#his hair whisps tho

[mymanreedus]

I really want to braid his hair

#norman reedus #his hair whisps tho

[redbleedingrose]

Warm

Azriel x Reader

A/N: Just a cute little Drabble for Azriel bc I miss him and love him and he is so sweet to his mate. He deserves the world, and all the good things (even tho he is a major slut).

The winter nights of Valeries are some of your favorite nights of the year. The lights that are hung along the shops and townhomes which sparkle like stars in the night sky, the never ending laughter of children and quiet chatter of the people roaming to find gifts for their loved ones, it makes for something found only in stories. But here it is, your reality. The icy wind brushes alongside of your home, once built by your mates bare hands with the help of his brothers, an homage to his dedication to you. He is out with said brothers, has been all day, busy with their so-called annual snow ball fight.

You can’t help but wonder as you smile to yourself, humming while stirring the cream and melting chocolate on the fire stove, if your mate was named champion of this years battle. He has been for the past six years, prior to that, Rhysand had won, the year him and Feyre found each other. Smug bastard probably was trying to show off to his newly named bride.

Your eyes crinkle, thinking of how Azriel won the snow ball fight each year for almost a decade after you were officially mated. Poor Cassian really struggled with his pride for a while, the Illyrian baby whined every chance he could get, earning a pitiful kiss on the cheek for his grand efforts from you with Azriel glaring hotly at his brother from across the table. A tiny giggle escapes you while you reminisce, the shadowsinger of course earned his own reward, something far more… heated in the cold winter nights that left you rather… well- unable to walk in the next morning.

The whispers of Az’s shadows stroke across your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, gliding up your arms and through your hair, whisping and playing with the loose strands falling out of your braid. A firm arm wraps around your waist, while the other arm settles onto the counter in front of you, scarred hand flexing as it grips the edge. Kisses, soft and sweet, pressing into the side of your head, behind your ear, peppered onto your neck and at the crevice of your shoulder, into your hair and on the side of your forehead, blissfully sliding right onto your cheek and down with a gentle bite to your jaw that leaves you gasping for air. The arm around you tightens, good thing too- the rough, raspy voice from your mate behind you has you weak in the knees, “Guess who won, my beautiful, gorgeous, brilliant, sexy wife?”

The shadowsinger’s front is completely flush against your back, you can almost hear the smirk forming on his pretty lips, regardless, you can feel the curve of his cheek against yours as his warm hand stroke up and down your side. From the corner of your eye, you can see his grip on the counter tightening as he takes in your scent, no doubt muddled with the hot chocolate you were making for him. Licking your lips, you quickly turn your head to the side and plant a wet kiss to his cheek before turning back to the pot before you, not wanting to burn the drink you spent so long trying to make for your presumptive winner.

Impatient is not a word you would use to describe your mate in most scenarios. However… it seems the spymaster cannot wait for his prize, forcing you to turn around with heady, half lidded, beautiful hazel eyes focusing on your lips. “The hot chocolate Az-“ a kiss lands onto your lips, fast and hard, warm hands cupping your cheeks and pulling you in closer, “Forget the damn chocolate.”

Your laughter interrupts his kisses, but the stubborn male continues with teeth gnashing and tongues barely intertwining, “I spent a while making it for you shadow boy.” He huffs, pulling you closer, tilting your head back so the expanse of your neck is exposed.

“Is-“ Kiss.

“That-“ Kiss.

“So?” Kiss.

His own smile lilts as you hum, running your hands up his forearms, holding his wrists in place, squeezing them with each kiss he lands on you. “C’mon Azzie,” brushing the tip of your nose against his when he finally faces you with that gentle look that is specifically reserved for you. You grin up at your mate, humor racing through you until glints of mischief flicker in your eyes, “S’okay baby, Cassian had to win at some point. It’s okay to lose, you are always the winner in my heart.”

The “heart” is barely audible through your cackles and grunts, Azriel throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you towards your bedroom. A swift smack to your ass has you squealing, “Azriel!” The Shadowboy ignores you of course, biting at the rounded flesh before tossing you onto the bed. Your heart skips once, twice, three times as he pushes the fabric of your dress up to your waist leaving you utterly exposed and heated all over despite the night chill, his playful growl sparking your bond with need and love, “I think it’s time to receive my prize for winning, don’t you think my mate?”

Anyway… that is not what I expected for this fic to be, but it is where it ended up so I hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist

#azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel fanfic #acotar fanfic #azriel acotar #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel x you #rose rambles #rose writes

[hyunsvngs]

I saw you mention church boy Jisung and it made me think about an ask I sent RJ aaages ago! It was about young priest Hyunjin tho. I hope you don’t mind it but I had kept it in my notes and I thought I’d share since it’s this week’s mood 👀

Priest in training Hyunjin who can’t help but stare at you during mass bc the rays of sun coming through the stained glass hit you just right as if you were a revelation.

Priest in training Hyunjin who blushes everytime you come get your host and when he softly draws a cross on your forehead with his thumb as you look up at him.

Priest in training Hyunjin who prays for you every night to keep you protected.

Priest in training Hyunjin who also prays every night for clarity bc he’s never felt this way. Who recites three extra Hail Marys bc he feels guilty about how many times he thought about how warm your skin would be during the day.

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels himself get hard and his heart tighten when he practices giving confessionals and you tell him "brother Hyunjin I’ve been having impure thoughts about a boy I like" "Oh?"

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels elated when you volunteer at the presbytery and gets to spend more time with you.

Priest in training Hyunjin who gives you his favorite rosary for you to keep (and remember him by, even though he won’t admit it bc it’s a selfish thought).

Priest in training Hyunjin who starts to think that there’s no way loving and coming to the thought of someone as angelic and kind as you could be a sin.

Priest in training Hyunjin who starts to think that if God made us all in His image, why can’t he worship you? Tenderly kiss the sole of your feet? Kneel before you?

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels like he could die on the spot when you tell him how pretty he is. Even worse the one time you asked him if he were an actual angel.

Priest in training Hyunjin who doesn’t move an inch when you bravely decide to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. Who turns into a literal statue when you start tracing his features with your fingertips ; his brows, the bridge of his nose, his cupid’s bow, his plump lips…

Priest in training Hyunjin whose brain turns into mush and instinctively closes his eyes and takes your finger in his mouth and sucks on it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Whose heart grows three sizes when you softly kisses his eyelids.

Priest in training Hyunjin who can feel his heart breaking when you come to him one day crying, apologizing for being such a temptation to him. The more he is with you, the more he realizes that God did give him clarity after all those prayers. You’re not temptation, you’re a gift.

Priest in training Hyunjin who keeps in a picture of you in his locket. His crucifix above his robe, and the most prized piece of jewelry beneath his undershirt, for no one to see.

Priest in training Hyunjin who comes in his boxers along with you when you end up dry humping passionately in his room. If you’re both fully clothed, it doesn’t count, right?

Priest in training Hyunjin who finally sees the light when he gets to be inside you for the first time. Whispering and breathing his thank yous in latin in your open, panting mouth. In your pretty, tight, warm, sopping wet core. You are not sinners, this is love in its purest form.

THIS IS FUCKING WOOPOOOOOOAOAHHHHH WHISPEING HIS RHAKS IN LATIN?! SHUTUURORPTPFOGG THIS IS SO JOT

#juno’s asks ♡ #sweet baby anon #asks: hyune #blasphemy kink!

[dazednstoned]

Nr. 18? 🙏

this one was intended for early chapters of my long fic, but I ended up cutting it. I'm thinking of including it in a one-shot tho! (much more than a paragraph Ik but I can't help myself)

Miss Roberts saunters around camp with pearls as pale as her ivory skin strung around her neck.

She passes by John with whisps of dark hair fallen from her dishevelled chignon. They blow in unison with the stir of the wind.

Her skin is littered with goosebumps that cause the hairs on her arms to stand stiffly against the cold. His eyes drift up to where goosebumps trail up to the hollow of her throat. Like fabric snagging on a bared nail, his focus dips back down to the pearls at her neck. There ain’t no doubting they’re real.

Something like a smirk, but more goading and arrogant in that way John always is, comes to his lips.

“Pearls?” He abruptly calls out to her as both a question and an accusation.

“Excuse me?” She halts midstep and cranes her head to glare back at him.

“Never met a working girl who could afford pearls,” he muses in a way that ain't entirely taunting, but it surely ain't kind.

Miss Roberts’ hand instinctively goes to her neck. The tip of her finger gently grazes the jut of her collarbone, just below where the pearl necklace rests elegantly on her.

Her red-painted lips tighten to a scowl as she says haughtily, “I’m real good at my job.”

A chuckle as rough as the callouses along his palms makes his chest contract.

“Can you attest for that?”

#tyy for the ask🫶 #asks #johnigail

[papersnarl]

"Now why would I tell you and give away my secrets to strangers tho those who don't know me. I can't be sure you are safe especially if you are the one who so crudely threw a knife at me."

First _ Last 1 _ Last 2 _ Next

Yes though Papersnarl has gotten into fights! That's why he has many scars as he does!

Also his whisps work as a mix of hair and extra ink! He can kinda control it but it's there due to excess magic he can "style" it however they like their current look

Also I just threw these two in as.. one cause they ask kinda the same things and for my own sake sorry

#paper snarl #paper snarl sans #fell pj #sans au #au sans #paperjam sans #au undertale #fell sans #oc ask blog #oc asks #pj au #au asks #au oc #oc au #original character account #original character #original art #fell paperjam #paperjam #pj ask #oc ask #fell au #under fell #fellverse #undertale #undertale au #undertale alternate universe #undertale oc #undertale multiverse #utmv

[sugarpearsao3]

ZoSan fantasy AU

Sanji comes from a an imperial family of Wizards and Witches. At 8yrs old they're taken to choose a familiar. 

 Except the Vinsmokes didn't bring Sanji. The 3 brothers dropped him from the carriage in the middle of the forest, where he met an injured and starving tiger... Who turns out to be part of an ancient and near-extinct magical species. 

 One of the only familiar type-creatures that could manifest a human form

And so Sanji fed and took care of the tiger even tho he himself was banged up from being thrown off the carriage. During a hard, rainy day, the little blonde boy would hide under the roots of an old tree, and a green, tiger cub would curl around him for warmth

Sanji wouldve miraculously made it to the nearby kingdom where the vinsmokes would be residing. He was just a child. Where else would he have gone if not to his "family"? 

 Except, this time he came with a green cub... One that Judge noticed right away

Judge recognized the cub's origins right away and took him from Sanji. The green tiger growled, wriggled, and scratched, trying his best to get out of the Warlock's grasp.

 "Father, where are you taking him!?" Little Sanji would cry

But the two were separated. That night, Reiju told Sanji that his tiger cub would be sent to a magic institution to be studied and tamed. "B-but... He's mine!"

Reiju then told Sanji of their father's plans to lock Sanji away forever. She told him to run and never come back. That same night, Sanji escaped the Vinsmoke family with a green cub beside him.

The little boy and the peculiar tiger would wander through the forests hiding from sight. Sanji would hold the cub close when humans passed by. "Don't show yourself, stupid! They'll take you away!"

It wasn't until Sanji came across a coven of witches who called themselves Kamabakka when he stopped being a wanderer. The coven's leader, Ivan, would ask Sanji...

"And why would your father lock you away, Sanji-boy?" 

 And Sanji would say it's bcuz he was weak. He fell behind. He was nothing like his brothers who were top notch wizards in making. Ivan would blink, and then he would laugh...

"It's because you're not a wizard!" The coven leader cackled, their form intimidating amidst the harsh storm and muddy road. The tiger cub would growl, standing protectively in front of the little boy. "You're a witch."

13 yrs later, a dark-haired boy with a scar under his eye would wander too deep into the forbidden forest. With him an orange haired thief and a long-nosed archer. 

 "Do you know where you are?" A voice would call from the depths of the woods.

The boy blinked and squinted into the forest. "Luffy!" The thief cried in fear, "We should leave!" 

 "No one ever leaves the forbidden forest alive!" The archer shook, terrified. "A coven of witches lives here!"

Suddenly, in the darkness came an emerald glow and golden glow. Gentle footsteps sounded as someone approached with a cat-like walk. And in came to view a beautiful blonde man with a large, terrifying green tiger in tow. But most importantly, this man had on a traditional witch's hat. "My name is Sanji and this is Zoro," the man breathed in a drag from his smoking pipe and rested his hand on one hip. "Get the fuck out of our forest."

Then the emerald tiger would release a roar so mighty that it shook the very ground they stood upon. 

 But the dark-haired boy was unphased. In fact, he smiled. "Sanji and Zoro, eh?" He'd laugh and continue, "Join my party!"

.

.

.

END

I'm just thinking about witch Sanji sitting cross-legged on top of the gigantic tiger Zoro. Zoro transforming with a magic whisp of emerald glow, suddenly human with the pretty blonde on his arms

The bond between a witch and their familiar... They further Zoro goes away from Sanji the weaker he becomes. Zoro can also give Sanji a healing boost along with his strength. They need each other to fight

But where does Zoro come from? Why was an ancient, magical beast cub just shivering in the forest? What was Judge really gonna use him for? It all lies in the secret of what happened 800 years ago

Normal beast familiars are there to boost you. They're mostly used for combat, but magic-based familiars can buff you. But, Zoro's an ancient and rare familiar. Not only does he have a human form, but he can heal you with physical contact and vice versa

#one piece #zoro #sanji #luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #sugarpearsdrabble #fanfiction #fanfic

[thelemoncoffee]

Mer Kokichi really be taking after his parents. Did he get to a lot of fights?

Also Shuichi... *squint eyes* is he Idia's son? That flaming hair and yellow eyes!

Okay so Kokichi didn't get his scars from fighting people, those are actually something i hc he has no matter the au because i am of the firm belief that he's both accedent prone and wreckless. those two things paired with his hooligan lifestyle with DICE means he very frequeny gets hurt it some very stupid ways. tho if you ask him he'll play them up as battle scars

as for Shuichi, yes he is Idia's kid, Idia and Chenya's to be specific. i made a mess of a plot with those two that basically boils down to Idia trying to use genetic science to rid the next generation of his family's curse- which i'm not actually sure what is cause i found multiple different translations of it

anywho he tried to use genetic cloning to do it, and needed a second "parent" DNA set which is where Chenya comes in and volunteers (i ship them cause i think it'd be cute, but they don't actually get anywhere till Shuichi's like- 14). With Chenya's DNA he makes two experimental kids, Shuichi who has Idia dominat DNA, and Chiaki who has Chenya dominat. i haven't decided if his experiment worked yet but i have decided the did a third years later that got them Nagisa as a perfect DNA split. Chenya also stuck around to help Idia raise them cause he isn't a deadbeat catboy

So Shuichi is mostly Idia's son, but also he has enough of Chenya's DNA in him he has some cattish abilities. ie: hightened smell, taste, and hearing, nightvision, purrs, reflective eyes.

idk if this is canon but i like to beilieve Idia's hair glows as the tips, and i can totally imagine Shuichi walking around in a pitch black room cause he can see fine, Kaito walking in using his phone screen as light, and then looking up to see this weird floating whisps of blue in the dark with two bright yellow eyes staring right at him- poor dude would think he saw a ghost

#ask kai #danganronpa #twst

[justafairytailofinnocence]

New anon here <3

Match up for PotC?

General:

- Fem identifying + she/her if you need my pronouns

- Polyam and possibly bi (for now I'm only romantically attracted to males so)

- Academically smart + gamer

- I love drawing, learning languages and playing games (though you can't do that in those times)

- I also don't mind playing poker or mahjong so

- Mental state is questionable (I'm going to therapy so you be the judge /lh)

Personality:

- My personality changes from: Chaotic/happy - very unstable - Soft/cute - s e x (/hj)

- I've been known by friends and aquaintences to be... very confident/outgoing? Apparently I give off the vibes of 'F u im gonna be me and not care about anyone's judgements'

- My sense of humour is cursed and chaotic

- Speaking of, I am quite a chaotic person in general

- I'm also quite energetic? People say I'm always very cheerful

- That's a lie I'm just good at masking lmao

- I'm pretty indecisive too ohno

- Anyway, I'm VERY empathic/caring. I am literally part of an online support group full of strangers so we can all help each other

Looks:

- I am pretty small (5'2 or something)

- Also literally as slim as a stick (not like skeleton/unhealthy, just like... very skinny) 💀

- I have long straight black hair and brown eyes

- Small face shape too I think

- Pretty flat (both chest and butt) but I think I've got decent hips imo 🤔

- My fashion is as variable as my taste in men tbh

- Sometimes im the cute girl with short pleated skirts, oversized sweaters, flowy dresses, knee high socks, Mary Jane shoes, pink blushy makeup and soft strawberry pinks

- Sometimes I be put here with leather jackets, suits, bold black liner + red lipstick and g strings

- And sometimes im looking like a sl-tty e girl idk man 🤷

- Anyways, I think if I had to wear a pirate fit it would either be an off the shoulder crop shirt + low waisted trousers or a cute flowy white dress with a brown corset and stuff

Relationship stuff:

- I'm pretttty big on PDA

- I like holding hands, hugs, kisses

- What I absolutely adore is having a hand on the waist + being picked up bridal style

- Being hugged from behind is cute too <3

- Romantic gestures that are more verbal such as compliments, letters and such are cool, just not as good as PDA lol

- Oooo speaking of I would love getting jewellery or clothes from bf bc then I can wear it as if to prove to others we're together and stuff :)

- I think i would probably suit a more casual one rather than go straight into 'I love you' tho ofc later on I wouldnt mind

- I don't mind most dates, though movies + museums are probably not my thing lol

- I don't mind a bit of clinginess, but I detest constant messages/texts like leave me alone

- As for my pref in men, as long as ur taller and masc I'm good man

Extra:

- I saw u could do a theme song and I think that would be super cool!!

- If there's like... one person I wouldn't like to be matched with it would be any of the Turners (sorry lol)

- I assume it isn't allowed, but if it is then multiple matches are 😳 yes pls

- TYSM FOR READING THIS ILYSM 💜💜💜

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For potc I ship you with:

Jack sparrow 🏴‍☠️

And

Hector Barbossa 🐒

Jack met you through tortuga, he was sailing to find the fountain of youth.

You were captured with jack and black beard to find it.

Jack was whisping you away, he lost the pearl however to the captain.

He tried to make amends with you by showing how romantic he can be.

Jack is more passionate and romantic while Hector's more genuine and somewhat heartfelt.

Barbossa wanted to find Jack but at the same time he also wanted the pearl and find you.

Jack rarely was committed but he for the first time wanted to be with you.

Angelica got jealous most of the time and had you do the dirty work.

Barbossa didn't exactly share his feelings, he wasn't used to romance but he would be would reveal something to you.

Jack has more experience, he was quite more passionate and confident in what he knows.

Expect sword fighting and arguing between the two.

If you choose jack, he would marry you on the pearl and your kid would be the next pirate lord. They would have his eyes and your hair.

Your theme song with jack:

If you chose barbossa, he would marry you as a pirate bride and your kid would be a pirate or landlubber. They would have your hair and his eyes.

Your theme song with barbossa:

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#pirates of the caribbean matchup #pirates of the caribbean matchups open

[baejl]

youth

ateez 9th member au

moon gets a bit sad on her 20th birthday but the boys are always there for her

masterlist ☾ requests are open feedback is always important to me!

Adulthood. What a phase on someone's life.

If she wasn't an idol, Moon would probably be deciding which college she'd go to or what to do now that she's completely in a legal age. But well, that was kind of impossible having the life she has.

"Moon-ie," Yunho called her attention, getting inside her room. She hummed and looked up from her sketchbook. "what are you doing here alone?"

"Just chilling..." Moon shrugged. "Did something happen?" 

"Yeah?" he said with an obvious tone. "The fact that 20 years ago you were getting born?" 

She giggled at him. Usually, she'd love to celebrate her birthday. Going live to have a great time with Atinys, having surprise parties by the members, but not this time. 

2021 was a wonderful professional year for Moon and the boys, but probably one of the worse for her personally. And, as far as her life goes on, she has no clue about what to do. 

Before she could answer him, the door opened, and Mingi stormed into the room. 

"Yo," he called their attention. "why is this party looking like a funeral? Let's eat some cake Wooyoung bought." 

"Oppa, I'm not really-"

"Too bad I didn't ask." he snapped, getting her up from her computer chair. "Let's party a bit."

Mumbling something about wanting to go to bed and that they had a schedule in the morning, Moon still allowed him to drag her from her bedroom to the living room. When she stepped into the living room, Seonghwa was hanging a banner written 'Happy Birthday, little Moon'. 

Moon's heart melted with the fact that even with their busy schedule, they waited until midnight to make all of that. 

"Awn," she pouted. "guys!"

"Mingi-ah!" Hongjoong complained, making Mingi flinch next to Moon. "You were supposed to check if she was sleeping, not to bring her here yet." 

"Oh." Mingi mumbled, forcing a smile. Moon laughed and caressed his shoulder. "Sorry, I guess." 

"Guys, you didn't have to care about it." she said, shaking her head. A picture of Moon when she was a kid photoshopped with some balloons and confetti called her attention. "You even printed this!" she pointed at the banner. 

"You're officially an adult now, Eunji!" Yeosang said, hugging her by her shoulders and slightly shaking her. "Of course we care about it." 

"Is she up?" San showed up in the living room, holding a pix box. When he saw Moon, he forced a grin. "Oh, hi Eunji-nie." 

Moon giggled and waved. 

"Hi, oppa." 

"So... I think this is yours." he said, getting close to her. He passed his arms around her shoulder and hugged her. "Congratulation. I love you." he kissed her forehead before handing her the box. 

Before even opening the box, Moon's eyes started tearing up. The boys cooed and gathered around her. 

"I'm fine." she said, cleaning the tears. "I'm on my period." 

"Oh, it explains a lot." Jongho mumbled behind her. Moon looked at him, annoyed. "I still love you tho." 

"Open it!" Seonghwa said on top of them, already tired of waiting and all that suspense. 

Moon placed the box on the table and started unboxing it. When she lifted the top, the box was full of small gifts. The first thing she took out was a candle. Then she took a frame with the constellation of the day she was born. 

"That was my idea." Wooyoung said, pointing at the frame. Moon giggled. 

"Thank you, Woo." she smiled. 

After taking a few more gifts, such as plushies, some things related to painting and letters, Moon saw a picture on the bottom of the box. She gasped, realising what picture that was. 

She still had her pink hair, none of the boys had their hair dyed yet, and all had the same bowl cut. Most of them still had their braces on, but it wasn't enough for them not to smile. Moon and Jongho still had their uniforms while the rest had their practice clothes. It was their first picture together as nine. 

"Oh, boys..." she sighed, crying. 

"Did you like it?" San asked, almost whispering. 

"I loved it!" she answered, excited. 

"We know you'd like to spend your birthday in another way, but that's the best we could do in five hours." Hongjoong explained, pointing at the messily filled up balloons, the confetti around the room and the banner. 

Without saying much, Moon pulled all the boys for a big hug, hoping that would be enough to show them how grateful she was for having them. 

"Thank you so much, guys." Moon said, still hugging them. "I wouldn't be here without you." Maybe they didn't understand how much they really mean to her, but she just needed to let them know. 

"Now, I need to know this." Yeosang said, stepping back. "What are you going to do now that you are an adult?" 

Moon hummed and pouted, trying to think about something. There's nothing she would want to do that she already hadn't as a minor, and she didn't like alcoholic stuff. 

Expect for one thing. 

She looked straight up to Hongjoong before saying. 

"I want to get my belly button pierced." 

"Oh, my God!" he said, defeated. 

#ateez #ateez oc #ateez au #ateez 9th emmner #9th member of ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #kpop!au #kpop #kpop!addition #kpop!oc #kpop!idol #female!idol #female!oc #female!kpop #female!addition #kpop addition member #kpop female addition #kpop female idol #idol!oc #idol!au #idol!addition #female addition #ateez addition

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin jean #genshin kaeya #genshin diluc #jean x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #genshin jean x reader #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin diluc x reader #jean #kaeya #kaeya alberich #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya-x-reader #jean-x-reader #diluc-x-reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios

[mymanreedus]

2015 NYC ❄️ 2023 Paris

#norman reedus #photoshoot #model #so it goes #neighborhood #pour homme #he looks so cozy #his hair whisps tho #yohji yamamoto

[bolontiku]

"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 4

Previous 

Characters: Brock, Natasha, Reader, OC!Shelly & Blake

Posted: April 21st

A/N: not too late! Okay a bit late...

WARNINGS: small physical violence? (It's Brock...lol)

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved. 

**Please Do Not Repost My Work**

His hand was large and warm, settled low on your back as he led you into the compound. You were a bit nervous to be seen escorted into the building by him, not to be seen with him, but also kinda yeah. 

It wasn't that it was him, but that he would be seen with you. It worried you, what would others say?

"Y/N!" You looked away from the tall man who had let you sleep in his bed to see Blake and Shelly rushing towards you. 

Brock let the two wrap you up and steal you away, a little scowl aimed at the pretty boy who squeezed his shoulder in what he supposed was gratitude.

He was a little surprised to find Natasha waiting for him nearby, the redhead sat on a low bench with her legs stretched out in front of her, head tilted back so that all that red draped down past her shoulders in a long messy braid.

Brock supposed she wanted it to look that way and thought of the way you looked stepping out of his bedroom with your hair messed from sleep. It was as if your nose led the way, an invisible trail of coffee whisping through the air, he was sure he had only seen that effect in cartoons. Had your feet touched the ground at all? He had only ever seen your hair carefully brushed and tamed, it was his favorite thing to see when there was that errant curl. Twisting this way and that, he had often itched to reach out and snag it around his fingers. 

And here you were in his kitchen, hair a riotous mess. A first. One he liked, he wasn't gonna lie to himself that seeing you in his clothes and barefoot gave him a bit of pleasure. 

"What?"

Brock snapped back to the present. Apparently she had not had coffee, or perhaps it was that it was him. Why had she come when she hadn't even responded to his text last night? 

"Need a favor."

Nat looked over the rim of her sunglasses at him, the corner of her mouth turning down as if he had force-fed her dog shit. "Why?"

Brock wasn't one to pretend, he leveled the same look at her and growled, "thought you might wanna have some fun."

"With you?"

"I can do it myself, but pretty sure Y/N would have an issue with me laying hands on her family."

Nat raised an eyebrow, the only change in her features. "Keep talking, Y/N is the one at the help counter right?" Brock nodded, "she's organized, I like her."

Brock shifted from one foot to the other, glancing over his shoulder. The help desk where you worked was busy and there were a few faces behind it he didn't really care to know. He knew the blond and pretty boy already and that was too much. He didn't even know his own fucking trainees names. 

Nat watched as Brock growled and ran a hand down his face. He kept his gaze averted, she could see the wheels turning, trying to gauge how much he should say, she wondered if he knew what he was doing? Y/N… she barely knew you but you were quick to help and always had a smile. 

"What is your interest in Y/N?"

Brock jerked his gaze back to her, "nothing!" 

He said it too quick, too loud, he knew it too from the grimace that followed just as quick.

"Fuck it-"

"What are we doing then?" Brock was surprised as she stood pressing her dark sunglasses back into place and smoothing her outfit down. Nat sighed heavily at his expression, "what? I am bored."

*

"We were so worried!"

You offered Shelly a smile as the blond pushed a cup of coffee into your hand. 

Coffee. 

You couldn't remember when you had fallen asleep, you had struggled to keep from outright bawling into the cool white pillows. But you had woken, completely sprawled out on the large bed. Who owned a bed that large? You could fit the whole of the Avengers roster on that thing! Rather ridiculous really.

Then again… it had been softer than you imagined, with a man like Brock you had thought he would have chosen something hard, it had looked a little too firm from the way he made it, but then you had sunk into it.

"He… did he take good care of you?"

You looked at Blake who scooted back and onto the counter leaning his forearms onto his knees. "Was convinced you would have turned us away but that guy is a bit scary but you two seem to get along just fine. Figured you two were closer friends. If you don't want to talk that's fine, but you should take a few before getting out there."

Shelly reached out and squeezed your hand. "You don't have to say anything, but we are here for you. Please let us know if you need help?"

You stared at the cup in your hands, stared at Shelly's hands, she wore silver rings, so pretty. The two looked at each other and Blake slid off the counter, both ready to leave you in peace when you spoke up. "He makes coffee at his place, he has a mug that has daisies on it."

"BROCK?" Shelly burst before covering her mouth with her hand. "That guy has a coffee mug that has daisies?!"

Blake sniggered, "dude is brutal and has cups like that huh?" 

You grinned, feeling the tightness in your shoulders loosen. "Super clean," you added, raising your eyebrows.

"So you're not mad that we sent him?"

You finally met Shelly's blue eyes, a genuine smile slipping into place. "Thank you."

Blake felt relief swamp him, they had overstepped. Both of them had known you wouldn't want it, but neither had really thought past wanting you to be safe. The gamble had been that scary guy. Would you be safe with him? Seeing you sitting here now he was relieved they had trusted the guy.

"No color."

Shelly giggled, eyes crinkling as Blake pulled a chair over and swung it around so he could straddle it and drop his elbows onto the back of it. "I mean-" he started and paused when both you and Shelly looked at him, "is… color… important?"

"I should have peeked a little more," you pressed a finger to your chin pretending to think on it. You had been too busy crying to snoop. "But definitely single, you can't trust a girl not to throw something of color or chaos in such an empty place. He has all the basics-" Your phone rang, you hadn't thought of it since it hadn't made a noise all night. When you had coffee you realized there were a dozen missed calls and texts from your sister but Brock had covered the face of it and told you to ignore it. You had met his stoic stare and nodded, not allowing anymore tears.

The three of you sat in silence waiting for it to stop and Shelly jumped when it finally did. "I don't have your phone number! Oh- here let me put mine in!" She quickly took it and swiped away the notification of a new voice-mail and put in her name and contact info smiling with giddiness, it wasn't much, but it was all she could really offer.

You nodded, how long had you worked with her? It was over a year now and really you had no friends, you worked and went home. Your tummy twisted when you thought of it. Home. You would have to go back. You couldn't burden Brock by taking over his bed again, nor think of crashing on his couch.

Blake stole your phone next, punching in his own information. "We should get to it!" He grinned jovially, he wanted to ask, but could tell that you were trying so hard to avoid it. "If anything comes up, call me, I will be wherever you want in minutes! It's my super power!"

"Same!" Shelly sang standing alongside him.

It was hard, with both of them looking at you with smiles in place. You knew they probably wanted to ask, but they were being kind and you were grateful. "Yes!"

**

Brock cocked his head to the side, your shift would end in a few minutes and he could see you looking at the clock nervously. Did you think he would let you go back home with those two there? 

Natasha had easily managed to get past the lock, the look on those two when they walked in had been worth it. Neither said a damned thing when Natasha walked into your bedroom, raiding it for everything she deemed necessary. Having talked it out they had decided that you would stay with Brock until you made a decision. These rooms were for rent to the STARK employees and they were certain that your guests were not to stay longer than a night, but both wanted to see what you had to say. 

It was on the way out that your sister had asked about you and Brock easily shoved her boyfriends head into the wall as an answer. He shrugged when Natasha had stared at him, but he had seen the small smirk she hadn't even tried to hide.

He watched as you said something to those two idiots and coughed as you disappeared into the back before coming back. You spotted him as you came out and quickly sent him a smile. 

There it was. 

Warmth bloomed in his chest for a second.

He shifted, looked away as you hurried over to him. You paused, looking at the bag at his feet. "A-are you leaving?" Why did the thought make you sad? He owed you nothing, the fact that he had gone over… let you stay. You had been nothing but a bother- you swallowed the lump in your throat, you were probably a bother to Shelly and Blake too.

"No, those are your things," he answered roughly. 

You stared at him in confusion.  

"You can take the extra bedroom door now, until you feel more comfortable-" he praised as Shelly and Blake started towards the two of you, "it has a lock too, extra bathroom," he paused as the two stopped behind you and looked at him with big eyes. "Da fuck are you two looking at?!" He growled, straightening himself, hands balling into fists beside him. 

"We weren't gonna let her go back there, are you taking her?" Shelly asked looking down at the bag at his feet. 

"She's staying with me-"

"Great! I got my bag and Blake can meet us at your place-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you think-?"

You felt uncomfortable, he looked angry, you were really overstepping and you turned to Shelly, "its okay, see? He was being nice and it's not a good idea,  I can rent a room or something. If I go it won't be too late."

Brock watched as Shelly cooed at you and Blake frowned, he cursed as he picked up your bag and wrapped his large hand around your wrist. You were soft, soft and small, he could probably touch the base of his middle finger with his thumb if he tried. He glared at Blake expectantly, "listen carefully." Blake blinked and nodded as Brock growled out his address. "Don't be late. Let's go barbie."

Shelly giggled as she hugged Blake quickly before falling in step behind you and Brock. 

Not entirely ignoring the way you looked at him. Who could ignore that face? He looked away as he was certain your eyes got bigger by the second. 

It was actually you that had to look away, brushing your free hand roughly across your face to wipe the tears away. You really didn't understand this man. That bag was yours? Yours?! And he invited Shelly and Blake over?!

Brock cursed, it hadn't been enough. He was going to kill that man, he wasn't one to put his hands on a woman that couldn't defend herself, and that sister of yours really had nothing against Natasha but he was sure he could manage to make her disappear. 

A sleepover, Brock groused ignoring the way you stared up at him as he reached his car and opened the door for you. Shelly slipped into the back and took your bag from him, you smiled softly at him before ducking into the car.

Fucking bullshit. 

#bullshit #chapter 4 #brock rumlow #reader #brock x reader #avengers au

[fly-flower-fanfics]

Just....Friends...

Aziraphale x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Thank you to @sinningissuprisinglyfun for being so so patient while I had a depression episodes and computer troubles. Thank you so much. I hope you like this.

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“Doctor!” I called out in a sing-song voice. I knew Crowley was home by the low growl coming from the living room. 

“I’m not a bloody doctor,” he replied as I plopped next to him on the couch. I glanced over and met his eyes, his yellow snake eyes. They always looked like they were judging me, which they probably were, but that was beside the point.

“I swear you were an actor back in the day,” I said, referring to one of my favorite TV shows. He grumbled something under his breath, but I didn’t need to hear it to know what he said. I was never a damn actor.

“Azira still at his bookshop?”

Crowley glanced over toward me, raising his eyebrow. “Isn’t he always?”

“So why aren’t you with him?” I asked. I knew the two were usually together, but that didn’t mean they always were. It was just when they were apart nowadays, something usually happened. I hoped nothing did. Crowley — as soft as he was — knew how to hold a grudge.

“Muttered something about how the bookshop kept reorganizing itself and practically threw me out.” Crowley shrugged. “Might let you stay, though.”

I laughed. “Crowley, there isn’t a difference between you and I.”

Crowley just smirked and snorted softly, but didn’t say anything. He swore up and down to Satan himself that Aziraphale was interested in me. Of course, I didn’t believe it. I hoped, however, but I didn’t believe it. I was only me, and he was an angel. Literally.

“So why’re you just sitting here?” I asked the demon, trying to change the subject rather quickly.

“Must I a reason?”

“I suppose no,” I replied, shrugging lightly. “Just figured you would have something to do.” I pushed myself up and ruffled the demon’s hair, which made him yelp in shock. “I should go annoy Azira now. See ya later, Doctor.”

As I closed the door behind me, I heard him shout, “I’m NOT a doctor!”

I chuckled to myself as I walked down the street. My thoughts turned to the angel again. I knew he wouldn’t mind the fact that I was pansexual. He was, too, in a way. He didn’t really like to label himself. But it just meant he wouldn’t have a problem with another man. I just knew that ‘other man’ couldn’t be me.

I opened the door to the bookshop; the little bell tinkled in response to let Azira know I was there. I heard a soft groan, a “good heavens,” and hurried footsteps. The frustration on Aziraphale’s face faded as he realized that it was only me.

“Oh, Y/N. Hello.” He smiled, his soft, round features filling with a warm happiness.

I couldn’t help but match his smile. “Hey Azira. Crowley said you were having trouble with the old shop.” I gave one of the wooden shelves a gentle pat. “Thought I could help?”

Aziraphale hesitated, but I knew why. He had a specific way of how things were supposed to go. A way that was meant to confuse people and keep them from actually buying any of the books he had managed to collect over the years. But I also knew that his bookshop was slightly sentient, just like Crowley’s Bentley and the shifting of the books drove Aziraphale mad.

“All right.”

A smile appeared on my face. “Thank you. How are you organizing them, so I know how you want me to do it.”

Azira started talking, but shamefully, I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes watched his lips move, but there didn’t seem to be any sound coming out from them. My eyes traced his face like I was trying to engrave it into my mind, even though it already was. His gentle blue eyes, his soft blond hair, the slight curve of his nose. All of it was already inside my head in a perfect picture.

God, I was in love.

“Y/N?” This time, Azira’s words did break into my thoughts. “Do you understand?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I blanked for a couple seconds,” I replied with a light chuckle. I was known to do that often. “But yes, I do understand.”

I turned on my heel and went to the back of the bookstore and began to organize the books absentmindedly. Whatever Aziraphale has said stuck in my head as I watched his lips because once I knowingly tried to do anything, I couldn’t place a single book.

So I allowed my mind to wander.

I thought about Crowley and how close of friends we had become. I thought of Aziraphale and how I desperately hoped that he would love me. I then thought about how I was only me... a human whom aged. A human whom would die long before Azira or Crowley since they couldn’t die at all. I sighed softly to myself. That’s why I knew Azira could never love me back. I was a human. He wouldn’t want someone that would only be around for a handful of years. In another thousand, I would just be a whisp of a memory, if I was even lucky enough to get that. I didn’t want that... I didn’t want to lose them.

I paused and leaned my head against the bookshelf, realizing my throat and eyes burned with the familiar sense of needing to cry. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a soft breath. It was only now that I realized I had gotten midway through the store, and I could hear Azira’s soft voice.

“-of your mind, Crowley.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, angel.” I heard Crowley gag, which made me stifle a laugh. “I can’t believe you made me say that. The point still stands, no matter what I say.”

“We’re just friends. Y/N and I are just friends.”

I paused, book in hand, as tho I had become a tableau. Just friends. I mean, I didn’t expect anything more, but it killed all my remaining hope of Aziraphale reciprocating my feelings.

“Y/N?” Crowley’s voice broke into my head, causing me to look over.

The two had moved to the row I was in. Aziraphale was frowning lightly; Crowley was as stoic as ever.

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Just try to figure out where to put this book,” I said, gesturing to the item with my eyes. “I’m sorry for any disruption I caused.”

“No, no, dear, you’re fine. I’ll take that and put it away,” Aziraphale said.

I placed the book in his outstretched hand and offered a soft smile. “Do you need anything else? Well, I know you didn’t need me in the first place, but is there anything else you want me to do or am I free to go?”

“You’re allowed to leave if you desire.”

I smiled once again and nodded toward Crowley to acknowledge him. “All right then. See you two later.” With that, I headed out of the bookshop.

I shoved my hands deep into my pockets with the familiar burning sensation in my throat and eyes. Crying seemed to be stupid right now, but I could stop my tears this time. Aziraphale wouldn’t love me — not in the way I desired — so why get all worked up over it? Stupid. It’s stupid. I cursed myself softly, wishing I hadn’t gotten so attached.

Once I reached my front door, I opened it and headed inside, directly for my couch. I decided that I might as well let myself cry it out and work with it tonight so I’d get over it faster. Although I hated to cry and felt silly, burying the feelings would make it hurt more. A small part of me encouraged me to be overdramatic about it, to overhype it all in hopes it wouldn’t seem so bad tomorrow morning.

I decided to follow that part of me.

I got some cookies dough from the refrigerator and plopped myself down onto the couch. I let myself have a cry-fest, ranting about how he didn’t even love me as a friend and how dumb I was to even imagine it all working out. After that, I put on Doctor Who. My stomach hurt with all the cookie dough I had eaten, but that didn’t stop me from still eating more as my favorite TV show played.

I suppose I had fallen asleep on the couch because the next thing I knew, the TV was not playing the same episode I had last remembered, it was dark outside, and my phone’s clock read 4:32 a.m.

I shrugged and got myself up, stretching out and making an obnoxious but very necessary sound as I did so. I knew I probably should’ve just gone to bed, but I found myself going towards the front door instead.

It was a crisp morning; the wind bit at my naked arms. I paid no mind to it. In a way, it was comforting. It reminded me that I was still alive and that I could still function.

Instead of going to my normal spot by the trees by Crowley’s house, I wound up outside of Aziraphale’s bookshop. A small smile spread over my lips as I sat down on the steps.

After about ten minutes, I heard, “Running from something or waiting?”

My eyes jerked toward the noise, and I saw a smiling Azira walking towards me.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I replied, ignoring his first question. It seemed to more be like him grabbing my attention than looking for an actual answer. “But here I am.”

“Why my bookshop?” He walked up and took my hand, pulling me up. Immediately, he frowned and hurriedly opened the front door, pulling me inside. “My dear, you’re frozen!”

I tilted my head, feeling a little like a confused puppy. I didn’t feel cold, but I didn’t feel numb either. “I’m all right, Azira, please don’t fret.”

That did not stop him from fretting.

I sighed softly and allowed him to do so, simply because I had no other choice. In a handful of minutes, I was sitting in his office with a cup of hot cocoa and a blanket around my shoulders.

Silly bastard. God, I love him.

“Anything else you wanna do?” I teased lightly.

Aziraohale paused, thinking about it. I suppose after six thousand years, he still hasn’t picked up on what sarcasm is yet.

“No. I’ve done all I can, I believe.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes and taking a sip of my cocoa. “This is why I love you.” I nearly choked on my drink when I heard myself saying it. But now it was out there.

“I love you too, my dear.”

I felt flustered, my hands trembling. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really—”

“I know.”

“It’s just I can’t help it,” I rambled.

“I know.”

“I fell in love with you so long ago and—and it hurt to keep inside.”

“I know, my dear.”

I hesitated and looked up at him curiously. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad when I, too, am in love with you?” A light blush dusted his cheeks. “I always thought you knew...”

I let out a gentle laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. The man I loved for so long had always loved me back. Call me the oblivious one.

“I love you,” I repeated, more surely.

“And I, you,” he replied, smiling

Aziraphale took a seat next to me. I used my free hand and hesitated a moment before going for it and grabbing his hand, lacing our fingers together. He turned to look at me, a small grin on his face as he leaned in and kissed me.

Once he pulled back, I still felt like I’d gone to a more pure heaven.

“You taste like chocolate,” he whispered.

I snorted. Of all the things he could’ve said, that was what he chose. “I love you so damn much, Azira.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, looking slightly confused.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, however long that may be.”

Aziraphale gave me a small smile, a smile with a hint of sadness, knowing that he would outlive me.

“To us, Azira. To us and our future,” I whispered, pressing a kiss onto his cheek. I didn’t want him to be sad right now.

“To us,” he said, capturing my lips in his.

#good omens x reader #aziraphale #aziraphale x male reader #crowley #good omens x male reader #good omens oneshots #good omens #aziraphale x reader

[lu-vas]

halloween skin ideas

i was brainstorming halloween skins for this year & i thought of some fun ideas for some heroes who don’t have halloween skins yet! here we go

dva

spider/black widow: her mech is a spider and her character model is dressed as a black widow. it would be a perfect opportunity for a cool goth looking dva. 

princess: another idea i had was more of a costume, where she’s dressed as a princess with the dress and all & her mech is like a pink princess carriage, something like this:

lucio

gorgon/medusa: i just really like the idea of his hair as snakes because it would be a perfect opportunity to mess with his hair physics and have them actually make sense for once LMAO

frog prince: listen it would go perfect with the princess dva one and would just be a really nice skin in general (what no im not being self indulgent as hel-dO IT BLIZZARD)

orisa 

cowboy costume: OK this is a very silly halloween costume idea for her: she dresses up as a cowboy with the hat and flannel and everything and then makeshifts her bottom half into a horse with a head in a front so she looks like a cowboy on a horse akjslfds THAT WOULD BE SO GOOD and one of her “hello’s” can be “howdy”

baptiste 

he honestly stumped me but he Needs a skin this halloween so i thought of a couple things. 

werewolf: ok listen the self indulgent person in me just wants it cuz thatd be hot and would look dope as hell

gran bwa: but also, i was researching haitian folklore and mythology and there are voodoo spirits called loa. i looked into it and there’s a certain type of loa called grand bois (gran bwa--meaning Great Tree) who’s a nature elemental

he’s considered Father of the Forest, who’s associated with trees, plants, herbs and nature and is also the loa of healing, who knows the secrets of herbal medicine. he’s envisioned as a kind of tree-man with roots for feet. 

this spirit sounds literally perfect for baptiste, not only for all of the healing and medicinal elements but he’s literally already shaped like a fuckin tree in the game LMAO. it would just be so fitting. im not really banking on blizzard doing something like this though cuz they usually do more general/generic creatures for halloween and this would probably be too particular for them and go over everyone’s heads. but this honestly would be a dream skin to me.

tracer

will’o the whisp/ghost: we all know she needs this skin already that’s what they kept calling her in junkenstein and the creature & its folklore matches her perfectly so just do it blizz

genji

knight: ok this isnt happening because pharah got a knight skin last year but i just wouldve loved a knight skin to go with the prince & princess lucio & dva XD (i literally have a whole au going here wtf) 

zombie: ok it would actually be cool since he literally did come back from the dead. and im sure blizzard would have a great design for it.

samurai: im only putting this here because if he’s gonna get any halloween skin its probably the one from the comic 4 years ago that everyone’s been wanting

he just got summer games tho so he might not even get a halloween skin this year. again.

winston 

gargoyle winston wouldve been perfect for this event idk why they made it for anniversary instead but anyway.

werewolf: the werewolf would probably be more fitting for winston than baptiste on account of his ultimate. and would be easier for blizz to design since he’s already an animal. 

dr. jekyll & mr. hyde: this one would be absolutely perfect for him since he’s a scientist like dr. jekyll and when he uses his ultimate he turns into mr. hyde. im not really sure what the design for that would even be but the concept of it is so cool.

ashe

demon hunter: just this to match mccree honestly but also mostly for a demon bob which would be dope as hell.

sigma

phantom of the opera: we all know he’s getting this don’t act surprised

#overwatch #halloween terror #blizzard #junkenstein #overwatch skins

[paechey]

ashshajka editing tutorial? pretty pweaseee

+ milkiesim ‘ What version of photoshop do you use ‘+ anon ‘ How do you edit hair? ‘

aaah hi there!! if there’s a specific editing process you’d like to know, let me know! i do have an editing tutorial here tho, it’s a pretty basic edit guide for PS (i have CS6!!), in terms of editing hair, i’ve answered it before but if you’re after like a more simple version, i literally just use a soft sorta gradient brush to draw the hair whisps! in terms of drawing it from scratch in my realistic or more arty style.. that’s like a whole different thing ha. if you would like to know that, i can make a YT video about it i guess??

#milkiesim #anon #faq

[marvelcinematic]

Forbidden (Wanda Maximoff x Stark! Reader)

Request by Anon: can you do wanda maximoff x starkdaughter!reader wherein wanda and reader secretly dating and then tony figured out that they were dating so he ask vision to get in the way of wanda and reader's relationship resulting for reader and wanda to break up. Then later reader found out about Tony's plans and just confront him you can decide on the ending tho wether reader and wanda gets back together or they will be together hihi i luv the bucky trap just sayin'

A/N: Ahhhh I’ve had such a busy week! I’m still going through requests, but feel free to send more! I’ll post more soon. I really enjoyed writing this one tbh so I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Some angst

Warnings: Some cursing and jealousy

Word Count: 4.4k

It was a cold winter day at the Avengers Headquarters when you decided to visit your father’s latest real estate acquisition. It was meant to be a short visit to see if you wanted to work with your father after all. Ever since Sokovia you had found him to be rather antsy, keeping his phone calls short as if he was hiding something. Apparently one of those somethings was losing his good friend Bruce Banner, whose alter ego flew him to space.

You treaded lightly as you looked up at your father, who was looking ahead with his hands behind his back. “So, uh, Cap is in charge around here. He runs all of the physical stuff, I pay for it.”

“So, did you finally give up the suit and elope with Pepper then?” You knew it was hard for him to detract himself from his occupation.

“No, not exactly...I’m kind of on a break from the super hero thing, but still keeping it subtle. We have some new recruits though...I may have helped create one of them.”

“You created one of them? Oh my god do I have a half-sibling? Why do they get to join the Avengers  and I don’t?’

“No, not biologically. It’s complicated, his name is Vision. Cap will introduce him and the others to you, while I am going to meet Pepper for lunch.” Tony said as he placed a hand on your arm and gave a quick peck on your cheek before hurrying off.

“Okay bye then.” you muttered before turning to walk straight ahead. Typical how he just brushed over the surfaces and was whisked away by a distraction.

You had been walking for a while until you realized Steve probably wasn’t even here. If he was he was probably occupied. You had not checked the time when you had snuck into a room and flopped onto the bed, not bothering to check whose room it was. Did it matter? Your dad owned all of it anyway.

When Wanda came home from a mission, she didn’t expect to a see a young girl her age lying in her bed. She didn’t alarm F.R.I.D.A.Y. figuring that she could handle the intruder herself. Red whisps started forming at her fingers as she approached the figure, circling around her bed. She studied you attentively, observing how your hair framed your face. Any other situation she would have admired your features in peace.

You twisted, waking from your sleep as soon as you heard foot steps nearing the bed. You let out a sigh and opened your eyes to see a beautiful brunette dressed in red with red whisps forming around her fingers. Your eyes widened as you shot up, your hair a mess and your eyes still heavy. You tried to search for words but none came as you stared at her, not knowing what exactly to do. You gave a nervous smile before saying softly, “Hi.”

“Who are you and why are you in my room?” Wanda hissed as she approached you, the whisps growing stronger and forming into a ball.

“Me? Oh I’m Y/N Stark, daughter of the famous billionaire. I just got tired and I went to the closest room that I could find...And now the longer I keep talking the more I feel like this totally sounds crazy and you have no reason to believe me...Please don’t hurt me.” She raised her hand as soon as you finished talking and you closed your eyes preparing for pain. But instead you calmed down as soon as the red whisp circled around you. You opened your eyes to see Wanda looking at you intently.

“My name is Wanda Maximoff, I’m an Avenger.” she said softly as she sat down next to you. She knew it was wrong to talk to the daughter of the man she used to hate, but there wasn’t anyone her age around here. She was used to having someone around with Pietro, and she figured it wouldn’t hurt to talk to someone her age.

What started out as a conversation in Wanda’s room ended up turning into something more. You had texted Wanda nearly everyday, at first starting out as friendly. Your father would be okay with friends. But then with one conversation on the phone you decided it would be best to move to New York after all. It was easier to be with her, rather than filtering yourself on your phone. Tony would never admit it, but he was constantly auditing your phone.

It had been two months since your first encounter with Wanda, and today was your first day in your new home. You were walking away from the headquarters, pulling your coat closer to you as the wind stung your face. Your father was out and the only ones there were Clint, Vision, Steve, and Wanda. You had walked well into the forest until you saw the brunette.

The Sokovian turned to look at you a smile gracing her face, “It took you long enough. What’s wrong?” You had seen her when you had gotten there and you didn’t even glance at her when you slipped her a note to meet you here.

You were at a lost for words, not knowing how to communicate. How could you say it? How could you say that were scared of your feelings. Scared that maybe she didn’t feel the same. Scared that of your family’s curse of turbulence. And yet at that moment Wanda picked up on your emotions. She stepped forward to grabs your hands and said softly, “Y/N…” She wanted to rid you of your fears, and yet even she was afraid. She was afraid of what Tony would think, of losing the only friend she had, of losing her new family.

You took in a deep breath as you looked into her eyes before moving forward and pressing your lips against her. Suddenly Wanda’s soft hands moved from yours and went to cup your cheek. The two of you kissed passionately until you finally pulled away, breathless, “Wanda…”

Wanda sniffled before saying, “I know, your father will never approve. But you make me happy Y/N.” She already knew your doubts and concerns, and she couldn’t help but share them. She wasn’t Tony’s favorite person afterall.

“You make me feel so loved, and you’re sensational,” you said softly with a smile, “We’ll keep it lowkey, and on day we’ll run away together.” True, it was a hopeful dream. When you’re the daughter of the most famous men at the moment it was hard to keep a low profile. And you knew Wanda felt the need to honor Pietro’s memory by fighting alongside the Avengers for the good of the world.

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Months had past since your first romantic encounter, and the two of you waltzed along in the shadows. Stolen kisses, previously unspoken thoughts and feelings were exchanged in the woods, while the two of you acted more like friends in the facility.

Everything was fine, except for the constant yearning of being public, until one night in spring. You were sitting at the dinner table, your father across from you while Steve sat at your left and Wanda sat your right. Your father sat in between Natasha and Vision. Sam and Rhodey were having their own conversation to the side, while Natasha kept her gaze on the two of you. The only people who knew about you and Wanda were Clint, Steve, and Natasha. Clint knew because Wanda confided in him, Steve knew because the two of you needed to shut him before he pressed too far, and Natasha knew because she could read the both of you.

You kept your eyes on your food, trying not to glance over at Wanda and seem suspicious. Meanwhile, Wanda was a master of getting the most of the shadows. While one hand was twiddling her fork the other slowly snuck to your leg, nudging it ever so softly. You glanced up at her to be smiling over at Vision, as he fumbled for his words while he was complimenting her.

Tony chewed on his steak before he started, “So, Captain, how is my progeny holding up? You’re not bullying her with boring paperwork, are you?” He said as he shot you a wink. He had not seen you in a while, when he did see you it was only for a few minutes. Most of your interactions were on the phone, which was fine.

Steve shrugged, “She’s doing fine, she seems to be really enjoying it here.” At that moment Wanda’s hand traced over your leg teasingly, causing you to get goosebumps at the motion. She had the lightest hands, and you couldn’t help but to adore them.

Wanda smiled as she continued to eat her food while you tried to keep eyecontact with your father. You gave him a smile and said, “So how’s Pepper?”

Tony flinched at this before he said, “She’s fine. We’re fine.” He would tell you later on how the two of them were having struggles that ended up leading to a break. He would have told you sooner, but he would of rathered talk to you about it in person.

The table was filled with awkward silence, as most were eating, and others were just staring at their plate. It was Vision who said next with a smile, “So who’s your favorite Avenger?”

Tony chuckled at this, “I mean, obviously it’s her dad, right?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, she’s spent so much time with us she might have a new one.” Natasha glanced over at you, as you made brief eyecontact with her and said with a smile, “Hmmm...Honestly I think Hawkeye is pretty cool.” That earned laughs from the table, even Steve and Wanda were chuckling.

“Thank God he isn’t here to hear that. We would never hear the end of it.” Sam chuckled.

Admist the laughs Wanda’s hand came to rest on the inside of your thigh, tracing shapes with her thumb and index finger. You couldn’t help but blush at this, stealing a glance from the woman next to you.

While Tony was laughing he couldn’t help but to see the look you gave Wanda, and suddenly he couldn’t help but wonder if you were hiding something. Thousands of thoughts raced in his mind, ranging between anger, confusion, and sadness. He tried to push his suspicions behind until you decided to retire, except it was an hour earlier than he knew you would. He stayed put as thirty minutes later Wanda excused herself for her nightly walk. Tony wasn’t dumb, he wasn’t going to panic in front of the other Avengers yet. He covered his thoughts with a drinks and smart comments before announcing it was best to rest too.

It was then that he walked along the greenery beside the facility until he saw the glow of a lantern light. He walked along the shadows and hid behind a tree as a he stole a glimpse from afar of you in Wanda’s arms, kissing her while she lay on top of the green forest floor.

It could have been anyone else, he swore. You could have chosen a man older than you, or a poor woman your age. But he could not approve of the Sokovian. She messed with his brain, she helped Ultron, he was pretty sure she was with HYDRA at one point, she let the Hulk out in Johannesburg. There were plenty of things Tony could not stand about her, but he was more bothered by the notion of her using you to get to him. She knew how much he feared losing you, he knew how much she hated him in the past. He wasn’t going to let you fall for the witch’s ulterior motives.

He allied himself with the only other personhe could rely on: Vision. Vision was the only who knew he knew, and he found himself talking to Stark alone in the kitchen.

“Vision I need you to do me a big favor.”

“What is it Mr. Stark?”

“I need you to find a way to break up Wanda and Y/N.” There were plenty of flaws Vision saw with this, but he understood Tony more than anyone. There was also part of him that yearned to be treated as a human and Wanda seemed to be the only one who saw him as whole. So Vision found ways to distract Wanda from you, causing a rift to form between the two of you.

In one instance, you were stood up by Wanda as you waited in the woods for three hours while she was training with Vision.

In another, Vision tried to flirt to Wanda in front of you. Now, he was a bad flirt, but nevertheless you were mad at Wanda for not shutting him down.

Wanda had caught on to your jealousy, but she chose to ignore it. She tried to reassure you that you were more than enough but alas you couldn’t help but feel paranoid.

The last straw had been when the two of you had been her room. Sure, it was platonic to just have a girls talk behind close doors. It was a week before she was going to go to Lagos with Sam, Natasha, and Steve. Her arm was lying lazily around your waist as you laid on your side.

You let out a content sigh as you muttered, “What are you going to do after all of this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean after all this Avengers stuff?”

In all honesty Wanda was afraid of that question because she just didn’t know. She said sharply, “This isn’t just stuff Y/N, these are our jobs. Not all of us are fortunate enough to have a wealthy father and just be an intern here.”

You flinched at this. You couldn’t do anything to change who your father was, and you loved him despite his flaws. “Just be an intern? Wanda, I sort out your paperwork. Saving the world is more than just wrecking the place and leaving. It involves litigation, insurance, international affairs.” Sure, it was boring, but you were proud of it because it was something you were good out.

Wanda was taken back by this. Wrecking the place? If she had the choice Sokovia would still be in tact and not ruined. She waved it off and said, “Anyway, I was talking Vision,” she noticed who you rolled your eyes at this and she fought off a scoff, “And he was saying how his emotions are starting to develop. I just feel really connected to him and he thinks it has something to do with the stone in his head…” You started to drown her out as you stared ahead. Why would you care about Vision? And speak of the devil, the red android phased through the wall earning a yelp from you as you rolled off your bed.

“Miss Stark...Wanda.” Vision said politely as he floated about, peering at your form curiously.

“Vis...What did I say about this kind of stuff?” Wanda said softly as looked over her bed to look at your frustrated expression.

Vis? You raised an eyebrow as you looked between the two of them. Also, how come your address was more formal than Wanda? Suspicion crossed your mind as you stayed quiet, drowning out Wanda and Vision as they were talking, barely acknowledging you. “Vision, leave.” you snapped sharply as you glared up at him. Vision looked to Wanda who motioned for him to leave as she let out a frustrated sigh, “Y/N.”

You stood up and said softly, “You know, I think my dad would be happy for you two.”

“Y/N.” she said firmly as she stood up to meet your eyes.

“No I get it, it’s selfish for both of us to think that we can keep this up in the shadows. I mean, he’d never approve. And you won’t just run away.”

“It isn’t that simple Y/N, there are lives at stake.” Wanda pleaded.

“You’re starting to sound like him, I mean that’s how it starts after all. That’s why Pepper and him are on a break. There will always be a bad guy, and just when you think that the person you love is at peace, they just get up and leave. Because no one else could finish the job.”

“I owe it to Pietro, my parents, Sokovia Y/N. I can’t take these powers back, I don’t know how to live outside of all that has happened.”

“It’s just the same bull. You owe it to the dead until you die. That’s what happens when your heroism is built on that. And the more I think about it, I can’t do it. I can’t worry about my dad’s old JARVIS flirting with you, I can’t worry about losing my only family and my only love. I can’t do this Wanda, and you know it. I may want a boring life, but at least it is one.” you said shakily as tears started to form in your eyes. You were selfish, you couldn’t help it. It ran in the family. You knew you dealt low blows, but you had to go before things got ugly.

“So you’re breaking up with me?” Wanda scoffed as her eyes scanned your face. She stepped towards you and you stepped back, not bringing yourself to look at her in the eyes.

“I guess I am.” you said softly. Wanda stepped towards you again and before you could step back she grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. You savored the moment, salt from your tears mixing with the sweetness of her lips before you pulled away. You sniffled before turning away, “I’ll see you later Maximoff.”

Wanda let you go, fighting the urge to pull you back as she watched you walk out of the door. As soon as you closed the door behind you she sobbed into her bed, ignoring Vision as he phased through again, laying his hand awkwardly on her shoulder.

You sped past the wandering eyes, ignoring Natasha’s questioning and Steve’s concerned gaze as you went downstairs to find your father. He didn’t say a word as you ran to him, not questioning why he was there as you sobbed into his shoulder. You were grateful he didn’t ask why at that moment, figuring that he understood, but you would find out later he fully understood what had happened.

When you heard the news about Lagos, you were on board with your father. It had been a week since the break up and you still had not talked about it, but you were there next to him as you watched the news unfold. You yearned to be with Wanda, to comfort her and give her some solace.

You were reading over the Accords with your father as Happy drove to the Avengers facility. You read through the paperwork as you said, “What are they going to do about Wanda?”

He was afraid you were going to ask that. He sighed, “It’s pretty bad Y/N. I mean we need to be held accountable. I think best possible case scenario she gets house arrest.”

“Best case? God dad, she’s my age!”

“Funny how that works out.” Tony muttered. You didn’t have time to respond as the car came to a halt and Tony walked out to meet the Avengers inside.

That day Wanda didn’t want to talk to you, she didn’t want to deal with any more pain as she sat in her room, looking at the tv screen. Natasha and Steve had advised you it was best not to approach her, and so you didn’t it. As tensions grew you stood by your father, thinking that what he was doing was right, and then he decided to take a teenager to fight at an airport against Steve and Wanda. Maybe you should have called him out earlier, but there your father was, bruised as he stood next to you, looking out the window.

Little did he know that you had overheard him and Vision talking as you were about to go see Rhodey. And what they had exchanged disturbed you.

“What happened out there?”

“I became momentarily distracted.”

“I didn’t think that was possible.”

“...You know, when I said break up Y/N and Wanda I didn’t mean fall in love with the witch.”

“I think your command exceeded my expectations as well...I have found in some way that Wanda and I are connected.”

You stopped yourself from listening anymore, rounding the corner to walk away in your anger. Your father had betrayed you. He was the one who caused you all this pain.

And there you were, staring out the window while you unsuspecting father stood next to you.

“Natasha left.”

“Her heart wasn’t in it. It’s not her job to tear people apart.” you said sharply as you glared up at him. Tony gulped and said carefully, “Look, we managed to lock some people up...Sam, Wanda, Clint...this guy named Scott.”

“What the hell Dad? Clint has a family!”

“Yeah well he should have thought about that and stayed in retirement.”

“Cut the crap dad, we both know you’re not so innocent.” you hissed as you locked eyes with your father. At one point you admired the man before you. Now, he was the cause of all your pain and more. How could he?

“Alright..why don’t you tell me what’s really up?” he said softly as he put a hand on your shoulder, which you shook off.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know...I know you sent Vision to try and break Wanda and I up.” you hissed as you clenched your fists, tears forming in your eyes. Why couldn’t your father be happy that you had found someone to love? How could he even live with himself like this.

Tony tried to find the right answer but there wasn’t one. A guilty look spread across his face as he said, “Y/N, I know it was wrong, but she’s dangerous.”

“Iron Man isn’t kid friendly either.” you snapped as you stepped away from him.

“How do you know she wasn’t using you to get to me?”

“If you got to know her maybe you’d learn that she didn’t hold a grudge against you 24/7.”

“I did what I had to do as a father to keep you safe.”

“Even if that meant breaking my heart?” you murmured, looking at him in bewilderment. You couldn’t do this. You started walking away, hoping to catch Natasha as she was leaving.

“Y/N---”

“Don’t come after me.” And with that you left the man in solitude.

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A week later you were sitting on a bench in Prague, breathing in the warm summer air as the sun set before you, causing the sky to have a red-orange hue. Natasha had left you here, deciding it was better for you to be safe alone than running around with fugitives. You had not contacted your father yet, still angered by him. One day you would forgive him, but he knew he was far from that. He decided it was best for your safety not to know your whereabouts, for if he knew Ross would know, and technically you were aiding fugitives.

Natasha had told you that Bucky Barnes, one of the men who fought Tony, killed your grandmother and grandfather when he was brainwashed. You weren’t angry at the soldier, you were angry at Natasha and Steve, because they knew. In that moment, you felt some sympathy for your father. And so she left you in peace in Europe, with cash and fake identifcation.

You didn’t turn around when a figure came to sit by you. Instead, your eyes were focused on the City of a Hundred Spires and the beautiful sky before you. You were stuck in your desolation, having lost trust in your father, the world you knew, your friends that you thought you could trust, and the love of your life. Here you were, in a foreign country with a fake name and a new life.

Wanda watched you as she approached to sit down. She saw the sadness in your face, how your lips were quivering and how your eyes had been puffy. She slowly sat down, watching the hues of the sunlight reflect along your eyes. Despite how you left things, she still loved you and she didn’t want to see you like this. Sighing she said softly, “Penny for your thoughts?”

You gasped as soon as you recognized the thick accent. Sure enough, Wanda was there next to, looking at you tiredly. Were you hallucinating? “Wanda?” you said softly as you stood up, looking down at her. She was civilian clothes, her hair lighter than before.

“In the flesh.” she said with an awkward smile. Suddenly you knelt down before her, unable to hold back your sobs. You were so cruel before, acting like a typical Stark.

“I’m so sorry, I should have never have said what I said. I was just scared of losing you, and I never felt this way about anyone.” you cried before her.

Wanda looked down at you, her hand reaching to cup your face. She shushed you as she pulled you up with her to stand, looking around in hopes that you weren’t causing a scene. “I’m here now.” she said softly as she cupped your face. You were mess, but you were her mess. In all of the pain that she had suffered in her life, all of the loss, all of the self-hatred, she couldn’t help but feel that she deserved happiness with you.

You sniffled, taking in the sensation of her hands either so lightly against your skin again. “What are we going to do?” you mumbled. The reality weighed on you, and you didn’t want to drag her down.

“We can start over, travel around Europe, me and you. I’ll have to help Sam, Natasha, and Steve, but Y/N, I’ll always come back to you.” she reassured you.

You nodded at this and said with a smile,”I can live with that. Now start over, does that mean I can take you out for a first date and I just get a kiss on the cheek? Which base are we on? Because I don’t mind starting at homepl--” Your rambing was cut off when Wanda had pulled you in for a deep kiss, giving you enough of an answer with that.

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