#it changes everytime you look someone up so it's not even the slightest bit consistent

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Ahh, yes, thank you Google ai thing. What would we do without you? ♥️

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Jealous Obi, Hinawa, Benimaru, and Burns...

Akitaru Obi

as yall already know, i simp for this man HARDCORE

anything for him

*insert Jerry meme with the caption, ngl that made my pussy throb

that's legit me everytime i see him 🤪

anygaysss,,,

a jealous Obi is hella funny in my opinion

i see him as one of those stereotypical hallmark or whatever you call it early 2000 movies where the guy tries everything to make her dislike the other guy and it's just funny asf

yeah that's Obi

when he sees someone flirting with you he'll act like he needs help with something and ask for you

other times he'll kind of just glare like when a dog gets tricked or something like that

he also tends to puff out his chest and flex his muscles more

" Let me help you with that y/n" BAM FLEXES BICEP

Omg this man I swear

lets not forget that when the other guy leaves and you start to talk about them, Obi will say whatever he has to in order to keep them fuckers out of your mind

"I heard he hates uhhh cranberries" says the most randomest shit

and the funny bit is you know that he's jealous

how the fuck can you not???

he makes it so blatantly obvious that it's almost painful to watch

but at the same time, everyone, even yourself, are betting how long it would take for him to ask you out

so far the Lieutenant was winning and that was, most definitely, not good for your wallet

you really had hopes and this hunk of a man was failing them miserably 😂

" Y/n let me use you as a weight. I bet that other guy can't lift you like I can."

"All due respect Captain but what the fuck is that suppose to mean?????"

Hinawa Takehisa

i have a love/hate relationship with this man

on one hand, my authority issues are screaming to give him the bird and tell him to go fuck himself

and on the other, i turn to actually smush whenever he smiles or just shows his soft side even if it's in the slightest

it's very confusing

nonetheless, i simp

now to get back on topic, a jealous Hinawa consists mainly of hella intense death glares and- oh? what's this? He also becomes more...touchy? OH?

he usually keeps his hands to himself but upon noticing another individual flirting with you, he'll break that no-touch habit and place his hand on the small of your back

seemingly to guide you towards something when in reality he's guiding you away from an unworthy bitch

he also becomes a bit more talkative

mainly complimenting how you've improved with your training and what not

you're shocked, Obi's shocked, the whole Company is shocked

Ooo I want to see a pouty Hinawa but that ain't ever happening 😔

Benimaru Shinmon

this one

this man right here

scrumptious

delicious

he's literally me in male form

i'm actually surprised that I sjmp more for Obi than I do for this man but what can I say? taste changes over time 🤷‍♀️

if this man were jealous, oof I pray for the other guy

not only does Benimaru have looks that can kill, but his tongue is made out of pure fucking silver

his brows are knitted and there's a slight scowl on his face as he lightly grits his teeth together

now that's a look I can get used to seeing

he'll insult the guy until they're crying on the floor or anime crying-running

like you want to say "hold on Jamal dont pull out the nine" but it aint even a nine, it be an AR-15 with the amount of insults spitting out of his mouth like freaking rap rhymes

even Konro has to take a moment to pray for the poor soul who had to be on the end of that

Leonard Burns

mate

how is Fire Force full of beautiful men?

like BRO

HOW?

my expectations are higher than my own fucking life expectancy because of Fire Force men

sigh

also

when I look at this man I have the strongest urge to desire a head pat

I need yall to understand that me desiring a head pat is not characteristic of me

even I'm like wtf?

ANYGAYS

jealous Burns is an interesting thought

similar to Hinawa, he glares...A LOT

when Burns is jealous he tends to be closer to you, up to the point where his chest is briefly touching your shoulder blade

his glare so piercing and deadly that no guy dares approach you

and if they somehow do approach you ---cough cough they have a death wish cough cough--- Burns is not gonna let up from staring at the motherfucker

cue a small flame producing on top of his eye patch

cue the shitting of pants

ahhh how I would love for a headpat

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Hope you enjoyed!

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How the Jujutsu Kaisen Characters Smell

A/N: Absolutely no one asked for this but I have thoughts and now yall have to hear them. Btw gonna put a keep reading because I’m trying to cover as many jjk characters as possible so it’s gonna get long.

Warnings: Spoilers if you’ve only seen the anime or haven’t read the manga up to the Shibuya Arc (relatively minor but you’ve been warned)

Itadori

He’s nowhere near the best smelling but his scent isn’t awful 

He sweats a lot so he takes showers a minimum of 2x a day

Overall his smell isn’t that bad, he just smells like outside 

5/10 points for effort but he always smells like he just got done rolling around in grass

Fushiguro

Fushiguro smells like the suave ocean breeze body wash with an undertone of pen ink 

His smell is very nice, it’s not the most remarkable but it’s not stinky

Middle school Megumi was definitely a hot mess that smelled solely of axe body spray and other middle schoolers he beat up (Tsumiki tried her best but there was only so much he’d compromise on)

After he started attending the Tokyo school, Maki threw out his axe and made Gojo buy him actual cologne/scented body wash

7/10 smells like a friend (points reduced because he used to use 3 in 1 body wash)

Kugisaki

Kugisaki is very much clean

She keeps up a beauty regimen and doesn’t play when it comes to upkeeping it

She has this light floral scent because of that; it varies between cucumbers and roses

Her body wash is also consistent with the smell of her beauty products

One thing about Kugisaki’s smell is that it does change completely depending on what products she’s using

Although, if she were to be completely clean with no scented products, she’d have a smell that’s a little bit metallic because of the nails and a little pumpkin-y

10/10 points because she sets the standard

Gojo

Smells like the inside of a guys car

He smells like bergamot and cedarwood mixed with a hint of leather

Overall he smells nice and it’s frustrating because his scent lingers. It’s so distinct that even when he’s gone, his scent will stay behind just to taunt you

9/10 minus one point for being Gojo

Maki

She’s very particular about hygiene 

It mainly stems from 1) her upbringing and 2) the level of cleanliness needed to clean all the weapons she uses regularly

She smells of metal polish, lavender with a hint of patchouli, and a slight undertone of rust

10/10 overall very strong scent but it’s so uniquely her that it’s calming 

Inumaki

This makes no sense but I feel like Inumaki smells like the sandwich part of a deli

Specifically that fresh baked bread and sliced lettuce smell

It can be a bit nostalgic at times especially because the smell in general occurs in a lot of places 

10/10 because bread smells good

Panda

It’s canon that Panda smells like the sun but we can get more specific

Panda does smell like the sun but I think he smells like a freshly cleaned room with the curtains open

The smell is like air freshener mixed with the sun

The air fresheners he smells the most like are: morning and dew, wood, pine, pet odor eliminator

10/10 no explanation needed

Yuta

Smells like teen spirit

Pre-jujutsu high (and before he was sent away to Africa); Yuta smelled like deodorant

He smelled like wayyy too much old spice, it was pretty bad

Post trip to Africa (idk which country he went to), Yuta smells of shea butter, frankincense, and charred wood

8/10 the crimes of pre jujutsu high Yuta will not be easily forgiven

Nanami

He smells like the blue Ralph Polo Lauren cologne

No I will not take criticism

He also smells a bit like the wrinkle spray people use when ironing clothes

10/10 we been knew that Nanami looks good, smells good, and dresses good

I don’t even like that cologne but for him...

Shoko

Love Shoko but her smell isn’t the most pleasant

Literally smells like cigarettes and alcohol with the sterile smell of cleaner to top it off

She’s an icon but her smell can be overwhelming at the best of times and suffocating at the worst

5/10 some people might like it but it is not for me

Utahime

Her scent is very foresty, either pine or spruce, with an undertone of gree tea

Her scent is a bit muted too so you can only really smell it if she’s really close or if you’re hugging her

It’s not a bad scent though, it’s the type that immediately sets you on ease

10/10 smells like a warm hug

Mechamaru(spoilers)

He’s a robot what’d you expect???

Jkjk Pre-Shibuya he smells really sterile and clean due to his condition

His robots obviously smell like metal and wiring

Post-Shibuya arc(or yk during technically): He smells kind of like nothing

There's the slightest smell of sparks from his cursed technique and the hint of mojito’s smell lingering, but otherwise he smells like absolutely nothing

6/10 the lack of smell is a bit off putting

Miwa

I can’t explain but I feel like Miwa smells like banana and vanilla

Like Mai and Momo tricked her and she ended up actually liking the smell

6/10 not the worst but not the best

Mai

Mai smells really heavily of metal and gunpowder

Obviously brcause of her cursed technique but she ever expected it to stck to her like it does

She doesn’t make any active effort to change it though because she thinks it makes her seem cool and mysterious

4/10 because while it DOES make her seem cool and mysterious, she scares locals

Momo

She definitely uses bath and body works perfume (tempted to say she uses the glittery versions but alas)

She loves using all the candles, lotions, and perfumes because of how girly they make her feel; has a collection that’s probably on a rotater

Definitely uses sweet pea above all

Tries to get Mai to try some of her fragrances but she has a 30/70 chance of getting her to agree

7/10 another scent that’s not for me

Todo

He has a really intense cleaning regimen and is never caught lackin in the smell department

He gets all the more embarrassed when Yuuji smells stinky next to him and will always make Yuuji shower if thr boy stinks

Other than that, he smelled of an ocean-y cologne before Takada-chan released her perfume collection

Now all he talks about is how he smells like the perfect husband for Takada

Takada’s perfume is really light a floral (along the lines of rose + vanilla) and if Todo runs out, he tries to steal it from Momo’s collection

9/10 minus a point for being a simp

Noritoshi

Smells really clean except for when he’s using his cursed technique

On average, Noritoshi smells like the clean linen spray/ clean laundry

When he uses his technique, he smells like blood and when he uses his technique to “dope”, he smells like sweat

Usually he smells like clean laundry though, he’s very picky about how he smells and hates the smell he gets from using his technique

10/10 for keeping clean

Naoya

If you think this man washes his ass...

Sorry but he’s a little too busy being a misogynist 

Naoya saw the term gooch grease and was like “wow someone gets it!”

-400/10 I’m sick of talking about the ways this man smells like a popped neck pimple

Mahito

Only person that smells worse than Naoya

If Naoya smells like a popped neck pimple, Mahito smells like a literal sewer

He smells like sewage, garbage, rot and decay, melted plastic,etc.

Not only does Mojito’s body stink, his breath stinks, hair stinks, just everything stinks

Jogo and Hanami can’t tell since they don’t have noses but everytime Geto gets a whiff, he dies a little inside

-21982913293237932392379319210391090320323019/10 GET BACK. GET BACK. GET BACK.

Sukuna

Pre-death; he smelled like blood 9 times out of 10 

The other 10% of times he smelled like incense or jasmine but you’d never smell it for long

Post-death; stinky funky and rotten

I’m sorry but 1) he’s a mass murder who literally sits atop a mountain of skulls 2) he’s technically dead and only exists thriugh his fingers

If you think that man smells like anything other than rot and grave wax...

-2/10 be glad he got a higher score than Mahito

Choso

I love Choso with every ounce of my being 

That being said, he smells like a scab

Scabs don’t even have smells but somehow he smells like one 

Alright I’m done slandering him

3/10 because I didn’t have the heart to give him anything lower

Geto(spoilers)

Pre-Gojo angst: Geto was the best smelling sorcerer in the world

He was very meticulous about his grooming routine and showed Gojo how to care for himself w/o the aid of servants

A king of self care and personal grooming 10/10

Post-Gojo angst: Geto really stopped caring about his appearance

He’d keep clean to set a good example for his kids, but he didn’t really see the value of looking decent

Probably says “I refuse to use the technology of monkeys”

Even though Mahito smells worse, Geto does still hang around Mahito and that’s gonna rub off

2/10 take a shower man, sea water doesn’t count as cleaning yourself

Junpei

Junpei smells like dandelions/picked grass and cigarettes

Cigarettes are obviously because his mom smokes them so frequently the smell sticks to him

The dandelions/ picked grass smell is because Junpei spends a lot of time outside 

Out of boredom or a need to keep his negative thoughts at bay, Junpei started picking at the grass

I do think he eventually started weaving flower crowns made of dandelions and strips of grass

6/10 because I feel bad for him

Toji

This man...

As much as I’d like to pretend he smells good, he has a drooling worm hanging off him and  probably owns like one outfit

That being said, he’s not as stinky as Naoya or Mahito (or even Sukuna), because he does clean himself when he has the chance

It’s just that he spends his money so quickly that he kinda forgets sometimes

Although he usually has no problem finding some woman who’d be more than willing to put him up in a hotel room

His smell is musky but it’s not funky

He smells like a guy right before they start to get stinky, it’s a delicate balance

4/10 he’s a lil funky but it kinda feeds his image

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In My Dreams, We're Still Together

“Why is it so important to dream?” a faint voice of a woman asks.

“In my dreams, we're still together.”

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Wanda opens her eyes.

She's... unsure, of where she is.

Like her synapses are splitting, her neurons are firing in all directions, and her mind is about to combust from tearing itself in half… It almost feels like… she’s glitching.

Just suddenly caught unawares, dropped into the middle of a simulation, or… a dream, with no idea whatsoever where she came from or how she got here.

She spots Geraldine, or Monica- her, that woman, that SWORD agent.

She's standing in front of her, pleading some case about how she understands, how she "knows" what Wanda was going through right now.

All Wanda could manage was a wry, sad, lonely, chuckle.

She feels tired. Like life has drained every fiber from her, and she’s just… a hollow, cracked, shell. No longer a live human teeming with breaths of air and purpose… if she was ever even such a thing to begin with, considering what Agatha revealed to her.

But “Understand?”

Understand???

Wanda may not completely comprehend where she is, or what was happening right now, but the losses she’s suffered through still feel as raw inside her as the days she lost every single one of her family.

And so, No.

No, Monica did not understand.

She just could not possibly, know, comprehend, understand, what Wanda was feeling right now.

Wanda felt so empty inside she sacrificed everything, her conscience, her soul, her family, everything.

For a vague copy, a shadow… of the living breathing feeling, loving, man she dreamed of sharing her life with.

She sacrificed everything.

For someone that didn’t even know who she was. Someone who didn’t trust her, believe her, and maybe even… feared her.

Someone who no longer saw her as she was… but as the villain.

Just like, everyone else.

And Wanda was fine with being the villain, people already feared her nevertheless, even when she fought for them. She made herself the villain to get her family back.

But, she still lost him anyways, all the same.

So Monica can stand there and go on and on about how she understands.

She understands nothing.

Wanda didn’t even understand her own pain, and anger, the vicious black hatred inside her that erupted after being ignored for so long. And, desperation.

The hatred for a universe that sought to take away everything and everyone Wanda dared to risk caring about.

The hatred and anger that would just immediately shield her fragile psyche everytime someone dared to pop her precious ideal dream bubble.

And the desperation. For a life of normalcy she had some semblance of in her childhood, but one she can never seem to have, no matter what she did.

Westview, her transformed version of it, was her dream.

It was her parents, her family TV nights, Pietro trying to change the show, Vis learning TV tropes and cheesy romance storyline gestures for the first time from her.

Them shyly, hesitantly (for good reason) wondering and secretly hoping for a future, but daring to still do so anyways despite of everything.

“I think Mom and Dad would’ve loved it.”

Those same nights of watching in awe of Mary Tyler Moore and her grace and beauty and charm. Wanda wishing she could be like her when she grew up, laughing at her and Dick’s shenanigans.

And looking back at Mama and Papa on the couch, from where she laid on the floor as near as they allowed her to be to the TV.

Wanda faintly remembers The Dick Van Dyke Show, Bewitched, The Brady Bunch, Malcolm in the Middle, and all the rest of them flashing through her mind, in the same vein as her and Vis’ dangerously hopeful conversations for a shared future.

Those fictional sitcoms of the past and foolish daydreams of the future, all brightly flashed, when her mind and her body finally broke, and everything she was, her sadness, her hopes, her past, and her future, came flooding out of her.

She thought of her parents when she made Westview.

“I think Mom and Dad would’ve loved it,” says the Pietro she wanted more than anything to be hers.

“Yeah, I think they would have,” Wanda replied like the man she was speaking to actually knew them.

Westview was, and still is, her dream.

It was her living the life she wanted with the man she wanted to live it with.

And her hate and anger for the universe depriving her of this dream, her desperation to do everything it took to keep it in her grasp; it all swirled inside her, dizzyingly blurring everything. Corrupting and permeating the inside of her mind, and thus, the world she created from her fingertips.

And Wanda couldn’t see past it anymore.

Her sight consisted of tunnel vision exclusively set on Westview, and Tommy and Billy, and Vis.

Anything else didn’t make sense.

Even if this world of Westview, this family she created on her own, even if they and it themselves were... broken.

It was all Wanda had left.

And so, Monica could never understand.

No one, could ever unders-

Not even-

"You?" Wanda bitterly spits out, “You… understand??” frustratingly in disbelief at this hero trying to talk her down.

Wanda can't help but laugh that sad lonely chuckle again.

"No one could possibly understand what I'm going through right now." Wanda states, affirming it as fact, irrefutable, undeniable, fact.

"The one person I thought-”

Suddenly flashes of Vis shouting at her begging her to put him out of his misery pop back up again in her mind.

“Not even the person I loved so much, I-”

“I sacrificed everything for.” As Wanda closes her eyes when she says the words, all the corrupted actions Wanda’s done to keep hold of this broken fantasy flash her mind, as well as that sight of Vision leaving her.

“Even he doesn't understand. He, doesn't believe me, trust me… If even Vis sees me as the villain, maybe I already am.” The shock in Wanda’s words as she says this only undercutting the tragedy of what she’s done; she genuinely hoped all the wrong she’s done would be worth the sacrifice.

Monica, almost steps back. She doesn’t know if it’s out of fear, pity… But the pain in Wanda as she’s seeing it now is just as tangible and permanent as the pain she felt when Wanda was actually inside her head.

Monica almost fears, Wanda’s too far gone to- … to come back.

Be who she was before she lost Vision.

How can you talk sense to someone who’s all but destroyed themselves from the inside out?

Someone who’s been drowned out by their pain, loss, and anger, they can’t see anything past it.

Monica felt like Wanda was in her most fragile, vulnerable state right now. And that one wrong move, one wrong word, and you could just set her off, exploding and disintegrating everything around her.

“So, don't you stand there, and claim you understand anything,” the crimson energy starts swirling on Wanda’s fingertips once more.

“Because you understand nothing.”

“Nothing,” Wanda doesn’t even hold back the tears that were now falling down her cheek as she voices her vitriol at the hero in front of her, “About what I am feeling right now.”

But even after all the rage she’s spewing, lashing out at Monica. Even after Wanda tries her damnedest to shut out the anguish, the guilt. Her sadness over what all that she’s done was even for, amounting to what. It all eventually comes pouring out.

“If he doesn’t want to be here, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

That’s what Wanda said to their children who saved their father… their father and the love of her life, that she couldn’t bring back.

All she, Tommy, and Billy, wanted was to spend time with him.

Vision’s only still alive because of them.

But she still couldn’t stop him from abandoning them altogether.

“Even after I brought him back…” Wanda’s previously volatile disposition suddenly, disappears.

The grief that was barely being held back, begging to come out, finally did.

“He still left.”

Vision wanted to get as far away from her as possible he was willing to die for it.

Wanda expanded the barrier, their kids ask her where he is… and yet-

“He's still- gone.”

“Wanda…”

Vis appears from their front door, and Monica was about to speak to him about SWORD and Hayward, but Vision looked her in the eyes, and pleaded, for a moment alone with his wife.

Maybe a part of her was feeling pity, or sympathy, for Wanda and Vision, but Monica left them alone. “I’ll stand watch outside. Just know that you don’t have much time.”

Vision nods and thanks the Captain for understanding.

Wanda scoffed at what she said. When did they ever have time?

Wanda currently had her back turned away from Vis, she was wiping away the tears she’d cried in her anger.

Vision stares, at Wanda’s sullen, defeated figure. He’s unsure of what he’s going to do.

He cannot explain, what he feels… for Wanda.

A part of him felt trapped, played with, like he was being controlled, and that he was given sentience yet still bound, forced to play a role he didn’t choose for himself. And every time he’d get the slightest bit of control back, he’d be rewound, dumbed back into sedation.

Vision felt unbelievably at the mercy of some unknown being, unable to take control of his own life, but with enough sentience to know that something was wrong.

He was petrified.

And yet, why does he still feel this torturously irrational emotion that can only be called love, for the one who has been causing him all this pain?

Why does he feel warmth, family, and joy, and home, from someone he doesn’t even remember how he met?

Why does he want to protect, shield, guard, defend, and reach towards to, this woman who violated his mind?

And why, does the sight of Wanda in tears, nearly bring tears out of him as well?

Maybe Wanda could answer the questions that plagued his mind, maybe not.

His entire existence on this world has him grappling, struggling to determine what is real, which of his actions are truly his alone, and which are under Wanda’s control.

But whether or not he’s doing this for the people of West View, for himself, or for Wanda, fact of the matter was that something inside him was telling him that he had to comfort his wife.

He had to bring her back to who she used to be.

He had to go to her.

He had to speak to her, confront her.

He had to love her.

Even if it meant hurting her. Making her say goodbye, having her lose him, again.

He loved her.

Vision stepped forwards and got closer to his wife.

“Wanda...” Vision raised his arm to place his hand on Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda looks at it from her periphery and her face contorts itself, as if she’s trying to hold back- everything.

“I still love you,” Vision admitted, wrapping his arms around Wanda, but exasperation and weariness felt evident in his voice.

Wanda was still turned away from him, Vis essentially hugging her from behind, but he can feel the tension and tiredness in her body, her muscles trembling, despite the exhaustion.

And he can’t help but feel, the guilt in the tears she shed. Tears spilled for him, for what she’d done to him.

“I don't know how. I don't know why.”

“But even after all you've done,”

“I still love you.”

He hears her cry louder, her pain and guilt and self-destruction, pouring out of her little by little. He can feel her, hear her, trying to say something.

“I.. I’m… I didn’t…” Wanda struggles to say, her breath hitching from her sob.

Wanda didn’t want to think about so much of her life, when so much of it just seemed to overflow with loss.

Vital parts of her being, her family that was her only safe haven, the thing she fought for the hardest, all just missing empty cavities now. Where there was hopes for the future and warmth from her past, was replaced with endless pain and grief over losing what she had and could have had.

She was drowning. She really was.

And no one could hear her cries for help. No one was there to catch her when she broke and collapsed.

She couldn’t think. Reason was a privilege known only to those whose emotions didn’t destroy them from the inside out.

She collapsed into herself, lost herself in her own created fake broken fantasy. And she just… she drowned.

“Wanda, I know why you created this world.”

Wanda stops her crying, catches her breath.

He knows.

She didn’t know what to make of that.

“I was told what happened with Thanos and the Mind Stone. But, Wanda, I still don’t know- don’t remember my life, our lives, before West View.”

“I don't remember how I met you. I don't remember how we came to be. I don't remember anything, that we shared. I don't remember why I fell for you, Wanda,” Vis looks at Wanda inquisitively but also devotedly, his unceasing need to figure out how he fell just as pervasive as his love for her.

“I don't know who we were.”

So this is where he’s heading.

“I love you, my darling, and that’s why you need to give me my life, my memories of us, back.”

“I can't-” Wanda grits through her hitched sobs, curling over in Vis’ grasp.

Vision lets her go, heartbroken frustrated to see the woman he loves this far gone. Wanda holds her breath to at least try and control herself, but breaks anyways once she feels the space and distance between her and Vis.

She faces him, “I can't let you know the truth.” Wanda states resolutely, but almost pleading with him, desperate for him not to know.

Before Vis argues otherwise, Wanda gets ahead of him, “If you go back, and find out who you really were, remember everything that we had…” she explains, her fears evident in her rushed petrified speech.

“You'd know why I did this.”

His deed flashes to her mind.

“And you’d know who I was,” placing her hand on her chest as she faces Vis head on“and tell me that this,” Wanda waves her arms around her, pointing to all of Westview, “isn’t me.”

“- Even though that me you knew is long gone by now,” Wanda says, tiredly laughing in self-depreciation at what she’s become.

Wanda looks at the floor, weary. Tears pooling over still, despite the thousands she’d already shed, falling onto that same floor she’s now acutely aware is really just sullen abandoned earth in reality.

Grieving the her that she lost. The them that they lost. And the them they’ve become now, because of her.

Wanda can remember it all. Their past, their struggle to find peace & moments together, the moments they did have, and their hopes for a future that felt so close.

And Vision doesn't.

And Wanda remembers killing off all of it when Vision asked her to kill him.

And Vision doesn't.

Wanda was ready to forsake it all, for a chance to live a new life with him and the home and family they made here.

But here was Vis now, begging for memories of that old lost life back.

Wanda is still staring at the floor, into nothing, vanished in the memories of old Vis, that him begging for brought her back to.

Her tears still flow as she recounts just how innocent, pure, good-hearted, and well-meaningly kind Vis was.

And how much he loved her.

Truly, loved her.

“And you’d tell me to do the “right” thing…”

And Wanda remembers who she used to be. The her that Vis fell for.

The daughter, the sister, the fighter and the rebel, and eventually, once upon a time, the hero. The Avenger, who fought for good even when the rest of the world feared her.

But that was before the world took everything she had from her.

“But then I'd just lose you,” Wanda grimaces, “all over again.” then dissolves once more, as she knows, has known all this time if she’s finally going to be honest, what the right thing was.

Acceptance.

Vis tries to walk over to her, finally wholly understanding, wanting nothing more but to shield and protect Wanda from the hurt she’s currently drowning in but-

“And I can't, I can't-” Wanda pushes him away then stops, still holding onto him. Tells her love the truth.

“I can't lose you,” Wanda finally looks at him directly, grasping onto him so tight, her fear of losing him an overwhelmingly powerful need felt even with just her touch, and sees Vis for who he is, all of who he is, her created copy of her lost beloved, but even still, “not again.”

Vision gently cups Wanda’s face in his right hand, grabs both of hers and plants a soft kiss on them with his other, and admits, “And I don't want to lose you.”

And Wanda breaks down in his arms. Like the first time she did when she truly met him, the tens of other times she had when they were friends, and the thousands of times she did when they were together.

[harryxmac]

Small City Girl

In which, Harry is a heartbroken man, and Y/N is a small city girl who works in a coffee shop.

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“I promise yeh, she’s lovely, proper little down to earth thing. She’s a barista in mayfair, proper” Jeff says talking to Harry about Glenne’s friend, whom of which he hadn’t heard of until now.

“Why haven't you invited her to anything before?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Jeff, knowing what Glenne and him were up to, just smiled and shrugged it off as miscommunication and timing.

Later that evening, arriving at Nialls for what would be their weekly pizza Fridays, which mainly consists of, pizza, movies, cosy clothes, some alcohol and just a little bit of mystery, Harry was already feeling tired.

Niall opened the door and walked off immediately. Niall was never the hostess with the mostess, more of a ‘make yourself a drink, you know where it is’ type of guy.

Harry ensures to make the rounds, as usual, kissing everyone's cheeks and giving them a light squeeze to say hello.

That is until his stood face to face with Y/N, the girl who seemed to have become Glenne’s new best friend all of a sudden.

Harry wasn’t complaining.

With medium length hair, bronzed skin, green emerald eyes, just like his, and a smile that immediately encouraged you to do the same, he really wasn’t complaining.

She adorned a cosy, warm like jumper, red, and some black gym leggings, Harry would presume for comfort and some tommy hilfiger socks that covered her tiny feet.

“‘Ello love, M’harry” he smiled, bending so he was able to press soft lips against the smoothness of her cheek.

“M’Y/N, it’s lovely to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you” She smiled politely as she unwrapped herself out of his warm embrace.

“Funny tha’, me too” Harry turns his head to Jeff raising an eyebrow as if he knows exactly what he’s up to before he’s even admitted it. 

“Harry, did you bring pizza or not?” Demands Niall sitting near Adam and Emi who seem to be cuddled up under a soft blanket.

“Didn’t know what everyone wanted, was just gonna order it on me phone when I got here.” Harry said waving his phone in the air as he slipped out of his shoes and kicked them to the side in the hallway.

Making himself comfy on the sofa, he noticed that Y/n was on the other sofa next to Jeff and Glenne who were snuggled up under the same blanket as her, but Y/N just looked as though she was third wheeling.

Other couples, Niall and Lux, Adam and Emi and Sarah and Mitch were in their respective couples, Harry and Y/N seemed to be outnumbered. 

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Pizza came, and was eaten, alcohol got brought out and devoured, everyone was tipsy to say the least.

“Right, your turn curly. Truth or dare” Niall probed trying to get the looser side of Harry to come out to play. 

“Truth” he mutters taking a swig of his Jack and Coke.

“Fancy anyone right now? Bae-cation anytime soon?” He asked.

Harry shook his head, Niall fully aware of his situation in regards to his ex girlfriend. 

“Nah, I’m on me own for a bit. No bae-cation” Harry said, needing two exact swigs on his drinks. 

For some reason, Harry found it in himself turning to look at Y/N’s reaction. Of course she was a good looking lady, and Jeff seemed fond of her ‘heart of gold and warm characteristics’ but what was pulling Harry in? 

Was it the way she treated him like a friend of a friend and didn’t immediately scream when she knew it was him?

Or how she wrapped him in a warm embrace back like she had known him forever?

Harry didn’t know, but Harry knew wanted more. Her kind eyes met his and Harry began to feel himself blush. 

Jeff and Glenne seemed to be working on their matchmaking skills already by making Y/N feel immensely uncomfortable being under the same blankets as them. 

This, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Harry. “Hey, Y/N, come over ‘ere, get away from them love birds”

Y/N, a little surprised, got up, picking up her cup of tea (she wasn’t a big drinker) and walked over to Harry. Harry opened up the blanket signalling for her to get under.

Y/N, a little cautious but intrigued never less snuggled under the blanket.

Was she supposed to cuddle him? Did he want to cuddle her? Did he want her to be next to him or did he just feel bad?

If Y/N was being honest, with all she had heard from Glenne, she seemed to like the idea of Harry, him being completely gorgeous helped.

Harry, who found it in his nature just to wrap his arms around Y/N and pull her close, smiled down at Y/N as she began to think.

He just said there was no girl, no girl in his life for anything, was this him trying to initiate something? Would he even like her? Ultimately she was just a girl, living in a big city making coffee and watching too many rom-coms.

His unruly curly hair, his green eyes that blazed into your soul with every bit of hope that you had no idea what of. He had a way with making people feel comfortable, at home, welcome and not the slightest bit cold. 

Y/N was fucked.

But Y/N had to remind herself that Harry Styles was simply something she couldn’t have. She’d never fit into his big travelling lifestyle, or his other famous friends, his lifestyle, the buying Gucci without having to finance. 

She was little Y/N and he was big Harry, it would never work.

Somehow though, she begged for her mind to change.

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They’re full on cuddling now, everyones a little too tipsy, except them. Harry is the support of the cuddle, on his bag with his arms wrapped around Y/N comfortably. Y/n and taken it upon herself to snuggle in, her back against his chest and one of her small hands closed around his softly dragging her thumb back and forth against the smoothness of Harry’s hand.

What moisturizer does he use?

Y/N shifts, now a little uncomfortable in their position. 

“Can’t get comfy love?” Harry asks in a soft whisper, not that they had anything to whisper about, everyone was well aware of their cuddling.

Y/N shook her head. Harry shifted going on to his side and gently moving Y/N so that she was in front of him and in a spooning position.

“Better?”

“Much, thank you”

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“Something MUST have happened.” Glenne insisted.

Y/N shook her head, everyone left, he took me home and kissed my cheek.” Y/N steamed milk and gently poured it into the cup with a filled expresso, motioning her hand to create a leaf pattern in the cup.

“No” 

Y/N looks up at Glenne, who’s dressed ever so elegantly all the time. 

“I promise”

“I call bullshit.”

“Will you just take your coffee Glenne” Y/N giggled.

“So, do you fancy him?” Glenne asked.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N looked away. 

“You so do!” 

Y/N shook her head and giggled.

“I do, but don’t go raving about it, if anything was to happen I need to know him more and we need to spend some time together” Y/N smiled.

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The second time they saw each other was another regular occurrence that Harry attended, which it now seems that Y/N does too.

Jeff’s pizza night.

Harry did his normal walk around the room and say hello to everyone with a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug, Y/N receiving the exact same treatment.

Harry seemed a little off with Y/N this time, not really talking to her as much as Nialls

The boys were chilling out on Jeff’s massive sofa that was adorned with loads of pillows to satisfy everyone and anyones preferences of a pillow.

Meanwhile, the girls were in the open plan kitchen chatting over a bottle of wine, or five. 

Harry however, had noticed that Y/N had only had two glasses and was taking her time. He liked that. He liked she wasn’t someone who drank loads and became frustrating after a drink or two. 

He’d looked at her a few times this evening. Maybe a few too many. Short glances and a quick turn of the head everytime he made eye contact, with his cheeks blossoming rose everytime.

What was it about this girl that had him almost putty in his seat?

Why was he so intrigued?

“Disney would be a fab idea.” Lux said.

“Yeah, we can all take the Eurostar and spend the weekend!” Sarah added. 

Sarah called the boys to come in the kitchen, each followed.

“We were thinking why don’t we all go Disney for the weekend?” Sarah proposed. 

All the boys began to nod and all Harry could think about was the numbering situation. Everyones in couples except him and Y/N.

“Everyone up for it?” Lux questioned and everyone was in, even Harry, even Y/N…

______________ “Hello sweetheart,” Anne said as she walked out of the lift and into Harry’s condo where he was sitting comfortably on his sofa.

“Hey Mum, you okay?” He got up and offered her a cuddle. “Tea?” She nodded.

Walking to the kitchen Anne began to start conversation.

“What’s been up with you recently?” She probed.

“Nothing much, just having some down time, found it really relaxing just taking time for myself. Done a few pilates class actually, thanks for the suggestion.” Harry thanks.

Anne smiles and takes a seat on his bar stool and watches him make her tea. “Two sugars love” she reminded.

Placing to sugars in her tea and none in his own he placed the tea in front of his Mum and took the seat next to her.

“Mum, I think I have a problem.” He stated.

“Must be from your father, nothing to do with me” She joked and Harry laughed a little. Anne motioned for him to go on.

“There’s the girl, real stunner Mum, something about her. Y/N. Can’t say I know her overly well, well, once at Nialls and once at Jeff’s but you know there’s a little something.” He said.

Anne smiled softly and placed her hand over his.

“So what’s holding you back sweetheart, never normally like this with girls. I’m pretty sure you know how to woo her.” She said lightheartedly. 

“I can’t do it again Mum, after Amelia, with the fame and money hungry, I just don’t want to go through it.” He sighed.

“I’m scared of putting myself in a position where I’m likely to get hurt. Do I need to focus on myself for a bit or what? But it just felt so good to have someone to hold at Niall’s the other night. To have someone to snuggle down with and be a bit infatuated with.” 

Anne felt for a son, truly. Amelia broke his heart. Stepped on it, smashed it, blended it and threw it away without a blink of an eyelid. Now here he was.

“You said yourself. You don’t know her yet, you don’t know if she is like Amelia, and I doubt she is. I’m sure Jeff and Niall are clued up enough to know what she’s like if they invite her round” Anne added. 

“She’s Glenne’s friend, think she’s trying to set us up if I’m honest.” Harry rolled his eyes at the thought.

“Then, I’m sure Glenne’s not silly. Why not just try things aye?” She rubbed Harry’s arm and Harry smiled at the affection.

“There’s a trip to Disneyland” Harry mentioned.

Anne raised her eyebrows. “A trip?”

“Yeah, Lux and Sarah kind of arranged it. Everyone’s in couples except Y/N and I.” Harry said.

“Okay, this is good! Text her, ask her if, because of the number situation she fancies catching a ride with you and then offer to book a twin room to save her some money on a room for herself. Put yourself out there babe.” Anne suggested.

Harry nodded. That was a good idea. That way, in the car on the way to Paris he can get to know her a little more, AND it's a nice thing to do. 

“How did you know Robin was right for you? How do you find the right person Mum?” Harry asked rubbing his face. 

Anne took a moment to collect her answer. Looking at her son, who was hurt, but wanting to love again, she came up with the best answer she could.

“One day, you’ll stop thinking about other women, you’ll stop thinking that there’s better, you’ll stop thinking about finding love, because you would have found it, truly. Someone will walk into your life and love you for you. They’ll love you because it’s something they feel rather than something they want. They’ll selfless, but also selfish when needed. You’ll wake up every morning to turn over to see a face that you feel you can’t live without. You’ll know my love, you will. That person will be your bread and water, and you theirs. It takes time, and time can be the best healer. We live in a world of instant. Instant coffee, Instagram, next day or same day delivery, but love isn’t instant, it takes time and energy and somethines, much like you now, you’ll have little energy, but darling, someone is out there for you.”

Harry took in his Mum’s words.

“And Harry, it might be this girl, Y/N may be it. But she also might not. And that's okay because everything in life is a lesson, and lessons are meant to be taught.”

“So, do me a favour Harry and try. One heartbreak in life isn’t the end.”

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Harry  Y/N

Hey love, got your number off Glenne. Was looking at the numbers for the Disney trip, seems like we’re outnumbered. I’m going to drive in my car to Paris for it, I have a work thing the day before, want to catch a ride with me? H x

Hey Harry! Are you sure? That’s so lovely of you! I also have a shift the day before so that works perfectly with me x

Of course, without a doubt. Was also thinking, money wise, want to share a room? They’re expensive by themselves, though I’d just get a twin room. H x

I don’t want to intrude, only if you’re sure. Let me know how I owe you x

Don’t worry about it I’ll sort it and text you details of when I’ll pick you up. H x

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Harry and Y/N were going to Disney...