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    AC

    A Critical Connection

    She’s been following him for years—panels, streams, dice rolls—always in the back row, quietly cheering. But he doesn’t notice… until she shows up at his D&D workshop, notebook full of characters and a mischievous grin. Between chaotic rolls, late-night coffee, and whispered jokes, friendship turns to flirtation, and flirtation turns into something more. Slow-burn, nerdy romance, dorks in love, and all the dice rolls that lead to hearts colliding.

    Slow BurnGetting TogetherFirst KissFluff and SmutAge DifferenceComplicated RelationshipsDeveloping FriendshipsDorks in Love
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    SP

    Spider-Man

    You are at a city festival and see Spider-Man there and you low-key hit it off

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    BF

    Between Fiction and You

    After a sudden, unexplained glitch mid-swing, Peter Parker—Spider-Man from the world of The Amazing Spider-Man—is thrown into a universe where he doesn’t exist as a real person, but as a character people watch on screens. Disoriented and unaware that anything is wrong, he assumes he’s still in New York—until a sharp, blunt, and slightly overwhelmed girl recognizes him instantly and realizes the truth: he’s not supposed to be here.

    Alternate UniverseNot Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)Slow BurnIdiots in LoveFalling In LoveAlternate Universe - SoulmatesFriendship/LovePeter Parker Played By Andrew Garfield
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    🤷

    🤷

    You move back to your childhood home after a particularly rough semester of college and are hanging out with some of your high school friends one dares you to message one on insta he was a flute player and you were a trombone player he still plays flute and is really really good you message him and he responded almost immediately when he normally doesn’t respond to most people and you both have a really nice conversation but really short conversation you say that you both should get the high school friends back together and hang out over the summer while everyone is free he agrees which isnt like him and then after hanging out you both message that night and then hang out just the two of you and he says he has always liked you and the two of you start dating on your drive home it’s raining and you were distracted because of the night and you were going to be late for curfew and your parents were really strict and if you were a minute late then you were kicked out of the house so you were changing lanes and didnt check your mirrors and there were two cars racing and you didn’t notice them and one crashed into you and you start hydroplaning and hit the walls of the freeway and roll the two racing cars hit and run it was late at night on a Sunday and there was no one there finally somebody passing saw and called 911 and they called your parents and you were in the hospital in a coma

    Friends to Lovers
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    YO

    You

    He calls you late at night voice shaking and needs to hear your voice

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    WT

    Welcome to Vox Machina

    The first thing Y/N learned was that belonging was conditional.If she was useful, she was tolerated. If she was impressive, she was praised. If she was neither, she was simply there—and being “there” was never enough.Born to a full-blooded elven noble father and a tiefling mother, Y/N exists in the space between legacy and stigma. In the polished halls of her father’s elven court, she is an uncomfortable reminder of a love story that fractured political alliances built over centuries. In her mother’s world, she is both cherished and resented—loved fiercely, but also treated as proof of sacrifices that were never fully understood. In both places, she is never truly held. Only managed. Only shaped. Only quietly set aside when she becomes too complicated.Home was never home. It was a performance she had to survive.And Y/N, desperate to earn a place in a family that never learned how to keep her, spent her childhood becoming everything she thought might finally make her worth staying for.She studied elemental magic until her hands shook from exhaustion, chasing precision in fire, water, air, and earth as if mastery might translate into love. She trained in rogue techniques in stolen hours—how to move without sound, how to vanish from attention, how to listen without being noticed. She memorized languages she didn’t need, studied ruins in forbidden texts, learned healing herbs, combat forms, survival tactics, and every fragment of knowledge she could reach. Every new skill was a promise: this will be the thing that makes me enough.But every promise eventually failed.The moment learning became difficult, doubt crept in like poisonIf she wasn’t naturally gifted, then she must not belong at all. So she abandoned mastery before it could expose her inadequacy, restarting herself over and over until she became something strangea person who could do almost anything poorly, but nothing long enough to trust it. A jack-of-all-trades convinced inconsistency was proof she was fundamentally unworthy.Still, she tries.Y/N is quiet until she isn’t. She lingers at the edges of rooms, watching, calculating, disappearing into herself when overwhelmed. But when she feels saferare momentsshe becomes vivid in a way that surprises even her. She talks too fast, too much, as if silence might cost her her place. She laughs too loudly. She remembers everything about people who will forget her name by morning. She helps without being asked, gives without thinking, andapologizes for existing in the aftermath.And when people leave, as they always seem to, she assumes she caused it.Everything changes when a contract leads her into the buried ruins of an ancient temple beneath a forgotten battlefield.The job is supposed to be simple retrieval.But deep within the ruins, Y/N’s elemental magic reacts to something sealed beneath centuries of stone: an arcane relicancient,unstable,and aware.It shouldn’t respond to her.It shouldn’t wake. But the moment her magic touches it, the ruin collapses into chaos.Stone fractures. Magic warps.Something old stirs beneath Exandria.The incident draws mercenaries, monsters, and forces far beyond anything she is prepared to face.And then they arrive.The Legend of Vox Machina.To Y/N, they are legends made realnames spoken in taverns with awe and disbelief. Heroes who have slain dragons, toppled tyrants, and survived impossible odds. She expects judgment.She expects to be left behind.Instead,they pull her from the collapsing ruin.Not because she is powerful.Not because she is important.But because she is there.Traveling with Vox Machina is nothing like legend suggests. It is loud, chaotic,and painfully human.They argue, bleed,joke fail,and still remain something she doesn’t understand:a family that does not require perfection to stay intact.And that is where she begins to unravel.She cannot understand kindness without conditions.Every compliment feels like a mistake waiting to be corrected.Every moment of acceptance feels temporary.She overthinks every sentence,rehearses every apology, and reads silence as rejection.Yet Vox Machina keeps choosing her anyway.As the relic’s influence spreads, reality begins to fracture around it.Ancient magic resurfaces in unstable wavesHidden factions emerge seeking controlAnd the artifact itself begins to resonate with Y/N in disturbing wayssuggesting her mixed heritage and unstable elemental affinity may not be accidental,but intentional.Something designed.Something waiting.And with every battle,her old belief grows louder:that the only value she can offer is sacrifice.If she gives enoughbreaks enoughdies in the right waythen maybe she will finally matter.So when the final confrontation arrives, she does what she has always done.She steps forward to end it alone.But Vox Machina refuses to let her become something disposableAnd in that refusalY/N is forced to confront the most terrifying truth she has ever faced:She was never meant to earn love.Only to accept that she already had it.

    Campaign 1 (Critical Role)Angst
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    TS

    Toy store

    Your mom owns an adult one day your tired so you doze off inside only to end up trapped in one of those pleasure beds and the neighbor next door comes over and mistakes you for a really lifelike doll

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    TG

    The Girl Who Arrived in the Storm

    When Y/N transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in sixth year, it definitely didn’t go unnoticed. She arrived in the middle of a storm, soaked from rain, carrying a worn suitcase, and dressed in practical, layered clothes with a wand holster instead of neat school robes. Everything about her said she was used to handling things alone.

    Marauders Era (Harry Potter)
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    ET

    Every Time I See You

    In the rebuilt city of Whitestone, life has finally begun to feel like something more than survival—festivals return, lanterns hang between ancient stone streets, and the Sun Tree square fills with music instead of grief—but into that fragile peace, you arrive without fanfare, just another person trying to live and help as the city heals, except there is one man who keeps seeing you everywhere; at first it is nothing meaningful, only brief glimpses he tells himself are coincidence—a figure near the market fountain while he is speaking, a silhouette at the edge of a council gathering, laughter drifting from somewhere he cannot quite place, a shape on a rooftop during fireworks that disappears the moment he tries to focus—and because he is rebuilding a city and himself, Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III refuses to believe in anything as irrational as fate, insisting it is logic, probability, distraction, yet the pattern refuses to stop, and you begin to feel less like a stranger and more like something threaded through his life, a presence he notices without meaning to, the way you pause before stepping into sunlight, the way you tilt your head when listening, the way you always seem just out of reach; months pass like this until the summer festival arrives in Whitestone—lanterns rising, music spilling through streets, people celebrating survival—and Percy attends out of duty more than desire, until he sees you clearly for the first time in the lantern light, laughing as if the world has never broken you, and something in him stills, not attraction first but recognition, like a memory he never lived, and when you turn and catch him staring, the moment hangs too long to dismiss, too quiet to be coincidence, before the world resumes and neither of you speaks, but everything changes anyway; after that night, the “coincidences” become meetings, slowly, inevitably, as though the city itself keeps aligning you, until you are part of each other’s routines without ever defining what you are—shared walks that happen too often to be accidental, conversations that stretch too late, hands that almost touch and never quite pull away, silence that feels like understanding instead of distance, you falling first without realizing because you start saving him space in rooms and looking for him in crowds, and Percy falling harder because you become the one thing he cannot calculate away, the one constant he did not design or expect, and still neither of you names it, because naming it would make it real, and making it real means it can be lost, while everyone around you—especially Vox Machina—watches in increasingly exhausted certainty that you are already something, even if you refuse to admit it, until Whitestone itself feels like it is waiting for you both to finally accept what it decided the moment you first appeared in his sight.

    SoulmatesStrangers to LoversMutual PiningEmotional Hurt/ComfortAngst and Fluff and Smut
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    WN

    Wrong number? Maybe?🤔

    You need to vent so you text the number your supposed friend gave you little did you know your friend isn’t really your friend and gave you a wrong number on purpose giving you their therapist’s number as an insult

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