#like I think having braids is my peak form

[isablooo]

New icon!!! Its me, your resident gothic lit enjoyer with the overwhelmingly pink fashion! I'm in my birthday outfit from last year (i had a cottage core picnic ♡). The corset was made by floramae.online, please check out her lovely work~

#I dont rly like drawing myself but i had literally no idea what else to do as an icon so i finally forced myself to draw this... #I was so anxious to post this... gonna try to not delete it and go back to my old icon lol #anyways I dont have braids anymore cuz im giving my hair a rest but its been months now and i want to get them again!! #like I think having braids is my peak form #myart

[angelshimaa]

━━ [ 𝟒:𝟐𝟗 ] ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

✧ cw :: fem!reader (bkg calls reader 'my girl' once), fluff, bkg calls you ‘babe’ once, hinted at that denki has a crush on you, you just wanna braid his hair

✧ a/n :: finally some fluff 🤭 i actually really liked writing this one !!

“your hair is actually a curse.”

your words come out a little above a whisper, absent-minded as you play with his hair, his head resting in your lap. granted, the blond hair is softer than it looks, but its uneven spikes barely allowed for any diversity in hairstyles.

“like, what do you mean i can't braid it?” this isn't the first time this exasperated complaint is voiced and you hear bakugou snort, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in a half-grin.

“thank god, i’d look like shit with braids.” you try to envision them on him, but the fact that his face is upside down doesn’t help at all. what you do see is the light from the warm day peaking through the thin curtains to kiss his face, and you're reminded of how unnecessarily pretty your boyfriend is.

“who said you don't already look like shit?” you can't help it, and when he looks up at you, eyebrows raised as if you both know better, you grin and raise yours back— as if to suggest that maybe he doesn't.

“don’t think you'd be here if i did, babe.” his grin looks boyish and you can't understand why he prefers contorting his features into a grimace.

it's your turn to snort, fingers sectioning some of his choppy bangs off to as to fiddle around with them specifically. “maybe i’m into guys who look like shit, katsuki. ever think about that?”

“if you were, you would be in dunceface’s room right now, not mine.” it's too quick of a response to not have been thought of before, and you flick the top of his forehead. he's done it to you many times before, and you understand why— it was a little fun.

“kaminari is actually really nice, katsu, leave him be.”

bakugou rolls his eyes— of course you'd think he's nice. “he’s even better when he's not hitting on my girl— he should try that sometime.” you chuckle at his grumbling, eyebrows knitted together to frame his eyes. he's cute when he's harmlessly jealous.

“even if he was— i fear my heart is already taken.” you fake a look of sorrow. “a shame, really.”

katsuki's eyes gleam in daylight as he scoffs. “‘a shame’ my ass— you're so in love with me it makes you look stupid.”

he's right, the both of you know he is. neither of you would have it any other way.

“you say that as if you don't kiss the ground i walk on, katsu.” your smile is softer and it sends a pang to his heart.

“and you deserve every kiss.” it's a cheesy line, one a past him would likely cringe at, but he finds no shame in making his devotion to you well known.

you dip your head down to give him a peck on the lips, grinning. the heart eyes he gives you when you're that close has the butterflies resting in your stomach kick up. “that’s what i thought, katsuki. now... have you ever thought about straightening your hair?”

you laugh at the horror that crosses over his face, scowl settling in his face as if to tell you to not even think about it— it doesn't matter how badly you want to braid it.

katsuki's whipped. he knows from the way he thinks you laugh like a summer afternoon, warm and excited, but even he had his limits.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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[jeannineee]

eeek! saw that you're taking requests and whilst reading one of your headcannon's about our beloved bat boys... wondering what you think it would be like bathing with each of them 😏😇😅🤤 fluff and nsfw content, and all!!! like i imagine a sort of gentleness in maybe Rhys (?) massaging your scalp while shampooing or something, but then a sort of ferocity as he grabs your hips and pulls them flat against...

OKAY YOU GET IT!! RIGHT? hopefully lol!!!!is this too much??? UGH

anyways

love, love, love how you flow with words. seemingly so natural, as if you know each of the boys personally and thoroughly. obsessed with it.

this is my personal love letter to you, thanking you for putting your work into the universe for us all to devour and enjoy and smile like a fool at. you are amazing!!! thank you!!

First of all!!! This is so sweet of you, anon!! The feedback I’ve been getting for my works lately has been so kind. I love all of you!!

Friendly reminder that my requests are OPEN.

Anyway!! Nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

Bathing with the Batboys…

Rhysand

It’s an almost daily ritual with him.

Whether you’re showering, or in the bathtub, he enjoys doing it with you.

This male practically PURRS when you scrub the shampoo into his scalp.

He loves giving you massages in the bathtub, too. Rubbing away the tension in your neck, your shoulders, your back.

He revels in the soft moans and gasps that fall from your lips.

You definitely use baths as an excuse to touch his wings.

He pull you into his lap as you wipe the washcloth on his chest, his shoulders.

You’ll “accidentally” graze his wing, earning a hiss from him.

“You cruel little thing,” Rhys tells you, but makes no move to stop you.

So you continue, swirling your fingers around the spots you know to be sensitive.

And then Rhys can’t take it anymore, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his throbbing cock.

“Look at what you’ve caused, darling.”

You smirk, wrapping your hand around him, stroking him slowly. “Seems like a ‘you’ problem, Rhysie.”

He gives you his signature feline grin in response, before lifting you from the tub, and carrying you to bed.

You won’t be walking for the rest of the day ❤️

Cassian

This man loves being babied, can’t tell me otherwise.

He turns his back to you in the bathub, giving you full access to his back and wings.

It’s not just the fact that touching his wings is stimulating, it’s also that there is a lot of trust that comes with Cassian being in such a vulnerable position with you.

The sounds that come from him, when you massage his back?

When YOU TOUCH HIS WINGS? Good luck!!

He loves washing your hair, and actually likes braiding it, too.

He’ll pull your back flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

“I’m naked, Cassian.”

“Exactly.”

He will pepper kisses along your exposed skin, smiling to himself as your breaths come in quicker.

He wraps his strong arms around your waist, calloused hands moving to cup your breasts.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, circling your nipples until they form hard peaks.

He’ll keep one hand on your breasts, the other sliding down your stomach, stopping just above where you need him.

When you turn to glare at him, he shamelessly grins in response. “Ask me nicely.”

“Cocky bas—oh…” your words are cut off the moment his fingers start circling your clit.

He’ll draw at least three orgasms from you before taking you to bed. Or the counter, or the wall, if you’re both particularly impatient.

Azriel

LOVES the intimacy of bathing with you.

He showers you with affection, both as you bathe him, and he bathes you.

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” he’ll mutter as you massage his scalp, his eyes focusing on the concentration in your face.

It takes a while before he’ll let you touch his wings, but when he finally allows it, it becomes a regular occurrence.

You’ll sit in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as the water gently steams around the two of you.

You’ll not-so-subtly trace a finger along the membranes of his wing, squeezing your legs together at the string of curses that leave him.

His tone of voice turns you into a puddle.

“Keep it up, sweetheart. See what happens.”

You ABSOLUTELY keep it up, tracing and teasing his wings.

Azriel has lots of self-control, but the second you decide to drag your tongue along his wing?

He bends you over the edge of the tub, hands caressing the backs of your thighs.

He’ll take his time teasing you, with his tongue, his fingers.

Then, when you’re begging, he’ll finally give you what you want.

Definitely smirks to himself at your wobbly legs afterwards. (But absolutely carries you around till you can stand on your own.)

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #smut #acomaf #female reader #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #Cassian acotar #Cassian x reader

[asimpwithfreetime]

Yandere jake sully and yandere netriyi find us crying

I let you choose the scenario:)

Okay, this will also be the polyamory mating scenario because I need serotonin right now.

The love of our lives (Yandere! Jake Sully x fem!reader x Yandere! Neytiri)

Summary: Y/n is a dreamwalker and when she is harassed by some of the clan members, Jake and Neytiri go feral. Once they find her, under the willow tree of souls, they comfort her and mate her.

General warnings: yandere behavior, reader crying, yandere! Jake Sully, yandere! Neytiri, threatening, graphic descriptions of violence, poliamory, kissing, “make out”(?), mating. Suggestive content.

Content warnings: not proofread yet, English isn’t my first language.

[ 3rd person POV ]

Soft sniffles left the young Na’vi woman’s mouth. She felt tears sting in her eyes. “Look, the demon is going to cry!” One of the Na’vi woman said.

Y/n felt so bad she ran away from Hometree. One way or another getting to the tree of souls before nighttime.

Jake and Neytiri descended the stairs of Hometree with a darkened look. “Why did she run away?” Jake asked, his tone a low growl. “Answer!” Neytiri demanded.

The Na’vi women that where a minute back harassing the dreamwalker avatar lost all their strength and bravery. “Answer I said!” Neytiri hissed.

“We didn’t think she would end up crying” one started, Neytiri got close to her. “What do you mean by that?”.

“She made our love cry, I think we should do something about them. Teach all of this brave for nothing Na’vi’s a lesson”. Jake said, a wicked smile displaying in his features.

The women swallowed thickly. “Please! We will say we are sorry to her!” One of them pleaded. “You should have though about that before” Neytiri said before jumping over one of them. She started to fight against the woman. It wasn’t a hard work for a warrior like Neytiri.

Jake huffed “I don’t usually hit women, but…” he joined his mate in the fight. Two against five or six.

After a few minutes, they had a few scratches here and there but they had won. The other Na’vis were hurt, bleeding and some of their bones broken.

“MaJake, we must find her” Neytiri said, licking some blood off her hand. “Let’s go” Jake said, kissing the crown of her head before running in the direction Y/n had ran just half an hour ago.

They reached the tree of soul, they were greeted by the sound of soft crying. They felt their hearts hurt by that. They found her crying on her knees. “I am so unworthy of living in such a beautiful planet” she mumbled to herself.

“No, don’t say that” Jake’s strong arms hugged her form, startling her. She relaxed in his touch, his rough but gentle fingers drying her tears. “You are worth everything” Neytiri cooed at her. Both stronger Na’vis hugging her with pure affection.

“We love you” Neytiri blurted out. Both Jake’s and Y/n’s ears peaking in interest. “It is true. We love you” Jake said, his hands cupping her face.

Neytiri got on between, capturing Y/n’s lips in a soft kiss. Her hand holding Y/n’s waist. Jake gulped.

Once Neytiri was out of breath, Jake grabbed Y/n, pinning her to the ground and kissing her roughly. His hand holding her thigh.

“Y/n, we have chosen you” Neytiri started “Do you choose us?” She looked at her pleading. Jake’s ears came down and he gave her a puppy look.

Y/n hesitated for one moment. But then she nodded eagerly. Neytiri softly pulled her own braid towards them, just as Jake was preparing his. Y/n looked shy with her actions, taking time to undo her hairdo to unleash her braid. All three of them conectes at the same time. Jake moaned softly and purred. Small whines leaving his lips as he held the two women close to his chest.

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[tomssexdoll]

can you do where reader and Tom were best friends and Tom was secretly crushing on her at school like 2003-2005 but then Tom had to leave the school because he got famous and had to go to tour and stuff and school was pretty hard for him but in 2009 he sees reader somewhere like in a restaurant and they talk about old times and then they go to reader’s house and then it ends with smut

i love this idea sm

Gone too long

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom were best friends in years ago, Tom had to leave in 2005 when his career started to peak, leaving Y/N all alone. She didn't know at the time but he had the biggest crush on her and leaving her was one of the worst things that could happen. Later in 2009 he still thinks about her everyday, and then one day sees her in a resturant, eating alone. A/N: ee WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary and riding), nipple play, teasing, squirting

When I was around 13, I met this guy named Tom, he was instantly my best friend and we hung out for days on end, every time we'd see each other we'd always work to one specific corner store and order the same thing every time.

But in 2005, his music career started to rise and he got more attention. I'd always helped him and the band with getting gigs at small bars or house parties but they never really became super famous.

He had to leave and I was devistated, 2 years of friendship wasted. Little did he know I had the fattest crush on him.

As the years went by I watched as his career progressed, him turning into a handsome young man. One day I decided to go eat out alone, not let my thoughts get the best of me.

I picked a cute little resturant, a family owned business that had recently opened, everyone I know was saying how good this place was, even celebrities were going.

I opened the swinging doors, greeted by a waiter and being sat at a 50s themed booth. I skimmed over the menu, looking at all the delicious options, things from chicken burgers to beef burgers to nuggets to fries to milkshakes.

I chose a strawberry milkshake and a beef burger with a side of fries, I hadn't eaten breakfast earlier so I was super hungry. I looked around the place, noticing how all the customers looked so happy, couples sharing milkshakes, families bonding and eating.

Then, I saw a guy sitting alone, black braids with a black bandana, I decided to ignore him but I couldn't shake the feeling off that he was staring at me. I decided to look again and my eyes widened, a familiar face, the face I've loved for years.

I realized it was Tom and he had realized it was me, I saw him stand up with his food and rush over to me, sitting down in the booth, we were both speechless, surprised to be seeing each other after so long.

"Hey Y/N..it's been a while" he smiled softly, I nodded, not being able to form words, super shocked that he was actually in front of me after so long. "So..how are you?" he chuckled, munching on his fries.

"Fuck..uh..." I snapped out of my trance, "i'm fine..I have a really cool job and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..I watched all your interviews in hopes you'd maybe talk about me" I confessed, my cheeks flushing red, turning my head to look away from him.

"I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about you too, I'd try distract myself but you always clouded my thoughts" he chuckled, reaching his hand out and grabbing mine, causing me to snap my head back to him.

"I'm glad I could see you again, you've grown so much" he smirked "you're very beautiful" he teased, sending a little wink. I giggled, "you're very handsome yourself Tom, I love the braids"

For the next 3 hours we talked about old times, what we used to get up to and what we've been doing for the past 4 years. The resturant was near closing, we didn't even notice that we had been chatting for so long, we just had so much to catch up on and so much chemistry, the conversation never went awkward.

"Hey folks, the resturant is closing now, can we ask if you can pay your Bill and leave? We're so sorry" the waiter came up to us, "oh of course!" I smiled, going up to the counter to pay for my meal, "no no, let me pay liebe" I chuckled "liebe? You haven't called me that since 2004, who do you think you are" I said playfully, a smug grin appearing on his face as he payed for my meal.

"Thanks for that Tom" I leaned in, kissing his cheek sweetly and holding onto his hand, our fingers interlocking. I had walked to the resturant since it was so close to my house, Tom of course drived, his black sports car waiting outside.

"You wanna go back to mine? I really did miss you, I don't want our little date to get cut short" he frowned, looking down at me, "of course I want to" I smiled, pulling him with me to his car.

He opened the door for me, "why thank you" I smirked and got into the passanger seat, buckling myself up. He came to the side and got into the drivers seat, starting the car.

He sneakily slid a hand on my thigh as he started to drive. I rolled the window down, the cool breeze hitting my skin, sending goosebumps all over my arms.

I looked at the empty streets, admiring the yellowy glow of the street lights. As we arrived to his house he guided me in, bringing me to the lounge room. I sat on the couch as he dissapeared to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of champagne for me and him, 2 glasses in his other hand.

He sat down next to me, pouring us a glass. We continued to talk for another hour, sipping at our drinks. Eventually we got tipsy, tension starting to fill the room. I had taken my jacket off, my boobs nearly buldging out of my tank top.

I noticed the way he just stared at my cleavage, a tent forming in his pants. "Tom" I called out, "oh..sorry" he chuckled, scratching his neck nervously.

I smirked and climbed onto his lap, smashing his lips into mine. His hands immediately flew to my hips, holding them tightly, deepening the kiss.

"Mm.." I moaned into the kiss, Tom slipping his tongue into my mouth and bucking his hips up, grinding against me softly. Our tongues fought for dominance, getting heated quickly.

He picked me up, holding me by my ass and walking towards his room, our lips still glued together. He pulled away for a moment, throwing me onto the bed and crawling to me, smashing his lips into mine again, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head.

"Tom!" I gasped, his kisses trailing down to my neck, sucking roughly and leaving marks everywhere, basically claiming me as his. "Fuck.." he groaned, pushing his erection onto my stomach.

He let go of my hands, tugging at my shirt and pulling it off, along with my bra, revealing my perky breasts, nipples hard. "Ohh my god.." his breath hitched, leaning down and latching onto one of my nipples, sucking harshly.

I whined, "oh fuck! mm Tom!" arching my back, his cock pressing into me harder. He started to take his shirt off, along with his pants and boxers, leaving him completely nude all while kissing and sucking on my nipples.

He eventually let go, dragging my skirt off and rubbing my clit over my panties softly, my hips bucking up "ohh..someones excited" he smirked, peeling them off and throwing them to the side.

I whined, growing impatient, he detected this and smirked, aligning himself at my entrance, slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck!" I cried out, holding onto his biceps as he stretched me out slowly, making sure it didn't hurt.

After bottoming himself out he started to thrust slowly, trying to get me adjusted to his size. "Fuck..Tom you're so big.." I groaned, scratching at his back, he chuckled and started to thrust faster.

Eventually he started to pound into me, hitting my g spot repeatedly, "fuck.." he grunted, leaning down and starting sucking on my nipples again, swirling his tongue around my sensitive buds, little moans escaping my mouth.

I whimpered, his cock slamming into me cruely, stabbing at my g spot desperatly, his cock throbbing in my tight wetness. He grabbed my hips tightly, grazing his teeth over my nipples.

I felt tension build up in my stomach, twisting into a tight knot. He threw his head back, mouth slightly agape, cock twitching in me.

He groaned, feeling his balls tighten as he neared his orgasm. He could feel me clenching around his cock, causing him to lose control, "I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" he groaned, ejaculating and spurting his hot cum into me pussy, filling it to the brim.

I moaned at the sensation of my pussy being filled, my orgasm crashing down, juices spilling all over his cock. "Holy fuck.." I panted, Tom fell down onto the bed next to me, catching his breath.

Before I knew it I was on his cock again, he grabbed me by my waist and easily picked me up, slamming me back down onto his length, making me ride him.

"Oh fuck!" I whined, he grabbed my hips and started to help me move up and down on his cock, "you're so fucking hot.." he growled, slapping my ass harshly.

I yelped and rode faster, his tip hitting all the right spots, "that's right baby, ride my cock like the little slut you are.." he grinned, reaching out and fondling my bouncing breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple.

"Ohh fuck!" I whined, bouncing up and down on his cock, chasing another orgasm, my cunt dripping with juices. I threw my head back, the pleasure taking over my body, no thoughts being processed in my head.

He started to thrust up into me, meeting my movements. Hands squeezing my breasts roughly, "taking my cock so well..such a good girl" he praised, I felt my climax building again.

I was drunk on his cock, it was like drugs to me, addicting. He smirked, smacking my ass again, balls slapping onto my ass, hips slamming into mine roughly.

"Cum on this cock again, now" he commanded, I cried out and dug my nails into his shoulders, legs twitching as I came again, a clear stream of liquid spilling onto his abdomen.

"Holy shit!" I whined, collapsing onto his chest as he came deep in me again, fucking the cum into my pussy so it wouldn't spill out. He layed onto the bed, pulling me with him, pulling out slowly and cleaning me up.

"I missed you so much baby..you've been gone for too long.." he looked deeply into my eyes, brushing stray hairs away from my face and kissing me softly.

"I'm so happy I can be in your arms again" I smiled, kissing him back gently.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @tomsonlyslut @ge-billsgf

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[fukanouna]

Close your eyes (it's okay now)

Summary: Wanda finds herself alone in the afterlife. Then she reunites with a familiar redhead.

Set after the events of DS2: MoM.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 934

A/N: Hello :)

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Wanda felt like she was floating.

She didn't know where she was and could not open her eyes. Everything felt so heavy, yet somehow, she felt so free. The malevolent whispers of the Darkhold were gone from her mind. Wanda wasn't sure when was the last time she was able to think with such a level of clarity.

Then, Wanda felt her feet land on something kind of solid. She sank into the ground slightly and heard the gentle sound of ocean waves crashing. Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself on some kind of beach. A seemingly endless forest stood behind her, while a setting sun that peaked above the horizon was in front of her, painting the skies a fiery red and orange. For some reason, Wanda found herself in a sleeveless cotton white dress and bare feet lightly buried under the sand. The look didn't suit her.

Not after what she's done.

Wanda strolled along the shore, taking in the warm breeze and the salty scent of the ocean. She walked for what felt like hours, yet she never grew tired. No matter how far she walked, there was no sign of any life. Birds, fish, crustaceans, people - there was nothing. Just Wanda, the land, the sea, and the sky.

Then she came across a large log on the sand facing the ocean.

But what caught her attention was not the log itself, but who was sitting on it.

Natasha turned her head and smiled.

"Hey, Wanda."

Wanda almost started crying.

"Natasha?" She was wearing a black tactical suit that wasn't familiar to Wanda, and her hair woven in a side braid.

Natasha patted the space next to her. "Come sit with me." When Wanda stayed frozen in place, she tilted her head to one side. "What's wrong?"

"The last thing I remember was telling Strange I was destroying every copy of the Darkhold and bringing down the castle atop of Mount Wundagore," Wanda said quietly, looking far off across the ocean, before settling her gaze back on the other woman. "I'm dead."

Natasha's gaze softened. "You are."

"Does that mean you aren't real?"

"I'm not part of your imagination, if that's what you're asking," the Widow chuckled. "I just suddenly found myself here, waiting. Somehow, I just knew it was you I was waiting for. Maybe it's because now I also have ties to an Infinity Stone."

Wanda felt the incoming tears in the back of her throat. There was so much kindness in the way Natasha looked at her, the way she spoke to her with such gentleness, it was too much when Wanda didn't deserve any of that. She felt the Chaos Magic flowing through every fiber of her being, and in one large motion of her arms, the pure cotton dress was consumed by blood red energy streams and revealed her as the Scarlet Witch. She thought Natasha would recoil from her new form, but the other woman remained expressionless.

"After what I've done, after killing and hurting so many innocent people, I don't deserve your kindness," Wanda said with strained voice. She started down at her blackened fingertips that were still tainted from the Darkhold. "I don't deserve to see you," she added more quietly. "I'm no longer the Wanda you knew."

Several seconds passed before Natasha stood up and placed herself right in front of Wanda. The smile returned to the Widow's face as she took Wanda's hands into her own. "You'll always be my Wanda."

Tears poured from Wanda's eyes. "You don't understand—"

"I do understand," Natasha interrupted her. "You saw my memories. What I used to do, what I used to be. Yet that never stopped you from wanting us to grow closer." Her thumbs slowly swiped over and over across the back of Wanda's hands in a comforting manner. "I don't know what you did and I don't need to know. Because none of that matters anymore. In the end, you tried to make amends. To no longer let the hurt control you and do good again. That's why I know you're still my Wanda."

Wanda closed her eyes and sobbed hard as Natasha spoke to her and made no effort in resisting when she felt Natasha's arms wrapped around her. She couldn't remember the last time someone held her like this and forgot what it was like to be loved. Not wanting to separate, she reciprocated the embrace and held Natasha as tightly as she physically could.

"You did well, Wanda. You can rest now," Natasha whispered softly into her ear.

It took awhile before Wanda calmed down and finally joined Natasha on the log, shoulder to shoulder.

"What now?" Wanda asked.

Natasha shrugged. "Whatever you want. We have all the time in the universe. What's the first thing you want to do?"

Wanda hummed thoughtfully. Her eyes stared at the warm ball of light that stood across the ocean from them. "Watch the sunset with you," she answered with a smile.

"How romantic of you," Natasha remarked with a slight smirk. "Trying to make me swoon, Maximoff?"

"Perhaps," the witch smirked back. "Is it working?"

"Actually, yes."

Wanda and Natasha laughed together.

While the sun slowly dipped below the horizon to reveal the stars in the sky, the two of them sat in silence as the ocean breeze blew past them. There wasn't much time left until Wanda had to decide what to do next in the afterlife, but as she glanced over at Natasha, she was immediately comforted knowing she wasn't alone.

And that was more than enough.

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A/N: Thanks for reading :)

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #wanda x natasha

[musings-of-a-rose]

I'll Always Wait For You - Chapter 18 (Final Chapter)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word Count: 6900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Well, this is it. The final chapter. I’m feeling very emotional about this one, as these 2 are my babies. This fic was the second thing I ever started writing AND my first series. I started it in November of 2021 and now I’m ending it in June of 2023. Thank you to everyone who has read it, left comments, reblogged it, talked about it off of Tumblr (I am still FLOORED that this has happened!). This is what keeps people creating. Even if you think you have nothing important to say, or if all you say is just a keyboard mash of letters, I can promise you ALL of it means the world to us. So I dedicate this fic to you, the reader. You’re the real star here and I can’t express my love enough. If you’re ever wanting more, I am always down to write one shots, drabbles, character insights, what ifs, etc for this fic (and any of my others).

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<&lt;Chapter 17

“You look so beautiful!” Olivia gushes over you after she tucks the last braid into place, watching you stand and do a little twirl in your white dress.

“You think so? It’s not too much?”

“Too much? Girl, it’s your wedding day. You can’t be too much!”

Smiling, you smooth out your dress as you take in your reflection. You’re marrying Frankie. Your Frankie. Frankie, whom you’ve been in love with since you were 19. This is real. It’s happening.

Ok, technically, in the eyes of the law, it happened a few weeks ago at a courthouse. But there’s something special about gathering in front of your close friends and family, wearing a beautiful dress, and getting to repeat those vows in front of everyone. A soft knock at the door brings you out of your head and Olivia walks across the room to peak her head outside. 

“Mosa, it’s the photographer. Are you ready for the first look?”

“It’s HERmosa!” Frankie’s muffled yell comes from behind the door and Olivia smirks. 

One last glance in the mirror at your reflection and you nod, turning your back towards the door. You hear some shuffling as Frankie is ushered in backwards and the photographers get into place. 

“Turn in 3..2..1..Turn!” Olivia says and then steps back.

You turn, your eyes finding his almost immediately, as if they were drawn there. He’s dressed in a tailored suit, fitting his form perfectly, his grandfather’s kerchief folded and poking from the pocket. But what you’re really interested in is his face, his eyes growing wider and glossier the longer he looks at you.

“Hermosa, you…you’re beautiful,” Frankie says, awestruck.

“You’re just figuring that out?” You say behind a smile.

“No, I mean I always knew but…wow.”

He walks up to you and cups your cheek, running his thumb across it as Olivia hisses something about makeup from the corner of the room. But you couldn’t care less. Frankie was here, marrying you. This is all you’ve dreamt of for well over 10 years. A tear runs down Frankie’s cheek and you wipe it away.

“Are you ok?”

He sniffs and smiles. “I’m the best I’ve felt in a long time. I just…I only wish we would’ve done this sooner.”

“We did. We got married in the courthouse, remember?” 

He smiles at you. “I meant more that we never…that we stayed together since that first kiss.”

“Me too. But we can’t dwell on what-ifs. We can only think about the here-and-nows.”

Frankie tips your chin up and presses a light kiss to your lips, the clicks from the camera going crazy. You pose for photos for several minutes before Olivia ushers everyone from the room, winking at you when she says she’ll give you 10 minutes of alone time before she came to get you. The second the door closes, Frankie pushes his tongue in your mouth, pulling you as close as he can. 

“I can’t mess this dress up, Frankie,” You say pouting.

“That’s ok. I can work with that.” Frankie grips your hips and spins you around, bending you over the back of the chair and clasping a hand to your mouth as he takes you, your hands desperately trying to reach behind you to pull him in closer. 

15 minutes later, Olivia knocks on the door and enters hesitantly, smirking when she sees you smoothing down your dress, Frankie’s face more pink than when she had left. 

“It’s time,” she says, tossing her thumb over her shoulder and looking at Frankie pointedly. He turns to you and kisses your cheek.

“See you out there?”

“Raging sharks couldn’t keep me away.” 

He kisses you once more before Olivia starts clearing her throat. When he straightens up a curl falls on his forehead and you softly push it back to where it was, feeling Frankie’s eyes on you the entire time. He opens the door and looks outside befire turning back to you. 

“Your gift is here.”

“You don’t have to get me a gift, Frank-”

Santi walks through the door, dressed in a nice tux and smiling from ear to ear. You hadn’t seen him since the day he confessed his love for you and you had missed him terribly. Frankie was your best friend, but Santi was a close second and you’d hated the idea of getting married without him there.

“Santi?”

“Hey, Hermosa.”

You catch a glimpse of Frankie’s smile before he closes the door as you wrap your arms around Santi, feeling him squeeze you back just as hard. Separating a few moments later, you dab under your eyes as you try to choke back tears. 

“If I smudge my makeup, Olivia may kill me.”

Santi laughs. “She’s Benny’s girl, right? She’s perfect for him.”

“She’s really great…but how are you here?”

“I uh…Frankie called me a few weeks ago and told me…well, everything. I’m sorry I was screening my calls, Hermosa. I just…I needed time.”

“I understand. But…you’re here now! Are you ok?”

“I’m doing alright, Hermosa. Actually, pretty good.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about her.”

He laughs. “I will. But uh, hey - do you need a Man of Honor? If…if that would…be ok?”

“I would love to have to as my Man of Honor! But…Benny already agreed and I don’t know how to tell him -”

Santi waves his hand. “Benny was in on this. He knows and already said it was ok with him as long as you wanted it.”

Your eyes go wide. “Wait. Benny knew you were coming and he didn’t tell me?”

“Yeah.”

You gasp. “That bitch!”

Santi laughs his hardest yet. “So…”

“Let’s go, Man of Honor.”

The next thing you know, Frankie’s kissing you, everyone whooping and cheering, Aurelia throwing more flower petals into the air as they announce “Mr. and Mrs. Morales.” The rest of the night was like a blur, between photos and eating, first dances and cake, you barely had time to sit until things started to wind down long into the night. When you tried to help clean up, Olivia literally slapped your hand away and glared at you.

“Absolutely not. Benny!” He walks over and play groans when she says she’s recruited him to help clean up. She pretends to twist his nipple when he starts to complain and he yelps, high pitched and smiling as they play fight for a few moments before he gives in, grabbing plates and stacking them to wash. 

Frankie looks exhausted and he’s limping a little, so you beg him to not carry you over the threshold. “You did that when we got courthouse married.”

“Yeah but-”

“No. I’m not having you throw your hip out on our wedding day. Not from this.”

He chokes and smiles, giving in, a dark twinkle in his eye. “Alright. If you insist.” But by the time you’d made it upstairs and gotten your clothes off, both of you were too exhausted to do much of anything aside from a shower and literally fall into bed. But Frankie made up for lost time the next morning, waking you with what he claims was already your third orgasm of the day, his curls mussed up from being buried between your legs. He presses his body to yours, swallowing your whimpers before he adds his own, hips shaking with release. 

You spend your honeymoon at the Miller family cabin upstate, the only clothing you wear being one of Frankie’s shirts and sometimes his hat, which drives him wild. He celebrates another sobriety milestone while there, smiling wide at your praise. When you get back home, you can see he has an extra pep in his step, always a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, always wanting to touch you, whether a hand to your wrist, a touch to your lower back, or a smack on your ass, chuckling as you yelp and smack him back. When you ask him why he looks exceptionally happy, he credits you. “I finally got the girl of my dreams, the love of my life.”

—-

Frankie and you settle into a comfortable routine. You were no strangers to living together, the adjustment taking no time at all. Life goes on as normal, except now, you get to live it with Frankie, no longer separated by a stupid argument, misconceptions, or a bitch of an ex wife. This was exactly where you were meant to be. 

Several months later, Frankie follows you into the family restroom at Target, slinging your purse over his shoulder as he rifles through the bag of stuff you’d just purchased.

“Pink dye first, right?” He asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks at you.

“Yeah. They’re more accurate supposedly.” 

Frankie tears open the box and studies the directions, as if he hadn’t done this several times already. He opens one of the sticks and hands it to you, turning around to give you a little privacy. 

“Start the timer,” you say as you zip up your pants. Frankie hits go on his timer and turns to face you, a pregnancy stick held face down in your hand. He can see your nerves, your worry and concern on your face.

“It’ll be ok, Hermosa.”

“Yeah I know. But what if it isn’t?”

“It will be-”

“We’ve been trying for months, Frankie. I know the OB said to try for a year before fertility testing but-”

Frankie walks up to you and pulls you to him, applying a gentle pressure as he hugs you close, kissing the side of your head. “If it’s negative, then we keep trying, ok? It hasn’t been a year yet and sometimes these things take time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Will told me that it took them months to conceive Liam. And they were trying too. Just…breathe. In….out…”

You breathe with him for a few breaths. “You always were annoyingly calm in a crisis.”

He smiles. “Wouldn’t help to freak out behind the joystick.” 

You open your mouth to reply, but his timer cuts you off. Your mouth jams shut, nerves taking over your body as Frankie holds your gaze. 

“If it says negative, we can keep trying. Remember that. I love you no matter what, Hermosa.” You nod, taking a deep breath. “Ready?”

“Ready.” You flip the test over and look, 2 bright pink lines staring back at you. Tears immediately fall as you laugh, turning the test around to show Frankie, who yells, grabbing you up in his arms and hugging you tightly. He kisses you for a moment, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“I fucking love you, Hermosa.”

“I love you, Frankie.”

He yanks the door open and whoops loudly, people turning to look at him as you follow him out of the bathroom. 

“I’m going to be a father again!” He pumps his fists in the air, smiling from ear to ear as people cheer, clapping and congratulating you as they finish their purchases, one older couple handing you a gift card on their way out, telling you to spoil that baby. 

—-

Frankie was hesitant at first with your pregnancy, despite being so supportive and actually wanting a child with you. A couple months in, you finally ask him why he seems afraid to touch you, that you won’t break. He finally confesses to you that when Elizabeth was pregnant, she did nothing but yell at him, belittling him and wouldn’t let him touch her at all, not her belly, not even to rub her back or feet. She called him horrible names and would blame it on the hormones. Your heart breaks for him and you have no words. Well, you have words but they aren’t nice ones. Instead, you sit next to him on the bed, leaning back onto one arm, and take his hand with the other, gently placing it on your lower belly. His eyes light up as he looks at your tiny for the moment bump, tears welling in his eyes as he brings his other hand up to take the other side. He pulls your shirt up just enough to see your belly skin, giving it a tiny kiss.

“Hey, little one. You grow strong in there and don’t give your mom too much of a hard time.”

From then on, Frankie is all in. Whatever you need, he gets it, even if it’s a ridiculous request at 3am. He’s constantly touching your growing belly, talking to it as much as you do. He finds Aurelia’s old crib in the attic, a few boxes of baby stuff and a bassinet up there as well. He sets up the nursery under your instruction, letting Aurelia help with the decorations when she comes on the weekends. You decide to wait to find out the sex of the baby, thinking it would be something fun to do. So instead you call it “Bean”.

“Think Bean will like this?” Frankie asks, pointing to a baby swing. 

“They might, but Frankie, that swing is nearly $150. We can’t afford that.”

His shoulder’s slump but he agrees. “Maybe we can check the thrift shop. It’s the one thing Will didn’t toss our way.”

He was there for all of the classes too, birthing ones, breathing ones, even the hypnobirthing ones. He signed up for a “birthing partners” class, learning the best ways to support you not just during labor and delivery, but during the 4th trimester, or immediately postpartum. He helped you practice your meditations, making sure you had everything you needed and that you remember to take your prenatal and drink enough water. 

When you’re 8 months pregnant, getting winded from walking down the hall, Frankie gets a call from his boss at Flyboyz on his day off, asking him to come in. He grabs his hat and gives you a quick kiss before leaving, reminding you to drink water. He’d been working a lot lately, trying to make extra money so he can stay home with you and the baby for the first month. You’re not sure how long he’ll be gone, so you plop yourself down on your bed, pulling over the basket of baby clothes that still have to be sorted and you get to work, separating the sizes, long sleeve vs short, nightgowns from onesies. A couple hours later, the front door opens and Frankie slams it behind him, the picture frames rattling on the walls. You set aside the footie pajamas you were folding and go to stand up, but Frankie comes storming into the bedroom before you can move, anger coming off of him in waves.

“Frankie?”

He yanks his hat from his head, tossing it onto his dresser, knocking some things off of it. “I can’t fucking believe her!”

Struggling a little, you manage to get up and cross the room to him, placing your hand on his mid back. He recoils, anger flashing in his eyes but it’s not directed at you. Unsure of what happened, you know he needs to calm down before he can tell you. You grab an ice cube out of your glass of water and turn to Frankie.

“Give me your hand.”

He looks at you, eyebrow raised. “What?”

“Just do it.”

He stares at you for a moment before shoving his hand out. You flip it palm up, opening his fingers and place the ice cube in his palm. He yelps, but you hold his hand firmly so he won’t drop the ice.

“What the fuck, Hermosa?”

“The cold will help reset your nervous system.”

“I don’t think- it’s too fucking cold, Hermosa.”

“Just another few seconds.”

His chest, which had been heaving a moment ago, has slowed down, the anger still there but at a manageable level. You tip his hand and grab the falling ice into your own palm, putting it in the sink in the bathroom before coming back to the bed and trying to sit on it. Frankie is there, taking your hand and helping you into bed. He goes to stand but you squeeze his hand and pull him until he sighs, sitting on the edge, his shoulders slumped.

“How do you feel?”

“Fucking angry, but…the edge is gone. Ice…who fucking knew?”

“So..may I ask what happened?”

His eyes darken with repressed outrage. “I thought I was getting extra work. Instead, my pilot’s license has been suspended, pending a review.”

You sit up quickly, eyes going wide. “What??”

He nods, his jaw clenching. “Apparently, someone made a claim that I was using when I flew some clients and now they have to investigate.”

You knew that Frankie had been clean over a year, that he wasn’t using at all. “Oh, Frankie. Wait..who made the claim?”

He looks at you. “It was anonymous but I know it was Elizabeth.” He says her name with absolute disgust and hate that you nearly pull back from him. 

“Elizabeth? Would she-”

“Oh come on, Hermosa. You don’t think it was her? I’ve been clean for well over a year. She’s the only one who would have known that I used that would make claims.”

“What about Rick?”

Frankie shakes his head. “Nah. He left Flyboyz while you were…out of town. I told him he had to leave or I would report him for selling. He started to threaten to bring me down with him, but then remembered you were…not in my life and he could see the rock bottom in me, I guess. So he backed off, just left to go elsewhere. There’s no way it’s him. It’s her. It’s always her causing shit. I’m so fucking sick of it!”

Placing a hand on his back, you start to rub it, adding in little scratches here and there like he likes. “She is a bitch.”

“I just got my license back. I worked so hard on that.” He puts his face in his hands, resting his elbows on his legs. You scoot towards him wrapping your arm around him. 

“I know you did. But you said suspended? That doesn’t mean revoked, right?”

He shakes his head. “No, it doesn’t.”

“So…what does it mean?”

“It means, I can’t fly until it’s reinstated. I have to pee in a cup at random times during the week for 6 months to prove I’m clean before they will lift the suspension.”

“Well there you go!”

He looks up at you, his eyebrows pulling together. “There I go, what? We can’t afford for me to not have this income, Hermosa.”

“We’ll be ok-”

“You’re about to have a baby. Your income won’t happen for a bit, and that’s fine, but we needed this extra money and now I can’t provide that. All because of my bitch of an ex!”

“Frankie, we’ll be ok. If we have to borrow money, we can.”

“I’m not borrowing money.”

“Fine. Then I will borrow it.”

“No, I’ll…I’ll figure something out.”

“Frankie-”

“Just…can we just stop for tonight? I’m trying to process this.”

You open your mouth to argue but then see the exhausted look on his face. “Sure. Why don’t you come talk to us? That always makes you feel better.”

Leaning back against the headboard, you watch as Frankie scoots up the bed, getting level with your belly as you turn on your side so you’re not being squished. He chats to the baby for a while, about everything and nothing and by the time he’s done, his shoulders are relaxed and he’s not as angry anymore. 

Elizabeth never fully admits to being the one to make the claim, but you see the look on her face through the car window when you make your next exchange for Aurelia after Frankie confronts her and you know she did it. There’s nothing you can say or do except wait it out. Frankie getting his license back will be all the revenge you’ll need.

—---- (Skip to the next line if you don’t want to read about labor. It’s not terribly graphic at all, but I know it’s not everyone’s thing)-------

“I never thought I’d have to beg you to have sex with me!” You stomp your foot, furious that Frankie won’t follow the doctor’s advice. 

It had been a few weeks since his license was revoked and you were a week past your due date and not happy about it.

“Hermosa, I don’t-”

“Want to hurt me, I know, I know. But the midwife even said that sex is the best way to induce labor because of the prostaglandins in your semen.”

“You make it sound so sexy.”

“Frankie,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, taking a deep sigh. “I am the size of a house. I am miserable and sweaty and I haven’t seen my feet in months and I just want to have this baby already. If it’s my belly, I can turn around-”

“You are fucking gorgeous.”

“Then please?”

Frankie studies you for a long moment, his shoulders starting to slump and that’s when you knew you had him. “Alright, fine. We can try it. But we’re going slow, taking our time, ok?”

“No arguments here.”

Contractions started within an hour of Frankie cumming inside of you. You weren’t sure at first what you were feeling, but it sort of felt like a bad period cramp, so you assumed this must be it. Frankie timed them all for you, helping you breathe as they got more intense and closer together, and when they were close enough apart, Frankie helped you to his truck and drove to the hospital. In between contractions, you watched him as he drove, expertly winding his way through traffic, a look of focus on his face, a little furrow between his brow the only indication that this was not a normal day behind the wheel. How lucky you were to have this man, who can be calm in stressful situations, want to spend his life with you. 

“What?” Frankie glances sideways at you before turning back to the road.

“You’re cute when you focus.”

A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Remember how cute I am when you’re in transition.”

Before you know it, you’re in a labor and delivery room, barely spending any time in triage before they whisked you away. Hospitals can be a frustrating place to have a baby. Each nurse walks in and tells you to rest between contractions, try to get some sleep when you can, but then a new nurse comes along within an hour, always rousing you from sleep to take your blood pressure or put their fingers where you didn’t want them. You’d finally had enough of the latter and told a nurse to kindly fuck off, and denied internal exams unless it was a medical emergency. Frankie was by your side the entire labor, putting counter pressure on your hips when you needed it, pulling your hair from your face, sneaking you snacks because they forbid food and you said you’d chomp off your own fingers if they didn’t let you eat. Transition was hard, but all of a sudden, you knew it was time to push. Following your body, you get on all fours, taking your calming breaths, but then realizing that Frankie was not next to you. Turning your head, you see him, wide eyed and backing towards the door.

“I’ll just-” He points his thumb over his shoulder at the door.

“No, please. I need you here with me.” Another contraction has you breathing again and it’s a minute before he replies.

“You want me here?”

“Yes. I need you, Frankie.” 

His eyes start to water over and it doesn’t occur to you then, but later that night it’l come to you - he wasn’t trying to dodge out of the delivery. He was having a flashback to when Elizabeth kicked him out of the room right when Aurelia was making her way into the world, and your heart hurt all over again. Frankie is at your side in an instant, turning to yell for the nurse who had surprisingly not come in for some random check.

“No time!” You yell, letting out a low groan, a technique you learned to help move baby down and out. Frankie’s face slides into focus mode and he moves behind you, just in time to catch the baby as it comes sliding out. He gathers the baby up, holding it close as it screams into the world. The nurse comes running in then, having heard the baby crying as you turn onto your back, arms outstretched to hold your baby, skin to skin.

“Baby is here! I didn’t even know you were transitioning! You were pretty quiet.”

The nurse bustles around and does her thing while Frankie transfers the baby to your bare chest. Tears stream down your face as you look at Frankie, who has tears of his own. He kisses the top of your head. “I am so proud of you, Hermosa.”

A few moments pass, the baby calming against your chest. “Hey Frankie? Is the baby a boy or girl?”

He slaps his hand to his forehead. “I forgot to look! I was so focused on catching the baby and whether it was breathing and not dropping it that I don’t think I looked! Here.” He lifts the hip of the baby and smiles.

“We have a son. I have a son!”

—---No more labor/delivery details—---

Luis Christian Francisco Morales was born perfect. 10 little fingers and 10 little toes, skin glowing. He was the perfect combination of you both, although you say he favors Frankie mostly. 

You both settle into your roles as new parents, a lot of it being new to Frankie too, since Elizabeth had denied him so much. He was determined to not miss out on things this time, making sure you both had everything you needed and watching Luis when he stayed awake between feeds so you could have a nap. Aurelia cries the first time she sees Luis, big ugly sobs, and when Frankie finally calms her down enough to ask what’s wrong, she simply says “He…he’s…s-so so cute!” She happily takes up the mantle of “Big Sister” when she’s with you. Once, you wake from your nap only to find all 3 of them sleeping, Luis curled up on Frankie’s broad chest, Aurelia tucked onto his other side. You snap a photo and then quietly leave the room, taking the time to actually shower. 

About a month in, Frankie comes back from dropping Aurelia with her mom. His eyebrows were pulled together in confusion as he stares down at his phone.

“Everything ok?” You ask, shifting the bottle you were feeding Luis with so it was a better angle.

“Yeah. Uh…Santi just texted me.”

“Oh yeah? Everything ok?”

“Uh..he says congrats on Luis, that he’s the cutest, and that he was out of service for a bit and he’s sorry he didn’t text earlier.”

“That’s ok. I know he’s busy.”

Frankie is quiet for a moment. “He offered me some work.”

“Work?”

“Well, not just me. Benny, Will, and Tom too.”

“What kind of work?” When he doesn’t answer, you look up at him. He kicks his shoes off and sits next to you on the couch. 

“Consulting.” His eyes don’t meet yours, focusing instead on his fingers, where he starts to pick at the skin around his nails.

“Consulting.” You say in disbelief. 

“Yeah.”

“Wait, like a mission?”

Frankie shrugs. “No? I mean, it’s just scoping out a place and looking for weaknesses. We give our report to the government he works with and then come back. Easy peasy.” 

“If it’s so easy peasy, why aren’t you looking at me?”

He takes a deep breath and let’s it out slowly before looking at you. “It’s for a week. Just trying to find holes in a fence.”

“And why do they need you?”

“They need a pilot.”

“You don’t have your license.”

“It probably doesn’t matter over there.”

“Frankie, I don’t-”

“I’ts $17k, Hermosa. We need the money.”

“I don’t like it. So much can go wrong. Who’s house is it? Definitely no one that’s a stand up citizen. What happens if they find you first? No, I don’t like it.”

“Just..he’s coming to town tomorrow and we’re going to chat about it at Benny’s fight. Let me ask some more questions.”

“I don’t like it, Frankie.”

“I know. Just..let me talk to Pope.”

—----

It’s late the next night and you start to pace the floor of your bedroom, wondering when he’ll be back. He’d texted you to tell you Benny had won the fight and they were stopping at the bar for a quick drink before Olivia takes him home to play nurse. 

That had been 2 hours ago.

The door finally opens downstairs and you quietly make your way to the kitchen, where you were hearing Frankie move around. 

“Did I wake you?”

You shake your head. “I was awake. Luis is asleep.”

“Good, good. He go down ok?”

“Yeah, actually in his bassinet, but Frankie? How did it go?” 

He gets a glass of water, chugging half of it before setting the glass down on the counter. “It’s just a recce. No live fire.”

“There’s a possibility of people shooting at you??”

“I mean, we are casing a place. It’s always possible if guards see you or-”

“No.”

He looks at you. “Hermosa, we need the money.”

“No.”

“I don’t have a job. We need this.”

“No money is worth your life, Frankie. None of your lives.”

“I won’t be in any major danger. I’ve done worse.”

“Yeah but you didn’t have a family then.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No. No, I don’t like this, no.”

Frankie puts his hands on his hips, cocking one hip back as he looks at you. “We’re behind on bills.”

“So? I’ll borrow some money and you can stay.”

“Hermosa-”

“Or I can get another job? A new client. I can-”

“You just had a baby, so no.”

“Then I can-”

“Hermosa.” He says it firmly, that hip still cocked back as his eyes find yours, resolve in them.

“You’ve…you’ve already said yes, haven’t you?”

His tongue comes out to swipe across his bottom lip. “We leave Thursday.”

Silence stretches between you both as you stare at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you made that decision without me.”

“I made the decision for us. We need the money.”

“Oh, fuck you and the money! I said I could borrow it. You’re just being stubborn!”

“I’m taking responsibility! We needed money and this just happens to come our way? I have to take it.”

“So you’re saying it’s fate that Santi texted you to lure you down there with the promise of $17k? You’re telling me that it’s just consulting and nothing else? Can you promise me that?”

He shrugs. “That was the original deal.”

“But can you promise me?”

He studies you for a moment, his eyes lingering on yours. “I’m going, Hermosa.”

And with that, you turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen, closing the door behind you, wishing you could slam it. 

The next couple days were torture. You kept trying to convince Frankie to stay, convince all of them to stay. You didn’t want any of them going. But they all said the same thing that Frankie said. “It’s just consulting.” Thursday morning, Tom comes to pick up Frankie pretty early. He leans over to kiss you in bed and you take one more shot at trying to get him to stay. Your fingers wind into his curls as you pull him to you, deepening the chaste kiss he had started. 

“You can still stay,” you say, your voice barely a whisper.

“I’ll be back in a week, Hermosa. I love you.”

Tears streaming down your face, you reply. “I love you too. Please don’t die. Don’t any of you die.”

Frankie chuckles. “We’ll be fine. I’ll call you in a couple of days once we’re settled, ok?”

—----

Except, Frankie did not call in a couple of days. Neither did any of the others, nor had they reached out to Stacy, Molly, or Olivia. There was no one to call, no contact. They needed it that way for whatever consultation they were on. Stacey brought the kids over and Olivia came too, all of you opting to stay together and support each other at least during the day. As the few days stretched into a week, which stretched into nearly another, Olivia split her time between you and Stacy’s, offering to watch the kids so you each could have a moment to yourselves. She was at Stacy’s tonight, Luis snuggled and tucked in beside you as you channel surf the tv, landing on nothing in particular. It was day 10 and about 2am so all of the infomercials were on. You landed on one for some random kitchen gadget when your phone rings. You jump, grabbing for your phone to quickly hit the silent button before it wakes Luis. It was an unknown number, but definitely foreign and so you pick up right away.

“Frankie?”

“Hermosa,” he breathes a sigh of relief, his voice wavering on the last syllable of your name. 

“Are you ok? Is everyone alright? Fuck, I’ve been terrified out of my mind.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. Things got…out of hand. I can explain more when I get home.”

“I understand. But you’re ok?”

“I’m ok. A little banged up but ok.”

“Everyone else?”

The way he’s silent has your throat closing up, making it difficult to speak. “Frankie?”

“It’s Tom.”

While Tom and you never were best friends, there’s no way you would’ve wished death on the man, nor would you have wanted to have his girls without a father. 

—----

Frankie’s mom takes Luis while you drive to the airport, there to pick up Frankie as Olivia and Stacy were going to get Benny and Will. You had experienced all of the emotions these past 10 days, mostly anger and fear, but when you heard his voice, a part of you caved. You just wanted him home and were grateful that he was alive.

You spot Benny first, towering over a majority of the crowd as people file out security and head towards baggage claim. Then you see it - a dark blue standard heating oil cap bobbing next to Benny and suddenly, you’re running, pushing people out of the way as you run towards him, Frankie seeing you at the last moment, dropping his bag to gather you in his arms, burying his face in your hair. Olivia and Stacy copy your actions, Will hissing when Stacy throws her arms around him. He mutters “I’m ok.” before pulling her to him. Pulling back, you look up into Frankie’s black brown eyes, taking in all the features of his face, his laugh lines, the spot where his one dimple pops up, the fact that he had the audacity to shave his beard. 

“You shaved,” you said simply, running a finger along his jawline.

“Yeah. But I’ll grow it back just for you.”

His lips crash to yours, his hands cupping the sides of your face as you press your body against his, fingers twisting in his shirt. 

“I’m still mad at you,” you breathe out between kisses.

“Fair enough.”

Hugs were exchanged all around before everyone went to their homes. On the drive home, Frankie tells you everything, how it was just a consult but then they decided to try and do it themselves, how it would’ve all been fine if they hadn’t missed their window, or if Tom had listened when he said it was too much weight for the helicopter. 

“Wait..you crashed?” 

“Yeah. It was just a little crash.”

“Frankie!”

“It’s me. I landed us…mostly fine. We all walked away.”

He explains about the money and the people from the village, and how they had to trek up the fucking Andes mountains and down the other side. How a young man from the village had wanted revenge and got it, dying himself in the process. How they carried Tom down the side of the mountain, leaving a ton of money there, only to make it to safety and come back with a new chopper to get the money and safely make it back in a whole other country, which is where he called you from. By the end of the story you’re silent, tears quietly falling down your face as you realize how easily they all could’ve died on the side of those mountains. How one of them did. 

“We each put about $5mil in a trust fund for Tom’s girls, made sure Molly was taken care of. It’s what Tom would’ve wanted and it’s…it’ll never be enough.”

“Hey,” you squeeze his thigh and he looks at you, tears on his cheeks. “You are not to blame. Every one of you knew what you were doing, knew there were risks. And while I can’t say who shot first as I wasn’t there, Frankie, it was self defense. And, I’m sorry, but knowing you and knowing Tom? I’d bet money on him shooting first.”

Frankie nods. “Yeah I guess so…. are you mad at me still?”

“I was all prepared to be so pissed at you, but honestly? I’m just glad to have you here and alive.”

Frankie spends the next hour between your legs and you spend the hour after that washing his hair and tending to his arguably minor wounds. Once you were clean and dressed, you made him something to eat, as you’d have to go get Luis shortly. When you set his glass of water down, he grips your wrist, pulling you into his lap.

“How are you feeling? Do you need to call your sponsor?”

He shakes his head. “Surprisingly, no. I think I’m just so grateful to be alive. And there’s one more thing.”

“What?” You ask nervously.

Frankie leans in closer, speaking low in your ear. “We got the rest of the money.”

“The $17k?” You said stupidly.

Frankie smiles and shakes his head. “A lot more than $17k.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“Millions, Hermosa. Each. Millions. We’re set for life, as are Luis and Aurelia.”

“Can we stay here?”

Frankie chuckles. “What?”

“I don’t want some giant mansion. I want to stay here. In our house.”

Frankie smiles and kisses you lightly. “We can do whatever you want to.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Besides take care of my family?”

“Besides that.”

“Once I get my license reinstated, I want to start my business.” His eyes light up as he talks about it, how he had already looked into getting retired choppers, and had gathered up some possible contacts, even scouted out some property. The only thing that had stopped him was the money, which was no longer an issue. 

—----

6 months later, Frankie’s license gets reinstated, the owner clapping him on the shoulder and apologizing for everything. A month later, Frankie opens Chopperz, his veteran owned and operated helicopter tour business. It’s a instant success - apparently people really want to experience flying in various retired military equipment being flown by actual veterans. He even has repeat customers, although a lot of them are women and you catch more than one of them blushing when he talks to them. 

Will and Stacy build a new house, much bigger to fit their expanding family, ecstatic that they were finally having a girl. He quits giving speeches almost immediately, staying home with his family and helping Frankie out when he needs it. 

Benny and Olivia confessed that they had actually gotten married the day after Benny’s last fight, not able to wait any longer. When he came home, they took off to travel the world while their dream house was being built just down the road from Frankie and Will. 

Santi went to Australia to find Yovanna and her brother, following them around until they got settled. He and Yovanna stayed together for a while, and he took some time for himself, wandering the world to see things when he wasn’t in a uniform. He eventually came back, building a house down the road from Frankie and the Millers. But to his first get together with everyone, he brought a girl, which wouldn’t have surprised anyone, but you could see the way he looked at her, constantly touching her lightly, pressing kisses to her head, shoulder, lips, anywhere he could. And she was doing the same, her eyes lighting up every time they looked at each other, so when you asked him later, away from everyone else, he scratches the back of his neck and admits that he thinks she’s the one, that she gets him, understands him, and doesn’t give a flying fuck about his money, which she didn’t even know about until now.  

Frankie and you were finally happy, after all these years. Elizabeth finally stopped her shit, leaving you and Frankie to be happy and only communicating when it regards Aurelia. Instead of moving, you decide to expand your house, adding another couple of bedrooms because you want to eventually expand your family. Frankie is beyond happy, smiling at Luis and Aurelia as they run around their new treehouse in the backyard, feeling you wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing his broad back before moving to stand next to him, his arm around your shoulder as you both watch your kids.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, turning your head up to him.

“How happy I am. How I wish we had started this all sooner, that it didn’t take such a shitty road to get here, and that it didn’t take us this long.”

You reach up and cup his face, pulling him to you as you kiss him, his soft lips lightly nibbling at yours. 

“I’ll always wait for you, Frankie.”

—----  

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[shrewstew]

My Stinky Teenage South Park Headcanons (long asl)

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Pt. 1 - Kenny McCormick

Warning: Blood + SH scars, you have been warned

There’s some angst mixed in here, it’s like a big bag of trail mix except instead of m&ms you get sad

Kenny works at Tweak Bros along with Tweek, Craig, Red, and Wendy. He works the most amount of hours, and almost always gets employee of the month. It pisses Tweek off sooooo much.

During breaks, Tweek vents at him while he silently listens. Him and Craig stay silent, and show eachother memes sometimes. Him and Wendy are pretty friendly with eachother. Him and Red don’t really talk, cuz she’s popular and he sniffs paste, and being friends with Wendy doesn’t really change that.

He spends most of his free time either with the gang or at work. He is always on that grind 🔥💪

He sets things on fire for fun.

He also steals a lot, he is banned from the nearest Walmart

He gets the least amount of sleep out of the 4. He has a busy mind. But he also works late hours, and has to try to get his homework done. He usually tries to quiet his mind with dirty mags or by texting anyone who’s awake.

He doesn’t “come out” to anyone, he just gets a boyfriend one day and everyone just has to accept that.

He also never got diagnosed with anything until adulthood, cuz poor.

He likes big boobs, AND ☝️😲 men with large pectorals

He likes skirts, long ones specifically. He hates makeup tho, he tried to be a model for Karen but he kept unintentionally flinching away and she got fed up. He also likes painting his nails cuz it keeps him from chewing them to the bone

Parentification trauma. Forced to basically be a parent for Karen, he now struggles with setting boundaries and at times people pleasing. He is emotionally unstable and prefers to keep that shit to himself

He gets a lot of piercings, but they often get infected and close up due to lack of care

He does them himself. He bites a belt and takes his mom’s sewing needle in his skin like a champ. He uses earrings he stole from hot topic

He has a hard time taking care of himself, he hates brushing his hair, his teeth are rancid, he forgets to shower frequently, and I already mentioned his sleep schedule.

Karen likes to brush his hair for him, so she can practice braiding. She also tries to remind him to take care of himself, and he gets defensive cuz he thinks it’s embarrassing and feels bad for making her worry

He fucking loves horror movies I’ve decided. Also a big sci-fi fan.

(Tw s/h, I try to keep it vague) He still dies a lot. So he eventually develops a bad habit as a form of having control in his life. This is a troubling combination with his addictive personality.

Every now and then he goes hunting with Kevin on the weekends, and they are completely silent the entire time. It’s peak bonding. One time they brought back a moose.

They also spend some time together sitting on the porch drinking beer they stole from their dad, also in complete silence.

He does not have a license, and he is not trusted with cars. The family car is already a heap of shit, they don’t need him wrecking it in a freak accident.

I think he is one of those people who genuinely could vibe with any music genre. His playlist is genuinely confusing and whiplash inducing. I think he would like System of A Down, AC/DC, and The Bloodhound Gang (But that’s just me)

He is the kind of guy to not pay attention to anything the group is talking about, he is just dancing to the music playing on the mall speakers or something

Feel free to add your own

I don’t draw scars very often on characters, this likely isn’t super accurate, but I’m willing to learn how to make it not look like shit

#kenny mccormick #south park #headcanon #teen au #tweek tweak #craig tucker #wendy testaburger #karen mccormick #kevin mccormick #angst #south park headcanons #cringe #cringecore

[crispybonkeggllama]

I wanted to do a little sketch for my Bleach Canon Divergence AU but then decided to add color TT

TimeTravel!Ichigo who, because of his injuries and reiatsu exhaustion took a form of a child (like Nell), thus remembering the future, but unable to control his emotions and acting accordingly.

He regains his mental stability later with the help of the Soul King - yeah, he time travelled THIS far - and became a member of the Zero Squad, though unannounced.

Also not-so-subtly called 'your highness' or 'prince' by Zero Squad since Soul King took him under his wing (who also not-so-subtly is being a doting parent) and him being a clingy child most of the time.

He hasn't recovered fully, hence he usually sleeps on the SK's lap or in his arms, surrounded by non-threatening reiatsu so much similar to his (which SK picked up on, already realizing that this child is trully his, needing to be coated in parent's reiatsu to recover faster)

After The First Sin, Yhwach's sealing and establishment of C46 and Gotei, Ichigo lowkey says "fuck it" and just-

Wakes the King.

Yeah.

By bombarding the crystal with huge amount of his reiatsu whenever he has the moment.

The funniest thing? He also translating his thoughts and emotions of how everything will be fucked up in about a thousand years and that the King will be killed. But the thought that finally wakes the King up is when Ichigo got too stressed and desperate.

"I need you. Your own son is SEALED and I fought him, I KILLED him, he lost it and he is your fucking son and he needs you even more than me so wake the fuck up- PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO KILL HIM AGAIN HE WAS SO LOST AND DROWN IN MADNESS AND HE LOVED YOU HE JUST WANTED HIS FATHER- PLEASE-"

And it happened quietly. Soul King gently hugging the sobbing kid, peaking a look in the futures.

Yeah... Maybe this was not the best descision he made in order to protect the worlds.

He then proceeds to find his first son which he didn't do to not be 'too bothering of a parent', breaking suspicouisly familliar spells and wards intended to not let HIM find Yhwach, and yanking him in the Palace, also coating him and the youngest in his reiatsu, contemplating his life descisions as to why in the world he listened to Ichibe to let his son wander the world 'a little'. Like, yeah, his son has enormous amounts of spiritual energy but it's expected, and even if Yhwach was absorbing a little too much from him as a toddler that only proved him having a pote-

Oh.

OH.

Wasn't he weakened enough by that to try finding his son and not being able to see even his soul ribbon before being sealed?..

*Somewhere, Ichibe felt shudder runnig down his spine*

***

So the Gotei 13 an C46 aren't aware of Ichigo's existence, he slept through a lot of things (not to mention hawking Soul King being paranoid after disappearance of his first child).

SK's physical body parts slowly deceasing (Ukitake lives yay!).

Yhwach is sane, not fatherless anymore, they talked things through, and very much a doting older brother as much as his father even if he doesn't like to admit it (the braids with flowers and colourful ribbons admit it for him)

Ichigo is having a long-lasting childhood since his soul 'matured' even before time travel and he looks younger than Toshiro for like forever (until he figures out how to grow up, waiting for Urahara to become 12th captain to ask him), cringes every time Yhwach calls him "brüderlein" (as if being called his son wasn't traumatizing enough), thinking what to do with Aizen while waiting for the tea-lover to appear.

Oh, and he's also Zero Squad member with privileges (obviously).

Seriously, i made up this whole AU just because i wanted kid!Ichigo in captain haori XD

Anyway, here're the sketches

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[sleepyrainart]

Little Bits of Valentine's.

A small series featuring little stories including either OP/JJk characters.

Summary: A lazy morning with your Significant Other. A little spicy, Teen and up.

Gender Neutral reader, though mentions of princess as a pet name.

It's definitely morning, you think. Sun shining across your face. Nose scrunching in distaste. You roll over, hoping to go back to sleep. Bumping into your boyfriend. Which is unusual, Marco always rises before the sun.

Blinking awake, rubbing your blurry eyes. The sight before you is delightful. Your boyfriend naked. His broad chest moving softly. Midnight blue tattoo spread across his pecs and down. Just like the red marks from the night before. You want to kiss them as an apology.

Gaze moving lower. Admiring his defined muscles, he exuded strength. Your eyes following the light trail of hair below his belly button. View cut short by the sheet draping across his hips. Taunting you with what could have been.

“Sunshine yoi, you can admire with your hands.” Marco says, voice gruff with sleep.

“Hey,” he whispers sleepily, pulling you closer.

“Hi,” you reply just as quietly. Before leaning up for a soft kiss. He pouts as you pull away. Following you for another kiss. But you feel like teasing your firefly. So you continue to evade his affections. Giggling as he pouts further. Your hands trailing down his bare chest, blunt nails caressing his nipples.

He whines and his hand gentle tangles in your hair. Holding you still. His lips meeting yours in a hot caress. Sucking on your bottom lip before his tongue is exploring your mouth. You whine as oxygen becomes scarce.

He pulls back but not far, letting you breathe. He kisses your swollen lips again. Flipping you over in the process. Keeping most of his weight on his arms. His mouth leaves yours. Trailing hickeys across your neck.

Before he suddenly feels very heavy on top of you. Like a warm weighted blanket. Hearing his loud snores. You roll your eyes. Hands going to his shaggy hair. You start braiding.

You feel a slight tickle on your thigh. Rousing you from sleep. Big rough fingers gliding up the back of your leg. Drifting under your top. Before gliding back down.

Making a sleepy noise and nuzzling against Jozu's chest. “Oh, did I wake you? Princess.” You nod as he continues his teasing. Hand slipping under your top. Delicately brushing up your leg and then over your ass. Before going back down.

You're too lazy to move from your comfortable spot. So you kiss his warm skin. Sucking lightly as he brushes your ass again. “Does my princess like that?” he asks, grabbing a handful of your cheek before releasing it just as quick.

Whining as he returns to teasing you. Nipping at him in disapproval. “Now, now, no need for that.” He laughs, not at all hurt by your use of violence.

You groan, frowning at his light touches. Lifting your head to sleepily glare at him. He chuckles at your pout. “What do you want, princess?”

“Marshmallow, time to get up.” Thatch sings. You huff, rolling over. Snuggling into the warm blankets.

He laughs. Putting the tray down on the bedside table. Before climbing into bed. Manhandling your sleepy form onto his lap. Kissing your forehead. While you rest your head on his shoulder. Planning to go back to sleep. “Come on, mallow, I brought food.”

“Food?” you ask, one eye opening to check. Catching sight of the covered tray. Interest peaking as you rise. “Mm hmm.” He hums, “wanna have breakfast in bed?” He asks. His hand skimming up your side. You nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Before stretching up to kiss his jaw, stubble rough on your cheek.

You try to reach for the tray. But you're short. His fingers tracing down your spine as you stretch. “Need help?” You turn to glare at him, he laughs. Squeezing your hip before his hand trails over your side. His strong arm wrapping under you and lifting you back onto his lap. Kissing your temple as he reaches for the tray. A smug smile on his face since it's easy for his lanky arms.

He sets the tray in front of you. Before lifting the cover. Sweetness wafting in the air. Your stomach grumbling at the sight of the feast. Cinnamon rolls decorated with icing. Small cardamom buns twisting intricately in on themselves. Thatch is the best chef you know. But what makes your mouth water the most is the fresh fruit. A hard thing to come by on the open sea. Plump strawberries, rotund blueberries, luscious peach slices and juicy mandarin segments.

He smiles, picking up a slice of peach. The yellow flesh glistening with sweet juice. Feeding you the slice. Juice bursting in your mouth. Splashing against his thumb. You mindlessly lick up the mess. He stares down at you. Wicked thoughts filling his head. But they could wait until you were fed.

He feels the blankets move and the mattress dip slightly. Waking instantly, you give him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, honey.”

“ It's fine. Where were you?” He asks. Pulling you against his chest.

“I got you a surprise.” You smile brightly, handing him the gift. A small tube that he opens.

Frowning slightly. “ It's a pretty colour, sweet pea, but I think it'll look better on you.”

“I know.” You say with a deviously innocent smile. He seems to catch your drift.

Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for part 2.💖

#one piece #fanfic #op x reader #fushichou marco #portgas d ace #izo one piece #thatch one piece #whitebeard pirates #jozu

[lovelyney]

⎯⎯ CHAPTER THREE, ACROPHOBIA❞

DESC. acrophobia: the fear of heights

WARNINGS. none!! except it gets a tad angsty towards the end.

SONG. POM POM ― Lilypichu

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YOU yawned, peering out the window and waiting for Xiao to return from his early morning adeptal duties. he mentioned he also wanted you to meet someone. you wondered just what this person was like, given how err—cutthroat Xiao was. in any case, it wasn’t a facet you minded. he treated you with a decent amount of kindness, and that’s all you could ask for. 

you diverted your attention to Kazuha, who sat at a desk and penned a poem. “w—would it be okay to say i’m a little worried? i know that Xiao’s a lot more. . . assertive than you.” you acknowledged.

the samurai chuckled and set his pen down to properly look at you. “i can understand why you might feel a bit nervous. . . but please don’t let it get the best of you. Xiao might seem rough around the edges, but he means well. i’m sure he isn’t going to have you do anything too extreme; he does care about you, after all...” he assured. “don’t mention this to him, but i don’t think he would’ve offered to carry you the whole back last night if he had bad intentions.”

in an attempt to hide your smile, you pursed your lips straight. “well, you got me there...” you uttered.  

“i’m back.”

you flinched and immediately turned around, sighing in relief when you came face to face with xiao. “archons, you really know how to make an entrance, Xiao,” you said without much thought, hand over your chest to calm your racing heartbeat. your cheeks erupted in crimson at the way he arched his eyebrow; you could almost hear his offended tone despite him not saying anything. 

fear quickly pulsated through your veins as you bowed your head apologetically. “wait! that—that came out more accusing than i wanted! i’m sorry! i—i didn’t mean it that way.” 

Kazuha stood up and carefully ruffled your hair, hoping to loosen up some of your nerves. “where have you decided you’re going to meet? it would be a lie if i said i wasn’t curious…” hummed the ronin. 

Xiao approached you, prompting you to recoil slightly before reaching up to brush the hair out of your eyes. “we’ve agreed on Mt. Aocang since there’ll be no interruptions,” he answered, a sense of guilt forming in his stomach when he regarded how you flinched.

every muscle in your body seemed to tighten at the mere mention of a mountain. although you climbed an entire peak, you were only up there for a brief moment. . . staying so high up for a prolonged period made your heart plunge to the bottom of your stomach.

a faint sigh fell from the adeptus’s lips at your silence. “there is no reason to fear, (NAME). i will ensure nothing bad happens to you in that timeframe.” he said.

you shook your head dismissively and smiled sorrowfully, “it’s not that i don’t trust being under your care, Xiao. it’s just that. . . you know where you caught me from.”

as if pierced by a sharp blade, his heart ached — similar to when you first woke up and accused of him saving you because he was “required” to. he sharply inhaled, “y—yes, i’m aware. . . but i vow that you won’t even come close to repeating that experience. that is—that is my promise to you as your protector.”

Kazuha gave a content hum, cradling the side of your head and pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “you hear that, kaze? you have nothing to fear. so enjoy yourself, mhm? don’t get into too much trouble without me,” he teased playfully.

you rolled your eyes. “what kind of trouble can you get into on a mountain? jumping off?” (I’M SO SORRY MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WON ME OVER ON THAT ONE).

Xiao grabbed your wrist, snatching you away from the latter. “we’ll be back before sunset.” he conceded before teleporting the two of you outside, his fingers smoothing down your hand and braiding with yours.

you blinked and adjusted your eyes to the sudden blinding sunlight. rubbing them with your free hand, you realized how protectively Xiao held your other. what’s with these boys and holding your hand? again, you didn’t mind. . . just a genuine curiosity. 

you practically hugged Xiao’s back as you walked, the silence pivoting in the air making your anxiety freeze. “should i step back? i feel as if i’m too close...” you pondered to yourself.

your movement halted as you heard some kind of noise — one that didn’t sound human. you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to ignore how your heart nearly pounded against your ribcage.

“what’s the matter?” your friend asked, trying to conceal the concern in his voice.

“i—i think i heard something...”

Xiao closed his eyes and listened in, trying to make out any unusual sounds. letting out a low growl, he pushed you behind him. “stay behind me; do not move an inch until i say so. do i make myself clear?” he ordered and pulled out his spear, voice weighing thick with rigor.

you nodded and took a step back, allowing him the space needed to survey the surrounding area. it was times like these you wished you had a vision and knew how to properly defend yourself.

you shrieked as a group of hilachurls charged at you. you wouldn’t have felt as scared if it was just them, but followed was a shielded mitachurl — one much stronger than the others.

in the blink of an eye, Xiao scooped you up with one arm and cleared the area of all varmints. letting out a sigh of relief, he took a quick look around. “are you hurt?” he worried and looked you over for injuries, his gloved hand pressing against your cheek.

the simple press of his hands made your face burn up, his honey-colored irises staying locked on you as he waited for an answer. “no, i’m fine! t—thank...” your voice fizzed out as you felt his hands tighten around your waist. “thank you.”

his eyebrows furrowed. “hm, you say that, but your face is flushed as if you’ve suddenly fallen ill. . . do not lie to me; if you’re feeling unwell, then we must get you treated.” he said and brushed his fingers against your forehead.

you let out a weak laugh, “i’m—i’m not lying, i promise! it’s just that. . . you’re still, um, holding me, and it’s a little jarring...”

Xiao’s eyes dilated as he resisted the urge to drop you at the realization. “um, let’s—let’s just skip the walk there...” he grumbled.

your head tilted; not quite sure if you liked what that implied. before you could question how that was possible, you were taken to a completely different location — one much higher than the last.

your legs buckled from beneath you as Xiao carefully planted you on the ground and dusted himself off. you opened your mouth to say something, but all that came out was a choked breath, the fear in your system hijacking your ability to form words.

the anemo user’s hand cupped your jaw, guiding you to look at him. “keep your eyes on me, (NAME). don’t even bother looking out there. . . you’re safe with me; i won’t let you fall.” he mandated, fingers caressing your cheek.

you took a deep breath and nodded tentatively, hand clutching your heart to help ameliorate the anxiety that swallowed you — the warmth of Xiao’s hand grounding you to a certain extent.

“ah, there you are, Xiao. . . i must say, i wasn’t expecting to meet someone so close to you. a pleasant surprise, nonetheless.”

Xiao swung around and cleared his throat, resisting the urge to shake your hand off his arm for the sake of his pride. “Rex Lap—Zhongli. um. . . this—this is (NAME). and no, we—we aren’t exactly close, she’s just. . . under my care at the moment,” informed the adeptus, carefully guiding you forward. 

you flinched, his words slightly dulling your positive thoughts. “maybe i have been misreading the situation...”

Zhongli smiled warmly, “(NAME) is it? a lovely name for a lovely girl, i see. it’s a pleasure to meet you; you may call me Zhongli. i’m a good acquaintance of Xiao.”

bowing your head politely, you felt the tension in your body dissolve a little at the warmness of the stranger’s voice. “t—thank you, Zhongli.”

Xiao quietly scoffed and yanked you closer to his side, an unsettling and ugly feeling taking hold of his heart. “i met (NAME) under. . . unfortunate circumstances. you’ve been alive for millennia, and you’ve also saved my life countless times. . . do you think you could tell her what you know of mortal life and how it’s worth pursuing?” he requested, his hand hesitantly capturing yours.

he chuckled, Xiao’s actions not flying past the archon’s eyes. “of course, please follow me,” he smiled and beckoned you to follow behind him.

your legs trembled as Xiao stepped forward with you still clutching his arm. he glanced back at you with what you took as a sign of annoyance, causing you to drop your hold on him promptly. “i’m sorry! go on ahead, i’ll—i’ll catch up…” you stammered, (COLOR) irises flickering to the edge of the mountain.

he sighed, frowning at your rattled expression. “you’re under my care, petal. what makes you think i’m going to leave you alone when you’re too scared to even lift a foot off the ground?” he countered and hesitantly took your hand in his, flinching from the unnerving feeling in his chest. “archons, please don’t let my karmic debt hurt her. . . not when she needs me the most.”

your heart did cartwheels as your mind processed his words. somehow, hearing him address you by a nickname made you feel safer and closer to him. “you—you called me by a nickname. . . i, uh, thought we weren’t close...” you squeezed his hand as your legs regained their stability.

he opened his lips to speak, but all that came out was a long sigh. the way you worded that made it sound like you were disappointed. were you? he didn’t even mean to call you by a nickname, too; he considered them relatively meaningless, but he thought it suited you almost perfectly.

nervously taking his eyes away from yours, he pulled you forward to trail behind him. he refuted, “i—i didn’t mean to call you that. . . it—it was an error on my part.”

“ah...”

“b—but if you’d like me to keep calling you that. . . then i supposed i see no issue with it.”

AN HOUR LATER⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⟢

Xiao watched in irritation as you chatted with Zhongli, a cup of tea in hand. he let out a quiet huff, focusing on how your expression seemed to brighten with interest as you talked.

“one senses you’re feeling troubled, adeptus Xiao. . . perhaps, you’re feeling jealous because the girl’s attention isn’t focused on you?” Cloud Retainer, who showed up 10 minutes ago, pointed out. 

blood rushed to his face as he swiftly tore his gaze away from you and, instead, to the grass. “jealousy is a deplorable mortal belief that i don’t involve myself with. . . and—and i’m only watching over her, that’s it.”

she laughed, “you cannot fool me quite so effortlessly, conqueror of demons. one has been alive for decades and knows when another is smitten with someone. you say her name is (NAME), correct?”

Xiao would’ve chastised, “have you no respect for the ways of the adepti?!” if it weren’t for her actually being an adeptus. instead, he shifted his weight to his other foot, feeling the heat of mortification creep up his neck. in truth, he hadn’t labeled his feelings for you, and hearing cloud retainer say that he was smitten with you startled him because what if he was? 

“yes, her name is (NAME). . . and what of it?” commented the boy. the longer he stared at you, the louder his heartbeat became; maybe he was smitten by you. . . the way a smile graced your lips as Zhongli refilled your teacup, the way your (COLOR)-colored eyes seemed so trusting yet so. . . glossy, almost as if you expected something to go wrong at any moment. who wouldn’t want to take care of you?

“she seems rather. . . conflicted towards her surroundings. if one may be so bold to ask, has something occurred to have her hold such distrust towards the world?”

exasperated, Xiao looked in the direction of Qingce Village. “she hasn’t disclosed much information of her past, but what’s apparent to me is that something or someone hurt and/or traumatized her. . . i plan on finding out who; no one who purposefully hurts others deserves to walk this world. nonetheless, a mortal as pure as (NAME)...”

SUNSET⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⟢

“it’s clear to me that (NAME) is more than “under your care,” Xiao. . . you care dearly for this girl, do you not?” Zhongli concluded, staring fondly at the boy. 

Xiao’s face blossomed in red, an overwhelming feeling attacking him. relief? uncertainty? embarrassment? he wasn’t quite sure what to call it. “of course i care for her. . . you would too if you knew what she had gone through.” answered the adeptus, his eyes trained on you, who sat picking apart the petals of a qingxin. 

he smiled, “why hide such an endearing feeling from her? i’m sure it’d be an ample comfort to her that you care for her. . . she doubts herself in many ways.” 

the latter winced, the truth biting him harder than anticipated. he crossed his arms and stared dejectedly at the dirt. “these types of feelings are foreign to me, Zhongli. . . i—i don’t know what to do with them. (NAME)’s been through enough torment; i don’t want to add to it just because of some petty mortal feelings i don’t understand,” he confided, keeping his voice low.

Zhongli nodded, a thoughtful hum leaving his lips as he considered what to say. “sometimes, the ones we think we might hurt end up hurting themselves more than we could ever think of,” he acknowledged. “(NAME)’s a pure soul, a lost one, but pure, nonetheless. . . she needs to know that people see and hear her. it seems she places a lot of trust in you; i highly advise not to let that go to waste. . . there aren’t many people like that in the world.” 

“i’ll be on my way now. . . i do hope you greatly consider my words for (NAME)’s sake.” 

Xiao sighed and walked over to you, sitting down next to you on the cliffside. “how. . . how’re you feeling?” he questioned, his voice coming out as hesitant. 

you murmured, “i—i don’t know. . . i’m almost angry at everyone who’s deprived me for so long.”

the flame in his eyes flickered at your words. he plucked a qingxin from the ground and tucked it behind your ear, his gaze following yours out to Qingce Village. “so someone did hurt her...” “you. . . should’ve been angry a long time ago, (NAME). i don’t know what kinds of things you’ve endeavored, and i won’t make you tell me, either. . . but no one should ever feel like leaving this world is the only way to save themselves, not when mortal life is so delicate,” he expressed and admired how the colors of the sunset reflected in your eyes. “such pretty and sorrowful eyes...”

“sometimes, the ones we think we might hurt end up hurting themselves more than we could ever think of.”

slipping off his gloves, Xiao carefully took your hand in his, smoothing his thumb over your skin—an aching feeling gnawing at his emotions.

the feeling of skin against skin startled you, promptly causing you to turn to him. you withered at the sadness clouded in his eyes—the kind a sad puppy would have. “Xiao? are—are you feeling okay?” you worried, observing as he fumbled with your fingers.

“your skin. . . it’s as soft and pretty as the flowers that blossom on this mountain. yet you taint it with poison that you think you deserve...” he lamented and met your flustered stare. “if—if i vow to stay as your protector. . . breaths in and your. . . friend, would you handle yourself more gently?”

you laughed weakly as he fit his fingers between yours. “Xiao, you don’t—you don’t have to promise me anything. you’re not obligated to stay with me. . . not now, not in the near future.” you said, trying to ignore the bittersweetness that hung heavy over you. 

although you tried to suppress the pain hidden in your eyes, Xiao recognized it almost instantaneously. he countered, “who said i felt obligated?”

you bit the inside of your cheek. “ah. . . it’s a little rude to assume such a thing, i’m sorry. . . it’s just that i have a gut feeling that you find looking over me more of a chore than anything,” you uttered and looked at the ground in shame, voice as fragile and light as glass. 

a suffocating guilt infiltrated Xiao’s emotions. “archons, where did she get that idea from? have i really acted so harshly, or is it her self-doubt that’s speaking?” taking a deep breath, he raised your chin so he could look at you. “(NAME). . . i’ve already stated that looking over you isn’t even close to being a burden. i. . . i want to take care of you, and so does Kazuha. we’re doing this because—because we care, not for any other reason.” he clarified.

your heart skipped a beat as your nails scuffed the dirt. “i’m so scared to believe that someone wants to help me because that’s how i got to where i’m at now. . . but then i look at you and Kazuha, and i feel guilty for that mistrust. it makes me so angry that people plowed my trust in everyone because of how wrongly they treated me,” you spilled, biting back tears for your own sake.

Xiao nodded thoughtfully, sun-colored eyes softening. “petal, who. . . traumatized you? who cursed you with such awful thoughts?” 

your (COLOR) irises dulled with the sky, an alien wrath that had slept inside you, now finally awakening. squeezing Xiao’s hand, you finally decided to break the eternal silence your parents barricaded you in—shattering the clasps that bound your wings together. 

“my. . . my guardians abused me back in Qingce Village. . . they locked me in there so i couldn’t tell anyone. on that night you found me, i snuck out and climbed the peak to try and free myself from the pain they forced me to undergo...”

#⟡ — fawn’s flowers #⟡ — make a wish #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #xiao #kaedehara kazuha #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #lantern rite

[flockrest]

everybody's asleep! time to post kido thoughts because i have so many things brewing in my head about him that i can never seem to word to my satisfaction and i am finally taking the leap and treating him like my canon muses in that you know what? the studies focusing solely on him do not have to be neat either!!

loves his dad. hates his dad. loves his dad enough to keep the quill from his feathered spear — the last physical connection to him he's got — to bind to the braided cord he receives from nekk for his growing semiplumes as a statement of you are still something to me. hates his dad enough that he never gave his weapon its proper rites by burning it in a funerary bonfire, which wouldn't be a problem if he also did not refuse to take it up in any shape or form ( nekk's still got it in his aerie, collecting dust ). it's complicated.

has healed enough from the loss that he can think of his dad and anything to do with him without ever feeling like his stomach's being pried open to be turned inside-out by the time totk rolls around. still wounded to the point of rejecting customary warrior training and finding that extensive, emphasised talk of warriorhood in general, a literal cultural hallmark, makes him genuinely anxious and even a little angry. just a little. he can at least immerse himself in the mythic touch and triumph of Songs.

loves revail. hates revali. still has all his Songs memorised and could recite the older ones by heart, still gets dreams of being buoyed up above the skies by what he imagines would be his gale, still quietly thinks he's one of the coolest people peaks among the ripples will ever have to grace their history. also can't feel normal about him in any single conversation. also gets irrationally mad when anyone goes on and on about him, the ( mostly silent ) critic to the enjoyer. also rather unhealthily, if only subconsciously, clings onto the idea that his dad chose revali and his legacy over himself — not in the "oh, i was not enough" way ( though he did have a stint of this ), but in the "oh, of course he'd choose someone so amazing like master revali over me" way. the idea of revali is the last thing connecting him to his past with his dad, where he was still present, and kido hasn't decided whether he wants to burn that bridge or reinforce it.

but hey, here's to fluffier things! is contender for the one with the best fine motor control among his peers. though he doesn't feel a passion for it, and would much rather something else at his current age, he does hold his clothier apprenticeship with nekk near and dear to his heart for giving him an outlet he very sorely needed and the inability to ( physically and emotionally ) self-isolate as he wanted to in the worst of his grief.

cartography came a bit out of nowhere, but at the same time it's perfectly fitting. he legitimately enjoys travelling, even if his initial taste for it came in little bites of attempted-and-failed rescue missions. and maybe he wants to make sure he'll be able to find anyone he cares about in the future, huh? maybe he wants to be able to pinpoint exactly where anyone could've gone no matter what. bonus points: it's an artisan's life, not a warrior's one! score! ( < is going to be so upset when he finds out that learning to at least know how to defend himself is a compulsory step in graduating from fledgling to globetrotter )

#* plumule / study. #* roosting / ooc. #some of these are part of his innermost thoughts and feelings that you will not be able to pry out of him unless you're looking for them #so like. not even applicable to threads. but you know me and meta that most likely won't come up in threads! #i realise the vibes with kido are. very somber. but i promise you he's a more joyful kid than my recent studies make him out to be slkfjkld #i am experiencing the horrors of executive dysfunction and so am in a bit of a Mood but!! i hope to be back for dms and writing! #hope you're having a lovely day folks! be seeing you <3 #child neglect implied

[m3mma101]

Here’s the page of Atlas designs I said I’d give y’all except I went a little crazy because it’s Atlas she cannot be normal if her life depended on it

She is too tiny to get up!!! So she screms for O’Shea to help her. And yes she is fatter in her rat form imo because she eats cheeses that are too big for her

And yes I know rats don’t have fangs but SHE DOES OKAY SHES MY CHARACTER I CAN DO WHAT I WANT (she’s not my character)

More of an ice queen look and the vibes aren’t quite right but I’m happy with the design. And no I didn’t forget her red eyes in my last post what are you talking about ???

I’m probably gonna get stoned to death for saying this but I feel like unconsciously she makes her facial features resemble her sister’s—cuz it’s what she knows best. Even if she wasn’t entirely happy with her sister’s flat nose she’s so comfortable with it that it’s what her shapeshifting abilities naturally gravitate towards. I also kept Buffy’s freckles, widow’s peak, and heart-shaped face but I feel like she’d put her own twist on everything like with a septum piercing and ofc her braids. They still look related even tho that biologically couldn’t be less true :(

Iykyk

I’ve wanted to draw this scene for SO LONG and it’s finally in my sketchbook!! I forget so much about these scene and my old phone isn’t powering on so I can’t look but I wanted to draw it in her current body rather than her old one. I deliberated between whether it was Curtis with her that day or O’Shea but I finally decided that if Atlas gets to be in her new body O’Shea does too.

I had a necklace design planned out for O’Shea (the O with the loop) for ages but I finally had the idea to give Atlas a matching one! It’s meant to be the A version of O’Shea’s but it also alludes to the anarchy symbol because Atlas is our favorite little criminal.

And yeah she’s wearing hello kitty fishnets what about it

I feel like she stole the cheese sticks out of a little kid’s lunchbox

I have no basis for this but I also feel like she can change her hair dye colors at will (Buffy WISHES she could do that)

I think I’m gonna keep her in an early 2000s scene style with some goblincore thrown in there.

And no, I don’t know how she turned out looking like King Julien in that pic but I don’t entirely mind it?

#Atlas Elliot #EGH #MBJD!? #O’Shea Elliot #somebody take my sketchbook away from me #I’m just gonna keep skrunkli-fying all my friends’ characters

[taylortruther]

Alright this is gonna be wordy and a little all over the place but I love seven so much I will never pass an opportunity to talk about it (this is the first anon, btw)

first, I love anything piano based (my fav insturment <3) and I'm also a big fan of Taylor's head voice.

I think seven is the most unique song she's ever written. In terms of production, lyrics, storytelling and the subject of the song. She's never written anything remotely like this and probably never will. I don't think I've heard anything like it from any other artist as well. The song has a certain type of wisdom in it that everyone knows but few can articulate so beautifully.

I love the fact the production sounds like summer. I wish I had more knowledge in music to properly explain it, but something about that piano-based upbeat melody really takes you back in time to your first summer vacation from school.

I'm a big fan of words, storytelling and poetry so the main reason I love it so much is the lyrics

The "please picture me in the trees" to "please picture me in the weeds"

"I hit my peak at seven" and the little pause before "feet in the swing" because it's both literal and metaphorical. She swung so high she reached seven feet (obviously not really, but she was a kid and they only speak with hyperboles), but she also peaked emotionally at that age - she was the freest she's ever been, a ferocious child not bound by expectations and social norms and voices that implore she should be doing more. Everything in this sing is both literal and metaphorical.

I am so in love with the lyric "are there still beautiful things?" I want to tattoo it. I feel like this lyrics is the thesis of The Catcher In The Rye and I enjoyed the book and I love it when works of literature parallel. It's one of the most relatable lines she's written becasuse are there still beautiful things? Is there anything beautiful in adulthood? Is there still beauty in the world when you can no longer swing so high you fly above your hometown, or when you realize that fairytales and prince charming don't exist? When your life expand beyond the simplicity of drinking sweet tea and braiding your friend's hair, could you ever find this simple, unfiltered joy again?

I have a tattoo referencing "I love you to the moon and to saturn" it's just a very wholesome lyric.

I think knowing Taylor and what she's being through helps appericate this song more because "I used to scream ferociously anytime I wanted" hits different when it comes from the woman who had to sit quietly and politely, and be a good girl as people made jokes on her expense. It's also something she talks about in Marjorie, "Never be so polite, you forget your power / Never wield such power, you forget to be polite" I love the way this part of the song is phrased, the fact it's both "please picture me running through the fields as a child" and "when I was a child I could throw a tantrum in the grocery store". (I just love when Taylor does this, like with the line "your hometown skeptics called it - champagne probelms" it tickles something in my brain). She wants to be remembered in her freest form, rather than what she was forced to grow up into.

And then, obviously, there is the verse discussing child abuse. I know that spoke to many people and I find it beautiful.

I love that even this story within the song helps demonstrate her naïvete. She was so young, she couldn't fathom the idea that a father could be cruel to their child, she had to find another reason and the most logical one was ghosts. And that brings me back to "are there still beautiful things?" because when she was a child the thing that bothered her the most was whether snow white's house is near or far away, and now the questions she asks herself are more like "will I survive this?" "Would they believe me if I come forward?" "Will it be ok?" There is no going back once you learn and experience these kind of things.

I'm obsessed with "I think you should come live with me and we could be pirates, then you won't have to cry" because a. I love pirates and b. It's just so adorable! This lyric makes me wanna eat drywall.

I also really love "though I can recall your face, I still got love for you // just like a folk song, our live will be passed on" It's been so long since she's seen her friend she doesn't actually remember them but this love is still deep inside her and it's passed down onto everything, it's in the sky and in the trees and in the sun. It's the kind of love that never fades. I especially like when she sings "and just like a folk song, out love will be passed on" because I really love the way she sings it.

I've had a blast writing this lol

and i had a blast reading it! thank you so much for sharing, you articulated all of this very beautifully and i think captured why so many fans love it. hugs to you anon :*

#seven #this is probably one of my favorite anons ever #big brain

[piosplayhouse]

Tgcf is racist?? I've only read the manhua so I'm SUPPPER leery of the desert arc but I donno if there's. More

Just starting this off by acknowledging that I read tgcf very casually and mostly late at night, so my memory isn't really 100% on all the details in the books. As well as this, I'm Southeast/East Asian and cannot really speak about these issues, so my goal with this is to uplift the knowledge and opinions of Central Asian and MENA users who have spoken out on this.

The Banyue arc (what you're referencing) is widely regarded as the most openly insensitive part of tgcf, made worse by the visual adaptations. I'm sure there have been several thinkpieces written on this by more qualified tgcf mains, but my personal favorite posts on the subject are by @/geges here. I'd highly recommend checking out their entire "racism in inner Asia" tag! They're very thoughtful and eloquent in their posts, and have opened my eyes to many issues I wasn't aware of before.

As for the rest of TGCF, there are no particular scenes that stand out to me as being as blatantly awful as the Banyue arc, but again I am woefully underqualified to speak on this subject, so if any of my followers would like to pitch in additional warnings, I'd really appreciate it. Something which geges mentions as well is the overlying sense of colorism/racism that is present throughout all of the mxtx novels, and C/Asian media as a whole-- the focus on pale skin as the peak beauty standard for the main characters, braids typical of Asian minority cultures being used for stereotypically violent characters, etc. Of course this isn't meant as an excuse for mxtx or other cmedia creators in any way, but I do feel that it's important to note that these issues are in no way exclusive to single books or creators, but representative of broader racist ideals in Asian cultures as a whole.

I think they summarize this point and the one I wanted to use to conclude incredibly well in this post:

It's ok to still enjoy things that you know have serious flaws, it's ok to not skin your media looking for any form of problematic content before you let yourself like it, so long as you are always open to educating yourself and assessing how you can reflect on and prevent perpetuating harmful messages. Acknowledging that something you hold dear can be difficult, and oftentimes it's easier to just disavow it entirely, but instead of turning away from the issues and swearing that you would never be susceptible to them, it's always beneficial to become critically informed on the subject in order to combat the ignorance that stereotypes and racism proliferate in.

#also um pro tip dont search up t gcf r acism there are #some interesting posts in there. some of them are good and well thought out but some of them are not ghggh #but thank you geges for these writeups !! i hope i did ok on this!! #again i am in no way qualified to speak on this so please take others words over mine! and if im overstepping in any way just let me know #ill gladly change the post !! hiding this in the tags but haha im actually . younger than like all of my followers so im def still learning #feel free to educate me !!! #long posts #long post #tgcf discourse

[phantomram-b00]

Honestly? Aziraphale is for sure the type that would run his finger in Crowley’s hair whether long or short, he likes to play with his hair to be playful. Or whenever they hug or kiss, he run his hair to feel comfort and security. Or because besides his eyes, his hair is also is favorite part of Crowley amongst other things. It his many ways of showing affection or to show how close they are along with hand-holding or their quality times together whether at the Ritz, St. James park, or the bookshop.

I can imagine the first time was during the B.C era, maybe during or before the flood. Aziraphale was looking too long at his hair, Crowley give a teasing smirk—

“You been staring again angel” prompting Aziraphale to look away with a reddish face.

“No I wasn’t you wicked snake!” Aziraphale retorts with his gaze still latched on his hair and eyes but looking away again.

“Whatever you want to believe, Angel.” Crowley shrugged but gives a snickers, Aziraphale couldn’t help but laughs back only quietly.

“Well, actually.” Aziraphale started off peaking Crowley’s interest. Before he can stop himself, he let his heart do the talking, “I’ve always wanted to say you have such lovely hair.”

Crowley in fact does not know how to take this. His mind was speeding faster than speed of light you can say it can make a supersonic man out of you with all this thoughts, ‘whoa, that’s the first’ to ‘how can this angel make it even possible for an demon to blush?’

“Whoa! U-uh. Definitely wasn’t ready for that. B-but thank you.” Crowley said, his stutters prompt Aziraphale to smile very so sweetly.

“Well, if you let me, so it doesn’t get messed up, I could perhaps…” oh why must word be difficult. Why must it be? Why is his heart doing hoops? Oh but he can’t stop can he? “I can braid it for you?”

“Braid?” Crowley asked tilting his head and raising his eyebrow. “You want…to braid my hair?”

“W-well if you let me, I mean, I’ve done so for uh many of people and I’ve seen them braid their hair to avoid tangles or any damages. O-or because they like the hairstyle—“ his and Crowley glow red than Crowley’s own hair color, with these two, they make anything possible. “Oh bugger, I-I’m sorry, was that inappropriate to ask? I’m sorry, f-forget I’ve mention anything of this sort-“

“No no. I-I want you to. Just, your full of surprises angel.”

“W-well, I learned from the best” he said looking at Crowley with a bashful look.

“Careful now, wouldn’t want to be corrupting an angel now do we.” Crowley said making aziraphale giggle. He can hear this all day if he could, but he turn his head letting his red curly hair fall on his back. “Do your worse angel.”

Aziraphale look at the red hair, he goes to touch them to divide the three sections. ‘This hair is surprising soft for a demon’ he thought to himself, ‘I don’t think it angelic of me to wanting to run my finger through his hair for all eternity. But he has such lovely hair, lovely eyes, but most importantly lovely personality’ he start braiding his hair gentle making sure it all sections are even and isn’t pulling any hair. ‘I know he hates being called nice, but for someone who is demonic, he can be such a kind gentle soul.’ His smiles began to form. ‘If I’m being honest with myself for a moment, he’s my best and favorite miracle I can ever ask for in my entire lifetime and to that, I’m forever grateful for for having him in my life. Well I’ll be damned, that certainly not angelic or principality of me. But… how can something so forbidden be so pure and…and ineffable.’

As he got to the bottom he used an piece of his hair as a use to hold the braid together. As much as he want to feel his hair, he must let go to show Crowley the final result: Aziraphale give him a simple low braid.

“All done” aziraphale exudes with excitement, Crowley look at the braid for a moment, his yellow eyes widen, touching his now braid hair. “D-do you like it? Craw- I mean Crowley?”

“Like it?” Crowley said give a smile, “I absolutely love it, this feel better than having it down all the time. Gotta say, you’re very good at giving miracles angel” prompted aziraphale to blush all over again.

“Oh hush you wily serpent.” Aziraphale said feeling all kind of butterfly, he couldn’t resist but smile. “I-I’m glad you like it.”

“Well, if don’t by you angel how could I not.” Crowley said. “Should I say thank you?”

“Best not, s-so our side don’t raise suspicion.” He frowned as they escape his lips. Crowley shared the same expression. Right. Hereditary enemies. How could that be missed.

“Maybe if I can’t say thank you, is there ways I can repay you then?” Crowley said as the lightbulb hit him. Aziraphale look at him with curiosity. “Likeee going to a restaurant, humans been cooking up all kind of assortment of dishes and alcohol we might like. Orrr we can walk about the city orrr we-w-we can go to check out the library to find any book so you can tell me all about it…”

Suddenly a feeling of a hand was pressed on Crowley’s hand, he look and see aziraphale hand on top of Crowley’s, he let his hand cup Aziraphale’s before they both interlock their finger. Both their heart beat with no patterns, they look at each other as Aziraphale give the same smile that could make Crowley forget everything in the world as cheesy as that may sound. To aziraphale, this was a huge step, he wanted to do such thing, but fear got in the way. Now feeling his hand; he didn’t want to let go.

“I love to. I’m just..hoping my side doesn’t give me a mission. Or you know.. get in the way in general.” Aziraphale said almost frowning again. But light up as his lightbulb turned on “Or, maybe I can try teaching you how to braid? So that way you don’t have to rely on me to do so. Unless, you like me to braid your hair all the time?”

“I’d love that. But also, I wouldn’t mind you touching my hair anyway.” Crowley said smiling. “Especially with your angelic touch.”

Oh how they can stay like this. Just nothing else would matter in the world. Just them. Because in their eyes, they matter to each other. They can just be themself without judgment. They can not worry about their side. It their own side at the end of the day, or really, they have each other.

Crowley replays that memory, tear escape his eyes as he look up at the starry night. Sitting on top of his Bentley after driving it to a certain point in London. He lost the one thing that mattered to him in this lifetime. In this earth. In everything. Even though, he can’t blame him, nor can never stop loving him.

But his thought still spill like a waterfall as he breaks down all over again. ‘Why can’t we have that moment again? Why must our side once again try to demolish what we had? Why must you leave? Why must he have to go? Why…can’t we just love each other in peace?’

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