hills. But that doesn’t mean he’s afraid of commitment. Whenever he thinks of his future, no matter how far ahead, he always pictures you with him. He can’t see a future without you now that you’re a part of his life. He just has difficulty with the labelling of it all.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Eddie’s not the best at dealing with his feelings. They get so muddled in his head and make him tongue-tied. Break-ups would be difficult, to say the least.

If you had to break up with him, he'll try and hold it together, but he'll have so many questions, wondering what he did wrong and how he can fix it.

If Eddie had to break up with you, he'll shove a letter at you and hide in his trailer for as long as he can before you finally track him down to talk to him properly.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Eddie worries about becoming like his dad. The idea of marriage makes him think too much of his parents, and he'd struggle with it, although he'd certainly be devoted enough to you as if you already are married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Eddie has a lot of energy, and it pours out of him in different ways. His moods can change quickly, and he often says and does things on the spur of the moment without thinking them through.

If you're a shy or nervous person, it would take him a while to remember not to sneak up on you or suddenly lift you. He'd learn to become better at smaller gestures, like holding your hand or draping his arm over your shoulder.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

If you're close, Eddie will quickly become a human backpack, to the point where you feel weird when he's not hanging off you.

How he holds you depends on the situation. A quick greeting is an arm slung around your shoulders to pull you close. If he hasn't seen you in a while (or he's just really missed you), he'll gather you up in his arms until you can hardly breathe. If you're stressed or anxious, he'll have you sit between his legs with his arms wrapped around your middle, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He wouldn't plan how he says it - it just falls out of his mouth one day. You're in the middle of telling him the most ridiculous story, the two of you on the verge of tears from laughing, and he blurts it out.

"God, I love you."

Immediately he realises what he's said and desperately tries to play it off, but it's too late. You heard it. It takes quite a bit of coaxing on your part after that to make him tell you how he feels.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Eddie's never had the easiest time fitting in. While he's an attractive guy, he's not exactly conventional in how he presents himself, and between that and his reputation, a lot of people tend to steer clear of him. He has his own crowd who understand him and like him as he is.

That being said, Eddie is going to be protective of you. You're like something out of his dreams, how could he not be jealous if someone else shows interest in you? It'll take him a while to settle, and he'll need reassuring. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's that sometimes he gets too far into his own head and thinks you deserve better.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

As much as I love the idea of Eddie being experienced and amazing at this sort of thing, I don't really buy it when I look at him sometimes.

He either thinks he knows what's he doing and gets so overzealous that his head bumps yours, or he's so nervous about kissing you - because it's you, it has to be perfect - that he starts talking until he's rambling.

It takes you a while to calm him down, but when he eventually does kiss you, it's more than you could have ever asked for.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Eddie’s great with kids, because he’s a big kid himself. With very little ones, he crouches down to their level to look them in the eye while they talk. He asks lots of questions and dramatically reacts to everything they say like it's the most exciting thing he's ever heard.

That's not to say that he can't be childish, and sometimes he needs to be reminded that he's the adult in the argument he's in the middle of - especially if it's something DnD related.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He is not a morning person. Getting Eddie out of bed requires holding a black coffee and a lit cigarette under his nose like a dog with a treat until he's eventually roused. There’s no getting a coherent sentence out of him for at least an hour, and every day he complains about his sleep schedule and promises he’s gonna get an early night tonight, but he never does.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Eddie comes alive at night. He likes to go for little adventures in his van, stopping at all-night convenience stores and finding a quiet spot to stargaze and smoke, and you’re always pulled along for the ride.

If he goes to bed at a reasonable time, he stays up most of the night, writing down ideas for songs or flipping through magazines. He talks for hours, telling you his ideas for a new campaign or about a fantasy book he's been reading. Eventually you have to lie down and pretend to sleep just to get him to settle. He's mad now, but he'll be grateful in the morning that he's slept, even if it was only for a few hours.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Eddie has never shut up once in his life. He tries to act cool and mysterious, but things just keep falling out of his mouth. He can’t help himself around you. You know practically everything about him after about a week of knowing him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s not the most patient, and he’s easily irritated. Eddie seems to struggle with impulsivity and rigid thinking at the same time. He has difficulty with people changing plans at the last minute, but he also gets bored and distracted easily. He has a bit of a short temper, but it’s never aimed at you. He just doesn't know how to describe how he's feeling in the moment, and it frustrates him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

When it comes to studying, Eddie can’t remember shit, but with you? He remembers everything. You mention that you like a certain candy bar and he always has one in his jacket for you (sometimes a little worse for wear, but it’s the thought that counts, right?). If you don’t smoke, he’ll be sure he never does it around you, and if you do, he’ll always have a cigarette spare.

He loves asking you questions, he wants to know everything about you. He might not remember it all, but you can't fault him for his enthusiasm.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It’s the little things with Eddie. The first time he gave you a ride home in his van, the time he made you laugh so hard that soda came out of your nose. How you look first thing in the morning, and how you feel lying in his arms when you fall asleep.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Eddie tends to end up starting quite a lot of shit (he’s impulsive, sue him), but he’s not so great at finishing it. With you, though, it’d be different. He’d always be the first to come to your defence. He might end up with a black eye and a busted nose by the end of it, but you’ll still call him your knight in shining armour as you help clean him up.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Eddie’s not so great with dates. Time is constantly getting away from him, and he never seems to know what day it is. Calendars and memo pads lie in forgotten piles in his bedroom. It’s not that he doesn’t care - of course he does - his brain just doesn’t work that way. He’s devised the perfect system, though. He always has a few thoughtful gifts for you stashed away, just in case.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Eddie is a messy person. His room, a mess. His van, a mess. His head, a mess. He will certainly make an effort to tidy up more for your sake, but don't expect any miracles.

If you have a specific skincare/hair routine, he'll be fascinated by everything in your bathroom and use way too much of it when he's in the shower. You'll know it was him because he immediately acts like a guilty dog and won't look at you when you bring it up.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Eddie doesn’t really care how he looks by society's standards, but his look is important to him. He’s spent countless nights meticulously sewing on each of his patches (and he’s got the battle scars on his fingers to prove it). It took him a week to thread a chain through the sleeve of his leather jacket, and while his tattoos might not all have deep meanings, he still sat for hours under the needle for them. He's dedicated, to say the least.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

While he understands that it’s important for you both to have time away from each other, he’ll still miss you the entire time. He likes telling you about his day, and hearing all about yours. Once you have Eddie, you have him for life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s great at impressions, and he’s always does it at the worst times. He’ll crack out a perfect Donald Duck just as you’ve taken a drink (the punch on the shoulder he gets after you choke is well-deserved), or he'll mutter things to you as Elmo in the library while you're trying to study until you both end up being thrown out for laughing so hard.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s very particular about his music, and if you’re not a metal fan, you’ll have to break the news to him very gently. He won’t like it, but he’ll at least agree to turn it down a little. But only a little.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Eddie starts off clinging to you like a koala, but eventually he ends up taking up the entirety of the bed until he’s in full starfish mode. He snores on his front, he snores on his back, and it’s hell on Earth to wake him up. He'll then have the audacity to be upset when he finds you the next morning on the floor or couch, because he missed waking up to you next to him.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Rick Grimes Would Include:

Rick as a yandere depends on which season you're looking at, as he changes through his life. But basically he'd be the most protective yandere, with some traits of being possessive. He'd always protect the person he feels strongly for, and would go to great lengths to keep you safe.

He would have extreme trust issues due to what he has been through, and would have a "me against the world" mentality. He would have difficulty with expressing his emotions and struggles to show affection.

He would be extremely loyal to you, and would not allow any other people to get close to you. Also, he wouldn't be the "cute and shy" yandere, he'd be quite stern and wouldn't show emotions often. He would also have a serious personality, with a cold front. He would also be quite intense in a relationship.

In terms of his behavior, he would want to be around you alot, with some jealousy and possessiveness that's difficult to control. If any person gets close to you, he would become very angry and could potentially lash out.

Rick would also be protective in a dominant and intense way, wanting to take care of the person he's interested in and keep you safe at all costs.

In front of others, Rick would usually have a stoic, serious demeanor. He would be the one to take charge in most situations, and have a natural leadership role. He would be respected by most people around him, and people would see him as a strong, capable leader. Rick would try to keep his emotions hidden, as he doesn't want others to see him as weak or vulnerable.

Rick would be very reluctant to give you praise or affection, but would find himself doing it anyway. He would give you small compliments here and there, but would often be quick to shut it down, saying he doesn't feel that way. However, behind closed doors, he'd be alot more caring and affectionate.

Rick would be pretty harsh with punishments. He would be quite controlling in a yandere-like way, wanting to set rules and make sure you follow them. If you break the rules, he would get severely annoyed and would find a way to punish you for it. This punishment would likely be in terms of getting in trouble, whether physically or mentally. For example, he'd give you the cold shoulder, or be quite harsh and aggressive in his words.

Rick would be very hesitant to give reassurance, especially with his difficulty in expressing himself. However, he'd show it through small gestures, like bringing you something, or going out of his way to be helpful. Sometimes, he wants to be very vulnerable and tell you how he actually feels, but is unable to. Reassurance would be something Rick struggles with.

Rick would be terrible when it comes to arguements and fighting, as he gets very irritated. He would find himself snapping at you often, and saying things he doesn't mean. He would be quick to blame you in arguments, trying to get himself out of it. Fighting with Rick would usually end up with him storming away, or getting very angry and possibly violent. This is because he has difficulty with properly expressing his emotions.

Rick would show you affection behind closed doors, or when it's just you two. He would struggle to do it around other people, especially when it comes to physical affection. He would be very hesitant in the beginning, but would find himself becoming more and more affectionate over time. Some times, he'd get lost in himself and start to show alot of affection without even realizing.

Dates with Rick would usually be quiet things, like him taking you on walks near nature, or something that doesn't require lots of people. Rick would struggle with a public date, as he hates crowds and would find them stressful. He prefers a quiet date where you can be alone together, so he can be less on edge. He'd be very awkward during the date, but would try his best to show his more open side.

Rick would be very protective of you, especially when danger is near. If walkers come close, he would instantly come to your side and push you behind him, making sure to protect you from them. He'd also get very irritated and angry, as he wouldn't like you being in danger. Rick would also be very focused on killing any walker that got close, he would not hesitate to protect you and keep you safe.

If other survivors came close to you, Rick would become very irritated very quickly. He would put himself between you and the other person, and give them a warning glare that says he means business. He would be very defensive, as he's extremely possessive and wouldn't want any other person to get close to you, and wouldn't want you to even talk to them. If they try to touch you, he would react very strongly, getting very irritated and possibly aggressive.

Rick would have no problem killing another person if they threatened you or put you in danger. If another person got too close, he would become very aggressive and defensive, and would have no problem killing them to protect you. He's also quite paranoid, so if another person seems like a threat to you, he'd have no problem killing them even if they aren't a real threat.

Rick would be very reluctant to marry at first. He's experienced a lot of loss in his life, including his wife Lori, and he has alot of trust issues. He wouldn't want to get married because he thinks he'd lose you too, and not able to protect you. However, as time passed and he started to open up more, he would begin to think about the idea. If you did get married, he would be very overprotective and possessive. He'd want to keep you under his wing at all times and would get annoyed if any other person even looked at you.

Rick would be pretty reluctant about having children, as he's scared that something bad would happen, like his kids getting hurt. However, if he did decide to have children with you, he would be a great father. He would be very protective and wouldn't allow any harm to come to them. He'd have some difficulty showing affection, but would be very protective of them and would go to great lengths to keep them safe.

Rick would have mixed feelings about it. On one hand, he would be relieved that he doesn't have to worry about them. However, on the other hand, he would be somewhat saddened by it, because he loves children, especially his own kids. He would try to respect your decision, but he would also try to talk to you about it, seeing if you would change your mind. He'd be a bit unsure, but would ultimately try to accept your decision and support you.

"I never thought I'd meet someone like you. Even after everything I've been through. You've made me feel something I thought I'd never feel again. You've managed to see past my outer shell and get through to me. I'm not sure I deserve you, but I need you. I never want to lose you. You mean everything to me. I'll do anything to keep you safe."

Power exchange during sex: When he's fucking you, Rick often incorporates elements of dominance and submission. He might choke you, slap your ass, or just use his weight to pin you down and show who's boss while he pounds away.

Punishment play: Rick's always doling out beatings and torture to those who displease him. He takes pleasure in making you scream, bleed, and beg for mercy. The more you suffer, the harder he gets.

Public displays: He loves to show off his dominance in public, whether it's forcing you to strip naked or engaging in rough sex right out in the open. It's all about asserting his power for him.

Masochism: Believe it or not, Rick also has a masochistic side. He enjoys enduring pain and hardship, seeing it as a test of his strength and resilience. This could extend to receiving physical punishment during sex.

Walker fetish: Okay, this one's a little weird, but Rick has made it clear that you'll use you in sexual ways if you turn. Maybe it's the taboo aspect, or maybe he just finds the idea of fucking you until the end of time. Either way, it's definitely a kink of his.